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autumnshighlady · 3 months ago

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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 29)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: wedding night... activities

warnings: PURE SMUT!!! literally filth, i have no excuse. threesome, oral sex (F receiving), spanking, dom!Nesta, orgasm denial, face sitting, everything basically. slight talk of past trauma but that's it (seriously when y'all write threesomes why do your characters never discuss limits beforehand smh)

word count: 8.3k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: sorry i fell off the face of the earth... again..... i got super depressed and forgot how to write but i'm back now! rip to the person who requested neris x reader smut and had to wait 28 chapters for it lol

DISCLAIMER: none of this is proofread and i WAS drunk when i wrote it so it's a disaster but it's smutty so feast away

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20 / part 21 / part 22 / part 23 / part 24 / part 25 / part 26 / part 27 / part 28 / part 29 / part 30

read on ao3

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Your jaw hit the floor as you entered the unfamiliar room. Against the wall to your left was the biggest four poster bed you had ever seen, enough to fit at least 4 people with room for limbs to be spread but not touching. It was covered in a thick green blanket, with cream pillows and a knitted throw at the base. Almost-sheer gold curtains were wrapped from the top frame of the bed posters, held back by brass loops. There was a large, arching wall of flowers and branches surrounding a shelf behind the bed’s headboard. A few trinkets had already been strewn across the shelves – books, jewellery, a knife, all objects you had seen Eris possess. The floor was dark wood and elegant, with a large, red rug in front of the bed, offset by the most comfortable-looking, plushy chairs and couch you had ever seen.

But what caught your eye the most was the expertly carved cinquefoil arches and pillars on the other side of the room that lead to a balcony. There were no windows between the pillars, but the room remained devoid of the chill of the night air. It was spelled, judging by the thin sheen of magic between the spaces. You couldn’t see the view at this hour, but you knew it would take your breath away.

Angling your head in amazement, you noticed two open doors on the right side. One led to what looked like a massive walk-in closet, while the other led to the bathroom. You followed the second door, peering in to see the largest bathing room you had ever seen. An enormous tub was carved into the floor at one end, a small fountain spurting from one end with dragon’s heads carved into it. Across from the tub was a spacious shower, with various faucets and shower heads at all angles and three shelves with different soaps and oils on them. Amazed, you stepped back into the main bedroom, too stunned to speak.

“So,” Eris smirked, sauntering up behind you and placing his hands on your waist. “What do you think, my love?”

Slack-jawed, you couldn’t find the words for a moment. You glanced at Nesta, who had come up beside you. Her eyes were wide, her soft lips parted ever so slightly in wonder. Everything in this room was perfect, down to the last detail. “Is this…” You tried to speak but your voice trailed off.

“Our room.” Nesta finished your sentence for you, her voice filled with awe.

You asked, “wait, did you know?”

Eris squeezed your sides gently. “She knew this was going to be my gift to you both. Unfortunately I had to tell her, as I needed her input in the construction of the shower. But this is the first time you have both seen it. It was originally a storage room, but I had it redone and it has been worked on for the past two months.”

You baulked. “Eris, I…” Once again, your voice trailed off. The scale of the room, the attention to detail, everything was specifically designed for you, Eris, and Nesta to live together without feeling cramped. Eris had done all of this for you, for Nesta. Even during those dark days where it seemed everything had gone awry, he had kept hope aflame with the building of this room. “I don’t even know what to say, this is incredible.”

Eris chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder and letting his lips graze your ear as he murmured, “You don’t have to say anything. You both deserve it, and I am beyond thrilled that I have the honour of spoiling you like this. It is the least I can do, and it is just one of many endless ways I intend on proving my devotion.”

Instantly, your blood heated at the sensation and you let out a breath. You shivered slightly, face flushing at having your mate’s lips so close to your neck. The action did not go unnoticed. Nesta turned her head towards you, pupils widening with lust at the breath that escaped your lips. Eris simply moved even closer, his fingers stretching up your ribs ever so slightly. Even through the thick fabric of your wedding dress, your skin tingled where his fingers brushed and you sucked in a breath.

“My, my,” Nesta cooed, cocking her head and surveying you up and down like a dragon staring at her prey. The way her head tilted slowly, eyes aflame and each movement possessing a serpent-like quality reminded you of Athariel’s mannerisms – rider and beast, slowly morphing into a unified being. “Somebody is flustered easily.”

“That’s good,” Eris said smoothly, his voice like silk. “It means she listened when I told her she had to wait until the night of the wedding for her desires to be satisfied.”

“You really think I had time for any of that amidst the wedding chaos?” You tried to snap back, but your voice was breathy and weak. All you could think about was Eris’s hands on your sides and Nesta’s blue-grey eyes sizing you up. Your heart thumped louder in your chest as you realised your fantasies were going to be brought to fruition. All those weeks of having to suppress your urges were finally at an end. The sensation of your mates’ desire through the mating bond was almost overwhelming, igniting every nerve in your body.

Eris dragged his lips up and down the side of your neck, chuckling darkly at the shudder your body involuntarily made at the sensation. “Fair enough, we have been rather busy, haven’t we? I’m surprised you’ve made it this long.”

Nesta gracefully took a step closer to you, her rich, warm scent enveloping your senses as she gently removed the crown from your head, setting it down on the dresser a few feet away. “Oh please, take what Eris says with a grain of salt,” she rolled her eyes. “He’s been struggling to hold back just as much as we have. He’s desperate too.”

The High Lord paused his movements along your neck, amber eyes narrowing at her. “Careful, Nesta.” He purred. “I had planned on being generous to my mates tonight, I’d hate for it to turn into an evening of punishment and teaching that smart mouth of yours a lesson.”

Nesta bit the corner of her lip,and you couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in the position of her thighs. She shot Eris a glare, lifting her chin with a challenge. “You wish.”

Before Eris could reply, you let out a snort of laughter at her boldness. A mistake, it seemed, as both your mates whipped their heads sharply towards you. Your stomach fluttered with a delicious fear, one that sent heat between your legs.

“Is something funny?” Nesta asked, a hint of a smirk behind her lips.

You shook your head, resisting the urge to chuckle again. Truthfully, you were impressed with the self-restraint of your mates. For so many, the snapping of the mating bond ignited a weeks long frenzy of fucking. But even after the bond snapped between you, Nesta, and Eris, there had been next to no sexual touching. Every ounce of your being desired to ravage your mates, but Eris’s wishes to refrain until the wedding were the string that held you together. No, your male mate liked control. It was something you had always known about him, something that often made your imagination run wild with other types of control he would enjoy exercising. While you certainly liked your fair share of being in charge, you craved Eris’s approval that came with doing what he asked… after a good amount of mouthing off, that is.

Nesta had held herself together almost as well as Eris, refusing to give into your sly attempts to find a loophole in his command the last few weeks. She shared very little of what her and Cassian had done together, but you were itching to find out what she liked. To explore what buttons you could push, the sounds you could draw out from her plush lips…

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off as Eris’s hand found its way into the locks of hair by your scalp, expertly tugging and pulling your head back against his solid chest. The moan that escaped you was completely involuntary, your body going haywire at the simple action of your mate.

“Nesta asked you a question,” Eris said sternly, forcing you to look up at him. Your breath caught in your throat as he tilted your head back enough for him to stare down at you. His amber eyes were dark with lust, the crown upon his head and the smug look on his face painting the perfect picture of royal arrogance. “It would do you well to answer it.”

This time you managed to catch the whimper in your throat as Eris tilted your head to the side so you were upright and facing Nesta again. The way he moved your body around as if you were a piece of chess on his playing board sent a new wave of arousal through you. You felt torn in two, part of you wanting to submit and let him use you as he pleased while the other part wanted to challenge him and face the consequences he would no doubt dole out.

Nesta’s arms were crossed, pushing up her breasts ever so slightly, which your hungry eyes noticed right away. She raised a groomed eyebrow, “well?”

Deciding to give both of them what they wanted for now, you answered. “What’s funny is I thought you’d be more submissive, Nesta. Your remark caught me off guard. After all, I know how badly you want to please Eris.” The first sentence was entirely untrue, something all three of you knew. But you couldn’t help but add kindling to the fire. The masochistic part of your brain wanted to see how you’d be punished, and if it’d be enough to break you into submission.

“Brave words for somebody who’s about to be at her mercy.” Eris’s voice was low and smooth, his lips returning to your ear.

Nesta simply stared you down evenly, wicked cunningness lurking behind her eyes. “Pathetic, she wants us to not be nice to her and is trying to goad us into doing what she wants.”

You shook your head, but excitement ran through your veins. You heard Eris chuckle from behind you, and Nesta let out an exhale. With the mating bond still so fresh and the three of you in such close proximity, you knew they had felt your body’s every reaction as if it were their own. Despite the chill autumn breeze, the room felt stiflingly hot.

Eris’s hands moved higher on your hips, fingers spreading and ever so slightly grazing the underside of your breast through the fabric of your dress. Nesta stepped forward as well, so close you could smell the honey-lemon tart she ate for dessert on her breath. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, but her eyes still donned that stern expression that drove you crazy. Before you could say anything, her slender fingers reached down and brushed against the inside of your legs through your skirts. An icy hot shiver went up your spine at the contact, and you couldn’t help but arch into Eris, who at this point was responsible for holding you upright.

“So, it seems that you have a choice to make, my dear,” Eris said in your ear, rubbing agonisingly slow circles along your sides with his fingers. “How do you want this night to go? Do you want me to be nice and focus on making you both feel good, hm?” With those last few words, Eris gave your hair another pull, tilting your head further to the right and exposing more of your neck. You cried out as his lips and teeth finally found your skin, gently kissing and biting with the perfect amount of pressure. Instantly, your breathing became uneven, your body desperate for more.

After a few moments of pleasuring the sensitive skin on your neck, Eris removed his lips and continued. “Or perhaps, you want something a little different, for me to be mean and turn you into more of a desperate mess than you already are.”

Suddenly, the gentle strokes of his lips and tongue from before were replaced with sharp canines sinking into your skin. You gasped, a new wave of arousal rushing through you like the waves of a storm. His teeth stung in the most delicious way, mixing with the pleasure arising in your body and making your head spin.

“I think we have our answer.” Nesta chuckled, moving her hands to rest on your hip bones just below Eris’s. “But I want to hear her say it.”

“I…” You stuttered, world reeling from the whispers of touches from Nesta’s hands on your hips mixed with the harsh biting at your neck from your other mate behind you. “I want you to do your worst.”

“Masochistic little fox.” Eris purred. “If you need us to stop, please speak up at any point. This may not be the traditional coupling of mates, but I want you to enjoy it.”

“Nothing about us is traditional.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“That is true.” Nesta added. As if she couldn’t take the close proximity anymore, she crashed her lips into yours, squeezing your hips as she did so. Immediately, you placed your hands on her biceps, pulling her closer and moaning into the contact. Her mouth was soft yet all-consuming, and wetness almost immediately pooled between your legs. Nesta’s kisses have always turned you on in the several that you shared, but this was different. Before, they had been tender and longing, like a prayer echoing through an abandoned church.

There was nothing tender about the way she was kissing you now. If her previous kisses were like a gentle creek flowing through the woods, this kiss was a tsunami. It bewitched your body and soul, her lips bold and claiming you wholly. You were hers, and she was yours – that’s all her kiss told you. You pulled her even closer, her chest brushing up against yours as Eris’s hands explored further, grazing your breasts more and more with each movement. You shuddered between them, lifting a hand and bringing it around Nesta’s neck, squeezing the back of it. She let out a moan, and you used the opportunity of her slack jaw to slip your tongue into her mouth, brushing her lips and tasting every inch of her.

After several minutes of being utterly consumed by the female, you felt her pull away. You let out a whine that was cut off abruptly as you were spun around to face Eris. His green cloak and dazzling crown had been discarded already, leaving him in his red and gold robes. Even without the royal symbols, there was no mistaking his power and status. It sent a thrill through you as you stared up at the male. Chuckling, Eris’s hand wove into your hair again as he pulled you forward, pressing his lips into yours. He was rougher than Nesta, a different kind of dominance, one that was nearly overwhelming. His lips were firm against yours, commanding every ounce of your attention, and you gladly gave it to him. The hand in your hair kept you immobile, unable to resist any which way Eris chose to move you.

You felt Nesta stir behind you, and after a few moments the strings trying together the back of the dress began to loosen. Her fingers expertly undid the material, and you eagerly pulled your arms from the long sleeves while keeping your lips glued to Eris. A shiver came over your body as Nesta’s fingers grazed your newly exposed skin, pulling the soft white and red fabric down your body and letting it fall to a heap on the floor before delicately removing the emerald necklace. Nesta also reached out and pulled the remaining few bobby pins out of your hair, releasing it from the previous mess of an updo it had become.

You stood there in your underwear, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat from the evening’s festivities. You did not feel the urge to shy away and cover yourself as you had when getting undressed with previous lovers. Even as Eris pulled away and took a step back to drink in your naked form, you did not cower. You were his equal, and he yours. He would come to know your body like the back of his hand, there was no use in trying to hide it.

His amber eyes went from lustful to angry as they found the scar below your belly button, that cursed letter ‘M’ that his brother had carved into your skin. You bit your lip, pushing back memories of those awful encounters with Malgorm.

“I hate the gods for letting this happen.” Eris muttered angrily, staring at the scar as if enough willpower could wash it away. “I am so sorry–”

You took a step forward, pressing your fingers against his lips to shush him. “What’s done is done,” You murmured. “We cannot change the past. We can find a way to permanently glamour the scar, as I do not wish for it to be on my body any more than you wish to gaze upon it, my love. Let’s not worry about it for now, okay?”

A slender hand on your shoulder made you turn to face Nesta. She had removed her crown and dress as well, leaving her just as naked as you. But her face was serious, breaking the teasing tension of the room as she spoke. “Are you sure this is okay? After everything that has happened, we don’t have to do this right away. We can wait.”

You shook your head. “No,” You said firmly. “I want this. I want you both. If I was unsure I would have said so. I trust you.”

Nesta’s voice was soft. “Okay. But is there anything off limits that might cause you to become… discomforted?”

You thought for a moment, hating the memories that flashed through your mind. But you endured it. Nesta was right – before anything happened, boundaries needed to be stated. “My neck…” You said slowly, remembering how hard Malgorm had grabbed you. “I don’t want pressure on my neck, please.”

Nesta nodded with understanding. You turned around to face Eris, whose gaze had softened. “I can work with that.” He said gently.

“What about you, Nesta?” You asked, facing your female mate once again. “What’s off limits for you?”

At first, the female visibly tensed, as if fighting off the urge to put those walls back up that she had so firmly in place when you first met her. Getting Nesta to be vulnerable with sex would be a journey, that much you knew. After how she described her couplings with Cassian and other males, this discussion of limits seemed new to her. She blinked slowly, and you could see the wheels in her mind turning.

“Take your time,” you said softly, grabbing Eris’s hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

“My head…” Nesta said quietly after a moment, her eyes slightly glazed over as if reliving memories. “I would appreciate it if my head was not held down or restricted.”

Immediately, your mind thought of all the instances that explained this. The kelpie, the Cauldron, the human male who assaulted her, it all made sense. You nodded, then faced Eris once again to take the pressure off of Nesta. “And what about you, husband? Anything off limits?”

Eris scoffed half heartedly. “Nope. I am content with anything.”

You elbowed him lightly in the stomach, rolling your eyes. “You’re not funny. We’re trying to have a discussion here and you ruined it.”

The male made a noise of agreement, his eyes sobering up for a second before he sighed, removing the crown from his head and moving his fingers to unlace his robes. Nesta came up to stand beside you, her hand sliding into yours but her eyes fixed on Eris. Both of you stared as the male removed his robes and unlaced his tunic. You felt Nesta’s breath catch as Eris’s bare torso was revealed. Slender muscles were covered in faint scars. They looked to be from some sort of burning lashes – Beron’s doing, no doubt. Bile rose in your throat at the sight before you, at the thought of how bad these injuries must have been to still be scarred centuries later.

“My father liked to use his own fire on me,” Eris said slowly. “The wounds from the beatings disappeared fast, but my…. harsher punishments involved fire. I think in a way, he wanted me to fear our fire. But like many things in life, he failed.” He let out a hoarse laugh. “For this reason, I do not wish for pain to be inflicted upon me during sex. While I will inflict it if it’s something you want, I am firmly against being on the receiving end of it.”

“I understand.” You said, and Nesta murmured in agreement. Even with the scars, your body still heated up at the sight of Eris shirtless. They marked his skin like stars in the night sky, glowing in the candlelight. He was strikingly beautiful, every inch of him. From the way Nesta’s breathing changed beside you, he was having the same effect on her, too.

Finally, the arrogant smirk returned to Eris’s face. “Excellent, now that we are all in agreement…” His amber gaze fell upon you, making your knees weak as he spoke with lethal command, “Get on the bed.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but obliged, giving Nesta a quick kiss on the cheek on your way over. The mattress was soft and plushy as you sank down onto it, and you briefly wondered if you even wanted to know how much it had cost.

All distracting thoughts vanished from your head as Nesta strode over, prowling like a dragon approaching a lost sheep. The silver light from the moon and the golden light from the candles illuminated her soft curves in an otherworldly way, the coronet now evolved into a simple loose, messy braid coming over her shoulder. She smirked as you leaned up to kiss her from your sitting position. Before your lips could reach hers, she chuckled and abruptly pushed you back so you were laying down. The yelp you let out as you unexpectedly fell back was cut off by a kiss, her mouth swallowing any noise you made as you melted beneath her. The rich scent of your combined arousals flooded the room, filling your senses.

Nesta’s thighs straddled you as she pressed her body into yours, her creamy skin brushing against you and making your nerves go haywire as she shifted her mouth to your throat, planting gentle kisses there before sliding further down your body. You reached down to try and pull her back up so you could touch her, but two silver flames appeared around your wrists, gently guiding them up over your head and twining into the bedframe, leaving your hands tied. You whimpered in complaint, causing Nesta to stop her kisses just above your breast.

“I’m sorry, did you want to touch me?” She asked huskily, eyes dark. Her lips moved just above your nipple, her breath sending the bud into a peak.

“Yes.” You said breathily, trying to keep the desperate tone out of your voice.

Nesta gave your nipple a quick lick, causing your entire body to twitch before she continued. “Too bad, you have to earn it.”

“And how do I do that?” You snapped in frustration, unable to stop yourself.

As quick as a snake, Nesta reached under your thigh and hoisted your hips off the mattress. With her other hand, she reached underneath and slapped your ass. Hard. Instinctively, you moaned loudly, pain and pleasure coursing through your body and creating even more wetness between your legs. Through half-open eyes, you saw Nesta blink in surprise then smile wickedly. She turned to Eris, who had discarded his bottoms and was palming himself through his underwear. A silent conversation passed between them, and you shivered with anticipation before Nesta turned back towards you. “Lose the attitude, love,” she said.

You huffed, but tried to force the attitude out of your voice. “Boring. What do I have to do to earn it?”

“You’ll have to beg us to let you cum, and you’ll ask permission to do so.”

“I don’t beg.”

“Oh but you will,” Eris chimed in, gently gliding his fingers down Nesta’s spine as she took your nipple in her mouth, causing you to moan. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

You couldn’t deny that. All you could focus on was Nesta’s mouth on you, her other hand fondling the other breast. All the squirming in the world was useless against those silver flame restraints, which was unyielding. Finally, Nesta shuffled down so she was kneeling on the ground with her upper body between your thighs. Involuntarily, your legs automatically widened as she settled in, which did not go unnoticed.

“Wow, you are desperate for me, aren’t you?” Nesta teased, running a finger up your inner thigh. “The lightest of touches have you soaked through your underwear, I can’t imagine how you’ll react when I get my mouth on you.”

You whimpered at her words that washed over you like warm water. You had never been this wet, this aching to be touched. Nesta was smug as her finger ghosted over your clothed slit, feeling the wetness of the thin material. Your hips jolted at the sensation, electric shock wracking your nerves.

Your mates were going to be the death of you. Every instinct screamed to find a way out of the restraints and pounce on Nesta and Eris, but your desire to please them overpowered it.

“My, my, she’s sensitive,” Eris mocked. “I don’t think she’ll be able to handle what we’ve got planned.”

“She will,” Nesta said sternly before glancing up at you. “Won’t you?”

You nodded in blind agreement, the anticipation of not knowing what was coming next both exciting and terrifying you. “Good girl,” Nesta replied before grabbing your panties and tearing them in two, revealing your soaking wet pussy. She moaned at the sight of your exposed core, making you pool even further. Every sound she made, every look she gave you was enough to drive you crazy. Your thighs were near trembling as she lightly touched your clit, the contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves making you jump and your thighs twitch.

“Look how wet she is,” Eris said. “And we haven’t even done anything…”

Your eyes snapped open fully when you realised he had removed his underwear and was stroking his cock. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of the male with his hand wrapped around his long cock, a smug expression on his face as he stared down at you like you were a piece of meat served up on a platter. “See something you like?” He said arrogantly as he noted your expression.

“Mother above, do I ever,” You replied breathlessly. “My brain doesn’t even know where to focus.”

Nesta said, “I think I can remedy that.” Without another word, the female’s head dove between your thighs, her tongue sliding up from your entrance to your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking. Bursting with pleasure, your back arched off the bed, hands angrily pulling against the restraints begging to touch Nesta. She repeated the pattern, licking and sucking in all the right spots and making your eyes roll back in your head.

Cursing under your breath, you let out moans as Nesta ate you out. Her hands were wrapped around your thighs, burying herself as far into you as she could. You could feel her enjoyment and desire through the mating bond, which intensified the experience tenfold. Never before had you been this turned on this fast. Nesta had already figured out what made your body sing and was playing it like a violin. Eris was kneeling behind Nesta, pressing kisses all over her back. The sight of it turned you on even more.

You could pinpoint the exact moment Eris’s fingers found Nesta’s pussy. The female let out a moan that sent vibrations into your core, making your moan echo off of hers. The room was filled with the wet sounds of Nesta’s mouth on you and Eris’s fingers rubbing Nesta’s clit. Her face was screwed up with pleasure and a focused determination, her tongue never relenting against you.

“Isn’t she making you feel so good?” Eris asked you. “Nesta seems like she’s already doing very good with her mouth, I can’t wait to test it out myself.”

“So fucking good…” You murmured, causing Nesta to moan in approval between your legs.

The sounds between Nesta’s thighs intensified as Eris slipped a finger into her, curling it in a way that had her squirming in between you two. “Do you know how many nights I’ve had to get myself off to refrain from storming into your rooms and dragging both of you into my bed to be fucked senseless? I’ve had so many fantasies about what I want to do to you two, even with an eternity ahead of us I don’t know if we’ll have time to complete them all…” The male continued, cocking his head and pushing his hips forward, letting his cock rub against Nesta’s ass. “Is this everything you dreamed of, my love, hmm?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, hands gripping onto the headboard as you writhed underneath Nesta’s mouth. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, coupled with the sight of Eris behind Nesta’s kneeling form with his knuckles buried inside her, you felt yourself approaching the journey to your climax within ten minutes, a new record for you. Your mate between your legs whimpered as Eris’s movements seemingly sped up, but she kept her blue-grey eyes open and looking up at you. Incoherent noises escaped your throat as you began to plead. “Please…” you begged. “I’m getting close…”

“Close to what?” Eris asked mockingly, his voice perfectly even as if he wasn’t curling his fingers inside Nesta so tactfully that she was shaking slightly. “You have to use your words, my love.”

You felt your orgasm building at a rapid pace, coming crashing towards you like a tidal wave. “Please… I’m gonna–” Your words were abruptly cut off as you were unable to hold back the inevitable. Like water overflowing a cup, your orgasm washed over you, spreading that warm electric sensation through your nerve endings. Nesta groaned with pleasure as your hips bucked against her face, grinding into it as you rode out your high. The world went silent around you in those few, stretched out seconds. It was an orgasm unlike any you had ever experienced.

With shaking legs you caught your breath and Nesta finally removed her tongue from your cunt. You watched through hooded lids as she leaned her head back, and Eris bent down and kissed her hungrily, lapping up your juices. One of his hands grabbed her breast, squeezing it in his fingers and making her moan into his mouth. They were like two gods in a painting before you, one you would happily stare at for the rest of your life.

The silver flames around your wrists vanished, and you eagerly brought your arms back down to stretch them out. When Nesta and Eris eventually separated, they turned their gazes towards you. And you knew you were fucked from the wicked look in their eyes.

“I’m sorry–” You began apologising, but Eris cut you off.

“We asked you to do one thing, and you couldn’t even do it…” He said with gleeful disappointment. “A shame, I had such a lovely reward in mind for you if you had just been a good girl.”

Nesta scoffed. “I think she wanted the punishment.”

“She will regret that very soon.” Eris stood up and strode over to your side of the bed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to look up at him. “Did we say you could cum?”

You shook your head, earning you another harsh tug that elicited a moan. “I asked you a question,” Eris hissed. “Did we say you could cum?”

“No…” You stuttered weakly, shrinking beneath his and Nesta’s gazes.

“Then why did you?”

“It felt too good, I couldn’t stop it.”

“Do you think flattery will keep you from punishment?”

You sheepishly shrugged. “A girl can dream, right?”

Eris barked out a laugh, grabbing you gently by the hands and guiding you off the bed. Your legs still felt weak, and had it not been for Eris you would have surely stumbled in your first few steps. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Nesta smugly smirking at her handiwork, her cheeks flushed.

But Eris’s hand grasped your chin, turning your focus to him as you met his gaze. “Go to the empty space on the wall,” He said slowly. “And place your hands on it and spread your legs.”

You baulked, eyes widening. The evil grin on his face sent chills up your spine. Despite your recent orgasm, your body began to heat up again. Knowing better than to protest this time, you did as you were told. The sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the large bedroom as you walked over to the gap in the wall between the fireplace and the corner area. Taking a deep breath, you faced the wall and placed your hands on the smooth wood. It was cold beneath your touch, a soothing sensation against your sweating palms. You mentally cursed your body at how quickly it was recovering and ready for a second round. The mating bond was thick with desire so palpable you could feel it.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you, and you knew without looking that it was Eris. His presence could be felt creeping up on you as if it were your own shadow. You flinched as he put his hands on your waist, pressing his chest into your back. His cock rubbed against your ass as it did with Nesta’s, causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “If you want something, you have to ask for it,” Eris murmured in your ear. “Those are my rules, and you have already broken them. I am going to spank you ten times, and you’re going to fucking take it. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Eris.” You whimpered. Behind you, his cock twitched at the moaning of his name and the male groaned.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Nesta take a seat in the nearby chair with a glass of white wine in hand. She had run a comb through her hair, and when she caught your gaze she raised an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me for help,” she chided. “You’ve done this to yourself. I will not get you out of this.”

You sighed, trembling in anticipation and waiting with bated breath for the first strike. Wasting no time, it came seconds later. Eris’s hand came down on your right ass cheek, hard. From your throat came a guttural cry, one you didn’t know you were capable of making. It was a cross between a scream and a moan, crossing into the latter as the impact from the initial sting melted into a white hot pleasure. You barely had time to recover before the second one came on the other cheek this time, drawing out the same response.

“Good girl…” Eris murmured, rubbing your ass and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. You sighed beneath his touch, melting into it.

But the tenderness didn’t last long. By the seventh spank, tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“Aw, look at her, Eris,” Nesta spoke up. “You’ve made her cry.”

Your laboured breaths drowned out his response as you pressed your forehead into your arms, which you had valiantly kept pressed against the wall. Your ass stung and sweat dripped down your forehead. But the cherry on top was your dripping cunt. Wetness had seeped down your thighs, glistening in the candlelight of the room on display for everyone to see.

You felt Eris’s hand brush some stray hairs out of your face, and he leaned in close to murmur into your ear, “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You whispered, nodding feverishly.

There was no teasing in your mate’s voice as he spoke. “Do we need to stop?”

“No,” You insisted. “I can handle three more, I promise.”

You felt Eris nod against you before pulling away and continuing to rub your ass, which already donned the formations of several dark bruises. You turned your head towards Nesta, who was watching the scene with lust in her eyes. “You’re doing so well, my love,” she said tenderly. “You can do it.”

With a newfound determination, you forced your body to relax as Eris’s hand came down again with a loud smack, making you wince and grow wetter at the same time. Then again, and again. Finally, after the tenth smack, you collapsed your head into your arms again, panting. Your legs felt as weak as a newborn deer, gangly and unstable. You didn’t even have the energy to react as Eris swiped his fingers through your slip, sampling the wetness gathered there.

He chuckled darkly. “My, my, somebody sure enjoyed that.”

“I’m not surprised, given her reaction to my one slap earlier.” Nesta said, placing her wine glass on the table next to her before standing up and making her way over to where you and Eris were standing. She wiped some sweat from your brow with a cloth and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Well done.”

“Is my punishment over?” You asked weakly.

“Not quite,” Eris responded, gently guiding you over to the chair Nesta had been seated in. “You’ve demonstrated a lack of patience, which is unacceptable. So you are going to learn to be patient, and you are going to sit here and watch me fuck Nesta.”

“And you’re not allowed to touch yourself,” Nesta added sternly as Eris pushed you into the chair, which was now turned to face the bed and had a glass of water next to it. Truthfully, your body was relieved at the idea of getting a break. Your muscles ached from the trembling, and the idea of watching your mates fuck each other made your body heat up. So you nodded, getting a kiss on the cheek from each of your mates before they made their way to the bed. After taking a sip of the ice cold water, you leaned back in the plushy chair.

Nesta knelt on the bed, her long locks cascading down her back as she looked up at Eris. He stood before her at the edge of the bed like an altar she was worshipping, his lean muscles illuminated by the moon. He bent down and kissed Nesta as if she contained the last molecules of air left in this universe, his lips moulding into hers perfectly. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched her shoulders relax as she melted into his kiss. Desire began to build in you once again, just by watching your mates share a heated kiss.

With a shove on the shoulder, Eris pushed Nesta into the bed so she was laying down. He wasted no time crawling over her body and pressing heated kisses across her chest. As his mouth came to her nipple, Nesta moaned and wound a hand in the male’s red locks, arching her back into his touch. Your palms itched with the urge to go over there and help, but the soreness of your ass reminded you to stay in your seat.

“Fuck, these are gorgeous…” Eris murmured before switching to her other breast. He groaned into the mound of flesh as Nesta’s grip in his hair tightened, the animalistic sound echoing throughout the chamber.

Don’t touch yourself, you reminded yourself. No matter how hot the scene before you was, and despite the fact you normally loved being punished, you knew your mates were the type to only be so forgiving.

Grabbing one of Nesta’s long legs, Eris placed a kiss on the inside of her calf, working his way down. Nesta’s breathing shifted, her hips squirming to try and meet his face, but the male swerved every time and kissed her thigh instead. More arousal pooled between your legs as you watched Nesta squirm beneath Eris.

“Please, Eris…” Nesta breathed, her cheeks red and eyes half closed with desire.

The red haired male stopped, his lips centimetres above her pussy. “Please what?”

“Please use your mouth on me…”

Nesta’s pleas made you whimper. All you wanted to do was go over there and satisfy her, to have her clamp her thighs around your head until the world crumbled into ash before you. Eris turned his head to face you, where you were gripping the arms of the chair. “See how she asked nicely?” He said to you, “Now she’s going to get what she wants. It’s that simple.”

His pale fingers gripped Nesta’s hips tightly, pinning them down to the mattress as he brought his face between her legs and began his work. Immediately, Nesta let out a loud moan – she was much more vocal than you, letting her noises out shamelessly as she was pinned down. After several minutes, Eris easily slid two fingers into Nesta, stretching her out yet still keeping her hips still with only one hand.

“Oh, fuck…” Nesta cried out as Eris curled his fingers inside her, one of her hands gripping the sheets while the other palmed her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed, and it was only minutes later when Eris pulled away. Nesta whined at the loss of contact, and he let out a growl, grabbing her leg and hitching it up against his waist. You watched with a slack jaw and clenched legs as Eris lined his cock up with Nesta’s entrance before slowly pushing it in.

Nesta’s face contorted, her eyes squeezing shut and mouth opening in pleasure as Eris pushed himself to the hilt. His head tilted back, and his jaw clenched with pleasure. You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hand so hard it almost bled, the sensation of watching your mates’ blissed out expressions almost overpowering.

Eris leaned over Nesta, one hand on her thigh keeping it up against his hip while the other planted itself beside her shoulder. It only took a few minutes for him to pound in and out of Nesta, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room and drowning out Nesta’s moans. Eris was fucking Nesta hard, her toes visible curling with each thrust.

As Nesta’s legs began to tremble not ten minutes later, Eris slowed down his thrusts, making her whine. He turned his head towards you, a devilish grin on face. “So, my dear,” he said to you. “Do you think Nesta deserves to cum?”

Surprise flickered in you, and seemingly in Nesta too, for she turned her head sharply to look at you with wide eyes as Eris’s hand rubbed her clit. “P…please…” she begged you, desperation written all across your face.

You were torn in two. You wanted nothing more than to see Nesta cum, to watch her writhe underneath Eris as she rode out a blissful high. But the sinister part of you wanted to show her that you weren’t the only one who could take charge.

After a minute, you came to your decision. “No.”

“What?!” Nesta sputtered angrily as Eris pulled out of her, chuckling. Her hair was stuck to her face, her lips swollen from kissing and her cheeks red. Her grey eyes shot you a furious glare.

“That’s my devilish little fox,” Eris purred, beckoning you over with a finger. “You took your punishment very well, and I think it’s time for a reward.”

“Please,” you begged pathetically as you laid down on the bed beside Nesta, desperate for any physical contact.

Sensing that, Eris gave you a quick kiss before grabbing your hips and spreading your legs with his knees. You were so soaking wet that after checking your comfort with two fingers, Eris lined himself up with your entrance and slammed into you with ease. The breath was knocked out of your lungs at the impact, the delicious stinging pain of the stretch quickly melting into pleasure as it had with the spanks. He gave you no time to adjust before pounding into you, his soft grunts filling the air.

Beside you, Nesta sat up, a playful look in her eyes replacing the furious one. She grabbed your hair just as Eris had, forcing you to look at her. “Since you decided to be a brat and not let me finish after I was so nice to you, I’m going to sit on that pretty face of yours to shut you up and use you to finish myself off. Got it?”

About to burst with happiness that your plan worked, you nodded eagerly, shifting your shoulders to get more comfortable. Seeing the smugness on your face, Nesta rolled her eyes but released her hair, spinning her hips to face Eris. She then swung her leg over your face, leaning forward to place her hands on your breasts and play with them as she lowered herself down.

You moaned into her pussy, tasting the mixture of her and Eris on your tongue, eagerly lapping it up. You used the tip of your tongue to flick her clit, making her legs twitch around your head. Repeating patterns of licking and sucking, you gripped Nesta’s hips tightly as she grinded herself into your face.

Eris’s thrusts had somehow gotten more powerful, making you whimper into Nesta. Your wife let out a moan at the vibration, then Eris’s fingers found your clit. You were oversensitive, and as a result moaned repeatedly between Nesta’s thighs. Her legs began to shake around you, her hands squeezing your breasts as she panted, “Can I please cum?”

“Yes.” Eris grunted, his own thrusts getting sloppier as he chased his own release. Seconds later, Nesta moaned wantonly, her legs clenching your head and shaking like an earthquake as you sucked on her clit, drawing out her release. She cried out, her orgasm wracking her body as she grinded her hips into your face even more. You happily took it, whimpering as her moans spurred both you and Eris on towards your own release.

As Nesta dragged her trembling self off of your body, she flopped down beside you. Her fingers quickly took Eris’s hand’s place at your clit, rubbing back and forth harshly. You nearly screamed at the sudden pressure, white hot pleasure pooling in your gut ready to burst.

“Come for me, my love,” Nesta purred in your ear.

That was all it took to send you over the edge. Your muscles clenched as your release shot through you, and you gasped with the sudden wave of pleasure. Nesta murmured praises in your ear as you rode your high, and Eris let out a growling moan as his hips sputtered, your clenching around his cock spurring on his orgasm. You cried out as his cum shot into you, the sensation almost overwhelming and prolonging your high.

Finally, the ironclad grip on your hips released and Eris slowly pulled himself out of you. Your legs twitched, all three of you panting in an attempt to catch your breath. Deep down, you felt whole, as if the mating bond had somehow grown even stronger since before the wedding. It was as if a piece of you had been missing before you met Nesta and Eris, and they were slowly filling that void with pieces of their own.

“Does anyone fancy joining me for a shower? I’ll have someone deliver our favourite snacks afterwards,” Eris asked, standing up and holding his hands out for you and Nesta. Eagerly, you both took his extended hands and headed towards the newly built bathing room.

As the three of you stood under the multiple shower heads, tenderly washing each other when needed, you felt happy tears prick your eyes. The Nesta you met six months ago was a shell of herself, angry, with walls as high as Ramiel that refused to be crumbled by anyone. She was an object in another male’s court, a pawn in the games he played. An aggressive animal that was to be locked in a cage and only lured out when they had use for her. That Nesta never would have let anyone wash her hair, or cuddle beside her in bed. The Nesta standing beneath the shower with you was a changed female, one who knew her value and was now finally free to make her own choices without threats being made at every corner. She laughed freely, smiled more often, and the life had returned to her eyes.

Eris was a male who you never thought would tenderly kiss your forehead, or kneel before you to help you wash your legs. To be raised in an environment as harsh as Beron’s shadow, you knew how lucky you truly were that his heart stayed good. No matter how often he would deny it, you knew he was a good male.

And so all of the horrors you had faced in the last six months washed away with your happy tears in the shower, your wife and your husband beside you to hold you up no matter what.

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 year ago

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Remember Me? (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I promise feyfey is going to leave rhysie. i promise. she just needs a lil bit of time to think things through.

also, im thinking of making the next chapter feyre's pov, and that is why this part was short 😅

Anyways, dont kill me please, and enjoy!

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Y/n watched as Feyre trembled, her hands wrapped around the small paper cup, the melting ice cream now all but a milkshake.

She seemed to be deep in thought, and her trembling increased. Y/n hoped it was a tremble of rage and not despair.

It was just Feyre and Y/n at the table, Eris having taken the two little boys with him to another table so they could have, as they called it, boys time.

Just the thought threatened to make Y/n smile.

But she suppressed it, as it really was not a good time to laugh. Because her friend next to her was quite literally having a mental breakdown.

But still, she decided to peek at where the three males were sitting near the back of the shop while waiting for Feyre to collect her thoughts, and it became harder to suppress that smile.

There, she found the two little boys gesturing wildly with their hands, their faces covered with the ice cream, and Eris laughed, a quiet joy in his face. He reached out to wipe a little bit of ice cream from Nyx's face, nodding to something the younger boy said.

Then, as if feeling her gaze on him, he looked up.

The world ceased to exist around Y/n as she met his eyes. The sounds or people around her didn't matter, for some reason.

Eris was as still as the wall behind him, and he barely seemed to breathe.

But then Y/n felt a touch on her hand, and she jolted, looking away from Eris as the outside world came back into focus.

Her cheeks burned as she met the watery eyes of Feyre.

"Are you listening?" Feyre sniffed.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Oh. I am so sorry. I zoned out. Can you repeat what you said?"

She sniffed again. "I- I don't know if I can leave him..."

Y/n stiffened. "Why not?"

Feyre's eyes floated towards the back, where Nyx was sat with Fin and Eris. "He... he needs his father."

"He needs no one other than you Feyre. You are his mother."

She nodded slightly, her eyes not once straying from her son. "I know... but he knows who his father is, unlike Fin. He will question me about why we are leaving his papa. I don't think I'll be able to leave Rhys. He is the one that pays me, and despite having my own money... I'm not sure I can use my money outside of night court. Where will I go?"

Y/n's heart clenched at the sheer pain etched across the high lady of night court. "Feyre... you can come with us." Y/n offered. "Fin and I will obviously live all alone. You can live with us."

Feyre shook her head ruefully. "I can't leave him Y/n, especially not on such a short notice."

Y/n heaved a frustrated breath. "Feyre. Think about Nyx. If Rhysand was ready to throw you and Nyx away for an unclear future with a son he barely knew, them I'm really concerned for Nyx. You never know when Rhys decided he's done with you and kicks you out. His mental state is not the best at the moment."

A tear slipped out of Feyre's eyes, and she dropped her head into her hands. "I don't know what to do." She said, her voice muffled.

Y/n felt like she had somehow caused Feyre this pain, and she felt the need to take away that pain. And so she relented, stopped pestering Feyre to leave Rhys.

"Look Feyre, you are Nyx's mother. You know what's best for him. If you need time, then take some time. Think about this if you want. But leave him Feyre. He does not deserve you or Nyx. Also, if you're worried about funds..."

Y/n could not offer to take up the high lady's expenses, because it was hard enough earning and spending for her own son. She didn't have the resources to help another person. But she also could not leave her friend and, essentially, her son's brother, here.

"If you are worried about the funds, then I am sure we can figure something out. We can take up jobs, or maybe we can sell your paintings."

Feyre met Y/n's eyes, tears shining in them.

"I need time." She stated simply. She sniffed once, pulling out a piece of cloth from her bag and wiping her face on it as she stood. Y/n watched Feyre helplessly, knowing she didn't have much time because the sun was beginning to set and Eris had to get out of night court soon.

Y/n stood as well, her hand snapping out to catch Feyre's.

"I can't force you to come with us but... I beg you Feyre. Think about this. And when you are ready, write to me. I will ask Eris to make arrangements for your safe travel to autumn court."

Feyre just nodded, blinking away a fresh wave of tears as she brought Y/n into a quick hug, then walked away, calling out to Nyx. The little boy turned to his mom with a small pout on his face, but then whatever he saw on her face had him bidding Fin and Eris goodbye.

He waddled over to his mother, waving to Y/n as he reached up to clutch Feyre's hand in his tinier one.

Y/n watched the two of them go, despair brewing in her stomach.

"It's time."

She glanced at Eris, who smiled sadly at her.

Y/n nodded, turnng back to catch a glimpse of her fried and her son.

But they were gone.

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Part 9

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ohdearlingwhathappened · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3 Kid x Reader x Killer- And then there were two

Chapter 3- Is that all this was

Content Warning: Angst, Hurt no comfort, there will eventually be comfort- you just ain't gonna find it here, Kid is a warning himself soooo

Chapter 1- Is that all this was?, Chapter 2

I am so sorry for how long this took me. I was recently in a car accident, and with college starting back up and my new job, I think my brain was pretty much melted. I'm hoping I'll be able to get back into a normal writing schedule, so fingers crossed. In the meantime- Enjoy the new Chapter!

A bright light streaming in from Kid’s cabin window found its mark on his face, bringing him out of his less than restful sleep. The man brings his arm over his face, not ready to go out and start his day, but it seems his movement and the sound of the bustling crew up above was enough to draw him even further away from sleep’s alluring grasp.

Groaning out a small string of expletives, the arm covering his face lowers and drags the hand down his face. Waking up alone made the whole ‘waking up' thing a lot harder than he remembered it being- he was much more used to slinging an arm over another body to stall or having one of two people gently rousing him. This morning’s experience just adds yet another drop of regret for Kid’s words from yesterday.

Regardless of his difficulty getting out of the bed, Kid forces himself to roll out of bed- quite literally- and gets dressed for the day. Now that he was a little more aware of his surroundings, the fact that enough of his crew was on deck to cause a bit of commotion gave him some pause. They have been at the safehouse for a couple of days now, so Kid is a little surprised more people aren’t on the shore celebrating being on land again.

Going up the stairs to get to the main deck, Kid opens up the door only to bump into the last person who would want to see him at the moment. “Ah… Good morning, Captain. I take it you slept well since it’s well past noon, and this is the first anyone has seen of you today.” The tone was unfamiliar and- while not cold- it wasn’t exactly a warm greeting either.

“I actually slept like shit. Couldn’t get comfortable with all the room I’m not used to.” Kid grunts out with a hint of defensiveness, refusing to look away, no matter how much he wants to. Y/n’s shoulders tensed and they clenched their jaw.

“Well, not to worry, Captain. I’m sure you’ll be able to get someone to warm your bed soon enough. If you’re lucky, they won’t jump to any unsavory conclusions.” Never afraid to get to the point and be cutthroat about it- there’s a reason why Y/n fit in with the Kid Pirates so well. The sardonic smile loosely held on their face and biting tone would make just about anyone flinch, and though it was brief and minute, Kid was no exception.

“Y/n-”

“Now, if you’d be oh so kind to get out of my way, I have more duties to fulfill to do my part on this ship. After all, I haven’t proven myself to be worthy of this crew yet, right?” With that, they push past the broad-shouldered man and begin to make their way downstairs. Until, that is, a hand wraps around their bicep to stop them.

“Would you let me speak, Damnit?!”

“I think you said enough yesterday, Eustass.” Y/n’s tone was now frigid, leaving no room for argument. “Besides, you have your ever-important alliance meeting soon- you don’t have time to chat with the likes of me.” With that, they yank their arm from Kid’s grasp and stomps downstairs, waiting until they know he isn’t going to follow to let the tears they’ve been fighting to finally glide down their face.

Kid, not expecting to have this kind of conversation with Y/n this soon, heaves out a sigh before steeling himself and walking out on deck. The crew appeared to be hard at work, cleaning the deck and making sure any valuables were being stocked away to be put under deck. Wire passes by his captain but stops once he sees the confused look on Kid’s face.

“Y/n thought it would be a good idea to clean up for our… guests. They’ve been a bit on edge- probably just nervous about the meeting with Apoo and Hawkins.” Once he finishes filling Kid in, Wire goes back to helping the rest of the crew out.

There are still a few more hours before the meeting was to begin, so Kid decided to help with a couple of boxes before going into the safe house to work on his side of the negotiations. Killer had helped him set up the parameters of the agreement, to start him off but has most likely left him to his devices after yesterday’s events. The massacre killer would most likely come around to notify him of the incoming ships and will probably stay throughout the meeting to ensure no bloodshed erupts from Kid’s less-than-appealing temper.

This alliance has to go well.

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“I can’t do it, Kil.” Y/n sighs, their head resting on his chest and arms wrapped loosely around his waist. “Everytime I look at him I feel like I’m going to implode. I’m so angry, but I love him and want to forgive him, but he hasn’t even said sorry. One second I want to punch him, the next I want to cry and have him comfort me… What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. You’re hurting.” Killer’s left hand is placed atop their head, his right is wrapped around the back of their shoulders, keeping them close.

“You were dragged into this, and I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have to feel like you need to pick sides between your par- whatever we all are.” Y/n cutting themself off from calling them lovers cut both of them. And despite having no more tears to shed, they hiccup- grieving the relationship that apparently never existed in the first place.

“Look at me-” Killer, holds their chin to bring their eyes to meet his mask, “I love you. You are my partner. And no matter what he says, Kid does too- his head is just too far up his own ass.”

It wasn’t the first time Killer had said he loved them, but it wasn’t a common occurrence and every time made Y/n smile.

“I love you too, Killer,” They took his mask-clad head in their hands and brought it down to place a kiss on his forehead, and then resting their own against his. “But I can’t stay. Not right now.”

Killer stiffened and breathed out a heavy sigh. “Where are you going to go?”

“I don’t know quite yet. I just need time and space away from him.”

Killer doesn’t respond. While he understands their need to go, he can’t help but to worry about their safety- this is the New World, not the South Blue. His hold tightens around Y/n, knowing this could be the last time he gets to do this for a while. “I get it. But please, be careful.”

“Don’t worry about me- I’ll be totally fine. Look, if his plans stay the same, you all should pass by Wano within the next month- and no matter what, I promise you to come back. Nothing will get in my way.”

The usually stoic man had a slight tremble to his frame, never loosening his grip around one of the two most important people in his life, despite feeling like they’re slipping through his fingers. “You better.”

“Promise me you’ll stay safe too.”

“I swear.”

“And make sure that moron doesn’t do anything stupid either. Ok?”

“That’s a big ask, little one, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Kil.”

With their conversation having come to an end, they both stand there, soaking in each others’ warmth and touch, for a few more moments before Y/n pulls away, kisses his mask once more, and makes their way out of the small cabin- leaving Killer alone, wondering how things could have gone this wrong in not even 48 hours.

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demonicdames · 1 year ago

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 8: Apologies Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

It all happened so fast, first Papa Terzo was on stage singing his heart out to the siblings and party goers and next, he was dragged off stage everyone was confused even the ghouls and ghoulettes, that was when Papa Nihil came out, and introduced himself, that was the night everyone had found out that Terzo was no longer Papa. It angered you to no end how could they do that to him!?, yeah Terzo wasn't the best guy and could be a downright dick and creep but to publicly humiliate him like that?.

Nihil watched his youngest son from the window above, Terzo had sought refuge in his brothers. With his elbows resting on both knees his face in his palms shoulders shaking, his Prime Mover on her knees in front of him consoling her dethroned Papa. "Sister- I hope you honestly know what you are doing." Nihil may not have been the best father but he did care for his boys seeing Terzo hurt like this... hurt his very soul.

"Yes Papa believe me I know what I'm doing, it -- it had to be done the fame unfortunately got to Terzo's head and the poor boy lost his way, lost the message we are to send out there of our Dark Lord." Lies, all were lies that slipped past that woman's lips, Imperator wore the mask of sorrow yet inside she was celebrating that her plan was being perfectly executed.

"Let everyone in the Ministry take a week off all of the siblings I'm sure must come to terms and accept what happened last night. "Of course Papa, I will make the announcement shortly."

Terzo held his head in his hands going over every concert, every step, every word, every moment what had he done wrong?, Did he not praise Lucifer enough? did he not invoke the sins of Lust and gluttony enough? Even Primo and Secondo were confused plus to make matters worse- it happened in front of his love and you, literally he had made sure you and his Prime Mover were in the front row and of course the rat. Terzo looked down at his Mover his hand creasing her cheek. "Please don't cry cara mia." Sniffling she laid her head back on his lap whispering apologies on behalf of the Clergy. "This is very strange," Primo muttered, Gemma was beside him her arm linked with his, her belly showing even more now. "Maybe.. because I did not produce an heir?." Sister Shelly looked up at her Papa fearing that it was her fault. "No- no no no darling no." Terzo cupped her face. "The only reason we did not produce an heir is simply because I was too busy trying to impress them, the followers and the fans."

That is when you came jogging up sympathy written all over your face. Your sudden appearance made Secondo stand a bit straighter, this was the first time he'd seen you since you were snatched away from him, and what a sight you were. The second oldest Emeritus had almost forgotten the curve of your hips, the swell of your ass and tits, how perfectly they were squeezed into your habit but most of all those lips and eyes. Lips he'd give anything to feel brush against his own again and wrap around his cock, to see the look of admiration, lust, and maybe even a little hint of love in those eyes when you both reached your bliss. His brother's woes were forgotten for a moment as his hetero chromatic eyes looked you up and down Primo caught his little brother's gaze and elbowed the man. "Stronzo," Secondo whispered under his breath his attention finally coming back to his brother when Sister Shelly cleared her throat.

"Brothers, Sister I'm going to take mi amore back to our room to relax keep yourselves out of trouble until we can get to the bottom of this." The Sister spoke as she rose from the ground, Terzo looking up at her with teary thankful eyes. "Grazie amore," he muttered getting up when his Mover gave his arm a little tug a soft kiss shared between them. "Ti amo così tanto tesoro." Shelly purred to her wounded man walking him away. You watched the two as they headed off, you did feel bad for Terzo being yanked off the stage like that it wasn't until now that you realized that left you with Primo, Gemma, and - your attention turned to Secondo who wouldn't hide the fact he was looking at you, studying you the intense look made your cheeks warm up. "Come the both of you can help us." Primo waved his hand between the two of you. Both you and Secondo opened your mouth but closed it Primo was Secondo's older brother and you were Sister Gemma's helper. Returning to Primo and Gemma's home, both brothers slipped their Papal robes off, hanging them up, wearing black dress shirts, pants, belts, and shoes under them the two almost matching if it wasn't for Secondo's gloves and watch. Freezing in your place you watched as Secondo rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, having not been with him for the last couple of weeks you noticed a few little things, a few little things that had a big impact on you mostly between your legs. You noticed the veins that laced up his arm, the top of his forearm slightly darker than the bottom, and the thin layer of hair that covered his arm. You could recall those nights when those arms were around you, holding you down that gloved hand around your throat the Emeritus looked up catching you looking at him for a split second your gaze being adverted quickly your cheeks burning. Primo and Gemma exchanged looks they knew exactly when they were doing the old ones Prime Mover handed him two dry rigatonis.

"Fratello, could you do me a favor?" Primo asked Secondo walking over to him. "I have this kink in my back could you get it out? like when we were younger?." Secondo eyed his brother arching a brow. "Fratello at your age I will break you in half." Secondo protested but of course, as expected Secondo gave in, turning around Primo made sure you saw the dry noodles go into his mouth, crunching down on them when Secondo picked his older brother up who withered in fake pain Secondo looking as if he was about to shit bricks. "Mi dispiace mi dispiace mi dispiace I told you fratello!." Secondo huffed as Primo made his way to the couch with your help and Gemma's even you had faked looking shocked. "Va bene va bene va bene va bene." Primo rested on the couch with a sigh .

"Fratello could you and our lovely sorella stick around for a little while, until I feel a little bit better, sì?." The older Emeritus asked getting a nod from Secondo. "Perfetto grazie fratello! and sorella, would you two make lunch?." Primo asked as Gemma sat beside her husband on the edge of the couch, his hand moving to rest on his Movers thigh. Before Secondo would say a word you answered for the both of you. "We'll get right on it Papa Primo." Your hand taking hold of Secondo's and dragging him into the kitchen, it must have been a hilarious sight little you tugging that tower of a man into the kitchen. "I can't cook..." Secondo whispered harshly to you sure in his past Primo tried to teach him but he never paid attention always having the siblings do it, you could see the turmoil in his eyes making you giggle your hand gently patting at the man's chest. "Don't worry, I'll help you." Secondo made a face but agreed as long as he could spend time with you. It wasn't long before the kitchen was filled with giggles and hushed chuckles the radio was turned on low to not disturb the love birds in the other room, you've never seen Secondo so relaxed- well when sex wasn't involved. Taking your hand in his own the man swayed you around the kitchen in a little dance that had you giggling up a storm as he twirled you away from himself only to pull you right back bumping right into his chest. He was smiling- sweet Lucifer below he was smiling you stayed like that for a good few minutes just staring and memorizing each other. The song on the radio changed to a much slower one, without taking his eyes off of yours Secondo took your hand in his the other resting on your lower back while your free hand took purchase on the Emeritus's shoulder. body-to-body slow dancing in the kitchen. Secondo leaned in his lips gently pressing against yours moving slowly causing soft smacks before deepening it, your lips moving together slowly.

You melted into each other your lips parting when his tongue poked them for entry you couldn't help the little whimper you gave as the Emeritus tongue searched and reclaimed your mouth as his own. His strong hands moved to your backside lifting you with ease like you weighed nothing, sitting you on the counter the kiss never breaking until you were settled, his skilled mouth traveling from your lips to your neck. He hated that the marks he had decorated your neck constantly were gone and that his scent didn't cling to you anymore. You moaned his name your head falling back as Secondo's lips moved feverishly over your skin maneuvering to the other side of your neck, his paint smearing off onto your skin pulling back the Emeritus looked down at you seeing his paint on you, paint and saliva mixed, a grin coming to his face. "I've missed this, seeing my paint on you, that clouded look in your eyes." You smiled up at him you wanted to be happy that you were there in his arms again but- the recent time away had also allowed you to think about things, about everything after today he would just walk the halls of the Abbey and Ministry like nothing happened or even get a new assistant if things went sour in the office. This was just the last pleasurable rodeo for him you didn't mean anything to him, did you? At least your brain told you so the only reason you had been sleeping with him in the first place was, as he put it 'co-workers with benefits'. You could feel the lump forming in your throat with each kiss Secondo placed on your skin each inch his fingers slid up your habit, your hand placed on his chest giving the man the smallest of pushes to cause him to stop and lean back. "Sorella what -?." "We shouldn't." you cut him off Secondo looking confused. "Why?." You had to think of something quickly not wanting to spill your heart out to your ex-boss. "We're in Primo's kitchen, can't do 'that' here." You forced a believable smile as Secondo seemed to remember that you both were in his older brother's kitchen. "Mi dispiace" Secondo spoke taking a step back and allowing you to slip from the counter the man chuckled making you turn and in your horror, there was a perfect sweat outline of your ass and pussy the mark giving away just how wet this damn man made you, cursing grabbing the cleaner and towel to take care of it your face flushed completely not able to look the Emeritus in the eyes.

Once you both had finished preparing lunch for Primo and Gemma, you checked her vitals writing down her blood pressure and sugar level everything came out perfect. When leaving you turned once more watching as Primo rested his face on his Prime Movers belly again a smile finding its way to yours. You remembered earlier in your work relationship with Secondo how you wished, dreamed that he'd take you as his Prime Mover or pop the question but it never happened your brain reminding you that you were worthless to him, you were just a paper pusher, your smile slowly vanished once the door was closed. Feeling arms snake around you, you turned quickly to face him. "Don't." You spoke cursing that your voice cracked. Secondo's brows furrowed his arms staying around you keeping you close. "Cara, what is wrong?, why do you push away your Papa?." You tried hard you did but even the strongest of walls sometimes crack. Swallowing against the lump in your throat you gently pulled his arms from around yourself stepping back. "Secondo, we... we can't, I can't..." Your voice trailed off Secondo whispered your name his hand moving to take purchase on your cheek however you blocked him from doing so. "Damn it just-." And then it all came out.

"I know I'm nothing more than a good fuck now and then Secondo, that's all I am to you in the beginning I didn't care sex was sex but now... now I.. I..I... I just can't!." You yelled turning and running from the Emeritus who reached out to grab you but missed by a hairline. He didn't move from that spot for a good moment he was shocked, is that what you thought? you thought you didn't mean anything to him? Just how long had you felt that way?

You had run blindly down the halls of the ministry weaving through siblings and Clergy members, your habit caught on your heel sending you falling to the floor a good-sized staircase followed, landing at the bottom you were dazed you swore you could hear voices, saying your name one of them sounding like Terzo before your eyes rolled and darkness took you.

When you came to you found yourself tucked into a plush bed covered with equally plush black and purple blankets. "Where..." Your voice croaked as your vision cleared a wet cloth patting your face, it was Terzo. "Terzo..?" You asked the man was dressed in a purple robe. "Shhh cara mia, you took quite the fall." You noticed three other forms there as well Omega, Alpha, and Divine who plopped in Omega's lap all three having worried looks on their faces.

"What happened?." You asked sitting up Terzo opened his mouth to speak but the ghoulette beat him to it. "We were fucking and you came tumbling down the steps." "Divine!" the two ghouls spoke sternly and Terzo squeaked. "What?!, that's what we were doing don't come at me." The ghoulette huffed wiggling from Omega's arms to stretch out beside you on the bed in a feline-like manner the ghoulettes head coming to rest on your belly your hand settling on the female's head gently petting through her raven locks your lips turning to a smile as the ghoulette began purring, they were like cats and dogs. "But yes." The Emeritus started. "You came tumbling down the steps with tear streaks, what happened little dove?." It threw you for a loop how Terzo could sometimes be so obnoxious but other times like these he was sweeter than sugar. "I'd- rather not talk about it." Before they could question you again your attention turned to the Emeritus sitting by you. "How about you Terzo? how are you holding up?." A pained look came to his face.

"I'm... I'm -." Omega reached over placing a clawed hand on his lover's shoulder giving the Emeritus a reassuring squeeze. "I'm managing principessa." You smiled up at him before looking around the dark room. "Where is this place anyway?." "An old ghoul den that was used back in Primo's time it was abandoned not long after Secondo took over as Papa," Alpha explained "It's the only place we all can be together and not get weird looks," Divine explained her tail wrapping around Alpha's thigh. " Or jealous ones." Omega threw in. "Ahh, so you three and Sister Shelly are poly?." Terzo nodded to you. " First it was I and my Prime Mover then Omega later Alpha came in followed by Divine a few years after." The Ghouls and Ghoulette nodded at their Papa's words.

"Now sorellina, why were you running with tear-stained eyes?." The Emeritus asked. "Was it Secondo? I can smell him on you." Omega piped in. "No no no, everything is fine it was-."... Damn it think!... "Pre-period mood swings." It wasn't too big of a lie considering your flow would start soon, after being the victim of an Emeritus Ghoul and Ghoulette snuggle party you were finally allowed to leave and promising not to tell anyone of their little love nest. You now understood why Terzo always loved to lay with his ghouls and ghoulettes you felt rejuvenated. Maybe you overreacted with Secondo you did go along with most of his movements and even drew him in perhaps it was best to apologize. Lost in your thoughts you didn't see the Cardinal coming your way until you collided with each other both falling to the ground.

"M-Mi dispiace! mi dispiace s-sorella!." Copia stammered grabbing his biretta from the floor the Cardinal quickly moved to help you up uttering apology after apology dusting you off. "It's okay it's okay it's -." You grasped both his gloved hands in yours making him look at you. "It is okay Copia." You offered him a warm smile which he returned, his already warm cheeks only grew warmer as you took his biretta placing it back atop his head. The Cardinal did have such a sweet face and that adorable little mustache that your thumbs smoothed over. Copia fought the urge to part his lips at your touch it was so intoxicating, and your touch only seemed to grow even more intoxicating after the night you two had spent together. "Where are you going in such a hurry anyway?." You asked his hands coming up to rest in front of himself wringing them together. " Eh, oh I was on my way too ah, talk to Sister and Papa Nihil about something with the Ghost Project." "Then I won't keep you I know how Sister is when you keep her waiting." You chuckled. "Ciao Cardinal." "Ciao sorella!."

Finding yourself in front of Secondo's office door you straightened your habit making yourself look presentable, going to knock you jumped as the door opened the Emeritus stood before you a moment of silence before you both spoke in unison. "I need to talk to you." "But not here," Secondo added. "At my place." To which you nodded in agreement. When you walked into his room his scent smacked you like a ton of bricks the same scent that used to cling to your clothes, skin, and hair it still made your core throb. Secondo watched you as you sauntered around the room for him it was the first time that home felt like home again. "Sorella what I wanted to say-." "Wait, wait Secondo may I go first per favore?." "Sì."

"I... I'm sorry for earlier I had a lot on my mind worries, and doubts, and I shouldn't have said any of that or gotten upset with you." "No tesoro, I should be the one apologizing for making you feel that way, I am...ah.., not good at expressing emotion." Secondo took both your hands in his your name whispered past his lips. "You mean more to me than you will ever know...." He looked like he was struggling to find the words his brows furrowed in frustration his mouth opening but closing several times when the words didn't seem to fit. "Cazzo, ti voglio bene!!."

He finally blurted out his grip on your hands tightening his angry gaze on the floor. You were shocked it took a few minutes for you to wrap your head around his words and to find yours, one hand leaving him to tilt his face up to look at you.

"Ti amo." You whispered the space between you being closed pulling him into a soft kiss your lips moved slowly against each other as he hoisted you up so your legs could wrap around his hips the kiss breaking, staring into each other's half-lidded eyes the tips of your noses bumping before slipping into another kiss carrying you to his bedroom.

*Cazzo, ti voglio bene!: For fucks sake, I love you!*

Make-up sex in next chap Ꮚ˃ꈊºᏊ Also fun fact 'Sister Shelly' Was just a place holder name to begin with but now she's stuck wit her man. Tag List: Please comment or message if you want to be tagged for future chapters! @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

#Papa Emeritus I #Papa Emeritus 1 #Papa Emeritus II #Papa Emeritus 2 #copia #cardinal copia #Papa Emeritus II x Reader #Copia x Reader #Copia x F!Reader #Papa Emeritus 2 x Reader #Papa Emeritus 2 x F!Reader #GhostAU #Ghost #the band ghost #Papa Emeritus III #Papa Emeritus 3

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sarascamander · 7 months ago

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I need to rant somewhere and here's the thing, holy fuck Holloway and Jack are ADORABLE. I'm just in chapter 5 of the second book and they already get me giggling and kicking my feet just by being themselves. I'm smiling like an idiot in public. I'm humiliated! Damn them.

1) their banter is EVERYTHING. They fought like a married couple I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. They banter so smoothly and sometimes out of topic that they forget the first topic and it's always about something so domestic like the state of Jack's room and Holloway's quirk. THEY'RE SO CUTE.

2) The communication *chef fucking kiss*. Communication is their strongest suit, honestly the other miscommunication trope can go fuck off. They tell each other when they're upset or angry and try to solve it now and here. It wasn't always easy but they always talked to each other about their feelings and other stuff. Like when H was following Jack and Aston. They laid out their feelings and sorted it out and it's SO SATISFYING. They know each other so damn well.

“Did you lie to me?” I asked.

His answer took a long time: the ticking of the snow against the windshield, the hiss of the heater, the engine’s purr. “No.”

“Did you think about it?”

He took even longer. “Yes.”

I nodded. “Could you have gotten away with it?

"Of course.” Then he shifted in his seat. Some of the Ivy League part had come loose and tumbled across his forehead. His voice held a faint note of chagrin as he added, “Until you asked me. I find it difficult to…prevaricate. With you.”

“What every boy dreams of hearing.”

3) Ariana is a cool girl and smart and really an angel who knows her worth. I like her and she deserves the World but for god sake please break up with Jack. He belongs to Holloway, please Ariana, you must see that. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

4) Jack is the best character ever. His sarcasm, his wit, his kindness, his patience — god, this guy is perfectly flawed and I love his broke ass. And I want to wrap Holloway in a fluffy blanket and hug him to death. He's adorable!!!!

5) Jack adored H so MUCH IT'S FREAKING ADORABLE. He noticed every one of H's habit and sometimes just drifted to the most romantic sweetest paragraph about how beautiful H is. LIKE STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF WITH HOW MUCH YOU'RE IN LOVE. I kid you not. I fucking love it. For example:

He (Holloway) made a frustrated noise. Then he smiled. The expression was a little stiff; he wasn’t used to doing it, and it was another of those things that he was self-conscious about. I’d read about people who get up at two or three in the morning—on vacation, no less, when they’re in Hawaii—and then they drive hours and hours, and all of it is to see the sunrise from this one specific spot, and I thought, Come to Utah if you want something worth your time.

For context, they are in Utah. Jack basically implies that H's smile is prettier than sunrise goddamn it!

6) Jack is basically 90% of Holloway's impulse control. And that's saying something since Jack doesn't even have an impulse control himself. He'll be like "you need to eat, H" and "when is the last time you sleep, H?"and "how much of Addie did you take?" And all that stuff but the next scene show Jack literally smashed at a party and almost got beaten up.

7) Jack's narrative is the funniest, I swear

Detective Rivera, one of the Utah County Sheriff’s Department’s finest and my personal law-enforcement nemesis (if he could still be a nemesis after he bought me McDonald’s), was sitting on the sofa, sending a message on his phone.

8. Jack is so proud of H whenever he did butchy thing — like, he love his asshole 😭😭

“I’ll tell him it’s a sex thing.” “Good,” Holmes said. “He’ll be pleased that all your hours of mindless pornography are finally paying dividends.” My jaw legit dropped. “H!” “Desk, please.” “That was so amazingly bitchy.” “Desk.” “And, like, also kind of evil. Which I loved.”

9. Are you fucking kidding me?

He sat there in silhouette, head down. I knew the curve of his spine. I knew the span of his shoulders. Anywhere, I thought. I could be anywhere and know you

10. The fact that every single guy in Holmes' life let him down and hurt him one way or another and Jack is the only one who cherished him 😭😭

#holloway holmes #jack moreno

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hihopelessromantics · 1 year ago

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OOOH! Definitely interested in your wips. Would love to hear more about these in particular (whichever one(s) you feel like sharing)

(also yes definitely still happily stuck inside this fandom bubble)

will indulge!!! (This is long but it's good to organize my thoughts lol)

I straight up forgot to put the name of this one lol. Meliodas doing dangerous antics is part of my Through the Wall sequel fic, called "Stakeout" which is the one where I have him cooking. I tried to mix in some humor with the angst here. It's basically Stigma Meliodas if Nakaba didn't nerf his intellegence. This one, I'll be feeding you guys soon!! Because I plan to try to finish Through the Wall this Thanksgiving Break, since I started it last thanksgiving break (ambitious I know, but imagine the poetism if I pull it off!) and Stakeout is farther along in its completion than that one. Stakeout is about Meliodas looking out for the TC and his brother from the opposite of the war. The first part is him deciding to try to get them dinner after seeing how worn-down they are, and the second . . . well, he can't exactly leave Zeldris to watch over both the Vampire and Demon Realms all by his lonesome, right? I'm actually really excited for you and @7-ratsinatrenchcoat to see this one in particular when it's finished because I tried to channel the melizabeth energy I liked in your work

This one is named such not cause I wanna name it something bulky (it has a better name! that's the exclusive lore lol) but I'm commited not to spoiling the plot twists in this one. This is gonna be my main gift to this fandom, a spiced up psychological horror rewrite of the whole show with original elizabeths and original adventures for the first and second season (that one is a backstory with Liz!) Plot point collaboration welcome. A bunch of season one, and the plot tiwsts, I made with my good friend zeldriszezinho, and I'm pretty antsy and excited to finally get around to it and present him with the result of our hard work, haha. I actually have a lot of senarios planned both in detail and loosely, just not written down. I'm currently procrastinating on Season 1 Pt. 2 because it's literally 5 or so arcs of content, one for all the sins, and uh. mental energy. So I'm trying to finish up a lot of small projects first just so my mind isn't everywhere. I can't remember if you've seen what I've posted on it so far but here's the masterpost and season one part one! It's on tumblr too! but I went ahead and pressed the space bar like 4 times every indent so it would be normally formatted on A03 sooooo https://archiveofourown.org/works/48567730 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611485/chapters/122618557

3. Ironically, think Rings was another one inspired by you - it's old, almost 8 months by now, and the only reason I haven't published it yet is the second ellie spiraled out of control into her own adventure and I haven't had the time because I've been word vomiting so many other projects into existence. it's half meme format, half usual writing. The second ellie's meme story is complete and the third's just needs its wrapping up of its actual plot, which is simple: an arrogant man thinks his bride is secretly a nutcase, but feels pressured into marrying her because medival times, because she's a sweet and intellegent woman running an orphanage all by herself, and technically he can't do better, and because it would look disasterously on the both of them and destroy his carefully crafted persona if they somehow couldn't make this community-arranged marriage work. So he's "putting up with her quirks." Including the ancient what-looks-like-wedding-rings she wears around her neck, and the fact she genuinely thinks her one-that-got-away lover sold a prized possession to demons. (the significance of these rings is in the stories of the previous two elizabeths). Well. Actually. He steals them while she's distracted with wedding planning. It doesn't go well for him from there.

Let me know your opinion: should I try finishing the third ellie and then publishing it? I can always go back and make a full story out of "purple ring" ellie + friends later.

Basically, the purple ring's story is as thus: Meliodas decides he needs to rest, "REALLY rest", since his emotional stress is beginning to affect his demon biology in a bad way, and voluntarily coma-tizes himself for a while. He wakes some time later only to find out Elizabeth and her new 'family' have been considering him as their good luck charm. (Maybe even more than one Elizabeth has passed by now. Probably the apothecary he visits figures out what Meliodas meant to do and goes to fetch him, too late, and looks after him . . . see, that could be a whole OTHER story in itself. anyway.) He's a "good luck charm" because his demon aura has been disgusing the magical signature of her druid family, not that they've figured this out. Meliodas tries to get up and run away with an injured Ellie but surprise surprise he hasn't quite recovered from what his body and mind has been through, and the combination of that and the drugs has left him critcially weakened. He actually collapses falls down a small cliff with her. Ellie assures him they've gotten far enough to shake off the people who are searching for her, that it's okay. Moreover, she understands more or less what he's going through, since she lost her leg a while back. They reuinte with Ellie's little "siblings," druid children the family has rescued along their journey.

Later ~ the main organizers of their group are shocked to return to their isolated cabin to find that not only have all the children survived the winter, and possible clashes with whoever's been hunting them for decades, but there's one extra child! And a talking cow. (I haven't decided whether some of these people are semi-antagonsists.) Meliodas's condition never improves (angst angst <3) but he takes up the task of looking after the kids alongside Elizabeth anyway- especially when she and the others are gone, working or otherwise. Oftentimes he and the spunky talking cow go on adventures in the forest or in town, collecting herbs or materials for crafts and toys. She carries him, Hawk-style. I can't remember her name but it was a silly one, and he saves her life once with his wings. He's also fought away intruders once while the 'adults' weren't home with Full Counter, being able to stand for long enough to use it before collapsing.

In this iteration, Meliodas recieves his ring from his new 'siblings' as they say that "it's the same color as the magic you used to protect us." Referring to the times he's used his demon magic around the house, and, unknowingly, to the fact his very presence has been the only thing keeping them safe from raiders on more than one occasion. Throughout it all Meliodas struggles with having to be the one cared for for once, and not being able to be the muscle of this group that so clearly would benefit from him being his 'usual' self. While his siblings think he's a genuine gift from God, and are more than happy to look after him as he does them, trading stories between them and cuddling up like he truly belongs, adult members of the family never take a shine to him and resent him somewhat, even perrfering when he was comatose. There's more (and more angst) but I should probably say less.

4. (TW: this one gets DARK with the demon brothers angst) modern fantasy ireland boarding school au" is actually another gift for @gh0stofyesterday, who can't escape me, from back in like feburary or something lol. It's an angsty modern-day genderqueer demon brothers and genderqueer elizabeth. Basically Meliodas tricks his snooty father into letting him and his brother (who's not technically old enough but academically girlboss yourself outta that condundrum zeldris) go to boarding school in his deceased mother's home country, where Meliodas plans to study interior design (he's gonna design the boar hat himself <3) and, against his father's wishes, join the gymnastic team. Little does he know that his online friends in his tween gymnastics discord server or whatever (The TC) are also going to end up there. ( I have the scene where they realize he's not the snooty daughter of the DK ceo and actually their Captain planned out already actually. they realize it when he beats the snot out of some guy that chases zeldris through the gymnasium lol).

Other plot points include! Elizabeth and Meliodas have a secret online romance as "Study buddies" and plan to perform a ceremony to use whatever their magic is unsealed to share a bit of that magic with each other, as a kind of marriage ceremony (peak 14 year old romance lol). Meliodas and Zeldris learn (originally Irish) sign language in order to communicate without their father snooping. Cusack and Chandler deal with being technical slaves to the Demon King and attempt to parent their protegees in more important ways than teaching them fencing, keeping their secrets, and buying them things. Gelda explains she never cuddles with her sisters for emotional support, Zel and Mel feel sorry for her . . . then figure out they are touch-starved and probably need therapy for that too. Hot springs date. Zel discovers Mel has been cuddling him while laying on his side specifically because there are fresh child abuse wounds across his back. Meliodas commandeers his gymnastics coach's coaching authority and starts an underground fencing ring upon being told he can't do that (we go to school in a castle! c'mon!). Zeldris tries to deal with a ginger-haired kid who seems equally hellbent on being his friend as he is his school rival. Depending on how dark I'm gonna make this, you might even get to see a prolouge where Zeldris forgoes a plan to murder - suicide his brother following his mother's funeral after meeting a small Gelda at the playground. Oh, and the DK having to fidgit uncomfortably in court. This one is basically a for-fun daydream, but a pal volunteed to beta it for me so it will eventually get written up for you all!

#this is fun!#can you tell I take notes when I read y'alls angst?#rings includes a pretty sweet meliodas death scene but I should probabaly like shut up and actually write and not just talk about it cause #my summaries aren't as good as the real thing i think #and are five hundred pages long. you should see what my english teachers have had to put up with.#book report? yes sir here's three thousand words what do you mean that's too long WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO LEAVE OUT THE IMPORTANT STUFF #beginning to think a little horror goes into everything I write but. i mean. spice. plus everyone clearly loves torturing these characters #what's more torturous than not being able to protect the ones you love cause you c a n ' t #it's three am and I'm wondering how I got so obsessed with these characters. Oops? anyway good writing practice

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thecheckeredchaser · 7 months ago

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Ch 2

Insured Gains

Chapter 3- Personally Interested

Jake walked over to Gibbs who was talking with Eric from the legal department. He shook both their hands and turned to his partner.

"We've done it again. Another successful quarter for the books. I think many will increase their investments," Morgan said, delighted.

"Well, it's exactly what I'd wanted." Eric had turned to observe the room while they chatted, and Jake was suddenly having Eric's elbow jammed into his middle. His brows furrowed, but he looked to where he was looking. The heavy set investor was filling a third container of sandwiches, which was a bit much, but at A&G an investor could kill an intern and get away with it.

"This guy can't help himself," Eric weakly joked.

"The investors make this company what it is. And the food is literally for them. You certainly shouldn't attempt to tease them while they are still here," Jake chided quietly. He glanced at Morgan, who seemed in full agreement. Jake also suspected he was a bit miffed that Eric should be surprised people would want to take his food home, fat or not.

"It's everyone's favorite, too," he added, proudly.

"Well, Jake you just want to not let it be your favorite like that. You might be asking him for his suits soon," Eric said, giving Jake a once over. Jake was taken aback for a moment. He was certainly not familiar enough with Eric for him to feel comfortable enough to say that to him, but his fumbling now was not making that clear. Gibbs cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"Andrews had just told you not to go after an investor, so you decide to go for an investor and an executive at the company that has made your job. I'm appalled Eric. Can you believe this ridiculousness Andrews," Gibbs said, turning to him. Jake shook his head.

"I was unsure of where he found the right myself. In the future be sure to withhold any personal suggestions unless requested. And do refrain from elbowing either of us or any boss you have in the future." Eric apologized and very quickly left, mortified. Jake turned to Gibbs, who had been so supportive.

"It was not appropriate. I bust your balls, and probably shouldn't, but we are partners. I'd like to think you would tell me if I was bothering you too bad. And I'm no idiot. I can see there are other things in your life going on. Who the hell is Eric? I said united front and meant it Jake."

"I appreciate that."

"Good one with the "boss in the future". Very foreboding. Now, I will gladly take some sandwiches home," he said, taking a to-go box. "Come on Jake, no need for chastity." He laughed at his own joke. Jake joined him in making a container and announced he'd make one for Alexis too. "What a smoke show she is, huh?" Gibbs commented.

"She is a beautiful woman," Jake said, trying not to blush over it. "And a great worker," he added, to resume professionalism. Gibbs cleared his throat and agreed, and then the gentleman parted ways, and Jake headed back to his office. When he got out the elevator to his floor, he was disappointed to see Alexis had gone. He went into his office and began organizing his debriefing notes into his files. He felt his phone buzz and saw he had a few messages from Alexis.

"Hope your meeting is going well."

"All orders are placed. Documents for signing in your basket." He checked the basket and saw several things for him to sign. She had been very busy.

"I'm heading out for coffee and a snack. Want anything for when you get out?"

And the most recent message. "I think I know you well enough." Jake busied himself with signing the documents and looked up when he heard the elevator doors open. Alexis came out and when her eyes met his, they lit up. She came into his office, after putting her purse down.

"How was the meeting?"

"Very successful, but dry. I'm sorry I wasn't getting back to you. I was more wrapped up in it than I thought I'd be."

"You are a working man. I didn't expect replies honestly." She put the bag she had been holding on his desk and handed him an iced coffee. Even though he hadn't experienced hunger at all that day, he reached in the bag.

"You really did not have to get me anything." He could feel his heart beat a little faster. He had been dying to be around her all day, and he was specifically interested in where they had left off. He pulled out a very large cupcake in a plastic clamshell container. "Oh wow. German chocolate. I absolutely love this kind. Did you get one for yourself? We could enjoy it together." She shook her head. "We can split it too. Obviously I don't have to have the whole thing."

"I am all set, but please you should enjoy it." She tucked a sliver of her butt on the edge of his desk and perched up on it.

"I have been eating all day and am still pretty full from lunch. It's probably best to save it for later." He looked up at Alexis, who looked like she wasn't buying it.

"You want it Jake. Eat it," she said simply. He opened it up, feeling a little sheepish about it.

"Thanks Alexis," he said, taking a bite and instantly getting whisked away by the flavors. He moaned and closed his eyes. He could hear Alexis move across the room toward him, behind his desk with him. He opened his eyes when her hands were on his shoulders and her hair started to fall beside his face as her hands reached down his chest. The smell of her shampoo captivated his senses.

"I have been thinking about you all day Jake," she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck. "You were so hot this morning, I've been replaying it in my head." Jake's skin crawled all over at her touch. His eyes darted to the elevator, nervous that anyone would exit onto their floor. He played through several scenarios, including his partner, the cleaning ladies, and even Eric coming to frantically apologize.

"Alexis hold on," he said, placing the cupcake down and putting his arms up in protest. She pulled away and moved to look at him. He pushed his chair back and put his hands on his thighs. She looked far more worried than he felt.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly.

"Please don't be sorry. I just need," he paused. He didn't know exactly what he needed, besides stopping. "I don't know what." He rubbed his thumbs on his temples. Alexis seemed to ease.

"Maybe we should slow down," she said calmly, making her way to the chair across from the desk. Jake sighed, relieved. He mentally was kicking himself for being too frazzled to just let things happen. She clearly took a risk by coming on strong, and he hoped she was considering trying again, later.

"I'm sorry," he said, embarrassed.

"You didn't just jump on your boss," Alexis said lightly, with a smile.

"I'm just worried we'll get caught. That would about end what I have left in my life," he said, sighing heavily, looking at his clasped hands. Alexis' soft delicate fingers came over on his own, their cool feeling soothing him. He looked up at her. "That sounded way sadder than I'd intended," he said, with a short laugh.

"I completely understand Jake. This is why you are the boss," she said with a wink, pulling her hands back and placing them on her knees. "I am honestly a little surprised at myself. Like what am I doing? I just feel kinda crazy about you I guess, and responsibility went right out the window." Jake felt himself blush.

"That's the most surprising part," he said, picking the cupcake up and taking a bite. Alexis' lips curled up in sync with her eyebrow.

"Why does that have to be surprising though?" she said, looking playfully annoyed. Jake smiled. She was funny. He unbuttoned his jacket and looked down at his belly. It pushed against the buttons of his gray button up and rested in his lap, puffed up from his filling day.

"I'm fat. That's one reason," he said, taking another bite of the cupcake. "You've noticed."

"Be surprised that I'm into fat guys all you want. You are very attractive to me." Her eyes washed over him, and he couldn't feel more exposed. She looked back into his eyes and smiled. "You have such a handsome face too," she whined.

"Okay, you don't have to lay it on that thick," he said.

"I'm not! Jake," she paused, looking bewildered. "I can't believe you said that." Jake smiled bashfully.

"Sorry. I don't handle compliments well. My wife had me trained to assume it was underhanded or insincere. I appreciate the kind words." She smiled victoriously. "But fat and old?" he said, squinting at her. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Jake. First, I don't even know how old you are. I assume 40ish, but I honestly don't care. You look fantastic."

"I'm 44," he said, eyeing her.

"I said what I said." He kept staring at her. "Oh. I'm 26." Jake raised his eyebrows.

"Wow. I guess I should feel flattered. But right now, I'm only feeling huge. I ate way too much today."

"Tell me all about it," she said leaning back in her chair. Jake told her about all the items he consumed throughout the day, not really focusing on how unusual a thing it was to report on. He realized as he told her that it was quite a lot within a few hours.

"I have no idea what is compelling me to finish this cupcake, but my stomach is so full right now."

"It's that appetite of yours," she replied, deep in fantasy. "You can eat Jake. That's for sure. And I'm completely entranced by that fact." Jake swallowed a mouthful of cupcake and took another bite, feeling Alexis' gaze intensify. "You look like you could use a belly rub, and I'd love to give you one."

"Typically I wouldn't want someone anywhere near me when I feel this full, but I'm not going to deny you the opportunity." He glanced at the window behind her. "Just uh, close the blinds." Alexis did as he asked and made her way back over to him, slowly.

"If you need me to stop, just tell me Jake." She knelt in front of him and spread her fingers across his belly, seeming to be sizing him up. She began to rub the sides and Jake softly moaned, surprised by himself.

"Feels good, huh? I can tell how stuffed you are." Jake was enjoying her touch too much to dig in on how she could know that just from touching him. There wasn't an inch of his stomach she wasn't massaging. He had never been comfortable with people touching his stomach, especially as he had been gaining weight. He had to keep any self consciousness away by reminding himself that Alexis offered to perform the act. She wanted to. Though he was a bit unsure at first, he wanted her to too. "You look so good with this little chubby belly Jake."

"Little?" Alexis looked at him like he was a complete fool to question the comment.

"You have a belly, but it's not that big."

"Feels big to me," he said, pushing the last of his treat in his mouth.

"I can only imagine why," she said playfully. She gave his belly a little poke. Jake burped long and grumbly.

"Ugh. Excuse me." Jake didn't love how slobbish he kept finding himself to be around Alexis, but she never seemed to mind.

"I bet your belly feels a little better now." He acknowledged that she was correct, but he felt no less embarrassed. He reached for the iced coffee and took a long drink. "You feel so nice in my hands," she said, gripping him.

"Well it feels nice on my end too. Really good actually." He finished the coffee and sighed. He was stuffed. Alexis drummed lightly on the side of his belly, and Jake found himself burping again, louder than before. He groaned, annoyed and relieved at the same time.

"What a cute little piggy," Alexis said, before he could say anything. She snorted at him, playfully and jiggled his belly. "You got another one in there," she said, pressing on every angle of his stomach. Jake was once again excited by the name calling. He was thoroughly embarrassed, but couldn't help but like her attention. Very unlike his wife, who in the last year, would get up and walk out the room, if any such bodily function would occur, typically calling him a disgusting pig. The extra movement from Alexis' hands pushed another big burp right out. "There you go. What a hot pig," she praised. "God, I could kiss you," she said, looking into his eyes. Jake's eyes went wide, as he didnt think the events elicited that response, but he was thinking the same thing. He pulled her in for a kiss, and found her kissing him back hungrily. He pulled her closer to him, forcing her to straddle his lap. She rhythmically bounced there, amplifying his excitement. If they didn't stop, Jake was confident he'd be unbuttoning his pants any second, which despite his raging erection, he knew he could not. He slowly and reluctantly broke off the kiss. Alexis got up off his lap and breathlessly leaned on his desk in front of him.

He smiled at her, completely taken by the moment. He rested his hand on her knee a moment and wiped his hand down his face. "Alexis," he began, with a sigh, "What are we getting into here?" He didn't want to make anything weird, but felt like clarity would be helpful. She shrugged with a goofy smile.

"I'm into you Jake. That's what I'm going off of."

"I'm into you too." He didn't know if she intended to have a quick fling with him or if she was looking for something serious. Considering he was still finalizing his divorce, he thought neither was probably best, but was thinking he wouldn't mind the latter.

"Let's just see what happens. I feel like if I say, "Jake, let's date," things will get ruined before they start. If you decide that's what you want to do later, let me know. For now I'm perfectly good with keeping, whatever this is, up and running."

"And what is this, anyway."

"Fat fetish and feeding kink stuff. I assumed you were familiar with it all, since you have been going along with it all." Alexis looked over at him, suspiciously. "You don't know what I'm talking about?"

"That's a fetish? I have never heard of that at all." Alexis looked embarrassed now, and she rarely seemed to be. "So you have been getting me all these treats for that reason." She looked like she was being sent to the gallows. Jake paused, trying a different approach. "All of which I appreciated. I guess I just thought you were nice."

"Oh man," she said.

"Listen, it's fine. If what we have been doing was something you're into, that works, because I was into it too."

"Jake I've been calling you a pig to your face, and you aren't even part of the community," she groaned. Jake felt his cheeks get warm. She looked at his flushed face and smiled. "Maybe you didn't mind that."

"It was new for me. I guess I liked it, surprisingly." Alexis looked at him curiously.

"There is so much more I could show you Jake. If you are interested." He was.

They decided to pack up and walk out together. Everyone else appeared to have already left the office. Once in the parking garage, Jake pulled Alexis in for another kiss and she pressed herself into him firmly and kissed him hard. They eventually pulled back and stared at each other. "See you tomorrow," she said.

"See you tomorrow." She started walking to her car and Jake watched her butt switch from side to side. "No treats tomorrow," he called after her. She spun around, walking backwards.

"Is that an order, Sir?" Jake smiled.

"No," he called back. He wondered what she'd bring.

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Hello dutchie! I've re-read your fics multiple times now and now I want to write my own! I have to ask: do you have any writing tips or advice about fanfic in general? I enjoy your pacing but I have no clue how you manage to update every week. Cheers!

OH MY GOD EEEEE ;___; IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT MY FRIEND!! AND HIII ^_^ that's so awesome im so proud of you!!! hmm idk if i'm really a great person to get advice from, this is just stuff that works for me personally and my hectic irl schedule so just take it with a grain of salt!! ;-; <3 BUT i will gladly talk about it HEHE!! i'll actually just make an entire post about my writing process at some point because making long posts forces me to reflect and i'm overdue for a Self Reflection on how i write so! if/when i do that i'll link it back on this post heh ^_^ BUT ANYWAY!

i have a few Personal Rules about posting/writing fic that i must never break... and this is...:

feel free to break up your (longer) fic into parts. this prevents SO much burnout and gives you time to breathe between writing! if you're in it for the long haul like me, it's easy to get overwhelmed and feel like you're on a Crunch, which is never good! :'(

so i don't technically write a new chapter every week and post it on friday; i've had malus, for example, complete for a few months now! and so now it just "posts on a queue" where i just upload the next chapter every week! so for example, if malus is 21 chapters, at 1 chapter a week, that gives me 21 weeks (about 5 months) to write my next fic. that's a lot of time!

always finish the fic before you post it. this seems super unrealistic At First but i love the "arc/seasons/parts" style of posting, especially if it's long fics. nobody's saying you have to finish a 293849283498234 chapter fic in one day LOL but if you find that you're overwhelmed at the idea of writing Long Fics, then don't write one! write shorter parts that Combine and Create a long fic! :-) see what i mean? this is also an effective way to show time passing in your fic instead of just "~*~ two years later ~*~"-type of disclaimers.

chapters shouldn't be more than like... 3 google doc pages and paragraphs should be broken up. i like keeping my fic chapters short-ish so that they're easily digestible and force readers to Linger on the parts that i want them to. giant walls of text can sometimes put Huge Moments in your fics at the risk of getting lost!

let yourself sit on it for at least 2 days before you post it. do not read your own fic during the "sitting on it" time. let yourself back away from it and invite your mind to think about other things!! i've caught a LOT of my own mistakes or inconsistencies this way!

much easier said than done, but try not to let yourself get wrapped up in "the numbers" of posting (views, kudos, etc). obviously our goal as creatives is to get our work seen, but please remember to value yourself and your art above the numbers game! ;-; it literally took me a year (as of january lol) of constantly promoting my fics on twt (and later on here once i made an acct) before i found all of the amazing readers i have now! ^u^ and i wouldn't trade them for the world. i'd happily take 10 readers who comment and talk to me like a person over 100 hits/kudos or whatever!

that being said, don't be afraid to promote your fics. i felt annoying and stupid promoing mine but i'm ultimately so glad i did

there are probably others but i think these are my biggest ones (other than delving into like. tf2-specific "guides" i have for myself but i won't bore you with those). as far as tips for outlining or planning, i just have a channel in my gf and i's server dedicated to my fic that i post random snippet's i've written and want to include, random one-word concepts, like literally any time my brain has a Fic Related Thought i slap it in there. i'm also a huge fan of Linear/Traditional outlining too and do that with my more Complicated/Larger concepts that i want to execute in my fics so that i can stay consistent! :-)

ILYYY BEST OF LUCK ON YOUR FIC WRITING ENDEAVORS MY FRIEND! ^u^

#dutchfoolery #asks #anonymous #^v^

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Danganronpa Togami - Chapter 1

Part of my Danganronpa Togami fan translation | Masterpost 🔗

The following text was prepared with the following writing system:

k2k-system ver2.3

I can only marvel at the system's robustness and occasional earnestness, which I believe will hold up well in a world infested with imitations, fakes, and copies of manuscripts.

That is why my job is to make some corrections. I have no intention of joining the ranks of the monks and the copyists have turned old English poems into a complete mess.

All I wish is to maintain the original’s spirit. If only…

The story is a simple one. A young man went on a mission to dominate the world. After a series of extraordinary adventures and great risks, the young man gets what he wants and returns home. The real question is what led him there.

I was listening to the declaration of world domination coming from the Church of Bones in the back alley, munching on hard bread. The officers who munched on hard bread and listened to the blank shots from the black ships and the soldiers who listened to the radio waves of the falling black sea ships must have felt the same way during the Perry Expedition. The princess of some place would have probably elegantly shouted, “God damn it, you bastard!”

I had one job, to observe and describe someone. I was the act of writing itself. I am just the very act and manifestation of writing itself. I am a writing puppet, a writing machine, even if not literally.

Everything from his name, his identity, to even his clothes have been taken away. As if to make it worse, he was asleep beside me, as if he was just born.

In other words, am I the only person in the world who knows of his existence at this very moment? Do I have him all to myself? I am suddenly aware of this fact.

So instead, I’ll only tell the world the taste of the bread. It was awful.

Plane hijackings. Company hijackings. Recently there have been cases of families being hijacked, but what was hijacked from him was his identity.

Immediately after the World Domination Declaration ended, several helicopters took to the sky, flying around the city of a hundred towers like a metal beetle. Are they his minions? Are they the work of the Czech government? I could use Borges to identify the helicopters, but they're already being targeted by the entire world anyway.

The world is so big, yet we can only rely on each other.

“Master Byakuya.”

I’m aware it took a while for the main character to appear. I've kept you waiting, but I've finally said his name. But please understand.

“Super High School Level Heir,” “Heir to a Huge Conglomerate,” “The Sharpest Blade of the Togami Clan,” “A Man Worth 40 Billion Yen,” “Walking Prodigy,” “Walking Caesar,” “Walking Glasses.” I don't want to drag the man, after all he was stripped naked after his gold medal was stolen, out into the open.

When Master Byakuya woke up, he simply existed beautifully, despite my worries. Sitting on a wooden box, he shamelessly showed off his naked body, reminiscent of a Roman sculpture.

His hair was glossy. His skin was as smooth as porcelain. Even the fingers that touched his glasses were perfect. Byakuya Togami was a hundred percent perfect. Despite losing everything, he was overflowing with elegance.

“Master Byakuya, is everything alright?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Even his voice was beautiful. “Why was I sleeping naked? Explain.”

“The Church of Bones was under attack. Master Byakuya lost consciousness so I carried him on my back and we fled into an alleyway, which is where we are now. Here you go.”

“What is this?”

“It’s a towel.”

“You fool. I can see that by looking at it.”

“The towels and the bread I'm eating were kindly provided by the people of the town.”

“Find them.”

“Do you want to kill them?”

“I’ll give them a castle.” Master Byakuya wrapped a towel around his waist. “Has the attacker been identified?”

"They’re still unknown, but..."

“Don’t hesitate while speaking without my permission.”

“Apparently the attacker has replaced you, Master Byakuya.”

“Replaced? Replaced the one and only Byakuya Togami? You must be joking.” Master Byakuya pushed up the frames of his glasses with his fingers, just as he always does.

Oops, correction. Earlier I got excited and described him as “as if he was just born”, but his glasses were fine. Also, I'm correcting the nickname “walking glasses” because that’s not a compliment at all.

It seems I'm not in good shape either. I need to recover quickly. I have an important job to do. I have to write a biography that will stand shoulder to shoulder with the likes of “Shincho Koki” and “Taikoki.” That is my reason for being.

The title of the biography is “Byakuyako,” it means both “Byakuya’s Journey” and “Journey Under the Midnight Sun.”

And it’s not a ripoff!

“Is it a funny joke or…? Yes, it has to be. It's just a funny joke.” Master Byakuya seems to be inspired by his own words, and nods repeatedly. “I'm sure it will be the biggest battle of my life. This incident will be extremely important in Byakuyako.”

Heh. Hehehe.

He's laughing. As if he's found a game. Like a child who has found a frog that has yet to be caught.

A beautiful scene. A divine sight.

Master Byakuya is a god.

Wanting to record this memory before I forgot it, I took out my favorite fountain pen and a book that I always carry with me.

This is Byakuyako.

As the blue-black ink soaks into the pure white paper, this magnificent record of Master Byakuya nears completion. I set my fountain pen running in a state of bliss.

“Hmmm. It looks like you've already started writing. Well done. Just as I expected from my property. Now that’s my ‘Blue Ink.’”

“I am very honored to receive such praise.”

“Try to write a clear sentence that is full of emotion, grandiose but not annoying, and without being sentimental. I will definitely solve this case, that I guarantee…

…by the dignity of the Togami name.”

Borges = View history #01102815 Title: “World Domination Declaration”

Good evening.

I have one question for all of you who have no money, no talent, and no time. What are you living for?

I am Byakuya Togami. That's right, the Super High School Level Heir. As the heir to the Togami family, I am the one who is expected to create a bright future. I have an overwhelming presence that is as far apart from you as the moon is to a gibbon.

I have one question for all you frustrated gibbons. What is so fun about life? I have no idea how you can live while knowing that your own value is zero, I’m sure it must be unbearable.

So you bully your classmates. You get jealous of your neighbor’s new car. You crush your talented subordinates. You kill children with promising futures. You get angry at the inequality of talent. And you destroy the world.

Have you ever thrown a tantrum because you couldn't figure out how to play the piano? Have you ever cried on your mother's chest because you couldn't become a member of the soccer team?

You haven't even taken a step from there. You're still a baby. Those long limbs are just for show. You have to grow.

Now let me ask you this. What is essential for one’s growth? An enemy is what. A powerful enemy that must be defeated and dominated.

So then I'll volunteer to become the enemy of the world.

I, Byakuya Togami, am going to become your enemy. Sob with happiness.

Now, onto the main topic. This is my World Domination Declaration. Either kill me within the next 24 hours, or find a "poor cow" somewhere in this world.

To anyone who can achieve even just one of these, I will hand over all of the rights of Byakuya Togami. You can live a life of debauchery. You can buy a nuke. You can create a utopia. You can use that power and wealth however you like.

However, if you fail to achieve either within the next 24 hours, I will truly consider your value to be zero, and I will dominate this world. I will conquer, violate, and crush you.

Now I will prove that I am completely serious. I swear by the dignity of the Togami name.

Well then, farewell.

“It’s the exact same.”

Not even I could distinguish the voice that was being played back.

“It's a beautiful voice, I can't help but fall in love with it,” I say without thinking. Master Byakuya remained completely serious.

“So this is the fake who stole everything from me and took my place. His impression is certainly impressive.”

“It’s not just an impressive impression, it's the same voice.”

“But the actual content of the speech was third-rate. It brings me utter despair to think that something like this could have been broadcast around the world as if it were my words.”

“Really? It felt just like Byakuya Togami.”

“Excuse me?”

“Eh?”

"What have you seen of me up until now? I can't have an incompetent fool with such limited observation skills write Byakuyako. You might as well give up the name Blue Ink. right now”

“I’m so sorry.”

It felt like I was being scolded.

“Declaring world domination is something that only people who have already been defeated by the world do. The more frustrated a person is, the more they want to take over the world.”

“Now that I think of it, it does seem like the kind of speech written to incite others.”

“When a scumbag sees someone scummier than himself, he gets incredibly excited.”

“What a horrible thing.”

“I can assume that my fake has a severe inferiority complex. He must have been ignored by the world and lived a hopeless life. That must be why he can make such a declaration only fitting of a loser.”

“You deny others as easily as you breathe. So, Master Byakuya, are you not going to conquer the world?”

“When you eat bread, do you say ‘I'm going to eat bread now’ every time? There's no need to declare something that you can just easily do whenever you want.”

“You’re a straightforward and twisted person, Master Byakuya.”

“Now what did he mean by a ‘pitiful cow?’”

“I don't know. But…”

“Don't hesitate while speaking without my permission.”

“I have an idea.”

“What a coincidence. I have one as well. Could it be he’s referring to ‘that?’”

“If that's the case, how could an impostor of Master Byakuya know about ‘that?’”

“Hmph. There's no need to speculate. We can simply just catch him and ask him directly. Don’t you agree?”

“You’re right.”

“When was this pointless speech broadcasted?”

“About an hour ago at exactly 6 PM. The deadline is tomorrow at 6 PM, so there's not much time…”

“That’s plenty of time.”

“It is?”

“The time difference between Japan and the Czech Republic is minus seven hours. I have plenty of time to expose the impostor, prove my innocence, and enjoy a nice cup of tea when I get back home. And then I'll be going to school on Monday.”

We came to Prague for the weekend. Even though he’s enrolled at the school, Master Byakuya is extremely busy and doesn’t need to attend school regularly. Despite that, he still goes to school every day anyway, saying, “It's only natural that I must not be late or absent. I swear by the dignity of the Togami name.”

“Master Byakuya, even if we can't make it in time on Monday, I'll still write the whole story in Byakuyako. I won't give you any freebies,” I said with the intention of igniting him, but instead he glared at me with irritated eyes.

“Are you mocking me? D tou seriously think I’ll have any trouble with a mere fake?”

“That wasn’t my intention…”

“I'll tell you this while I'm at it. Don’t think that you can be a little cheeky just because you're a bit older.”

A gust of wind. A lukewarm wind blows through the alleyway as I try to fix my messy bangs.

Then I heard a loud roar.

Heaven opened up from above us. The ground shook, causing Prague's famous cobblestones to rise and fall. Black smoke could be seen in the distant sky.

“Hmph. I don't often have a chance to look at my own abilities objectively, but that was enough to make me loathe myself.”

And thus began our hopeless 24 hours.

There was no time to despair. An armored vehicle crashed through the still shaking alley. I stood in front of it, blocking the alley and protecting Master Byakuya, who happened to be sitting comfortably on a wooden box.

I don't know if it was effective, but the armored vehicle came to a halt about five meters in front of me. A hatch on the roof opened and armed soldiers jumped out one after another like a bad clown car. The last one to emerge from the typical green armored vehicle was a girl who was too pretty to be there.

Her skin was so white you could see her veins. Her eyes were full of nobility and nobility. Her golden hair flowed gracefully even in the ominous wind. It was the princess of the Kingdom of Novoselic.

It was Sonia Nevermind, the Super High School Level Princess.

“Halt!” Princess Sonia stood elegantly on top of the armored vehicle and pointed at us. “I found you, Togami. Tying you up will be a piece of cake.”

“Hey, idiot princess. What was that shocking thing?”

“You gave the instructions yourself, and yet you have the nerve to ask. Woah! You look like you came out of the erotic manga, Harenchi Gakuen!” Princess Sonia hastily covered her eyes. “Togami, you may not have noticed, but you're only wearing your underwear.”

“It’s a towel, not underwear, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Hiding his crotch with a towel… You truly are a Japanese man. Just like the actor, Ken Takakura. It's raining heavily again today!”

“Answer me now.”

“We have received reports that a satellite owned by the Togami Corporation has crashed on an island somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea.”

“What a pathetic choice of attack and target. If they wanted to target an island, they should have targeted England instead. At least then it would have been a chance to eradicate those jellied eels.”

“Sonia, this is, well, a misunderstanding,” I hastily explained.

“Well, good day to you, Blue Ink,” Princess Sonia smiled and called me by my code name, as usual. “Would you perhaps be an accomplice?”

“Please listen to me.”

“I want to say there's no room to discuss. But since you are a friend of mine, I have no objections. Please speak up.”

“It was a trap.”

“A trap? From who?”

“I still don't know, but Master Byakuya's name and power have all been completely taken away.”

“They must be quite the master thief. Was their jacket a red one or a green one?”

“The World Domination Declaration from earlier was the work of an impostor, and the one here is the real Master Byakuya. I mean, the glasses and towel are a bit of a perverted style, but…”

“Was what you just said right now necessary?”

“I don't want to doubt Blue Ink, but the voiceprint pattern of the ‘World Domination Declaration’ matched Togami himself. Or do you think there are multiple Jason Wishnovs?”

“Foolish princess, you were well prepared to confirm the voiceprint.”

“Well prepared?”

“Why didn't you come to the Church of Bones?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn't you attend the meeting for the Council of World Controllers?”

“That’s… That’s…” Princess Sonia, obviously disheveled, nervously ran her hand over the ribbon on her head.

“Since the attack was during a highly confidential meeting, the most likely culprit had to be an insider. In that case, you, the latecomer, are the most suspicious. Now, tell me. Where were you and what were you doing?”

“I-Is this Ace Attorney?”

“At least reference something with the correct publisher.”

“Um, well... Everyone, please defeat Togami!” Princess Sonia ran away.

Multiple guns were pointed at us. Murderous intent quickly filled the air so much that I could choke. This is a special setting for the Super High School Level Secretary and the Super High School Level Heir, but this wasn’t an action-packed story. The moment they pull the trigger, we’ll definitely be shot to pieces. Even if I tried to run away, there were soldiers and armored vehicles in front of us.

Behind us… Behind us…?

With a roaring engine, a black Mercedes Benz approached. The rear door of the Mercedes, which was moving at high speed, opened and a girl jumped out. The girl had distinctive red hair and large breasts.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeat…” Then, as she lowered her waist, she exclaimed, “...thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!”

She jumped over Master Byakuya and me and attacked the soldiers. Confused by the sudden attack, the soldiers still aimed to shoot, but the girl landed blows before them, taking them down one by one. Her weapon was an electric guitar. I placed my fingers on my temple out of habit, even though I didn't have time for that.

Borges = Search results #83302191 Category: Musical instrument Title: “Gibson Explorer (Elbow Cut)”

The guitar used by Eric Clapton. The body end of the Explorer released in 1958 was boldly cut, and its innovative look caused a stir. Currently, a limited edition model reproduced in a limited quantity by a custom shop was put on sale. The price is 657,000 yen.

Before we knew it, the Mercedes pulled up alongside us and rolled down their window.

“Hey kids! Wanna ride?”

I don't know why but the guy at the wheel looked like he was having a blast. We had no choice. As we jumped in, the Mercedes accelerated again and the soldiers were forced to move out of the lane. The Mercedes skimmed the side of the armored vehicle and drove through the narrow alley.

Over the sound of gunfire, we could hear Princess Sonia’s voice shouting, “Damn it! You damn bastard!”

“As an otaku, I've been using it for a while because everyone else uses it and there's really nothing else to replace it… but if I were to say it in the style of a Haruki Murakami character, it would be like, ‘yare yare.’ Ah, maybe Jojo would be accurate too.”

The man in the driver's seat kept yapping nonsensically. Meanwhile, the girl in the passenger seat had a face like a Noh mask and didn't respond at all. They both looked to be about the same age as us.

“That feels good. It's standard to drive a Mercedes in Prague. A black Mercedes is bad luck though, haha. The bumpy roads are fun. Ow, I bit my tongue. By the way, how ‘bout a drink? Let’s get to know each other. It ain’t drunk driving ‘til you're twenty.” The man turned around and took out a small bottle.

“Pilsner Urquell?” Master Byakuya reached for the bottle.

“Do you understand? The Fuhrer, who normally hates alcohol, drank it here in Prague. It was on the day he conquered Czechoslovakia . The commemorative beer was Pilsner Urquell.”

“If you think that's funny, I'll kill you.”

“Bah. I’ve decided to use ass-licking and prostrating diplomacy with any corporation of a higher rank.”

“Corporation?” I couldn't help but interject.

“If I mentioned the Ketoin Corporation... Would anything come to mind?”

“I've never heard of it before.”

“It's fine. From the perspective of the Togami Corporation, my company is no bigger than a bug cage. By the way, you're cute.” The man continues driving, facing away from the road. “I've always had an eye for cute girls. I like sticking bug pins in their arms and necks.”

“Um, drive properly.”

“This is a real collection weapon!”

“I want to die…”

“Miss, seeing how your pupils contract, I can sense the situation ahead. I could see and go all the way to Scandinavia just by staring into your eyes.”

“I have no intention of becoming a fjord lover,” I cut him off. It's been a while since I hated someone so quickly.

“Ketoin Corporation. I've heard it before,” Master Byakuya muttered.

“As expected of li'l boss! Let me carry your bag! Perhaps you’d like me to grab you your sandals and warm up some rice balls?”

“There are groups called ‘underground corporations’ that are different from ordinary ones, and the Ketoin Corporation is the most prominent of them. This is the first time I've met an underground corporation, surprising even for me.”

“Wow... Is my setting that cool? The vibe of an underground corporation is terrible. It's so ticklish that the plot twists can't be resolved. Hey, can you scratch my back?”

“Are you from the Ketoin Corporation?”

“Hey, master boy, how can you even talk that seriously while dressed like an ancient Roman.”

“When this is all over, I will personally drop a satellite on you.”

“I’d be honored. I'm Hiroyuki, the grandson of Hatakiyo Ketoin and the current head of the Ketoin Corporation. And this here is my twin sister.”

“My name is Yuika.” The girl in the passenger seat turned around at the speed of a sloth and greeted me in a voice quieter than the sound of a sparrow's wings. It was scary how beautiful she was, but she was still as expressionless as a Noh mask.

“Sister and brother. Ain't we a nice team?” The man who introduced himself as Hiroyuki was still driving, facing away. “Now that we've finished our introductions, let's get on with the story.”

“What do you mean ‘story?’”

“You did a good job with that World Domination Declaration. Even the final bosses of Dragon Quest aren’t so on the nose when they speak these days.”

“That ‘declaration’ wasn't me.”

“I know.” That reply was unexpected. “You got bamboozled, li'l boss. But y’know, I'm not interested in all that. What interests me is the cow.”

“What are you saying?”

“Y’know what I’m talking about, li’l boss. The ‘secret to the prosperity of the Togami clan?’”

In the next moment, The cap of the beer bottle Byakuya held came off and pierced the ceiling of the car.

“Even if I knew… Do you seriously think I would answer?” Byakuya laughed.

“Oh, so you can open the bottle with your fingers, li'l boss? That’ll be super helpful for the surprise party.” Hiroyuki smiled as well. “I doubt you'll answer, If things went that easily, there would be no Psycho or Pop. But, since I got you out of a tight spot, can you at least give me a teeny little hint? Stingy people don't get promoted. If you're that stingy, we can just hand you over to the crowd.”

“Is that all? That's hardly even a threat.”

“I’m not good at playing the villain.”

“How boring. You should follow the example of Goering and Ribbentrop, who knocked out President Hacha without killing him.”

“Nice one, li'l boss. A hilarious joke only found here in the Czech Republic. Even Krtek was surprised.”

“What?”

“Don't worry about it. It's a commoner thing.”

“You look like you're having fun.”

“You're the one who's in a good mood, aren't you, li'l boss? Come on, enjoy a Pilsner Urquell.”

“No matter what happens, I will never tell you the secret to the Togami clan's prosperity. Cheers in the name of the Togami.” Byakuya raised the small bottle of beer in his hand and poured it over Hiroyuki's head.

Hehe. Hahaha.

A cruel smile. Maybe the cow story had pissed him off a little.

“Consider it a toast.”

Hiroyuki had no way of steering now that he was covered in beer, and the Mercedes swerved violently several times. But suddenly in that moment… A figure appeared in front of the out-of-control Mercedes! The Mercedes lost control and crashed into the figure.

Crash! Crash… The crash… never came.

Like a girl being gently held in someone's arms, or an egg dropped onto a soft futon, there was no shock at all.

Why?

“It's not recommended to look away while driving. That car… was nearly smashed to pieces!”

The figure held the Mercedes with one hand. An unexpected presence reflected through the windshield. Only an extraordinary object could catch the car with ease.

The brown limbs that extended from her sailor uniform were endowed with perfect muscles. Her long white hair swayed with her aura, and her eyes show the composure of an apex predator. She was 192cm tall, her chest circumference was 130cm. She was the strongest member of the homo sapiens. It was Sakura Ogami, the Super High School Level Fighter.

“Hahaha, are you kidding me? I'm stepping on the accelerator, but it ain’t moving at all.” Hiroyuki wiped his beer-stained face. “These days it's common to think it’s a mystery when it’s actually science fiction. But what about this? Isn’t the perspective a bit strange? Isn't the animation just too messed up? Is she in the wrong series?”

“You're the one in the wrong series, you wannabe mogul.”

“Oh really? Guess I’ll just throw up my hands in a pose since people are just gonna catch a car with their bare hands now.”

“Good. Amateurs stay in bed.” Master Byakuya opened the back seat window and called out to his classmate. “Ogami, why are you in Prague right now?”

“I exist everywhere and nowhere all at once.”

“I never expected to hear an observation puzzle pop out of your mouth.”

“It’s shukuchi,” without a second thought, Oogami said something even crazier than the observation puzzle.

Borges = Search results #22109004 Category: Martial arts Title: "Shukuchi"

“Shukuchi” is the martial arts technique of instantly getting within range of your opponent. It’s named after the historical proverb "Shukuchi", which means “shrinking the Earth.” It is said that with the martial arts technique, you can instantly get within range of your opponent. Even if the distance between you and the opponent is approximately 500 km away, it will seem nonexistent.

In other words, Ogami can move anywhere regardless of distance. She can also destroy the timetable trick. I want Kyotaro Nishimura to apologize, his travel mysteries have nothing on this.

“I didn’t ask about your method of transportation, I asked about the reason you're in Prague.” Master Byakuya didn’t seem interested in shukuchi.

“Togami, was your earlier declaration of world domination true?”

“So what if it is?”

“I will capture you here.”

“I appreciate the magnitude of your goal, but it’s simply not possible, Ogami. Get out of the way before you get hurt. The fact that we have slightly similar surnames means you're already in my way.”

“If my words aren’t working, then I guess I have no choice but to use force.”

“Hmph. You have no other weapon than pure force. Has your brain finally turned into muscle? All that protein’s going to destroy you.”

“…I've been wondering for a while, but is there a reason for your inciting words?”

“Consider that a trade secret. Now, Ogami, this is my final question. Who is instigating you to do this?”

“What a stupid question. My heart is with Hope's Peak Academy.”

Hope's Peak Academy, a symbol of hope. It's said that if you graduate from the school, you're guaranteed to succeed in life. It’s a school of talent that brings together the “top talent” from all fields. All of us were students of this bizarre school.

“Since you asked for it, I must stop you by force.” Ogami’s two giant tree-like arms begin to rotate.

“Is this the Tenchi Jouge stance? Master Byakuya leaned back in his seat, as if to show how confident he was. “It’s a deadly stance said to have been invented by Masutatsu Oyama. If you’re fighting me, then I suppose it’s appropriate.”

“Umm, Master Byakuya…”

“Don't panic without my permission. If you’re really Blue Ink, then state your observation immediately.”

“Aren't we going to die?”

“Ogami's goal right now is to capture me. There will be an opening that we can exploit. Hey, wannabe mogul.”

“Wha? Oh. Oops, sorry. I fell asleep.” Hiroyuki looked up. “Is the battle of supers over?”

“We’re at the peak right now.”

“I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I'll reward you with a job. Get out of this predicament.”

“I get a reward?”

“Are you trying to get me captured?”

“Yare yare, now you’re just using me.” Contrary to his reluctant attitude, Hiroyuki quickly shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator.

“You make me laugh.” Ogami catches the car. However, this time she uses both hands, probably due to the way she's positioned.

“No matter what position you're in, it doesn't matter if you don't activate it, go sis!”

Click.

Then… the girl in the passenger seat that I had completely forgotten about... Yuika pressed the skull button next to the car navigation system. Such Showa-era style.

The sound of machinery operating could be heard from behind. A silver cylinder that looked like a jet engine appeared at the rear of the car.

“Don't underestimate German cars! Benz cooperated with the Nazis and produced a lot of weapons. Not just cars but also aircraft too.”

Wait, did they make jet engines?

As if to drown out my doubts, a high-frequency engine-like sound roared. Unable to withstand the increasing energy, the car shook and rattled. I could hear the creaking noises from the Mercedes, which was famously sturdy.

“Now then, do you think you can stop this jet engine with your bare hands, Miss Super High School Level?”

The Mercedes took off... no, it fired! But…

“You think you can match me with this amount of horsepower!”

It’s widely known throughout the school that Ogami is frequently called “the ogre.” True to her name, his arms were like those of a beast from a fairy tale, and her muscles bulged abnormally. What a surprise! Not only was Ogami unable to match the jet engine’s strength, she actually began to push the car backwards.

“Sis, initiate the second wave!”

Click.

Yuika pressed the skull button again, and a second engine appeared.

“Damn it! If pushing alone isn’t working, push harder! Let's gooooooooooo!”

The moment Hiroyuki stepped on the accelerator, the world reflected in the windshield turned completely white. The outlines of the road, sky, scenery, and Ogami all disappeared due to the tremendous acceleration, and they could no longer be grasped by my human vision.

I had forgotten to fasten my seatbelt. As my body banged against various things in the car, I realized that Master Byakuya and I were now wanted criminals, and I was very happy.

I was planning to explain the difference between Czechoslovakia and the Czech Republic, and between Budweiser and Budweiser Budvar, but I no longer had time for that. The atmosphere in Prague had completely changed.

“We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender! We will not surrender!”

About a hundred citizens gathered and shouted. The flag, which seemed to have been hastily made, had the word “World Domination” written in Czech with a big X on it.

“Is this a protest? It hasn't even been that long since the declaration. Guess the Czech people are sensitive to the smell of war.” Hiroyuki observed the people as he slowly drove his Mercedes.

I was feeling down, remembering the “parades” that were causing a stir across Japan, but I couldn’t help but notice a classmate in the crowd. His distinctive eyes with a white sclera, dyed pink hair, and teeth as sharp as fangs were there.

It was Kazuichi Soda, the Super High School Level Mechanic.

Rather than taking part in the protest, Soda lurked in it, which confused me. Master Byakuya and Princess Sonia had their own reasons for being in Prague, and while Princess Sonia and Soda are classmates, there’s no reason for him to accompany her to Prague.

“The foolish idiot princess stunk enough on her own.” Master Byakuya looked out the window at the small-scale protest.

“Hey, li'l boss, can you try to be a bit more sneaky? It would really suck if they found you.”

“The Togamis don't hide like losers.”

“You're running away with just a towel, yet you're acting all high and mighty. Where did you get all that confidence?”

“I only have one basis for my confidence, and that's being a Togami. There’s nothing more reliable than the Togami name.”

“Heard the Togami clan has a strange inheritance system, huh.”

Dead silence.

“What do you mean by that?”

“A helpless youngster worked so hard that he became the heir to the Togami clan. That’s pretty cool.”

“So what’s your point?”

“If he worked that hard to rise to that level, then surely his ultimate goal is to dominate the world, right?”

“Do you still have Pilsner Urquell?”

“Why?”

“I want to smash the bottle right into your foam head.” Byakuya scoffed in disgust. “Don’t lump me in with people who live a life without purpose. Don’t lump me in with the trash who dream of nothing. I’m not in that league.”

“I don't have a Pilsner Urquell, but how about a satellite phone instead? I can lend you one.”

Prague was isolated. Due to signal interference from the satellite's fall or some other action by the impostor, phones and the internet were useless. Still, if we had a satellite phone, we could communicate with Japan. I never thought the Ketoin Corporation would have one.

Oh, in that case.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I said. “If you don’t mind, could you please lend me some clothes for Master Byakuya?”

“Hey, don’t be so bold,” Master Byakuya scolded. “You’re Blue Ink, you should be writing. Like I said before, don’t think you can be a bit just because you're older than me…”

“I’ll give it to you,” Yuika muttered in a surprisingly small voice. She slowly opened the dashboard and took something out before emotionlessly saying, “Tadaaaa.”

It was a girl’s sailor uniform.

“Is your sister a moron?”

“No fair! I want your sailor uniform too!” Hiroyuki's anger seemed misplaced.

“There’s also this one,” the next thing Yuika pulls out is a black tuxedo, and an air of confusion spreads throughout the car.

But at that moment… A figure appeared in the mirror, it was a girl with an electric guitar on her shoulder. The Mercedes pulls up to the side of the road and there's a knock on the passenger window.

“Yuika, your dog’s back!” The girl stuck her head out of the open window, just like a dog. “Praise me. I danced like a quetzal and stung like a red-circle naginata sawfly!”

“Aren’t those all endangered species?”

“I wasn’t speaking to you.” The girl looked at Hiroyuki with a grim look. “Just letting you know, Sonia Nevermind's army has been defeated.” She then slid her gaze to us in the back seat and smiled. “Good day. I'm glad to hear you're all safe. I'm Taeko Kanai! I'm a cow killer!”

“Cow?”

“Have no fear, I'll eradicate the weak!”

“Ahh.”

“I'll make trash even trashier. Tissue even tissuer. I’m Taeko Kanai, the one who will bring doom to all the weak and hell to all the losers.” The girl who called herself Taeko tried to get into the car through the passenger window, but her breasts got in the way, causing her to make a noise like “Grk.”

“Enough bragging about your boobs,” Hiroyuki shrugged. “We're heading to the hideout now, what are you gonna do, little Taeko?”

“Are you not going to slaughter him?”

“It doesn't matter to me if li'l boss’ impostor shows up or if he takes over the world. I've got the most important person in the Togami clan right here, so I'm not going to take any chances.”

“I see. But it doesn't look like you're going to tell me the secret to the Togami clan’s prosperity… I mean, Y-y-y-yu…" Taeko suddenly became disheveled. “Yu-yu-yu-yu-yuika, that sailor uniform! This is a serious situation!”

“These are my clothes.”

“What are you planning? Why would you put such a fine item up for sale…? Are you putting it up for sale on eBay? Sailor Uniform all night long?! Uhyu, thank you God! Uhyu, uhyuhyuhyuhyu. Um, if that's the case, I'll buy it. If possible, vacuum pack it as is…”

“He didn’t have any clothes.” Yuika elegantly moved her hand to indicate Master Byakuya, who was wearing only a towel.

“What if I didn’t have any clothes? Then can I have your sailor uniform? Is that the rule? Thank you God! That means I’m eligible too. I just have to take them off, right? Take them off!” Taeko was thrashing about with her upper body still stuck inside the car.

Naturally, it was an eye-catching sight. The protesters noticed something was wrong, it wasn't long before everyone's eyes turned to Master Byakuya in the back seat.

He'd been found, and for possibly the worst possible reason.

Ringing chants, fluttering flags, and eyes everywhere. The voices of the approaching people. Voices. Voices. The protesters closed the distance, surrounding the Mercedes, and then, as if a taut string had snapped, they surged in all at once.

Hiroyuki suddenly sped off, and in the end, Taeko, who had been stuck in the window frame, slipped out. Taeko quickly leaped back up before being charged at the protesters.

The Mercedes would have just plowed through the historic city, but other cars and the more protesters blocked his way.

I tried to start Borges, but then I remembered that the connection was down. I can't determine the enemy's location. Since I rely so heavily on Borges, it feels like I’m being handicapped.

The Mercedes skillfully avoided the obstacles in the way and dodged past the protesters, but the complex roads made it difficult to speed up. It’s a town lined with cute stone houses. If you think about it, the image of Prague in my head is only what’s been created recently. It was a town with a long history as a walled city, a battle to prevent invaders.

There was a baby flying in the sky of Prague. A pitch black baby was flying, almost crawling through the air.

…You probably won't understand what I'm saying, but if I were to describe what I saw with my own eyes, it would be something like this. The flying baby had cracks running through it where the eyes and mouth should be, which was very eerie, and it was very weird.

Whenever I'm faced with something weird, I always turn to Borges. I'll just do a search using local data for now.

Borges = Search results #22785571 Category: Art Title: “The TV Tower Babies (nickname)”

The 216 meter long TV tower that stands in the Žižkov district of Prague 3 was built during the communist era. After the change of government, the tower was renovated to change its image, and giant babies resembling the search target were attached to the outside of the tower.

Additionally, the TV tower was ranked fourth in the "Ugliest Buildings in the World" list by the American television station CNN.

Armed with this knowledge and after regaining my composure, a theory popped into my head. If it was the work of Soda, the Super High School Level Mechanic, perhaps it would be possible to make the baby from the tower fly.

But why? Princess Sonia? Soda? What are everyone doing? Have they betrayed the school? Why didn't they say anything? Was it because they were planning to kill me?

The flying baby spun in the sky and plummeted down on Mercedes. Then its face split in two, and something long and thin emerged from inside.

“It’s a machine gun!” Hiroyuki shouted.

A machine gun?! I started to feel nauseous at the thought of such aggressive and murderous intent.

Ratatatatatatata. The bullets fired with a surprisingly light sound.

“What the hell, man?!” Hiroyuki leaned the car over and made an immediate U-turn. My stomach shook and the nausea intensified.

The Mercedes ignored the traffic lights and turned the corner into downtown, where the citizens of Prague were living their normal lives.

Slow shopping, relaxed dates, old men heading out to get a drink, couples walking hand in hand, mothers pushing strollers, citizens busy protesting…

The Mercedes speeding through the downtown area was an object of ire. It attracted the glare of many. That was, until the flying baby arrived. The citizens stared at it with a look between bewilderment and a wry smile as they watched their town’s famous landmark soar through the sky. With no sign of concern for the citizens, the flying baby fired another blast at the Mercedes. Ratatatatatata.

“Stop!” I cried out.

I didn’t think it would turn out like this. I had assumed without any real basis that they won't get innocent people involved and there must be some bare minimum rules. But that couldn't be the case. The world is full of murderous intent, the price of life is surprisingly low and the bodies quickly begin to pile up.

Every time the Mercedes dodged the bullets raining down, more blood rained down as well.

There was a bloody baby who would be in its stroller forever, children in shorts with more than half their faces missing, A dead student with a pizza in his mouth stained red, though it's unclear whether it’s blood or the sauce from the pizza…

Bit by bit, the everyday scene of Prague began to look more unusual than usual. The flying baby got closer and closer, all while creating more corpses. I can see the scene clearly through the mirror.

“Wannabe mogul,” Master Byakuya spoke up, “what happened to the jet engine?”

“Y’see, you can only use that once.”

“Don’t just show your trump card first. If you’re going to do that, then at least have another card deeper somewhere.”

“Sorry, sorry. Jeez. Are you trying to pincer me?”

An armored vehicle was approaching from ahead. It was moving at a speed that could kill passersby… no, it actually dragged several people down with it. I couldn’t help but feel that this was the start of many more deaths in this world.

“Wannabe mogul, is there anything we can do?”

“Well we already used our trump card. How about we just sneak past the side of the armored vehicle?”

“Of course. That's the third-rate kind of thinking I’d expect from a wannabe mogul. Get in the side street over there.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t care if the wannabe mogul gets into trouble.”

“Good grief! This whole time you’ve been calling me a wannabe mogul! A wannabe mogul is still a mogul, y’know!” Hiroyuki complained, but he still turned into the side road.

Every time we came to a fork in the road, Master Byakuya gave more instructions, and before we knew it, we had escaped pursuit. There was no sign of the dreaded flying baby or the merciless armored vehicle anymore.

“How?” I muttered unconsciously.

“It's because I led the way, obviously.” As Master Byakuya spoke, I noticed his glasses had disappeared from his face.

“Um, Master Byakuya… where are your glasses?”

“You mean the pair of glasses with a transmitter attached? I threw them away.”

“Eh?”

“Hand me a replacement.”

“R-right away,” I quickly took out a replacement pair of glasses.

“Hmph. They're probably attacking the glasses right now.”

“A transmitter…”

“Think about it. Why would the people who stole my shoes and underwear leave my glasses alone? It was probably for insurance. They thought about what would happen if I had escaped.”

“Permission to ask something?”

“Permission granted.”

“Why did Byakuya leave the transmitter there even though he knew about it?”

“If I wore the transmitter, the enemy would definitely show themself before me. Assuming I got the chance, I could hit them and get information out of them. I'm not just interested in playing defense.”

But the soft part inside me protests. If he had just thrown away those damn glasses, wouldn't those people in the town have lived? Of course, hindsight is 20/20. It's just a hypothetical after it’s already happened, like saying “I should have done this then” or “There was no need to do that.”

Besides, we who experienced the Greatest and Most Horrifying Incident of the Togami Clan know that in order to live and get to the top, it is necessary to build a mountain of corpses. We will do what we must. If we are trapped in a cage with a spoon, we will use it to dig a hole. Even if we’re held at gunpoint, we will keep smiling until the moment the bullet shatters my brain.

This is just the way of life for me and Master Byakuya.

A “midnight sun” in a nightless summer. It was past 8:30 PM and it was only now starting to get a little dark, but the darkness was still far away.

Plzen.

Even as we entered the town close to the German border, the sky was still bright, and I was almost losing track of time due to fatigue and a slight drowsiness caused by jet lag. In Plzen, there was a Skoda factory, a general machinery group that is not very well known in Japan.

“Even wannabe moguls have their partners, you know,” Hiroyuki drove into the Skoda Auto factory as an underground passage appeared. I remembered that the largest underground passage in Europe stretches under the town of Plzen.

In Plzen, there was a factory owned by Skoda, a general machinery group that is not very well known in Japan.

After getting out of the car and walking through the long underground passage, we arrived at a space the size of a gymnasium. Fluorescent lights hung from the exposed ceiling, and in one corner there was a bedroom separated by a screen from a desk, and a simple shower.

“So this is my hideout,” Hiroyuki’s voice echoed. “When the Skoda Works fell apart, a part of it got in touch with the Ketoin Corporation, and we've been pals ever since. We got this hideout, and we even got a share of an old tank. What was it called again? It was one that the German army confiscated and used a lot.”

“LT-35,” I replied. “In the German military, it’s called the LTz(t)35.”

“Woah missy, didn’t take you for a military nerd. You the type to go crazy when someone shows you their silly military knowledge?”

“The source of my knowledge isn’t from my head, it’s from here.” I flicked the surface of my right eye with my fingernail. “It’s a prosthetic eye.”

“My, well what a beautiful eye you have.”

“Which one?”

“Both. I’m a little curious to know if the Togami corporation developed it.”

“The Information Search Library… I call it Borges, and it’s basically an encyclopedia that's updated in real time. It has dictionaries, news, topics, and maps.”

“No offense, but can’t you just search that stuff on your phone now? Also I thought it was called ‘the Library of Babel.’”

“The data is displayed directly to the eye, so it works perfectly as augmented reality, it also acts as a universal pair of goggles. Anyways, it’s called Borges because in the story, he began to live in pitch darkness due to losing his eyesight while he was a resident of the library.”

“Wow, now that's a real first-rate artistic naming sense full of wit!” Hiroyuki shouted, might as well look him up while we’re at it. Beep beep boop bop. (Note: no sound is actually made.)

Borges = Search results #87654321 Category: Corporation Title “Ketoin Corporation”

A corporation founded by the first Saimon Ketoin and completed by the second Saimon. It is not considered one of the general eight major corporations, but rather it’s the top of the other underground corporations similar to it, like Irikiin, Daiguuji, Sakura, and Ozawa, but the exact details are unknown. This is all the information I could obtain offline, there was more information about the Skoda tank.

Hiroyuki, the heir to such a minor corporation, was carrying cigarettes and beer without even realizing it.

“Drinking and smoking by minors is prohibited by law, you know.” I figured I’d just warn him anyway.

“When it’s made into an anime, they’ll just change the cigarettes to Chupa Chups, so it’s fine,” Hiroyuki exhaled a smoke. “I can put up with original characters being made, and I won't get even upset if they cram too much into one season.”

“What are you talking about?”

“These days, it seems like there are more restrictions on games than there are on manga and anime. Those people at the CERO can’t even take a joke. The hell are they thinking, putting 18+ ratings on home video games?”

“Do you need me to search it up?”

“Is it really okay to use your Borges like you’re grabbing a midnight snack, like surfing the net and stuff… Ah!”

“What?”

“You don't happen to spend every night on Borges, looking up dirty words, do you? Like clitoris!”

“..........”

“Or maybe like Bartholin's gland!”

“I wish you'd die…”

“By the way, which one excites you more, the word ‘lewd’ or the word ‘ecchi?’”

“I'll search for ways to shut you up."

“Impossible! Whether it be CERO or NEVA or even the ESRB, no one can censor what I say or do! There are a lot of people who think it’s taboo just by expressing the littlest bit of child abuse, neglect, or sexual abuse, but we’ve been doing this whole thing for over ten years…”

“Hey, wannabe mogul, hurry up and get the satellite phone ready.” Master Byakuya had taken up his desk before I knew it, and was dressed in a black tuxedo. He looked charming with a rose pinned on his chest. The way he sat on his chair with his legs crossed and his glasses pushed up was also very charming.

Yuika was asleep in the bed next to the desk, wearing a nightcap. It seemed like the girl was taking a break. Isn't this just a bit too boring?

Hiroyuki set up the laptop-style satellite phone and said, “Do whatever you want,” before disappearing into the shower room, filling the room with the sound of running water. He was covered in beer after all.

It was just the two of us.

Feeling a bit awkward, I tried to call the Togami family, but a stern voice stopped me, saying, “Wait.”

“Master Byakuya… do you think that the impostor has already infiltrated the Togami family?”

“I doubt it, that impostor is a first-rate “long lost son” scam. But we need to be careful.”

“What about Pennyworth? He wouldn't mistake an impostor for Master Byakuya.”

“If I were my enemy, I would target him first.”

Borges = Search results #00481837 Category: Important people Title: “Aloysius Pennyworth (Information Disclosure Lv.2)”

A butler who once served the Togami family. A survivor of the Greatest and Most Horrifying Incident of the Togami Clan. He was one of the few people that Byakuya Togami could open up to, and in that sense he was indispensable to the Togami family, but he has now retired from the front lines and runs a members-only butler bar.

In a way, Pennyworth was Master Byakuya's Achilles heel. If the fake had gotten the first move, he would have let the others know how weak he was, saying "I'm so lonely, wahahahaha," and since Pennyworth has left the Togami family, we can't expect him to be able to assist us.

If manga and TV dramas taught us anything, it was where to turn for help when we can't rely on home. Our friends.

I called up the address from Borges and contacted Byakuya's classmates... the 78th class via satellite phone.

“Hello?”

There was no audio or reaction to be seen or heard. The time difference is seven hours in Japan, so it's 3:30 AM there. There's no way that adolescent high school students wouldn’t be sleeping early on a midsummer Saturday morning. Of course no one answered the phone.

Does this mean Master Byakuya’s class hates him?

Sure he certainly has a few flaws, and maybe he seems to have taken on all the bad aspects of a generic rich character, but I was sure he must at least have a few friends. This must be what a mother who just found out for the first time at a parent-teacher conference that her child was unpopular thinks. The future of the Togami clan is bleak…

I called one person after another, but there was still no response. Names kept getting dropped one by one. The next row was the “N” section.

N…

This one! Naegi!

“That's enough,” Master Byakuya interrupted, probably a little hurt. “Call Hope’s Peak Academy.”

That was a good idea. I connected the satellite phone to Hope's Peak Academy's hotline.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Please answer! Hey, is someone there?”

“I'm… trying to…” a woman’s voice said. “What if… what if… that’s too much trouble…”

“Hello? Is someone on the phone?”

The screen was covered in static, it looked like a blizzard.

“Tch. Cheap, third-rate garbage. As expected from a wannabe mogul.” Master Byakuya clicked his tongue.

Suddenly, Yuika, who was in bed, sat up like Linda Blair from The Exorcist. She wore a nightcap with a little pompom on top and eyes that look as if they are about to close. Her small nose twitches as she gives a refined “choo” sneeze, before falling back asleep.

Now that I’m paying attention, I noticed that the satellite phone is ringing clearly. Um, what’s that?

“Heyyy, yahalloooo!” I hear the other person’s voice. “Heyyy, can you hear me? If you can, answer already! Say yes or no, okay?”

“Yes, I can hear you. This is Hope's Peak Academy, right? Where are the teachers? Is everyone okay?”

“Ugh, stop asking so many questions! I'm really shy, y’know!”

A girl was on the screen of the satellite phone. Her brightly colored hair was tied on both sides, and her red painted nails stood out. Her chest was wide open, and an indescribable suction force was emanating from it. Attention is given to the eyes, mouth, nose, ears and even to every eyelash.

An entity appeared on the screen as if its sole desire was to be showy and captivating, its sole goal, and I was left dizzy. She was the girl from fashion magazines, the goal of many young girls’ hopes and dreams.

She was the Super High School Level Gyaru, Junko Enoshima.

When the reason for being scouted is “she pulls off the gyaru style really well,” some are bound to question Hope’s Peak Academy’s decision. It’s easy to misunderstand what Hope's Peak Academy wants when they say “top-notch talent.”

To put it in simple terms, all Hope’s Peak Academy is looking for is a special talent. It didn't matter if they were a Super High School Level Gyaru or a Super High School Level Shut-in, all that matters is that they have a unique quirk that sets them apart. (Though the shut-in would probably be expelled the moment they arrived at school.)

“Oh, it's senpaiiiii!” It seems Enoshima could see us, too. "Heyy! Could you get me some pocky?”

“Pocky?”

“I’m sooo glad I was able to get in touch with you. I feel so relieved and safe! Senpai, listen to me. It’s reeeeally bad here. Get over here and help me!”

“Enoshima, I’ll forgive you for talking to your senior in a casual manner, but please listen to me. I'm in the Czech Republic right now.”

“Hey, do they sell Pocky in the Czech Republic?”

“Do they?”

“The Czech Republic’s in Europe, right?” “Right.”

“What’s the capital of Europe again?”

“If I had to guess, I'd say it's Bali. Well, that’s why I can’t help you. Is there a teacher out there? I can't get in touch with anyone, are they okay? Why are you at school at a time like this?”

“Woah woah woah! That’s a lot of questions, senpai.”

“It’s only three questions.”

“Only three? Is that all it is to you, senpai?”

“I'm in a pinch here.”

“Weeeellll, I haven’t seen any teachers. Maybe the reason the phone wasn’t working was because of radio waves or something. And we’re here because it’s safe. Wow, I answered all three questions! Hurray for the cute and smart Junko-chan!”

“‘We?’ Is there someone else besides Enoshima? I'm with Master Byakuya now…”

“B-b-b-b-b–b-b–b-b–b-b-b–b-b–b-b–b-bya-bya-Master Byakuya??” Just when I thought Enoshima had been blown away, a gloomy face filled the screen. They had round glasses that look like they'd be worn by Kenzaburo Oe or John Lennon. Their skin was clearly an unhealthy color and they had long, snake-like braids.

It was none other than Toko Fukawa, the Super High School Level Literary Girl.

“H-h-hold a second, w-why are y-you here…?” Her voice seemed to condense all the gloom in the world. “Y-you're not p-planning on having a r-rendezvous with Master Byakuya, are you? I-I can't forgive you... I can't forgive you getting excited between your c-calmness and your p-p-passion!”

“Fukawa, please calm down. I'll forgive you for talking to your senior in a casual manner, so calm down.”

“You homewrecker! Y-you succubus! You p-perverted student! Begone evil spirits!”

“I was just accompanying him to write Byakuyako…”

“W-w-what the hell do you mean B-byakuyako? L-like meaning “Journey Under the Midnight Sun?” Kodansha should sue you already!” “I didn't copy it! And Journey Under the Midnight Sun is published by Shueisha!”

“S-so you really d-did copy it!”

“Um, please say something, Master Byakuya…”

Huh?

He's not there. When I looked, I saw that Master Byakuya had moved to the edge of the hideout with his chair.

“Fufufufufufufu. No matter how far away we are, it’s pointless, Master Byakuya,” Fukawa's smile fills the screen. “I’m normally extremely nearsighted, but when I search for Master Byakuya, my eyesight becomes 18/2!”

That surpasses even that of the Maasai people.

“Huh?” Fukawa's snake-like eyes widened. "B-b-b-b-b–b-bya-bya-Master Byakuya! W-what's with that outfit? A tuxedo… D-d-don’t tell me you're doing a r-rehearsal for your w-wedding with me? I-is that why you went to Prague? Um, Master Byakuya, how about we also have a rehearsal for the c-consummation? I-I’m at my best for conceiving today…”

“I have two orders for you, Fukawa,” Master Byakuya called from far away. “First, never speak to me about your ovulation. Second, if you are the Super High School Level Literary Girl then explain the situation in 200 characters or less.

“1 AM in Japan. Riots broke out after the declaration in Prague. Suspicious, I ran to Hope’s Peak and met Enoshima, but no one else. With phone lines down due to traffic, I used the satellite phone.”

“What riots are you talking about?”

“I-I would have liked to have explained that point clearly, i-if possible, so that Master Byakuya would have b-been pleasured.”

“Don’t mistake ‘pleased’ for ‘pleasured.’”

“I wish I could make you happy, but I i-immediately fled to the academy, so I don't know… I-I'm so sorry! I'm r-ready to be tied to a toilet or a spanish donkey at any time!”

“Are the people the ones causing the riot?”

“Well, I-I'm not sure about that either, but…

…I did hear some of the people talking about ‘locked rooms.’”

Locked rooms? What are they talking about?

“Out of the way, you stinky fujoshi!” Enoshima kicked Fukawa away and returned to the screen. “Sorry to keep you waaaaaiting! Let the viewers know that pretty Junko-chan is back to relieve their excitement☆!” “O-ow, hey! W-what are you doing?! That hurt…”

“I’m supposed to say that. Your hair’s all messed up. Unlike your cheap braids, my hair’s super well-kept!”

“Y-you g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-gyaru girls are so noisy… Y-your hair looks soft like a spring cloud!”

“Hehe, Thanks for the compliment, Fukawa!”

“I-I-I'm not c-complimenting you!”

“Yeah yeah. I guess your literary talent just happened to slip out then, huh?”

“C-compliments from you aren’t going to make me happy!”

Ah, I’m relieved to see that they seem to get along.

“Is this charade over yet?” Master Byakuya interjects. “Enoshima, there's something I want to ask you.”

“Ah~? Sorry! The secret to my makeup is top secret!”

“Where’s your pathetic sister?”

“Don’t call my sister pathetic! Sure it’s true that she’s pathetic, but it would be cruel to call her pathetic just because she’s pathetic.”

“You’re the one who keeps saying it.”

“Oh? I have an idea, maybe I just haven’t seen her. I don’t really pay much attention because she’s always so unnoticeable, eugh... but... Ah. Ah! I remember! A note!”

“A note?”

“It was on the table. It read, ‘I want to protect this planet.’ Eighth-grader syndrome, am I right?”

“Did she disguise herself as a militiaman again and go to end some conflict somewhere?”

“Because she loooooves protecting planets and chastity. So, Togami, you're worried about us? Did you think about having your sister escort you?”

“Hmph. Say what you want.”

By the way, Enoshima’s sister is Mukuro Ikusaba. She’s the Super Pathetic Level, wait no, I mean she’s the Super High School Level Soldier.

“Well, I heard all about your World Domination Declaration.” Enoshima said with a grin. “The Togami do some really cool stuff. I bet the teachers are suuuper excited about it! Junko is shocked to find such a bad boy hiding among the damn serious 78th Cadet Corps! It’s like he just revealed his true self!”

“Enoshima, are you planning on helping me with my plan?”

“Yep! What do you need my services for?”

“Wait inside of the school until the situation is safe.”

“Whaaat? But waiting is so boooooring… I have no interest in waiting for a whole waiting list.”

“I’m not telling you to sit on your ass. There are two things I need you to do at school.”

“Just two things? I suppose my gyaru brain can handle that.”

“You have a pathetic brain. I should introduce you to a doctor.”

“I already have a buddy who's a neurologist. So, what do I do?”

“First thing, if you find a teacher, tell them I’m innocent.” “That's surprisingly simple…”

“Second thing, investigate the school.”

“Huh? Why?” Enoshima tilts her head.

I suppose I have no choice but to explain the situation. “You see, Enoshima, I can’t say for sure yet, but there’s a possibility that my year is involved in this incident.”

“Seriously like Majisuka Gakuen?! Hmm, then why doesn't Senpai know? Were you left out?”

“Because before all, I'm Master Byakuya's property.”

“Ah, I see how it is~. That’s kinda lewd. A statement that makes you really feel the sexiness of an older woman…” As Enoshima squirmed, I could hear Fukawa's insults from afar.

“A-anyways, they might be involved,” I said quickly. “Proof of that is that Sonia and Soda are here in Prague.”

“Seriously like Majisuka Gakuen 2?! Oh well, didn’t know either of them anyways.”

“Both of them killed someone.”

“Hold on a sec… killed? That’s really terrifying.” Even through the heavy makeup, you could see how pale she was.

But that’s the truth. To borrow Enoshima's words, it’s really terrifying.

This is probably the biggest scandal Hope’s Peak Academy has ever faced, even worse than the “parades” that were making the world go crazy, and Master Byakuya has somehow ended up getting caught up in the middle of it.

“Okay. I gotcha,” Enoshima nodded after a moment. “I’ll do everything I can. So, what are you guys going to do?”

“We’ll…”

“I’ll take up the challenge. That’s all.” Master Byakuya said. “I’ll defeat my impostor, return to Japan by Monday, and go to school as usual. All in the name of the Togami.”

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Enoshima clapped.

I was completely moved by Master Byakuya's declaration, and felt grateful to my fate that led me to write Byakuyako.

That's right, there’s no way we can lose. Absolutely not. In principle. He won then, he’ll win this time, and he will always win and win and win because Master Byakuya is a god.

I noticed that the ceiling of the hideout was shaking slightly. Now that I think about it, above here is the Skoda Auto factory. I wonder if they’re still running the production lines on Saturdays. They're very diligent even despite the declaration.

Skoda? That reminds me. Many Czech surnames have specific meanings, like how “Mitarai” in Japan means “a place for a purification.” Or for example, Smetana, famous for being the composer of “Die Moldau,” has a name that, although it sounds like a joke, means “sour cream.” Skoda is a fairly popular surname in the Czech Republic, so of course it also has a meaning too.

It means “pathetic.”

#danganronpa #dr #dr togami #danganronpa togami

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bylightofdawn · 2 years ago

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Alright, I got about 3K written and the next part is gonna be a doozy Jaster's about to get some not happy fun news...hell it's not like it's a HUGE SURPRISE but he's going to find out Montross betrayed him and it's gonna be a s h i t s h o w.

And absolutely no one but Jaster was surprised, especially with the less than subtle hints I've been laying down. So that's going to take a while to write and since it's 12:30 I'm going to be a good girl and call it quits even though I high key cannot wait to write this terrible confrontation.

EDIT: Also, I'm gonna take a sec to edit and interrupt myself. I WROTE 3K WORDS IN ONE NIGHT. HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS THAT? And I've been regularly pumping out that word count which is how I've written like prolly 70K words in like 3 months. Maybe more I need to go back and look and see how much I'd written a few years ago when I started Seeds before my writing urge ran away from me.

Just did the calculation and it's rough but I'd written 11K of Seeds. With chapter 21 (not including 22 since I'm not adding stuff to the master doc until I'm done with a chapter) I'm at 103,000 words. I've written 92,000 words SINCE JANUARY. I can't even comprehend that. Like my brain cannot wrap itself around that large of a number. I get PANICKY thinking of a number that large and wondering how the fuck that happened. I wrote that? Me? It does not compute.

I am allowing myself to pat myself on the back for that accomplishment. I set out with an unofficial New Year's resolution (which I studiously never make because I feel like I always fail) to try and write a little bit a day. Well jokes on me because I've exceeded that expectation and resolution with flying colors. So this is me giving myself some well-deserved back pats and acknowledgment that I am awesome.

I'm not the greatest author out there, I have a lot of room for improvement but I am working on honing those skills, and that deserves to be acknowledged.

OKAY back to blathering on about Hot Toy's displays and diorama shit.

Instead I will write it tomorrow and try to get to bed at a reasonable hour. I want to take a second to blather on about something totally different. I've got three Star Wars Hot Toy's figures, my favorite boys Rex, Obi-Wan and Cody that I've picked up over the past few years. They live in an Ikea display case at the top and I love looking inside and seeing them but man I get so bummed at how shitty my display skills are.

I legit watched a Tested video today and Norm did this amazing customer display of like the new Bo-Katan hot toys figure displayed hanging from the ceiling seemingly in mid-flight descending on Mando. He apparently did it BEFORE he saw Mando S3 and he like a lot of us thought there'd be this huge confrontation between them. Anyway it looks amazing and I know I could never do anything that cool because 1) I lack the skill or experience. 2) I'm not backed by fucking Tested and have access to a $4,000 glowforge laser cutter to make custom acrylic cuts etc. Or a high end 3D printer etc. Suffice it to say that shit is an EXPENSIVE barrier to entry.

I have debated off and on spending a couple hundred dollars on a 3D printer and teaching myself how to do 3D modeling. I think it would be hard but I think I could teach myself how to do it. But it's justifying the price to even start. I have no interest in teaching myself how to do this and flipping shit on etsy with dozens of other people selling diorama pieces or turning it into a business. I don't think there's a lot of money to be had that way to be brutally honest and there's again dozens of sellers already doing that.

So I'd be literally investing a couple hundred dollars just to creatively challenge myself which isn't a bad thing. There's the satisfaction of learning a new skill and in learning. I just cannot justify the price just to satisfy my curiosity. I HAVE debated starting smaller. Like trying to do custom diorama bases all old-school and such. But I feel like there's still prolly a lot of up front money for supplies, prolly need more tools than the simple dremel I have. I don't even own a drill LOL I've been using my poor dremel as a drill for projects around my apartment and that has a very limited size of bits it can fit. Hell I wrestled with justifying buying that years ago, it was like 90 bucks and I've prolly realistically used it less than 10 times in like 5+ years.

I might still try it. I think I'd like to do a sort of desert /Utapau-inspired base for Cody and Obi-Wan.

Cody's figure actually came with a sandy textured base but Obi-Wan's was smooth. I ended up getting some 'action posable' stand off of Amazon which are hexagonal shaped and click together so I could display them together. Rex I'm just using the stand he came with which already has the bendable 'action' pose so he looks like he's flying. In a very lame and totally uninspired way. But we make due with the skills we have until we are willing to put for the effort to sharpen them and improve.

So really, I feel silly even whining about hating my display skills when I haven't managed to even move past the want and thinking stage of trying to improve it. I could buy a premade stand prolly for 50 to 100 bucks but that's a lot of money. Shit people are nuts, they are charging 50 bucks for what is essentially a full color vinyl sticker. Ya'l are joking, I know what that shit costs thanks to my years as being a printer so I could 100% get that made up for like 20-25 bucks at my local sign shop. Maybe less, I'll be honest I've been out of the game for a few years so it could be less or more.

People are charging stupid prices for those cool looking 3D printed ubiquitous Empire-inspired star destroyer panels. Like to the tune of 70 bucks for one panel like 4x12 panel. Which I'm sure is ALSO way overpriced. So technically I guess BUYING a 3D printer and making my own might end up being cheaper in the long run but....bro.

I think I could prolly get my hands on chipboard and maybe glue together a couple of layers and hand cut out the design though I suspect it wouldn't be as neat or clean. But it's cheaper than the shit they sell on etsy. Pffft I could prolly go by a print shop and see if they have some larger sheets. I do have some sintra left over from years ago when I attempted to make my set of Tobirama armor which is way stiffer but I nearly cut my finger off with the cut off wheel on my dremel soooooooooooo I'm very nervy around using the cut off wheel. LOL

I might find a thinner version online the stuff I used was like 1/4 thickness or something meant to be used for signs. Coroplast would be an excellent choice if it didn't have the visible ribbing where the expanded foam channels weren't so obvious. But that easily cuts with an exacto knife. Hmmmn I wonder if there would be a way of covering it maybe with plastic dip or something they use for foam sealant on foam armor? You can apparently sand that down.

That might not be a bad choice for like flat surfaces. And I'd be covering it with a sandy texture anyway. Just don't know if it can be heat formed. I might have to hit up Juan and see if he'd be willing to sell me a couple sheets of coroplast to experiment with. There are also things like paper mache, but ugh that shit is messy and I've had limited success making props with it in the past. Same for foam clay though I think with a couple of layers of plastidip it might not look as bad as the stuff I've done in the past.

And hell that's prolly less than 20 bucks in materials to just play around and find out. I love I've spent 30 minutes just typing up this long, meandering flow of thought. This is totally the quality content I'm sure people have followed my tumblr for.

But again it's post midnight and post midnight Gremlin brian!El is not responsible for the shit she posts. Maybe I should put that as a disclaimer on my blog. :P

Look it's Star Wara tangential. at least.

Of course, the problem with a small town is the only hobby store in town is Hobby Lobby and I REFUSE to give them any of my money so I might have to drive into San Antonio to Michaels to get some hobby crap. Or continue to support Daddy Bezos which I'm also not super hot on though it's become a sort of necessary evil at this point.

Man I wish I could go back to 10 years ago me when I didn't have to debate ethical consumerism cause it kinda sucks and I miss that obliviousness.

#el's random thoughts and hobby talk #what do you mean you didn't sign up for this shit #post-midnight El is unhinged and a Gremlin who was fed after midnight #it is star wars adjacent #and fandom related sorta #now with some much needed self-affirmation #and acknowledgment I have written my ass off these past 3 months.

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seyaryminamoto · 4 years ago

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Hope your Computer is working properly again=) I have some questions, one of them about the North Pole. Will Sokka go there at the beginning or the end and how will his interaction with Yue go? Will they spend a long time together? And in what mood will he be there since I think he will be in a devastating Situation in the whole of Part 3, until he meets Azula?? I'm fearing to ask this one, will the fight between Sokkla in which they go for the kill happen??0_0 (Reviews Party, remember) This is too spoilery but when will Sokka meet Hotaru and by the time he does will he ...ehm know the truth??=')

Eeeeh, it’s really not @_@ but I am procrastinating so hard on writing atm that I decided I needed to address the veeery long overdue asks in my inbox xD hopefully I can get my computer to make sense within the next month or two, but we’ll see @_@

And now, for your questions...!

Sokka will go there at... eh... god this is tricky xD not the beginning, no, but I’d say he goes after the first half of Part 3? And he’ll visit the North Pole for a second time in the final arcs of Part 3. His interactions with Yue will be positive, she has some wisdom to share with him regarding how to cope with certain matters... as may be obvious, our Yue has been through a very different life than the very young and innocent Yue we saw in canon. She’s married, has children, and her husband abandoned her, so she’s a bit more jaded in some regards, but also very wise in others. I think my favorite interaction slated for those two will be with Sokka asking her some very important questions regarding how she feels about her children having Hahn for a father, and if that affects at all how she feels about them. I’m sure you can venture a guess or two as to why he’d ask such questions... xD

They won’t spend that long together, no, and to be perfectly honest, while they’ll get along, Yue’s going to interact a lot more with another character who will travel to the North Pole with Sokka rather than with him. As you bring up how Sokka will be acting and what mood he’ll be in... he’s not going to be all sunshine and rainbows, nope, we’re going to see a much darker Sokka throughout Part 3. He’s not going to be at his absolute worst mood while in the North Pole, but he’s not going to be as relaxed and cheerful as we’ve seen him in Part 2, at all. He’s a bit unapproachable for a lot of people across Part 3, and he’s very much focused on achieving what he’ll set out to do, soooo... serious Sokka galore, all throughout Part 3.

And well, yes, he won’t be particularly happy until he finds Azula again, but even then, the circumstances in which he’ll reunite with Azula won’t be the brightest or the prettiest because of, yes, what you said right there :’D it’s still slated to happen, still going to be (hopefully) the most epic scene I’ve written in my entire existence, and I hope the payoff will devastate us all in the BEST of ways. Because that is what we all need, readers and writer and characters alike (?) Eventually, this boy will be happy again, I can guarantee as much... but we’re in for a world of strife for our two main leads for a fairly long time @_@ It’s so daunting to even think of it, really, and I’m almost there... TT_TT

And your last question! Will Sokka know the truth? Well... not all along, he won’t xD I have hopes that Sokka’s approach to Hotaru, once he hears about what’s going on, will be very touching and show just what a good man he really is. Part of what that approach entails, though, is for him to not know the truth for a very long time. Some characters will suggest the truth is a possibility, you could say? xD But he won’t want to fill his head and heart with those ideas because he hopes to be a good father, if he can, regardless of the baby’s circumstances. But yes, by the final arcs of Part 3, Sokka will indeed meet Hotaru... and on the very first time he sees her he’ll find out the truth right away :D

... And there we go. I’d say that was pretty spoilery x’D

#kigozula #gladiator spoilers #the writing procrastination is REAL #but I mean #you all forgive me for that right (?)#I'm really far ahead as I am #like... what #42 chapters ahead?#I think?#a week or two of procrastination should be forgivable (?)#... I'm literally like 2 or 3 chapters away from wrapping up Part 2 #I am not ready #I will never be ready

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linkspooky · 3 years ago

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The Hands that Will Save the League

In chapter 321 we're reminded once again of the reoccurring motif of hands reaching out to save someone in need, especially with the double spread close-up of Iida's hands reaching for Deku's hands. I couldn't help but think how this could apply to the league of villains. Hand symbolism has always been associated with Shigaraki (duh), both in the fact that his hands destroy everything they touched, and also his reason for being a villain stems from the fact that not a single hand reached out to save him that day. However, we've also had another character in the league with hands drawn up close and personal reaching out to save the others: spinner.

1. Just an Empty Cosplayer

I'm not the first one to make this observation. @codenamesazanka pointed this out long before me, especially in regards to Spinner's importance to the league, but basically, Spinner's role is that despite being a teenage mutant ninja turtle he's also the everyman of the league. He's not connected to the main conflict of the story by bloodline or legacy, the way Shigaraki, Dabi, and Compress are. He's not someone with an incredibly powerful or deviant quirk like Twice or Toga. He is a victim, but he doesn't have the elaborate villain backstories of Twice, Shigaraki, Dabi, and Toga.

He literally is just some guy with a lizard quirk. He has the weakest quirk in the league and the weakest reason for why he joined the league. Spinner faces societal abuse because of his quirk, but what spurred him to action was seeing Stain appear on TV, and a desire to be a less empty person than he was before. Spinner was pushed, he was rejected by society, but I would say as an inverse to the league who are driven by extraordinary circumstances, Spinner is basically an every man who drives himself to keep up with the rest of the league despite seemingly lacking everything "special" they have.

And I believe this every man quality, and this drive Spinner has is what's going to be the key to piecing the league back together. It's because Spinner sees himself as so far behind the rest of the league, and so much less special than they are, that he's driven to try to understand them.

Not only is Spinner a member who has tried to understand every member of the league in one way or another, Spinner is also someone who similiar to Sihgaraki foils every single character in the league despite just being an everyman.

2. Spinner and Toga

While Spinner and Toga may not have the same level of development to their interactions as Twice and Toga, Spinner reaches out to her once but not twice, and there are a lot of parallels you can draw between the characters.

Both Spinner and Toga joined the league for the same reason, an empty admiration for Stain, without really caring about Stain's ideals. Toga admires Stain because he's covered in blood and fighting for something and she wants to become more like the people she admires, Spinner because he saw himself as pathetic for hiding in his room all day and when he saw Stain taking a stand trying to change the whole world on his own he wanted to become that way too. Which means both of them have a tendency to want to become more like the people they admire, because their own sense of personal identity is so weak.

Himiko and Spinner both define themselves by the way society has rejected them. Spinner has internalized the idea that he's an empty person who can't accomplish anything on his own, every terrible thing other people said about him due to his heteromorph quirk he accepted it. At the same time, Toga was somebody born with a "dangerous quirk" who was told to repress it and then did that living under a fake identity as a normal school girl that would please her parents and the people around her for as long as she could. Both Toga and Spinner are taught by the society around them to be self-loathing and to repress themselves because of their quirks. They're also characters who are both defined by a desire for release.

When Spinner asks if Toga still wants to be in the league because of Stain and she responds, Now I wanna become everyone I love. Spinner comments, "You're so free."

Spinner and Toga both claim they joined the league because of love for another person, they both loved and admired some aspect of Stain, but their real reason for joining, or at least the reason they stay is that deep down both of them desire the freedom to be themselves. Toga wrapping her desires up in language like love for other people, and wanting to become them, is because deep down she believes because of her quirk there's no one who would accept her for herself, as the normal girl she believes she is, no one will let her live as Toga thus she tries to become other people. It's the same for Spinner, who believes he can't be anything other than the Lizard Freak, so he too tries to dress himself up and become a Stain Cosplayer. It's only through the league's acceptance that Toga and Spinner slowly begin to learn that they are good enough on their own, just as themselves, and their priorities begin to shift.

3. Spinner and Twice

Twice and Spinner have several backstory parallels already. They are both characters affected by poverty, Spinner lived in a backwater town plagued by old views of heteromorph quirks, Twice lost his parents and began working to support himself at a young age before becoming homeless. Spinner and Twice were also both labeled in a way that stuck with them, after Twice got a criminal charge in an accident on his permanent record he couldn't find another job after being labeled deviant. Spinner was labeled as a deviant because of his quirk and the idea that he's a lizard freak has always stuck with him the same way that Twice has internalized the idea that "bad people don't get saved."

They also both chose to isolate themselves because of the circumstances they faced. Twice's first response to homelessness was to decide to never trust anybody but himself, and he became a criminal who pulled off heists with only clones of himself as team members until that stopped working for him. Spinner's response was also to shut himself away in his room and become a NEET. They both cut themselves off to the society that labeled them as unacceptable, but in the process they also cut themselves off from other people and became unable to trust others.

While they have major backstory parallels, I believe the greatest parallel between them is going to be that Spinner will inherit that role that Twice had for the league. While Shigaraki is the leader, Twice more than anybody else believed the League to be a family, and encouraged everyone to be friendly with one another.

It's Twice more than anyone else who emphasizes the bond of the league, that they're all strays, that they need to take care of each other and save each other. It's Twice who urges Shigaraki to save Giran because he's one of them. He makes the unspoken bond of the league as a group of miscreants into a spoken one, because Twice wants those things, he's well aware of the fact that he wants trust and acceptance and came to the league to find those things. This is the greatest thing that ties Spinner and Twice's characters together, because they both view themselves as worthless, they define themselves by how they help the other members of the league.

Twice's death so far isn't something that has been really capitalized on by the plot, Hawks has yet to face consequences, we haven't gotten to see much of the league's reaction because they were scattered soon afterwards. However, if Twice's death is going to cause development eventually I believe it will be in the vacuum in the league created now that Twice is gone. There is no longer someone who is urging all of them to be together. Twice's death causes most of the league to become less stable. Toga goes on a killing spree, Dabi attacks Hawks, Compress tries to kill himself in a heroic sacrifice, Shigaraki hasn't gotten the chance to react yet but he's also gotten worse considering he's currently possessed. You could even say that Twice's death has caused other characters to double down on their worst habits.

Dabi's worst habit is that he acts separately from the league and refuses to participate in the group dynamic, believing himself to be a solo avenger. Dabi not trusting or telling the league what he was planning on doing with Hawks, as a consequence of his decision to play solo avenger, caused Twice to trust Hawks which led to his death. Hawks was the one who killed him but Dabi played a part, and when Twice dies Dabi obviously reacts to it, but also his decision is to double down on his bad habit, insisting he's only using the league and he doesn't care about the rest of the group. Toga also doubles down on her bad habit, she runs away from the rest of the league and insists she's only doing this for the freedom to do whatever she pleases, not because you know Twice got killed right in front of her. Compress's arc is less pronounced, but he also does, in fact, try to kill himself in a grand heroic sacrifice for the rest of the league.

When twice dies the league begins to fall apart and everyone acts on their individual worst flaws, ignoring that they were always stronger together as a group. However, there is still one person who wanted the exact same thing Twice did, to be trusted, to belong to a group. This is most likely the role that Spinner is going to grow to, someone who is trusted by everyone in the group.

Notably, when Toga is about to run away it's Spinner who reminds her that the league is a place for them to come back to. Toga who was probably the closest to Twice and spiraling the worst because of his death, and Toga and Twice's friendship was the first time we really saw how much of a "bond" the league had formed with one another, because in the camp arc they barely cooperated, only begrudgingly. It's Spinner who who emphasizes that even though everyone in the league is doing this for individualism "doing what they want" that they are also together as a group. Spinner is set to inherit Twice's role as the heart, because one he tries to understand other people in the league making the effort to reach out, and two Spinner is aware of what he wants just like Twice he wants to be trusted by the rest of the group.

4. Spinner and Dabi

This one is a little bit harder because Dabi's character arc really hasn't started yet. We have just now gotten to the reveal of who he is and what his motivations are, after it being a mystery for so long. However unlike the rest of the league, we haven't really seen how Dabi has reacted and changed by becoming a part of the group. Even if his motivation isn't "I'm only using them" and deep down he really does care, I don't think he's even realized yet that he does care or that he's not just using them. Dabi still believes himself to be alone, and therefore he's still isolated from the rest of the league and flying his revenge quest solo even though he's really not.

In that case, the biggest parallel between Spinner and Dabi is that they both had to be won over by the league. They both joined because of admiration for Stain, probably because Dabi genuinely believed in Stain's ideals of taking down impure heroes because it fit his own agenda so well, whereas Spinner is a self-proclaimed empty cosplayer.

Spinner, however, has already gone through an arc where he was dissatisfied with his reasons for joining the league and didn't believe he belonged with the rest of the group. He didn't have anything to love like Toga. He didn't know yet he wanted friends he could trust like Twice already did. He doesn't have a strong backstory motivation like Compress, or Dabi or even knows what he wants out of society. However, the entirety of MVA is Spinner letting himself be changed because of his interaction with the group.

Spinner failed at life, his quirk is worthless and only good for sticking to walls. He also internalized the idea that he himself was a failure, and locked himself inside believing he couldn't accomplish anything on his own. Spinner says he has nothing he loves, and nothing he wants to do. Not only that he feels unloved and unwanted. However, Spinner finds something to love in Shigaraki, even if he can't find a strong sense of individualism and still believes himself to be worthless he becomes motivated to help others. Spinner, the most normal person in the group with the most worthless quirk, becomes the greatest help to Shigaraki, basically once he gets over himself and his preconceived notions of himself. Because, you don't actually have to be a special person or have a strong quirk to be a hero, you have to reach out a hand.

The same way Spinner was won over by the League, Dabi has yet to be won over. However, if that does happen, it's probably going to look like Spinner's arc. Dabi antagonizes Spinner a lot, but they actually have more in common than they do differences. They both have failure quirks, while Dabi has an overwhelming fire quirk he wasn't allowed to use, Spinner is literally just a gecko. They both also were labeled as disappointments and given up on, Enji gave up on Touya, Spinner never had any potential from the start and locked himself away in his room. However, their paths so far have been opposites, Spinner let Shigaraki reach him and became a part of the group, Dabi at every possible opportunity insists he's doing this all alone. He takes every chance he can to separate himself from others. If Dabi's arc is going to be a mirror to Shoto's arc eventually, then someone has to reach him and convince him he can't do this all on his own, and Dabi can only truly find himself when he's part of the group once more. After all, so far Dabi is the one most resistant to change. Toga's goal has changed, Shigaraki's changed, Spinner has changed, even Compress now admits that while they're just a gang of thieves that he cares more about everyone else's dreams than his own. Dabi is still nursing a ten-year grudge against Endeavor and doing everything he can to take him down on his own because he hasn't let the group in. And he won't improve or change until he does let others in.

5. Spinner and Shigaraki

I love Compress but I'm skipping over him because his arc hasn't been elaborated on yet. If you want a quick summary though, both Spinner and Compress didn't believe the group to be anything more than a gathering of selfish criminals, however, both of them changed because they wanted to see Shigaraki's dream come true. Not only was Shigaraki the one who inspired both of them to change, but also Compress is the one who first sees how close Spinner is to Shigaraki more than anyone else in the group was.

He also sacrifices himself BECAUSE he's come to realize that what he wants more than his own dreams is to see everyone else's dreams come true. I know Compress's backstory is rushed as all hell, but it almost... almost... works because Compress isn't actually doing this because he's Oji Harima's grandson. His motivation changed a long time ago, he just didn't realize it until he was about to lose the league.

There are a few more parallels, they're both dropouts. It's implied that Compress was literally just a retired and failed stage magician before he decided to become a villain. Hopefully we'll become more on that later because the idea of Compress sucking in showbiz so he decided to follow his grandfather's legacy is really awesome. Spinner was a Neet before he saw Stain on television. They also both have more minor quirks, Compress just shrinks people, Spinner sticks to things. They both also are characters who don't seem important at first, but consistently hover around in the background constantly making sure everyone in the group is okay. Compress calls to check up on people, he talks to Dabi a lot, he tries to keep up with everybody in a melee, it's the little things he does that make Compress same for Spinner. They're both cosplaying as legendary villains who are greater than they are, Stein is cosplaying his grandfather, Spinner is cosplaying Stain, but it's unknown whether Compress really cares that much about his grandfather's ideals, I think he cares about the league more. Compress and Spinner are also people who question and try to understand things, Compress lectures the kids that they had their ideals handed down to them for adult, Compress realizes Spinner's importance to Shigaraki before Spinner even did, Compress and Spinner also both try to understand other people's dreams because they're lacking in their own. Spinner doesn't even have a dream, but he's the one who listened to Shigaraki's dream first.

Now it's been directly said by canon that Spinner and Shigaraki's connection is the most developed, and they are the closest to one another. By developed I mean, it changed over time, when it started out they had almost nothing to do with one another. Spinner was just a rank and file league member that Shigaraki used on the hideout raid. They didn't even get a character introduction scene like Shigarki did with Dabi and Toga.

However, Spinner and Shigaraki's characters are extremely closely tied together. Shigaraki's like the main character of the league, his backstories parallel everyone else's, including the main character of the entire story Deku. He's the one who makes the plans, goes through training arcs, he's the one who the league unites around. However, Spinner actually has all of that too. I just spent a very long time showing how Spinner despite not having an overly complicated backstory has strong parallels to everyone in the league. If Shigaraki is the main character, then Spinner is the everyman / the perspective character, hence why he's the narrator of MVA. Shigaraki is a person of extraordinary circumstance, the symbol of society's oppression who everyone in the league deepy relates to because he's suffered the same way that they have and he accepts them. Whereas, Spinner has suffered because of Hero Society too, he's more like a normal guy who makes an effort to understand everyone around him.

However, Deku wasn't saved by his love interest, or even his childhood friend who is apparently his destined rival, he was saved by Iida trying his best to keep up with him.

Spinner and Shigaraki are both the emotional core of the league in different ways. The league all respects Shigaraki, they rally around his ideas, his dreams are what inspire everybody. However, more and more it's looking like Spinner, ordinary, average, Spinner is working to build emotional connections to everyone in a much more normal way. He talks to Toga and tries to understand her love. He even consoles Toga when twice is gone. He challenges Shigaraki directly to his face. Compress who is always sort of watching the league in the background and checking up on them in little ways notices how hard that Spinner is trying to take care of Shigaraki.

Shigaraki accepts people at their worst and gives them a place to belong, but I think by Spinner's efforts to get to know and understand others, we as an audience are shown how humanizing of a presence that Spinner is on everyone else. Spinner, just being a normal guy, brings out the fact that the rest of the league despite their extraordinary circumstances are deep down just normal people to, who want to be loved normally, and live normally. Spinner literally wakes up Shigaraki, because he remembered the one time that he opened up in front of all of them, and cares enough to try to understand Shigaraki's hurt feelings and what he cares about.

If anything from the last arc in the manga, we're shown at great length, how understanding, reaching out, it all takes effort and it's not as flashy as defeating a villain or rescuing someone from a natural disaster.

Spinner is so important to Shigaraki, because while Shigaraki has given everyone in the group a place where they can be individuals, Shigaraki hasn't realized he himself can be an individual yet. He ultimately, shares the same character flaw as Deku. It's because he's decided that he's going to carry out his dreams for the sake of the league and to create a better future for them, that Shigaraki no longer cares what happens to himself, or about his own future. Everyone talks about Dabi's suicidal nature, but this is something that Shigaraki is challenged on over and over again. What are your motivations. What are your reasons. What do you want to accomplish. He always responds with nothing. There's nothing that he wants, there's nothing worth living for, he only wants to destroy and make a better world for the people who are around him. Shigaraki is the most thoroughly dehumanized character, to the point where he just straight up accepts "god of destruction" because that is at least an identity. Shigaraki needs Spinner and his normalizing influence, because Shigaraki can't see himself as a normal person.

Shigaraki shares the same character flaw as Deku, he does everything for the sake of others, with no regard to himself, which leads to extreme bouts of self-harming and fighting alone. Shigaraki faced off against Endeavor, and basically all the heroes alone even though he did call for backup. However, even before that Shigaraki made the decision to get dangerous risky surgery that would be like hell, because he believed deep down he wasn't good enough alone. Shigaraki just does not care about himself and is unable to see himself as an individual, which is exactly why he needs someone to care for him and see him that way.

Shigaraki's greatest challenge to date is that he's been dehumanized so thoroughly, and lost sight of himself to the point where he's lost even his own body autonomy. When Shigaraki is battling for possession of his body as AFO attempts to take total control and make him into a symbol again, denying him his personhood, we're set up directly with Spinner being the one who reminds us that Shigaraki is just a person, who likes video games, and gets along with his friends. It's Spinner who notices right away that AFO is different from Shigaraki and challenges him the same way that he challenged Shigaraki directly in the My VIllain Academia arc. This is all set up most likely, for Spinner being the one to reach out a hand the same way IIDA did, because what Shigaraki needs the most right now, is not a hero who will save him, but rather a normal person who will understand him and remind him that deep down he was just a normal kid too before all of this happened. What Shigaraki is most in need of is a hand that will reach out to him, and Spinner has already done this once putting Nana's hand back on his face when he couldn't wake up, but what he's failed to realize is that it's his own scaly lizard hands that should be doing the reaching out.

#mha meta #lov meta #league of villains #league of villains meta #spinner #shigaraki #toga himiko #higuchi iguchi #shigaraki tomura #dabi #touya todoroki #twice #jin bubaigawara #compress

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vad-hander · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader x Jinyoung (GOT7)

Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: abuse, depression, toxic friendship, established relationships (?), mentions of self harm, messed up everything (you’ll get it as you read it), cheating, best friends to enemies, lovers to strangers

Words: 9k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

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I hope you all will like this chapter. please don't forget to like the post if you enjoy reading this fic. your likes and comments are the only 2 things that help me write! enjoy <3

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“Huh? So you’re saying that three people wouldn’t lie and I'm lying? I’m fucking lying? Why the fuck would I lie? Use your brain maybe and give me at least one reason I’d cheat? Especially since you were so concerned I’m dating you because of sex, because you were sleeping around with everyone else? Your insecurities are getting the best of you.“ You felt him burn inside, you were literally able to see steam get from him. You knew he was crazily mad, you could feel his hands wrap tighter around you. His eyes turned into two black circles, making you think how you never saw him this pissed off ever.

“Shut your mouth before you regret all you say. I know you don’t actually mean it.” You sighed steadily, closing your eyes. “Please just let go of me and leave.“

“Why’d you believe someone I don’t know?“ He moved his hands away, but put them back on your shoulder, sliding them up and down.

“Because I saw a picture, and a video, there were your clothes, it was you, Jinyoung. I saw your hands on her waist. I texted the girl, she said she didn’t know you were taken.“ You gulped trying to stop stupid tears fall down your cheeks.

“How would you even get a hypothetical phone number of a random hypothetical girl I fucked randomly at a club? Are you what, know every girl in the whole Seoul?”

“You’re bad at cheating, she turned out to be Johnny’s friends acquaintance.“ You sighed, feeling Jinyoung step closer.

“Baby, that alone is suspicious. A random girl bumped into me and I caught her. That’s it. Weirdly she gave me a hug as a thank you. I walked back to Johnny right after, spent there maybe 15 more minutes and went back home. I don’t know what picture you saw, but I wouldn’t cheat on you even if someone payed me a billion won. I love you, I don’t need anything else. I love you, please believe me, not Johnny, I beg you.“ he leaned in, eating your eyes out with his. His fingers slowly crawled down to yours, intertwining them. “Don’t you always say I’m 70? How’d I cheat, it doesn’t even sit right with my character. Baby, I don’t even know if I’m offended or actually impressed you believed it.” He chuckled and leaned in slowly, giving you a hug when you didn’t pull back.

“The story…it’s just weird how even with evidence, there’s a perfectly fit story from your side, like it’s been thoroughly made up…" you took a breath in, feeling Jinyoung’s scent get into your nose and make you drop every wall you tried to build up. “I still… I still want you to go. Cheating is…it’s the worst for me, I told you this so many times. I won’t ever forget it, I don’t get the concept of cheating, I don’t want to get it. If you can’t keep your faithfulness then just don’t get into a relationship. I heard you… and I try to believe you but its just… hard. It doesn’t sit right with me, even the whole fact this popped up.” He moved back, losing contact with you.

“D-do you mean it…? You want me to go? Maybe I can just sleep on the couch?“

“No, it’s better I’ll stay alone.“ You sighed and nodded to yourself.

“Okay…I’ll leave…please don’t ignore me, okay? I’ll be texting you.“ He expanded his hand, dropping it onto your neck. His thumb caressed it carefully, forcing for you to look at him. “I hope you’ll remember that I love you… and I would literally… never. Never ever, I love you.“ He sighed, leaning in and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay…“ you nodded.

“Can I leave all my things here?“

“No, please take them with you.“ You gulped awkwardly.

“Promise me you’re not just breaking up with me?“ His fingers on your neck forced you to look at him.

“I’m not, I would’ve told you if it was this way.“

“Okay…“ he nodded “I love you.“ You felt his lips on your temple, forcing you into a tight hug. “I love you. Sleep tight, baby.“ He sighed into your hair, kissing your temple once again and leaving the room and your house.

You laid on your bed, getting under the blanket with your clothes on, not resisting a sob leave your throat.

“Johnny?“ You sobbed into the phone when he picked up.

“Yes love, what’s up? You’re crying?“

“Can you come over? I need you.“

“Yes baby, I’ll be at yours in 15. Please don’t get yourself all upset.“ You nodded as if he could see you and hung up.

“Promise me it’s not I lie.“ you looked Johnny in the eyes, watching his face carefully for a reaction.

“I promise, its not.“ He made a hand gesture proving his words.

“Swear on our friendship?“ You asked once again.

“I swear on my life I didn’t lie. I did see Jinyoung do what I said. I should’ve said I did ask him to come over to finally get along, but I didn’t ask him to come over and got him with a girl or something. I didn’t. He left with her and then told me he has to go. Well of course…I mean, let’s not get into the subject once again. I know it’s traumatising to you.“

“Yeah…“ you nodded, agreeing.

“So what…what have you decided? You spoke to him, right?“

“I have. I don’t… I don’t know. He says it’s not true, I want to believe him. I do know him. He’s not someone like that at all, but then you’re saying this… you and these girls…“

“Wait, hold up.“ Johnny sat up, brushing his hair through the fingers. “You’re saying he’s denying everything? Don’t tell me he’s saying I’m lying?“

“He does.“ you made a loud sigh.

“You believe him or me?“ Johnny turned his head to the side a little, trying to understand.

“I…I don’t know who to believe.“

“Y/n, you must be shitting me, right?“

“What you mean…?“ You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I mean that I’m your best friend of how many years?“ He paused giving you a sign he actually wanted you to answer.

“20 maybe?“

“Exactly, 20 maybe. Dropping the fact the guy was your family member for a couple of years, you’ve known him for a year. A year in a relationship, but still. We don’t know anything about him. We don’t know if he lied to you before or not. If he didn’t mind doing it in front of my nose? When I literally was there…? Like what else could he do? I wouldn’t lie to you, you’re the only person in the whole wide world I care for. Even if in the beginning I act like shit, now I could see you being happy. I wouldn’t just say all this without meaning it. I could’ve kept quiet but then what? He’d probably do it again, or you’d find out any way somehow much later. You’d be hurt. I know you’re hurt right now too, but at least we found out before you guys moved in and took a next step. I think it’s for the best even though it hurts now.“

“But…he’s so innocent? I don’t see it in his eyes. I don’t see him trying to cover up a lie. i feel like I accuse him in something he didn’t do while you’re saying his guilty. Should I bring a lie detector or what? How do I know what to do.“ you closed your eyes, feeling shivers over your hands.

“I’m doing this for you… I just hope you find someone who’s actually able to love you without cheating.“

“Swear to me?“

“Didnt I do it already? I swear I saw it. Didn’t Yerim send you the video? I thought you texted the girl that was with him in that toilet.“

“I did… she said it was him. How did you get her phone number anyway?“

“She turned out to be Lia’s friend, Lia was there that day too, she was trying to get with him but then came to us and complained how Ryu was quicker to get him than her.“

“Why do you know literally everyone?“ You hit his hand lightly, closing your eyes with your hands.

“Want me to make her meet with you?“

“No, thanks.“ You coughed in disgust.

“So what’s your plan….?“

“I’ll talk to him again.“

“And you think he’ll admit to it? I don’t think it’ll be anything than what he already said.“

“Johnny, I can’t just tell him goodbye, I love him. I never thought I could forgive someone for cheating, but now…? I just love him so much I can’t imagine not having him in my life anymore.“

“Oh no. I’m not going to allow this, I’ll never allow anyone disrespect my best friend. You hear me?“

“I know, Johnny, but it’s just something… it’s something you won’t understand.“

From: unknown number

“hi, I know this is sudden“

“You asked about the guy bc he’s your boyfriend or sum right?“

“I thought it’s better you know“

“Sent a photo“

It’s a screenshot you opened quickly, reading through what was written in there. The senders number at the top of the screen. It’s his phone number. You knew for sure it was his phone number.

“Want to get a drink? It’s a boring Tuesday, I thought you could make it better.“ Your eyes ran through the messages multiple times, before you jumped up from the couch, grabbing your car keys and running out of the house.

“How were the drinks?“ You stood up from the bench you sat on for the past two hours, feeling like you froze to it, but jumping up quickly when you saw Jinyoung’s silhouette. You ran to his place as soon as you read the messages, only to find out that for some very weird and unknown reason he wasn’t yet home. You walked back outside, sitting there and hoping he’ll come soon, but the longer you sat there the more you believed he was out having those drinks.

“What? Y/n, baby, you’re here?” Jinyoung extended his hand to your face and you just slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me, don’t call me baby, don’t do any of it. I tried to believe you, I did my best to not get into doubting you. But you’re …? You just went out with the same fucking bitch while asking me to not break up with you at the same time? You’re fucking insane Jinyoung, I can’t believe you’re like this. I can’t believe you’re someone I love so much! It’s not you, why don’t you love me anymore? Why didn’t you just tell me you don’t love me anymore. Maybe, it would’ve hurt less.” you felt tears prickle your eyes, and not being able to resist them you just started crying.

“What? What you’re saying? Why is all this happening to us? Let’s get upstairs and calm you down. How long have you been here? You should’ve called me, you’re probably freezing.” his hand found yours and he tried to pull you in only to get slapped away by you.

“Where you were just now?”

“Work, I was at university.”

“At university? And only getting back home at half 11?” You chuckled aggressively.

“Yes, you know things like this happen sometimes. I began reading essays and then got lost in time and only left when I was told to do so because they were closing the doors. I went to get take out on my way back home and you’re here, waiting for me to accuse me in something again, something I didn’t do.”

“Where’s that from?”

“What?”

“Food.”

“Omane.” he replied confused.

You grabbed the phone from your pocket, texting the girl “have you ever been to a cafe called Omane?”. Jinyoung stared at you confused while you stared at your phone for her to reply.

from: unknown number

“yeah… I was there… with him… like 20 minutes ago?”

“Brought food?” you raised your eyes at him, gifting him a smile. “D’you think there will be enough for me?” you stepped closer wrapping your hands around his neck. You felt him get his hands around you immediately.

“Baby you’re driving me insane, can you at least explain.” he whispered into your lips, trying to kiss you.

“Want to fuck?”

“It don’t matter.” you felt his hand move over to your neck for you to not move your head around.

“You have to say if you want the goodbye sex or not. I can bare with that, I mean I’m not even going to deny I’ll miss everything about you. There wasn’t anything I didn’t like about you. Everything you did was always so perfect, it made you almost unreal. But now I know, that everything that there was, was just a perfect mask on your ugly fucking lying face!” you pushed him back, leaving distance between you.

“What the actual fuck is going on?”

“It’s over Jinyoung, now it’s totally over. You had the chance, but I guess you’re not able to stop once you got the taste of sleeping around. I’m not the one to judge, I mean, I literally lived this life for many years. Goodbye.” you sighed and patted his shoulder, walking away quickly, to not start crying before you get to your car.

“No, Y/n, stop. What the fuck? Please stop, give me at least a chance to prove that Johnny is a motherfucking liar. Baby, fuck, please don’t run away, I beg you. Y/n, I love you. Please?” you could feel him walk right behind you. You ran over your car, getting into it as fast as you could, locking the door just the second before you could feel his hands on the handle. He began banging on the window, trying to make you open the door. “Baby, open the door, let’s talk. You’ll know it’s a lie once we get to talk, baby, Y/n, I love you, please.” you turned your head to look at him when you heard his voice change. You could see tears glisten in his eyes. You got so scared at what you felt, seeing him cry, you started the engine quickly, pushing the gas pedal to drive away from him. Setting your eyes on his figure in the mirror.

“How are you doing?” you turned around at the sound of Johnny’s voice.

“Good.” you forced a smile, expanding your hands to hug him when he leaned in. “You?”

“Good, and my good is much better than yours.” he chuckled and sat next to you. You smiled too, pursing your lips. “I ordered food on my way back, so I guess it’ll be delivered soon.”

“Thank you.” you smiled at him, running your eyes over his living room.

After that last conversation with Jinyoung, you didn’t know where to go, driving yourself to Johnny’s. He let you, or more precisely - forced you to stay at his. To make sure you were fine, and to not let you do stupid things. You were happy to stay, you needed company, and not being lonely during evenings was definitely something that helped you. You waited for Jinyoung’s calls, waited for him to text you, but he didn’t even try once. You didn’t understand it, you wondered if he came to your place, tried to reach out to you but stood in front of a closed door.

“D’you think he never texted or called me because he never loved me?” you asked Johnny quietly to break the silence. He moved his eyes from the screen of his phone to you.

“I don’t know.” he coughed awkwardly. You knew he hated that you brought Jinyoung up almost every 10 seconds, but it was the longest you were able not to mention him. “I would’ve called if I was him.”

“Maybe he is actually innocent and I hurt him?” you took a loud breath in, trying to not cry from vocalising the thought that was in your head for the past week. “I hurt him, right? He never did anything wrong, but I didn’t believe him and called him bad words, I should call him.” you felt your hands shaking, reaching out to grab the phone from the coffee table.

“Stop.” Johnny said strictly grabbing the phone before you could. “I’ll take it.”

“What?” you wiped the tear with your finger, trying to take it from Johnny’s hands.

“I’ll take your phone from you until you’re calm enough. You don’t want to call him, please, Y/n, your brain is making up things because you’re heartbroken. He’s just being shit for not even trying to say sorry. In a whole week. We need you to calm down at least a little, you’ve spent a whole week inside of here, even working from distance. I think we can at least take a walk, you’ll feel better, fresh air will make you feel better, okay?” he leaned in, resting his head against yours. Johnny’s fingers ran over your neck, making you think of how Jinyoung would always make you shiver with a single touch. “Go take a shower, then we’ll eat and take a walk around the block, agreed?” You nodded, closing your eyes. “Good, now go.” he moved away, allowing for you to stand up.

You got all your clothes off, getting into the hot water that could dampen your loud cries of a heartbroken girl.

Jinyoung stood behind the door of Johnny’s apartment, raising his hand to knock on it. It was his last option. Last chance to explain everything, tell you he’s sorry, get to see you and possibly get to touch your skin. A week of pointless phone calls, messages that never reached you, lonely nights in your bed in hopes of you coming back home. The only place you could’ve went to was this. Your best friends house is the last option Jinyoung didn’t check on, because he knew he has no power in him to not smash his knuckles against Johnny’s face the second he sees him. He knew power and violence shouldn’t be the option but he caught himself thinking of it for at least 100 times today only. He knocked lightly, going through possible scenarios. A scenario where you opened the door suddenly popped in his head and he felt himself freeze right on the spot.

“Oh, bye.” he saw Johnny’s shocked face for a slight second, before he began closing the door immediately. Jinyoung moved his foot quickly, getting it in the way.

”Let me talk to her.” Jinyoung stared into his eyes.

“She’s not here.”

“Bullshit.” he sighed and felt his palms turn into fists unconsciously.

“How’d you find out where I live?” Johnny furrowed his eyebrows.

“Y/n.” Jinyoung said loudly trying to peek inside of the apartment.

“She don’t want you, get lost.”

“How do you know what she wants? You’re a freaking liar. Let me in!” Jinyoung felt himself getting worked up. “Are you keeping her hostage there? Her phone number is unavailable! She don’t go to work and don’t come back home. Let me see her!”

“Dude, you know why she don’t want to go home? You know why she changed her phone number immediately? Wanna know why she did all that?” Johnny paused and they kept looking at each other quietly, just blinking. “Guess you do tho, she don’t want to deal with you anymore. She moved on. You should’ve known better, how it’s easy for Y/n to move on from things. I think you should do it, especially after you cheated on her. Like man, what the fuck do you want from her after this? She won’t forgive you.”

“We both know it’s a fucking lie, Johnny, I’ll speak to her whether you want it or not, she’ll know the truth one way or the other.”

“You’re saying it’s a lie, but she knows it’s the truth. I know it’s the truth, people that saw you and actually were with you know it’s the truth. You don’t call her, don’t message her, so you’re not even sorry. And she don’t really care. We just had sex.”

“What the fuck you’re saying, she would never do that with you.” Jinyoung chuckled sarcastically.

“Guess why she’s in the shower?” Johnny smirked.

“That’s another bullshit from you.”

“We’re going out and I know she’s not going to hold back, finally she’ll be able to do whatever the fuck she wants, and she wants it. Want to live her normal previous life. And now, you better leave, before I call the police. We have cameras over here.” Johnny pointed with his fingers to the ceiling towards the cameras.

“I…I’ll… Fuck you.” Jinyoung pushed the door with force, making Johnny almost fall back when the door locked in front of him quickly.

“Is the food here?” you asked, hearing the door shut from the bathroom.

“Nah, wrong delivery man.”

“I’m actually feeling better after the shower, I’m starving!” you shouted, looking at your puffy face. Of course you felt better, after crying for the past 15 minutes.

“Hi…?” Johnny peaked into his room like it was yours. Technically it was now, staying there for almost a month, you get now like you practically moved in. It felt comfortable to have someone around this whole time while Jinyoung took every brain cell of yours.

“Hi.” you turned around, smiling at him.

“Still mourning?” he chuckled and walked in, extending his hand over to you.

“What’s that?” you turned your head curiously.

“A gift for the broken hearts.” he chuckled and sat right next to you.

“I’m sure it’s just a choco bar?” you took it from his hands, unwrapping it immediately.

“It is, I was hoping it’ll make you feel a tiny bit better.” he pursed his lips.

“It did.” you smiled widely, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. Johnny wrapped his hands around your back, falling to lie and make half of your body lay atop of him. His hands caressed your back and you felt calm. The feeling you barely felt in all those past weeks.

“You know…” you whispered into his chest, sighing heavily.

“Is it about Jinyoung?” he interrupted you.

“Yeah…” you cleared your throat awkwardly. “I just thought … maybe I should see Jinyoung once? Just to tell him goodbye properly, ask him what was wrong with me…? He didn’t text me even once… I guess this means you were right? He just stopped loving me at one point and I never noticed… but I still feel bad, he probably never told me this because he didn’t want to hurt me… and I don’t know what I’m saying now actually… I just thought maybe I should text him and ask for a meeting.” you finished your sentence and the room went quiet.

“Well…” you could practically feel him thinking “Are you a masochist?”

“What?”

“You want to see for a goodbye someone who broke you in pieces. I’ve never seen you cry so much, I’ve never seen you being this hurt. I’m against it and when I say it I mean it. I’ll fight you if it’ll be needed, because you’ll thank me later. All of this is for the good, I’m glad he’s not trying to see you. It’s just perfect, we should set a limit for the number of times we can mention him in a day so you’ll finally feel at least tiny feel better. We’re not wasting your life on this. No man worth it.” you felt his hands get tighter around you, making you feel grateful and thankful for such a friend.

“I love you. You’re the bestest friend I could’ve ever asked for.”

“I love you more.” he said making you chuckle.

“Helloooo” Johnny sang happily, getting

inside of his apartment.

“Hi.” you looked at him with a smile. You sat at the windowsill with your laptop, finishing your last bits of work for the day.

“Good mood?” he walked to the bathroom, washing his hands and getting back to you.

“Kind of.” you smiled and closed the laptop, laying it next to your feet. “I made us dinner, and even dessert.” you bit onto your lower lip.

“You’re the best!” Johnny exclaimed, walking towards you. His hands took you into a bear hug the second he was able to reach you. You hugged his waist, raising your head to see his face expression. Johnny bent and kissed your forehead and you felt pleased for some reason. “Remember, you promised we’ll go somewhere this weekend?”

“Yeah, we will.” you nodded, moving your hair away from your face.

“Cool.” he chuckled “you think you’ll want to meet someone?”

“Oh… this, I wanted to ask.”

“Yeah?” Johnny moved a step back to see your face properly.

“Do you have anyone right now? Like someone you kind of like or at least sleep with on the regular?”

“No, why?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do you want to keep on looking for that person…?”

“What person?”

“Someone you’ll spend the rest of your life with.”

“I don’t ne…”

“Just cut it, we discussed this many times, you do want to have a wife, children. Not now, not next year but you do and you told me this hundred of times.” you felt yourself getting worked up and took a second to calm down. ”So do you want to keep on doing it or what?”

“I… I think I know where you’re going.”

“But you have to answer first.”

“If you want to do it then I do to.”

“I’m sorry, I think I chose the wrong time to talk about this.” you shook your head, standing up.

“No, it’s fine.” he stopped you, forcing to sit back down. “I was not going to ask because I know you’d want to live your life with someone you love for real.”

“I…In these three months I just realised I don’t want to go through a heartbreak ever again. I know it’s maybe selfish… but we spoke about it before… I don’t know if we actually joked around or no, but if you want to… we can be together… I mean… I don’t know on what terms and things like that…I didn’t think this through.” you shook your head and held it with your hands.

“Y/n…” Johnny squatted in front of you, making his arms lay on your thighs, locking his fingers on your lower back. “I’ll agree to whatever you have. Anything, I will. There’s only one thing I’ll ask of you and will follow it by heart myself.”

“Yeah?”

“I know we don’t love each other like that, I know it’s pretty much fake, but I still love you. And I love you more, than you could’ve ever imagined. I’ll love to be with you even if it’s just us telling everyone we’re together and not having any affection what so ever in our real life…. I just ask you to not see or flirt or sleep with anyone? I won’t do that either, I know we would not sleep with each other, but maybe, 10 years later, when you’ll want children, we’ll have to do it, because there’s no other way…” he chuckled and you cringed at the thought of having sex with Johnny.

“That’s disgusting.” you made a gagging noise. “But yeah… agreed… in 10 years time I guess I’ll have to close my eyes and do it for the sake of babies.” you chuckled.

“Agreed to having sex in 10 years or to not seeing other people from this very moment?”

“Both.” you chuckled and he hugged you, allowing for you to run your fingers through his hair.

“I thought I should say what I have on my mind, my companion for life?” you chuckled, when Johnny walked out of the shower, getting ready to go to bed.

“Yeah, okay?” he turned around, standing in front of the bed.

“You can sit on my bed.” you chuckled.

“It is my bed.” Johnny pointed out, sitting on it.

“I just lent it to you for a couple of months.”

“Shouldn’t it be our bed from now on…?” you asked distantly.

“Huh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows.

“I’m joking.” you smiled “now it’ll be totally weird to sleep with you.”

“I can sleep just next to you, no feelings attached.” he chuckled.

“No thank you.” you smiled.

“So what was it you wanted to say?”

“Yeah… Can we not pretend we’re affectionate and all that? When we’re with friends or just out… I’m … I’m not ready to be honest. And, I don’t know what I meant by asking you this earlier today. I feel like regretting doing it… You probably just felt bad for my pity soul and agreed. I don’t know what you’re getting from this, if we at least were friends with benefits, but you’re just getting to tell people around we’re dating and that’s basically it… on the perks.”

“You know… I was thinking of this after we spoke. I think I am able to make you fall in love with me?” he said seriously, looking you in the eyes. You burst into laughter, hiding your face in your palms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Maybe you can, I just don’t know.” you tried to stop yourself from laughing. “I’m sorry.”

“If we’ll be in love with each other it’ll be beneficial for us, isn’t it? I mean, you’ll get to spend the rest of your life with someone you love, and I know, that’s what you want to do in life. I want to give it to you. I don’t want this to feel for you like a punishment, this should be a reward. I want us one day to be attracted to each other to the point we’ll want to kiss. To the point we’ll want to get close physically. We’re already close in all other ways, so I know for a fact we can be more than that. Let’s just go with the flow and not resist it. Live life with no regrets.”

“Deal.” you smiled at him, expanding your hand for him to shake it. Johnny instead laid his palm on the back of your head, forcing for you to lean in and kissed your cheek.

“Love you, good night.” he smiled and stood up, waving at you before closing the door and leaving.

You laid your head on the pillow, closing your eyes and feeling tears stream down your cheeks. Again, like they always did for every evening of these past three months. Now adding up to everything you felt terrible for suggesting to Johnny this hideous idea.

“How long have you been together? Why did you hide it from us!?!” you heard Johnny’s mom loud voice right the second she opened the front door.

“You told her?” you furrowed your eyebrows, asking him quietly.

“I’m sorry.” he said with his lips only, being pulled in by his mom into a hug.

“Hi darling.” she pulled you in, kissing your cheeks. “I always knew you two will end up together. I just did, and look where you two now.” you smiled, nodding lightly.

She finally let both of you go, inviting you inside. You felt Johnny’s hand grab your fingers, holding them lightly in his while walking with you to the living room. His mom looked at your hands and smirked at you knowingly. You forced out a smile, feeling shivers run down your back. Not the good type of shivers. You waited till she turned away, pulling your hand from his hold.

First of all, Johnny said his mom wanted to see you because she missed you, not because he said you were a thing. You felt wrong and terrible for having to pretend.

“Come on, why are you two so quiet? Young people these days!” She exclaimed, looking at her husband. “For how long two of you have been together already!?”

“Around… three months maybe?” you smiled awkwardly.

“Y/n, darling, didn’t you have that boy, Johnny said he worked at the university.” ‘Yes, Jinyoung.’ You felt your brain go in overdrive. Your heart began beating quickly, you felt your entire body stiffen and make you stuck.

“Yeah, well, they broke up.” Johnny said, when you kept quiet for too long. He dropped his hand over your shoulders as it didn’t make you feel better.

Nothing made you feel better recently. Johnny’s attempts to seduce you began feeling rather pathetic in two months time and if you felt sort of regretful for suggesting this before, now you felt like this was the worst decision in your life. He’d put his hand around you at every given chance, he’d hold your hand, flirt with you or act gentle. This made you bite into your cheeks to prevent from laughing on way too many occasions. You tried hard and wanted this to work out but feelings just weren’t there for you, and you had so little left of your patience to keep on trying.

“It’s all for the better. I always had that gut feeling, I always knew you two were meant to be. Since you two were little babies, the way you got along, I just…. I’m so happy for you two!!!” she clapped her hands and you smiled for the sake of her.

“It’s fine I’ll sleep with you, right?” Johnny asked, when the both of you entered his room.

“Yeah.” you nodded and he sighed enlightened. You felt terrible with the idea of him having to ask you if he could sleep in the same bed with you. This never popped up as a problem before, but since the day you two agreed to be together, you never slept with him once and felt like the barrier you built up was getting harder to break down every day.

“You…you can sleep with me?” you asked him the second before he closed the door to the room.

“You sure?”

“Yeah… I mean, we slept at your parents house yesterday… it’s okay, let’s get you back to your bed.” you smiled. “I’ve been living here for 6 months now, I’m sure you miss it.” you tapped on the bed, inviting him.

Johnny didn’t need a second invitation, laying on the bed quickly. You watched him get comfortable in the bed and turned the lights off, laying right next to him.

“You right, I did miss my bed.” he sighed after a long pause. You didn’t reply, debating. You shuffled in bed, getting closer to Johnny.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered.

“I did, sleeping with you is the best.” he whispered and moved his body so your head would be on the same level. “I miss having physical contact with you like we always used to. You’re avoiding me and it breaks my heart.” he whispered and you felt like someone grabbed your insides and squeezed them.

“Don’t act like this.” you chuckled and pushed him playfully.

“No, but I had to tell you this earlier.”

“What?” you felt concerned, but when you felt his hand carefully crawl over your waist you knew it’s not something serious.

“I like you for real. I don’t know if there’s anything you feel for me now, but I like you. Take it as you want to.” you gulped, feeling shivers all over your body.

“Like…you mean romantically…?”

“Yes, I like you romantically.”

“Johnny…” you bit onto your lip.

“No, it’s fine. I just said for you to know, not because I want you to tell me the same thing back.”

“Johnny…” You sighed and moved a little bit closer. You thought how you were trying to tell him that nothing works just a second ago and now you felt like there was a lump in your throat that wouldn’t let all those words get out of your mouth. Johnny liked you now, like for real-real, and instead of being happy and pleased you felt like shit for making him feel this. “I do like you too.” was all that left your mouth.

“Like you’re attracted to me…?” he asked in disbelief and you nodded, not being able to tell another lie. You felt Johnny’s hand move over to your cheek, caressing it carefully. You closed your eyes, for a second feeling your heart ache at the imagination that it was Jinyoung. Jinyoung. It’s been 10 minutes since you last thought of him. “Im dying to kiss you.” Johnny whispered while you were out of this world, leaning in and kissing your lips quicker than you could react. His lips moved carefully and lovingly. Kissing with no feelings attached was something you were used to, replying to his kiss carefully, you felt his hand move over to your waist to turn you on your back. You moved your hand onto his neck, pulling him away from you. He obeyed, leaning in again for a quick peck.

“Good night.” you smiled, trying to hide your feelings.

“Good night.” Johnny whispered back at you, running his thumb over your cheek.

You turned your back at him, hugging the pillow tightly to prevent from crying. You wanted this to be Jinyoung and you knew no matter how many moths went by, you still wanted to see him, and be with him. The more you were soaked into this madness with Johnny, the more you were feeling obsessed with the idea of reaching out to Jinyoung. You knew this was crazy now for sure. It’s been 6 months, he could’ve done anything in those six months. Even get married, move or whatever. The thought of finding out he didn’t need you anymore was even scarier than anything else. You closed your eyes, trying your best to stop yourself from crying. You heard Johnny shuffle behind you, moving his body next to yours and wrapping his hand over your waist.

You felt his lips on your shoulder, leaving a wet stain that made you shiver all over.

Your life felt more or less collected now, at least, you liked to tell this to your reflection in the mirror. You thought yourself how to hide your feelings, hide them in front of your closest friend, which gave you even more stress on top of what you felt on the regular, but it was for the best. Johnny seemed genuinely happy, you were glad you were at least capable of that, but your mental stability felt shaken, and you knew for sure there wasn’t anyone to blame for it except for you. Your routine contained of going on lonely walks every evening, you’d run away the second Johnny entered the house and came back around 9 just in time your eyes looked less puffy from crying. You felt broken and didn’t know how to fix yourself. You didn’t know by now what you mourned about more: Jinyoung, your previous relationship with Johnny or the life you now lived. You hated everything and the heaviness in your chest sometimes made it hard to breathe. You didn’t know if Johnny pretended to not see or really didn’t see you struggle. You were thankful and hated it at the same time because you wanted to talk about it but had no idea where’d it lead the both of you. You were thankful he never asked to join you on these walks and never talked you out of them. You were satisfied enough you two lived a life of two distant neighbours.

“You’re late tonight.“ you smiled at Johnny when he entered the room. You already turned off the lights and put your phone away to charge, he never came late, and it felt weird to you that you didn’t even worry, you didn’t even message him or ask him.

“I am.“ he nodded and moved closer to bed, closing the door behind him.

“I’m going to sleep now, so good night.“ You sighed and turned to your side.

“Wait.“ Johnny moved to the side of the bed you faced now and squatted in front of you. You could smell the strong alcohol odore.

“You went drinking? Without me?“ You pouted playfully and chuckled.

“Yeah.“ He nodded and leaned on to the bed with his hands. “Move.“ he whispered and you squinted your eyes, pushing your body closer to the center of the bed. Johnny laid himself on the edge of the bed, moving closer to you.

“Your clothes are dirty.“ You whispered, feeling his hand on your waist through the duvet.

“I can take them off.“ his other hand snaked under your head, wrapping it around your neck to caress your cheek with his thumb. You wrapped your hands around his waist and chuckled. You missed Johnny being this way, you missed him being flirtatious. You didn’t realise he acted different too, you guessed you were as selfish as ever thinking of yourself only. He probably struggled too, felt you two getting distant. He couldn’t be blind. “I miss just laying with you and discussing random things.” he sighed and pulled you closer.

“I do too.” you whispered, finding a comfortable position to rest your body against his.

“We can start doing it again.” you raised your head to look at him and he gave you a smile. “I want to get my best friend back but with all the new benefits.” he smirked and ran his hand under the duvet that now barely hid your body inside of it. His hand being wrapped around your neck helped him lean in and not let you move, making you damn sure he’d want to kiss. You guessed you should’ve expected this since he was drunk and probably felt more careless than he usually did. You felt relaxed being this close to him and for a moment the thought that you moved on from Jinyoung and was ready to finally love Johnny made you scared shitless. The moment his lips laid atop of yours you felt his mood change with your every fibre. Johnny moved his body more onto you, pressing you down with his body. Johnny’s tongue slipped into your mouth when you opened it to tell him to take it easy, but the only sound you were able to make sounded more like a moan to him. Your hands held onto his waist, waiting for the moment he let you go, but it didn’t seem like he was done yet. You kissed not more than 5 times throughout the year. The first one was when he began sleeping in the same bed as you. Twice your friends forced you when they couldn’t believe you were an ‘item’, but those were more of an innocent pecks, so you could bare with those. The other two times happened when Johnny was drunk and you couldn’t say no, just like today, but this tonight felt more forceful on his side.

You felt Johnny crawl his palm up your back, getting under the shirt you wore for bed. You shivered in what he thought was pleasure but actually was fear. You feared he’d think you wanted him. His palm traveled down your back, while he was sucking on your tongue, touching the skin of your butt through the material of your sleeping pants. You stiffened and waited what he’ll do, making you move your hands onto his shoulders when his fingers squeezed your butt. Your hands were trying to pull him off in a playful manner, to not disrespect his feelings. He felt you push, separating your mouths.

“I’m really tired. Let’s not today.” you sighed and tried to move back from him but he held you stronger.

“Let’s not today and when?” he asked calmly and stared at you. You chuckled and brushed his hair off his forehead.

“When we’ll both feel like it.” you let go of him.

“And when will it happen?” he looked at you seriously.

“Maybe next time you’ll be home not so late.” you gifted him a smile, wishing to end it quickly.

“Can’t you do once something for me?” he seemed annoyed and you had a feeling you two will fight tonight.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” you sighed.

“No, you’re not. You’ve been living here for 10 months, 7 months out of those we were doing this thing where we pretended we’re dating. We promised to stay faithful, I did it. I never slept with anyone, I’m asking not much from you. You slept with 10 random guys a week and now you can’t spare me a fucking evening? I came to you nicely, I didn’t do anything wrong, and you’re just tired. You’re always fucking tired, and I’m tired of you. Tired of doing everything for you and getting nothing in return.” he shouted now and made you feal completely guilty.

“Johnny, I’m sorry, I…I just…” there were barely any words you had for him.

“Take your pants off.”

“What?” you looked at him puzzled.

“I want you.”

“Johnny, you’re not like that.” you pressed your hands against his chest to keep distance.

“Just tell me you fucking want me. Or what? All those evenings you left for a walk you actually left to fuck?”

“Johnny?” you felt tears prickling your eyes.

“Come on, baby.” he sighed and leaned in to you. “I’m sorry about what I said, I really want you. I love you, I want nobody but you.”

“You…what?” you grabbed his face lightly to pull him from you.

“I love you, for real love you, even though you don’t feel the same way now, I’m here to wait for this day to come.” he whispered and leaned in, kissing you once again. Softer, than he ever did. You didn’t protest, allowing him to move his lips onto your jaw and neck, thinking you’d be able to stop him there and just lie down to sleep. You felt his fingers move over to your stomach, caressing it.

“John…” you took a deep breath.

“Shhh…” he whispered into your skin, tugging onto the skin of your collarbone with his teeth. His fingers ran up your stomach in circle motions, slowing down right under your chest. You knew if he’d touch you there he’d make everything change. You were hoping he’d change it for the best but deep down you knew it’ll be the other way round. “Just don’t think about it.” he whispered, moving his head back onto your neck and kissing it slowly, moving his fingers over your left breast, palming it lightly. You held your breath, squeezing your eyes. You tried to count to 100, hoping the time will pass by quickly. You felt him let go and opened your eyes, only to see his focused gaze on your chest, rolling up your shirt.

“Johnny.” you murmured and tried to distract him from taking your clothes off.

“Mmh?” he looked you in the eyes. He looked sober, he looked soft. There wasn’t any blinding will in his gaze, there wasn’t drunkness that would make him regret what he did tomorrow. His eyes looked at you the way you always looked at Jinyoung, you felt shivers run down your back.

“Want to go out tomorrow? We can have real fun and then…” you swallowed a lump in your throat. “And then we could have even more fun.” he shook his head disapprovingly, dropping on his side of the bed.

“Come here.” Johnny commanded for you to come closer.

“What?” you smiled and came to him.

“Remember what you promised last month?” he sat on the bed and extended his arm to you when you stood in front of him, resting it on your thigh. Your heart fell into your heels, knowing exactly what he meant. “It’s been a month… not a day as you said…” his hand stroked your thigh up and down.

“I…” you chuckled awkwardly.

“You what?” he smirked and pulled you closer to stand between his legs.

“I’m a shy girl I don’t want to insist on something you don’t want.” Johnny laughed out loud.

“I didn’t know that.” he laughed and pulled you in so you had no option but to press your knee against the mattress. “Top or bottom? You never said before what you like.” he forced you to sit on his lap and you felt scared , trying to not look like you were about to die from fear.

“It don’t matter as long as it’s good.” you smirked and sat confidently. Suddenly the thought that he’d back off when he’ll see you confident brightened up your brain and you tried to act as if he was a distant stranger.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry, it will be good.” the smirk you rarely saw brightened up his face and his arms wrapped around your waist, locking your lips together. Your hands wrapped around his neck. This, you could do, this didn’t made you feel as disgusting anymore as it used to. He flipped you on your back and undid the zipper of your jeans way quicker than you could work it out, feeling his fingers caress the skin above your underwear. “When we were 15, I thought that you’re the best girl in the whole wide world. It’s been over 10 years since back then, nothing’s changed. You’re still the only one I care for, still the best girl. No, you’re the best woman.” he stared at you to see your reaction, but you weren’t able to come up with anything else except for pulling him in for a kiss. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, he slid his hand inside of your panties, making you whimper at the unexpected touch. Johnny sighed into your mouth heavily, kissing you again. He slipped his fingers onto your slit, rubbing it in pleasures movements that made your panic attack arise.

“Johnny?” you broke the kiss, holding his head in your hands.

“Yeah?” he stared you in the eyes, forcing with his other hand your legs to bend. Johnny leaned more over you, pushing his finger inside of you. You gasped and tensed even more than you did before. “Wow, chill out, it’s just me.” he chuckled and sat back up, caressing your thighs with his fingers to calm you down.

“I want you.” you whispered.

“You do?” he asked as if he wasn’t expecting it from you.

“It’s weird to want you, but I do.” you forced a smile and tried to calm down. The quicker he’ll get inside of you, the quicker it’ll end. The tactic to get it over with quickly looked like the only bearable option.

“I’m… glad you’re finally saying your true feelings.” he smiled and began moving his finger inside of you at a slow pace. You closed your eyes to not look at him, to think of other things, maybe imagine it’s a dream. The heaviness in your chest was arising and as long as your heart and brain were filled with nothing but panic and fear, you felt how the lower part of your body was getting turned on. You hated the fact this turned you on but on the other hand this was beneficial in many other ways, because you were scared you won’t even be able to get wet for him. “I’ve been wondering for over a decade what would you taste like.” he whispered and slipped his fingers out of you, making you open your eyes. You looked at him, wondering what he’d do next. His fingers pulled material of your jeans down your legs, leaving your underwear on. He raised his eyes to look at you and you gave him a smile that reassured him in whatever. His hands roamed around your body, going up your bare legs, he kissed your hip bone, drawing a trail of kisses with his lips up your stomach. Johnny quickly helped himself with his hands to raise your shirt up, sucking in one of your nipples into his mouth the next second. You hated to hate it, grabbing onto his head harshly, you tried to stop yourself from snapping. You knew your body was taking everything he was giving, but your brain still worked.

You gave him permission, you said you wanted him, you could’ve just said no. And oh well, you should’ve said no many months ago to just your stupid idea. But Johnny was your partner in life. You knew it, you knew it because you were the one to suggest it. You just needed time to get over Jinyoung, before starting all this. Jinyoung, your thoughts drifted back to him. You haven’t heard of him in almost a year, was he fine? He most definitely was, he’s always fine. Did he at least felt bad at first? Did he feel guilt because of what happened…? Did any of this happen for real? The question you asked yourself everyday but was too weak and scared to find out for real. Drifting from one though to the other in your head, you felt Johnny’s lips on your lower stomach, raising your head to see him. He looked at you, licking his lips before going a tid bit lower.

“Johnny…?” your brain was working hard to come up with something to say.

“Hm?” you held his head in your hands lightly, pulling him back next to your face. “I wanted to…” you didn’t let him finish his sentence.

“I want us to feel good together, just take your pants off and do it.”you whispered into his lips and kissed him yourself. Kissed him voluntarily for the first time in your life and it might’ve felt good if it wasn’t buried in the lies.

“Okay.” he smirked and pulled back, standing with his knees on the bed. You could hear him undo his zipper. Your eyes ran up to the ceiling, counting the lightbulbs. You never wondered in your life what Johnny’s manhood looked like, you never wanted to know anything about it, not even for whatever fun. Your eyes focused on his face, trying to ignore Johnny’s obvious pumping of his cock. “This is fucking insane.” he whispered excitedly and suddenly you wondered if he was a little tipsy.

“Yeah.” you nodded and saw him lean in. The moments before made you feel like you died inside. You tried not to blink to seem fine, you had to look him in the eyes because he was staring right back at you. He smiled and lowered his eyes to where you were supposed to meet. Even the thought of Johnny looking at your bare body made sickness go up to your throat.

He propped himself on the elbows and kissed your lips quickly. His face pressed against your neck and you could feel his fingers on your slit again. The moment every motion from him disappeared your heart stopped beating, making the tears prickle your eyes the second you felt him push past your entrance.

You couldn’t believe your best friend was thrusting his hips against yours now. The tears began flooding unexpectedly, thankfully being silenced by Johnny’s grunts and whimpers.

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sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me

Alex is still in his hole and gets a new friend, while Michael gets confused even more. (chapter 1, or read on ao3)

Apologies for the cliffhanger at the end, part 3 (the final part) will be posted before the new episode airs.

Enjoy! 😁❤️

Chapter 2 - check my vitals signs to know I'm still alive, and I walk alone

The relief didn’t last long. Because as soon as Alex spoke, the dread and the fear came back.

“Michael,” he said, rushing to him, who was still frozen in place.

“Thank God you’re okay.” He wrapped his arms around him, and Michael instinctively hugged him back.

But something was wrong.

The pieces want to be together. Michael remembered what he had told Alex, many times before. A metaphor for their own relationship. So why did Michael feel empty when Alex was standing in front of him?

“Are you okay?” asked Alex, stepping away, a frown on his face. “I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Michael forced a smile, “I am,” he said, stepping closer, “I just thought you were off chasing weather balloons.”

Alex brought his hand to cradle Michael’s face, and the alien glass on Michael’s chest felt cold again.

“I was,” said Alex, brushing his thumb on Michael’s cheek, “I found it, but there was no trace of alien goo on it. I called you, but when you didn’t answer, I was worried so I tracked you here.”

He turned around, indicating the shed they were in.

“I was worried about you too,” replied Michael, “when you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

He didn’t ask how Alex had tracked him to a random barn in the middle of the desert, especially since both his phone and the tracker that Cam gave him were destroyed.

Alex brought his other hand to Michael’s face. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t have cell service.”

Michael didn’t mention the satellite phone he knew Alex had taken with him.

Alex brought their faces together for a kiss, which wasn’t as different for any of their previous kisses. His lips felt the same as they always did, soft but slightly chapped. The slight stubble burnt in a familiar way on Michael’s upper lip, and Alex’s hands on the back of his neck felt like they truly belonged here.

All this would be enough for the dread to leave, if not for the lack of heat. Both in a literal and a figurative sense. The heat between them wasn’t the same as usual. When most kisses would lead Michael to think of more, this one didn’t.

When Alex usually took Michael’s breath away, and kissing him felt like a reward and a gift, and the most precious thing in the world, this time it didn’t.

When Michael’s heart would beat strongly enough to warm his entire body, any time he was in the same vicinity as Alex, this time he felt cold.

The alien glass around Michael’s neck became cold and heavy, an ice brick slammed into his chest. He took a quick step back, breaking the kiss, panting as his lungs weren’t properly filling up.

He looked up to Alex, whose worry was clear on his face. Alex took a step closer, putting his right hand on Michael’s shoulder, and slightly squeezing it.

“Michael? What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, just like it was when Michael had a nightmare and Alex was comforting him.

Except, something was different, wrong. Michael couldn’t explain it, but this wasn’t the Alex he knew and loved.

So he did the most logical thing he could do. He ran. As fast as he could. As far from the barn as he could. Not looking back.

For he needed to find Alex. His Alex. The one that made him feel like he belonged. The one who warmed his heart and his body. The one he didn’t want to live without.

However fast he ran, Michael didn’t make it very far. Not even out of the barn, an invisible force threw him against the closest wall, hard enough to make him pass out.

—

Max opened his eyes with a groan, but he still couldn’t see. He turned to his side and coughed, struggling to get up and to find balance in the pitch black place he was in.

“Your eyes will get used to it, eventually.” said a voice coming from his right, a few feet away.

“Alex,” he said as soon as he recognized the voice talking.

Then, he remembered his new friend, the third alien, Tezca, and her abilities. He sat up, using his hands on the ground for balance, turning to where he heard Alex’s voice come from.

“Where is he?” he asked, squinting his eyes and willing them to adapt to the darkness faster. “If you hurt him I swear –”

Alex interrupted him with a snicker, “Evans, I’ve been in this fucking hole for way too fucking long. I do not have the time nor the energy for your stupid ass games. It’s me. And I’m pretty sure I haven’t hurt anyone.”

Max was taken aback by Alex’s tone, having known him as the usually calm guy, and not the captain that made his soldiers follow orders.

After staring at Alex for long enough, in silence, he was starting to distinguish the form of his body. Alex had been right, his eyes did get used to the darkness.

“There’s a small hole on the ceiling,” Alex continued, “It took a few hours, but eventually you’ll be able to see more or less perfectly.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be chasing weather balloons?” asked Max, instantly cursing himself. They were clearly in some sort of cave, without any weather balloon in sight.

“I was. Didn’t make it very far in the desert, though.” Max heard movement, possibly Alex shifting position to make himself more comfortable. Not that he could actually see him well enough to confirm.

“About four and a half miles out of Roswell, locusts started flying into my car,” he continued, and it was then that Max started to hear a roughness in his voice that wasn’t there before.

Alex was weighing his words, deciding which were worth using saliva on. His sentences were short, while still making sure that Max could understand him.

“I got out. Some lady was waiting for me. And I got buried alive. No big deal.”

Max could hear the ironic smile in Alex’s voice, and he froze as he realised exactly how long Alex had been in the cave. He wasn’t just in a no service zone, he had been stuck in this hole for days, with seemingly little to no access to food or water, and no notion of time.

Yet he still made sure to add some snark when he talked to Max.

That made him smile, and at least confirmed that he was indeed with the Alex Manes he knew, and not a shapeshifting alien.

“Wait, you, you were buried alive?”

He heard Alex chuckle drily. “Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’, “and so were you. Quicksand.”

Max blinked a few times, thinking of the last thing he remembered before waking up in the cave under the desert.

Cam being injured. Jones’ body. Tezca.

“Shit.”

Alex was silent, all snark and sarcasm gone.

“What?” he asked, worry clear in his voice.

And Max realised that not only did Alex not know about the third alien who could shapeshift, he also didn’t know about Mimi dying, or Michael going undercover.

They were currently stuck in a hole, with no apparent way out.

“Did the woman,” Maw started to ask, “did they give you water and food?”

Considering how long it had been since Alex had left town, it was unlikely he would have survived so long without food or water.

Alex hummed, “They come once a day. In about two hours I’d say?” He looked up to the ceiling, to what Max could guess as a little hole where the light came through.

“They?”

Alex hummed again, “I’ve seen a man and a woman, so far. They don’t talk, they just drop sealed bags of food and water through the same hole you landed from.”

He didn’t bother pointing, knowing that either way Max wouldn’t be able to see.

“So,” he continued, “what did I miss?”

Max cleared his throat unsure where to start. “Well,” he started, going for a chronological summary of the events of the last few days.

—

The first thing Michael felt as he woke up was hard metal pressing on his wrists. He opened his eyes slowly, to see that he was back in the barn, and that his hands were handcuffed to a pipe.

He tried to use his powers to untie himself, but couldn’t, despite how hard he tried. He had been dosed by yellow pollen. Annihilating his powers.

“You’re awake,” said Alex, in his soft voice, sitting on Michael’s left. He too was handcuffed to a pipe, but he was looking at Michael with a smile, seemingly not bothered about the current situation.

As he looked at Alex, Michael realised that unlike before, he now felt comforted. Instinctively he smiled back, and leaned forward, closer to Alex, who kissed him back. The kiss was different from the previous one too. It was warm, and soft, and if they weren’t handcuffed, Michael had no doubt that it would lead to something more.

As they broke apart, and Michael lost himself in the comforting, warm, soft, brown eyes in front of him, he wondered what the dread and fear he had previously felt was all about.

When he looked at Alex now, all Michael felt was love.

“What happened?” he asked, noticing that the events following kissing Alex as he entered the barn were blurry.

“I don’t know,” Alex answered, putting his head on Michael’s shoulder. “We were thrown in the air, and I woke up attached to this pipe.”

Michael nodded, silent, forcing his brain to remember, but with not much success. He looked ahead, waiting for the next thing to happen. And once danger came, he would be ready. Because he had Alex now. And that was all that mattered.

—

“So,” Alex said, taking a deep breath and sorting the information that Max gave him. His tone became cold, and sharp, as he continued speaking.

“You’re telling me that Michael is missing, and that there’s a shapeshifting alien out there.”

Max stayed silent, but closed his eyes and he himself realised what it all meant.

“Mimi DeLuca died,” Alex continued, talking to himself, making sense of what he just found out.

“And Jones’ body is missing. Fuck.”

Max opened his eyes again and nodded. He could see more of his surroundings, like the empty bags of crisps and empty bottles carefully put to the side of the cave. He turned to Alex as he heard a groan, and saw the other man standing up, using the wall for leverage.

“Alex, what are you doing?”

Alex huffed as he got up, brushing his trousers. He brought his hand to his neck, and got his dog tags from under his shirt.

“My necklace is missing,” he stated.

He wasn’t really speaking to Max, looking down at clothes that, now that Alex was closer, didn’t belong to him. They were too big, and most definitely not Alex’s style.

“The pieces want to be together,” he continued. “They’re going to use it against Michael.”

He turned to Max, stepping closer. Max looked up to him, his eyes widening as he finally got a proper look on Alex.

“I need to get the fuck out of this hole. I need to find Michael.”

“Alex,” Max interrupted, speaking slowly. “Your eyes are naturally brown, right?”

—

“What was your plan anyways?” Alex asked, his head still on Michael’s shoulder.

Michael hummed in question. “What do you mean?”

Alex sat up straight and turned his upper body to face Michael. “Surely you had a plan, no? Otherwise why would you be in a random barn?”

He looked at Michael with such a soft smile, that it made Michael’s insides melt, and all he wanted to do was talk to Alex. He leaned closer, as close as he could with his hands still attached to the wall, and whispered.

“I was undercover.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, wanting to know more, and so Michael gave it to him. He laid his entire plan, what he discovered about Oasis, and what his mother had built.

“You must be happy now,” Alex said, still smiling. “What you’ve always wanted may be fulfilled. You can go home Michael.”

Michael frowned at him and leaned back. “Do you – do you want me to go?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted. And I love you, I want you to be happy.”

Alex moved closer to Michael, so that their eyes met.

“The only way for you to be happy, Michael, is with your people.”

Michael was taken aback by this, not expecting Alex to tell him to go. But it made him think too, about his life-long dream, about his past, and the future he saw himself in.

Maybe Alex was right, he thought, looking at the wall straight ahead of him. He didn’t particularly consider himself unhappy, at that moment, especially since he and Alex had gotten back together. But who didn’t want to be even happier?

—

“Alex?” Max asked softly, seeing him stumble towards the wall and punch it, hard enough for his knuckles to bleed.

“Are you okay?”

“What the fuck do you think, Evans?” came the sharp reply.

“A shapeshifting alien is walking around with my face, wanting to hurt my boyfriend. I’ve never been better.”

Another punch to the wall. This time, Alex hissed as he shook his hand. He turned to Max, before falling to the ground, his back against the wall, in the original position Max had found him.

“There’s no way out,” he whispered, loud enough for Max to hear him. “I’ve been here long enough to know that. And you don’t seem to have your powers –” He looked at Max for confirmation, who shook his head, defeated.

“We’re fucked.”

They looked at each other, feeling useless.

Alex closed his eyes and thought of Michael. Deep in his bones, he knew that Michael would figure it out. That Michael would find a way for them to be reunited again.

The only question was: at what cost?

—

Michael couldn't really explain how the realisation came to him. He was looking at Alex, whose head was on his shoulder, and his eyes went down the other man's body, to make sure he was truly okay.

And that's when he saw it. The alien glass around Alex's neck. It wasn't too visible, yet it seemed carefully placed, as to slightly stick out of his shirt, enough for Michael to see but not be suspicious.

However, it did not have the desired effect. As Michael looked down at the necklace, he thought of his half, and realised that it was missing.

Before, when the alien glass had been in contact with him, he had felt cold, and empty. Like the person standing in front of him was not Alex. And worse even, it felt like his Alex was in danger.

But now, the alien glass was missing.

There was still a lot he didn't know about alien tech. But there was one thing he knew for certain: the pieces want to be together. He had discovered that as he was rebuilding the console.

No matter what the pieces were for, if they fit, they wanted to do it. Instantly going where they belonged.

As he looked at Alex, at the necklace he had made, he realised that maybe the reason why he had felt cold and empty earlier, was simply because the alien glass knew that this was not his Alex.

His eyes continued to trail down Alex's body, purely by instinct. And to either confirm or deny his theory. Everything seemed as normal as could be, an accurate representation of the Alex he knew and loved.

Until he reached Alex's right wrist. And what he saw there made his blood boil.

(chapter 3)

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