#A Bitter-suite Reunion

[jellyfishthingblog]

You can ignore this if you'd like to!

I want gender neutral where reader is an old friend or lover who left Zaun before Silco’s rise. Their return stirs unresolved feelings and bitterness, reigniting both tension and passion

This could be a mix of angst and 18+

"Ah, Reunions."

Author's Note: First request, was very excited while writing this, hope you lot enjoy!! (This is not proof read + English isn't my first language, so apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes!)

Disclaimer: This is an 18+ blog, so if you're a minor please click off! If you feel uncomfortable reading this at any point, you are more than welcome to click off too!

Contains: gn!reader, reader referred to as Y/N, a very long backstory, Y/N accused of murder, angst in the beginning, smut at the end, no specific genetlia stated for Y/N (stated to have a hole), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), groping, Silco referred to as 'Darling', Y/N referred to as 'Sweetheart', sweet talk, hurt/comfort, praise (y/n receiving)

Y/N and Silco. An inseparable duo. Their first meeting when they were ten.

Y/N was known to be one of the happier and more beautiful children, as if the world could never get in their way, or even harm them!

Silco was quite... the opposite. He was more closed off, and was even compared to a rat by the other children, because of his skinny figure, long limbs and fingers. At least he had his angelic eyes going for him.

The sun rose up slowly, the light just barely reaching the streets of the Undercity and it's only playground. That didn't stop children from arriving and thriving with each other. Amongst those children was Y/N. Their eyes full of joy and glee as the other kids immediately came up to them, begging to play. How could they ever refuse?

Hours pass, children still playing as the sun was fully up, shining brightly. Silco was hiding in an alleyway, not close enough to be seen, but not too far for him to see the children playing. Vander came up behind him.

"Hey, why don't you ever join them?" Vander asked Silco, sitting down next to him.

"... I want to, but I don't want to scare them away." Silco responded simply.

"Who?" Vander queried.

"Y/N..." Silco murmured, his eyes fixed on Y/N and full of wonder and admiration.

"Oh, c'mon Silco! Hey, I challenge you to go up to them and give them something, at the very least, if you're not going to speak to them." Vander proposed.

Silco sneered.

"Give them what? They deserve something better than what I could ever find here." Silco stated.

"I heard their favourite flower is a dandelion." Vander casually mentioned.

"Dandelions? That's not a flower, it's a weed. I'm sure someone as smart as Y/N would know that..." Silco huffed.

"Dandelions are easy to find, you can make one of those mini bouquets to show off that you know." Vander added.

Silco hummed.

"Tomorrow... I'll do it tomorrow at school." Silco said.

"Really?" Vander exclaimed. "Are you actually?"

"Yes. I'm not a coward." Silco stated.

The next day, he did indeed do as he said he would. Early in the morning, Silco gathered up as many dandelions as he could before going to school. He carefully tied them together with a string he found into a bow and put it inside a box.

When break time arrived, the children all went out to the school yard and played. Y/N was stood in the middle of playground, speaking with a few others.

Silco held the box in his hand, trying to work up the courage to walk up to them when Vander came up behind him.

"C'mon buddy, you got this. The worst they can do is say no, right?" Vander quietly cheered Silco on.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked up behind Y/N. One of the girls that were speaking with Y/N noticed him.

"Ah! Silco the Rat!" She screamed, running away, the other children following suit.

All the other children heard it too, they all laughed at him as Y/N turned to look behind them, finding Silco.

Avoiding eye contact, Silco held out the mini bouquet of dandelions to Y/N. The other children seemed to laugh harder and louder.

"Look, he brought dandelions!"

"The Rat is in love!"

Y/N wasn't listening to anything, too focused on the cute boy in front of them with the mini bouquet of their favourite flowers.

Y/N took the mini bouquet and smiled.

"Thank you. Dandelions are my favourite." They told him.

Their words were louder than any insult to Silco.

'Did they just say thank you?' Silco thought. "They're not insulting me?'

A small blush crept on to his stunned face, he just nodded and walked away as quickly as he could.

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"I remember going back home, putting the dandelions in a vase and on my nightstand." Y/N muttered into Silco's chest. "They didn't leave that spot till every single one wilted."

Silco chuckled.

"Is that so?" He humoured, kissing Y/N's temple softly.

Moonlight slipped through the thin curtains. Their legs were tangled together as the sheets lay messily over both of them, clear evidence of them having a passionate love-making session.

In the morning, the sun just started rising when Silco and Y/N arrived at their shift in the mines.

Suddenly, Enforcers came running in, leaving everyone there confused.

"Oi, what's going on?" Vander asked, stopping the Enforcers from coming any closer to the mine.

"We're looking for someone named Y/N. They have been found guilty of a murder that occurred last night." The Commander stated. "Give them to us now."

"Y/N? Murder? No way." Vander argued.

"We have evidence and a trial today, we must take them now." The Officer retorted quickly.

Silco turned to Y/N.

"You were with me last night, how is that possible?" He asked.

"I don't know. I swear I never did such a thing." Y/N responded.

"Y/N." Vander called out, gesturing for them to come over.

Y/N did so and the Enforcers took them away.

—

That night was 15 years ago.

Many things changed. Vander is gone, the Silco that Y/N knew too. Or so they heard.

But that's okay, Y/N is changed too.

Y/N outgrew their sunshine, who could never do no harm, phase within the first year of being in that wretched prison.

Their face was the somewhat the same though. Those beautiful wide eyes that were once filled with joy and curiosity, now sharp and filled with cunning thoughts. That once soft and round face now more structured and refined.

But the good thing is though, tonight Y/N has been released from prison.

They walked slowly through the streets, looking around the city, nostalgia slapping them in the face. It was all familiar, but... different too. They couldn't put a finger on it.

—

Meanwhile, Silco was sitting in his office.

Jinx left to her room not too long ago after a conversation with him. He was sat there pondering, lighting a cigar in hand. He took a deep puff, closing his eyes, letting the smoke escape past his lips.

The Last Drop has been open for only two hours now, but the noise could be heard from upstairs, creating background noise for Silco.

Half an hour passed when the noise from the bar abruptly silenced. Silco sat up slowly, confusion etched on his face. Soon, there were rushed footsteps on the stairs then a knock on the office door.

"Somebody better be dying." Silco huffed, annoyed.

"Somebody is looking for you, said they just got out of prison." Sevika answered behind the door. "Told me to tell you their name is Y/N."

Silco froze.

'Y/N? No...' Silco thought. 'That's not possible... They're still alive?'

Silco stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out to the stairs. His eyes locked on to Y/N standing in the middle of the bar, a whiskey in their hand.

They looked up at him and smirked.

Silco frowned, disbelief in his expression.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you Y/N?" He humoured, returning his face to neutral.

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants, darling." They replied, taking a sip of their drink.

Silco scoffed. Y/N took that as a sign to walk up the stairs to take a proper look at him.

When they reached the top stair, they had a full view of Silco. Their eyes lingered on the scar that wasn't there when they last saw him.

"So, what did I miss?" Y/N asked.

Silco rolled his eyes and turned to go back to his office, Y/N didn't take offense and followed him. They shut the door behind them.

Silco put out his cigar in the tray on his desk. He was slightly panicked, not having expected the feelings he buried long ago to have raised up once more. Especially from having just a glimpse of Y/N for the first time in a decade and a half. He was so deep in thought, he didn't noticed Y/N calling out to him.

"-ilco? Silco? Are you alright?" Y/N asked, standing behind him.

"I'm fine." Silco snapped through gritted teeth.

"Then answer my question. What happened to your gorgeous face?" Y/N snapped back.

Silco turned to look at Y/N, his brows furrowed.

"You would have known if you didn't leave me all those years ago." Silco stated in a frustrated manner.

Y/N threw their glass to the side. It hit the wall, shattering at impact and dropping to the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for having been framed for a murder I didn't commit!" Y/N yelled. "I'm sorry you didn't have the heart to visit me to tell me what's been happening! Do you think this was easy for me? No one ever visited me! I was disconnected from this city, not having a single clue whether you, or Vander, or even Felicia were alive or not!"

Y/N was stepping closer with each word, making Silco step back, the back of his legs hitting the desk.

"Those two are dead!" He yelled back. The distance between the two just mere centimetres. "There was a war between Zaun and Piltover, the Enforcers killed Felicia! Vander tried to kill me, hence the fucking scar."

He gestured to his face.

"That coward couldn't even finish the job. So he had died too, leaving Felicia's children behind. I don't know where Vi is, but I took Powder in. Her name is Jinx now." He added. "There. You're all caught up. Happy?"

Y/N just stood there, stunned. For a moment, or two. They sighed.

"I'm sorry... I was wrong to yell at you. I see that now, but-" They muttered, pausing. "Oh! Stop being so stoic, Silco! Go on. Shout, scream, say something!"

Silco face softened, his hand coming to cradle Y/N's face. To confirm that Y/N wasn't just a figment of his imagination, and to reassure them too.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." He whispered, leaning his face closer and giving Y/N many chances to move away. But they didn't.

Silco pressed his lips against Y/N's, feeling their warmth. Y/N put one hand in Silco's hair, the other on his hip, pulling him impossibly closer. Silco moved his other hand to Y/N's lower back, hands craving to touch Y/N as much as he could, grabbing whatever flesh he could reach. Y/N moaned softly when Silco touched their inner thighs.

"Hm, still as sensitive as I remember?" Silco teased, kissing along Y/N's jawline.

"Or... It's been too long since I felt your touch." Y/N whispered, barely holding back a whine.

Silco chuckled, he turned both of them around, pinning Y/N to his office desk.

"I guess I better make up for what you, oh so desperately missed, shouldn't I?" Silco continued to tease.

"Please..." Y/N whined softly.

"Well, how could I refuse when you ask so nicely for me, sweetheart?" Silco chuckled.

He leaned in, tracing kisses along Y/N's jaw and down to their neck. Paying extra attention to the spot between the collarbone, all while tracing his hands down to slide down their trousers.

While he's busy with that, Y/N has a hard time keeping quiet. Their hands tangling in Silco's hair, messing it up.

"No need to be quiet. Let me hear those pretty noises, sweetheart." Silco whispered in Y/N's ear.

Y/N's thighs tried to shut together unconsciously, but Silco only spread them wider.

"Not on my watch." He adds.

He unbuckles his trousers, freeing his hard on. He brings one hand up to Y/N's mouth.

"Open wide."

Y/N allows Silco to put two of his digits in, in turn they suck and lick.

"That's it, good job sweetheart."

Once he felt that his fingers were lubricated enough, he took them out of Y/N's mouth and down to their now exposed hole. He slowly inserted them, feeling Y/N clench around him desperately. Y/N couldn't help but let out a pathetic whine once Silco's fingers were fully in.

"Hm, that's it. Let me hear how much you missed me." Silco whispered.

Y/N moaned as Silco started to slowly move his fingers. Their hands reached over to Silco's shoulders, gripping him tightly as they made the sweetest sounds for Silco. Once their hole was ready, in Silco's opinion, he pulled his fingers out, earning a desperate whine from Y/N. He aligned his tip, which was leaking pre-cum, to the hole. He looked down to Y/N's face.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Mhm." They replied.

He slowly pushed his tip in, enjoying the feeling, making him groan softly.

"Seems like I'm not the only one who missed this." Y/N teased.

Silco simply smirked. He placed his hands on either side of Y/N, then thrusted deep into their hole. They moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion.

"You gonna keep teasing, or will you be a good doll for me?" He teased back.

"I will be good, I promise. Just don't stop." Y/N moaned.

Silco listened. He gradually increased his speed, making sure to hit the spot that makes them make the sweetest sound each time.

"You sound so angelic, sweetheart." Silco praised.

Y/N managed to only grip Silco's shoulders tighter and whine louder in response. And when Y/N's hole squeezed Silco's dick just right, he whimpered. Y/N smirked.

"Did I hear that correctly, darling?" Y/N teased in between pants. "That was hot."

Silco rolled his eyes, but his ears turning red betrayed his real embarrassment. Just then, Silco hit the right spot at the perfect force making Y/N arch their back. He took that as a sign to keep doing just that, bringing them closer to the edge.

"Fuck... Right there. Don't stop." Y/N mumbled incoherently.

Silco leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into their ear. That was the final straw to tip them over the edge. Their thighs squeezed Silco's waist, their hands gripped harder and leaving marks on his shoulders, head thrown back as their orgasm hit them hard. Silco following suit after, burying his cock deep.

The two took a moment to collect themselves, relishing in the afterglow.

"Such a good doll." Silco whispered between groans as he pulled out.

"Only for you." Y/N whispered back.

[azen13]

Looking at the items the Starlight Pawnshop has to offer... I'd like to purchase the < Avian Necklace >, please. Because a pretty little songbird deserves only the prettiest chain with which to tie it down.

Paradise Lost, Paradise Found

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Avian Necklace: A silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of a bird mid-flight, imbued with a strange energy strong enough to shackle its wearer in paradise forever.

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Description: After the Charmony Festival, Sunday returns to Penacony with the Stellaron Hunters, desperate to be reunited with his lover.

CW: Yandere Themes, Brainwashing, Mind Control, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Intense Distress, Manipulation

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It is a Monday night in Penacony, and all is well in the world.

Sure, your hotel room is cramped. The mattress is lumpy. The view is horrible. But it is real, and that is all that matters to you. After an eternity of dreams so sweet you felt like you were drowning in joy, you would rather be stuck in this dingy hotel room than some luxury VIP suite anyways. It’s comforting in all its imperfections. 

That is, until you hear someone knock on your door.

The sound is rhythmic, three short, quick, evenly spaced knocks. It’s all you truly need to know who stands outside your door. Your heart already knows, beating so fast you feel like you could go into cardiac arrest. 

But then you hear his voice. Smooth and rich like espresso, laced with a subtle sweetness. “Darling,” Sunday whispers quietly, “please, open the door.” It is both a request and a command, though it isn’t infused with Sunday’s usual pacifying power. 

He liked doing this when you realized Ena’s dream was all an illusion; he would give you a chance to submit and  acquiesce to his love and care, but when you inevitably refused, he had no qualms about worming his way into your mind. Once inside, he’d gently smash any shred of resistance you had, before pulling you into his arms and crooning his hymns, praising your holiness. 

Isn’t this dream so blissful? he would ask you quietly, his hands ghosting over your skin, soft as feathers. I can give you anything you want. In Ena’s dream, it was true. Sunday could give you anything you wanted, even your freedom. But you knew it was an artificial imitation of independence; no matter where you traveled in the pseudo-universe, he was always there, always watching you. That was good enough for him: knowing you were safe, his hands cupped around your world like the way one would hold a bird.

The sound of Sunday’s voice breaks you out of your momentary reverie. “My dove, please, I don’t want our reunion to be bitter, but it seems like you aren’t giving me a choice.” You can feel the resonant harmonies in Sunday’s words grow louder, gripping your mind gently, giving you one more chance to open the door through your own free will.

You look around your room for any way out. On the opposite wall is a single window. You’re on the first floor. All you have to do is break through it and find someone. Frantically, you rush over, scrounging around for something to break the glass. You hear a loud sigh. “I wish you could just understand, my love,” Sunday laments. 

The lock clicks.

Instantly, you are pounding and clawing on the glass like a rabid animal. In brief moments of clarity through your haze of desperation, you can feel your shoulder ache from ramming into the glass. Your throat feels raw. Someone is screaming. It’s you.

Sunday’s hands are just as excruciatingly tender as you remember, gliding over your arms and clasping your wrists in a tender but firm embrace. “Shh, it’s okay, my dear,” he whispers quietly. Beneath the insanity that clouds his own eyes, you can glimpse genuine concern in his gilded gaze. “Calm down, shh, yes, relax,” he coos. 

All of the sudden, the world goes soft and blurry; every color in your hotel room, the pallid, washed-out grays and pale, muted blues seem to turn into a psychedelic kaleidoscope, luring you deeper and deeper into a state of tranquility. 

With slow, delicate motions, Sunday lets go of one of your wrists, a placid smile gracing his face for a mere moment. Making sure that you won’t hurt yourself anymore than you already have, he reaches into one of his coat pockets, pulling out a small necklace imbued with the power of the Order. 

“After the Charmony Festival, I was in such a deep state of despair. I thought I had lost everything. My dreams. My power. My home. My sister. My love.” His grasp on your wrist tightens, though you’re so lost in his spell that you can’t even feel the pain. “But now…now I have you again, my dearest,” he whispers hoarsely. Sunday can hardly believe you are real, with how constant misfortune has haunted his life. Time and time again, he has lost everything. Everyone. All his dreams and aspirations have shattered to pieces like stars crashing down to the earth from the heavens. But not you.

“Perhaps my plan was ill-timed,” Sunday muses as he loops the chain of the necklace around your neck. “But for right now, if I can’t give everyone paradise, then at least I can give it to you. And that will be more than enough,” he whispers, taking your appearance in, drinking it in like a man without water for forty days. 

The effects of his tuning are fading, but the power of the necklace is taking root in your mind, warping and twisting it until you understand. Truly magnificent. He can see the clarity and consciousness in your eyes, but he can also see behind it, the compulsion to listen. 

“Now, we must go,” Sunday says, his hands moving to clutch both of yours, pulling you up from where you’re sitting on the floor. “The rest of the Stellaron Hunters are likely getting anxious and ready to leave.” Still, he can’t help but steal one more moment alone. He presses a quick, light kiss to your lips, looking at your splendor one last time.

His sweet, foolish, caged bird.

[koyagifs]

𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

pairing: san x reader au: ceo | arrange marriage genre: angst word count: 1.027 words summary: San struggles to finalize his divorce not ready to let you go warning(s): - part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“you know, if you truly wanted the divorce you would signed the papers already,” you said, taking a sip of your wine.

San glared at you, the pen in his hand slamming down onto the table. He leaned back into his chair, muttering nonsense as he took his phone out. Messages of his mistress taking over his screen. You held a smirk on your face, knowing exactly who is blowing up his phone.

“San, I’m tired of this cat and mouse game. Just signed the damn papers so we can get on with our lives.”

San tsk, shoving the papers away from him as he got up. You rolled your eyes, finishing the remainder of your wine. Your phone buzzed, a smile planted on your face as your new lover informed you of his arrival. San notices, his eyes narrowing as he catches the change in your expression.

“who is it this time? Is it Mingi? Maybe even Yunho, knowing you like to whore around with my friend.”

You pause, his venomous words hanging in the air between you. A slow, bitter smile spreads across your lips as you turn to face him fully. "Oh, is that really what you think?" you reply coolly, eyes locking with his.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, San. Besides, you lost the right to care a long time ago.”

His jaw clenches, and he crosses his arms tighter against his chest. "You didn’t answer the question," he spits, his gaze dark and piercing.

“ Is it Mingi? Or Yunho?” He steps closer, voice dripping with venom.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I don’t need to explain myself to you," you say calmly, meeting his fury with icy indifference. "The only thing I need from you is your signature."

San glares at you, his frustration boiling over. "You're unbelievable," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "You say you want to move on, yet you keep playing these games."

"Games?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow.

San’s breath hitches as you grip his face, tension between you two crackling like electricity. The memory of that night nearly a year ago washed over both of you —the same bitter dynamic. Yet, this time, theres a finality in the air, a sense that this dance is coming to its inevitable end.

He doesn’t move, his eyes locked yours, searching for any sign of the person he once knew. But you’ve changed, hardened by the betrayals, and now you hold all the power. His jaw tightens under your grip, he stays silent, letting you pull him closer as if daring to respond. You leaned in, a smirk planted on your lips. Hovering by his ear, your voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper.

“ Darling, if this was a game, you would have lost long ago,” you purred.

For a brief second, it’s as if time rewinds, taking him back to when things between you were different—when his touch was welcomed, when your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. His heart pounds against his ribcage, a desperate reminder of what he's losing. His hands twitch at his sides, fighting the instinct to reach out and pull you closer, to relive even a fragment of what you once had.

Your lips hover tantalizingly close to his, and his breath catches in his throat. It’s almost cruel how you know exactly how to undo him, how to make him feel that rush of desire and love that he thought was long gone. For that fleeting moment, he swears he can feel it again: the love, the warmth, the way his world used to revolve around you.

But then, the reality hits. Your eyes are no longer filled with love but with cold determination. The smirk on your lips isn’t one of playfulness but of finality. This isn’t a reunion; it’s a goodbye, and the taste of that realization is bitter.

“You feel that, San?” you murmur, barely above a whisper, your gaze never wavering from his. “That’s the past. And it’s not coming back.” You pull away, leaving a void in the space where your warmth used to be. His heart aches, clinging to that brief flicker of the past, but he knows you’re right.

He stands there, frozen, his hands still hovering uselessly in the air. Part of him wants to fight, to argue, to do anything to reclaim what he's let slip through his fingers. As San hands gripped your waist, pulling you close,

San’s grip on your waist is firm, almost desperate, as he pulls you close. For a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of the man he used to be—the one who would hold you like you were his entire world. His eyes search yours, silently pleading for some hint of the love you once shared. But before he can say anything, the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat cuts through the moment, shattering the illusion. His body goes rigid, the warmth of his touch quickly replaced by tension. He turns his head sharply, and so do you, to see the source of the interruption.

Standing in the doorway is your new lover, Hongjoong, arms crossed, eyes locked onto the scene unfolding in front of them. A mixture of concern and quiet resolve marks their face as they take in the sight of San holding you so close.

You step back from San’s grasp, the air around you shifting instantly from the charged intimacy to something far colder. “You’ve lost, San,” you say, your voice steady and final. “And now it’s time for you to let go.”

San’s hands fall away from your waist, and he watches as you move toward the doorway. The reality of the situation hits him harder than he expected. He’s no longer the one standing by your side, and for the first time, he truly feels the weight of that loss.

Hongjoong gives San a nod, not in triumph but in acknowledgment of the end of something broken. He extend a hand toward you, and without hesitation, you take it, stepping away from the man you once loved and toward the future you’ve chosen.

[skulkerdatabase]

In Bitter Reunions, it's stated that Skulker designed the "spectral energy neutralizer," and Vlad paid for it.

It's a common fanon misconception that Vlad designed Skulker's suit and/or technology, but this is untrue. As we see in this scene, Skulker designs and makes his own technology and even technology for other people. Also, if Vlad designed Skulker's suit, either he would have been able to design the Spectral Energy Neutralizer himself, or Skulker would not have been able to design it.

[didherodown]

Didherodown's Official Danny Phantom episode recommendations

(for the fan who has never seen the series but is in the phandom)

Ordered in sequence of release (taken from imdb, so take that as you will)

Very Important episodes will be noted like this Episodes I think are fun and kinda important like this

enjoy!

Season 1: Has a lot of groundwork for the show, lots of introductions to our cast of Ghosts

Mystery Meat - E1

Where it all started, establishes Sam and Tuckers rivalry over food, our first encounter with the Lunch Lady, and Danny’s first outing as a hero in general

Episodes 2-6 : feature introductions to Dora, Skulker, Technus, Point Dexter, and Desiree 

Bitter Reunions - E7

Our introduction to Vlad! Establishes Vlad vs Danny dynamic, Vlad's hate of Jack and his obsession with Maddie

Prisoners of Love - E8 is our intro to Walker

My Brothers Keeper - E9

Spectra makes her appearance! Shows a lot of Danny’s insecurities he has about being different, an outsider, ect.  And Jazz finds out Danny's identity!

Shades of Gray - E10 

Our first meeting of Valerie, and where her life gets ruined by Cujo!

Fanning the Flames - E11 is our intro to Ember

Maternal Instincts - E17 

Vlad is up to his scheming and tries to get both Danny and Maddie to join him and abandon Jack. (Introduces the Specter Deflector gadget, as well the the Plasmius Maximus)

The Million Dollar Ghost - E19

Vlad puts a bounty on Danny Phantom, making lots and lots of ghost hunters show up- including the GIW

Control Freaks - E20

Circus Gothica! The ringmaster- Freakshow- has a staff that he uses to control ghosts and Danny of course falls victim 

Season 2: Has a lot of bangers- and is very heavy in the Danny Lore AND where a lot of fannon comes from (ghost king, trans danny, pharaoh tuck, ect)

Reign Storm - E4

In which Pariah Dark is awoken and goes on a rampage, sucking Amity Park into the Ghost zone. With the other ghosts also terrified of the Ghost King, Danny might be the only who has a chance to stop him (ghost king danny anyone????)

The Ultimate Enemy - E6

Danny cheats on a test, which we find out actually will end the world. Our introduction to Clockwork and the Eyeball Guys(™). And of course, Danny’s future evil self- Dan !!

King Tuck - E7

Where Tucker gets influenced by Hotep-Ra (origin of the Pharaoh Tucker fannon)

Identity Crisis - E8

Where we learn that simply splitting Danny from his ghost half is not an option, his ghost half is indeed half of him

Flirting with Disaster - E11

Where Danny and Valerie are dating. In this episode her original ghost fighting suit is destroyed and Technus makes her a new version- leading to lots of fannon about Valerie being a little more ghost than she thought

Kindred Spirits - E14

Cloning! Danielle! AHHHHHHH!!!! (trans Danny? All but confirmed /hj)

Reality Trip - E17

Where Freakshow is searching for the stones of the Reality Gauntlet (very reminiscent of the Infinity Gauntlet from Marvel)

Season 3: Often the most criticized of the three seasons, the show was canceled in this season. BUT THERE IS SO MUCH IMPORTANT LORE IN THIS ONE LETS GO

Infinite Realms - E2

Our first meeting with Frostbite! Also tells us a lot about how natural portals work AND the introduction of blood blossoms

Torrent of Terror - E4

Introduces Vortex, also Danny's mood affects the weather for a good part of this episode

Urban Jungle - E6

Undergrowth has taken over amity, making Sam his “Queen” because of her love and care of plants. THIS IS WHERE WE FIRST SEE DANNY’S ICE POWERS! AND WE LEARN ABOUT CORES! YES REALLY ONLY 6 EPISODES FROM THE END

Boxed Up Fury - E8

The Box ghost, upset at not being taken seriously- steals Pandora's Box, and well, that goes about as good as you imagine it going

D-Stablized - E11

Dani is literally dissolving into ectoplasm, and Danny has to find a way to save her before she destabilizes all the way. (Introduces Ecto Dejecto- a fanfic staple)

Now this is just my personal list- based on 20 years of being in this fandom (holy shit how can it be that long????)

Thanks for reading :)

[behidethetrees]

LOVE IS ONLY A FEELING.

IN WHICH… You have a bittersweet reunion.

Pairing: Coriolanus snow x Fem! reader

Content: Ooc! Coryo (he's not evil), Covey! reader, They're definitely a situationship, Possessive! Coriolanus, 1.3k words. Requests

You were greeted with Loud clapping and cheering once you finished your original song at the nightclub. It wasn't often that people would stop dancing to take in someone's beautiful words, But everyone did for you. You thanked everyone and stepped down from the stage to get some water when suddenly a brunette boy walked over to you and asked for a dance. Of course, you agreed.

It had been months since you’d seen Coriolanus snow. He had gotten in a fight with your ex, As he was swinging, he accidentally hit one of the covey members with his backhand. You yelled at Coriolanus so much you were surprised your vocal cords were still intact. He never apologized. He never came back after you kicked him out. He had left you for months with bitterness and anger, But you couldn't hold onto that forever. You were done with Coriolanus snow.

The brunette boy was slightly taller than you and he danced well enough. Though His hands were sweaty and he messed up his foot placement every now and then. As you danced with him, Your long white skirt swaying, A drop of temperature in the room occurred, You knew right away that only one man could make a room feel cold. Coriolanus snow. The man that you were so hopelessly in love with but hated every inch of, Stood in the back of the room with a clenched jaw and eyes that could pierce anyone. All you could do was roll your own pair and abandon the boy you didn't even know the name of. 

The covey band was singing one of your songs And Coriolanus immediately recognized it. It was the one you sang to him the first time you showed him the big wildflower field one summer night. He had thought back to when you held each other under that green and yellow leaf tree. When he finally found you on the side of the stairs leading to the stage, Coriolanus swept you off your feet, Like he always did.

His strong arm gripped your waist tightly but he held your hand gently. You were close enough to smell him, he smelt just like roses. You had started to notice actually how nice he looked. He wore a black suit with a red shirt under and his curly outgrown hair was combed back. Was he dressed up for someone else, Or you?

You looked up at him Through your curled lashes, Your eyes were pure, as snow he thought. His upper lip slightly lifted into a small smirk. As the covey band continued, Coriolanus began to move your body with his slowly. Coriolanus liked you better like this. When you were hidden away in his hold, When you struggled to hate his touch, When he knows he's got you.

“Did you miss me sweetheart?” Coriolanus says with that sickly sweet smile. His tone was arrogant like he had no doubts.

“Not one bit.” You gripe back at him. You had missed him. Sitting by the lake only you two knew as you sang and he’d listen, Late night walks while his muscular arms kept you safe from any harm, The feeling of his hands. How rough and slim they were, You’d wonder who else's blood had fallen on them.

“Well, that's a shame because I missed you.” Coriolanus wasn't lying. He missed a certain girl waltzing around with long dresses and feathers in her hair, Those love songs she’d sing to him as she traced flowers in Coriolanus’s palm with her little finger, the security and comfort her aura provided him. 

“Then why didn't you come back?” You ask him. You can tell that hit a nerve by the way he swung you to the right harshly, then returned to slowly swaying side by side. Coriolanus didn't have a reason nor an excuse. He, who was so defensive, never apologized for anything. He just sighed.

“I waited for you Coriolanus.” You couldn't help the tears starting to form in your eyes. Every night you left your window open and a key under the mat. Waiting, listening, Hoping he would come back. Something about you calling him ‘Coriolanus’ disappointed him to his core. He felt his girl slipping from his grasp. He felt the only thing that had ever belonged to him was disappearing. 

It wasn't just your kindness and easily persuaded mind that Coriolanus liked. It was the way your big, curious eyes looked at his unforgiving blue ones like he was more than a poor capitol boy trying to carry on his family name. Like he had the chance to be someone to somebody.

He slowly stopped the movement of your bodies. “Look at me.”  Coriolanus was now gently cupping the sides of your jaw with both hands, Forcing you to look at him. You searched for something in him. The guilt in his eyebrows, the reassurance in his eyes, and the slight resentment he had towards you in his lips.

“I'm here now. And I'm so, so sorry I hurt you. I will make this right, you just have to let me, please.” Coriolanus Begged. You had Coriolanus Snow, One of the most intimidating boys in the capitol, Begging for a way back into your life. His forehead touched yours while he delicately wiped away your tears with his thumb.

His big arms eventually hugged your waist. He buried his head into your shoulder, taking in the scent of you that he was addicted to. You felt so close to Coriolanus, so vulnerable. You placed your arms around his neck. The warmth of your bodies rose, That feeling you both had been chasing since that night.

A few minutes went by as the covey continued to play. You felt the rise and fall of Coriolanus’s chest, His steady heartbeat thumping against his insides. Coriolanus picked his head up to say something. Coriolanus thought for a minute, His lips drawing together. No, he couldn't say that. he couldn’t tell her why he didn’t want to love her. That she’d be the only thing above him, the only weakness people could dangle over his head. That she would have the power Coriolanus so desperately wanted. But if he told her, He’d have to live with that for the rest of his life. The guilt would hurt him no matter how hard he would try not to feel. The regret would build up in his stomach but Worst of all, his jealousy would seethe through his veins and kill him.

The cold sensation of his hands on your jaw and neck swirled into your skin and down to your heart. He took a moment to look across all your features before he put his lip onto yours. It was passionate and long. He never pulled away because he wanted this so bad. he wanted you so bad. to have all of you to himself. his hands gripped tighter on you. His lips pressed harder onto yours. He hated that others were around while you shared this intimate moment. He hated that others were around you.

Coriolanus’s thoughts started wandering into the darkest parts of his brain. He kept his composure. He didn't want to scare you away with his mind because he didn't think he'd survive if he lost you again.

After you pulled away, he gave you a quick smile and guided your head back to his chest as he wrapped himself around you again. His chin rested on top of your soft hair. The lights glistened as you closed your eyes, Listening to a mix of the covey and his heartbeat. Sweet moments of Coriolanus kissing your hair and whispering sweet words blurred together. Coriolanus’s presence sent you in a state of euphoria.

Coriolanus knew it wasn’t over. He knew you, better than you knew yourself. You’d always come back to him and he’d do the same. You were his. This was a never ending story of you two. Coriolanus smiled. He got his girl back.

A/N: srry ive been gone writers block sucks. Anyways hope u enjoyed :3

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August 2024 fic roundup

This was truly the month of the longfic. And to think I only read short fics until @skelavender showed me the error of my ways!

📰🖋️ Paracelsus by prufrockslove

One of the biggest txf fics ever, and I absolutely devoured it. I loved reading it right after Hiraeth and seeing all the little nods to their past lives. This author knows how to spin a yarn, guys. My one complaint is the never-ending miscommunications towards the end, which is never my favorite source of drama/conflict. Just talk to each other, you idiots! (Although they have those moments in canon, as well, I suppose.)

⚾️🏟️ A Moment in the Sun by prufrockslove

I will remember this fic for the rest of my life. It’s the type of fanfic you want to write fanfic about. It makes me wish I knew now to print and bind my own books. The universe is so rich and developed. Definitely in my top 5 of all time!

Here’s a list of things I love about it:

William. My precious, bratty British boy.

The way the plot includes elements of the mytharc but put together in a different way so you don’t know exactly how it’s all gonna come together

Emily!! You know I love a good Emily AU, and this fic certainly counts. I’m a sucker for a found family, and this fic delivers.

Josh Exley my beloved (and Arthur Dales, but the other one)

Dad!Mulder. The man is an absolute DILF. He tries so hard to overcome his shortcomings and be the father his kids need.

Frohike. His job as an eccentric baseball manager suits him surprisingly well, and his characterization is on point.

The little nods to canon, including episode titles and locations.

The insinuation that all of PFL’s AUs take place in the same universe (as Mulder said, “It has to take more than one lifetime to learn to love someone this much.”)

The only thing I’m not zazzed about is the ending. It kind of just…ends? I would’ve loved an epilogue or even a sequel (or a 12-book series).

🏫📸 Dr. Scully’s School for Exceptional Boys by prufrockslove

Oh boy. This fic is a tangled mess of emotions and betrayal and shame and guilt and love and promises and sacrifices and, most of all:

Definitely recommend.

👒���‍🔬 The Regency Files by @slippinmickeys

I needed something that needed less mental energy after 4 massive PFL fics in a row, and this one delivered! It’s sweet, romantic, elegant, and has just enough of a plot to keep you interested. If you’re a fan of historical AUs (as I am now, I guess), this one’s a must-read!

🛌🍷 The Reunion by @muldersfingers

Absolute trope-y goodness without feeling too cheesy or predictable. My favorite part is how much they laugh and tease each other when they finally make use of that one bed ;)

🐶🥇 underdog takes the title by @wtfmulder

MSR’s first time is sweet, silly, and giggly. Mulder is absolutely pathetic and pitiable, which Scully finds hot (same, girl). It absolutely melted my heart!

👶👨‍🍼 the bitter and the sweet by @xf-cases-solved

What if baby William was a girl? What if they named her after Samantha?

Absolute perfection. This is how season 8 should have ended!

🏔️🌲 The Mountain Man and A Deadly Hunger by aka_Jake

This historical AU takes place in the same time period as Paracelsus, but it’s so vastly different in its setting that it’s unfair to compare them. In this one, Mulder is a Montana mountain man who smuggles arms to the Native Americans, and Scully hopes to become an army doctor in a nearby frontier town. It’s a classic Wild West romance with plenty of drama and conflict. I love how each of the characters feel like themselves, especially Scully, who retains her headstrong independence despite social norms.

🔙🥩 The Mastodon Diaries by aka_Jake

Mulder and Scully travel back in time to the Pleistocene era and must rely on their wits and each other to survive.

This is one of those fics that changes you as a person. I will be thinking about it for a long, long time. It broke my heart a thousand times and then lovingly stitched it back together. There were so many moments that took my breath away.

The portrayal of prehistoric humans is especially incredible — they’re so well-thought out, and their culture is so rich and developed. Even though 12,000 years separates us, we’re not so different from each other in the end. I absolutely fell in love with the native OCs, which is a compliment of the highest order. I already miss them!

Anyway, it’s like this fic was created in a lab specifically for me. It has all my favorite tropes and story elements: wilderness survival, historical AU(ish), soooo much whump and caretaking and hurt/comfort, found families, Dad!Mulder, and a surprising amount of romance. If you haven’t read this one yet, I’m begging you to give it a try!

🇦🇶❄️ On the Verge by aka_Jake

This fic fits into one of my favorite canon holes: How did Mulder and Scully get back from Antarctica? I love reading everyone’s different takes on this missing scene/plotline, and this one is no exception!

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Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 1: It's Complicated

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/behaviour (please do not read if things like this are triggering for you).

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

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You wonder what your life would've been like if your parents were still alive. Maybe you would have stayed a child for a little longer, enjoyed your life a little longer, without execrating every bitter incident that landed on your lap, and maybe you wouldn't be standing on the edge of a rooftop, drunk, contemplating your next move. It could be so easy to just stop everything and not feel anything any longer. You could be free from all the burden that you've been carrying; you won't have to worry about the deadlines, the debt, the rent, or your sister's school fee. Oh yeah, there it is—the reason you question your decisions whenever you find yourself on the rooftop. You really do love her; you act brave for her sake, and she's your motivation, yet sometimes it all feels so worthless. It doesn't matter when nobody acknowledges your hard work, but it hurts like hell when she doesn't. You try to understand that she's in her rebellious phase and that she's still young; however, you envy her for having the audacity to even disregard you in the first place because you expect her of all people to recognize the effort you put in. Why do you have to grow up and she gets to stay a child, a brat?

"What are you waiting for?", you almost lost your balance as you heard his voice. You slowly turned, only to see a blonde-haired guy with an obviously expensive-looking formal suit. "So you're drunk this time?", he continued as he walked in your direction.

"Heyaaaa, Mr. Richie Rich, what took you sooo loooooong, I missed you shhoooo muuchhh", you weren't sober enough to know how drunk you sounded, but Nanami was. He took your hand with caution as you climbed down the edge. The dark circles under your eyes gave away the reason for your current state. It was evident that you had been overworking yourself for the past few days. You barely had time for yourself, and you had requested Nanami to pick up your sister from her tennis classes twice this week. He was actually shocked to find you a bit too early at the office today as well, and although he wanted to question it, he knew better. There were already way too many rumors about you circulating in the office; he didn't want to add one more by holding a conversation with you.

"Let's go, I'll make dinner", he said as he collected the files and your heels that decorated the rooftop floor.

Nanami closed the door of his apartment as you staggered your way to the very comfortable-looking couch. He knew that you would fall asleep on the couch and that it would be such a pain to wake you up, but the peacefulness on your face changed his mind. This was basically the story of every other weekend, and it was painfully obvious how you both lacked a social life. However, he would rather spend his weekends with you than hold conversations with the people in his company; they were all...tiring and he felt at ease with you, maybe because you both attended the same high school and were part of the same circle. So here he was, almost done heating the leftover miso soup, searing chicken, and preparing parsley sauce to go with it.

Now comes the hard part: waking you up. He remembers that one time, when you had asked him to choose a pokemon that came to his mind when he thought of you, he also remembers how he had immediately answered Snorlax and how, surprisingly, you weren't even offended and instead tried to justify its life style. Of course you didn't need to know that he found Snorlax the cutest of all pokemon.

After 10 minutes of diligence, you were finally awake, cranky but awake at last. He led you to the dining table and served you the miso soup which tasted like heaven. The tofu literally melted in your mouth and the brothy texture was to die for, you could feel yourself sobering. While you were enamored with the taste of the food, Nanami was secretly anticipating your unusual way of appreciating his food, which you did.

"Oh I could just marry you right now", you announced as you pecked his lips, catching him off guard.

To say that Nanami was flustered would be an understatement. The tips of his ears were as red as an apple, and his serious guy exterior was on the verge of breaking. He knew that for you, it wasn't anything unusual because of the peculiar relationship you shared with him; however, actions and words like these never failed to ignite his heart with a hopeful fire. But he couldn't allow himself to give into this fantasy, so he maintained his calm appearance and continued savoring the tender chicken, glancing your way with every bite.

2 years ago

Resigning from a company that contributed to a major part of your income was a big decision, but after working overtime for almost a month and not getting a penny for it, that was your limit. You tried complaining only to find out that some legal document under the company's contract deprived you of many rights that were meant for your protection against exploitation. You seriously should've read it all instead of jumping on the opportunity. And with that, you were left with a series of unpaid bills and your unemployed ass. It was hard to find a great job in a short time period, so you went on for various job interviews and took on multiple part-time jobs that paid enough to keep you going for 4 months. It was during this time that you regretted giving up on your previous job, as the list of redirected emails to inform you that your interest was appreciated but another candidate was chosen for the job was taking a toll on you.

In all honesty, your confidence had hit rock bottom. You really thought you were something, that you stood a chance, only to discover how ignorant you were. It was scary—the prices of basic amenities, the rent, your sister's education, and her growing demands. Falling into a cycle of self-hatred, you slowly forgot about yourself, your needs, and your health; life became all about work. If you wanted to exist in the world, you had to be stable economically; money's everything, and you felt utterly useless. What were you even doing? What were you doing with your life? Did you not have any aspirations? Were you nothing but a fucking coward who gave up the moment things got hard? At the young age of 24, you were having an existential crisis. You were comparing yourself to every person your age who had accomplished more than you ever could, and there was no end to it. Though the vicious cycle did come to an end the day you came across a former classmate Nanami Kento while on a grocery run.

"Oh, I think you dropped th-,", Nanami stopped mid-sentence as he stood astonished, looking at the woman who had dropped her cereal box.

"Nanami! Is that you?", you asked in shock.

Let's just say that the grocery run took way longer than it should have as you both dropped by a cafe to catch up. It was refreshing talking about random things to someone your age, someone you knew. You had to admit that Nanami had changed, not only looking more approachable, but it seemed like he finally had no issue talking to people, you were happy for him, and since you wanted to keep it that way, you kept yourself from inquiring about his job. After a good two hours, you exchanged numbers and bid each other farewell. It turned out to be a great day, as that very day, you were offered a job at a MNC with phenomenal pay, but here's the catch: as you went through the documentation process, you learned that the position of secretary was offered to you. That was shocking, as your credentials and experience were suited more for the marketing department, and you were concerned about the legitimacy of the offer because no one pays that much to a secretary; however, beggars can't be choosers, so you accepted the offer right away.

On your joining day, the morning routine started earlier than usual, as you wanted everything to be perfect, from your fit to your timing. After having breakfast with your sister, you left for work, reaching ahead of time to leave a good impression. The building seemed fancy, with a sweet receptionist who directed you to your new boss, warning you not to enter his office until he called for you. That was weird, but maybe it was because your boss was busy. And it turned out that he was actually busy...fucking a woman, who came out of his office with disheveled hair. It was after you waited for a long time that he called you inside.

He was on his cellphone when you entered the office, wearing a tasteful tuxedo with a matching watch that went well with his blonde hair, leaning back on his chair, ignoring your presence. As you were about to introduce yourself, he raised his index finger to his lips, saying, "Shhh...you must be the new one. I'm Naoya Zenin, head of the consulting department and you must call me Sir."

Ch 2

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[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3 & Tumblr

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk, Blood kink, Anal.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 32:

Tides will bring me back to you

Chapter title is lyrics from "Deathbeds”

This chapter is from Oli's perspective.

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I’ve seen her eyes in my dreams so many nights, that actually gazing into them no longer feels real.

Yet, here she was, in the flesh, so different, and simultaneously completely unchanged, standing behind the woman I thought I’d be spending the next hour with, prior to my impending reunion with my painful past.

Before I had a chance to process that I’d been robbed of my limited alone-time with Alice, Fay pushed passed her, then passed me, forcing me to step aside as to not accidentally touch the she-demon.

Despite having successfully avoided bodily contact, her brief and entirely too close proximity, had still felt grating and soul-sucking, as if letting her back into my life, even for a moment, had alerted my nervous system that this was a grave mistake.

So, before shutting the door and willingly allow myself to interact with Fay, I took a steadying look at Alice’s sweet face, hoping to convey to her — and her alone — how sorry I was we couldn’t spend this time together, knowing that if Fay got even the slightest scent of my feelings for the woman in the corridor, she’d become a target.

But Alice’s face was void of emotion, and it filled my chest with a hollow sensation as the door latched shut.

“Thought we agreed on meeting up after the show.” I stated with my hand still on the handle, not ready to face her, not enjoying the bitterness lacing my words, or how it gave away how much she’d rattled me by being early.

When my statement was met with silence, I turned around, only to see her leaning against the side table, next to the sofa, on the other side of the obviously multipurpose dressing room. 

The room must have doubled as a rehearsal space for some of the venues artists, considering the sound-dampening foam covering the walls, high, basement-style windows, and the scratched-up flooring in the oversized space, being filled with an amalgamation of furniture, haphazardly positioned as if they were moved frequently, never to stay in the same spot — much like me.

Or much like Fay, who was always doing something new; just from seeing her for all of 20 seconds, I’d already clocked two new tattoos on her arm, alongside the obvious hair colour change, now a vivid, freshly-dyed purple, instead of her signature, fiery red.

Did she dye it that colour before meeting up, knowing it’s my favourite?

It suits her. Of course it did; her otherworldly appearance was as breathtaking and undeniable as ever. But much like so many of the most poisonous flowers on this planet, she was also a rare type of beauty, trying to either lure you in, or warn you to steer clear of the toxicity.

Her head was bowed as she fidgeted with the laces of her corset, but her false innocence did nothing but raise further red flags, “I know, but I was going crazy waiting,” she said, a nervousness present in her voice.

However, Fay was never nervous.

She looked up, deep eyes locking with mine again, having me nearly catch my breath as she pushed off the side table and walked towards me, “I can come back later, if you want.”

She sounded concerned, her expression sad, pleading. Each step on the hard floor as loud as the next, until she was entirely too close to me once again.

But I knew exactly what type of mind games she was playing.

“No, no. Now’s alright.” I said, keeping my tone cordial and polite, gesturing towards the sofa in the hopes of dictating the distance between us, attempting to not convey my deep discomfort with her in my personal space, “Have a seat.”

I forced a smile as I walked us over to the sofa, doing my best to make it seem natural. Much like she’d painted her features with a type of softness I knew she didn’t actually possess.

Letting her take a seat first, I positioned myself on the other side of the three-seater, forcing the very needed distance between us. She appeared disappointed, but it didn’t stop her from speaking.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, Oli.”

I couldn’t help it, I rolled my eyes, my facade dismantled so quickly I nearly got whiplash, “Don’t do that. You don’t get to do that, not after what you did to us, to me!”

Her pretence falling apart just as quickly as mine, the annoyed expression she so often wore when she was hurt making its first appearance, “I’m just telling the truth. I never got a chance to explain myself, to defend myself. You just walked out of my life for over a year, no response, nothing! Like I never even mattered to you — do you have any idea how worried I was about you?” She shook her head, disgusted, “I know how badly I fucked up, I know I didn’t deserve much, but I didn’t deserve that.”

Selfish words, but at least she wasn’t fake anymore.

“Why did you do it?” I asked plainly.

When she looked down this time, the shame appeared real.

So, I kept pushing, “You wanted a chance to defend yourself, no? So why, Fay?”

“I panicked.”

I scoffed at her ridiculous response, “You never panic.”

“I knew you were about to pop the question.”

Her words were like a punch in the chest, throwing me for yet another loop.

She knew?

She knew, and she still decided to do what she did.

My thoughts moved so fast I could barely keep up, my emotions changing with it, questioning everything she’d ever made me believe to be true.

I’d always thought she was drawn to Mat because he could provide a sense of stability I lacked. She’d made so many hints for me to propose, to seal the deal, and I thought part of the reason she’d gone back to Mat was due to her doubting I ever would. When in reality I had been working overtime to keep it a secret, trying to throw her off the scent, in a relationship where everything else happened so impulsively.

“What are you saying?” I heard myself ask quietly. 

The energy surrounding us shifted, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew I was cracking. My internal world fell apart, re-evaluating everything about the series of events that occurred before our traumatic ending.

The eerie softness fell over her again as she removed the distance I’d manufactured, positioning herself next to me on the sofa, forcing herself into my intimate space; forcing me to choose between becoming as vulnerable as I could tell that she was making herself, or move away, and potentially rob myself of whatever answers she was about to provide me with.

So, I stayed, despite the air between us being dangerously charged with emotions so potent it felt like pure electricity, burning me alive.

“You were everything I could have ever dreamed of,” Her voice was too soothing, too loving, pulling me back to when we’d whisper sweet nothings to each other in bed at night, “But it could never be enough to fix me. I know what an idiot I was. Everything I did to you, every threat, every game I played. Going to Mat was just the final straw of all the ways I hurt you.” 

In some ways she was saying all the right things. The things I’d daydreamed about when I could no longer stand the pain, and I just wanted the injuries she’d left me with to somehow magically heal, for the betrayal to just vanish into thin air, so it could be ‘Oli and Fay’ again. No more anger, no more loneliness.

No more missing her so badly I could barely breathe.

But many months had passed since I last felt that way or entertained such foolish thoughts.

Her foreign, yet familiar, fingers began intertwining with mine. Stunned, I simply watched them as a previous, dead, version of myself — aching and longing to touch his lost love — gasped back to life.

I wanted to cry, to scream. I wanted to kiss her pretty mouth, and crush every bone in her hand for daring to touch me with the same treacherous hand she’d used to cheat on me, and ruin any hopes of a future together.

“I wasn’t ready to treat you right back then, but I am now.” She told me softly, and something in me tore.

On the verge of disassociating, I gingerly untangled our fingers, “I could never trust you again.”

Tearing further, I watched as her eyes grew misty, “You could try…” Pleading words, making gory ribbons of my already mangled heart, “You promised me we were forever.”

“You promised me you were mine, yet you slept with my best friend.” I swallowed back the tears, “You nearly killed me, Fay.”

“We can move past this, I know we can, you know we’re meant to be. No one understands me the way you do, and—”

“There’s someone else.” I interjected.

The shock and hurt that fell over her features at my declaration was another daydream of mine; wanting her to feel even a modicum of the pain she put me through, to see it on her.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” 

I watched as her lip quivered, her own inner world crumbling, like she’d shattered mine moments ago.

“Who is she?” 

“We both know it’s best if you don’t know that.”

Her expression soured, along with her tone, “Then why did you want to see me, to rub it in my face, to hurt me back?” She shot out of her seat, “Do you love her?”

“Yes.” 

In a swirl of dark fabrics and colourful hair, she turned and went straight for the exit, causing a shot of adrenaline to course through me as I knew I couldn’t let her leave. Not yet, not without getting what I needed. 

“Wait!” I exclaimed before springing into action, making it to the door before her, holding it shut.

She was fuming as I blocked her path, “Why, what’s the point? This is humiliating.” 

“I deserve answers.” I retaliated, determined to achieve my original mission with this meeting.

“What do you want to know, how many times I came on Mats fat dick?” She asked, viciously.

Her words struck me like a whip, but I needed to know more, “What’s so wrong with me?” 

I could see her internal struggle as she stared me down, weighing her options; does she shove me aside and dash out of here, or will she stay, and see where this interaction takes us?

Unceremoniously, her rage deflated, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why didn’t you want to commit to me? Why did you choose to cheat on me when you knew I was ready to settle down and make a proper life with you?”

She shook her head, “I already told you; it didn’t have anything to do with you, I was scared.” 

“Scared of what?”

“Losing you.” 

I just stared at her.

Fay sighed, “It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy when you’re as reckless as me, Oli. Sometimes it’s just simpler to ruin a good thing, before the good thing has a chance to ruin you first.” I was suddenly incredibly dizzy, needing to sit down, to steady myself. So, I made my way back to the sofa, and buried my numb face in my hands as she continued talking, “But losing you made me see very clearly that it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and I knew I needed to change, and I would do anything to undo the damage I’ve—” 

“You were scared of losing something worth having.” I heard myself say somewhere in the distance, my numbness spreading, echoing the words I’d forced out of Alice some time ago, realising Alice suffered from the same type of fears that had ruled Fay in her deepest moments of betrayal. 

No wonder I had problems trusting Alice. 

I noticed the weight shift on the sofa as Fay sat back down, “Yes, but I’m different now. I’ve grown so much, and I’ve just been waiting, and hoping, I’d get a chance to show you. I don’t want to be that woman anymore; I don’t want to be someone who hurts you.” There was a short pause before her voice settled into something quieter, smaller, as she bargained with the reality of things, “Please tell me you were lying, please tell me there’s no one else. It’s okay if you just wanted to hurt me back, I deserve it.”

I released a long breath, feeling completely defeated. 

When I finally raised my head to looked at Fay, I barely recognised the woman in front of me. She’d been the villain in my story for so long, but now when I knew why she’d done such terrible things, I just saw her for the broken woman she’d always been, desperate to reunite with the man she believed was destined for her. The sight made me hurt in a brand new way, and I couldn’t help but take pity.

“I didn’t find someone else to hurt you, Fay. It just happened. I moved on.” My tone was soft, but still sounded far away as I didn’t quite feel like I was in this world anymore.

Fay started shaking her head frantically, taking hold of my hand again. 

Only this time I held it back.

I watched as her world crumbled, clutching my fingers as her last lifeline, and for a moment she was reduced to the lost woman I’d fallen in love with a lifetime ago; so hurt herself, that she didn’t know how to not hurt others.

But I was crumbling too, the reanimated corpse inside me wanting nothing more than to comfort that version of Fay, to take comfort in her, despite the searing pain from the knife she’d lodged in me, “There were so many times I wanted to text you back, Fay, or call, or wished I could just hold you. I wanted things to be different so badly, but it’s too late. You and me, we can never—”

I hadn’t realised how close her face already was to mine when she leaned in. 

I knew I shouldn’t let it happen, but every fibre in my body was at war with itself as some overpowering, invisible, force made it feel inevitable in my current, weakened state. Possessed, I took solace in the woman, the monster, I’d spent so many days and nights wishing every horror imaginable upon. And while I knew it didn’t actually mean anything, that it was more of a goodbye than anything else — a final kiss to close a chapter that was long overdue — none of that knowledge made our lips connecting any less explosive. 

My heart ached, breaking all over, speeding up by the second. I wanted to shover her off me, pull her into my lap and see how quickly I could unlace her corset, gouge the fucking eyes out of her vile, demonic head.

Feel her nails dig into my back as I make her—

So, I did the only thing I could do; I broke away.

Flustered, our laboured breaths mingled as I came back to my body.

“You’re going on in a bit, aren’t you?” Fay asked seductively, sounding like a siren in the night.

I nodded through the haze, but I quickly frowned as it hit me what manipulation strings she’d pre-emptively planned to pull tonight.

You see, during the year we dated she’d always come with me to every gig. And like clockwork, she’d made sure we were alone the hour leading up to it, determined to get me off. It became a game, sometimes pushing it a bit too close, to the point that I’d on numerous occasions would still be out of breath as I ran up on stage, or my erection not fully having time to settle.

She’d told me she liked doing it for a variety of reasons, mainly the risk of it, or that she liked helping me relax before a show.

But I knew the real reason. 

It was no secret that the crowds who attended our shows were full of women who wants to fuck me. And despite how insistent Fay was that she didn’t feel threatened, I knew her jealousy and possessiveness of me ran just as deep as my own.

Even though being sexually satisfied before all my performances watered them down a bit, I knew it settled something in her — made her feel more secure — so I indulged her, and let it become our thing. 

And it’s not like I didn’t enjoy every moment of it.

But seeing her kneel before me now, hurrying to position herself between my legs, reaching for my zipper as she looked up at me with those hungry, black eyes, providing me the perfect view of the delicious things her tight garment was doing to her chest, I understood immediately the true reason she’d insisted on seeing me before the gig, instead of after as we’d originally agreed.

While my body reacted as if no time had passed, with blood promptly rushing to my dick, my heart felt the knife of betrayal twist by the games she was still playing in order to get what she wanted. 

So, I removed her hands, and stood up, taking long strides for the door, violently swinging it open. 

“Leave.” I spat, panting with rage and unwanted sexual frustration as I held the door wide open for her.

The boiling fury and hurt emanating off her were tangible as she slowly got up off the floor, eyes seething with the true nature of how Fay reacts when she doesn’t get her way. 

Brushing herself off, she straightened, adorning herself with a freshly woven exterior made of steel as she crossed the room, her emotions having changed so drastically I fleetingly wondered if any of it had been real.

Right before she was about to cross the threshold, I spoke up, causing her icy, piercing eyes to pin me, “You and me, we’re a lot alike, Fay, but I’m nowhere near as fucking selfish as you.” 

She huffed out a breath of disbelief, “When are you gonna stop lying to yourself, Oli?”

I slammed the door shut as soon as she’d stepped out, pacing the large space as hot tears ran down my face, raking my hands through my hair, regretting the meeting in its entirety.

I’d just wanted her to stop haunting me, to get out of my life, out of my head — out of my fears and trust issues — so I could put her behind me. I wanted her and all the problems she’d left me with to somehow make sense. But instead, I had a sinking feel I’d just injected myself with yet another dose of poison, which was currently coursing through my system, wreaking havoc on my thoughts and feelings.

Stopped by the mirror I’d used to get ready by earlier, I wiped at my lips, getting rid of her lipstick still present on my mouth, feeling tainted, used, despite having participated in it. The act of kissing her feeling more like an act of betrayal on my part in the wake of the event, rather than the closure it had masqueraded as while swept up in the moment.

The regret was deep, immediate, and uncomfortable.

It didn’t matter that Alice wasn’t ready to commit to me, it didn’t matter that Alice had kissed Mat just the other day. All reasons and excused fell away, and only one truth remained; I had committed to Alice, to the journey of becoming a better version of myself, for her, and instead I’d let myself be sucked back into Fay’s world — instead, I’d let my trust issues deepen, when I’d set out to resolve them. All because of my reckless, selfish, needs to confront my past, with no consideration for the fallout.

Alice’s emotionless expression as I closed the door flashed before my eyes, bringing me back to last night when she’d so bravely let me see new parts of her, letting herself be vulnerable, and showing me she cares in her own way. Then my mind wandered to Mat, who had been anxiously distracting himself all day, dreading the mere notion that Fay will be under the same roof as him.

Was Fay right, am I just as selfish as her?

Was my quest for answers from my past just another tick on the long list of things that only caused distress to the people that matter to me? 

I just wanted to be a better man, but right now, I felt more lost than ever.

Wondering if trusting someone, and stop endlessly doubting and testing people, was simply too much to ask of someone as selfish as myself.

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[meowtus]

Random OC redacted-rpverse character facts…because because I love them all dearly 😞

Nobody gaf but I DO RAAGH the brainrot guys.

• Nadine’s a huge Sonic fan. She grew up with the franchise—for better or worse. Nadine was there observing in the TRENCHES during the 2010 Sonamy and Sonally discourse (she herself never had a stance, but it was crazy) if you were to ask for her favorite character though, she’d probably say Amy. I KNOW she was cheering during the post-credit scene

• Kam’s favorite outing activity is going to aquariums. During the short time before Holly became involved in their life—they took up a bunch of odd-jobs trying to find their purpose. Kam’s favorite aquatic animal is octopi. Their intelligence fascinates them.

• Holly’s lover was a toy maker. They owned a small toy shop together that’s been running for almost a decade. It’s one of the reasons she had so many to begin with. Kam never knew about Holly’s lover nor anything outside of what she told them. She was very secretive about her private life.

• Kam in both the prime! and fool! rpverse received a lot of those toys as gifts from Holly, before being taken into CloseKnit. It helped Kam build trust in Holly. After the whole thing, they’re very weary of children’s toys. Which is why Holly’s departing gift was another taunt.

• Eugene was a father of three. Two of which are fully grown, and the youngest is a late-teen. At the funeral, it was awkward mourning with half of the participants being from CloseKnit respectively. Eugene’s family was not involved in his activities.

• Nadine tries to keep up with her nieces and nephews’ interests. Including the games they like to play. It was thanks to them she was introduced to Fortnite—and even though she’s ASS at the game it’s still fun to play. And the skins are cute. As such she also has a (rudimentary) Roblox account for playing with said nieces and nephews.

• Kam is so unaware of most internet jokes and pop culture because they hadn’t been around long enough to properly learn any of it, and while isolated by CloseKnit—there wasn’t much room for it then, either.

• Vernon is a black coffee drinker. He says the “bitter taste” helps keep him active and awake. He’s actually quite a coffee stickler. Vernon’s got a LOT of intricate coffee machinery in his house.

• Eugene and Holly were good friends outside of CloseKnit. They shared a lot of their favorite literature together, which then bled into their visions and writing styles.

• Kam plays Fortnite with Nadine when she want to run duos. She’s also gifted them the Skibidi Toilet backbling as a gag-gift. It sits collecting dust in their locker. Skibidi toilet slightly frightens Kam a little.

• Vernon disliked most of the authority holders in CloseKnit. But he had some sort of one-sided-beef with Nadine particularly. Nadine still doesn’t know about this. If you were to ask her—she thought of him as a debbie downer, but still a sweetheart.

• Eugene was one of Kam’s first interactions in CloseKnit. It did not go well. Kam still wishes they could go back in time to sock him in the face. Eugene was a very open, unapologetic jerk. Thinly veiled by flowery language, of course.

• Nadine was friends with Eugene’s oldest daughter in high school. When Eugene died, Nadine sent a card of condolences to her.

• At the family reunion—one of Nadine’s nephews sat Kam down and made them watch the entire lore breakdown of Five Nights at Freddy’s. Kam was (understandably) appalled, as all of these concepts were fairly new to them. It was the equivalent of showing a sickly unknowing victorian child a morbid horror movie. Nadine already knows a lot about FNAF thanks to her nephew and was his “assistant” in the presentation.

• Eugene was huge on botany, and later floriography. Of course Holly followed suit shortly afterward. They used to send eachother encoded messages in their bouquets.

• When under stress or processing feelings—both Nadine and Kam have the habit of self-isolating. You can imagine how well that went down for them.

• Holly’s always wanted kids, but never was able to properly settle down and decide to have any. That was for the better. She didn’t want them to be caught in whatever crossfire could potentially exist in her life.

• It was Eugene who coined the flower assignment idea. It gave those bestowed a flower-type a sort of pride, and recognizable symbol. This was reserved for those he deemed special or those in a higher position.

• Vernon thought the flower assignment thing was stupid. He still goes along with it in their memory, though.

• Nadine’s playlist is filled with cheesy romance songs, she’s definitely hopeless. Her music taste has bled into what Kam listens to now too, unfortunately.

• Kam is a HUGE movie crier. It doesn’t matter what movie it is—it’s cinematic enough to bring them to tears.

• Eugene, Nadine, and Holly are cat-people. Holly had two cats, and Nadine had a childhood one that passed a couple years ago.

• Vernon and Kam are dog-people, surprisingly. You’d assume they’d be more of a cat liker from meeting them, but somehow it’s gone the complete opposite direction.

[nyaskitten]

I know this probably won't happen, but here's my idea for an Akita and Lloyd reunion in Dragons Rising (this is... kind of long mb) (any feedback would be appreciated tho I'm not v good at writing):

The wind harshly howled, the cold felt like tiny daggers piercing Lloyd's face cruelly and mercilessly, and the snow seemed as eternal as the Endless Sea. And if he had it bad, his students, even in their thick and puffy color-coded jackets, sleeves and hoods lined with bushy fur and wonderfully sturdy snow boots, still couldn't fight the effects of the bizarre frost in this area.

"S-s-s-o c-c-c-cold," Sora struggled to say, her breath as visible as smoke from an open flame before her eyes.

Riyu whimpered in agreement, his tiny dragon jacket clearly not enough for him.

For what felt like an eternity, the four of them trudged through the endless storm, shivering and trying to forge some form of warmth through Lloyd's powers, yet to no avail, so they simply kept journeying, their only sources of slight warmth being the lamps they all held.

I should've taken the bounty. This is the worst training I've ever thought of. Lloyd thought to himself, bitter and annoyed at what he believed would be a wooooooonderful way to teach his pupils that soooooometimes, you haaaaave to adapt to the area around you.

As the storm worsened and the trio began to slow in their movements, a low growl echoed through the surrounding area, the perpetrator of said growl masked in the shadows of night.

"L-Lloyd? W-what was that?" Sora asked, the freezing cold almost seeming non-existent to her in the face of the fear of this unknown sound.

"I don't know. Stay close, and be prepared for anything..." Lloyd instructed cautiously as he unsheathed his blade, while Sora stood in a fighting stance and Arin grabbed his grappling hook from his hip.

As the four stood there in fear and anticipation, they heard what sounded like a set of soft and light feet grazing the snow behind them, to which Arin turned around in fear, watching carefully. More light footsteps could be heard from the shadows, as though there were numerous of these mysterious things, circling the nervous trio.

As the sounds of crunching snow became louder and louder, the heartbeats of the ninja became faster and faster, until they heard a howl echo from the shadows, and several wolves began to slowly emerge.

"This is bad... Like, really, really bad..." Arin said, fearfully clutching his grappling hook.

"Don't make any sudden moves," Lloyd cautioned. "We don't want to hurt them, and we don't want them hurting us, got it?"

"I don't think they got that memo..." Sora whimpered as the group of wolves, around 8-9, really hard to tell in the darkness, began closing in on them.

The supposed alpha of the wolves howled loudly and then leaped to the ninja, causing Lloyd to hurriedly cast his lantern aside and fire a blast of energy at the wolf. The other wolves followed suit, to which Lloyd formed a Spinjitsu tornado to toss the wolves around, and Arin used his grappling hook to latch onto a tree and Spinjitsu his way around as well.

While Lloyd was tossing wolves with tornados and energy blasts, Arin was soaring through the treetops Spinjitsuing wolves like no tomorrow, no, like no next hour, even!

Riyu tried helping, but he, being a baby dragon, couldn't really do much other than growl and bite and get tossed and shaken about.

Meanwhile, Sora tripped and almost got bitten by a wolf, so naturally, she kicked the wolf, which was a terrible idea but Riyu thought it was hilarious so, not a very tough crowd there.

The wolf whimpered a bit then snarled and growled very clearly enraged, a hatred burning like a forest may, causing Sora to back up fearfully and grab a large stick to wack the wolf with, but the stick broke so that idea was out of the picture really quickly. Sora also grabbed stones and the wolf was like, mildly bothered by that at BEST!

The wolf lept at Sora but luckily Arin was still Spinjitsuing through the trees like Tarzan swings through the jungle, and he managed to kick the wolf away fairly easily.

Arin tried to manage a landing this time as he finished spinning, but he flew into a very soft bed of snow instead.

"Arin! Are you okay?" Sora asked as she rushed to his side to help him up.

"Mildly scratched here and there but, I'll manage," Arin nonchalantly said as he got up, seeming very unhurt. "C'mon, let's go help Lloyd!"

The pair, alongside Riyu, ran to Lloyd to help him in punching and kicking the wolves away, but it seemed like these guys just wouldn't stay down no matter what.

"Jeez, do these guys ever know when to quit?" Sora asked as she hit a wolf with a nasty uppercut kick.

"I guess that makes wolves and ninja really close," Lloyd quipped while blasting a wolf away, prompting Sora to mutter something about quitting, ninja, and shutting up under her breath.

The fight felt like it was continuing for an eternity as more wolves began to emerge from the shadows to make their move. The ninja were getting very tired, and kind of sweaty, which did NOT mesh well with the blizzard.

Soon they all felt the endless cold creep back onto them and started to feel the pitiful nature of their situation once more.

"We can't fight like this! It's t-t-too cold!" Lloyd yelled out, trying not to freeze to death.

As the wolves once again started slowly approaching, with malice and rage in their beady little eyes, another howl was heard from the shadows, and so too was the unmistakable growling of a bear... oh crap this can't be good...

The wolves looked to the shadows as the odd wolf and bear approached.

"Lloyd, what do we do now?" Sora asked, shaking both from fear and the cold. Lloyd gave no response, instead, he stared focused upon the wolf and bear, trying to get a better look at them through the dim moonlight and the light of their sidelined lamps.

"Is that... No way..." Lloyd muttered to himself.

"What, what is it?" Arin asked, puzzled by Lloyd's fascination.

"I-I recognize those two! I think they might be old friends of mine!" Lloyd said with a bit of joy in his cold, hardened face.

The wild wolves growled and snarled at this duo, who gave the same response. The duo were hype-focused on this pack, as the ninja team were mostly obscured by darkness and hard to make out.

The bear was the first to attack, leaving his wolf companion baffled. The bear slapped several wolves away, and stomped on one of their tails, while his companion leaped onto another wolf and bit the wolf, which was, very tragically, the same wolf Sora kicked... poor guy...

"Akita? Is that you?" Lloyd yells out to the wolf, causing her to look up from the wolf she was fighting in confusion and shock. Said wolf then kicked her off it, and sent her flying back.

The frustrated wolf growled at the other, only to be jumped by two other wolves. This prompted Lloyd to run to the wolf and help her with the wolves, tossing them off. The wolf then looked up at Lloyd in amazement and a look of happiness, panting like a little dog with her tongue out.

"It is you!" Lloyd yelled out, pulling the wolf in for a hug, which Akita happily returned.

Lloyd helped Akita up and the two got ready for a rematch, only to see the bear having sent all the wolves scurrying, and having left one or two unconscious. Akita disappointedly transformed into her human form, wearing a thick coat and odd new robes underneath.

"Kataru, you know the point of this whole thing was to drive them away, right? NOT bash them around, right?"

The bear transformed into his human form, wearing a coat similar to Akita's and a smile on his face.

"Sister, you know they were asking for it. Besides, we did still run them out, did we not?" Kataru said, his grin only extending wider.

Akita sighed annoyedly and then looked over to Arin and Sora, then to Lloyd. "Are these... your children?" She asked, genuine confusion in her voice.

"W-what? N-no no no, these are my students, Arin and Sora! Arin, Sora, meet Kataru and Akita. Akita, Kataru, meet Arin and Sora!"

"It's nice to meet you!" Arin says as he enthusiastically shakes both of their hands.

"So, are you like, close or something?" Sora asks Akita in reference to her and Lloyd.

"Something like that. Lloyd helped to liberate our realm from an evil tyrant and his advisor... although the tyrant did turn out to be one of his friends, we worked it out. Kind of." Akita said, as though fond of the past adventures she and Lloyd shared.

"Huh... That sure is something I guess" Sora says scratching her head.

"So, what brings you all out here in the freezing cold?" Akita asks.

"Well, we came here looking for a cursed sword. It landed somewhere in the Never-Land's, and I... uh... thought it'd be a good training exercise, y'know, to test their resolve and all..."

"That is a terrible idea. It's FREEZING here. The fact that you have survived this long is a miracle honestly."

"Yeah... we figured."

Akita let out a sigh. "Come with us, we will get you warmed up and fed, our village is not very far from here anyways".

As the group walked away, the snow glowed and glistened brightly, their footprints, and any traces of their scuffle, soon to be eradicated by the snow.

[zoeaxrodriguez22]

CONQUEROR

𝐙𝐚𝐱'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝: One Shot 𐙚 Ivar the Boneless x Fem Reader (Amira) 𐙚

Summary: Amira, the daughter of a prominent emir in Al-Andalus, faces Ivar the Boneless, the ruthless Viking king who has taken everything by force. Their reunion stirs conflicting emotions—respect for his strength and power, but disdain for his methods. A tense conversation ensues, where admiration and bitter opposition collide. Can Amira survive in his world, or will she be consumed by it?

Warnings/Contains: Tension, conflicting respect, ideologies, manipulation, power dynamics, not proofread—English is not my first language!

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter:

The night outside was frigid, but the warmth of the fire crackling in the center of the tent softened the air. The light from the candles flickered, casting shadows on the walls and making the space feel even more intimate. Amira and Ivar sat across from each other, the distance between them physical but not emotional, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

Ivar’s gaze never wavered as he raised his glass, the deep red wine reflecting the glow of the fire in his eyes. He drank slowly, savoring each drop as though the action itself held meaning. Amira watched him with an unreadable expression, her own glass untouched, the warmth of the wine tempting but not enough to ease the tension coiled tightly in her chest.

“So, here we are,” Ivar said, setting his glass down with a quiet thud. “You and I, after all this time. Who would’ve thought?”

Amira didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied him, her gaze sharp, calculating. She wasn’t one to let emotions cloud her judgment.

“I didn’t expect to see you again,” she finally said, her voice cold, but steady. “Not like this. A king.”

A small, dark smile played at the corner of Ivar’s lips, but his eyes were still intense. “And yet, here I am.” His tone held no arrogance, just the weight of the fact he had always known this moment would come.

Amira felt a flicker of respect for his confidence, even if it was hard to swallow. The man before her was no longer the crippled prince she had once known, but a king, a leader of men who commanded the respect of thousands. She couldn’t deny that there was power in him, something undeniable, something that stirred a complex mix of admiration and bitterness inside her.

“Power suits you,” she said, her voice quiet but sharp, like a blade being drawn from its sheath. “But I don’t think it’s what you think it is.”

Ivar tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “And what do you think power is, Amira?”

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s not just taking. It’s understanding. It’s knowing when to lead and when to listen.” Her gaze flicked briefly to the guards outside, standing tall at attention, but she returned her focus to him. “What you do, Ivar, is conquest. And I know you like it that way.”

He leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. “Conquest is what makes the world turn, Amira. The strong take what they want, and the weak are left behind. That’s the way of things.”

“I know,” she replied, her voice steady despite the bitterness that began to rise in her chest. “But that doesn’t mean it’s right.”

Ivar chuckled softly, but there was no real amusement in it. “You’re naïve if you think anyone can change that. The world doesn’t care about what’s right or wrong. It only cares about who’s strong enough to shape it.”

Amira’s lips pressed together in a thin line, her jaw tightening. “I don’t believe that. Strength isn’t just in bloodshed. It’s in wisdom, in compassion, in strategy.”

He regarded her silently for a moment, his sharp gaze measuring her every word. “You admire strength,” he said, almost as a statement, “but you despise how I use it.”

She leaned back slightly in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “You use it to destroy, not to build.”

Ivar’s smile returned, but there was no warmth in it. “You see destruction where others see opportunity. I’ve built an empire, Amira. You can respect that, even if you can’t agree with the way I did it.”

Amira’s gaze flicked to the fire, her mind racing. She respected his mind, his sharpness, his relentless pursuit of his goals. But everything about the way he approached life—his ruthlessness, his disregard for the lives of those beneath him—disgusted her.

“I respect your strength, Ivar,” she said finally, her voice quieter now, more controlled. “But I don’t respect your methods. And I never will.”

There was a long silence between them, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. Ivar didn’t flinch, but something in his eyes flickered—a momentary flicker of doubt, of something more human beneath the king’s facade.

“I don’t need your respect,” he said, his voice quieter now, a touch of frustration creeping into his tone. “But I do need you.”

Amira met his gaze steadily, unyielding. “You think you can just take me, like everything else you’ve claimed?”

“I never said it would be easy,” Ivar replied, his voice low and serious. “But you’re not just anyone. You’re the one thing I can’t get out of my head. The one thing I need.”

Amira felt a pang in her chest at his words, but she swallowed it down. She wouldn’t let him see how his words affected her. Not now.

“You’re still the same,” she said, the words cutting deeper than she intended. “Chasing after things that aren’t yours to take.”

“I never take what isn’t offered,” Ivar said, his voice low, almost soft. “But I will make you see that you belong with me. One way or another.”

The finality in his tone settled over the room like a cloud, and for the first time, Amira felt the full weight of the man he had become. His words weren’t a challenge—they were a promise.

She knew there was no escape from him. Not now.

[georg-prime]

AaA finale wishes

Things I'm expecting to happen in no particular order:

Next trial is the last one, it's the earth trial but here it doesn't necessarily need a green witch to solve it

Agatha helps both Jen and Billy to regain the memories they lost after their own near death experience

Jen and Billy get out of the road without Agatha but not because they wanted to (either she push them out somehow for some reason, or Rio separate them on purpose then tries and keeps Agatha trapped so that she dies or something)

Timey wimey stuff happen because 'time is an illusion'

we see how Agatha was born/why her mother decided she was evil from birth

We see how Agatha and 'Rio' met and fell in love

How Agatha aquiered the darkhold

Some twist about Nick Scratch

Billy getting his full Wiccan appearance with a blueish suit and a red cape

Jen begins to teach other people, spreading good important witchy knowledge

Things I hope we'll get:

Part of the timey wimey stuff is that Wanda's kids were created from preexisting souls (at least pieces of them) who then went back to the body they were meant to be, hense Wanda's "thank you for choosing me to be your mother". Billy's reunion won't be with Tommy yet, nor Wanda, but with himself: he always has been Billy Kaplan he just also was Billy Maximoff for a bit too

We learn that an other teenager had a near death experience near Westview when the hex went down, but his powers suddenly manifested in a more violent way while he also had no idea who he was anymore. Tommy's souls might still be broken in two which could be why Billy can feel him in a way without really being able to know where he is. Or Tommy really is in a certain institution after he accidentally made things explode, and it's a place build to block all kinds of powers

Explanations about 'Rio', her origins and powers, and purpose. Is she really big cosmic entity Death, or a temporary limited to Earth jurisdiction, nerfed avatar of Death? Is she solidifying people's soul into flowers to transport them? Where does she take them, is it Mephisto's Hell dimension or Dormmamu's or an other - frustratingly - unspecified afterlife place. Would be nice if it was Battleworld for some of them so that we get a chance to see at least Alice again.

Speaking about Alice, if she isn't taken to Battleworld, a version of her from an alternate reality appears at the end.

Implied that Agatha starts or think of starting a magic academy like the MCU's version of Strange Academy

Someone drops the word 'mutant' - like they did in Miss Marvel - for Agatha, and possibly Billy.

Rather than 'Rio' getting Agatha to die in one way or an other, Agatha (maybe with Billy's help) 'frees' her from this Death job, and she just stays/goes back to being a green witch. She's very pissed and might try to/swears that she will directly kill Agatha but it is implied that they might now be more likely to reconcile one day - especially after also having here talked (screamed at each other) about Nicolas.

Billy goes home to his parents and tells them he remembers everything

America Chavez (and/or Kamala Khan and/or Kate Bishop) shows up in the credits

Somehow we learn Sharon "Ms Hart" Devis was using magic so that her flowers look perfect

The Bohner family reunion t-shirt was foreshadowing hilariously, and Ralph is actually Nick - is set up to be an antagonist in a sequel/spin off or something, it introduce Mephisto to the MCU like Thanos was before he appears in Ironheart

Just hopefully it's really as satisfying as they say it is, and not super depressing. In my honest opinion superhero fatigue isn't a thing, people just kept getting disappointed that those movies/shows rather than being cool and fun and safe entertainment, where the protagonist save the day and get the girl/guy, where now almost systematically full of tragedies or at best bitter-sweet.

Just give us some Halloween themed fun please haha 😅

[hes-striker]

At St. An’s in the Sloth Ring

Striker steps into the clinic tucked away in a sleepy corner of the Sloth Ring’s hospital — St. An’s. The receptionist barely glances up, too engrossed in a slow-moving crossword puzzle to take much notice of him. He lets out a sigh of relief, figuring this visit might actually go off without a hitch.

But just as he’s about to sit down, he catches sight of two familiar figures: Moxxie and Millie. His eyes narrow, a flash of annoyance crossing his face as his hand instinctively moves to his holster.

Striker: Well, ain’t this a nice little reunion. *He sneers, drawing his gun and holding it steady on them.*

Moxxie flinches, his own hand darting to his weapon. Millie, with her usual fire, follows suit, eyes blazing as she positions herself in front of Moxxie protectively.

Moxxie: *Glaring at Striker, his voice taut.* What the hell are you doing here, Striker? Didn’t take you for the type to visit the doctor.

Striker: Funny, I could ask the same about you two. *He smirks, though his grip on his gun is as steady as ever.*

Millie: *scoffs, her eyes not leaving him for a second.* And what, exactly, does a lowlife like you need with a doctor?

Striker: *his smirk fades slightly, though he doesn’t lower his weapon.* None of your damn business. Just keepin’ to my own, like you oughta be doin’.

The three of them stand locked in a tense standoff, the sounds of the quiet clinic and the oblivious receptionist in the background only amplifying the tension.

Millie: *Her voice steady and dangerous.* We don’t have to make this messy, Striker. You could just walk away.

Striker: *chuckles, though there’s a hint of strain in it.* Walkin’ away ain’t usually my style, darlin’. Besides, you think I’m just here on a friendly little visit?

Moxxie: *narrows his eyes, his suspicion mounting.* Why are you here, Striker? Last I checked, you weren’t exactly the type to keep up with… routine check-ups.

Striker: *gaze hardens, and he gives a slow, bitter smile.* Guess people change, huh? *He shifts uncomfortably, realizing he’s not about to give anything away to Moxxie and Millie. But with them blocking his only exit, he’s cornered.*

Millie: *Tilting her head, catching his discomfort.* You look like you got somethin’ to hide.

Striker: *snarling slightly* Don’t flatter yourselves. I’ve been in worse situations. *He glares at them both, lowering his gun just slightly.* How ‘bout you two mind your own damn business and let me get what I came here for?

Millie and Moxxie exchange a glance, both unwilling to back down but curious enough not to pull the trigger just yet. After a beat, Moxxie lowers his gun, though she keeps it within reach.

Millie: Fine. But if we catch you causin' trouble again, don’t expect us to go easy on you. You’re lucky we’ve got other priorities right now.

Striker: *grumbling* Fine by me. Would rather not have to deal with the likes of you anyway.

Receptionist: Mr. Striker! The Doctor will see you now!

With a final glare, he shoulders past them, making his way deeper into the clinic, though he can feel their eyes boring into his back. He’d gotten off easy this time, but he knew they’d be watching for him—and that this secret of his wouldn’t stay hidden forever.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Summary: After a day of sledding with a group of her former classmates, JJ is freezing and prepares to walk home when Billy offers her a ride. She invites him in for a warm drink to repay his favor, and things quickly heat up when he lights a fire and shares his best tips on keeping the frost bite at bay. Bask in the glow of this incendiary encounter in the next 1.8k words🔥 CW: SMUT, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, Billy is a little demanding A huge thank you to my beta reader and editor @lifesshort-imshorter for helping me bring this piece to life!!!

DAY THREE OF HOHOHOE WEEK Prompt: Fireplace Read the rest of this mini series here: Part 1 | Part 2

JJ stood at the top of the snow covered hill with the rest of her classmates. Quite a few of them showed up to the Hawkins sledding reunion party Nancy had organized for those of them that were home for the holidays. Everyone was complaining about how cold it was and how they didn’t want to be chilled to the bone by falling in the snow. She couldn’t believe these people had agreed to make an appearance solely for a party to play in a winter wonderland and then refused to participate.

“Seriously, you guys?” She shook her head in disappointment. “Move. I’m going down.” The small crowd parted, and JJ steadied her sled at the top of the hill, making sure it would travel straight from where it started. Everyone’s eyes were on her, including Billy’s, whose burned brightly as he watched her daredevil antics.

“Need a push?” He stepped forward and offered to help JJ start her downhill journey. She smiled over her shoulder at him and replied with one simple word.

“Nope.” With that, she took a running step forward and jumped into the sled, the momentum propelling her forward and down the hill. Inspired by JJ’s bravery, the rest of the group followed suit, everyone finally conceding to having the good time they all gathered for in the first place.

The rest of the afternoon was spent laughing, catapulting snowballs, and wiping out in the icy powder. Everyone agreed they couldn’t remember the last time they had so much fun. Billy was just glad to be there with JJ, soaking in the warmth that emanated from her on that freezing winter day.

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The sun was setting, and JJ was completely soaked through her clothes. Teeth chattering, cheeks aching from smiling and the bite of the bitter wind, she began saying goodbye to her classmates.

“I need to get going so I’m not walking in the dark. I’ll see you guys at Tina’s in a couple days!” She waved, a chorus of farewells arising from the group as she gathered her sled.

“Walking?” Billy’s voice boomed above the rest.

“Yeah,” JJ answered. “It’s not far.”

“No way. You’re freezing. Come on, let me give you a ride. It’s on my way.” Billy stepped toward her while all of the bystanders quieted, waiting for her to bite back sarcastically. To their surprise, she accepted graciously.

“Actually, that would be nice.” JJ’s whole body shook from the cold as she spoke. Following Billy to where his car was parked, she was thrilled to see he was still driving that cobalt blue Camaro she had always made fun of him for but secretly loved.

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“Thanks again for the ride.” JJ was still shivering as Billy pulled into the Ferons’ driveway.

“Any time,” he drawled, his signature smirk sliding into place. JJ had the house to herself for the night. Her parents were being entertained at another stuffy cocktail hour for some other overly posh law firm, and while she originally planned to get some relaxation time in, she now had a better idea.

“You want to come in? I’ll make you a hot drink for your troubles.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Billy replied, his smirk blooming into a smile. He followed JJ inside, and he couldn’t help but notice she was still shaking from the cold permeating through her wet clothes.

“I’ll put the kettle on. You make yourself comfortable,” she instructed, leaving Billy alone in the living room. 

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“What’s all this?” JJ’s grin shone brightly against the dim glow of a fire crackling in the fireplace. She handed Billy one of the mugs she was carrying back from the kitchen, taking note of the pile of blankets on the floor in front of the dancing flames.

“You’re freezing. We need to get you warmed up, and I thought a fire might help. Here,” Billy said, taking JJ’s hand and leading her over to the bundle of warmth he had prepared. They sat down on the plush area rug together, and Billy draped two of the blankets over JJ’s shoulders, wrapping his arms around her, moving them up and down slowly to create friction.

“What a gentleman,” JJ crooned in jest, giggling at Billy’s display.

“Frostbite is no joke, Jacqueline,” he quipped back, his smile still bright in the low light.

“I suppose that’s true,” she agreed. They shared a comfortable silence looking far off into the fire, the crackling and popping sounds keeping them company.

“You know,” Billy started. “Body heat is really the most effective way to warm up.” JJ met his gaze, and his ocean eyes were dark with a devilish haze. She knew exactly what he was playing at, and she loved this game.

“Oh, well, in that case.” JJ stood up, letting the blankets fall from her shoulders, and pulled her sweater over her head, discarding it onto the floor. Billy’s eyes followed her every move as she peeled off more layers – t-shirt, undershirt, pants, socks – until she was down to just her underwear, her blue lace bra almost matching the color of his stare.

Billy followed suit, shedding his sweater, shirt, and pants, still watching her all the time. JJ felt the heat of a blush creep up to her cheeks just looking at him. He was like a God. The outline of every dip and valley of Billy’s body was contoured by the flickering of the fire. His golden skin looked butter-soft, and all JJ wanted to do was touch him, but she forced herself to be patient.

They returned to their seats on the rug, and Billy leaned closer to her, cupping the side of her face in his hand with a hungry look in his eyes. JJ’s lips parted as Billy ghosted his thumb over them, and there was no more talking. He kissed her slowly, with passion and sincerity, and she was already losing herself.

Billy tasted sweet like honey and warm sugar, and soon JJ was melting into him while their kisses turned fiery, all teeth, tongue, and desperation. Billy pressed wet, needy kisses to her jaw, her neck, her collar bone, leaving playful bites in his wake. JJ’s breathing grew heavy, and all she wanted was more, more, more.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, Billy leaned into her until her back was pressed into the thick, plush rug in front of the fire. He lowered himself to her face one last time, locking her lips into his and running his tongue along the bottom one, then the top. He was teasing her, and she was eating it up.

Billy placed nips and kisses again down her neck, to her collar bone, to her chest, and he didn’t stop until he got to the top of her panties, taking the waistband in his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin. He glanced up at her from between her thighs, eyes full of sin, and JJ’s heart hammered double time.

“Are you warming up yet?” Billy asked seductively before pressing his warm, wet tongue flat against her clothed slit, just enough so that she could feel the rush of his hot breath.

“Whatever you do,” JJ warned, running her fingers through Billy’s sandy curls, “just don’t stop.” A dangerous grin formed on Billy’s face just before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them to the side. Big, strong hands pushed her thighs apart, making room for Billy to nestle down in between them. His breath ghosted across her bare skin, creating goosebumps over her entire body as he licked a long stripe through her folds.

JJ’s breath hitched at the contact, and she pulled lightly on Billy’s curls, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest. His tongue was like warm velvet sliding up and down and in delicious circles around her clit, and her vision grew hazy in the glow of the flames. She didn’t have room in her mind to care that her moans sounded pathetic and desperate as she tightened her grip in Billy’s hair and moved her hips languidly against his expert mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” Billy’s eyes snapped up to meet hers as she glanced down at his mesmerizing movements, the work of his mouth and his dark stare setting her core ablaze. She let out a gasp when she felt him push two fingers inside of her, curling them up to meet her sweet spot. He fucked her slowly, the constant contact of his tongue pushing her closer and closer to the breaking point.

“Billy, please,” she breathed, her eyes brimming with tears at the stimulation.

“Beg me,” he purred, the low vibrations of his voice against her aching pussy sending shockwaves crashing over her.

“Please, I want to cum for you so bad. Mmmm – please, Billy.” With those magic words, he picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers into her harder and faster and sucking fiendishly on her clit until her moans turned into blissful sobs. Every move Billy made stoked the embers in her core until it was white hot and smoldering, and then there was an explosion.

JJ’s eyes screwed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as she lost control, her whole body shuddering as her walls clenched around Billy’s fingers. She writhed against his tongue, a string of colorful expletives flooding from her lips as she rode out her climax. Slowly seeping back into the fabric of reality, JJ steadied her breathing as Billy removed his fingers and set an iron grasp on her thighs, pushing them farther apart while his blunt nails dug into her flesh as he held her there.

He continued to lavish slow, lazy circles on her clit, the overstimulation sending jolts up her spine as more tears slipped down her cheeks. JJ couldn’t take it anymore and tried her best to push him away, but he was too strong.

“Beg me,” Billy commanded once more. He wasn’t going to stop until she was a pathetic, weeping mess.

“Billy, please,” she cried. “I can’t take it anymore, please.” He gave one last long lick along her clit and looked up at her, his cerulean eyes shining like the surface of the ocean under the sun. He steadied himself on his knees and stretched his back, the glow of the fire rippling over his defined muscles before he laid down next to her.

“You taste divine,” he whispered. He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, and she could taste the sweet and sour remnants of herself on his tongue.

Once she was finally able to string a coherent thought together, JJ knew she was in trouble. Everything about Billy consumed her entirely, and though she knew she’d never be the same, in that moment, all she wanted was to be completely immersed in him. He was going to ruin her, and she was content to let it happen.

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[cerosin-bis]

God. Your Hans/Krueger stuff is just…. So delicious. I can taste the bitterness and lust from my phone screen. I do have a couple of questions for your visions of the characters that I don’t recall if you’ve answered from your head canons page if you don’t mind!

I know you’ve said that Hans/Krueger mostly fuck around because they can and they have history. Was it ever romantic? It seems like from Hans perspective he truly is sick with how much he cares for Krueger (or more likely, the past he has with him that he idealizes in a poor attempt at metaphorical ownership of the man,) and Krueger seems more or less nonchalant with the whole emotional situation (like playing into Hans fantasy of him gets him what he wants so he does it with reckless abandon.) Are they bitter exes? Is the love still there? Do either of them want or would ever go for reconciliation?

I also have to ask where Nikto fits into their dynamic, if at all. Your nikto fics, at least by virtue of being Krueger’s perspective for the one about the tattoo, seem to have a lot more emotional weight between the two. Is Hans bitter over this? Does Krueger prefer Nikto? Or is it more like he gets different kicks from them? Does Hans even know about Krueger and Nikto? Would he ever want to?

Sorry for all the questions but your writing is soooo good it’s inspired all sorts of follow ups in my brain. Please feel free to share any other tangential thoughts!!! I love the way you think. I want more of it :)

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ASK oh my god. You worded things so damn well. It'll be a pleasure to reply 🫡 Thank you so, so much about your kind words about my work. means a whole lot. ♥

The "short answer" is that in both those pairings, love exists, but as different words and concepts as a whole. In a "do not do this at home" way, Krueger/Golem is (post-reunion) love as temperance (moderation/restraint) and familiarity. Krueger/Nikto is love as violent devotion and codependency.

In both cases there's very reciprocal, genuine fondness, but it's under a lot of layers.

Long (very long. sorry. I am passionate about this.) answer under the cut. ⤵

I went over my vision of Krueger/Golem quite a bit in this post. To answer your question, yes, Hans is definitely bitter about caving in so easily for anything Krueger. Golem's tragedy is that he's very aware of it but he can't fight it, because two factors are at hand: his self-indulgence problem, and Krueger's natural tendency to get people in his grip (unstoppable force teaming up with the immovable object against Hans, if you will). But like I said in the post I linked, Krueger is attached. In his own Krueger way, but the familiarity between them is comfortable to him in a way he knows he can't find anywhere else.

Hans gets a very special treatment: Krueger does not push his boundaries. Anything Hans does regarding the Sebastian subject is ultimately motivated by his own will. He knows he can, so he takes and he'll tell you that's his problem only. Truth is, it plays a big part, but Krueger still wants him → which is why he doesn't let go either, and which leads to him constantly worming his way into Hans' life, for said man's greatest dismay... and pleasure.

You worded it really REALLY well: Krueger does play into Hans' fantasies because it's fun and it gets them what they both want, and that includes giving Hans this superficial "control" over his own actions by leading the way to things (as opposed to directly provoking them). Ultimately, both get the best of both worlds: Golem has sobered off from their initial "breakup" so this suits him - he does not want it to be an actual relationship. It's a loose friends with benefits thing, he's work-focused, and knows how Krueger works now: there's no unsaid things, no actual bounds: he's at peace.

As a comparison, Krueger will push Nikto's boundaries to feed more and more into their violent codependency, and because this is also what Nikto himself seeks from what they have.

So yes, Sebastian does get different kicks from Golem and Nikto. Which is exactly why he doesn't have an actual favourite. He needs both for his enrichment (physically and mentally, I can't say emotionally because I headcanon that Krueger has psychopathic traits and does not get attached (or bothered) like a normal human being would. but these two are the highest on the list of people sebastian krueger Likes).

Nikto is like. There's no one (ha) like him in the world. In a sick way, Krueger enjoys seeing him at his best, at his worst, being able to - perhaps being the only one able to read and handle him so well; while Nikto finds in this both an anchor and an outlet. Krueger and Nikto become insanely fusional because they're both obsessed with the other due to their sick traits and know they won't find it anywhere else. They're two dogs that will attempt to maul each other to death and then sleep peacefully on each other with their muzzles still bloody, because they are fond of each other. rinse and repeat.

Golem loosely knows about Krueger and Nikto, but he isn't really bothered or jealous. If anything, he gets an ego boost from it: Krueger messes around with Nikto on the regular, they both practically live in each other's skin, yet Sebastian still semi-regularly comes back to him? Yeah, he's got a special treatment. And he loves it.