#(OC mention)

[lethalhades]

The sins of one were the sins of all

(Honestly I wrote this because my girl just needs a fucking hug and IM TIRED😭🙏🏾)

Themes: jinx x fem reader, hurt and comfort, we braiding her hair twin.

Didn’t proof read this or nothing I just cooked.

Navigating the dim, twisting pathways of the underground wasn’t how you planned to spend your day, but finding Jinx was all that mattered now. As you searched, a place suddenly came to mind. a spot she’d likely retreat to, a familiar hideaway.

Without hesitation, you picked up the pace, heading straight for the Last Drop and slipping in through the back door.

Your footsteps reverberated off the walls as you climbed the narrow staircase toward Silco’s office. In the past, just approaching this door would have made your skin crawl, the weight of his presence heavy and unsettling. But now… that feeling was gone, vanished with him the night he was killed.

All that remained was an empty silence behind the door, where his shadow used to linger.

Your fingertips lightly grazed the door before you pushed it open, the creak echoing in the empty room, confirming what you already suspected…Silco’s office was vacant.

You’d hoped to find Jinx here, but a part of you knew it was a long shot. Still, as you stepped inside, your eyes fell on the desk, where a map lay scattered with Jinx’s chaotic scribbles, a sign she’d been here recently.

Almost on instinct, you reached for the map, lifting it carefully with both hands, including the hexcore-tainted one. You usually kept it hidden beneath your cloak, the sight of it stirring a mix of frustration and shame. Someday, you knew, you’d have to accept it. but for now, it stayed mostly in shadow, a reminder of what you’d become.

“This is the first time I’ve seen your hand in years.” The voice jolted you, and before you knew it, you’d hurled a dagger in her direction, missing the blue-haired woman by barely an inch.

Catching your breath, you glared. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you, and now you decide to show up?” Annoyance laced your words. She slid smoothly off the beam, landing on the desk. That’s when you noticed her long hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders and onto the desk—no braids, just a cascade of untamed blue.

She caught you staring and raised an eyebrow. “I was trying to braid it back, but… Silco always did that for me.” Her raspy voice betrayed no hint of vulnerability; it was like a wall she always kept up around you.

You hesitated, almost tempted to ask why she kept her walls up in the first place, but you knew better than to press her boundaries.

Jinx stared at the ground, her eyes shadowed and distant, tracking your movements as you stepped behind the desk and eased into the old, creaking chair. When your fingers brushed her hair, she flinched, jerking back just slightly. You couldn’t help but wonder if, beneath that tough exterior, she was still afraid.

You’d known each other since she went by “Powder,” before the undercity had forced both of you to grow hard and cold.

You’d come to Zaun after being cast out of Piltover, your family’s sins leaving you no choice. You weren’t like them, but in Piltover, the sins of one were the sins of all. Survival in the undercity was brutal, especially for a kid, and you still remembered how close you’d come to losing your life again and again.

But then, like a spark in the dark, she had come barreling into your life. small but fierce, her blue hair a shock of color in the dim streets. Powder, a kid with more guts than anyone you’d ever known. And on that night, she’d been your savior. A little bomb in her hand, tossed without hesitation, scattering the men who meant to hurt you.

That tiny blast had done more than drive them off. it had bound you and Powder together, two lost souls in the chaos of Zaun.

Back then, she was just another lost kid who had found purpose under Silco’s wing. The pain in her eyes had been unmistakable, a pain you recognized all too well. It was the same haunted look your mother had worn the day she brought ruin upon your family.

If you were being honest with yourself, you’d only decided to toughen up that day because you couldn’t stand the idea of being outdone by someone younger, someone with less to lose. She was three years your junior, but her boldness had sparked something in you, forcing you to swallow your fear and find strength you didn’t know you had. Unlike her, though, you’d never bent the knee to some ruthless leader. You carved your own path, becoming a gun for hire, bound to nothing and no one.

Over the years, you’d killed without hesitation, Piltover elites and undercity rogues alike. Survival demanded sacrifice, and you were willing to make it.

Every now and then, your paths would cross, and you’d catch glimpses of the girl who once called herself “Powder,” now transformed into Silco’s weapon. Meanwhile, you had grown too, honing your skills and eventually joining the Firelights, giving your life a new sense of direction.

Now, with the undercity on the brink, chaos breaking loose at every turn, you looked up from your thoughts to find jinx’s back facing you, her head slightly turned seeing her violet eyes sharp and curious. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice carrying an edge of suspicion.

“Braiding your hair, if you’d just sit still,” you replied, fingers deftly weaving through her loose blue strands. Her hair, soft but tangled, For a moment, she held still. watching you work with an expression you couldn’t quite read, letting you bring order to just one small piece of her wildness. You were lucky you still had some skill in this, after all the times you’d braided the younger kids’ hair back in the Firelights’ hideout. Your hands knew how to be gentle, even if the rest of you had learned to be anything but.

As you worked, Jinx’s voice broke the silence. “Every day, he had me making something for him. Or doing that stupid eye thing of his, even though he could’ve done it himself,” she muttered, bitterness edging her words as she thought about all the things she’d done for Silco.

You could see the weight of his lies on her, the way they’d sunk deep. She’d believed him completely—why wouldn’t she?

“My mother expected perfection from me,” you said softly, finding a rare thread of common ground. “One slip, one failure, and I was nothing but a disappointment to her.” For a moment, it felt like you and Jinx were standing on the same edge, each of you marked by different scars but both shaped by people who’d held you to impossible standards.

Both of you had been praised for your minds, raised to rise above, only to lose it all. And when you needed someone most, they had all turned away.

“You were just some Piltover rat. You don’t know a damn thing about what it takes to survive down here.”

You met her gaze, the old anger simmering beneath your words. “I know more than you think,” you replied, voice steady and unyielding. “I lost everything before I even got the chance to hold it,” you added, memories of that day, of watching your family fall apart, still as raw as ever.

Jinx scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why are you telling me this? You think I care?”

“No,” you said, fingers deftly weaving the last of her braids. “But I thought you’d understand.” You secured her signature pigtails, then took a step back, crossing your arms as you faced her. “You followed him because you had nowhere else to turn, no one else to show you the way. But he’s gone now, Jinx. And yet, you’re still clinging to his ghost, acting like he’s still here.”

She bristled, eyes flashing. “I’m not mourning him! That’s the last thing I’d ever do for him.”

“Then prove it,” you challenged, voice calm but firm. “Find something real to fight for. Not for a man who only wanted control and used your loyalty to his advantage.”

Jinx took a step forward, her violet eyes sharp and angry as she glared up at you, defiance sparking between you like a fuse ready to ignite. You held her gaze, searching for the truth hidden beneath her rage. In those eyes, you saw things she would never say aloud.

confusion, anger, the scars of betrayal.

It reminded you of that night at the Last Drop, the night you’d tried to pull her away from Silco’s grip and convince her to join the Firelights. She’d laughed it off, but you’d seen the hesitation, the crack in her armor. That night, things nearly went south between you. one wrong word, and a bullet could’ve ended it all. Now, standing here again, that same tension lingered in the air, fragile and sharp, like the calm before a storm.

“Why do you keep acting like you know me?” Jinx’s voice was sharp, bitter, violet blue eyes wild with frustration as she shoved you. “Like you have any clue what I’ve been through!” She pushed you again, harder this time, her finger jabbing into your chest. “You don’t know anything!”

Her anger flared, and she kept pushing, shoving you back again and again until you finally reached out and caught her wrist.

She tried to pull away, struggling against your hold, but you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her, holding her tightly. Her fists came down hard on your back, each punch sharp with anger and pain. It hurt, but you didn’t let go, not even as her punches weakened, not even as her shoulders slumped against you.

The room grew quiet, save for the small, choked sobs that broke free as she stopped fighting and finally gave in. Her fingers gripped the back of your cloak, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Her cries were raw, almost hollow, filled with a pain you knew she rarely allowed herself to show.

You just held her, steady and silent, giving her the space to release what she’d been holding back. You didn’t hate her, not for her choices, not for her mistakes. Somehow, despite everything, all you’d ever wanted was to help her find her way back from the darkness.

As her breathing slowed, she didn’t say a word, but her quiet acceptance in your arms told you everything. In that fragile silence, you knew that, at least for this moment.

you were exactly where you needed to be.

[glasseldritch]

Hello little gay people in my phone

(don't mind that little green creature you'll see her again soon enough)

[tiredistic]

would it be totally crazy to request janis being a brat and regina getting mad so she gets spanked for it….

"Lesson"

pairing: Regina x Janis

content warning(s): Smut, d slur, mentions of substance, description of bruising,

summary: Janis being a brat and Regina Dealing with her.

a/n: It wouldn't be crazy in the slightest, I actually enjoyed writing this. and uhm warning its a tad long. There's some Oc work in there for the sake of the plot. Hope you enjoy!

It was late on a Saturday night, the night was hot and the party made it hotter. Bodies rubbing together as the loud music bumped through the frat house. Cups swinging as people drunk and high mindlessly danced around.

Janis was only here because Regina was here, but Regina wasn't anywhere to be seen, she attempted to look for her with no success.

So she stayed in the corner, watching her cup closely.

After a few minutes, Janis took a turn to observe the crowd. A mix of people dancing, yelling, drinking, doing drugs, it was all very meh.

Then Janis spotted the blonde, she was all the way across the room. She was talking awfully close to that one chick, Hayden Brenner.

Hayden was totally a cool girl, she played sports and her hair was always perfect. She was so smart and pretty.. but that wasn't the point.

Regina was getting all close, obviously showing interest, nodding along to everything Hayden said. It was infuriating, the way Regina was touching her shoulder, letting her hand linger before moving it.

Janis kept her eyes on them, not even blinking as the bright party lights shone brightly.

It didn't take too long before Regina noticed Janis staring at her through the crowd.

Janis was hoping she'd come to her senses and stop the foolishness, but she smirked at her continuing her conversation.

That really got to her.

Janis threw her drink down, rushing to the bathroom to calm herself. She locked herself in the small room, staring at herself in the mirror, running her hands under the cold water.

Fuck Hayden, if Regina was going to play it this way, so was she.

Janis found herself on the dance floor, perfectly in Regina's range of view.

It didn't take for her to start feeling the music, she danced very lively, swinging her hips, her ass swaying seductively which attracted those nasty frat boys perfectly.

The frat boys weren't going to make Regina jealous, she needed to up her game, and she knew just who to do it with.

Under the disco ball, there danced Ricky Williams. Her poofy brown hair coming from her hat, her bright teeth shining off of the lights, and her head bumping to the music.

She was perfect, Regina disliked Ricky anyway.

Janis sauntered over to her, and instantly the two started dancing together.

"Janis fucking Imi'ike, long time no see." She laughed, looking the girl up and down. "It's been so long since you've been at my party."

"It's been so long since you hosted one." Janis countered, she made sure to look extra flirty smiling extra bright, getting extra close.

They chatted for a bit longer, catching up, enjoying their time.

Janis was having so much fun, that she forgot all about her plan- the plan that was working fantastically.

Regina was pissed off. Her playful attitude towards Hayden turned into cold jabs at her. She stared daggers at Janis, dancing with that dyke Ricky.

She hated Ricky. Which sounds weird being that she was at Ricky's party. Regina being Regina, she was only here for her own benefit.

Regina's eyes followed Janis, watching her as she grinded on Ricky, as they danced in sync, the bass bumping encouraging them further.

It made Regina's blood boil, her face all red. She squeezed her cup so hard that her drink spilled over.

"Uh oh," Hayden laughed, "look at that random freak dancing on Ricky Brenner." She mocked, noticing why Regina was upset.

"That's not a random freak, that's my freak!" Regina sneered, "Hayden, I'm going to fuck you up if you don't stop laughing."

"Crazy how you can't even keep a social failure to yourself."

Regina gave Hayden the finger before pushing through the crowd making her way towards Janis.

Ricky noticed Regina coming, and she raised her hands in surrender, backing off of Janis.

"Hey Regina, glad you could join us." Ricky laughed as they stood eye to eye.

"Shut up Ricky."

"Hey Baby! What's up?" Janis played dumb, she had to bite back a laugh looking at steam practically come from Regina's ears.

"Don't fucking babe me." Regina grabbed Janis's wrist, pulling her away from everyone (Mostly to get away from Ricky) and upstairs to a private bedroom.

"Just what the fuck was that!?" Regina yelled, tossing Janis into a room locking the door behind them.

"No need to be dramatic Regina" Janis coughed, stumbling back into the room.

The bedroom was small, a twin bed pushed towards the wall. The rug was soft, and the windows were cracked open.

"Dramatic? You were dancing on that son of a bitch Brenner!"

"Well maybe if you weren't sweet talking Hayden all night you could have had me to yourself.." Janis mumbled, looking at the blonde.

"Oh my gosh. That's what this is about?" She ran her hands through her hair, "You got some fucking nerve, I was merely being polite to Hayden, while you were whoring all over Ricky!"

"Oh so now we're jealous? Maybe if you were paying more attention to your own girlfriend we wouldn't be standing here."

"Don't put this on me."

"Or what?"

"You think I'm not going to punish you for that?" Regina sat on the bed, her eyes not leaving Janis once.

"I was hoping you would.."

"Come. lay down." Regina commanded, her attitude still cold.

Janis followed Regina to the bed laying on top of the girl. Regina then pulled Janis's pants down just enough for her ass to being full view.

Without any warning, her hand came down on it like a lightning bolt, it was fast and hard. And holy shit did it hurt.

Janis moaned at contact, her skin turning bright red, marking exactly where Regina's hand hit.

"Little slut. You like this huh?" Regina spanked Janis again, her hand staying on her ass a little longer than before. She liked how the girl whined and moaned under her simple touch.

Then again and again, each hit harder than the last. Janis's ass reddened, the skin getting hot under Regina's touch. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth pleaded for mercy, while she pushed her ass back, silently begging for more.

"Such a little whore. You'd do this for Ricky?"

"No, just for you Regina.."

"You say that, then I remember that look you gave me when you danced with her." Regina scoffed, slapping Janis once again.

"Please Regina.. I only did it for you."

"I find that hard to believe."

Regina's hand came down again, earning a yelp from the girl.

Regina felt herself get aroused at the sight, Janis whining and moaning in her lap, held at her mercy.

"Please Regina, i'll never do it again." She begged, she looked up at Regina but she was met with a devilish smile on her face.

"I think you deserve a few more, don't you think so- oh wait it doesn't matter what you think." Regina laughed, as she smacked her ass again and again.

"please- it hurts." Janis's body started to tremble, her hands reached down to stop Regina's hand,but Regina grabbed it, holding it still at her back.

"Keep them there." Regina asserted, as her hand came down again, noticing how Janis kept getting wetter and wetter she decided a few more before stopping.

"Please Regina- i'll be good I promise just stop." Janis cried out.

Regina paused, she smiled leaning down to whisper in Janis's ear.

"Come."

"Fuckkkk!" Janis let out a long loud moan, her body shaking as she came. Her tears spilling as her mind dazed.

"Good girl."

Regina carefully pulled Janis's panties up followed by her pants, watching to make sure the bruise wasn't rubbed the wrong way.

She picked the girl up, a whine leaving the girl. Regina admired her work all over Janis's face, the blush all the way to the tears.

"Lets go back to my house, I can fix you up there alright?" Regina smiled, Janis nodded.

Regina made her way out the back, where her car was. She laid Janis down on her side, in the back so it wasn't so un-comfy.

When they got to Regina's house, Janis was already knocked out. Regina got them into the house and to her room, she cleaned Janis up and changed her clothes using some extra Janis had from her closet. An hour later they went to bed, tired from their busy night.

[spookky-aint-spooky]

She's Sabrina's wife now, I will not be taking questions/j

[jdogandherthings]

Some hazbin ship dynamics i like:

When i say i ship huskerdust i want to see the slow burn, i want to see the angst, the joy, i want them to end up happy, and maybeeee just maybe get redeemed. Gimme the cute shit gimme them working to improve themselves GIMME THEM SUPPORTING EACH OTHER WHILE ON THE LEASH OF THEIR RESPECTIVE OVERLORDS GIMME IT ALL

when i say i enjoy radiostatic i don't want anything cute, i want to see the ONE SIDED radiostatic, or see vox get absolutely dommed, i dont want SOFT, i want ANGST and HUMILIATION i want to see their DOWNFALL. I WANT THEM TO BE MESSY. (i like bullying vox)

when i say i enjoy RadioApple.... i like the idea of enemies to friends to lovers. Slow burn for sure. I really like AUs of this ship more than anything.

when i say i love chaggie i love it all. everything shown about them, everything not shown, every potential scenario involving them, i love my girls. & the AUs are so great.

(i also ship alastor with my asexual sinner OC but she's not ready to be written about yet. still debating her name. still planning out their narrative. but they will be cute)

[whatchuwaitinfor]

Taking A Rest

Sebek X Prefect

Summary: Sebek is struggling mentally with thinking Malleus and Silver don’t like him nor care about him. Yuu wants Sebek to rest for once in his life but Sebek had to be convinced by Lilia to go with Yuu for a rest. Sebek thought that resting would make him slow and weak but now he seems to like this ‘resting’ thing if he’s doing it with Yuu.

Silver… everytime I do something extraordinary, Silver gets more attention still from Malleus. I just want to be told that I am appreciated and loved by him… my older brother figure.

There was an evening where Yuu came to the Diasomnia dorm to be around me and mentioned that they wish for me to slow down and take a rest. My mind was boggled at the thought of resting, I thought it would make me slow and weak. Too much of those two things to protect Malleus from harm. But that thought was a misleading one according to Master Lilia. He told me that my grandfather learned to have a ‘work-life’ balance. One that made him more effective to protect Malleus’ mother. He found what he was fighting for and just fighting for your queen or your king was not good enough to be effective on the battlefield to protect them. My grandfather was also fighting for his family and friends. They gave him more motivation to remain vigilant and strong on the battlefield. Resting is how he found that epiphany. Lilia told me that he couldn’t find said epiphany and all his life during those days was to fight then to train, fight then to train, etcétéra. Day in, day out. He’s surprised he even survived. That life-style he played was simply fatiguing, one where he felt no emotion for those he killed; and he wishes Silver and I to not face it. He told me Silver rests while on his own accord or not because of his issues and whatever he gets in rest, he makes up for in training. Malleus does the same, he spends half his time doing things he enjoys and the other half studying and schooling in general. He now rests more than trains, but that is expected for his age, he said. Each and every word he’s told me has been in my mind and now I will try to gain a ‘life-work’ balance if it will make me more helpful to Malleus. Master Lilia also wants me to find what else I’m fighting for other than my king. This is a hard egg to crack.

I look to Yuu and say, “Human, I would like to rest with you.” I don’t know why I chose the human over my brothers and father figure but I did. This seemed to please Master Lilia and Yuu was surprised but they placed a finger on their chin and decided, “Let’s rest with something you might enjoy, taking a walk.” So we put on something warm and went outside into the cold dark night.

The breeze was a nice breeze for any human to run around without a jacket on. But of course, I left mine on. Crocodiles cannot be out in the cold without layers. Stupid human. Anyway, we walked and talked. The North Star was bright and a beautiful sight to behold, surrounded by soft clouds and no moon that night. I spoke so highly about it and mentioned that my characters in my books follow that star along with a needle compass if they cannot find it. Since that’s what we do in Briar Valley and what other countries used to do. They spoke that they want to take photos of it for their art they create. But after an hour of this walk, they started to get cold and wished to sit down on a bench nearby us. They put on their jacket that I made them bring and sat beside me on the bench.

A stray dog came by us and wanted to play, it handed a slobbery ball in my hand and I said, “Is it sure it wants me to throw it? It will be running for miles if it does.” The dog only looked up at the ball excitedly and I looked back at Yuu and they shrugged. I threw the ball in a direction for the pup and it ran after it. But I heard the ball drop nearby, me of all people and only a minute later, the dog was back with the ball, wagging its tail and dropping the round object at my feet. I stared at my hand and I was astonished. “Is this rest making me weak?!” I cannot have that! Malleus needs a knight of strength. Not a knight of weakness! Yuu shook their head and informed me, “You cannot get weak from one measly rest, especially one that’s walking. You might’ve just had an instinct of wishing to care for a creature lesser than you, the ball fell closer by so the dog’s energy wouldn’t be gone within the first throw. It’s a human thing.” I looked at Yuu and sighed, I picked up the ball and threw it again and as the dog rushed after it and brought it back, my throw got less and less. But the excitement I gave that dog made me feel so appreciated, so loved. But when helping Malleus, I feel under appreciated and I’ll be it… unloved. More like a nuisance. As I picked up the ball and threw it another time, I watched as the dog ran after it. But this time, the dog stopped and just sat by us. He wasn’t excited or happy, I panicked and tried to grab the ball again but the dog took it in his mouth, and looked at me and once I let him be, he dropped it and laid down.

I looked at Yuu, “Human! Why is it not dropping the ball at my feet anymore?!” Yuu looked confused and said, “Have you never had a pet before? Branwen doesn’t count.” I shook my head, “No, none of us had pets before that I know of, my father used to but not anymore.” Yuu sighed, “Alright… The dog just needs a rest, you tuckered him out. But in about ten minutes, he’ll try and hand you that ball again.” I looked at the dog who looked up at me and I nodded, “Right. Okay.” I then stared ahead, quietly. I couldn’t think of anything to talk about or say but I remember what Yuu said a bit ago, it has registered and has now begun to bug me but I don’t know why I’m not too upset. I hear Yuu speak, “You being quiet is a scary thing, are you alright?” I looked over at them and responded, “Oh nothing, I was just thinking about something.” Yuu looked at me and asked, “About what?” I sighed and leaned back on the bench. “What you said earlier about me wanting to care for a lesser creature, you said it was a human thing and I’m not necessarily mad about it but it worries me if anything.” Yuu looked at me confusedly. “I’m worried that if I accept my humanity, will I be allowed to return to Briar Valley? I was allowed to stay there because of Lilia, my mom, my siblings and the fact that I ‘was fae enough they guessed’. I may be Malleus’ guard, but would that still be enough? It’s better to be fully human there than half one. I’m an abomination to most of the fae there and yet they tolerate me, but if I were to accept my humanity, would they tolerate it?! They despise humans there!” Yuu looked worriedly at me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “They allow Silver there and I know you said being a full human there is better than a half fae but are you so sure about that?” I shook my head, “It feels like I should be sure…” Yuu sighed, “Sebek, if they try and keep you from staying at Briar Valley, you know Lilia is going to make them allow you to as well as Malleus—” I got Yuu’s hand off my shoulder and said, “The thing is, I’m not so sure Malleus would push for me to remain by his side, not even Branwen. I’m unsure about Silver’s stance on that too. But I know Lilia would.” I stared ahead, “My mother, sister and brother would…” Yuu leaned on me as the wind blew, they shivered. “I’m sure all of them would, Sebek. Despite how they act, they love you with every fiber of their being. Malleus, Branwen and Silver are the usual ‘big brothers’ that see their little sibling every day. Especially when their sibling is glued at the hip with them.” Yuu smiled reassuringly at me and I felt the corner of my mouth arch slightly. Then the dog came over with the ball and dropped it at my feet again. My smile got wider and more noticeable and I began to throw the ball for the dog again.

Some time in the evening went by and we made our way to Ramshackle Dorm. Yuu put on a movie and we ate a good dinner and watched it. A relationship in the movie was deteriorating because of the fact that the two leads are struggling with one feeling like they’re always giving and never receiving and Yuu was saddened by it, I could tell but they didn’t cry. At the end of the movie, I looked at them with concern and they said, “I’m fine, I never had a relationship where I felt like that or anything…” They smiled awkwardly and I arched my brow and argued, “I know you did, you consented to Lilia showing your memories you’re remembering from your life away from here to us.” Yuu sighed. “Alright alright… yeah, that scene of the one feeling used upset me.” I nodded, “It’s alright, human.” I reassured them. “I would like to get in something more comfortable than outside clothes. You can turn around.” They suggested. “Okay.” I affirmed what they said and turned around. Yuu got up and spoke, “Though I don’t mind if you watch me, I’d think your ‘knight’s chivalry honor’ or whatever would make you freak out if you did.” I was confused and before I said anything, I noticed they were struggling with something. “Do you need help?” I asked and they sighed, “Yeah, I’m struggling to get my bra off.” I nodded, “Then I shall close my eyes whilst helping you.” Yuu shrugged, “I’ll guide your hands then.” They turned their back to me and I closed my eyes, put my hands out and they helped me feel for the back strap and I unhooked it. Then I turned around once again. “I don’t understand why you care, because even within the knight’s code, I’d be considered an object, a harlot.” Yuu said and I felt offended that they would think that me and any other knight would consider them a harlot. But I held my tongue about that lecture for now. Yuu then walked over next to me in a night dress, placed a hand on my shoulder and let me know, “You can look now.” I turned to look at them and that’s when I decided to tell them, “To be honest, I only look away because I wish for you to feel important.” That seemed to have caught Yuu off-guard and they blushed. “I…” they couldn’t speak.

I took that moment to start my lecture and scold, “A knight’s code doesn’t discriminate against any femme presenting person and being in general. A knight is always chivalrous to any femme presenting person who’s been insulted or treated badly. If I were to witness the femme person being insulted or hurt and I do not step in, I must rid myself with my own blade or beg for forgiveness, especially if I am the one to hurt them. If I witness foul activity like that of soliciting the femme presenting person who isn’t consenting, I must duel that person or fellow knight most likely to the death. Every femme presenting person is royalty and above you no matter how little or many partners they have! That is the knight’s code of chivalry. That and that alone. No discrimination. Just respect and worship.” Yuu looked shocked and albeit a little lost, so I shortened my rant apologetically, “No matter who you are Yuu, a knight’s code of chivalry counts you as a power I must respect, protect and make sure you feel as important as you are.” I smiled partially, to be honest I was feeling quite cocky. Yuu blushed furiously and scolded me, “Alright that’s enough, idiot!” I felt a frown come to my face, “Not the response I hoped to hear,” I then grinned again because I felt a laugh coming on, knowing how Yuu can be. “But I can’t say I didn’t expect it.” I added and Yuu leaned in me and punched my chest, it felt like a mosquito bit me, “Just stop… idiot.” I held Yuu close and said, “Very well, human.”

The coo-coo clock in the lounge struck the curfew time of ten at night and I gasped, “I hadn’t gotten permission from Malleus to stay here tonight! I have to go, it’s curfew!” I released Yuu and ran toward the door to leave the lounge. But I paused and looked back at Yuu, “Sorry human, I’ll see you in the morning!” I said and I went over and kissed Yuu on the cheek then I ran out the lounge and out the doors of Ramshackle.

Once I returned to the Diasomnia dorm, I processed what I just did and I grinned at myself and looked at the mirror I’d just come through. Honestly huffing and puffing from my run here. Lilia appeared behind me and teased me, “You’re back past curfew, how was your date~ with Yuu?” I looked back, “I don’t know, was it a date? Regardless, I enjoyed my resting time and I believe I know now what I’m fighting for. Thank you master Lilia. I must get some sleep now.” I bowed at Lilia and then went toward my bedroom and saw Silver in the hallway who looked at me with a teasing grin, “Did you enjoy your time with Yuu?” He also teased me (a given), and I couldn’t be mad, “Yes actually. Goodnight Silver.” I went toward my bedroom and Silver seemed to be shocked that I didn’t react, he asked, “Did you find Malleus? He hasn’t come back tonight.” He was trying to make me react negatively in his eyes, loud and boisterous. “Malleus has Branwen, he’ll be fine.” I say behind gritted teeth. Then I heard Master Lilia pipe in to stop him, “Silver, leave the boy alone! You go get Malleus’ roaming ass. Goodnight Sebek!” I am relieved that Lilia stepped in and I smiled and remembered my resting night with Yuu as I got dressed to go to bed and plopped on my it, slowly falling asleep in a blissful daze.

[a-wynterwonderland]

*spoilers* "Why did you ship your OC with Rodimus?" bro look at him at the end of Lost Light

Do you see the look on his face? That is the definition of looking dejected. Everyone goes their separate ways, and what happens to Rodimus? He's left there, alone, without his ship, without his family. Quest's over, the thing that made him feel alive after millions of years of war. How long did he sit there? Where did he go afterward? Did he even have anywhere to go afterward?

Like it literally gets worse later on in the chapter

mf THE BAGS UNDER HIS OPTICS???? Poor bastard looks exhausted.

Rodimus deserved better. Like I'm not a very emotional person at all but come on, this is just depressing. All this romance and Rodimus doesn't get a boyfriend?? You're telling me he didn't get a boyfriend????

Fine. I'll do it myself.

[wicca-wicca-whack]

Care, pt 2

Gordon Malloy x Reader

Word Count: 2229

PT 1

Shockingly, making out with Gordon didn’t lead to anything.

Well, at least, you were shocked.

After hanging up on Kevin, you’d maybe made out for ten more minutes before he gently peeled himself from you, laughing awkwardly at the way you grabbed for him.

“You should go to bed,” he reasoned, sitting back on his knees, eyes drawn to the pout on your lips.

“I don’t wanna go to bed yet.”

“Come on. It’s been a long night.” He stood, taking your hands and pulling you up.

“Come with me.”

“I’ll put you to bed.”

“And lay with me.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“No.” You grinned, pulling him along towards your bed.

“No funny business,” he tried, watching you let go of his hands and scramble into bed.

“Mmhm.” You waved him down, and he’d shed his shoes before joining you, arms open in offering, which you’d taken, pressing your face into his shirt with a sigh.

He’d been gone when you woke up. And you haven’t seen him since.

Which, in such a big ship, you hadn’t been too worried about. At first. But a day turned into two, which turned into a week, and you were a little worried. You were starting to think he didn’t actually want to kiss you.

But Talla had waved that concern away when you brought it up. “Oh, come on, the way he was looking at you? Of course he wanted to kiss you!”

It had made you feel better for a day until you decided you must have done something else wrong. He was obviously avoiding you. Sure, he was stationed on the bridge, and you were always in the lab, but to not even spot him in passing, or in the mess?

Gordon figured it was for the best. Really, while you two had never really been close, like ever, he’d heard from people who knew you better how on and off you and D’Acunto had been. 

The pair of you were never broken up long, and he’d definitely seen the dozen messages from him waiting for you when he’d woken up the morning after. He didn’t read them, though he desperately wanted to, only seeing the preview of a message that looked to be some kind of apology. 

Regardless of how shitty D’Acunto was, there was no way he could compete with an on-and-off over ten-year relationship. He cursed himself for even thinking D’Acunto would let someone like you go, grabbing his jacket on his way out your door that morning.

Avoiding you felt like it was burning him a little, a feeling he wasn’t really used to. But it made it easier for him, not having to hear you tell him it was a mistake.

Your quarters weren’t on the same deck as his, so coming and going from the bridge to his quarters, there was little risk of overlap. He could get just about anything he got in the mess from the synthesizer in his own quarters.

Ed told him he was stupid after about a week, showing up at his door to hang out and have a drink.

“You don’t even know if she’s actually going to forgive him,” he’d pointed out, beer bottle in hand.

“Except that she always does,” Gordon returned with a sigh, taking a long drink.

“Didn’t you say you made out even after he called? That doesn’t feel like someone who’s gonna take a guy back.”

“She was drunk.”

“She was barely tipsy, according to Talla.”

“Talla made her spill half her drink down her shirt, dude.”

“Yeah, which she’s saying she did on purpose.”

He groans, rubbing his forehead. “I know what she said, man.”

“She also said she’s been asking about you.”

He feels himself freeze up, glancing at his dark-haired friend. “Yeah, well… It’s not a big deal,” he tries.

“Dude, do you hear yourself? If the roles were reversed, you’d be on my ass about it!”

He snorts, setting down his empty beer bottle. “Good thing for you that they aren’t. How’s Lieutenant Q-”

“Don’t change the subject, dude.”

He puts his hands up defensively. “Fine, fine. But it��s not that big of a deal.”

“Gordon,” Ed sighs, resting his beer bottle on his knee. “It’s been years since you’ve been interested in, like, an actual person. She seems nice.”

“She’s cool,” he admits slowly, picking at his pants idly.

“I still don’t get why you’re avoiding her.”

They ended up going in circles about it almost the whole time he was there, saying their goodbyes at nearly 0100 hours.

Another week passes before he braves the mess, John’s arm over his shoulder as he loudly regales him with a story about him flirting with one of the newest additions to the science lab.

He can feel the moment your eyes light on him, nearly burning through his skull as he takes a seat with his friend.

You can feel rage bubbling in your chest when you spot him, annoyed that he’d almost met eyes with you before he sat with his back to you.

Ada- the Lieutenant you’d seen with the Captain at Lamarr’s party- clicks her tongue, waving a hand. “Ignore him. Seriously. He’s been super weird lately.”

You’d become quick friends in the time following the party, making an effort to branch out and find your own friends, hoping to distract yourself from the way Gordon had been ignoring you.

“Seriously. He’s missing out,” Talla agrees easily, glancing over her shoulder at the pair. “He needs to get over himself.”

You sigh, pulling your eyes from him. “I just don’t get what’s going on. I thought-”

“You thought correctly, really,” Talla assures. “He’s just being an idiot.”

“Should I say something?” You question, as Kelly returns to your table with a few shots.

“I wouldn’t,” she advises.

“I probably would,” Ada scrunches her face up a little.

“Kevin still blowing you up?” Talla peeks at you as you all grab a shot, clinking the small glasses together and tossing it back.

“No, thankfully.” You sigh, setting the glass down. “I think he’s finally accepted that it’s over.”

“Good. I don’t know how he thought he was gonna get you back after all that mess.”

“Yeah, an argument and breaking up is one thing, but no contact for that long is just insane,” Kelly adds.

“Time to get back out there!”

You can’t help but glance at Gordon again. “I’m gonna go say something.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kelly sounds concerned. “In front of LaMarr?”

“Yup.” You hop down from the tall chair, heading towards the table.

LaMarr’s eyes find you first, and he gives you a friendly grin as Gordon slowly turns to peek back, and he looks like he nearly bites his tongue when he sees you stalking towards him.

“We need to talk.”

He flounders a little, looking nervous. “I’m bus-”

“That’s my queue,” John gives you a nod, raising a hand towards the girls you’d just left and standing from his seat, heading towards them. “I’ll see you later, man.”

“...Busy,” he finishes lamely, eyes on the other man’s retreating form.

You take the seat right next to him, and he jumps a little as his eyes refocus on you. 

“Listen-”

“I know-”

You start talking at the same time, voices dying off quickly. You can’t help but think he looks like he thinks you’re going to execute him, and you sigh, all too aware the nosy group at the previous table you occupied is probably watching you.

“Come on.” You stand, hauling him by the collar. He yelps, but follows, finding your grip dragging him along to be too firm.

It’s silly, he knows, but he tries slyly to shirk his uniform jacket, only for you to turn on him and grab his hand instead.

“You’re not getting away from me that easy, Malloy.”

You drag him all the way to your quarters, punching in your code and sort of pushing him in. He lets another yelp out but doesn’t fight, seemingly resigned.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stand in front of your door, arms crossed, watching him deflate a little.

“I’m not.” You don’t even have to know him very well to know he's lying.

“You haven’t been in the mess for two entire weeks,” you argue.

“Taking some personal time.” He stumbles back when you step towards him, and if you weren’t angry, it would probably make you laugh.

“You haven’t answered any of my messages.”

That earns you an awkward laugh. “I’ve, uh… been busy.”

You sigh. “Look, Gordon, if you’re not interested in me-”

“Not interested?” He looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“-you just have to tell me that. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Woah,” he lets out another awkward laugh, “that's not- No! You’re cool. I’m definitely interested.” He isn’t looking you in the eyes at all anymore, and you deflate a little.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! No. I just… I don’t wanna get in the way.”

“In the way of what?”

“You and D’Acunto.”

You feel like everything stops for a minute, confused. “Gordon, you don’t even like Kevin.”

“No, I don’t.”

You scoff. “Gordon, me and Kevin aren’t together anymore.”

“No, I know you weren’t-”

“We aren’t. Still aren’t.”

You watch the gears in his brain whirr.

“Did you think I was going to take him back?”

You can see him wince. “Maybe.”

“Why?”

“Well, I know you guys were pretty… off and on to start with. When I left, you had, like, 20 messages from him.”

“You read my-”

“I didn’t read them!” He defends quickly. “Your desk just kept pinging.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead and moving to sit on your couch. “Yes, Kevin was messaging me. He was going back and forth between calling me a cheater-”

“A what?”

“-and pleading with me.” The couch dips as Gordon takes a seat next to you. “I told him we were done. It’s over. I’d already wasted 10 years of my life waiting for him to show me some kind of concern or care. It took me, what, a few months to find friends who care about me more than Kevin does. I didn’t realize how low the bar was.”

He’s silent, just watching you like he doesn’t know what to say. 

You take your uniform jacket off, folding it over the back of the couch. “Kevin never even walked me back from a party. Granted, we all stay on a Union ship, it's generally safe,” you concede, “but you offered to walk me home just because my drink got spilled down my top.”

He flushes. “Well, that was-”

“-A setup, I know. But still. You were right. Kevin is a massive jerk. I liked hanging out with you. I was hoping we could do more of that, you know?”

There’s a few beats of silence before he shimmies his own jacket off, tossing it haphazardly over the back of the couch. “Okay.”

“I don’t wanna pressure you, I mean, I know it’s been a while since you’ve dated-”

“Who told you that?” He sounds fully embarrassed.

“Captain Mercer.” 

He’d come into the lab, in fact, urging you to give Gordon grace, just not too much.

“I’m here… unofficially,” The Captain started, taking a seat in one of the chairs in your office.

“Oh… kay.” You gave him a wary look. “Have I done something?”

“No! No. I just…” He looks uncomfortable, crossing his legs. “It’s about you and Gordon.”

You flush quickly, clearing your throat.

“Not anything serious! Just… he hasn’t had a girlfriend or anything in, like… a long time.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You tilt your head at him, curious.

“Just… asking you to give him a little time. Grace, even. Just not too much. He’s no good at this kind of thing.”

“Women?” tumbles from your mouth, unbidden, but thankfully, he just laughs as he stands.

“Yeah. It’s definitely good to give him a couple of days, but… he gets in his head a lot.” 

He’d headed for your office door. “I’m sure I’ll see you around, Lieutenant.”

He groans, putting his head in his hands. “Of course he did.”

“Your friends like to meddle.”

“Some of those people are your friends, too,” he points out, sighing as he raises his head.

You hum an acknowledgment, leaning into his side. “If it helps, it’s not like I’ve had a new relationship in a long time, either.”

You can feel him relax just a little, hands dropping from his face. “This is still mortifying.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“I should kill him.”

“Murder is a little far,” you chuckle, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek before patting his knee and moving to stand. “Come on. I booked some sim time to decompress, let's go together. I’ve got this really cool hack-and-slash sim based off a 21st-century video game we can do.”

He looks excited, which is a relief to you, quickly moving to follow. “Sounds like a plan. I love that kind of stuff.”

You grin, shaking your head. “I know. It’ll be our first date.”

His grin widens, and you have a feeling this will be the most fun first date you’ve been on… probably ever.

[harulovesmcr]

I post my art ??!?!?!!!

most of this is old or whtv

[fairygeek777]

Okay I have yet to finish volume 2 of Sailor V, so I'll call this a headcannon

I love the concept of characters who represent love and encouraging romance and red strings of fate, but the character themselves doesn't want/can't have a romantic relationship.

I consider Sailor Venus and my character, Sailor Earth (I'm still working out stuff in my brain head) to be this type of character.

I think platonic relationships are very underappreciated. And Venus/Minako being the "Goddess of Love" should be someone who considers every type of love equal.

When she is announcing how she's going to experience all the love she can and date all the boys she can in Stars, she gets called out by Yaten that she's not being genuine. That, she won't ever fall in love for real because her heart belongs to the princess she swore to protect. But not in a romantic way. She loves Usagi/Serenity more than anything or anyone in the same way that her fellow senshi do. And I don't see anything wrong with that.

I think it'd be wrong to say Venus can't feel love for another, Kunzite is proof of this. But I don't think Venus will ever experience a love as long-lasting as that of her love for Serenity.

So its weird because, I almost think this is cannon? It just seems to be the actual circumstances.

And also, if I were to say my true headcannon/fanon in relation to Venus, it's that Venus and Mars have been in love for millenia but have a mutual understanding that they cannot be together.

Idk. I still struggle to pick a preferred mindset about them.

[waivyjellyfish]

After Kotoko's VD I remembered a small sketch I wrote in October. About these voices that Es heard.

~ Es sometimes hears strange voices on the periphery. For the most part this is the words "we" "guilty" and "innocent", but at times, a different voice is flung through the measured hum of voices. Soft and kind. Warm and even some nostalgic, but very sad. "Where…" "mi...ng, dis..pe..ed" "C...d." "...ase .e sa.." And there’s only one thing the voice says every time, every day, that’s getting clearer and closer. "My dear child"

[angelcake707]

I made a mistake calling this character a dragon, 'cause it turns out they're a dinosaur.

On behalf of my mistake, I'll add in the abstracted dinosaur for DW AU and call them the Raptor. So, lemme requote:

I like to think that Wonderland!Skadi, aka the Peryton, would fight with the Raptor.

[dansconcepts]

Everything's Coming Up Hajime

The following drabbles (they're little scenes of different things with some more detailed than others because a fic was too ambitious for me :'>>>) completely and wholly inspired by and dedicated to @gliittergelpens for their headcanon post on Hajime (found here) and also the connected follow up interaction here. Go check 'em out :D! And I hope you enjoy this :).

Bleary lights. Bright. Dreary. 

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

NO!

Bolt, bolted, he can’t move, why can’t he move? Everything’s not okay, why is he here again? Where are they? Get to the corner, get to the corner, he can’t move he can’t move!- (why is he prolonging the inevitable? He hasn’t done that in so long)

Pressure starts compounding on his chest. He shakes. He doesn’t want to go again, it’s going to be another round of tests again, he didn’t know he agreed to this! Let go, let go, let GO!

“Hajime.”

They never call him that. He is the subject, their project, the plaything to rip apart because he is nothing more than an experiment. He is not a person. He is not Hajime.

“Hajime.” They repeat. “It’s Makoto.”

Makoto?

He doesn’t recognize-

Makoto Naegi.

He blinks. His body slumps. As if his body was lead, his head slowly turns toward the source.

“Makoto Naegi” was never one of the researcher’s names. He knows, because he remembered each and every one, even if he didn’t want to. No, Makoto Naegi is someone else entirely, someone who isn’t associated with the Project. 

Sage-coloured irises meet his gaze first. They are warmer than any of the researchers’ eyes. 

…He isn’t in a lab, is he?

“Muh-” He winces. His voice sounds terrible. 

“Hey, drink up.” Makoto commands, not unkindly. “I know you’ve been in there for a while, but try your best.”

A glass of water is held to his lips and once they hit, his lips burn, but he downs it gratefully anyway. His throat protests in agony.

“Do you know where you are and what happened, Hajime?” 

Hajime stretches, pops coming from all his atrophied joints. “W-we- ugh, Jabberwock Island. K-cough-illing game.” The Killing Game. At the reminder, adrenaline starts coursing through him, and he immediately lurches out of the pod.

Makoto gently pushes him back.

“Yes. The other survivors are awake, but they do not hold the memories you do.”

“W-what about everyone else? What happened to them?”

“They’re still in the pods.” He tries jumping out again. “BUT!” Makoto blurts out. “BUT they’re okay. They’re not in the killing game right now. They seem to have created their own worlds-”

“What can I do to wake them up?” He quickly interrupts. 

“Oh, um, I was going to get to that part.” A small smile stretches on his face. “I knew you’d want to help. I would’ve been the same.” 

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Darkness. 

He feels so tired.

He hasn’t felt this tired in… so long. Everything… is so tiring.

Lights threaten to blind him. 

No. 

Let him sleep.

Let him sleep…

“Hey, Nagito... it’s Hajime.” 

He stirs. Hajime?

He looks at the tanned skin, eyeing the scars on the undersides of his eyes, further littered over his arms, and then tracing back to his equally scarred lips, that were currently sipping on a cup in his hands.

“Ha-jime.” He croaks. Wordlessly, Hajime provides him some water. With weak hands, he reaches out toward the cup, and manages to squeeze enough of a firm grasp on it. Hajime continues sipping while he slowly gulps down the offered water. 

“Ahem,” He coughs. “Hinata, my apologies. …What happened?”

“You’re one of the last few to wake up, Komaeda.” Hajime replies, and notably, provides no context. “What do you remember?”

The question sparks his silence. His mouth purses into a deeply thin line. He eyes the man in front of him. Is there something he must have forgotten? “...Nothing particularly pleasant.” He decides on.

Hajime scrutinizes him. He stays quiet. Hajime slumps over with a sigh. “Okay, fair enough. Your pod opened, but you wouldn’t wake up. You’re in the hospital now.”

He looks around. Yes, he gathered that. The white walls and bright fluorescent lighting weren't foreign to him, he would recognize such a place no matter where he was. He could voice that, but there are more pressing concerns.

“I’m afraid I still don’t understand. How did I get here?”

“We went through a rehabilitation program.”

“Ah.” The memories are hitting him now. “Yes, sorry, I do remember us Remnants being captured for such a thing, although I don't remember much else.” He hums, looking the other up and down. “It worked, then?”

“That depends. How do you feel? About, you know, hope and despair and all that.”

“Well,” He chuckles, “if you’re worried I’m going to blow up this hospital in the pursuit of ‘a greater hope’, you would be greatly mistaken.”

Hajime breathes out a sigh of relief. “But I imagine my luck could affect that greatly. It's very fortunate you could balance it out.” The other gazes away from him, looking down in thought. How curious. Was it something he said?

He subtly tilts his head. The brunet covertly glances around, as if he was watching for something. Piercing eyes returns to meet his. “You can't get up to any crazy shit just because I can do that.” The other jokingly chastises, but his eyes remained guarded.

He nods with an smile. “Oh, I would never.” To anyone, it would simply be him teasing. However, he can tell Hajime's trying to hide something about his talents, and someone here is watching them. He wonders who would cause such paranoia.

Hajime fills him in on what occurred, being saved by the "Future Foundation" (oh, it's them.) and particularly specific members (Makoto! As in Makoto Naegi, The Ultimate Hope Makoto? Yes Komaeda, just keep it in your pants.), as well as explaining Nagito’s status, his mental and physical state (still affected by his pre-existing conditions, albeit less so), and the new addition to his body.

He turns it. He didn't even notice he had a new arm. It feels seamless, although the metal is strange to feel underneath his fingertips.

“I had to replace it.” Hajime explains. “The dead tissue was threatening to spread to the rest of your body if it was kept there. It was fine when we were hooked up to the pods since that was preserving it, but since you went into a coma, we had to act fast.”

“Hmm.” He curls his newfound metallic fingers. He sends him a smile. “It seems I owe a lot of my gratitude to you, Hinata, for helping trash like me.”

There's a pause. “We'll work on that,” is the response Hajime settles with. “...Do you want to meet everyone else?”

He freezes. Everyone else?

Although he doesn't know why, he feels himself pale completely and his body shivers. Everything in him feels cold, as if the temperature dropped, as if his whole body rejected the very idea of something he was otherwise only semi-wary about. He knows he had many reasons before to feel apprehensive around his former classmates, given his past transgressions during his time as a Remnant and theirs, but this feels... bone-chilling. Buried deep within his psyche, perhaps connected to the memories he doesn't have.

“What happened in the program.” He bluntly states, rather than asks.

“No one else remembers too, if that helps.” Hajime starts. It doesn't. “Even I barely remember it. Everyone has felt snippets though, things they avoid subconsciously, or they experience nightmares about it.” He wonders if Hajime has nightmares. He wonders what Hajime avoids. “It was broadcast-”

“I want to watch it.”

Hajime's jaw tightens. “It wasn't that type of broadcast. It wasn't recorded, it was just shown to Makoto and the other survivors. Besides, it's best you don't anyway. You're going to remember something about it.”

“How cynical. What if all I remember are pleasant things?” Nagito inquires, even if he knows the likelihood of that is so astronomically low. He is aware of himself. He knows being put into a situation like the Killing Game would just mean he'd have made very elaborate plans and schemes. Thinking that, a sharp pain in his abdomen sears through him, and he winces. It's a whisper of a feeling, but it felt... real.

Hajime merely lets out a defeated sigh. “I hope it is, Komaeda, I hope it is.”

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Throughout everything, this was the last thing he thought about. 

The scars. 

For the longest time, he forgot about the scars. For the briefest of moments, his complexion wasn’t completely covered by raised bumps, of angry red tissue, of the careless abandon from scientists who dissected him to fit their molds of perfection. 

And now he’s left looking into the mirror, tracing. His fingers feel the ridges. He remembers the scalpel digging into his eye, even if he didn’t feel the pain of it. He looks at the angry lines along his muscles, his thighs, and he knows with certainty it can be traced down to his feet, the bathroom counter being the only reason he can’t see the reflection of it. He remembers exactly what they forcibly fused together, being haunted by the ghosts of the sutures that were once there.

This is who he sees looking back at him.

…Mikan cleans the glass away from his fist.

[He could’ve done it himself, but it would’ve been a messier job, much like with anything else he would try nowadays.]

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Hajime is out training with Nekomaru, alongside Akane, and casually working out with them.

Nekomaru points out the bandages that suddenly replace his glove, and he waves them off. “Just an accident.” 

After a decent workout, he starts heading back to his cabin to shower when he spots Fuyuhiko to the side, relaxing against a wall.

“Hey.” He greets.  

“Yo.” The former yakuza head nods.

They watch those on the beach, a tall orange blurb chases after a red one, their laughter filling the air as suddenly they're jumped by an even louder multicoloured blurb cackling with mischief. He can hear Hiyoko's distant cursing while Mikan rushes over, fretting. He snorts.

Fuyuhiko crosses his arms, a smile on his face at the scene. “Can’t believe we get to have this.” 

“I know.” He agrees. He’d do anything to ensure everyone here stayed happy like this. Speaking of, he has to make sure to check on the next shipment of supplies afterward. He refuses to have those Future Foundation workers anywhere near the Island otherwise. But first, shower.

He's about to leave when-

“What’s with the bandages?” The former yakuza asks.

He contemplates lying. The last thing he wants is for everyone to start worrying about him. As if aware of his thoughts, Fuyuhiko sends him a particularly scathing glare, menacing even with the eyepatch. He fesses up immediately. 

“I punched a mirror.”

“Why?”

“My scars-” He starts. 

Fuyuhiko quickly interjects. “There’s nothing wrong with them.”

“Part of me understands that, but I look at them and just see…” Hope's Peak. The Hope Cultivation Project. The Remnants of Despair. He squeezes his bandaged hand. “...bad memories.”

“Yeah, I feel that.” Almost subconsciously, Hajime glances at Fuyuhiko’s scar, hidden behind black cloth. Fuyuhiko meets his gaze, unflinching. “I hate thinking about having that bitch’s eye in me.”

“How do you do it?” How do you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you live with yourself? How do you not hate yourself? 

“Being a former yakuza, scars were symbols of respect. This scar?” He gestures to it. “It’s a reminder I’m not some psychotic fuck anymore under that bitch’s heel.

I know I’m not you, Hajime. I don’t have the amount you have. But know that your scars show that you’ve survived, and you’ve made it out the other side. That’s admirable.

And ain’t nobody here went through the type of shit you did. We all look up to you. You’ve had this whole thing on your shoulders. Nobody thinks you’re damaged goods with those scars. Hell, we think of them as a reminder that you’re the strongest out of all of us.” 

“...Thanks, Fuyuhiko.”

“No problem. Now you should go take a shower, you smell like shit.”

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Hajime waits in front of the screen. In no time, Chiaki's grinning face pops up. “Hey Hajime. It's nice to see you. How're you doing today?”

They talk amicably. Even though she wasn't his former friend, the reminder of her AI was comforting, and in the few pleasant dreams he had, he remembered her presence (and in the worser ones, he remembered her death).

“-There's a call for you by the way, I think. It's from Makoto.” He nods. “Thanks Chiaki.”

She patches him through, and he finds it so striking the difference between now and the tentativeness from the beginning, back when they were still establishing Jabberwock Island. Signal seemed daunting, and they (him, Makoto, and Byakuya) were still trying to get Chiaki's AI booted back up. He remembers when they first suggested she try to call the Future Foundation (particularly Aoi, since Hajime refused to have the new Future Foundation head or some random member appear on the screen, since he'd contemplate breaking the nice monitor in half from sheer rage). “It's not what I’m programmed to do,” Chiaki had said, “but… I can try.”

Of course, Makoto and himself exchange pleasantries and talk for a bit, but then it derails into... less pleasant topics. “I'm hoping to finish up the layout for Hope's Peak.”

He tightens a hand over his glove, pursing his lips. “Makoto. I’m glad you want to reclaim yourself, but Hope’s Peak? Really?” He hisses, and Makoto sighs, as if they had this same argument over and over again. 

They have, by the way. Relentlessly. He is NOT getting over this, not by a long shot. He already knows how much Makoto invested into the project, but he’s still of the very firm belief he should’ve invested zero. Of course, he wouldn’t taint their rare ability to chat with one another about it, but he isn’t above reminding Makoto if he brings it up, just to be petty.

But being TRAUMATIZED WATCHING YOUR FRIENDS GET MURDERED is one of the many valid reasons for having absolutely NO interest in seeing the place that tortured him, everyone he cares about, Makoto, everyone Makoto cares about, and basically THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD, come back to existence. 

He loves Makoto, he does, and he knows Makoto’s a good guy, but… 

The idea of Hope’s Peak not being some fucked up breeding ground for hope and despair? It doesn’t seem possible. Part of the problem in the first place was the idea of pitting students against each other, forcibly defining people's significance based on whether they had “talent” or not. As well, they really sucked at developing talented people's talent, giving arbitrary assignments (from what he heard) and no actual practicality applied. He would know. His body is literally littered with their failure.

And the Future Foundation providing a substantial amount of the funds for this project? Hajime has no doubt in his mind that there’s something underlying their generosity. 

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It's looking to be another sleepless night, despite the weight under his eyes begging for relief. Hajime just stares at the ceiling. He feels the body beside him shift the bed, creaking it ever so slightly, and in his peripherals Nagito faces him. Nagito has always been a bit of a restless sleeper (not that he blames him), so he isn't surprised to hear him ask, “What’s on your mind, Hajime?”

He sighs. “I’m just worried about the whole Hope's Peak idea.”

“You don’t believe in Makoto?”

He quickly flips onto his side to frown at Komaeda for the sheer idea. “I believe in him, I don’t believe in anyone else.”

“Well, I can’t help but feel a little hurt…”

“You know how I feel about you.”

Nagito hums. “Do I?” He smirks. “How do you feel, Hajime?” 

Why is he turned this way again? He flips back around, ignoring the way his ears start to warm up.

“...Shut up and go to sleep already.” 

He hears Nagito chuckle behind his back. It settles eventually though. Ah, Nagito finally went to bed.

“You know,” Nagito's voice pipes up, still awake after all. His voice sounds a little whimsical, as if nearly about to sleep. “I don't necessarily disagree with you. I thought it was a place of great hope, and the fact it's being run by the Ultimate Hope is quite amazing. But...

There's you. And the hope in you has been shining so brightly this whole time.”

He freezes. Did he just-?

The words spark something in him. As if they sounded familiar.

He gets a rush that tea- nor even caffeine back when it did anything for him- has never achieved. When he eventually does sleep that night, his dreams are pleasant.

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It's one of those rare instances Makoto lands on Jabberwock Island and can say hi to everyone. They meet at the small restaurant on the Island where Hajime prepares some tea for himself. He offers it to Makoto, who takes it gratefully.

Much like their video chats, the start talking about what's currently going on when Makoto- once again- mentions Hope's Peak.

Hajime lowers his cup.

“I'm going to be reinstating talents at Hope’s Peak.”

His fingers clutch his glove. He digs them in, sharp and quick, his lips immediately pulling down into a frown.

“Did… someone force you to do this?”

“Uh, no?” Makoto averts his gaze. “I’ve consulted with basically everyone since you’ve started getting me a little paranoid…”

“You should be. The Future Foundation doesn’t deserve you. You’re way too good for them.”

“They're trying to change.” Makoto states, with not much conviction.

Hajime hums skeptically. Sure they are. “Just watch out for yourself, yeah? Because the first thing I’ll do is leave this island just to kick their asses. I don’t need an Ultimate to make them into ragdolls.”

Makoto chuckles, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “...You must’ve practiced that.”

“Being around Fuyuhiko and Akane tends to give you some badass lines.”

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It starts like a regular day. Things break, people fight, problems arise, he deals with it. When he sees the broadcast, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

“Oh, Makoto's on TV. How exciting.” Nagito mentions offhandedly, as if it was something as casual as the weather. It decidedly is NOT. Is Makoto okay? Why would he be broadcasted? Is this another...?

“-ing Hope's Peak,” He catches the tail end of. “In this world, there's nothing more important than banding together to fix the Tragedy that occurred. Rejoice with me as your new headmaster. Alongside the Future Foundation, we'll bring forth a new hope together!” Hajime cringes, and cringes hard. This doesn't sound like Makoto at all. The Future Foundation logo is the last image of this blatant ad, what the fuck, but he's seen enough.

He knows exactly how to deal with this.

He strolls into the new Future Foundation headquarters (although that may be underselling it). Instantly, upon seeing him, people start shrieking and running. Red lights blink in and out. He brushes it off. It’s the last of his damn worries right now.

He's rushed by armoured guys. He suddenly feels like he should've thought this through, but he continues on. He slips himself into the old Remnant persona like an ill-fitting jacket, paired with a little Ultimate Actor prowess. “Let me through or I'll make sure your families have nothing to put into a casket.” Okay, not his best work, but it's enough for them to back off. They watch him. He even hears one guy cowering in fear from behind. It's that which allows him to catch the guy's arm and dislocate it. Everyone jumps at the sudden violence, and the guy screeches.

He knows it's fixable, but he still feels bad. The mask he wears threatens to slip, but he keeps going until he gets to the new Future Foundation head. (Hajime met her before through a forced video call, with them threatening to interfere at Jabberwock Island if he wasn't capable enough. “I am Sumiko Hatanaka,” they introduced themselves. “Ultimate Administrator. Given the circumstances the Future Foundation is currently in, I have become appointed as the temporary replacement head provided my previous experience and commitment to my work.”)

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing.” He sneers.

“How are you here?” She asks. “What are you doing here?”

“That wasn’t my question.” 

He sees a sheen of nervousness across their forehead, but they don't let up their frown.

“Why are you here, Hajime Hinata, Remnant of Despair?” 

Why is he here? Why is he HERE?

“What gave you the right to use Makoto for some ad for Hope's Peak? What the hell are you doing, exposing him further to the public? Do you know what this could do to him?”

“I assure you, I have no vested interest in letting a valued employee be defaced in any way, shape, or form. His mental faculties are highly important to this company. Meanwhile, you are jeopardizing the very people you wished to protect by coming here. Was it worth it?”

He growls, “Leave Makoto the fuck alone, or I’ll remind you why I was a Remnant.”

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Makoto’s Hope’s Peak is in full operation. He doesn't know if he'll ever visit. So instead, Hajime is left pondering the future, and living on the Island with the rest of his classmates.

He genuinely hopes nothing bad will happen, but...

He wouldn't bet that it won't.

[wreckrinho]

Wait...

R...RUI!?!?!?!/J

[bambi-on-the-ps3]

Cybertron Twitter must’ve been going CRAZY then

[hydr0phius]

Another Milarion fic? From me? Yes. (This is possibly the last time I update this series for a while).