#Can Anyone Hear Me You Have To Understand-

[moonstruckme]

in theory i really want to see bodyguard!james and reader where she gets hurt and he takes care of her… but i literally cannot imagine him letting her get hurt at any point. unless like they both barely escape with their lives, or maybe someone else was on her detail for the day — cutting myself off with an idea: james is set on another task for an event for whatever reason and when danger erupts somehow, he completely abandons it to come protect her even though shes supposed to have another detail, desperate to protect her

Hi! I sort of did a mix of these if that's alright, thanks for requesting!

cw: mention of blood, small head injury, past break-in/attack

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Your heart lurches when the bathroom door handle jiggles, someone using a key, but then James steps inside. 

You choke on a sob you didn’t realize had been building. He rushes to meet you as you stand from the closed toilet, arms coming tight around your waist. It’s a good thing, because your legs don’t seem ready to support you. Your knees are wobbly and insubstantial, your ribs feel sore, and you can only see out of one eye. But James is here, so that’s all alright. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” He sounds teary. You know James to be an emotional creature, but he doesn’t often let them show when he’s working. Though you don’t suppose he is working, since he’d gone home from his shift not long ago. “Fuck, I’m so glad you’re in one piece.” 

“What’re you doing here?” 

“I heard what happened.” He squeezes you tight, then releases you, taking your face in his hands. “Are you okay? What happened here?” He touches near your forehead. 

You take a breath, but despite your best intentions your voice wobbles. “I’m okay.” 

James’ expression melts with understanding. Blood still flows hot over your eye, the sharp pain on your head bleeding but evidently not enough to worry the men on your detail who’d hustled you in here after the guy who’d broken in and tried to attack you was subdued. Enough to make your lungs feel tight and panicky, though. 

James strokes his thumb over your cheek. “You’re okay,” he agrees. 

“I just—I can’t see, James.” 

“I know, let’s see. Let me have a look.” He sits you back down on the toilet, grabbing a few things from the cabinet underneath your sink before squatting in front of you. You swear, he knows where you keep your things better than you do. James pushes your hair away from your face, gentle fingers landing at your hairline. “Oh, it’s only small.” 

“Why is it bleeding so much?” 

“Because head wounds bleed a lot, honey,” he says lightly. You recognize this tone; it’s the one he always uses when he can tell you’re spiraling, extra untroubled to counter you. It used to work better before you knew him so well. “You’ll be alright, I’m just going to clean it for you. Does it hurt much?”

“Not a lot,” you say, wincing as he passes a sterile wipe over the cut. 

James frowns. “They didn’t send someone to look at you?” 

“You look at me all the time. Not sure they need someone else to do it.” 

He snorts. “I mean like a doctor, babe.” 

You knew what he meant. “No.” You try to keep the pique out of your tone, but you suspect he hears it anyway. “They just ran me in here and told me to stay put.” 

“That is protocol,” James allows. “Maybe they’ve just not had time to send someone yet. They’ve brought the assailant into the other wing for questioning.” 

You furrow your brows, and he says quietly “hey,” thumbing at your forehead so you relax it again. 

“Assailant?” 

James hesitates. “I suppose he may not qualify as an assailant. That’s just the term we always use to describe anyone who tries to get to you.” 

Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. You gnaw on it pensively. “But you think he was really here to kill me?” 

“We’re your security team,” James says gently. “We have to work off the assumption that anyone attempting to get to you is trying to kill you.” He places a bandage over your cut, looking you in the eye. “But that’s not for you to worry about, okay? That’s our job.” 

You’re silent while he gets a few more sterile wipes, ripping one open. You’re not sure exactly how much blood is on you, but that he starts cleaning underneath your jaw doesn’t feel like a great sign. 

“You’re not on shift,” you say after a minute. “How did you know to come?” 

James thinks for a second. “You know our team uses a private radio channel to communicate, right?” You nod. “Well, the signal doesn’t stretch far, but I sometimes listen to it on my way home until it goes out.” He gives you a half sheepish look. “We’re not supposed to, but it makes me feel better to check up on things.” 

You laugh softly. “Can’t ever stop working, can you?” 

“Hey, just because you’re alright when I leave you doesn’t mean you will be five minutes later.” You can tell it’s meant to be a joke, but James’ tone sobers near the end of his sentence. You’re sure he’s thinking about what happened today, same as you. He says quietly, “I just like to keep up to date on you for as long as I can.” 

He starts cleaning the blood off your eye, and you shut your other one while he does. James’ hands are characteristically gentle, something that had surprised you after first meeting him. Here’s this bodyguard, all broad frame and big, intimidating muscles, and he touches you with all the loving softness of a teddy bear. 

He does one last swipe over your eye, says “there,” and kisses near your eyebrow. 

“Thanks, Jamie.” You fold forward, looping your arms around his neck. He knows what you need, big palm moving up your spine. You press your face into the meat of his shoulder. “I know I’m supposed to say that I like it when you go home and rest,” you mumble, “but I sort of wish you could stay here all of the time.” 

“Maybe we can work out a solution,” he humors you. “I could set up a cot by the end of your bed.” 

“Don't be silly.” You hug him tighter. “I’d at least blow up an air mattress for you. And you could have a whole bathroom drawer to yourself.” 

“That is a very generous offer.” You can hear the smile in James voice. Can feel the affection he’s squeezing into your sore ribs. “I’ll check with the boss and get back to you, okay?”

[myriad-rainbows]

From observation:

Collect a small group of ADHD and/or autistic and/or polyamorous people (other types of people may also work but I haven't tried that) (you also don't have to date them. but having SOME kind of mutual long term commitment probably helps.)

Spend ~5-10 years communicating with them in a daily or near-daily intentional way about things that matter (such as values, goals, feelings, needs, wants)

Everyone also goes to a regular therapy during this time and works on learning how to give and receive constructive criticism effectively (note: you do NOT have to get perfect at this at any point, but it is essential to commit to the intention and keep coming back to attempting it)

This helps you learn how to act like a person who it is safe to be mad at AND helps the other people learn to trust that you are safe to be mad at (& express it), provided they are doing their own work

Recognize & accept that sometimes people will still have Feelings about being asked if they're upset with you about something, and then you might even have Feelings about their Feelings, but nobody's feelings inherently dictate that anyone has to act in a specific way

Congratulations*, you've made an "are you mad at me" that (with these specific people, provided they haven't hit skills breakdown) is taken neutrally and informationally!

Sample script: "Hey, I'm wondering if you're upset with me, because [X]. If that's true even a little bit, would you tell me? Because I care about hearing your feelings, and I'd also like to know if there's something I can do that would help."

The "because [X]" is optional, but if your reason for wondering is something about how they're behaving, it gives them an opening to explain the reason for that behavior if it isn't that they're mad at you. X could be a mannerism, a way they're treating you, OR something like "I would be/understand being mad at someone who did [thing you're worried they're mad about]" or "other people have been mad at me about [action] before", or probably a secret nth thing I haven't thought of.

If you are talking with someone who you know or suspect has trouble believing that you actually want to know when they're mad at you, you could try (either in the moment or in some other metacommunication conversation) adding further reassurance/arguments for why they can and should tell you; for example:

"It helps me trust that when you tell me you're not mad at me, you're telling the truth, rather than trying to spare my feelings [optional: because even though I think you're trustworthy, my nervous system can't always get with the program]"

"It makes me feel honored that you feel like I'm a safe person to share difficult feedback with"

"Even if I feel hurt over you being upset with me, the fact that you shared that with me feels like a way you're showing that our relationship is important to you and that you know it's important to me too, which feels good"

Huge shoutout to my wife for helping me learn All That, practicing it very well themself, and being one of my small group of people.

*Results not guaranteed. Terms and conditions apply.

They should make a "are you mad at me" that is taken neutrally and informationally every time and doesn't make everything worse when you ask it

[thelastsequence]

My helpful sister

Sub M!Reader x tripleS Xinyu

Tags: Incest (oops), Pegging (oops), Fluff? (I tried my best)

3k words

“Noona… can I come in? I hope you’re not busy or anything.” I waited outside my older sister’s room, nervously pacing about. Without warning, the door opened and my sister’s tall frame came into view.

“What’s the matter? Xinyu-noona is here to help!” She placed a hand on my shoulder, her slender fingers gently gripping my shoulder.

“Noona, it’s kinda… embarrassing. I don’t want anyone else to hear, so…”

“Ah, come in then. I wonder what troubles my baby brother is facing this time.” She giggled which made me smile sheepishly. Xinyu was three years older than me and it showed, as she was taller than me too. As our parents were usually overseas for work, she was the one who had taken care of me during our teenage years and our bond was closer than that of other siblings.

“Before I say anything, promise me you won’t laugh okay? I’m serious…”

“Yah, when have I ever laughed at you when you needed my help? Do you really think I’d do that to you?” She pouted her lips and pretended to act hurt, which made me chuckle a little.

“C’mon noona, I know you won’t but… it’s really REALLY embarrassing, and I don’t know who else to ask.”

She sat on her bed and motioned for me to sit next to her, which I obliged. She put her shoulder around me and turned to face me.

“You know you can tell me anything right? Spill the beans!”

“Here goes nothing… Noona, you know me and my girlfriend have been dating for a while now and… we’re starting to do stuff in the bedroom…”

“WOAHHH! My baby brother is getting laid?!”

I playfully shoved her, feeling my face getting hotter as a result of having to tell my sister about my sex life.

“Shut up! We’ve… done the normal stuff so far… but the other day she asked me if I wanted to try… pegging.”

“Pegging?! Damn, your girlfriend sure is freaky.”

“The thing is, she seems really into it, but obviously, I don’t have any experience with this kinda stuff, so… I was wondering if you could, y’know, help me out here.”

Xinyu’s eyes widened in shock. “Huh?!”

“Look, I don’t trust the internet with this because it’s really subjective for everyone, and I also don’t wanna get caught researching on how to get pegged y’know. And besides… I thought that you understand me the best, so… you’d be able to help me out.”

My sister stared at me with a smirk, gears spinning in her head. I wouldn’t know it yet, but she was forming a plan in her head.

“Noona, I don’t wanna disappoint my girlfriend, okay? I don’t wanna look like a fool in front of her. Can you help me, pleaseee?” Even though it was super cringey, I put on my Puss in Boots face which was my secret weapon and my sister’s weakness. I could see her gaze soften and her grip on my shoulder loosened a little.

“Okay, okay, of course I’ll help my baby brother. So… what do you know about pegging?”

“I don’t really understand what this article is saying…” I showed her an article about pegging on my phone.

She shook her head in mock disappointment. “Tsk tsk, that’s not how you wanna do it. How about… some hands-on experience?”

I looked at her quizzically, not sure what she meant. She got up and walked over to her white bedside table, and from a drawer she pulled out something I had never seen before: a long, pink plastic dildo with a harness and a small transparent bottle of what I assumed was lube.

“This is gonna be so fun, baby brother.” She closed the distance between us, towering over me as I sat on her bed with my tail between my legs.

“Noona, is that…”

She nodded with a smile on her face and tossed the items over to me. 

“I’m gonna peg you, baby brother.”

“Noona, what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, don’t play dumb.” She playfully poked my shoulder. I looked at her confused, not knowing where she was headed with this.

Huh?!

All sorts of thoughts raced through my head. My own sister wanted to peg me?! No way I had heard that correctly, Xinyu would never say something like that to me… right?

“W-what? Are you crazy?” I protested incredulously.

“Look, hear me out,” she sat next to me on her bed. “It’s better for me to show you how it really is, rather than just some articles or videos. After all, some practical experience is definitely better right?” Her hand reached onto my thigh, fingers tracing circles near my crotch. My mind told me to get up and run away, that this was all sorts of wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this with my own older sister. But the growing hardness in my pants convinced me otherwise, egged on by Xinyu’s fingers creeping closer and closer towards it.

“Noona, a-are you sure? This seems kinda wrong… We’re siblings after all.”

Hearing that, her other hand gently caressed my cheek and she turned my head to face her. There was a glint of lust in her eyes masked by the usual caring demeanour that she carried around me.

“Baby boy… don’t worry, don’t you trust your noona? I’m gonna take good care of you, okay? And besides, we’re not having real sex, so it’s not anything weird.”

Without me realising, her hand had inched its way onto my cock, rubbing my tip at an agonising pace. My breath quickened and I leaned into her, my face meeting her collarbone. Her scent intoxicated me, the whole situation driving me wild.

“Noona, are you sure?” I looked up at her, not knowing what to do.

Her piercing grey eyes met my wavering gaze and she nodded assuringly. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

“Baby boy… Noona loves you so much. I wouldn’t let you get hurt, okay?”

I nodded and hesitantly wrapped my arms around her, softly whispering, “O-okay, let’s do it noona. I… I love you too.”

She ruffled my hair lovingly, with her other hand still gently palming my cock. “Good boy… I’ll need you to listen to noona, okay?”

I nodded shyly, placing all my trust in her. My mind was racing as the boundaries between my sister and I started to disappear.

“Holy fuck, I didn��t know my baby brother was packing a monster. Your girlfriend’s so lucky.”

“Pull down your pants for me.”

Turning red, I obediently reached down and unbuttoned my cargo pants, pulling them down. My stiff erection was now straining against the waistband of my Calvin Klein boxers. I looked up to see Xinyu staring hungrily at my crotch which only made me more embarrassed.

I blushed at her praise, feeling a twisted sense of happiness that my sister was complimenting my cock. Her fingers crept into my boxers, slowly pulling the waistband down and freeing my raging boner.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed at the sight of my cock standing proudly for her. She immediately latched onto it and started to stroke me gently.

“Noona… that feels so good…”

She smiled at me while quickening her pace, her fingers deftly working my cock. Unable to hold it in any longer, I let out a soft moan and rested my head on her collarbone again.

“Mmm, someone’s getting worked up. Time for the real deal…” Her fingers left my crotch and instead went to the toys that were sitting on her bed.

“So, the first thing is to make sure that you use a lot of lube, otherwise it’s gonna hurt.” Her long, deft fingers unscrewed the bottlecap and slathered the pink toy with lube. I gawked at her actions, feeling the heat rise inside my body. Xinyu’s fingers expertly coated the dildo with the lube until it was glistening.

“Next, you need to relax and take deep breaths. If you don’t relax, it’s not gonna feel good, understand?” She moved closer towards me and placed a hand on my chest, feeling my quickening heartbeat. Relax, she whispered, and I felt a strange feeling bubbling inside me.

“Noona, I can’t… I’m nervous…”

“It’s okay, noona will take care of you. Just breathe in, breathe out… that’s it…”

Xinyu leaned forward and gave me a sudden peck on my cheek in an attempt to soothe me. How was I supposed to calm down now? 

I nodded, my cheeks a faint shade of red, and tried my best to calm down for her. I trusted my sister to take care of me throughout this whole process, just like she’d done for basically my entire life.

“Here comes the fun part. I want you to get on all fours for noona.” She said with a devious smirk.

My body was now moving on its own; I felt like I was an outsider watching from above. Obediently, I lay down on Xinyu’s bed, waiting with bated breath. She got up behind me, her gentle hands holding my waist firmly.

“Fuck, I never knew you had such a cute ass.” She said with a giggle. Even though she couldn’t see it, I blushed hard and muttered out a solitary thanks.

“Now just relax. Noona’s in control now.”

I gulped hearing that, but I knew Xinyu would be gentle with me. Deep down, I also knew our relationship as brother and sister would never be the same again. There was no going back now.

She pulled my boxers all the way down and poured more lube on my now-exposed hole, which me made gasp in shock. The cold liquid combined with her finger probing at my sensitive spot was a completely new sensation. I could hear her breaths grow quicker in anticipation.

The dildo strained a little more against me, before the head pushed into my hole. My mind went blank with both pain and pleasure and I moaned out loud. My sister patted my head as she pushed further into me, the plastic toy carving its way into my butt causing all sorts of new sensations. I moaned louder again, all thoughts escaping from my head except that of my sister and how she was completely in control of me right now.

“Here it comes, baby brother.”

I felt the pressure of the toy at my entrance, straining against it. I gasped at this new feeling, pleasurable but also slightly uncomfortable. Xinyu’s hand gripped my waist harder. Her soft lips brushed against my cheek, a comforting gesture from the sister that I loved dearly.

“Good boy… You took it so well.”

I could only let out a timid mmph, the fullness of her strap turning my brain to mush. She remained in the same position, hands on my back and waist, her strap still lodged snugly inside me.

“I’m gonna leave it in you for a bit, let you get used to it, okay?”

It felt like an eternity, with Xinyu buried inside me, but in reality only about twenty seconds had passed.

“Gonna pull out now…”

Her nails dug into my skin and I whimpered, as she slowly pulled herself out of me. My knees buckled with the intensity of this new sensation and I couldn’t control my moans again. With a pop, Xinyu pulled the toy out and gave my butt a light spank.

“Good boy… that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“N-no, noona…” I muttered weakly. I felt the coldness of more lube on my now-loosened hole, my sister’s warm hands holding me in place. Once again, her strap probed my entrance before sliding in, this time with less resistance than before.

I let out a guttural moan as Xinyu penetrated me again. My knees grew weak and my body sank to the bed, with my hands clinging onto her bedsheet for dear life.

“Noonaaaa… nghhh…”

It felt as if Xinyu’s strap was rearranging my insides with every thrust of her hips. Her hands tightened their grip on my waist, holding me steady as she started to gain a rhythm.

I started feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed with the pleasure my sister was giving me, even drooling a bit onto her pillow. A sudden harsh spank jolted me back to life as Xinyu pounded me with greater intensity.

“Mmm, you look so cute on all fours for noona.”

I gasped as she picked up the pace, thrusting back and forth with more speed and less grace. Her room was filled with the slap-slap sounds of skin-on-skin and my needy, uncontrollable moans.

“Your girlfriend’s so lucky to have you, you know that? I’m so jealous of her, if only I could have you all for myself…” My lust-filled fuzzy mind struggled to comprehend that last sentence, although it made me do a double take at my sister’s words.

“Noona… I… I’m close…” I moaned out weakly.

“Don’t touch yourself okay, just let it come naturally. Good boy…”

Hearing that I was reaching my climax, Xinyu picked up the pace and started pounding me faster and faster, driving me to the edge of my orgasm. I could feel her nails dig into my skin and I knew it was gonna leave a mark later. Not that I minded, of course.

It was a weird feeling, my first time that I would cum hands-free. I didn’t even know if I could do it, but as Xinyu repeatedly found my prostate, I knew it was inevitable.

“Noona… I’m gonna… gonna…” I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Yes, cum for me, baby… show noona how much you love her…” Xinyu whispered sultrily in my ear.

A sharp spank sent me over the edge, and I shot streak after streak of cum onto her bedsheet. My knees slumped forward, all my energy spent. I could hear Xinyu gasp, followed by a cute giggle and another sudden spank.

“Oh my god… noona… that was so good.”

She gently ruffled my hair and slowly pulled her strap out of my ass, which sent me squirming once again. I turned around around to face her, panting, before leaning in for a hug. She wrapped me in her warm, loving embrace; it was as if we hadn’t just engaged in borderline incest. 

“I know, baby brother, noona loved it too.” she said with a giggle. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

I blushed as this was just supposed to be “practice” for me with my girlfriend, but a part of me wanted this to be a more regular thing.

I shyly nodded in agreement, hugging her tighter in a mixture of embarrassment and forbidden desire.

Her fingers lifted my chin up and I met her piercing gaze. She spoke in a low tone, “Baby brother, can you promise noona one thing? If you wanna do this more, you’ve gotta…”

I gulped nervously, not knowing what rule or condition she was going to make.

“You’ve gotta break up with your girlfriend.”

My jaw dropped in shock. Why would my loving sister want me to break up with my girlfriend, just for this? My mind was a blur of emotions, I struggled to form a cohesive thought.

“Noona… why? I lo-” I was about to say “love”, but I realised deep down that my feelings for my girlfriend were nothing compared to what I felt for Xinyu.

“Look, which girl is going to want a guy that fucks his sister? And besides…” she traced my thigh with a solitary finger, “You’re mine now. You’re noona’s baby boy forever, and no girl is gonna take you away from me. I love you more than any other girl will, do you understand that?”

She gently stroked my cheek with her other hand, now speaking in a softer tone. “Noona loves you so much. I wanna take care of you forever. Please?”

My heart was overwhelmed with emotions, but my instinct told me to say yes, to give in to my sister that had loved me tenderly her whole life. No matter how wrong or forbidden it was, it was right to the two of us. I reached up to grasp her hand, nodding with a tentative smile on my face.

“O-okay, I’ll break up with her noona. I… I only want you too.”

Time seemed to slow down as Xinyu’s angelic face moved closer towards me. Leaning in for a kiss. My breath caught in my throat as I didn’t know what to do. I just closed my eyes, letting my body react on its own. Her soft lips met mine, hitting me with the taste of strawberry lip gloss. Her tongue made its way into my mouth, dominating mine as our tongues slid over each others’. I moaned softly as she continued to kiss me passionately, and I submitted to her. I sunk down into her bed and relaxed, as I let her take charge of the kiss. She gave my lower lip a gentle nibble, the sensation of it making me want her even more.

After a while, Xinyu backed away from the kiss, a wide smile on her lips. Seeing how happy she was, I couldn’t help but feel the same way.

“So… baby brother, ready for round 2?”

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Hi everyone! So sorry for disappearing, my work has taken up almost all of my time for the past few months. I really appreciate everyone who’s enjoyed my first two fics (part three will come soon, I promise). It still feels surreal that there are people out there who are looking forward to my work, I won’t disappoint you all! I really hope you enjoyed this piece :3 see you around!!

[lvis44]

Senna or Superman // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Talk of this seasons difficulties, Suggestive dialogue, (Felipe Massa jump scare mention), Not Edited

Word Count: 4.3k+

Summary: Brazil 2024 was unforgiving, but amidst it all some greatness can still be achieved.

Notes: Hey y'all, like I said, I was feeling like typing and needed to work on something different for a second and I think I can speak for all of us that today had me feeling all of the emotions. There's definitely some angst in here but a lot of it is just absolute fluff and reader being an absolute Stan of her boyfriend, bc who wouldn't be if they were dating Lewis Hamilton, lets be real. Also, I've said it once I will say it again, I cannot follow a tense to save my life to ignore that. Kisses xxxx!!!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

You hadn’t gotten much sleep and you were feeling it as you sat in the back of the Mercedes garage. Lewis had been hyper and full of anxious energy when he returned to the hotel last night. He had spent most of the previous day bobbing around the paddock like an energetic child, complaining about the delay in qualifying and trying to convince anyone that would listen to him that they should be sent out to try and put a lap together. He’s in Brazil, he wants to put on a show, but he’d been forced to wait much to his dismay and that had left you having to deal with him. He had been hyper after being so ready to go but never getting the release from his adrenaline and also annoyed that the sport had changed so much, yapping on about how when he first got to F1 they would have sent them out and that danger and adrenaline is a key part of the sport. You tried incessantly to get him to chill but you really had to just let him wear himself out, much like an actual child. It wasn’t until later in the evening, laying against his chest after finally convincing him to try to get some sleep, that you really got the answer to his emotions.

~

“I’m so excited and honored that I’m driving the MP4 tomorrow, but I’m also nervous. I was so prepared to do it today but having to wait, delaying the gratification, it’s really getting to me.” Lewis whispered into the comfortable silence, surprising you with the unprompted admission.

“It’s even more iconic to do it on race day.” You told him softly, rubbing your hand against his warm chest hoping to lighten the weight of whatever way playing in his mind.

He just hummed in response, evidently deep in his thoughts, his arm tightening around you ever so slightly.

“It’s understandable that you’re nervous Lew, you’re driving a piece of history, not just history to the sport but to your own personal journey and career. You’ve been asked to drive your idols car, the man is the reason you found your calling. Superman or Senna, right?” You kept your voice quiet, realizing that he needed to talk this through a bit more but not wanting to disrupt the peace that had settled around the two of you.

He smiled down at you as he heard the last part of your statement, chuckling lightly,  “Superman or Senna, yes indeed.” He trailed off for a moment, the soft smile lingering on his lips as he stared at the ceiling, almost as if reminiscing over those years when those were his two goals in life, back as a young boy in Stevenage. “What’s kinda funny is that it’s not that I’m really nervous about driving the car itself, like I feel confident in that part, I feel like I’m more than capable. It’s that I’m nervous that I don’t deserve this or something, this is a big deal and I would never want anyone to regret this decision or something. I honestly don’t even really know, like I don’t know why they would regret it I just, I don’t know. Just not really sure I’m worthy of this.” He finished his rant, letting out a deep sigh.

Hearing his thoughts caused you to sit up, no longer caring if you broke the peace in the room. You stared directly at him, eyes locked with his that were evidently startled at your abrupt departure from your cuddle.

“Lewis, I need you to listen to me. They chose you, Senna's family specifically chose you and asked you.” You started, poking him in the chest for emphasis before putting the same finger over his lips to shush him when he tried to argue. “They could have asked any of the other drivers on the grid, they could have asked a retired driver, they could honestly have asked whoever the hell they wanted, but no they asked for you. Not the current reigning champion, not the owner of the car, not even a Mclaren driver. They asked you, not only because they recognize your talent but because they see him in you. They see the love and respect that the people of Brazil have for you and they see you return that tenfold. This beautiful country made you a citizen for a reason, they see you carry that flag with the same pride as your own. Lew even Felipe Massa said that you deserve to be the one to drive that car and isn’t he like literally suing you right now?”

You finally let out a huff before the both of you erupt in a fit of giggles, Lewis forcefully pulling you back down to him to wrap you tightly in his arms. 

“I didn’t know he said that, honestly rather shocking because yeah, pretty sure he is. But ya know, I heard he’s running out of money.” His lips hold a smirk as he looks down at you before you’re both consumed by another fit of giggles. “Thank you,” He whispers once you’ve both calmed down, his lips against your forehead, “I needed to hear that. You know I get too much in my own head sometimes. Still have a hard time believing that all of this is real after everything I’ve been through, where I came from, ya know?”

“I do,” You say, tilting your head up to press a soft kiss to his lips, “you’re allowed to still revel in it, even after all this time. It truly is mental, even if it’s been this way for a while now. And by the way, I’m pretty sure the only reason they would ever regret letting you drive that car is if you crash it into a wall and break it, so just don’t do that and I’m pretty sure everything will be just fine.” You giggle, giving him another kiss.

“Well damn woman, no pressure or anything.” He fakes offence before splitting into a grin with you.

“Hey,” you say, your voice softer again, “I know I’m biassed and all, but know that I can’t think of anyone more deserving of this honor and I am so incredibly proud of you. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back the tears when I see you in that Mclaren tomorrow. You are an incredibly blessed man but you do not take it for granted and I am honoured that I get to see how incredible you are every single day, as a driver, as a partner, but most importantly as a human. Let yourself enjoy this Lew, you deserve it and I will be there watching in awe.”

“I love you so so much.” He says, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

“I love you too,” You tell him softly, placing a kiss on his chest where he has squished your face into him, “now get some sleep, you have to be up in a few hours for that stupid early morning quali.”

~

Lewis had left early in the morning, sneaking out of bed around 3:30 to get ready. Only waking you accidentally when he placed a soft kiss on your forehead as he was leaving. He was apologetic, telling you to go back to sleep and that he would see you at the track. Not that you were able to get much more sleep, needing to get up and get ready yourself if you wanted any chance of making it there on time. When you had finally arrived to the garage, you made sure to perch yourself in the back, trying to stay out of the way of all the busy people rushing around you.You only got to see Lewis for a brief moment, only having enough time to give him a quick kiss and send him off with a final good luck encouragement. It was pointless though, you both knew the car wasn’t going to perform to Lewis’ liking. If anything it had somehow gotten worse for this weekend. 

As you sat in the garage watching on you couldn’t help but cringe. Lewis was battling with the car, not even making it out of Q1. You knew his mood wouldn’t be amazing when he finally made his way back to you after going to be weighed and speak to the media. You watched the next session, baffled by the sheer chaos unfolding and you couldn’t help but pray that the race would end up being better. The grid was out of position and red flags were being thrown left and right. You let out a sigh when you saw your man finally enter the garage, his helmet still on. He stopped momentarily to speak with some of his engineers, shaking peoples hands and thanking them for their hard work. He finally locked onto you, gesturing for you to follow him as he made his way to his drivers room. When you walked in behind him you could see how heavy his shoulders were. His helmet had been discarded on the bench beside him but he still hadn’t turned around.

“Hey, we knew it was gonna be shit, right?” You said quietly, putting your hand on his damp back.

“Yeah, we did. I’m just so ready for this season to be over.” He finally said, letting out a deep breath as he turned to face you.

“We’re so close babe, so so close. And for now we get to take a little time away from this devil of a car.” You told him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands found your waist. Not caring one bit that he was soggy from the rain and the sweat, just content to be with your guy.

“Still got a race to do hun.” He reminded you, kissing his teeth.

“Oh I know, but let’s not think about that right now. I was talking about you getting behind the wheel of a Mclaren MP4 for a little while instead.” You smirk, leaning up towards his now smiling face.

“A proper race car.” He says, his smile threatening to split his face.

This is what you wanted, you wanted him to revel in the joy, revel in the honor of driving such an incredible car. Enjoy being behind the wheel of a Championship winning car once again even if it was only for a few laps and unlike the cars he was used to winning in. 

“A legacy meant for a hometown hero to carry on, and a race car meant for a World Champion. It’s been waiting for another great to stretch its legs and they found just the right Brazilian for the job.” You whispered to him, your faces incredibly close now. 

“If you keep talking like that I might end up locking you in here.” His voice is teasing as he wraps his arms around you.

“As much as I desperately want to say yes to that, I do believe you have something to get ready for.” You sigh, pulling back and patting his chest.

“I do, but we’ll use it for motivation later, I might need it.” He says as he peels himself off of you, his voice is playful but you both know he’s dead serious.

“The second we leave this track, I am all yours for as long as you want or need.” You promise, watching as he starts to change and prepare to go meet the Mclaren mechanics that have been looking after the historical car.

You sit in a comfortable peace for a while, occasionally exchanging words about little things that don’t really matter that much, just enjoying being in his space. You know that when the day is over you will have a full debrief, all of the frustration that he’s setting aside for this moment will inevitably bubble up once he’s in the safe privacy of the two of you alone, but for now you entertain his small talk and let him start to get excited about his incredible moment as he gets himself ready. When he’s ready he turns to  you with childlike excitement bubbling at the surface and you can feel your heart swell.

“This is a good look for you.” You tell him, eyeing the all white suit with the Brazilian flag at his waist.

“I’m still mad I can’t wear his actual helmet.” Lewis grumbles with a shake of his head.

“I hate to say, I actually agree with them on that one babe, let’s keep your head safe, yeah?” You laugh.

“I know I know, don’t think it would even fit on my head anyway.” He playfully groans, making his way over to you.

“I like the special helmet for this weekend though, it’s still a tribute.” You remind him, knowing he’s half joking but wanting him to be fully confident when he steps out.

He nods, taking a moment to admire you before he’s pulling you close and landing his lips on yours in a kiss that takes you by surprise with its force.

“Thank you, for everything,” He starts when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting on yours, “for reminding me that I’m allowed to revel in this, for keeping me grounded,for letting me be excited, just for everything.”

“Hey, that’s why I’m here. You do the exact same for me when I need it, it’s why we work so well.” You say quietly, your hand coming to stroke his beard gently.

“If I don’t get to see you before I get in the car, just know your words from last night are gonna be in my head the entire time. I’m gonna let myself enjoy this, let myself feel this. Nothing else about today matters other than honouring and paying tribute to my childhood hero and getting to live out my childhood dreams of driving the car that made me want to start racing around the circuit that introduced me to another home.” His voice holds excitement and certainty as he speaks that makes you want to cry and kiss him all at once.

You’ve never been quite so proud of the man in front of you. Yes, you’ve cheered for him since the beginning, before you even met him. You’ve wept when he’s broken records and won each and every championship. Yet nothing quite compares to seeing this amazing moment and knowing just how much he deserves it, knowing that there is no one better to hold this responsibility and honor. There is no one like Aryton Senna and truly there never will be, and there is no one like Lewis Hamilton and there truly never will be. 

“You know you’re doing for millions what he did for you, right?” You whisper, hoping he knows just the level of inspiration he gives to everyone watching him, young and old alike.

“I know, and it’s amazing to be able to do that.” He says, his smile warm.

You don’t say another word, giving him a long kiss, feeling connected to him in a way you both need in the moment, albeit for much different reasons. You are pouring every ounce of pride and amazement into the kiss, hoping he can feel it, while he is absorbing the love and reassurance that comes with your touch, letting himself feel his greatness and humble himself all at once. Finally there is a knock at the door, signalling that he really needs to get going, causing you to part from each other reluctantly. 

“Okay, I gotta go do the most amazing thing of my entire career.” He says with a smile, “Be here when I get back?”

“I can’t promise I won’t be sobbing out near the pit wall but I will definitely find you, promise.” You laugh, giving him one last kiss before he grabs his helmet and makes his way over to the media garage where the incredible car is being stored for him.

It takes you a little while to get out to the pit lane that is already lined with people. You wish you could be closer, see the car up close but this isn’t your moment. Today is for Senna's family and the people of Brazil, you are just lucky enough to be able to witness the incredible moment in person.You know Lewis is somewhere down the pitlane, most likely trying to stay calm as he geeks out over the amazing machine he is about to drive. He has driven one of Senna’s cars before, but not in a long time, and not in this setting, not with this honor and audience. You also know that no matter how many times he may have had the privilege of being around and driving incredible race cars, he is a racing driver through and through and the excitement will never change. While you’re standing there smiling to yourself, thinking about how excited Lewis must be and taking in the incredible aura of the crowd, you catch sight of the live stream playing on the jumbotron. There he is, getting in his idols car, you watch as he takes a moment to really take it in just before he’s being strapped in. It’s funny to you to see him surrounded by Mclaren mechanics again, to see the goodyear tires you remember from your first ever F1 races. Then they’re rolling him out and the crowd gets their first in person glimpse of the car over the wall and the cheers echo through your soul. It takes a few more minutes for them to be ready and the atmosphere is building with anticipation but then they start the engine. The first rumble sends a chill down your spine and silences the track. The sound of the V10 roaring to life evoked a visceral feeling from you, bringing back memories of why you fell in love with the sport as a child in the first place and you could only imagine what the emotions coursing through Lewis in that moment were. You saw him shake his head in disbelief as he revved the engine and you could just picture the boyish grin that would be covering his face at that moment. Then it cut, he stalled, and you heard the boos and wanted to run and protect him. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and realistically you knew the crowd wasn’t booing him, they were booing the disruption of the soundtrack that was the incredible V10 engine and you also knew Lewis was smart enough to know that as well. The mechanics were quick, getting the engine back up rapidly and soon enough Lewis was headed out toward the track. He took a moment, the mechanics meeting him again and you prayed that everything would go to plan, this moment was too important to everyone for anything not to be perfect. And then you saw him, speeding past you in Senna’s Mclaren down the pit straight. The spray of water adding to the moment as he waved at the fans who were evidently stunned at the spectacle in front of them. Their recently adopted hero bringing them back to a moment with their lifelong hero. You couldn’t hold back your tears as you watched him complete lap after flawless lap, handling the car like he’d been driving it for years. You could only imagine what the emotions flowing through his body must be, so incredibly grateful to be able to witness the moment. When you saw him stop to grab the flag your tears picked up, watching the beauty of the moment as he completed his dream of waving his new country's flag as he drove his idol's car with no hands around the wet track. Everything about the moment was pure poetry. 

By the time he parked the car on the grid, you were sure there wasn’t a dry eye in the entirety of Sao Paulo. You watched through teary eyes as Viviane went and spoke to him as he collected himself in the cockpit. You could see her thanking him and you knew that he was thanking her just as profusely. You tried to dry your eyes as you watched them pose with Senna's helmet while Lewis sat in the car, but they came back quickly. You finally managed to pull yourself together just a little bit as you watched him pose with flag but the second he knelt down next to the car as if to thank it for everything it had done for him and his idol, you lost it again, You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself just a bit, your emotions were definitely getting the best of you. You could see the emotion on Lewis’ face as he too pulled himself together to get ready for the interview. He was beaming, eternally grateful for the opportunity. You listened as he described his love for Brazil and the love he has received from the fans, you could hear the emotion thick in his voice the entire time, even through the incredible joy that was paired with it. You knew he meant it when he said it was the ‘honor of his career’ and you were certain this would be a moment that neither of you ever forgot. Everything about it was purely beautiful, seeing everyone pause for something so meaningful, you weren’t sure you had ever seen the sport so at one in your entire life.

When you saw him finally making his way to the pit lane you scramble to try to pull yourself together, hoping to be somewhat emotionally sound when you went to meet him in his drivers room, but he found you first, a strong arm slinking around your waist before you were being crushed in a tight hug. When he finally let you go you took a moment to take him in. The emotions were written all over his face, the weight of the profound moment sinking in for him as the joy was palpable. He took in your state, his eyes softening, knowing that every emotion on your face came from your love for him and your love for the sport.

“C’mon, lets go be alone for a second.” He said softly, guiding you toward the garage.

When you were safely inside his drivers room you turned to him, your words dying on your tongue as they didn’t feel enough to express just how proud of him you were. Instead you opted to grasp his face in your hands and kiss him, hard, tears falling down your cheeks as you did. When you finally parted from him you saw that the smile had never left his face.

“I think you’re more emotional about that entire thing than I am.” He teased you softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Stop it,” You laughed, swatting at him pathetically, “I’m just so proud of you and so happy for you. I can only imagine what that meant to you.”

“Yeah, it was surreal, never had so many emotions at once. It felt incredible, it truly felt like a dream come true.” He said as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you toward him.

“I was right you know, there was no one more suited for that than you.” You tell him softly.

“You were absolutely right, that felt perfect, Viviane was so kind and so grateful, I will never forget this.” He sighs and you can tell the weight of the weekend is leaving his body with it.

“Nothing else that happens this weekend matters, okay? This was what it was all for.” You assure him, placing your hand on the side of his neck.

“Thank you, you’re right, that was truly the only reason I am here this weekend, none of the rest matters in the slightest.” His eyes are soft as he melts into your touch.

“I know you said you wanted to be Senna or Superman but I think you may have achieved both just now. You are more than a hero to just about everyone here, me included.” You tell him softly, staring deep into his eyes as you do.

“That means a lot, I felt it while I was out there. It was a crazy feeling, getting to be that for everyone.” He says earnestly.

“You do it way more frequently than you think, even if you haven’t been feeling it lately.” You assure him, wanting him to know just how much you mean it.

He doesn’t respond but you can tell he’s just taking it in as he lets out a breath and traces circles on your hip. He’s a confident man, cocky at times, but even the strongest of soldiers can be weak in the face of defeat.

“I know you are a natural born competitor, but let's make a deal that your only objective today is just to come back to me in one piece. That’s all I ask of you.” You say after a moment, listening to the rain pickup against the roof.

“I will absolutely come back to you, but I ain’t making any promise about not also trying to pull that tractor as far forward as I can.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay fair enough, just need you in tiptop shape to be my superman when we get back to the hotel tonight.” You smirk, pinching his bicep.

“Well when you put it like that why don’t we just leave on a high note and head back right now?” He asks playfully, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m down, but you’ve gotta go keep being both Senna and Superman.” You giggle.

“Okay, I’ll do my best, but I’m still holding you to that even if this race is shit.” He says, pinching your bum.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

I understand being weary and disillusioned with the opposite sex in the present age - I feel much the same - but the issue is you're taking rare and aberrant behaviour and projecting that onto, as I said, every second person who has ever lived, and ascribing collective guilt onto 4 billion individual human beings on the basis of gender.

The vast majority of men are not Islamic terrorists, any more than the vast majority of men are drugging their wives and whoring them out to their friends. The vast majority of men are, in fact, disgusted by both of these things, so it can make no sense to collectively ascribe that behaviour to them as a class.

There have been multiple instances of women killing their infant babies by putting them in microwave ovens: does that mean I should believe all women are baby killers? Or even enough women for me to be constantly vigilant around mothers in kitchens?

There have been hundreds and hundreds of female serial killers: does that mean I should go about my day constantly suspecting every woman I see of planning to murder me? Or does it simply mean there are bad people in the world, but the great majority of both sexes are just flesh and blood people like you and me, trying to get through life and not hurt anyone, struggling with private troubles and hardships we will never get to hear?

It seems to me the second is the only position to take that that does not simply make the world worse for everyone, yourself and myself included. But divisive identity politics demonize and dehumanize groups of people based on arbitrary shared characteristics (race, gender, sexuality, etc.) rather than their individual actions. They promote a relentlessly blinkered tunnel vision that ignores every other part of life and all the kind and beneficial everyday actions of the great majority of people who happen to share those singled-out and scapegoated characteristics.

And this is where you are now: It's not a natural conclusion to come to, to believe half the entire human race are evil and undeserving of love: feminist indoctrination alone has done that to you. So I hope people and events and experiences come your way that eventually lead you out from that dark place and you successfully deprogram yourself into seeing people as people again, just as deserving of the kindness and care you would request for yourself.

[forevermorepassionate]

Lover’s Intuition

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve always had good intuition. Daemon gets hurt, and he faces the repercussions that come with not listening to it.

Requested: Yes, see here

Requests are: open!

Authors note: The requester asked for either poc!reader or for a reader with an ambiguous appearance if that was easier, so I kept it as ambiguous as possible because I’m not a poc and I don’t know how to quite do that? Either way, I’m not perfect so please let me know if I’ve missed anything:)🫶

You have always had good intuition. It has aided you many a time - your marriage, for example. Daemon and yourself had no business being wed as you had been. As the daughter of a minor lord, not once had you been considered for betrothal to anyone as important as Daemon Targaryen. And yet, you dreamt one night - not long before your very first trip to Dragonstone - that you might be married to the man himself. Before you knew it you were kneeling next to him.

Of course it’s not only that, there have been other times. Your mothers disappearance before you were yet ten and three. Your fathers rise - and fall - in the court of King Viserys.

Now your intuition tells you of the near demise of your new husband. And yet he refuses to hear you out.

“Daemon, you have to listen to me - please! I cannot be left a widow, I cannot have you leave me so soon,” your breath catches in your throat and you try to focus on anything except for his bored face. “So soon after being wed, my love please. I need you here with me, not out with the gold cloaks, not when they can take care of themselves. You belong here. With your wife.” You grab Daemon’s hands with your own, forcing him to look into your pleading eyes.

“You know I love you more than anything, wife, but my place is to lead the damn cloaks like I’ve been commanded to by our king.” He says, though his voice is tinged with aggravation and impatience. You have had this conversation every day for a fortnight - every day the dream that you will awake and your husband will be kneeling at the threshold of your chambers, bloody and close to death.

This image must show on your face, for Daemon reaches out, soft hands caressing your cheeks. The pain twisting in your chest begins to unravel. You reach up and grip his wrists, wanting nothing more than to make him stay right here with you.

“My love, I must go.” And suddenly the pain in your chest is back. “I will be okay, I promise. No harm will come to me tonight. Rest easy, love.” And with a chaste kiss on your forehead, he leaves for the night. Like he does every other night.

You know he must, you know he needs to. You wish he did not.

Your ladymaids come in not long after to find you sitting and reading what Daemon calls one of your silly little books - being silly because it is not a book of war or history - to try and distract yourself. They ready you for bed, and yet you know you will not sleep.

So there you lay, staring at the ceiling. Hoping and praying that Daemon return unharmed.

Soon enough there comes a knock on your door. Your heart skips, and you rise shakily out of bed. Your hand shakes as you reach for the handle, and there lays Daemon. You drop to your knees and fight back sobs as you shakily reach for his hands. “My love, I am sorry.”

You jolt awake. Your heart pounds and you cannot stop the sobs that wrack your body. The first sleep you have had in two nights and it is this horrible nightmare again. Daemon dying would be catastrophic. He is your husband, the man you are meant to be with your entire life.

You dig your palms into your eyes, groaning. “I do not understand! Why do I have these blasted dreams when I cannot do anything about them!” Words cannot describe the anguish that you feel at not being with Daemon at the time.

Then a knock comes at your door. This time, it’s for real. You freeze and feel as if you may lose your supper.

“Yes?”

“My Lady, Prince Daemon has been injured and is requesting your presence.” Maester Gerardys enters your bedchambers as he speaks, his face grave.

You shoot up out of bed, ignoring the sputterings and protests’ of the Maester about your state of undress. You shove past the elderly man in a fit a fury.

You knew this would happen. You knew and he refused to listen.

You burst into the room where Daemon was being tended to. He looks up at you and you cannot decipher what on earth he seems to be thinking.

You demand to know what happened.

He groans, “Thought it was one bastard rapist, turns out it was a whole lot of ‘em. Attacked me and my men. Obviously I came out bad but at least I’m not dead like in those blasted nightmares of yours.”

You blink in disbelief. Is he really behaving this way when you seen him like this in your dreams? When you’d begged him not to go out like this because of this.

“Daemon obviously I have dreams like this for a reason.” You tell him after the Maester and his apprentice have left, leaving you to speak. Daemon will live, but he won’t be able to go out with the Gold Cloaks for at least a fortnight. You are very pleased with that, but he is not.

“And that reason is to keep me from my duty? My life does not revolve around you, contrary to what you think! I have other duties, responsibilities. And unlike you, I did not need this marriage to be useful!”

Your throat tightens and burns. Tears prick your eyes.

“If you did not want this marriage,” you begin slowly, “why on earth did you propose?”

He stares at you blankly. You hope he feels bad for what he says, though you doubt it.

“And, my Prince,” you say spitefully, your tone accusing, “I may not have been the wife of a Prince before, but that does not mean I was useless. Your words were cruel, Daemon. I have been looking out for you out of love, not because I believe you must only focus on myself.

But if you believe that, then this marriage can be one of the past. You can dissolve this marriage as soon as you would like and I will put up no fight.” You swallow forcefully, trying to keep yourself from crumbling.

Daemon stays silent. You glance over his form, memorizing his face. His arms. The bandages on his chest and across his stomach. And then you walk out.

You hear him shout, though you’re unsure what he says. You continue walking. Maybe now you can rest.

The following days are difficult to say the least. You have avoided Daemon at all cost. You do not want to speak to him. This entire marriage, you’ve done nothing but care for and love him. However, he has not taken any of your concerns seriously.

All you wanted to do was keep him safe. To love him. To take care of him. And he disrespects you, calls you useless before him, essentially calls you self-absorbed.

You are in the sunroom, taking tea and flipping through a book you came across while hiding from Daemon in the library.

“My Lady, Prince Daemon has come to speak with you.” One of your lady’s maids announces. You huff and get up to leave, but Daemon pushes through the doors before you’re able to.

“Is there a reason you’ve not taken any of my requests to see you seriously? I am your prince, and more importantly your husband.” He glances at the maid behind him, gestures for her to leave.

She looks at you, unsure. “Go, it’s okay. Thank you Vaela.” The door slams behind her as she scurries away.

Daemon scoffs. “I have been trying to speak with you for days.” He reaches for your face, wanting to cup it within his hands. You back away. He does not have that privilege. His hands curl in aggravation. He has missed the feel of your skin more than anything.

“Every request to speak with you has been ignored. You have slipped away from every servant. Then when I have tried to approach you in- in the library, the great hall, everywhere – you have ran off before I could speak to you.”

“I did not want to see you.” You say simply, turning to lift your tea cup and you take a shaky breath, hoping Daemon cannot see it. When you turn back, Daemon is rubbing his temples.

“Y/n, my love-”

“No. Do not call me that when you have not even attempted to apologize to me for calling me useless, and self-absorbed, and whatever number of things you held back during your outburst.” You say stiffly. You want nothing more than to let him hold you and kiss you, but he treated you horribly and you are through with allowing him to get away with this behavior.

“Y/n, I am truly sorry. I should never have treated you like that. None of the things I said are true. None of them. Y/n you are my world,” he grabs your hands in his. This time you do not pull away.

“I have treated you horribly and you are deserving of more than what I have given you. Please, stop avoiding me. I am not a begging sort of man, but here I am - begging you to give me even an ounce of your affection and attention once again, my love.”

He sinks to his knees, looking up at you. “Please, Y/n, I need you to- I need you again. I beg of you to forvige me and love me once again.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, gripping your dress in his fists and presses his forehead to your stomach.

Your heart lurches at the sight of the powerful, strong-headed prince kneeling before you, begging for you to come back into his life.

“Daemon, I have never not loved you.” You cup his face in your hands, tilting his face to look up at you. “I will also forgive you, but you may not talk to me in such a way again. And you will head my dreams, they are clearly something to listen to.”

He pulls you down to him so you’re kneeling in front of him, and he kisses you on the mouth. “Of course, my love. You have my word.”

The servants dicover your unclothed bodies in the sunroom the next morning, sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms. They share sighs of relief at the sight, thankful they no longer must endure such a fitful time.

———

Thank you for reading🫶

The ending is a little odd, Im not very good at writing the ends😭

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

Happy Ending

The three times you try to convince Seokmin that you don't hate him, and the one time he gets it.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: implications of history of abuse, bad ex

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

Seokmin is sure you hate him. 100%, no, 1000% sure. It’s the only explanation for why you act the way you do. Seokmin would like to think that he’s a likable person. He thinks he’s nice and thoughtful, and when Vernon first brought you around the group, he went out of his way to be friendly with you because you seemed nervous. And he couldn’t lie, he thought you were pretty.

You have no problems cracking a few jokes with some other members. You and Vernon speak almost exclusively in memes and references from TikTok and Vine. You gang up on other members with Jeonghan to tease them. You become animated with Seungkwan when you play board games or with Wonwoo when you play video games. 

But not Seokmin. When Seokmin cracks a joke, you blink at him. You must not think he’s funny and that stings at first. But then he tries to engage in conversation without goofing off so much. You don’t have much to say then either. 

So he’s stopped trying because the message was received. He’s polite with you, don’t get me wrong, but he doesn’t understand why you hate him and he has just a bit too much pride to ask. Or to ask you directly at least. (His members are sick of the whining he does on occasion about the topic.)

It’s game night and Jeonghan’s just brutally knocked you out of the game. You sigh, standing up from the table. “I’m going to get another drink. Does anyone need anything?” There are a lot of echoes around the table saying ‘no’ and Seokmin is surprised when you notice he didn’t answer. “Seokmin, do you need anything?”

He furrows his eyebrows. You don’t often address him directly. “Oh, uh, I’m good. Thanks, though.” He misses how you deflate a little at his disinterest and he also misses how Vernon and Jeonghan roll their eyes. 

Two

It’s a late night in the studio and everyone is exhausted, but they have a least a few more hours to go. Seokmin rubs his tired, irritated eyes as there’s a knock on the door. In you come with a few bags of dinner. Many members crowd around, thanking you and taking the food. Seokmin doesn’t move. He’s starving but he’s tired and is even in a little bit of a bad mood. He’s had to do so many takes of the same line because he just can’t nail it and it’s been frustrating.

He’s got his eyes closed when he hears a little cough. You look a little awkward as you place a container in front of him. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, but if you don’t like this, I’ll trade with you.” 

Seokmin blinks a few times. “Oh. Thank you.” He means it, even if he sounds confused. He looks inside the container and he must be wearing his thoughts all over his face. The dish isn't his favorite.You’re moving fast and before he can think to fight you on it, the container in his hand is replaced by another. “Y/N, you don’t have to do that. Eat what you ordered.” Some sense is snapping back to him and he’s stubbornly trying to hand the new container back. 

But you’re shaking your head with a little smile, already walking away to find your seat next to Vernon. “Nope. Enjoy your dinner, Seokmin.” 

He does, but his head is swimming with confusion. This feels like an awfully kind gesture for someone who hates him. He keeps glancing at you for the next couple hours until you leave. 

Three

It’s raining when he steps out of the restaurant. He sighs. This week has been rough and he’s just left a really bad date that he arrived separately to, and this is just the cherry on top, forgetting an umbrella and jacket. He won’t melt walking in the rain, but he’s got a busy schedule in the next few weeks and can’t afford to get sick. He decides to wait it out and see if it will stop. 

“Seokmin?” 

He spins because he knows that voice. You’re dressed up for dinner and he can’t believe he didn’t notice you inside. “Hey, Y/N,” he says a little weakly. He doesn’t have the energy to wonder why you hate him tonight. 

“Rough day?” You muse, glancing around at the street as the downpour goes on. 

“How could you tell?” It’s a genuine question. He isn’t sure how you notice when you never so much as glance at him. 

“You’re not your usual self.”

Seokmin doesn’t know what to say about that, so he says, “You look nice. Date tonight?” 

You shake your head. “Work dinner. Very dull. What about you? You look nice too.”

He glances down to his dress pants and button up shirt. “Thanks.” The word feels lame but he’s confused again, much like he always is in your presence. “Bad date. Want to wait out the rain with me?”

You smile, digging into your bag and presenting a compact umbrella. “Or, we could walk together. What do you say?” 

The invitation is too good to pass up. He grabs the umbrella from you, popping it open. You move halfway under the umbrella and he tugs you in a little tighter, sacrificing his shoulder to get wet. You both begin walking. 

It’s light conversation over the rhythmic sound of raindrops on plastic, but it occurs to him that he’s never been around you alone. You still aren’t the warmest person, but you’re warmer now under the umbrella with him than you’ve ever been. 

He’s actually kind of sad as you both arrive at your apartment building. “Do you want to come in? Wait for the rain to pass?”

His eyes bulge at the offer. “Oh, I shouldn’t. It’s late.” 

“I don’t mind, really.” You look… nervous? “But I get it. It’s been a long week and you’re probably ready to rest.” That’s true and he’s kind of touched that you give that grace. He starts to lower the umbrella and close it to give it back to you but you push it back up over his head. “Keep it. Give it back to me another day. Get home safe, Seokmin.” 

He does but he doesn’t get much rest, too confused about what you might think of him. 

Four

He’s out at the bar with a few of the members. He knows you're here too, mostly because Vernon is here. You two come as a pair lately. However, he hasn’t seen you much tonight. 

He excuses himself to go to the restroom and when he comes out, he finally sees you. There’s a guy crowding your space and you look anxious. His gut twists when he hears a plea to stop and leave you alone. He’s shoving the guy back before he can really think. 

“Are you deaf?” Seokmin snaps. The guy is clearly drunk, wavering on his feet, but he looks pissed at the interruption. 

“Back off, she’s mine.” The words come out in a slur, barely understandable. 

Seokmin turns to you, where you’re cowering against the wall. He tries to be gentle in his question, but he’s angry. “Do you know him?” 

“He’s my ex,” you choke out. 

Seokmin turns back to the man. “The ex part makes it sound like you should leave. Go on.” Seokmin can see the swing the guy is going to throw from a mile away, so he shoves him back. As drunk as he is, he loses his balance and hits the wall behind him, sliding down onto his ass. Seokmin knows he isn’t hurt but he’s probably down for a minute, so he grabs your hand and tugs you out of the hallway and then out of the bar entirely. 

You’re hyperventilating by the time you hit the sidewalk. Seokmin tugs you to the curb, making you sit. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe for me.” He tries to soothe, rubbing your back but he hates the sight in front of him. He knows you aren’t the warmest person out there, least of all to him, but he never wants to see you suffer like this. He helps you wipe your tears and when you lean into his side with a sniffle, his heart lurches. “What was his deal?”

“My ex,” you start, even though he already knows that part. “Things didn’t end well. Well… things were never what I’d call good between us.”

“In what way?” He tries to ask lightly, but he saw the aggression and possessiveness in the guy’s eyes in that hallway. He also saw how you cowered and begged for him to stop, like you’d been there before and knew what was coming. 

“It’s hard to talk about,” you say. It’s obvious you’re trying to dodge the question. 

“Did he ever hurt you?” He sighs when you finally nod into his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That’s terrible. You don’t deserve that.”

“Maybe I do.” You sniffle again. “I mean, I’m not the nicest person. I’ve made you think I hate you somehow.”

After only a beat, he pulls back to look at you, confusion painted on his face. “You don’t? Hate me, I mean.”

A watery laugh bubbles up your throat and you look amused by the question. “No, I never did. Your warmth is just intimidating sometimes. I’m not used to it. Vernon and Jeonghan have been trying to help me show you that I don’t hate you in little ways, but I don’t think it’s been very effective.” You sniffle again, looking down the street as traffic passes by. “Kind of stupid, isn’t it? I don’t know how to act when someone’s nice to me.”

Things are clicking into place fast for Seokmin. He laughs because he feels like an idiot for misinterpreting everything, for not observing more. “No, it’s not stupid. I’m sorry I misunderstood.” After a few beats of silence, he stands, holding out his hand. “Come on, let’s go home.” 

You smile up at him, grabbing his hand and letting him pull you up from the curb. You even bite back a little giggle as he swings your arms when you walk. It’s nice. The warmth isn’t so scary now.

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✧₊⁺ lando norris x aurora jones (female!oc)

✧₊⁺ wc: 2,1k. ⠀⠀✧₊⁺ genre: hurt/confort, angst.

summary: when aurora hears something breaking in the apartment next door and just can't think of letting lando get hurt.

warnings: soft!lando, mclaren strategy trigger, description of an anxiety attack, pretty much platonic, author with no ability to end oneshots, small injury description.

Aurora heard the elevator open. The British accent talking on the phone, the angsty conversation, and the door beside hers taking too long to swing open but never closing.

She took a few minutes. Had some tea, washed her dishes, and then… she was standing by her own door, wondering if she should knock and check on her neighbor.

Lando Norris. Of course, she knew the man; a Formula One athlete, probably the best news for the sport in years.

And she knew the pressure that came with the glory. They had spent some time together during the few years she had been living in the building. Quick talks in the elevator, in the parking lot while he helped her with groceries —every now and then, they met, and Aurora had grown affectionate towards the guy.

So it's no doubt she's worried. She’s on the internet, of course she saw everything around his name, and of course, it feels weird.

Someone can be a top athlete in a sport that only twenty people in the whole world get to compete in, and there's still a way to be put down.

Then she hears something breaking —something like glass against her own wall, the one they share. It's instinctual; one second she's wondering, and the next she's outside her apartment, finding his door half open and hesitating.

Maybe she shouldn't get involved. It could have been anything.

"YOU'RE TOO DUMB!"

Alright, she's in.

"Hey, Lando? I heard something and thought I should..."

"Leave." It's heartbreaking — the voice full of agony and the obvious crying, trying to stay low. She still can't see him.

"Yeah- Sure. Sure. Can I... Can I just make sure you're okay? I heard something breaking. Are you alright?"

"No."

Lando closes his eyes as the back of his head hits the wall, a little stronger than he intended. Lately, too many things are hitting harder than they should, and now he sounds like an angry child.

He just can't lie. No, he's not okay, not fine. His hands are bleeding from the broken glass, and his whole body burns — it feels like too much.

Oscar has to work towards his points. There was a whole two-hour meeting about how the Formula One championship might work for the year ahead, and it felt like a knife twisting inside his muscles.

How come he can't manage to do things by himself? How does his whole team need to set everything up for him? Isn't he capable?

And everyone talks. His own friend and rival is around, saying that Lando is not the first driver. Everything is simply working against him, and the pressure is up. It shouldn't be that way.

"Where are you? I'm coming in, okay? I'm sorry, I can't help it."

He recalls the talk they had once in the elevator, a late-night conversation when he just went to the lobby to grab his food delivery and she was coming home from work. The girl is a doctor, or on her way to becoming one — he can't remember everything right now.

So for once, he feels like giving in. Maybe he could use some help, and Aurora is kind of a proper person to do it. Professionally, of course, and then... she's not so close to him. Just enough to understand what's happening but not enough to judge him or treat him differently after he lets his guard down.

"Hey... Hey, Lando." She has the sweetest voice, the sweetest approach. Doesn't fully walk towards him, doesn't get too defensive. God, he needed this. "Do you need anything? Do you want me to call someone, or... do something? You're hurt. I can see blood."

"No, don't call anyone. I'm gonna be okay."

In a hurried need to show everything is fine, he tries drying his bloody hands on his pants, but it only hurts more and he can't keep the pained expression or the small whimper from escaping his lips. Great thing Aurora also can't keep herself.

She takes a towel from the counter, kneeling in front of him as he tries to hide his hands.

There's something about letting people see you're hurt. Lando hates that. In every way possible.

"It's okay, it's fine. Let me just clean that for you, alright? Let me take care of that."

Nothing that will ever come out of his mouth, but yeah. How that boy wanted to be taken care of. It feels like life has only been hitting and bruising him, and no one even wipes it clean.

He really wants to let his guard down, even if it's just for a moment.

"It's just... just a cut," he mouths, hands out and fingers pressed, like it would hurt to move. "What are you doing here?"

"Heard something and got worried."

Aurora's soft hands touch his calloused ones, ready to wrap the towel around them, right before she sees a small piece of something that looks like porcelain.

"You have something stuck in your skin; we gotta take it out. " she warns. "It will hurt a bit, okay? But I need to take it out to stop the bleeding."

"It's... it's okay. You don't need to do anything for me. I can do it by myself."

"Yeah, of course you can. I just want to help. Can you take a deep breath for me?"

Aurora doesn't wait much, just as if she's in a professional procedure. It’s not in much need of a hurry, but usually, she just narrates what she's doing next and does it. It's more about the patient's headspace than the hurt itself. Not much explanation, no time to let the patient think.

So the blue piece of porcelain is out of Lando's skin in seconds, thrown into the sink before she actually wraps the towel around the hand that bleeds the most.

"That was fast." It comes out with a soft moan from the boy's lips, eyes closed with the tears stuck and everything.

His hands looked ugly, but his face... there was something going on, and Aurora really wanted to know, to do whatever about it.

"It was a small piece," she says, instinctively touching his face and cleaning the tears now rolling down. "You're sure you don't want me to call anyone? You don't seem like you should be alone right now."

"No, it's okay."

In fact, there isn't much that is "okay." The apartment is a mess, broken glass, many things out of place, dark and in disarray. Aurora is good with the signs; she is great at taking care of people and could do it with her eyes closed.

Lando just needed to be taken care of.

"Would you let me... help you out? You don't need to stay on the floor." Naturally, her fingers lace around his face, a soft touch that almost made him lean into it. "Hm? What do you think?"

His brain can't fight much anymore; so when he nods and she helps him up, when she guides him through the apartment to make sure he's not stepping on glass, when she puts him on the couch and stands in front of him, it does feel a little better.

Lando has to be in control most of the time. He is the first driver for one of the most traditional teams in motorsports, drives a Formula One car. There are a whole lot of people working towards it, but at the end of the day, he's driving solo. It depends on him. No matter what Zak says on the radio, or what the team puts together in the meetings.

Once he's behind the wheel, it's on him. To make the right decision, to keep up.

Having someone else just step up and be there is pretty new.

"I... hm... thank you, Aurora. Thank you, truly. You don't need to stay here if you don't want to." At this point, the tone in his voice almost says otherwise.

"I want to." Aurora lets out.

Lando would laugh in any other situation. She is straightforward; he noticed that from their previous few talks, and she's like that with everything in life. No shame, no worry. He even thought about how she'd get along well in a conversation with his old coworker and friend, Daniel Ricciardo.

"I really won't be able to settle down if I leave you here by yourself, so... Yes. If you tell me I can stay..." Lando notices her tone, low and calm.

She's cautious, her posture so relaxed yet so serious. She does this for a living, and he knows that, but right now, it feels like she's doing it just for him. It's comforting to think of it that way.

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine. I didn't eat very well today and my head is spinning a bit. I fucked up."

Coming back to his senses, Lando tries to make things better. She came into his apartment because he was cursing himself, finding him curled up and bleeding in the kitchen. So, yes, things do need to get better.

"It's completely fine, it happens. You need to eat something and drink some water. I can grab some painkillers for you. Oh, and you need to stretch your legs, tilt your head up a bit, and... regulate your breathing. Can you do that for me? You're still a bit off."

He didn't think he'd be able to keep up with all these words, but he did. Of course, he's still a bit off — his heart is still racing and his hands can't stay still.

And even with all of that, he's a lot calmer now. Despite the terrible day at work, the comments he read on social media at lunchtime, with everyone talking down on him and all the jokes about him.

Oh, it is hard to breathe.

"Hey, Lando. You're okay, huh? You just need to take a big breath for me."

His response is a soft, low whimper when she gently touches his chin and raises his head just enough, following procedure as if she's at work but being extra gentle. Her thumb caresses his skin.

"C'mon, in through your nose, out through your mouth. We're not in a rush; you can take your time," she reassures, now close enough so both her hands can touch him, now caressing his hair. "I know you're used to the speed and everything... Oh! I heard you coming in last week at full speed! I was scared!"

She studied for this. Most people can manage a better way out of a crisis when being distracted.

"I had to stream." he says, not planning for it to come out as a whisper, but it did.

"I forget you do it all." Aurora chuckles, taking her hands away from him as soon as it feels comfortable enough.

Lando moans in dislike, although he won't say it. He was enjoying it way too much.

"My brother showed me a clip of yours last weekend... Can't believe you're actually funny." she keeps the conversation up, hands on her waist as she analyzes the man, his chest moving up and down, now way more controlled. "I thought you rich boys were all annoying and snobbish."

"We are. Don't let the gameplay fool you."

And there he is—the dark-humored Brit she met in the elevator. It brings a smile to her face.

"Yeah," she softens up. "Did anyone tell you that you are the standard? That Senna of yours parked downstairs... A baby, a very, very expensive baby."

"It's propaganda. I work for them. Did you know?"

She rolls her eyes lightly, the boy acting more and more natural as she stands in front of him.

"You get free luxury cars in the name of propaganda? Besides the billion-dollar one you drive every other weekend? Wow. How can I submit my resume?"

"I do think you could. You are a great doctor," he compliments, subtly, making it clear she wasn't expecting that. "Thank you for coming over, though. I didn't know I could have that control over myself."

"It's all up here," she points to her own head. "Whenever you need, I'm right next door. No... no more hurting yourself."

"That was an accident," he's quick to say. "But it's okay. If you're coming over every time I get hurt... I do have some spare plates."

"Lando, stop that!" Aurora tries to keep from laughing, hitting the Brit with a pillow. "I'm going now, okay? Since everything is fine and you're already joking your way around."

"Oh—no, no. It's fine. If you want to stay a bit more... In case I... trip or anything. It's really good to have professional help on hand."

Aurora has a smile on her face now.

There is something growing in the room.

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clover would be nice to bugs, i think.

they don’t crazily save every insect they see, nor do they keep a census of lives rescued. this isn’t that kind of story. not at all.

but when they come across a beetle on its back, legs cycling through air like broken clock hands, there is no internal debate about morality, no performance of kindness for an invisible audience. they simply reach down, right what's wrong, and move on without waiting for thanks.

all those tiny lives that others casually swat at or sweep away. the spider rebuilding its web for the third time today, patiently reweaving what was thoughtlessly destroyed. the ant dragging a crumb twice its size across an endless expanse of floor. the moth fluttering desperately as it searches for a way back to the light.

more often than not, clover stops.

again, nothing ceremonial about it. no fanfare or fuss. just a tender hand extending a leaf to bridge a gap, or a solicitous finger nudging a fallen to safer ground.

they'd probably be cracking terrible puns in their head, something about giving beetles a "turn" for the better or how “moth-ers” know best. it stays there. tucked away with all the other small jokes that no one else will hear.

clover understands. they know what it feels like to live in spaces where you’re not wanted, to move carefully, noiselessly, hoping that the larger, more powerful beings in your world might just pass you by. they know exactly how heavy a careless footstep can be. you can see it in the way they move through the underground. this perfect quietude, like they're walking between raindrops.

it’s the kind of placidity born of understanding that survival sometimes translates to being so quiet that even the air forgets to stir around you.

being small doesn’t make you less deserving. powerlessness doesn't make you wrong. occasionally, the truest form of justice is simply making space for others to exist.

and clover would know.

their life on the surface was hardly rich with comforts or attachments. it was a life of static-laden tv shows, dishes washed with nary a nod, and spaces that felt more borrowed than lived in. they know what it is to go unnoticed, to be treated like something inconsequential, a minor nuisance at best.

more presence than person, clover has lived off scraps and donned garments stitched together with hope and necessity. they'd understand, better than anyone, what it means to exist underfoot.

it feels so natural, so right, to imagine clover giving a bug a second chance. where others see something disposable, clover sees something familiar. just trying to live. get by.

not a saint by any stretch, they’ll “borrow” what they need without asking. still, they’ll mutter a soft “excuse me” to a ladybug flitting too close, and still they'd find the time to guide a caterpillar out of harm’s way with a scrap of paper.

they'd choose to handle the fragile and easily breakable with care and fairness, for mercy matters most when it’s offered to those who cannot demand it.

the world has a way of teaching its smallest inhabitants to expect cruelty—to see a hand coming down like judgment, a step as an unthinking end. to know that to exist while small is to always be one breath away from being deemed an annoyance, a pest.

the bugs are blissfully unaware of their reprieve. they don’t realize that someone paused, saw, and judged their lives worthy of continuing. clover never needs them to know. it's not why they do it.

clover permits these lives to continue without condition because being bigger doesn’t confer more importance. having strength doesn’t mean it must be used to crush the small. that wouldn't be fair now, would it?

and i like to believe this compassion for little critters isn’t so separate from their pursuit of justice; it’s part of the same whole.

justice isn't always the thundering declaration people expect.

justice here wears a shabby hat. walks without sound. respects a balloon's privacy and even waves it goodbye.

justice can very much come in the form of realizing that the most revolutionary thing you can do in a world that worships its own thorns is to be solemnly, persistently kind and just.

even to the things that everyone else would much rather squash than spare.

especially then.

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Renegade (NSFW) FT Chowon and Hanni

Operator’s Notes: A return to Codex Keepers and Ward Witches. Writing this piece was insanely tough and painful as a bunch of stuff I was seeing happen in real-time and beginning to see further then the people around me caused this to be a miserable story for me to write but the story needed to be told, because to know is to be burdened.

Loremaster Lorgar never thought he’d take on another apprentice Codex Keeper—until he met Doflamingo.

On paper, Doflamingo was average in every way: average height, and average test scores. There was little to distinguish him from other well-educated youth hailing from Terra. To Lorgar, he seemed like anyone’s apprentice.

But then Lorgar met Doflamingo in person. Doflamingo walked in slumped and carried a dejected expression as he entered that stopped for a moment when Lorgar's and Doflamingo's eyes lokced then his expression changed again. The young man fully entered Lorgar’s office with a look of quiet fury. His eyes were weary and bloodshot, and he had betrayed nights of sleepless study, yet his expression held an intensity that contradicted his exhausted appearance. He sat across from Lorgar, but before the Loremaster could say anything, Doflamingo spoke.

“Yeah, I’ll see myself out,” Doflamingo muttered, voice low and resigned. Lorgar raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the defeat in his tone. “Why would you say that? You’ve only just sat down.”

Doflamingo sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “My first choice, Master Aragorn, rejected me. Told me, ‘If I had my way, you wouldn’t have made it past the entrance exam.’ I’ve admired that man’s work for years, and hearing him say that was a… well, it was a reality check. I’m not cut out for this Codex work. Every interview since has felt like a waste of time. I’m just going through the motions so I can figure out what to do next. Maybe the military… or the Peace Corps. Yeah, I could see myself in the Peace Corps.”

Lorgar watched Doflamingo carefully. Beneath the young man’s defeat, there was something more—something familiar. The same feeling he’d had when he met his former apprentice, Othello. But where Othello’s presence was marked by quiet compassion, Doflamingo carried a burning passion— that was pragmatic and unwavering.

“You know what?” Lorgar said after a moment. “I’ll take you in.” Doflamingo blinked, stunned into silence. “Wait, really? Just like that?” Lorgar smiled faintly. “Just like that. We’ll begin with the Naming Ceremony. You’ll choose a name from the Codex that resonates with you, one that reflects your path.”

Without hesitation, Doflamingo responded, “Deathsaurus.” Lorgar’s surprise deepened. Most apprentices took days, sometimes weeks, to choose their Codex name. But when Lorgar met Doflamingo’s eyes, he saw the fierce determination behind them—an unwavering focus fueled by an unrelenting fury.

“And why that name?” Lorgar asked. Doflamingo’s expression softened as he explained, “Deathsaurus is a machine god of destruction from the NeoPaleolithic texts. His purpose wasn’t just destruction though. He was often written in the antagonistic space despite his purpose. He was hated by the other machine gods because they didn’t understand him. His role was to destroy, yes, but to leave the path open for renewal, for something better.”

Lorgar studied him for a moment, then nodded. “You seem well-versed. Have you indexed this lore?”

Doflamingo pulled a worn notebook from his bag, filled with meticulous notes and references. “I figured you’d ask. I’ve spent years researching it.”

Lorgar glanced through the pages, impressed not only by the depth of Doflamingo's knowledge but by the sheer tenacity it represented. He knew then that training this young man would be both a challenge and a great responsibility. He sensed a deep-seated resentment that would take time to break but he could start small and chip at it

Lorgar studied Doflamingo’s intense expression for a moment before speaking again. “I understand why you’d choose Deathsaurus,” he said slowly. “A figure who clears the way for something new, feared and misunderstood. But consider Dynazenon. Another machine god from that era, but one who stood for heroics and construction, for building something better after the destruction. He wasn’t just about tearing things down—he was about lifting things up.”

Doflamingo’s eyes flickered, the fire in them softening just slightly as he considered the new name. “Dynazenon…” he repeated, testing the word on his tongue. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Yeah… I like that.”

The day after naming the two of them went to the graduation and reaping ceremony. Lorgar noticed Dynazenon’s agitation at going. “Not a big fan of the ceremony,” he asked with a pleasant voice. Dynazenon who had been mindlessly scratching at his face turned to Lorgar.

“I hate the preening and the people. Their always so smug.” Lorgar laughed, “Then why Join the Codex Keepers? This is like a major portion of it.”

Dynazenon sighed before answering, “ Magnus the Red told me if I wanted to Change the world for the better I should join the Codex Keepers.”

Lorgar’s eyes widened at the mention of his brother. It would certainly explain Dynazenon’s temperament but wondered the depth of their connection.

“And what else do you know of my brother?” For the second time, Dynazenon looked surprised,

“You're Titus?” he asked intrigued. Lorgar smiled as he nodded remembering his youth as a warlord who helped establish the Codex Keepers.

“There's a name I haven't heard in a long time. Tell me how is my brother Mercutio?”

“He’s good. Tired though but his term as the ruler of Astaria is finally ending. So he’ll be able to rest I assume.”

Logar smiled, “if that’s true then I'll be able to return to my original post as Master of Records instead of Loremaster of Psionics which he was having me fill,”

Dynazenon stared surprised then said, “Well then I guess I better pass before then,”

Lorgar smiled, “Ah don't you worry young Dynazenon I fully intend to finish your training.,” Dynazenon felt at ease hearing that.

“Now go Enjoy the party you earned it.”

Dynazenon faltered, “But I don't like parties, especially with strangers."

Lorgar smiled and said to Dynazenon, "I know you'd rather go hunting or hang out with one to two close connections, but if you are to be the best Codex Keeper This is part of it Dynazenon. Or would the great Dynazenon remain hindered by his social anxiety?"

Dynazenon breathed and said, "Fine but don't get mad if I have to deal with fights." Dynazenon said absent-mindedly.

"Why would that be the case?"

"Because I am loud and I don't back down. It's upsetting to people and overrides their ability to hear me or tolerate me most of the time. In all honesty, I should shut up but it's like nails in my head when I see something wrong if that makes sense, so I just have to say something," Dynazenon explains. Which makes Lorgar wonder about his new pupil. He observes him using true sight and confirms his suspicion.

"Um, Dynazenon. Why are you using Truesight and Future Sight?"

Dynazenon looked at Lorgar confused as he had never heard of those before.

"What's that master?"

Lorgar looked at Dynazenon and realized that his apprentice was using Truesight and Future sight instinctively—something most other Codex Masters couldn't or refused to do. He took this in and realized that Training Dynazenon would be much harder than originally anticipated.

"I will tell you later," he said careful not to say any falsehoods to or around the young man. It did explain the physical agitation he often displayed around insincerity.

As Dynazenon walked beside Lorgar toward the grand hall, he could feel it—Lady Sunshine’s eyes on him, watching, assessing. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was something deeper, a guarded wariness that made his skin prickle. He wasn’t surprised. People like her always reacted to him this way, though they usually tried to hide it better. He hated it—the scrutiny, the unspoken judgments.

When Lady Sunshine finally spoke, her voice was light, but Dynazenon could sense the layers beneath it.

“Who is this young man?” she asked Lorgar, her words directed at him but her intent not quite reaching him.

He didn’t react outwardly, though his mind sharpened. She’s suspicious of me already. Of course, she was. People like her always were.

“Meet Doflamingo Gauma, or well, his codex keeper name Dynazenon. He is my new apprentice,” Lorgar said, his tone casual, almost too casual.

Dynazenon could feel the subtle tension between them—the slight flicker of something more than professionalism. He’d seen it before, the way Lorgar and Lady Sunshine exchanged those sidelong glances, their connection obvious to anyone paying attention.

They think they’re clever, but it’s clear as day. Dynazenon’s thoughts churned, irritation gnawing at him. Why bother hiding it? You’re fooling no one.

Lady Sunshine’s gaze lingered on him longer than he liked. Her eyes flickered with something as she studied him, and Dynazenon could feel her magic probing at the edges of his senses. It was like a soft brush against his skin, but the longer it went on, the more it agitated him. His pulse quickened, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral, even as something inside him coiled tighter, ready to snap.

Lady Sunshine stared at Doflamingo surprised then she noticed the unmistakable aura of magic surrounding him. She dipped into true sight and confirmed her suspicions his aura coiled and extended outside of him like a mighty dragon, but he didn't notice it, then she noticed that he was also using Psionics in tandem, but not consciously but as if his abilities were a part of him, and that part of him was very angry. quickly dismissing her true sight she turned to Lorgar,

"Um, He is certainly interesting." Lady Sunshine said very guarded. Lorgar nodded understanding the deeper meaning of her words, and said

"Yes He was rejected by Aragorn can you believe that?" Lorgar said very pointedly. Lady Sunshine understanding his double meaning said to her current apprentice Wonhee,

"Hey Wonhee can you and Dynazenon go into the grand hall Loremaster Lorgar and I need to talk. Wonhee nodded but her discomfort could be felt and Dynazenon felt it.

"it's fine I'll walk in myself. I'll see you soon master." Dynazenon said walking in solo. Lady Sunshine groaned and turned to her apprentice.

"Why did you spurn him you haven't even met him."

"Me what are you talking about? Ask your husband why he took the hydra of Hell."

Lorgar looked at Wonhee concerned, "The hydra of Hell," He asked

"Yes, the reclusive unstable trainee who was almost kicked out of the examination because he couldn't tone himself down and suggested genocide as the solution to the diplomacy test. Why would you accept him,"

Lorgar didn't like Wonhee's tone but addressed her concerns, "While I don't owe you an explanation, I will answer for Lady Sunshine who is also probably curious. My brother Magnus recommended him to the Codex Keepers and I think that he is too dangerous to be left outside of a position of power,"

"Why?" Wonhee pressed not understanding the value of having someone like him in the codex keepers.

"the child who is abandoned by the village will burn it to the ground to feel warmth," Lorgar said before Lady Sunshine excised her apprentice from the conversation. The couple walked into the grand hall finding a balcony to watch their apprentices.

Lorgar and Lady Sunshine stood side by side on the balcony, looking down at the milling crowd in the Grand Hall. The sounds of clinking glasses and light laughter floated up to them, but their conversation carried a different tone—one of quiet urgency.

Lady Sunshine folded her arms, her gaze fixed on Dynazenon, awkwardly navigating through the room. His discomfort was palpable from where they stood, though few would notice if they weren’t watching closely.

“I felt it,” she said, her voice low and troubled. “The anger. It’s more than just resentment from being rejected or an overinflated sense of justice. He sees all of the mess off the world as is and it gnaws at him. It drives him mad. His anger, It’s raw, deep-seated. His aura felt… Aggressive, almost predatory. Like a dragon just under the surface, waiting to be unleashed. It was this beautiful vibrant shade of purple but holds this darkness within”

Lorgar remained silent for a moment, watching Dynazenon pick up a glass of wine, only to set it back down without drinking. “I know,” he finally said, his voice thoughtful. “But he’s more than his anger, Sunshine. Much more.”

Lady Sunshine’s eyes narrowed. “Lorgar, it’s not just the anger. He’s using both magic and psionics as one. You saw it too, didn’t you? He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, which makes it even more dangerous. That kind of power in the hands of someone who’s barely aware of what they’re capable of—” she cut herself off, shaking her head. “It’s not a question of if he’ll lose control, it’s when.”

Lorgar sighed, leaning against the stone railing. “People like Dynazenon don’t just disappear. If we left him out there, wandering, someone—something—would find him. He’s too resilient, too adaptable. We don’t have the luxury of ignoring him, especially after what I saw in his interview.”

Lady Sunshine raised an eyebrow. “His interview?”

Lorgar nodded, eyes still following Dynazenon as he made his way through the crowd, his movements stiff and calculated. “When he walked in, he was already moving on. He was rejected by Master Aragorn, completely disillusioned with the Codex Keepers—and yet, he wasn’t broken. He was already plotting his next move, thinking ahead. He was prepared to leave, to build something else. Someone that resilient, that adaptable, doesn’t just give up and fade into obscurity.”

Lady Sunshine’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And you think that’s a good thing? That kind of resilience, combined with the anger I felt from him, could lead him down a dark path, Lorgar. You know that as well as I do.”

Lorgar turned to face her, his expression serious but calm. “I do know that. But I also know that if we don’t guide him, someone else will. And that someone may not have our best interests—or the Codex Keepers’—at heart. Right now, his anger is directed inward, toward himself and the system he feels failed him. But he’s not malicious. He doesn’t seek destruction for destruction’s sake. He wants change.”

“Change,” Lady Sunshine repeated, her voice skeptical. “Change fueled by anger and resentment.”

“Change fueled by a desire for something better,” Lorgar corrected gently. “He didn’t come in seeking revenge or chaos. He came because he believed in something greater. Magnus saw that in him, and so do I. If we don't take his attempt at doing the right thing in earnest he will become the villain that lies beneath.”

Lady Sunshine’s gaze softened slightly, but her concern didn’t wane. “And what about his power? You saw it, Lorgar. His abilities are already beyond most Codex Masters, and he’s not even aware of what he’s doing. Magik and psionics work together, instinctively. That’s not just dangerous—it’s unheard of.”

Lorgar nodded. “Yes, I saw. And that’s precisely why he needs training. If we don’t help him harness that power, it could spiral out of control. But if we do… think of what he could achieve. He has the potential to reshape entire worlds, to make them better.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Lady Sunshine pressed. “What if the anger takes over? What if we can’t steer him?”

Lorgar was silent for a moment, weighing his words carefully. “I’ve spent years training the best and brightest, and I’ve seen both success and failure. Dynazenon is different, I won’t deny that. But people like him don’t vanish. They either rise to greatness or become something far worse. We have no choice but to ensure it’s the former.”

Lady Sunshine’s gaze softened, her concern still evident but tempered by a grudging understanding. “You’re putting a lot of faith in someone who doesn’t even know his own strength.”

Lorgar smiled faintly. “I am. But I’ve learned to trust my instincts. And Dynazenon… he may be rough around the edges, but he’s not lost. Not yet. He just needs someone to believe in him, someone to show him that there’s more to him than anger.”

Lady Sunshine’s eyes flickered back to Dynazenon, who was now standing alone near a wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his posture tense. “I hope you’re right,” she said quietly. “Because if you’re wrong, he could burn everything we’ve built to the ground, and everyone will blame you.”

Lorgar followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “If I’m right, he could be the one to save it.”

They stood in silence for a moment, watching the young man below, each lost in their thoughts about the future—and the fragile balance of power that Dynazenon represented.

Dynazenon gently and discretely moved through the ceremony hoping no one would be looking for him. He meticulously avoided Aragorn, His chosen apprentice, and anyone who associated with him along with a couple of other trainees he had displeased during his testing. Eventually, he found a quiet corner to hide from prying eyes. until the Presentation ceremony began.

Dynazenon felt exposed without Master Lorgar by his side, as if he had been left in the middle of the battlefield without armor. He scanned the crowded hall, looking for familiar faces, but everyone seemed distant, absorbed in their own conversations. Feeling the anxiety rise in his chest, he turned to his usual coping mechanism—observation. He picked at his food, but his eyes remained sharp, studying the interactions around him.

He noticed Wonhee in the crowd, standing aloof and composed, but something about her made his teeth clench. The disgust in her eyes earlier, he thought bitterly. Like I was some sort of creature to be pitied or feared. Despite his anger, a strange protective instinct kicked in. He couldn’t explain why, but watching over her, even from a distance, felt like his duty. Like an older brother shielding a sibling he didn’t like but couldn’t abandon. He kept a close eye on her, but in the back of his mind, the sense of isolation gnawed at him.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a presence beside him—a gentle but inquisitive energy. A young woman, her aura peaceful but curious, had approached. He turned to face her, not recognizing her but sensing no threat. Her energy was open, disarming.

“Hello there, what’s your name?” she asked with a friendly smile. Dynazenon blinked in mild confusion. People didn’t usually approach him, at least not like this. She seemed genuine, unafraid.

“Apprentice Codex Keeper Dynazenon,” he responded, his voice steady but guarded. “And you are?”

“Ward Witch Dahyun. A pleasure to meet you,” she replied warmly, her smile deepening.

She seems… different, Dynazenon thought, eyeing her carefully. No judgment in her eyes, just curiosity. He relaxed slightly, the tightness in his chest easing.

“The pleasure is mine,” he added, offering a faint smile in return. Dahyun took a seat beside him, casually reaching over to steal a piece of food from his plate. Dynazenon raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. There was something about her—her confidence and ease—that made him feel less guarded. She wasn’t trying to probe or pry. She was just… there, and that felt strangely comforting.

“So, why are you avoiding everyone here?” Dahyun asked playfully, her tone light but genuinely curious.

Dynazenon let out a low chuckle, surprised by how natural the sound felt. Normally, he would have bristled at such a question, but with her, it didn’t feel like an intrusion.

“I’m not well-liked by my contemporaries,” he admitted, shrugging. “Or by Master Aragorn.”

Dahyun’s brow furrowed in confusion. How could anyone dislike him so quickly? she thought. He seemed quiet, reserved—hardly the type to stir up trouble. But there was something about him, something deeper. She could sense it. That underlying tension in his aura, the coiled energy just beneath the surface.

“Well, what if I like you?” Dahyun said defiantly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “You seem to be the only one here who isn’t causing a ruckus.”

Dynazenon chuckled again, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a small but genuine smile. She’s different from the others, he realized. Not trying to impress anyone, not trying to tear me down. Just… herself.

“This isn’t the type of scene that would rile me up,” he said with a wry grin, trying to mask the vulnerability behind his words. Dahyun tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh, and what kind of place would make you?”

“An arena,” Dynazenon replied without hesitation, surprising even himself with the ease of his answer.

Dahyun raised her eyebrows, intrigued even more. An athlete, she mused, noting the way he carried himself. He was built strong, steady, like a warrior, but there was a tension in him that suggested a readiness to explode at any moment. He’s not just reserved—there’s a fire in him. A controlled one, but it’s there.

“Oh, an athlete who’s also reserved. I like it,” she teased, plucking another piece of food from his plate.

Dynazenon watched her with mild amusement. She’s bold. Unafraid. And she doesn’t seem to care about whatever reputation I’ve built up. He was used to people either avoiding him or outright challenging him, but Dahyun was neither. She was just… present. It was a strange but welcome feeling.

He glanced at her, studying her expression. There was a genuine interest in her eyes, not the cold curiosity of someone trying to measure his worth, but rather the warmth of someone simply trying to understand. Maybe she’s different from the others, he thought, allowing himself to lower his guard just a bit more. Maybe she’s not looking for a fight, not judging me for who I’ve been labeled to be.

Dahyun, on her part, found herself growing more intrigued by Dynazenon. He’s like a puzzle, she thought, calm on the surface but there’s so much going on underneath. The way he moves, the way he talks—it’s like he’s always ready for something to go wrong, like he’s bracing himself for the next attack. But he doesn’t seem hostile. Just… watchful.

She could sense the quiet storm within him, the anger that simmered just beneath his calm exterior. But instead of being repelled by it, she found herself wanting to understand him more. He’s someone who’s been burned before, someone who doesn’t trust easily, she realized. But there’s more to him than just that anger. He’s watchful, yes, but also protective.

He looked at that girl earlier like he wanted to protect her, even though she clearly doesn’t like him. That says something. The two sat there, in an almost comfortable silence, sharing the plate of food without any need for more words. Despite the noise of the hall, the clamor of people around them, there was a strange sense of peace between them. It was rare for Dynazenon to feel this way, especially around strangers, but with Dahyun, there was no pressure to perform, no need to prove himself.

I could get used to this, Dynazenon thought as he glanced at her, feeling a small sense of relief. Maybe not everyone here is out to judge me. Maybe some people are just… like her. Maybe some people are worth letting in.

Dahyun smiled softly, sensing his quiet acceptance of her presence. He’s not as cold as he seems. Just careful. That’s okay. I can work with care, she thought, feeling the beginnings of a friendship in the making.

As they sat quietly Dynazenon heard a yelp for help. It was Wonhee’s voice at first he ignored it until he heard “I don't want this. go away!” much clearer. he turned away from Dahyun and said,

“I am sorry but my Bratty sister may be in trouble please excuse me while I go find her. As Dynazenon looks for Wonhee he sheds the timidness and hesitation its time for action. Dahyun watched Dynazenon with fascination from across the room. The apprentice Codex Keeper who had seemed awkward and unsure of himself was gone, replaced by someone entirely different. Where did this confidence come from? she wondered, her curiosity growing. He moved like a predator now, a lion on the hunt, and despite the danger, Dahyun found herself drawn to him. He’s not like the others. They put on masks and talk in circles, but he’s different. She remembered their earlier conversation—the way he had smiled at her, genuinely, without pretense. Even now, he’s thinking of someone else, Dahyun realized. His focus wasn’t on making a spectacle or proving himself; it was on protecting the girl. There’s something noble in that, she thought. But when she saw the surge of purple energy around him, a knot of worry tightened in her chest. That power—does he even know what he’s doing? She felt a strange sense of both awe and concern for Dynazenon. He was unlike anyone she had met before, and despite the uncertainty swirling around him, Dahyun couldn’t help but think, Maybe I was right to approach him. There’s something more to him, something worth seeing through.

He walks through the crowd ambivalent to the stares he received. As Dynazenon moved through the crowd, responding to Wonhee’s cry, Lorgar observed his apprentice with a mixture of pride and apprehension. He moves decisively now. No hesitation, no second-guessing, Lorgar thought, watching Dynazenon shed the timidness that had plagued him earlier. But will he control his power, or will his emotions overwhelm him again? Lorgar had seen this before—an apprentice at the cusp of greatness, yet held back by inner conflict. The purple energy swirling around Dynazenon gave him pause. He’s tapping into his psionics and magic without realizing it. If he doesn’t master this soon, it could consume him. Despite his concerns, Lorgar couldn’t deny that there was raw potential in his apprentice, but potential was a double-edged sword. Magnus saw something in him, but I wonder if even my brother understands the fire he’s lit.

As he was searching he bumped into the codex keeper Son. Dynazenon apologized for spilling his drink as he kept searching for Wonhee. Son was surprised to see Doflamingo at this ceremony and said “Wait a minute there cowboy. Whats got you in a hurry?” “I was asked by Lady Sunshine to watch her apprentice, and I have lost track of her.”

Hearing the ward witch’s name caused Son to immediately back off. He wanted no part of the lady who had melted a dude’s spine with just her magic. So Dynazenon was able to continue his search. Lady Sunshine, standing next to Lorgar, noticed the subtle shift in Dynazenon’s demeanor, and it worried her. There’s that anger again, simmering just beneath the surface. She had seen it earlier when she used True Sight on him, a coiling fury masked by a facade of restraint. It’s only a matter of time before it boils over.

What then? As she watched him push past Codex Keeper Son without a second thought, Lady Sunshine’s thoughts turned to her own apprentice, Wonhee. He feels responsible for her, even if he calls her a brat. But can he protect her without losing control? Sunshine could feel Dynazenon’s power expanding, raw and untempered, as he moved with purpose. He’s strong, but unstable. Is it enough to trust that he’ll grow into this power, or are we letting a dragon loose in a world unprepared for it? Her concern for Dynazenon was mixed with admiration—there was something undeniably captivating about his defiance, even in the face of danger. He reminds me of Orion. Full of rage and strength but always teetering on the edge. One wrong step and…

Eventually, he found her…alone with Valence. Wonhee appeared in distress. He calmly put a shoulder on Valence telling him to leave her alone. Valence undeterred used his psionics and pushed the apprentice aside Dynzenon crashed through the door as the energy flung him outside into a crowd of onlookers including Aragorn. Dynazenon had to make a choice.

He could ignore the situation and let Wonhee fend for herself. Or he could fight.

“You would abandon your charge to live easier.” something inside him challenged

“You know Valence only responds to force and you have were given the power to protect those like Wonhee from people like him.” the voice inside of Dynazenon added. Dynazenon hesitated until then voice said “If you don't stop Valence here you are no better than everyone else who gives into him and enables him. You are no hero just a coward.” the voice growls inside of him.

As Dynazenon confronted Valence and found himself flung across the room, Lorgar and Lady Sunshine both felt a spike of tension. Lorgar’s fists tightened at his sides. He’s lost control again. Why can’t he just rein it in? Yet as he saw his apprentice surrounded by Codex Masters with their swords pointed at his throat, Lorgar felt a flicker of understanding. He’s protecting someone. He’s angry, yes, but that anger comes from somewhere deeper—a need to shield others from harm. Lorgar’s initial anger began to fade, replaced by a begrudging respect. Maybe he’s not so different from how I was at his age.

Lorgar and Lady Sunshine hear the growl from Dynazenon and watch as streaks of Purple energy swirl and arc around him as he races across the hall. The hear a light commotion as they race to him having seen most of everything. By the time they reach him Dynazenon is surrounded by 5 Codex masters swords pointed at his throat and a pummeled Valence on the ground with a crying Wonhee.

Lady Sunshine, however, remained on edge. This is exactly what I was afraid of. He can’t just fight his way through every problem. Seeing the bruised and crying Wonhee only amplified her concerns. But he did what he thought was right. He acted when no one else did. Sunshine glanced at Lorgar, hoping he understood the gravity of the situation. If we don’t teach him to channel this power, this anger… it’s only a matter of time before it consumes him, or worse, destroys him. Lorgar looked upon his pupil angrily.

“What did I tell you?” he demanded

Dynazenon still caught in his fury and fervor responded in equal measure, “I can't remember I was too busy watching over this brat.” he yelled gesturing to Wonhee.

Lorgar took a moment and pieced the scene together as did Lady Sunshine. They calmed down and asked Dynazenon what happened. From her vantage point, Dahyun saw the full display of Dynazenon’s power—and his vulnerability. She watched as he fought, not just against Valence, but against the expectations, the judgment of those around him, and perhaps, most of all, his own self-doubt.

He didn’t care that the entire room was watching. He acted. And as the scene unfolded, she found herself more intrigued than ever by Dynazenon. I knew there was more to him than he let on. He’s not just powerful—he’s dangerous in a way that excites me. Despite her concern, Dahyun couldn’t help but smile faintly. I think I’ll stick around and see what happens next.

This expanded scene provides more depth to the internal thoughts of Lorgar, Lady Sunshine, and Dahyun as they observe Dynazenon’s actions, highlighting their differing perspectives—Lorgar’s cautious respect, Sunshine’s concern mixed with admiration, and Dahyun’s growing fascination with Dynazenon’s unique combination of power and vulnerability.

The next day Dynazenon sat uncomfortably in front of internal affairs. He sat in terrified silence as he awaited his turn. In the office Wonhee sat retelling her side of the story

Aragorn sat behind his desk, his gaze piercing as he observed the young apprentice before him. The room was dimly lit, the stone walls of the Codex Keepers’ headquarters giving the space an air of quiet authority. His fingers steepled under his chin, Aragorn’s eyes rested on Wonhee, who sat opposite him. She looked nervous, but there was a steely determination beneath her surface.

“Wonhee,” Aragorn began, his voice deep and measured. “I need you to explain to me, in your own words, what happened during the incident with Valence and Dynazenon.”

Wonhee shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how much to reveal. She had been dreading this conversation, knowing that Valence was Aragorn’s prized apprentice. But she also knew she couldn’t lie about what had happened. Taking a deep breath, she began, her voice steady but low.

“Throughout the night, I was trying to avoid Dynazenon,” she admitted, her eyes flicking up to meet Aragorn’s. “Lady Sunshine had asked him to keep an eye on me, and… I didn’t like that. It felt stifling. I know Dynazenon meant well, but I didn’t want to be constantly watched.” Aragorn listened carefully, his expression unreadable. So this wasn’t Dynazenon failing his task by negligence, he thought. She was deliberately trying to escape him.

“I tried to find spaces where he wasn’t watching me,” Wonhee continued, “places where I could just… breathe. Eventually, I came across a room at the back of the hall where Valence was.”

At the mention of his apprentice, Aragorn’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing. He gestured for her to continue, his face a stoic mask.

“At first, I didn’t think anything of it,” Wonhee said, her voice faltering slightly. “Valence is one of the senior apprentices, and I figured it would be safe to be around him. But… he wasn’t acting the way I expected.” She hesitated, clearly reluctant to speak ill of someone under Aragorn’s tutelage. Aragorn remained still, his mind racing as he observed the unease in her body language. Valence… what did you do?

“Go on,” Aragorn said quietly, his tone encouraging but firm. Wonhee swallowed hard, then spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “He… made a move on me. I told him I didn’t want it, and I tried to fight him off, but he wouldn’t stop. I kept telling him to leave me alone, but he wasn’t listening.”

Her hands clenched in her lap, her eyes clouded with the memory of fear. Aragorn’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t react outwardly. Valence had been one of my most promising students, he thought. Why didn’t I see this?

“I was trying to push him away when Dynazenon came in,” Wonhee said, her voice growing stronger. “He didn’t hesitate for a second. He told Valence to leave me alone, but Valence… he didn’t back down. He used his psionics to throw Dynazenon across the room.”

Aragorn’s brow furrowed. The fact that Valence had resorted to violence against a fellow apprentice was shocking enough, but the deeper implications were unsettling. What has Valence been hiding from me? “But Dynazenon… he didn’t stop,” Wonhee continued. “Even after being thrown across the room, he got up and came back. I could feel his anger, but it wasn’t just rage. It was like… he was protecting me, like he was doing what he thought was right.”

Wonhee paused, looking down at her hands. “I’ve never seen anything like it. He was furious, but his anger wasn’t reckless. He pummeled Valence to the ground, but I don’t think he would’ve killed him. He was… controlled, even though it didn’t seem that way.”

Aragorn sat back in his chair, his mind whirling. Controlled rage, he thought. That’s not something I would have associated with Dynazenon before. I had heard the rumors—his instability, his unorthodox methods—but this…

The silence in the room thickened as Aragorn processed her words. He had always viewed Dynazenon with suspicion, especially after hearing of his volatile nature and his tendency to challenge authority. But what Wonhee was describing was different. It wasn’t a display of raw power for its own sake—it was the actions of someone protecting another, someone who couldn’t stand by and watch an injustice unfold.

“Do you believe,” Aragorn asked after a long pause, “that Dynazenon acted out of duty? Or was it something else?”

Wonhee met Aragorn’s gaze and nodded. “I think he acted because he felt responsible for me. He was watching over me all night, even when I didn’t want him to. And when he heard me in trouble, he didn’t hesitate.” Aragorn leaned forward, his hands resting on the desk. “And Valence… how did he respond?”

Wonhee’s face darkened. “Valence didn’t care. He only backed down when Dynazenon forced him to. If it hadn’t been for Dynazenon, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

Aragorn nodded slowly, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He had trusted Valence with so much, and now that trust had been shattered. But what troubled him more was the fact that he had misjudged Dynazenon so completely.

For so long, Aragorn had viewed Dynazenon as a potential threat—a wild card who might disrupt the order of the Codex Keepers. But now, seeing him through Wonhee’s eyes, he realized there was far more to the apprentice than he had initially believed. Dynazenon wasn’t just a reckless force; he was driven by something deeper, something Aragorn hadn’t fully appreciated before.

“Thank you, Wonhee,” Aragorn said quietly, his voice softer than before. “You’ve given me much to think about.” Wonhee nodded and rose to leave. But before she exited the room, Aragorn called her back.

“One last thing,” he said, his voice laced with a newfound respect. “What do you think of Dynazenon now?”

Wonhee hesitated, then answered firmly. “He saved me. I don’t know him well, but I know this—he’s someone I’d want watching my back.” Aragorn nodded, watching her leave. He sat alone in his office, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on him. Dynazenon… perhaps I was wrong about you. The image of Dynazenon standing over Valence, surrounded by Codex Masters with swords at his throat, flashed in his mind.

For the first time, Aragorn began to see the apprentice not as a loose cannon, but as someone who might just be necessary for the future of the Codex Keepers. Someone capable of protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves.

He’s dangerous, Aragorn thought, but perhaps that’s exactly what we need.

After dismissing the ward witch, Aragorn brought in Dynazenon. He activated his true sight at its highest capacity, carefully observing the young man as he entered. Dynazenon walked in, nervous but resolute, and Aragorn immediately noted how much calmer his aura was compared to their previous encounters. It surprised him when the first words out of Dynazenon’s mouth were an apology.

“I’m sorry for ruining the night,” Dynazenon said earnestly.

Aragorn waved it off. “Your apology, while appreciated, isn’t necessary.

I’ve spoken with Codex Keeper Son, Ward Witch Wonhee, and Dahyun. Their accounts of your actions were surprisingly noble. You won’t be punished or admonished for what happened with my apprentice, but I do have a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

Dynazenon nodded silently, bracing himself for the interrogation. “The first question is simple,” Aragorn began, “why did you attack my pupil?”

Dynazenon let out a sigh, considering his words. “While I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, your pupil was suspiciously close to Wonhee, and she was crying. I could have taken more time to assess the situation, but… with Wonhee being underage, I couldn’t take the risk.”

Aragorn nodded at this explanation. Dynazenon’s words were honest, but Aragorn could sense he was still holding something back. “How did you know Wonhee isn’t of age?” Aragorn pressed. “Her cultural markings aren’t complete,” Dynazenon answered without hesitation. “The small crescents on her cheeks would be full lunar marks if she were fully of age.”

Again, a truthful answer—but Aragorn felt something deeper being concealed. He studied Dynazenon’s calm yet guarded demeanor. There was something else, a hidden part of this young man that Dynazenon was not revealing.

“You’re hiding something,” Aragorn stated, his voice steady but probing. “Something important. I can’t help you unless you’re honest with me.” Dynazenon hesitated for a long moment before answering. “There’s a part of me that isn’t normal. It pushes me to act, especially when others hesitate. You saw a glimpse of it last night—that purple energy.”

Aragorn’s eyes widened slightly. “That wasn’t psionics or magic?” Dynazenon shook his head. “I can’t do either, but this part of me can mimic their effects.”

At first, controlling this force proved difficult for Dynazenon. It was insatiable, relentless in its desire to grow and overpower everything else. As Dynazenon spoke, small arcs of purple energy began to dance around him, filling the room with a subtle but palpable charge. Aragorn, ever the scholar, watched intently as the energy flowed, listening to its hum. “Never be afraid. Never cower. Protect. Fight. Win,” Aragorn heard in Dynazenon’s voice, but the words came from the energy itself. However, in the darker swirls of the power, Aragorn heard something else. “Purge weakness. Fell the tyrant. Crush evil.”

Aragorn turned his gaze toward Dynazenon, who seemed unaware of the dual nature of his power, merely guiding it without fully understanding its origins. This was not ordinary aura manipulation or psionics; this was something ancient and dangerous. Aragorn marveled at the potential, but also sensed the deep risks associated with it. “Withdraw your power,” Aragorn commanded gently.

Dynazenon obeyed, and the energy swiftly retreated back into him. Aragorn watched as the young man calmed, the air still buzzing faintly with the residual power.

“You’re an unsettling individual,” Aragorn said thoughtfully. “But unsettling might be exactly what we need right now. I foresee a rift forming within the Codex Keepers. Many of them view their position as nothing more than a status symbol, a stepping stone to greater influence. While the role may grant that, it was never meant to be glorified in such a way.” Aragorn paused, reflecting on the implications of what he was about to offer. “It may be too late for my own apprentice, but not for you. Come to this office on your off days, and I will help you master both your power and your soul. They seem to be intrinsically tied.”

Dynazenon was taken aback. “Oh, um… okay, sir.”

“Please, enough with the formalities,” Aragorn rebuked gently. “Aragorn is fine.”

Dynazenon nodded, still processing the unexpected offer as he left the office. Aragorn sat back, contemplating the conversation and what it meant for the future of the Codex Keepers. Meanwhile, outside the office…

Valence had been listening from the shadows, his face twisted in barely contained rage. His master—his master—had just praised that nobody, that whelp, Dynazenon, as if he were some rising star. Noble? Heroic? Valence’s fists clenched as his pulse quickened, his thoughts racing. Since when does Aragorn praise someone like that?

Valence’s pride, already bruised from his earlier confrontation with Dynazenon, now boiled over into a seething resentment. He had been Aragorn’s chosen apprentice for years, mastering manipulation, subtlety, and psionics, yet Aragorn had never spoken of him in the same glowing terms he used for Dynazenon. It stung. Deeply.

I’ve proven myself time and again, and for what? To be cast aside for a novice? he thought bitterly.

The praise Dynazenon received felt like a slap in the face. Valence had always been careful to maintain an air of composure, but he could feel that facade slipping. He needed to do something. His grip tightened as he replayed the conversation in his head. Then, a dark thought came to him—a memory.

Charlemagne, the newly appointed Loremaster of Diplomacy, had recently approached him. Charlemagne had whispered of opportunities, of a mentorship that focused on expanding political power rather than psionic mastery. Charlemagne’s offer had seemed redundant at the time, given Aragorn’s already formidable guidance. But now… Valence felt a sudden surge of temptation.

Why continue to chase after Aragorn’s approval when Charlemagne has already seen my potential? Valence thought, his anger slowly morphing into cold calculation. Charlemagne’s offer had been enticing, the chance to learn how to influence and manipulate the political landscape, to be a true master of the Codex Keepers’ hidden power structures. He could feel the pull. Where Aragorn seemed to drift toward idealism, Charlemagne embodied ruthless ambition. Valence’s lip curled as he considered his options.

If Aragorn wants Dynazenon, he can have him. But when the time comes, I’ll be the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, not some glorified apprentice.

Valence straightened up, his decision made. He would meet with Charlemagne. Let Dynazenon bask in Aragorn’s favor for now. It wouldn’t last forever.

Absolutely! Here’s the expanded scene detailing Dynazenon’s training regimen under Lorgar and Aragorn, highlighting the different but equally taxing challenges he faces:

The first week of training under both Lorgar and Aragorn was grueling for Dynazenon. From the moment the sun broke the horizon, it felt like he was thrown into a tempest of knowledge and physical demands. Each day began with Lorgar, the stern but wise master of combat and strategy. The mornings were cold and quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves as Dynazenon arrived at the training grounds. Lorgar stood there, a towering figure clad in battle-worn armor, his eyes sharp and assessing. “Today, we focus on the mind and body,” he announced, a glint of determination in his voice.

Dynazenon would spend hours honing his combat techniques, practicing his footwork and stances against Lorgar’s relentless onslaught. Each strike felt like it held a lesson; each dodge tested his reflexes. “You must learn to predict your opponent’s moves,” Lorgar instructed, his voice a low growl. “Combat is not just physical; it’s a mental game.” After sparring, the training shifted to psionic exercises, where Lorgar pushed Dynazenon to connect with his energy, to visualize the flow of power within him. “Feel it,” Lorgar urged, “and direct it. Your emotions can become your greatest weapon, but they can also be your downfall. Control is essential.”

Dynazenon often found himself drained, both physically and mentally, as he grappled with the challenges of combat and the complexities of harnessing his abilities. Lorgar was relentless, demanding not only skill but also a deeper understanding of the art of war. As the afternoon sun reached its zenith, Dynazenon shifted gears to study under Aragorn. Here, the focus was entirely different. The air was thick with the smell of parchment and ink, and the sound of quills scratching against paper filled the room. “Knowledge is power,” Aragorn would declare, his tone both firm and encouraging. “Understanding the cultures you will interact with is paramount. Respect and knowledge go hand in hand.”

The hours spent in the library felt endless as Dynazenon immersed himself in various cultural practices, rites, and rituals. He learned the importance of customs, how to navigate complex social landscapes without causing offense. Each text was filled with the intricacies of different societies, their histories woven together like a tapestry. Next came penmanship and transcription lessons. Dynazenon struggled with his handwriting, the letters sometimes slanting awkwardly on the page. “Clarity and precision are crucial,” Aragorn reminded him, patiently guiding his hand as they worked through the intricacies of transcription. “You are not just writing; you are preserving knowledge. Treat it with the respect it deserves.”

Evenings were reserved for training with Lady Sunshine and Wonhee. Here, the atmosphere shifted again; the lessons were filled with creativity and emotional depth. Lady Sunshine taught him about the art of healing, using magic to mend not just the physical but also the emotional wounds of others. “Empathy is a healer’s greatest asset,” she would say, her voice soothing yet firm.

Wonhee, eager to learn alongside him, encouraged Dynazenon’s creativity. They practiced spells together, trying to shape their energies into tangible forms. “Focus your intent,” she advised, her own aura glowing brightly as she demonstrated. The exercises were not only exhausting but also mentally taxing, pushing Dynazenon to connect with his emotions on a deeper level.

And then there were his off hours, where Dynazenon would seek out Aragorn, his interest in the esoteric abilities pulling him into a different realm of training. Aragorn’s lessons were enigmatic, often filled with riddles and ancient philosophies that challenged Dynazenon’s understanding of power and purpose. “The true nature of your abilities lies beyond the surface,” Aragorn would say, his voice a melodic whisper. They would delve into the arcane, exploring concepts that felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. Each session left Dynazenon feeling as though he were standing on the edge of a great abyss, the potential of his powers both thrilling and terrifying.

By the end of the week, Dynazenon was a walking testament to exhaustion. His body ached from the physical training, his mind buzzed with the weight of all he had learned, and his spirit felt stretched thin as he grappled with the demands of his multifaceted training. Each master presented their lessons in unique ways, but they were united in their expectations of him. The knowledge and skills he was acquiring were like building blocks, each day adding more weight and complexity to his growing foundation. As he collapsed into bed each night, he felt the weight of a world opening before him—a world filled with potential, danger, and the promise of becoming something greater than himself. The three masters convened in the Lorgar’s Office, the air thick with the weight of their discussions. Lorgar leaned against the table, arms crossed tightly, his expression taut with concern. Lady Sunshine sat with an air of calm, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her cup. Aragorn paced thoughtfully, the light from the tall windows casting long shadows across the floor.

“Dynazenon’s progress has been nothing short of remarkable,” Lady Sunshine began, her voice warm with admiration. “He’s adapting to the teachings and has shown incredible skill in combat and the arcane arts. It’s as if he’s a natural.”

“Natural or not,” Lorgar interjected, his voice edged with frustration, “I can’t shake this feeling of worry. He hasn’t manifested any psionic or magical runes yet. Despite his potential, without those foundational skills, how far can he truly go?”

Aragorn stopped his pacing and turned to Lorgar, an understanding look in his eyes. “You’re right to be concerned, but let’s not overlook what he has achieved. He’s shown the ability to learn quickly, but his psionic and magical runes haven’t appeared yet. That doesn’t mean he won’t be able to manifest them in time.”

Lorgar shook his head. “It’s not just a matter of time. It’s about understanding the core of what he is. My psionic mastery runes took years to develop, and they serve as a foundation for my skills. Without his runes, Dynazenon could falter when faced with true adversity. His growth is impressive, but it feels incomplete.”

“He’s been pushing himself nonstop for eight months,” Lady Sunshine added thoughtfully, her brow slightly furrowed. “Most apprentices hit a wall at eight weeks, at which point we usually give them their first break. Dynazenon? He hasn’t stopped once. Not even to catch his breath.” Aragorn nodded, his expression one of slight disbelief. “That’s the truly shocking part. The fact that he’s just now showing signs of exhaustion is… unprecedented. His stamina—physical, mental, and spiritual—is beyond anything I’ve seen. Eight months without pause, and he only now seems to be feeling the weight of it?”

Lorgar looked between the two, the concern in his eyes deepening. “It worries me. Not because of his dedication, but because he hasn’t hit that limit sooner. Most apprentices need that wall to humble them, to teach them the value of recovery and reflection. It’s during those moments of exhaustion that they grow the most—where they learn their limits and build their foundation. What if he’s avoiding that crucial stage by sheer force of will?”

“Or perhaps,” Aragorn suggested, “his limits are simply different. His capacity for pushing himself might be far beyond what we’re used to seeing.”

Lady Sunshine nodded slowly. “True, but even so, it’s concerning. If he doesn’t learn to recognize his own limits, he risks burning out in far more destructive ways. We’ve never seen an apprentice push for this long without proper rest. And now, after eight months, if he’s finally starting to hit that wall, what kind of toll has it already taken on him?” “Exactly,” Lorgar agreed. “His physical training, the cultural lessons, the constant practice—he’s been relentless. But without the manifestation of his psionic or magical runes, I can’t help but feel he’s overcompensating. It’s as if he’s trying to break through by sheer force, instead of letting the process happen naturally.”

Aragorn stopped pacing and looked directly at Lorgar. “You’re not wrong to be worried. But I think there’s something more going on. Dynazenon is tapping into a power that transcends the normal. While he hasn’t yet unlocked the traditional runes of psionics or magic, he’s harnessing something deeper. His soul is channeling energy in ways we haven’t fully understood.”

Lady Sunshine leaned forward, intrigued. “What do you mean? Are you suggesting he’s accessing a different kind of power?” “Yes,” Aragorn confirmed, nodding thoughtfully. “He’s channeling what I’ve tentatively named ‘Palladics.’ This energy comes from his soul rather than the heart or the mind. It’s ancient and primal, enabling him to achieve feats that even seasoned masters struggle with.” “But if he’s focusing solely on this Palladics power,” Lorgar pressed, “what does that mean for his potential in psionics or magic? If his runes don’t manifest, he risks being unable to handle situations that require those specific skills.”

“Indeed,” Aragorn agreed. “And it’s crucial that he learns to balance this newfound power with the traditional arts. We must guide him to explore his psionic abilities while still nurturing his talents in magic.” Lady Sunshine spoke softly but with conviction. “Lorgar, you have to remember that Dynazenon’s journey is uniquely his own. Just because he hasn’t manifested his runes yet doesn’t diminish his promise. Instead of comparing him to your own path, consider how you can support him.” Lorgar took a deep breath, rubbing his temples as he processed their words. “I just fear he may become reliant on this Palladics power and neglect the foundational skills he needs to survive in the world. He may need psionic abilities to navigate the political landscape or combat situations that require more than raw power.”

“Then we must be vigilant,” Aragorn asserted. “It’s our responsibility to ensure he doesn’t overlook those vital skills. Encourage him to train in psionics and magic alongside his unique abilities. We can help him forge a path that incorporates all aspects of his potential.”

The next morning Dynozenon woke up and all of his accumulated fatigue Finally hit him. He sighed and forced himself up. When he wanted nothing more to go back to bed and back to his dream about Dahyun. He remembered she should be coming back today after completing an expedition so he'd have to sneak her in. As he went through his morning routine however he just decided that he was done not taking care of himself and earned the break. so he went to his master and said, "I am sorry boss but I need some semblance of time off. So I am taking it now and will be off for the next month. I am fried, burnt out, and fraying at the edges."

Lorgar smiled and said, "I am surprised it took you this long. Most apprentices hit this point at 8 weeks, and you're doing three times the work. Enjoy your time off." Doflamingo nodded and went out for the day to wait for Dahyun at the port she was supposed to come into. Doflamingo arrived at Dahyun’s predicted port of landing where he waited Doflamingo stood at the edge of the bustling spaceport, his arms crossed, scanning the crowd for any sign of Dahyun. The hum of transport shuttles, the clatter of footsteps, and the murmur of travelers swirled around him, but his mind was elsewhere—sifting through the whirlwind of the past year.

Eight months of training, he thought. He had thrown himself into everything—cultural studies, combat, the relentless lessons with Lorgar and Aragorn. The weight of those hours spent poring over ancient rites, the burn in his muscles from endless combat sessions, and the heavy silence in the moments when his psionic runes still refused to manifest. And yet, in all of it, there was a deep sense of purpose. He had come so far, but why did he still feel… incomplete?

He glanced at the chronometer ticking down, noting how much time had passed since his first meeting with Dahyun. She had come into his life unexpectedly, and somehow, the quiet moments he shared with her had become the still points in the chaos. Her energy balanced his own in ways that he couldn’t have anticipated. And yet, he wondered how she saw him now. Did she understand the battles he fought—the one against Valence, the struggle within himself to master powers that didn’t fit into any category? He sighed.

The past year had also brought some revelations that he wasn’t sure how to process. The talk with Aragorn about his soul’s power still rattled in his mind. Palladics. A power tied not to the heart or mind, but to the core of his very being—his soul. He didn’t even fully understand what it meant, only that it felt more natural than magic or psionics, and yet somehow more dangerous. It was a part of him, ancient and fierce, a force that whispered of both creation and destruction. No wonder it unnerved even the Codex Keepers.

He thought of the conversations with Lorgar and Lady Sunshine, their concerns over his progress, the discussions about how he’d hit the wall only now—months after most apprentices had. He’d been pushing himself harder than anyone, and now, finally, it was starting to catch up to him. His body ached in ways that weren’t purely physical. His soul—his power—was demanding more, straining against the limits of his mortal frame. And yet, here he was, waiting at a spaceport, feeling as though all that progress had yet to manifest in the ways he wanted. Was he cursed was he doomed by fate?

Through it all, though, Dahyun had been a constant presence. He thought of their first meeting, her teasing confidence as she stole food from his plate. The ease with which they had slipped into a rhythm, unspoken, effortless. He didn’t feel like he had to prove anything to her; she just saw him, and in a way that didn’t demand answers or power. That was something no training could provide.

The doors of the spaceport hissed open, and a familiar figure stepped through. Dahyun, looking as calm and composed as ever, though her eyes sparkled with that same curiosity that had intrigued him from the beginning.

Doflamingo’s heart beat a little faster, but he kept his expression neutral, only allowing a small smile to break through. It’s been a year, he thought, and somehow, I still don’t know where this path is leading me. Dahyun spotted him and waved, her pace quickening slightly as she weaved through the crowd. As she approached, he straightened, taking in the reality of the moment. For all the uncertainty, for all the questions swirling in his head, one thing remained clear: he wasn’t walking this path alone.

Dahyun smiled as she approached Doflamingo. “You look tired,” she teased. Doflamingo nodded and said, “I am” Dahyun laughed and said, “Well you chose this life,” Doflamingo nodded as he walked with Dahyun.

“So I take it you are off for the time being?” she asked and Doflamingo nodded.

“Yeah for now. What about you?”

Dahyun nodded as she took Dracual’s arm in hers. She leans in closer to him and asks“ How's the training been?”

“It's been tiring but I feel good about the work I am doing.” Dahyun smiled then said, “I heard Valence graduated earlier. How do you feel about it?”

Doflamingo smiled at Dahyun and said, “I am unsure but nothing I think really matters in this regard, but right now I'm not Dynazenon. I am Doflamingo and I'm here for my friend Dahyun.” Dahyun smiled at Doflamingo’s simplicity.

“Well, then it's a good thing I'm off too.” The couple arrives at Dahyun’s home a little later. Following their arrival at Dahyun’s home, Doflamingo can feel the weight of his exhaustion begin to ease in the comfort of her space. They settle in, slipping into an easy rhythm as they prepare tea and sit by the window, looking out at the quiet, star-strewn night beyond.

As they talk, Dahyun senses something unspoken in him, a tension that the recent months of relentless training haven’t erased. She gently nudges him to open up, and gradually, he shares his uncertainties: about his progress, his stalled psionic abilities, and the recent revelation from Aragorn about his “Palladics”—a power he barely understands. Dahyun listens with a quiet intensity, absorbing his worries without judgment. She notices he hesitates a bit when talking about everything but she chalks it up to nerves. She reassures him that he doesn’t have to figure everything out all at once. She reminds him of the growth he’s achieved and the lives he’s impacted—especially hers. “Sometimes,” she says, “strength isn’t about conquering powers or mastering abilities. Sometimes it’s about allowing yourself to just be.”

Doflamingo nodded as Dahyun leaned into him. That was until he heard the chime of the emergency service alert. Dahyun watches as Doflamingo’s countenance drastically changes with a sad knowingness. He gets up and Silently says to himself,

“So it begins,” he turns to Dahyun and says,

“Hey, so I am going to be gone for a while. If in the slim statistical chance, we don't see each other again. I have liked you for some time and after I am back I'd love to go out with you on a date.” Dahyun chuckled and then said,

"What if I want you right here right now?" she asked seductively.

Doflamingo hesitated until Dahyun got up and brought him in for a kiss. she held his face as she brought him in closer. she drank in his vulnerabiltiy and shock as his brain short circuited at her actions.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to do that,"

Doflamingo blinked as he felt an unfamiliar heat swell within his body, before kissing Dahyun back. She melted into his touch as she happily let his tongue invade her mouth. Spit and moans swapped between their mouths as new sensations drove them to new expressions of intimacy. Sadly, this couldn't last as Dahyun got another call. Doflamingo sighed before getting up and leaving.

"See you around," he said sadly.

The next day, Chowon walked through the busy hangar bay, her face glowing with excitement at the call she’d received for the peace expedition to Theros. Just as she turned the corner, she collided with a large figure, solid and unmoving. She looked up, taking in the man’s towering height, his mechanized helmet obscuring his face and an ethereal, faintly shimmering cape draped over his broad shoulders.

“Oh! Sorry for running into you,” she said, tilting her head up with a cheerful smile. Her eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity and friendliness as she gazed at him, her optimism shining through.

The man hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the warmth radiating from her. He’d grown used to people reacting to him with caution or fear, but her openness seemed to reach him, cracking the armor around his heart just a little.

“No, ma’am, the apology should be from me. I wasn’t paying attention and bumped into you,” he responded, his voice deep and modulated by the mechanized system in his helmet, hiding the softer tone beneath.

Chowon smiled wider. “Well, let’s both share the blame, since I wasn’t looking either.” She extended a hand, a gesture so simple yet sincere. “I’m Chowon. What’s your name?”

For a moment, he was silent. No one had asked him his name with such genuine interest in… well, he couldn’t remember how long. “My name is… Dyna,” he finally replied.

Chowon’s face lit up, her joy pure and unguarded. “Well, Dyna, can we be friends?”

The words struck him. Friends? He glanced down at her outstretched hand and hesitantly reached out, clasping her hand in his. Her grip was small but strong, and as he shook her hand, he felt something strange and unexpected—warmth. Despite the cold fury he knew simmered within him, the touch of her hand somehow made him feel safe, as if a spark of kindness had seeped through his armor, however briefly.

The two began walking together, Chowon’s step light and confident. As they moved through the hangar, she looked up at him. “So, Dyna, where are you headed?”

“I’m part of the peace negotiation team for Theros,” he said, his voice carrying a note of quiet strength.

“Oh, really? Me too!” Chowon beamed. “Wouldn’t it be something if we were neighbors on board?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, hidden behind the helmet. Falling into the warmth of her presence, he nodded, “I hope so.”

As they reached her luggage, Chowon stumbled slightly under the weight of one of her bags. Before she could adjust it, Dyna reached down and gently took her bags. “Allow me,” he said, easily lifting them with one hand.

Chowon’s eyes widened, a hint of admiration flashing in them. “Thank you, Dyna! You know, you’re not only strong, but very considerate too.”

Her words, so earnest and unguarded, caused something in him to soften. He’d faced down warriors, stared down foes on the battlefield, and withstood countless harsh words in his lifetime, but this small act of kindness—a simple ‘thank you’ from someone who truly meant it—touched him deeply.

They walked side by side to the embarkation zone, her easy chatter filling the silence. “Have you been on peace expeditions before?” she asked, glancing up at him with genuine curiosity.

“Not quite like this one,” he admitted. “It’s… a different experience.”

“Well,” she said, her voice cheerful yet gentle, “if this is your first peace mission, maybe it’s a sign of good things to come. Peace can be hard, but it’s also worth it, don’t you think?”

Dyna didn’t answer immediately. Her innocent confidence felt strange yet oddly comforting to him. He’d fought so many battles, and believed in power as the only solution, and yet this young, unguarded person spoke of peace like it was a strength in itself.

“Yes,” he said finally, almost to himself. “Maybe it is.”

As they boarded, Chowon looked at him one more time, her smile as bright as a sunrise. “I’m glad we’re on this mission together, Dyna.”

And as he took his place beside her, for the first time in a long time, he felt his icy resolve begin to thaw, the walls around his heart cracking as this girl, with all her innocence and determined hope, unknowingly became a small beacon of warmth in his world.

Jiu and Orion lingered at the entrance, observing the crew they’d be working alongside on this critical expedition to Theros. The lineup was impressive: familiar faces, seasoned in the rigors of psionic and magical arts, filled with names like Lorgar, Lady Sunshine, Magnus the Red, Dahyun, Gahyun along with newer figures like the prodigious Hanni and the ambitious Valence, and Charlemagne. It was the largest gathering of Ward Witches and Codex Keepers Jiu had ever seen for a single mission, and for a moment, she felt a sense of comfort amidst the growing concerns about Theros and the ever-present tensions of peacekeeping.

As Jiu and Orion approached, they exchanged casual greetings with the group. Jiu’s smile brightened when she spotted Lady Sunshine’s new apprentice, Wonhee, a young Ward Witch with a vibrant energy that balanced Lady Sunshine’s calm presence. But there was a conspicuous absence that Jiu immediately noted.

“Hey, where’s Doffy? We’ve heard so much about him,” she asked, turning to Lorgar.

Lorgar gave a brief sigh. “I thought it would be best not to bring him along. His family is on Tikumanjaro, which is currently occupied by Theros. His impartiality would have been compromised.”

Orion nodded, understanding the caution. “That makes sense. You need someone here without personal stakes in this conflict.”

Just as they finished their conversation, a cheerful voice broke through the air.

“Hi, friends!” Chowon called, approaching with a bright smile. She practically bounced toward the group, her youthful energy infectious as she greeted each member enthusiastically, showering them with handshakes and high-fives. Her innocence was palpable, a refreshing lightness that seemed almost out of place amidst the weighty task ahead.

As Chowon reached each person, the group smiled back at her, their usual guarded stances softening in response to her optimism. Even Valence, typically more reserved, couldn’t help but give a small smile when Chowon clasped his hand and gave it an earnest shake. Her confidence and sincerity were endearing, and for a moment, the looming dread of the mission seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of Chowon’s innocent determination.

But behind her, an armored figure approached—a towering, armored presence that immediately caught the group’s attention. Unlike Chowon, who exuded friendliness and hope, the man’s aura was cold, calculated, and undeniably intense. His steps were measured, and his gaze, though obscured by the mechanized helmet, seemed to pierce each of them with a silent, assessing focus. The group tensed, feeling the chilling weight of his aura pressing upon them.

Yet, amid the unease, there was a strange familiarity. Though unsettling, his energy resonated with something they’d felt before, as if they were encountering an echo of a presence they had once known. Lorgar’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying the armored man with newfound curiosity. It wasn’t an exact resemblance, but the sensation of his aura—the particular blend of authority and restrained power—hinted at a depth that wasn’t entirely foreign.

“Who… is that?” Dahyun murmured to Jiu, her voice barely a whisper.

“This is Dyna,” Chowon replied softly. “A psionic and magic mercenary.”

“‘Mercenary’?” Valence echoed, his tone laden with skepticism as he observed the man. The unsettling familiarity of Dyna’s aura gnawed at him, pulling up instincts forged over years of intense training. Where Chowon’s energy had softened the group’s typical defenses, Dyna’s presence was as sharp and chilling as the edge of a blade.

Chowon, oblivious to the group’s discomfort, turned back to Dyna and beckoned him forward, smiling brightly. “Come on, Dyna! These are my new friends. Everyone, this is Dyna. He’ll be joining us on the mission to Theros!”

The group exchanged wary glances, hesitating before responding. Lorgar cleared his throat and managed a nod, though his posture remained tense. He wasn’t sure what unsettled him more—the fact that Dyna felt so completely out of place among the Ward Witches and Codex Keepers or the strange, haunting echo that lingered in his aura, like an old memory surfaced unbiddenly.

“Nice to… meet you, Dyna,” Lorgar finally said, extending a cautious hand. Dyna hesitated, then took it briefly, his grip firm yet cold, the handshake more a formality than any true attempt at camaraderie.

Orion, observing from the sidelines, noted the stark contrast between Chowon and Dyna. Chowon, who was so full of life and warmth, practically radiated optimism, pulling people toward her with effortless charm. Dyna, by contrast, seemed to create a boundary around himself, an invisible line that no one dared to cross. Where Chowon inspired trust, Dyna demanded respect—a respect born not from admiration but from a sense of guarded caution.

Finally, Aragorn leaned in, his voice low but clear. “Chowon, are you certain about Dyna’s participation?”

Chowon beamed at him, oblivious to the undertone of caution in his question. “Absolutely! He’s here to help, just like me. I know he might seem a bit… intense, but he’s good at heart.” She cast an encouraging look back at Dyna, whose silence and cold demeanor had become almost palpable. But there was a flicker of something in his stance—a tiny, unspoken gratitude directed at Chowon as if her presence alone kept his darker nature at bay.

Aragorn’s gaze softened slightly as he saw this, a silent acknowledgment of the bond between them. He still felt the heavy aura around Dyna, but perhaps, he thought, Chowon’s unwavering hope could be what tethered this man to the light.

After introductions, Chowon led Dyna through the ship’s corridors, her chatter filling the air as she commented on the various ship features and the expedition ahead. Dyna walked a step behind, carrying their bags with a silent presence that felt almost protective. As they reached their quarters, Dyna was surprised to find that their rooms were side-by-side. Beneath his mechanized visage, he felt an unanticipated warmth—one he hadn’t expected from this mission or this companion.

With a slight smile hidden under his helmet, Dyna entered his room. He closed the door, set down his helmet, and exhaled, the tension of being “on guard” easing. “Okay,” he murmured to himself, “one day down, sixty-four to go.” The long journey stretched before him, yet for some reason, the thought didn’t feel as daunting as it had before.

A soft knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts. Quickly, he slipped his helmet back on and opened the door. There stood Chowon, her face alight with curiosity, her big eyes brimming with warmth as she leaned casually against the frame.

“So,” she began, a playful glint in her eyes, “what’s your story? Why the helmet?” She tilted her head, studying him with a bright, expectant gaze that seemed to pierce through the cold metallic exterior.

Dyna hesitated, his silence only deepening her curiosity. “My identity can’t be compromised,” he finally replied, his tone carefully neutral. He noticed the slight pout that formed on her lips, amused despite himself.

Chowon shrugged and leaned in, undeterred. “Alright, well… when this is over, I’ll get to see your pretty eyes, right?”

He couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped. “Pretty eyes? No. Tired, maybe. But not pretty.”

Chowon laughed softly, an unforced sound that filled the small space between them. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she replied her tone light, yet her words lingering in a way that tugged at something deeper within him. “Fine, if you won’t tell me about your eyes, then tell me about where you come from. Someone as interesting as you must have an intriguing tale.”

For a moment, Dyna stood silent, his defenses slowly lowering under her genuine curiosity. Despite the countless battles and secrets he carried, talking with her felt… safe. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that unsettled him yet drew him in. Against his better judgment, he started to talk.

As he shared snippets of his life, carefully choosing his words to protect certain details, Chowon listened intently. She leaned against the doorway, absorbing each word with quiet attentiveness, her gaze never straying from him. He found himself revealing more than he had anticipated—his journey to becoming a mercenary, the worlds he had seen, the hard choices he’d had to make. Her expressions shifted with his words—sometimes wide-eyed with wonder, sometimes soft with empathy.

“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot,” she murmured when he paused, her voice gentle. Her empathy seemed genuine, her gaze softening as if she could see past the layers of armor to the person underneath.

Dyna looked down, the cold metal of his visor masking his momentary vulnerability. “We all have our stories, Chowon,” he replied softly, deflecting with practiced ease. “I’m just one among many.”

Chowon reached out impulsively and placed a hand on his armored forearm, her warmth breaking through the barriers he had so carefully constructed. “Maybe, but you’re here now. And you’re not alone.”

The simplicity of her words stirred something in him, a sense of connection he hadn’t felt in a long time. For a brief moment, the walls he’d put up to keep everyone at a distance seemed less necessary. He wanted to say something more, but the words escaped him.

She withdrew her hand and smiled brightly, stepping back into the hallway. “Good night, Dyna. We’ll be spending a lot of time together, so… get used to me.”

He nodded, watching her retreating form. As she disappeared down the hall, he found himself feeling both exposed and strangely at ease. This journey, it seemed, would not just be about the mission. With Chowon beside him, it might be something more—something that, despite himself, he wasn’t entirely prepared for yet felt he might not want to resist.

Meanwhile, Hanni is busy on her knees.

"Oh fuck Hanni your mouth is so good," Valence moans in his quarters, as his secret paramour's thick lips ride his shaft up and down. For context, Codex Keeper Valence, and Ward Witch Hanni have been in this romantic…no errotic entanglement since they did their first expedition. their little trysts always start out the same. Hanni pouts those thick kissable lips and Valence folds to her whims before finding a private place to satisfy the instaitable little rabbit's cravings. right now it was a desire to swallow his cum so she was slowly bobbing on his shaft gagging and using her luscious lips to wring Valence dry.

"You always taste so fucking good," Hanni commented. Valence smiled as he caressed her face before she went back to sucking him off. He didn't last long as always with lips as excellent as Hanni's and exploded in her mouth. Hanni happily drank his cum.

The expedition set off on what was meant to be a straightforward departure, but barely had they left Terra’s atmosphere when they encountered their first obstacle. A massive armada of Theros fleet ships materialized, blocking their path with an aggressive formation. Alarms blared, and a terse command echoed through the ship: they demanded Lorgar and Orion surrender immediately.

Tensions mounted as the crew gathered on the bridge, each member preparing for the worst. Before anyone could devise a plan, Dyna stepped forward, his presence commanding. In one swift motion, he summoned his weapon, True King’s Legacy, a mighty, arcane spear pulsing with psionic and magical energy. The weapon crackled with raw, controlled power, sending an almost palpable shockwave through the bridge. Chowon’s eyes widened in awe, but the rest of the crew exchanged uneasy glances, their suspicion growing.

With an almost casual gesture, Dyna unleashed a barrage of psionic and magical beams, each shot finding its mark with unerring precision. The beams slammed into the Theros ships, leaving them crippled but intact, their weapon systems and warp drives completely disabled.

A stunned silence settled over the bridge as the crew processed the display of power. They exchanged wary looks, uncertain whether to be impressed or alarmed by Dyna’s precision. His attack had been perfectly controlled, too perfectly controlled. Most mages or psionics, even those with years of training, would struggle to achieve such restraint in the heat of battle, especially against a fleet of this magnitude.

Finally, Lorgar spoke, his voice a careful mix of curiosity and concern. “How did you know you could strike only their weapon systems and drives? That level of control is… rare.”

Dyna met his gaze with a calm confidence. “I practiced,” he replied simply. “I’ve been preparing for this. I’ve known for years that the Theros people might escalate to open war.”

His explanation was direct, yet it did little to settle the suspicion growing in the crew. Chowon, however, looked unfazed, even impressed, her eyes alight with admiration. “Isn’t this great? We have someone powerful and prepared!” Her voice was filled with optimism as she beamed at Dyna, but her enthusiasm was met with uneasy glances.

Orion, watching from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes. Practiced for years? he thought, an unsettling feeling creeping over him. Dyna spoke with a certainty that seemed out of place. What kind of experience did he have to perform such precise, simultaneous attacks on multiple warships?

Dahyun leaned toward Lady Sunshine, her voice a hushed whisper. “Doesn’t it feel like he’s… holding back? Like he’s only showing us a fraction of what he can do?”

Lady Sunshine nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on Dyna, calculating and cautious. “Yes. It’s not just his strength that’s worrying, it’s his familiarity with this type of combat. There’s a difference between being prepared and… expecting war.”

As Chowon’s words tried to dispel the tension, Aragorn stepped forward, his tone both polite and probing. “Dyna, I have to ask—this weapon of yours, True King’s Legacy. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. A weapon that merges psionic and magical energy to such an extent… it’s no ordinary artifact.”

Dyna shrugged off the compliment with a calmness that only raised more questions. “It’s a part of me,” he replied, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. “One learns to master what one is born with.”

The room felt charged with an unspoken suspicion as everyone separated. No one voiced their doubts directly, yet they lingered, casting cautious glances back at Dyna. His power was undeniable, but it felt veiled in secrecy—a mystery that left an uneasy feeling hanging in the air. And while Chowon’s cheerful demeanor eased the immediate tension, her words did little to silence the lingering questions in their minds.

As the days of their journey passed, Dyna and Chowon fell into a natural rhythm, their time together marked by a mix of quiet camaraderie and genuine understanding.

One day In the ship’s common area, Dyna was silently practicing his weapon handling, the weight of True King’s Legacy shifting effortlessly in his hands. Chowon sat nearby, her gaze flickering from her notes to him. He noticed her watching, a bit shy, as if unsure whether to speak up.

He paused mid-swing, lowering the weapon with a smile behind his helmet. “Want to give it a try?”

Chowon’s eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. Dyna carefully handed her the weapon, guiding her hands to its center. As they went through each stance, Chowon’s laughter filled the air, her usual gentle demeanor tinged with excitement. She stumbled at first, nearly dropping it, but her persistence shone through, and her movements became sharper and more confident with each attempt.

When she finally handed the weapon back, breathless but beaming, Dyna felt a warmth in his chest, admiring the determination she hid beneath her soft exterior.

“It feels alive!” Chowon noted. Dyna mixed and said

“Well, that's because it is. This weapon is the last remnants of the True King Dragons and has now been with me for a very long time.” Dyna explained and to further his point True King transformed into a dragon. It was the size of the weapon roughly but held a regal respect.

Later, in the mess hall, they shared a meal. Chowon listened as Dyna shared tales of past battles, occasionally slipping into a fiery recount of events. His voice would grow passionate, his words carrying weight and conviction. But he’d always pause to check if she was still interested, with a gentle “I’m not boring you, am I?” Chowon would just shake her head, her attention rapt.

In turn, she shared stories of her own, mostly of misunderstood spells, eccentric mentors, and her struggle to make others see past her appearance. Her innocence and genuine curiosity shone through every word, but Dyna could sense her frustration, too—the doubt others cast on her because of her youthful appearance, the constant need to prove herself.

“Sometimes I think no one sees me for what I’m actually capable of,” she admitted softly.

Dyna’s gaze never wavered as he answered, “I see you, Chowon. I see exactly who you are.”

A soft blush rose in her cheeks, but her smile was grateful, her guard lowering with each moment they spent together.

One afternoon, Chowon tried to mend a damaged section of the ship’s barrier on her own. She was muttering to herself, biting her lip as she tried to figure out which spell to use. Dyna watched for a moment, impressed by her concentration and dedication, even if she struggled to recall the exact chant.

He stepped in quietly, saying, “Need some help?”

Together, they worked through the steps, Dyna guiding her with patience and precision. In moments when she’d stumble, he’d gently correct her, his tone never condescending, always encouraging. By the end, she’d mastered the barrier spell, her expression glowing with accomplishment as they watched the barrier solidify.

Chowon looked at him and said, “I’d never have figured it out without you.”

“You would’ve,” he replied simply. “I just helped you see it.”

During a quiet evening in the observation deck, the stars stretching infinitely around them, they sat side by side. Chowon sat worried about the negotiations and had this unending sense of dread. Dyna tried to console her to little avail. Realizing she needed a more personal touch Dyna took off his helmet and sat with the stressed girl. Chowon did a double take seeing his bare face for the first time. Dyna shared his helmet-free reflection on the window’s surface, allowing her a glimpse at his unmasked face for the first time. Chowon didn’t press or comment, simply sitting in quiet solidarity, respecting the intimacy of the moment.

They spoke about ambitions, fears, and the unknown future, finding quiet solace in each other’s presence. Chowon shared her dreams of bringing peace and healing to worlds in need, her words layered with vulnerability. Dyna, listening intently, understood that her outward innocence was no indication of weakness; rather, it was her strength, a steadfast faith in the good she could do.

Through these shared moments, their bond solidified, a connection neither had expected but both cherished. Dyna’s guarded demeanor softened in Chowon’s presence, and Chowon felt truly seen and appreciated for the first time in a long while. With each passing day, they grew more certain that they were not just companions on this mission—they were allies, confidants, and perhaps, something even more.

A few days after Around a long, polished table in the ship’s dining hall, Jiu, Lady Sunshine, Lorgar, and Orion sat together, immersed in conversation over a late dinner. The meal had long since moved beyond formal topics, and now, there was laughter and easy camaraderie. Lady Sunshine was recounting a story from her last mission, her face lit with an almost mischievous gleam, while Jiu shook her head, her own laughter soft and musical.

Lorgar took a sip of his drink, glancing between his companions. “And here I thought I had seen it all,” he mused, “but it seems you all have been busy these past few years.”

Orion leaned forward, his eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and intrigue. “Busy doesn’t even begin to cover it, Lorgar. We’ve all changed since our last time together.”

The familiar ease of their reunion was interrupted when the doors to the dining hall slid open, and Chowon stepped in, her cheerful energy lighting up the room immediately. Following behind her was Dyna, his armored figure as imposing as ever, though his posture was relaxed.

“Sorry, we’re late!” Chowon said, giving everyone a bright smile. “We just got caught up talking.”

She led Dyna over to join them, claiming an empty spot beside Jiu. Dyna hesitated, but at a gentle nudge from Chowon, he finally took a seat next to her. He inclined his head in respectful greeting, his presence somehow both quiet and commanding, his gaze flickering between the familiar faces around the table.

Lady Sunshine smiled warmly. “Well, it’s good to see you both. Chowon, I trust you’ve been keeping Dyna busy?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Chowon grinned, glancing at Dyna, who gave a subtle nod. “We’ve been all over the ship and even managed to help with the barrier spell earlier.”

Orion watched Dyna closely, his curiosity unmistakable. “Dyna, right?” he asked, his tone cordial yet probing. “I haven’t seen power like yours in some time. Mind if I ask where you trained?”

Dyna met Orion’s gaze evenly. “Mostly self-taught,” he replied with calm precision, his voice modulated but warmer than before. “But I’ve had… mentors along the way.”

There was a pause as Orion studied him, trying to discern more from Dyna’s guarded answer. But Dyna’s expression, while polite, gave little away.

“That’s impressive,” Lorgar chimed in, his own curiosity piqued. “Most who wield both psionics and magik have years of formal training.”

“Practice and persistence,” Dyna replied with a small shrug. His guarded tone softened as he added, “It’s been… an interesting journey, let’s say that.”

Chowon, noticing the weight in his words, gave him an encouraging smile. “And I can say he’s quite skilled! Not only in power but in precision.”

Orion chuckled lightly, clearly intrigued but sensing the need to change tactics. “Well, anyone who can keep up with Chowon deserves a medal.”

Dyna’s head tilted a hint of humor in his voice. “She’s definitely a challenge,” he agreed, glancing at her fondly.

Lady Sunshine raised an eyebrow. “Challenge? Oh, Dyna, you have no idea.”

Jiu leaned in, studying him thoughtfully. “You seem different from when we first saw you, Dyna,” she noted. “More… comfortable.”

Dyna paused, then gave a slight nod. “Traveling with Chowon… it’s been good for me. A reminder of what I’m here to protect.”

The table fell quiet for a moment, the group sharing a silent understanding. They sensed that Dyna was more than he seemed—a protector, a fighter, a man with his own set of codes, but one who chose his words carefully and gave little away about his past.

Orion, however, wasn’t one to let go so easily. “I’m sure your story is one worth telling,” he remarked with a pointed look. “Perhaps, in time, you’ll share it.”

Dyna’s gaze softened as he looked at the others, a hint of warmth flickering in his usually guarded expression. “Perhaps,” he replied, his tone a touch lighter. “But tonight, I’m just here to enjoy dinner with my… friends.”

Chowon’s face lit up at his words, and as the meal continued, it was clear that despite his quiet reserve, Dyna was slowly becoming part of their circle—a trusted, if enigmatic, presence in their midst.

As the expedition ship glided through the cold depths of space, the crew was finally beginning to settle into a rhythm. Halfway through their journey, a rare sense of calm had fallen over them. They were just starting to plan for the negotiations with Theros when the alarms blared through the corridors.

Dyna—always vigilant—was already on his feet, scanning the room for threats. Then, a flash of blinding light erupted outside the ship’s viewport, followed by a violent jolt as the entire vessel shuddered, throwing everyone to the ground. The emergency lights flickered to life, casting everything in a sickly red hue as the ship’s systems began shutting down one by one.

“Everyone, to the escape pods!” Lorgar shouted, his voice rising above the chaos as the crew stumbled to their feet.

As the crew scrambled to evacuate, Orion cursed, his gaze fixed on the control panel’s malfunctioning screens. The data displayed a signature that should have been impossible—one that shouldn’t have been there. Charlemagne. Orion’s expression twisted in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Charlemagne’s face appeared on the ship’s cracked display screens, smirking. “Apologies for the inconvenience, friends, but Theros made me an offer too good to refuse.” His eyes glittered with dark satisfaction. “And I have a schedule to keep.”

With that, the screen went dead, leaving the crew in stunned silence.

Realizing what had happened, Dyna didn’t hesitate. “Get moving! I’ll cover the rear and make sure everyone gets out.”

Jiu looked at him, her face pale with shock. “Dyna, you can’t hold off a full-blown attack alone!”

“I don’t plan on fighting them. Just… getting everyone out.” His voice was steady, leaving no room for argument.

One by one, the crew clambered into the escape pods, each person desperately buckling themselves in as explosions erupted closer and closer to the bridge. Dyna moved through the corridor, pulling people into the pods, forcing open doors, and carrying injured crew members. Each step he took was one closer to the heart of the chaos, where the sounds of machinery cracking under stress and flames licking at the walls filled the air.

The final escape pod held Jiu, Chowon, and Lorgar, all urgently waving for Dyna to jump in. The ship groaned as its structure began to give way, parts of the ceiling collapsing around them.

“Dyna, come on!” Chowon shouted, reaching out to him as he ran toward the pod. Just as he was about to step in, a burst of energy exploded above them, sending a spray of shrapnel down on his helmet. The force of the blast cracked it open, and the rest shattered from the impact.

As he staggered back, his face—one none of them had seen before—was revealed in full view. It was Doflamingo, Lorgar’s own apprentice, the one who hadn’t been brought along because of the occupation of Tikumanjaro.

“Doflamingo?” Lorgar breathed, his shock almost tangible.

The escape pod doors hissed shut, and with one last look at his former master, Doflamingo activated the release mechanism, sending the pod away from the disintegrating ship. He turned back to the destruction around him, a brief flicker of resolve hardening his gaze.

He watched the escape pods drift away, relieved that they were safe, as the ship around him groaned, cracking under the pressure. Just before the final explosion, he summoned all the power within him, his soul surging with strength and defiance, an unyielding fire radiating outward.

In the silence of space, the burning remains of the ship scattered, the escape pods drifting safely into the dark. And in every heart aboard, the truth sank in the unknown warrior they had come to trust was none other than Doflamingo, and he had given everything to protect them.

The escape pods streaked through the dark sky like falling stars, descending toward the closest habitable planet. In each pod, the crew braced for impact, gripping their seats as the small vessels rattled from the turbulence. When they finally hit solid ground, they stumbled out onto a strange, dense forest floor. The air was cool, the ground slightly damp, and a green mist hung low among the thick trees.

Chowon glanced up to the sky, worry tightening her heart. Doflamingo was still out there—alone in the damaged ship, facing the brutal reality of his own crash landing. The others around her started to take stock of their supplies and check for injuries, but Chowon’s focus was elsewhere. She could see him in her mind’s eye, maneuvering the ship, battered but resolute.

And then, through the canopy of clouds above, she spotted another flaming trail, the remnants of the main vessel hurtling toward the planet. A fiery streak blazed through the atmosphere before crashing in the distance, followed by a muffled but forceful shockwave that echoed across the forest.

Without thinking, Chowon broke into a sprint, the image of Doflamingo—no, Dyna—still vivid in her mind. She knew the others would likely follow, but none would reach him as fast as she could. Her feet pounded against the forest floor, her breaths coming fast and sharp as she navigated through dense trees and undergrowth. Finally, she reached the crash site.

The once-mighty ship was now a smoking ruin, pieces of the hull scattered and twisted. Among the wreckage, Doflamingo was half-buried beneath a broken panel, his face streaked with blood and grime. But he was alive, struggling to push himself free with what strength he had left.

“Dyna!” Chowon shouted, rushing over to him. She fell to her knees and gripped his arm, pulling him up just enough to get him out from under the twisted metal. Her heart swelled with relief and something else she couldn’t quite name as she saw his weary, bruised face. The remnants of his shattered helmet lay beside him, revealing every expression, every vulnerability he had hidden so carefully.

“Chowon,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, but a small, genuine smile played at his lips. “You… really didn’t have to come running like that.”

She returned his smile, gently brushing some debris from his shoulder. “Someone had to save the hero, right?” she said softly, her gaze unwavering. She helped him to his feet, slinging his arm over her shoulders as they limped back toward the others.

When they finally emerged from the trees, the rest of the group was waiting. Their expressions ranged from shock to wariness, each faced a mosaic of questions unasked.

Lorgar was the first to speak, his voice low and tinged with pain. “Doflamingo… I didn’t bring you along because I thought I couldn’t trust you here. You knew how important this mission was, and yet you… concealed yourself?”

Orion crossed his arms, his gaze icy and calculating as he studied him. “What was the plan here, Doflamingo? And how did you come by this level of power?”

Doflamingo opened his mouth, but Chowon spoke up first, her voice soft but firm, cutting through the tense silence. “Does it matter?” She met each of their gazes steadily, refusing to flinch. “He’s the reason we’re all alive. He fought to save us, even knowing he’d be hurt in the process. Dyna—Doflamingo—didn’t owe us anything, but he did it anyway.”

Lady Sunshine regarded her quietly, a small flicker of understanding in her gaze as she nodded. “There’s truth in that. Whatever questions we have can come later. Right now, we’re all here, alive, thanks to him.”

Doflamingo lowered his head, his expression a mixture of relief and guilt. “I know I deceived you all… but it was never my intention to betray any of you. Charlemagne’s actions put you in danger, and I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

Chowon tightened her hold on his arm, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “And you didn’t,” she said, her voice soft. “You didn’t betray us, Dyna. You protected us, and that’s all that matters.”

The others exchanged glances, and slowly, the tension began to ease, replaced by an unspoken understanding. One by one, they stepped forward, offering Doflamingo a nod, a hand on the shoulder, or a murmured word of gratitude. He felt a flicker of warmth within himself—a warmth that had begun with Chowon and now extended to the others, even as he knew they would still have questions.

For now, though, it was enough.

As the night settled in around the crash site, a quiet sense of hopelessness seemed to overtake the camp. Most of the crew sat in small, scattered groups, nursing injuries, comforting each other, or simply staring off into the dark, the weight of Charlemagne’s betrayal still hanging heavy in the air.

Doflamingo, though bruised and worn, hadn’t allowed himself to stop. Ignoring his aches and bruises, he channeled his powers, using psionics magic and palladics to pull pieces of the ship back together with deft precision. His hands moved with careful purpose, his aura flaring softly as the broken hull began to mend, inch by inch.

Chowon watched him, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. But as her gaze shifted to the others, she felt a pang of frustration. They were all capable, powerful even, and yet most of them sat idle, brooding, while Doflamingo strained himself to repair the ship. Her hands clenched into fists as she looked around the circle of tired, defeated faces.

Finally, she’d had enough. She stood up, her voice cutting through the silence with an unexpected sharpness. “Alright, listen up!” The force in her tone made everyone turn to her, taken aback by the normally soft-spoken Ward Witch’s sudden command. “You’re all sitting here feeling sorry for yourselves, when the one person who’s done the most to save us—despite everything—is over there, working alone.”

Lorgar looked at her in surprise. “Chowon, we’re trying to regroup, to assess—”

“No, what you’re doing is wallowing,” Chowon interrupted, her eyes flashing with determination. “Charlemagne betrayed us, but we’re not helpless. We have a ship, we have each other, and we have the power to fix this. But if you’re all going to sit around, I’ll be the one to say it—you’re failing this mission.”

The others exchanged glances, some of them shifting uncomfortably, but Chowon pressed on. “Doflamingo is over there, putting his life and strength on the line for us. I know some of you don’t understand him, but he’s shown more resilience and more care for all of us than I’ve seen from anyone here. We’re Ward Witches, Codex Keepers—we’re supposed to be the best, to lead in times of crisis, not to sit by when there’s work to be done.”

She took a step forward, her voice softening but remaining firm. “I’m helping him, with or without the rest of you. But if you have any respect for this mission, for yourselves, and for what we stand for, then get up and join us.”

Doflamingo looked up, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration as Chowon’s words cut through the camp like a bolt of lightning. Slowly, one by one, the others stood, their faces shifting from shock to resolution.

Orion was the first to speak. “You’re right, Chowon. We’ve been distracted. We owe it to each other—and to Doflamingo—to pull our weight.” He turned to the others, nodding. “Let’s get to work.”

Lorgar, though still processing everything, moved over to Doflamingo’s side, nodding with silent respect. Lady Sunshine and Jiu joined in, their powers flaring as they began assisting with the repairs, levitating sections of the hull into place or welding components together with controlled bursts of psionic energy.

Chowon stepped up beside Doflamingo, giving him an encouraging smile. “You don’t have to do this alone,” she said softly. “We’re here with you.”

As they worked together, a new energy filled the air, one of shared purpose and resilience. Under Chowon’s direction, the ship began to take shape, piece by piece, each member of the crew focused on a single goal. Chowon and Doflamingo had become the unlikely heart of this mission, their dedication inspiring everyone around them.

When dawn finally broke, the ship stood rebuilt, a symbol of their shared strength and determination. Chowon glanced around at the exhausted but resolute faces, a sense of pride filling her as she realized they had succeeded not just because of their powers, but because they had chosen to rise above their doubts and come together.

From that moment on, she and Doflamingo were the unspoken leaders of the group, their actions a testament to the courage that had kept them all moving forward.

As the newly restored ship sailed through the vastness of space, the team finally settled into a quiet camaraderie, bonded by the hardships they’d overcome together. The silence felt peaceful, but there was a new, unspoken understanding among them—respect for Chowon and Doflamingo’s unrelenting spirit that had carried them all through.

Doflamingo had found himself at the ship’s observation deck, staring out into the stars, his usually guarded expression softened by a hint of ease. After all the battles, betrayals, and near-death encounters, there was a calm he hadn’t felt in years. As he watched the distant lights of planets slipping by, a voice broke the silence behind him. For a moment he wasn't burdened by visions of the future.

“Thought I might find you here.”

He turned, and there was Chowon, her gaze warm and steady. She walked up beside him, leaning against the railing and letting the quiet stretch between them for a moment. Finally, she looked up, meeting his eyes. “Doflamingo… I just wanted to say thank you. You gave everything to keep us safe out there.”

Doflamingo let out a quiet chuckle, glancing down. “I did what I had to. For everyone.” He paused, his voice softening. “For you.”

Her hand slipped over his, her fingers intertwining with his armored glove, her touch gentle but sure. “I know you did. And I know it wasn’t easy for you to keep… well, everything about yourself hidden from us. But you’ve shown me more than anyone ever has.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “And I want you to know, that no matter what others might say or think… you’re my hero. That’s my choice, and I’m proud of it.”

Doflamingo looked down at her, his usual cold gaze melting into something warmer, more vulnerable. “Chowon, I never expected anyone to see me the way you do. But… having you by my side, it’s more than I ever thought I deserved.”

She smiled, her eyes softening with a mixture of affection and determination. “Well, too bad. Because you are a hero deal with it.”

With a quiet laugh, he leaned down, his forehead resting gently against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, their surroundings forgotten as they held onto each other in the solitude of the stars.

“I like you. I like you a lot Doflamingo!” Chowon asserted confidently. Doflamingo nodded and replied

“Chowon when I'm with you everything seems better,” Chowon smiled before taking Doflamingo into a deep kiss. In that moment, Chowon’s heart swelled with pride, feeling as though she’d found her place and purpose in this chaotic universe. They weren’t just partners on this mission; they were each other’s anchor, their bond forged in fire and tempered by trust. When she broke the kiss the two of them, they stared at each other intently.

As the expedition ship hummed through the darkness of space, Dahyun found herself wandering the quieter corridors, lost in thought. Passing by one of the observation decks, she noticed a familiar pair silhouetted against the backdrop of stars—Chowon and Doflamingo, close together, sharing a quiet moment. Chowon’s hand rested easily in Doflamingo’s, her head leaned against his shoulder, and he was watching her with a look Dahyun hadn’t seen from him before—warmth, softness, and something undeniably close to love.

Dahyun’s breath hitched. She felt a pang deep in her chest, unexpected but undeniable. Memories drifted back—moments she and Doflamingo had shared, conversations where he’d seemed to open up, the way his rare smiles had once made her heart race. She had felt something, hadn’t she? A chance, perhaps, or at least the glimmer of one. But she’d buried those feelings, convinced herself it wasn’t the time. She’d told herself he was focused on his mission, on his responsibilities… and maybe, so was she.

She watched the two of them, saw Chowon’s easy laugh, the way Doflamingo’s normally rigid demeanor softened in her presence, and felt a strange blend of regret and bittersweet acceptance. She’d missed her chance—she realized that now. And yet, watching how Chowon and Doflamingo brought out the best in each other, she couldn’t deny that they seemed perfect together.

Dahyun took a steadying breath, her gaze shifting to the stars beyond them. Next time, she thought, a quiet promise forming in her heart. The next time she felt that spark, that chance for something real, she wouldn’t let her guard up or hold back out of caution. She would let herself feel it fully, without reservations or excuses.

She turned and walked away, leaving Chowon and Doflamingo to their moment. There was a lingering sadness, but beneath it, a newfound determination. She wouldn’t lose her chance again—whenever love came calling, she would be ready.

As Doflamingo and Chowon stood together Chowon began to feel a fire light in her lower abdomen it made her bolder.

“I need you,” Chowon whined before dragging him to her quarters where she slammed the door and locked it with him inside. Her eyes shifted as she pinned him to her bed. Despite all of his strength Doflamingo was still drained from ship repair and the crash landing. Chowon used her strength to pin him and yank his pants down. In her eyes a wild and reckless fire of passion. She saw his cock and slowly began to stroke it marveling as it got harder for her.

“You've been a bad boy, hiding this from me.” Chowon cooed in a seductive voice. When Doflamingo reached full mast she smiled. “I'm going to take all of you and you're going to take all of me. Well become one,” she said. Doflamingo began to feel light-headed as she took his manhood inside of her mouth. At first, she was slow but the fire inside her cast all other thoughts aside. Furiously she stripped before telling Doflamingo to do the same. Her eyes clouded with furious desire as the two of them stood in her room bare.

“You're so alluring,” Doflamingo said as Chowon happily pushed him onto the bed again.

“Oh is that all you have to say,” she asks she gropes her massive tits and says, “Really? nothing to say about these?” She stops and then switches to groping her ass, “or this,” she adds before she sinks on Doflamingo’s cock. She moans in carnal pleasure.

“You were the first one to view me as a woman. So I'm going to be the first to make you a man,” she proudly proclaims as she begins to ride Doflamingo. Doflamingo is overstimulated by her warm wet hole. Chowon notices it and giggles

“Do you like it? How wet I am for you?” she questions as she grinds along his shaft. Doflamingo nods as she starts bouncing on his cock. Chowon smiled watching Doflamingo unravel until he exploded inside of her. Chowon smiled as she continued riding until she came moments later.

She smiled as she cupped Doflamingo’s face before resting her head on his shoulders. The couple cuddled before falling asleep. When Chowon woke up she felt at peace as Doflamingo ran his hand along her hair. She felt like she was in a trance as Doflamingo pet her. The two sat silently for a while until they felt the ship lurch and move.

Doflamingo stormed off the ship, barely reining in the fury surging through every inch of his being. The moment his boots hit the ground, he shot forward, his eyes locked on the so-called “negotiation table” ahead. The others scrambled to keep up, but he was already steps ahead, moving with a deadly focus. Inside, every part of him screamed for destruction, to tear apart the pieces of a universe that had betrayed him, but he forced himself to hold on.

When he reached the table, his presence alone sent a shockwave of fear through the air. The Loremaster of Diplomatics, attempting an oblivious greeting, barely had time to blink before Doflamingo seized him and hurled him out of the room. The heavy doors clanged shut, locking him and the Theros representatives inside. His energy swelled, filling the room with an oppressive heat that made the representatives shrink back in terror.

Doflamingo took a long, slow breath, letting the facade of calm settle over his features. His voice, soft and cordial, cut through the silence with chilling contrast to the rage roiling just beneath the surface. “I’ve brought you peace terms,” he said, pushing the contract across the table toward them.

One representative fumbled for the document, his hands trembling as he read the conditions. As they skimmed the pages, their expressions shifted from fear to astonishment. The terms were generous, more than they’d anticipated—land grants, resources, everything they’d wanted save three final demands: Lorgar’s head, Orion’s head, and the return of the confiscated gene bombs.

“How did you get this approval?” one of the representatives stammered, looking up at Doflamingo in disbelief.

Doflamingo’s eyes narrowed as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a menacing murmur. “The Confederation understands just how far your ambition stretches. They see this as a clean break—a way to end this war without plunging us all into an endless bloodbath.” His voice wavered as fury simmered beneath the surface, barely controlled. “Are the terms acceptable?”

“Yes… yes, they are,” one of the representatives hurriedly replied, his eyes darting away from Doflamingo’s intense gaze.

“Good.” Doflamingo straightened, an eerie calm settling over him as he took a single, deep breath. He turned, striding out of the room and into the gathering group of his comrades. “It’s over,” he announced, his voice low but carrying an edge of relief.

But as he said the words, his emotions caught up to him, and the calm shattered. His aura swelled, a raw, explosive power filling the space around him. Rage crackled in the air like a storm on the verge of breaking as he fixed his gaze on Charlemagne, standing among the others, still wearing that smug, unperturbed expression. Every fiber of Doflamingo’s being screamed at him to burn everything to the ground, to let loose the inferno within.

“Now you…” Doflamingo’s voice dropped to a feral growl as he took a step forward, his psionic, magic, and palladic runes flaring so intensely they seemed to light up the entire room. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do? You nearly threw us into a billion-year war for what? Personal gain?”

The fury in his eyes was almost unbearable to look at, and Charlemagne, for the first time, flinched under his gaze. “You took shortcuts and turned a blind eye while innocent lives burned, all because you thought you saw an opening to climb the ladder.”

Doflamingo’s fists clenched, his hands trembling as he summoned his weapon, True King’s Legacy, its saber-like form glowing in the dark energy of his seething anger. The weapon itself seemed to pulse in tune with his rage, mirroring the wrath consuming him. “I should skin you alive,” he hissed, his voice breaking with raw desperation. “It would be nothing less than justice.”

Before he could advance further, the other Codex Keepers, Lorgar, Orion, Aragorn, and Magnus the Red, stepped forward, surrounding him. Their weapons were drawn, creating a tense barrier between him and Charlemagne.

“Doflamingo, you can’t do this,” Lorgar said firmly, his tone unyielding. “There are laws, boundaries even for you.”

Doflamingo’s face twisted in frustration, his voice cracking as he shot back, “What part of ‘billion-year war’ doesn’t register with you?” His breath was labored, his mind clinging desperately to the last threads of sanity as he fought against the darkness gnawing at him from within.

“All of it. The war is averted; it’s over,” Lorgar insisted, his voice calm but resolute. “He lost. You won. Isn’t that enough?”

“No! It’s not enough!” Doflamingo’s voice was almost pleading, the words spilling out in agony. His hands shook as he gripped True King’s Legacy, its blade vibrating with his need for retribution. “I need this…”

“No, you want this,” Aragorn countered, his voice like a steel blade. “You think this will satisfy your rage, but it won’t. It will only pull you deeper.”

Doflamingo shook his head, desperation etched into his features. “Same difference,” he spat, his voice barely a whisper. “Isn’t this self-defense? He tried to kill us! Doesn’t that count for something?”

“You’re not defending yourself,” Orion interjected softly. “This is revenge. You’re here to settle a vendetta, nothing more.”

Doflamingo’s defenses crumbled, and a single tear traced down his cheek. He took a shuddering breath, his voice reduced to a quiet, painful whisper. “Please, just let me have this.” His eyes were hollow, reflecting the years of nightmares and rage pent up within him, the screams of innocents forever etched in his memory.

But his mentors stood their ground, their gazes unyielding. “This won’t heal you, Doflamingo,” Lorgar said gently. “The pain you carry—it’s the cost of bearing future sight and bearing the weight of others’ suffering. But revenge won’t make it any lighter.”

Doflamingo’s shoulders slumped, his grip on True King’s Legacy loosening as he let out a shuddering exhale. “I don’t need true sight to know he’s going to be a problem. He’ll come back… and the cost will be on all of you. I could end it all right here, but you cowards would have him live another day”

The haunting prophecy hung in the air, chilling everyone present. But Doflamingo, finally releasing his grip on the weapon, stepped back. His eyes, though filled with anguish, softened when he saw Chowon standing nearby, her gaze steady and filled with understanding. She stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

Doflamingo looked at her, the warmth in her eyes cutting through the remnants of his fury, grounding him. Slowly, he let himself relax, letting her calm presence dissolve the last of his rage.

A few weeks later, the Codex Keepers convened in a quiet, vaulted chamber aboard the Confederation’s flagship. It was a solemn assembly, their faces set with the weight of the decision they were here to make. Lorgar, Aragorn, and Magnus the Red sat in a circle with the other master Codex Keepers, the hum of energy around them heavy with tension as they reviewed the events leading up to the final negotiation.

Lorgar broke the silence, his voice grave. “None of us can deny that Doflamingo’s actions saved countless lives. He was instrumental in averting a catastrophic war and stood against unimaginable odds. But his methods…” He paused, gathering his words. “They were unacceptable. His disregard for the principles of restraint and diplomacy nearly led us into the very destruction he sought to prevent.”

Aragorn nodded solemnly. “Yes, he protected us, but he almost gave in to a darkness within himself, a need for vengeance that goes against everything a Codex Keeper stands for. His confrontation with Charlemagne went beyond defending himself. His actions were driven by a vendetta, not justice.”

Magnus sighed, his eyes thoughtful but resolute. “Doflamingo’s fury was understandable, given the pain he’s suffered. But his anger was so close to consuming him—and all of us along with it. If we turn a blind eye, we risk legitimizing that kind of retribution, and that’s a precedent we can’t afford to set.”

The others murmured in agreement. They each recognized Doflamingo’s contributions but felt the need for an unshakeable moral foundation within their order. Finally, Magnus the Red spoke. “The power of a Codex Keeper lies not only in their abilities but in their discipline. A Keeper cannot let rage dictate their actions, no matter how justified that rage may feel. If we allow Doflamingo to remain, we signal that unchecked fury has a place among us.”

With a heavy heart, Lorgar raised his hand, symbolically casting his vote. The others followed, each lifting their hands in solemn confirmation. The decision was unanimous. Doflamingo would be expelled from the Codex Keepers.

“Then it is decided,” Lorgar announced, his voice filled with a quiet sadness. “We will relieve Doflamingo of his title and position within the Codex Keepers. His service to the Confederation will be honored, but he can no longer serve as one of us.”

As they concluded the proceedings, Lorgar nodded to the doorway. Standing just outside was Othello, known once again as Codex Keeper Orion. The mantle had returned to him after years away, and though he wore the title with a familiar dignity, a shadow crossed his face as he listened.

Othello entered, nodding respectfully to the council. “It’s unfortunate to see Doflamingo leave,” he said, his tone gentle but understanding. “But I will do my best to uphold the order’s principles and restore what was lost.” There was a determination in his eyes—a commitment to honor the values they held dear.

The Keepers dispersed quietly, each carrying a sense of both relief and regret. Doflamingo’s absence was a painful loss, a reminder of the price of unchecked power. But as Codex Keeper Orion took his place once more, the order had a chance to rebuild, to reestablish the foundation of restraint and honor that defined them.

Doflamingo received the news of his expulsion alone, a formal message transmitted with the seal of the Codex Keepers. The decision, though not unexpected, hit him with a crushing finality he hadn’t anticipated. Standing by himself, he read the message in silence, the words blurring slightly as he realized how thoroughly his actions had stripped him of the order that had been his life. The title he’d worked for, the discipline he’d held himself to—it had all been taken from him in one swift sentence.

His fists clenched as he fought the conflicting emotions swirling within him. Rage flared, hot and searing, his mind instinctively revisiting the moments when he’d acted, in his eyes, to protect everyone—even when that protection demanded ruthless measures. Every cell in his body wanted to argue, to lash out at the council’s narrow perspective. They hadn’t seen the horror he had glimpsed in his nightmares, hadn’t felt the weight of what he knew was at stake.

But behind that fury was a deeper hurt, a stinging sense of betrayal and isolation. The Codex Keepers had been his family, his mentors, his anchor. And now, with a few strokes of their pens, they had turned their backs on him. There was no room for understanding, for the complexity of what he’d been through. The very people he had sacrificed so much for had cast him aside.

He could almost hear the voices of his mentors—their words of caution and control, their steady insistence on restraint. Their faces came to him, one by one, and a part of him could see their point. His own anger had come close to consuming him. And yet, even with that understanding, the pain of being deemed unworthy, of having his efforts and loyalty reduced to recklessness, left him hollowed out.

Doflamingo exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm raging within. There was no reversing the council’s decision, no amount of justification would bring him back into their ranks. The Codex Keepers’ judgment, even if he despised it, was final. He had given everything, and they had still let him go.

A hand touched his shoulder—Chowon. Her presence grounded him instantly, easing the bitterness gnawing at his heart. She’d stood by him, seen him at his worst, and she hadn’t turned away. Looking into her warm, reassuring eyes, he found something to hold on to, something real that didn’t depend on titles or orders.

“They can take their title,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “but they can’t take what I’ve fought for.”

Chowon nodded, offering him a small, sympathetic smile. “No, they can’t. And they won’t. What you did will stand, and they’ll remember it—even if they don’t acknowledge it now.”

Together, they left the room, his resolve renewed with each step. If he couldn’t be a Codex Keeper, he would find his own way to protect those he cared about. And though he had lost his place in the order, he still had a purpose—and people who believed in him.

A year had passed since Doflamingo’s expulsion, yet the sting of betrayal was fresh in his heart. When the news broke that Charlemagne had been cleared of all wrongdoing and was to be reinstated, Doflamingo’s faith in the Codex Keepers shattered once more. The public spectacle of the trial had been grueling, exposing the rot in an order that claimed to uphold justice and truth. To everyone else, this outcome was stunning, outrageous even. But for Doflamingo and Chowon, it was simply confirmation of what they’d known all along: the Codex Keepers were willing to protect their own—even at the cost of true justice.

On a quiet evening, Doflamingo waited outside the Codex Keepers’ headquarters. Lorgar, Magnus, Aragorn, and Orion stepped out after a long day, visibly worn by the day’s events. To their surprise, they saw Doflamingo waiting, a platter of food in his hands. Silently, they sat down together on the steps, taking portions from the platter, eating as if this gathering were normal, though tension and unspoken words lay heavy in the air.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the clink of utensils and the muffled sounds of the city around them. Doflamingo’s gaze was distant, fixed somewhere past the stars, his fury radiating like a dark, suppressed storm. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice a quiet, seething whisper.

“I will never forgive, nor forget this,” he murmured, his tone deadly calm. “Your cowardice here will cost you, and it will cost this order dearly. But I should’ve known—none of you can handle what it takes to see beyond this flawed, rotting system.” He clenched his fists, voice thick with restrained anger. “I will tear it down, every piece, but it will be a revolution unlike anything this universe has seen. No war. No bloodshed. Just power. And the strength of that power will be so absolute that the universe will have no choice but to submit.”

Lorgar’s face tightened, and with a heavy breath, he leaned forward, eyes searching Doflamingo’s for some glimmer of the apprentice he once knew. “Please, don’t do this,” he pleaded, voice almost breaking. “Don’t turn against us. There’s another way.”

Doflamingo’s bitter laugh filled the silence, and he shook his head slowly. “Another way?” he echoed, his voice hollow. “Do you think I haven’t tried to find it? Do you think I didn’t give everything to prevent the war that haunted my dreams? Those visions started the day I joined you, the day I trusted you.” His voice dropped, tinged with hurt. “I did everything I could to protect this universe, and yet here I am—stripped of my title, cast aside—while you welcome a traitor back into your ranks.”

Aragorn looked down, fists clenched, unable to meet Doflamingo’s gaze. The regret was evident on each of their faces, but none of them spoke. They all knew, in some way, that he was right, but they had chosen the path of least resistance, the preservation of order over true justice.

Doflamingo turned to them, his face set with finality. “When next we meet, it may be as enemies. So pray that your god shows you mercy.” He took a breath, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. “Because I won’t.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving them in silence. The four Codex Keepers sat unmoving, watching his figure fade into the twilight, each haunted by the knowledge that the apprentice they had once cherished was lost to them—and that one day, their failure to act might bring them all to ruin.

Later that evening, Chowon stormed through the Ward Witches, her heart pounding with anger and hurt. The verdict had been announced, and Charlemagne’s smug, unrepentant face flashed in her mind as he walked free, reinstated without consequence. She found Lady Sunshine in one of the training rooms, lost in meditation, her aura glowing with the calm resolve that Chowon used to admire so much. Today, however, it filled her with frustration.

“Lady Sunshine,” Chowon’s voice echoed, sharper than she’d intended. Lady Sunshine opened her eyes, a flicker of surprise crossing her face at the sight of Chowon’s intensity.

“Yes, Chowon?” she asked gently, though she already sensed the reason for this confrontation.

“Why?” Chowon’s voice trembled, anger and confusion layered into every syllable. “Why did you stop Doflamingo from ending Charlemagne? You knew what he did. You knew the lies, the betrayal, and yet you still stepped in to protect him.” Chowon’s eyes searched Lady Sunshine’s face, desperately seeking an answer that might make sense of this.

Lady Sunshine sighed, her expression softening with a sadness Chowon hadn’t seen before. “It wasn’t as simple as you think, Chowon. Doflamingo was acting on rage. If he’d killed Charlemagne in that moment, it would have set him on a path that could destroy him. I couldn’t let him lose himself like that.”

Chowon shook her head, frustration flaring. “But Charlemagne caused all this! He tried to get us killed, he sabotaged the mission, he betrayed everything the Codex Keepers stand for—and yet you let him walk free.” Her fists clenched. “And Doflamingo? He gave everything for this order, for all of us, and you still stood in his way.”

Lady Sunshine’s gaze turned distant, as if remembering all the burdens she’d carried through her years in the Codex Keepers. “I know you’re hurt, Chowon. I know this seems like we betrayed him. But Doflamingo’s path is dangerous—not because of his power, but because of what his anger might make him do. If he destroys Charlemagne, he risks becoming the very thing he fought against. A force unchecked can turn dark.”

Chowon’s eyes filled with tears, but her voice was steady. “He deserved justice. Doflamingo deserved the chance to be heard, to end this cycle of betrayal.” She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “But you silenced him. You all did.”

Lady Sunshine looked down, regret flickering in her eyes. “I silenced him because I care for him, and I hoped to protect him from a fate he’d regret. But perhaps…” She hesitated, her voice softer. “Perhaps we all failed him in ways we’ll never fully understand.”

The two stood in silence, the weight of unspoken truths settling between them. Chowon took a shaky breath, her voice almost a whisper. “If you truly cared, you would have stood with him.” With that, she turned and left, leaving Lady Sunshine alone with the echoes of her own doubts, feeling for the first time the loss of a student she never truly understood.

Not long after her conversation with Lady Sunshine, Chowon stood at the threshold of the Ward Witches’ grand hall for the last time. She could still remember the day she had first entered these halls, brimming with hope and pride, certain that she’d found a place where her gifts could make a real difference. But now, those walls felt cold, and the familiar faces that passed by looked at her with pity or disapproval rather than understanding. Her heart hardened as she recalled the injustice they had let fester, the loyalty they had so easily betrayed.

With a final glance at the Ward Witches’ insignia, she turned her back on it, stepping out into the cold night air, feeling freer—and angrier—than she had in years. Outside, Doflamingo waited, leaning against the wall, his gaze steady as she approached. He already knew what her decision would be; he could see it in her stride, the fierceness in her eyes.

“So, you left?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with a hint of satisfaction.

She nodded. “I’m done with orders that only pretend to seek justice. They never stood by you, or anyone who truly wanted to change things. I’ve had enough of their hypocrisy.”

Doflamingo looked at her, pride and affection gleaming in his eyes. He stepped closer, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “Then, Chowon, what’s your next move?”

She looked up at him, determination flaring. “I want to fight for real change, not just promises. And that means standing with you.”

Doflamingo chuckled, a deep, rolling sound filled with dark satisfaction and resolve. “Well, if you’re ready to join me, my next move is clear.” He stepped back and stretched his arms toward the stars. “I’m going to become the Lord of the Skies.”

Chowon’s eyes sparkled, and a wide smile broke across her face. She didn’t hesitate. “Then I’m with you, Doflamingo. The skies it is.”

Together, they looked toward the endless stars above, the path now uncertain but wholly their own. It was just the beginning of the journey—one they would carve out with strength, vision, and an unwavering belief in each other.

As Chowon and Doflamingo stood together, staring up at the infinite skies, the weight of their new mission settled between them. The universe was vast and daunting, filled with old powers and ancient grudges, but neither of them felt fear. The stars beckoned with the promise of freedom—a freedom they’d claim on their terms.

In the days that followed, rumors spread quickly. Stories of Doflamingo, now known as “ Lord Imperius” and his mysterious partner “Lady Libertas”, a fierce and brilliant Ward Witch, began to ripple through the sectors. Planets once bound by corrupt orders felt hope stirring for the first time in decades. Those who sought justice, those who had been silenced or wronged, now had a voice—and a pair of protectors willing to defy every rule to ensure their freedom.

[factual-fantasy]

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Comments and interaction are the only way I'm afraid.. But your comment doesn't have to be some lengthy and clever compliment. Simple comments like "I love this! :D" "Looks great!" "ASJDKNF" and "Lovely drawing!" will work just fine. <:)

I promise I'm not gonna look down on those comments in anyway. If someone commented on 100 posts of mine with very simple and even copy and pasted responses, I wont be annoyed- if anything that will clearly show me that this person is trying to show their appreciation for my art will also respecting my boundaries. I'll appreciate it a lot is what I'm saying! XD

Even so, if its still too much pressure or you feel too awkward, I totally understand. You don't have to interact at all if you don't want to! I wont look down on you for that either. You can drop a simple like and leave it at that! :)

I am! :D Although I'm not fully in the loop- apparently there's been an update..? :0

@paper-starz

Ooo I love the drawing! :D In return I present to you!,

Whoppers! :DDDD

@muratandlina @misscherrypie @pink088

WAHGG THE BOOPS!!! THE BOOPS!!! XDDD

@ocinstituterep

When it comes to transformers? I would say its probably impossible to fully memorize their design line for line <:( at least it is for me!

All I can advise is to draw up a very extensive ref sheet for them, as I have done before. <:T

(Link in ask)

Ugh, this is getting exhausting.. thanks for telling me though.. <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Cake hound and Tuna post) (recent Gravity Falls art)

hello hello! :D I've been hanging in there, recent art thefts and tracings has been pretty disheartening.. but I've been doing my best to move past it <:)

Also thank you! :DD I'm glad to hear you liked my cake hound artwork! :)) As for names, I was gonna say that they don't have names and aren't canon yet.. but then two names came to mind <XDD

The name Chief seems pretty fitting for the old chocolate cake hound :0 And I imagined the name Bailey for a smaller vanilla cake hound that tuna might have in the future! :0 Think of a golden retriever :00

As for Gravity Falls, I will admit it was nice to draw Stanley again! And thank you kindly for all the compliments! :DD But man, does it just make me think of all the old embarrassing GF posts I made in the past.. 😅 I'm glad you liked it none the less! :))

And lastly, I'm not sure what kind of coffee Stan would like :0 but he strikes me as the type to say "I like my coffee BLACK like my SOUL" but then secretly fills it with 75% sugar and creamer XDD

@feline-controller

I've watched the original show in its entirety, they're absolutely hilarious and very witty XDD and their 1960s DeSoto adventurer was such a cool touch to the show! It's a shame the show didn't last longer.. 😔 Also Sam is my favorite of the two :))

I have! :0 They're outfits are always so wild <XD

@readeren

All of Gummigoo is squishy! XD

I have never heard of it <:0 sorry!

@minnesotamedic186

As I state in my pinned post,

Any and all dubbed videos of my artwork is theft as I will never give anyone permission to use my artwork in their videos 👍

@holly-opal

I did have a comic in mind where Wally wakes up from a nightmare and and its sends him into a panic attack. But he doesn't react the way you describe, quite the opposite actually :0

I pictured that he has a more silent panic. Where he shakes violently, his eyes are wide an he's sweating bullets. Unable to speak all the while. Even when he starts to cry he doesn't react to the tears, they just drip down his face silently.

He ended up thinking "Its okay, you're panicking. You're just panicking" but when that doesn't calm him down he thinks "Just call Barnaby. Talk to Barnaby and he'll calm you down, go call Barnaby."

He stumbles to the phone and while its ringing, he hears the floor creak behind him he whips around and knocks the phone off the table. The crash sends him over the edge and he drops the phone to run and hide. When Barnaby picked up his phone and no one replied.. he became really worried.

You cant accidentally butt dial someone on those old phones. Someone intentionally called him and then seemed to drop the phone.. knowing Wally has been acting off lately, he couldn't shake his worry and went out to check on Wally.

When he got to the door and knocked, he heard a vase shatter in Wally's house. Barnaby burst in and found Wally in a state.. The rest is what you can imagine. He comforts Wally and stays with him the whole night. They talk about his nightmare and the sleeping problems he's been battling.. things like that :0 Barnaby is goated :)

@octonauts16

The only brain rot word that doesn't drive me crazy and that I use unironically is "sus" XDD

@spottedsplash

Awe, thank you! That's very sweet <:)) I'm glad to hear you like what I've put up! :DD

IS THAT A MOOSHROOM COW WEARING IRON ARMOR??

@captain-skyler1987

I took me way too long to notice Goku on the left side XDD

Also yes I do! :D I'm getting better at recognizing a handful of my followers :}}

@beryl-shade

I watched Caseoh play it on YouTube :0 Although the parkour style game play was fun and refreshing!.. I wasn't particularly interested in the story as a whole 😅 I just saw it as yet another mascot horror.. <:/ FNAF holds my interest in that category <XD

@caronaro-flipaclip

His theatrical tone can be a liiitle annoying sometimes. And I cant not hear Finn the human when he talks <XD

But otherwise I like his character :) I feel kind'a bad for Gingerbrave sometimes- it kind'a feels like a lot is expected of him. Everyone is constantly asking him for help and he's always the one trying to defuse any given situation. Poor guy.. <:(

@fandomcenteralral

Reminds me of cult of the lamb! I love the critter 💞💞

@milmaxtor

ME WHEN PEOPLE SAY THEY LIKE WHEN I POST XDDDD

(Referencing this post)

Yes of course! :D People took the time out of their day to interact with me, the least I can do is respond to their questions properly! <:))

Also thank you! :DDDD

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The song wasn't really my taste, but the artwork was great! :))

Welcome home got an update? :0 I had no idea! I guess that would explain the sudden influx of Poppy artwork.. 🤔

@shamelessboiledwater

XD I hope you remember sometime soon!

@minnesotamedic186

That I am! :) I've even drawn the gang before! Buster Moon is my favorite character :)

[hkthatgffan]

Kiki-Kit Situation Update

Bit of an update to this post from the other week.

Details are all in that post but as a refresher, Kiki-Kit, one of the Gravity Falls fandom's better known/longtime artists, had been taking commissions from multiple people and despite everyone paying her in full, she had yet to fulfill their comms with some waiting up to 5 years with no update. And what made it especially troubling was that she had not communicated with anyone and even blocked one person who had tried to talk about it.

I also had gotten a commission from her in February and have been waiting on it since without her responding at all to me after saying my payment went through. Well, since then we have at least one little update about this...

@foxieskullz tweeted that she has since gotten a refund from Kiki-Kit. She also sent me proof of the refund and Kiki saying she'd pay her back.

This is of course great as Foxie had been of course, waiting since 2019 for her comm that Kiki had practically ghosted her over. It is like she said, disappointing it had to end up happening this way but at least now she has gotten her money back and hopefully in some way, through word finally spreading about all this, able to put it behind and move on from this mess, albeit with perceptions of Kiki greatly changed for the worse.

Of course, this does not mean everything is all good. Kiki has not yet gotten back to me or anyone else about our commissions. I've not heard a single thing publicly or privately from Kiki about this. Neither has anyone else I mentioned in the original post and of course, people like Jolliejackdaw, who Kiki blocked, are still waiting for a response...

Not only that, but the original post I made also has led to more people coming out and mentioning their own situations with Kiki and her not fulfilling their commissions.

So, while it is good to see Kiki-Kit actually working to respond to and refund someone, it's still just the tip of the iceberg. There are many, MANY more people who are waiting for an update.

And like I said in the original post, this isn't a hit job on an artist because she's not finished a commission. This is about lack of communication or transparency from her about why she has not responded to our messages and won't listen when we've had enough and just want a refund. Kiki-Kit could have easily handled this all privately by just being better at communicating with her clients. We're all understanding and patient and would more than have been okay with waiting however long for our comms if she had let us know that properly beforehand (and yes, she did that in June but also said she'd have comms finished soon and didn't deliver then either and also never followed up with an update or even responded to anyone who DM'd her including me). Even a simple, hello would have been okay instead of all this ghosting.

I do hope she does right these wrongs. I honestly do not believe Kiki is a bad person or trying to scam people. It would be truly vile and heartbreaking if that really was the case. But you can't say she hasn't left that perception of herself on so many of us, myself included. I do believe she can still resolve all of this if she just communicates better. Make a post saying you're gonna give people who commissioned you a chance to message you (and you actually responding to them this time) and let you know if they wanna continue with it or get a refund and then commit to either giving those people a refund or fulfilling what you were paid for!

I wanna thank also everyone who shared and spread the word on the original post. Even on my end, making a post like that was difficult to do to say the least. Calling out people, especially someone as major and long time in the fandom who I respected like Kiki is not something I wanna do, ever wanted to or thought I would do. But hearing all the stories from so many people who like me, have been waiting for an update from her and haven't gotten any, really made me realize enough was enough and someone had to make this issue known to a greater set of eyes. I don't like using my platform for stuff like this but this was something that had reached a point where it was no longer showing results through the proper channels of communication Kiki had set up. If you're not gonna respond to DM's, emails and tweets from people who have paid you and you have yet to fulfill their work or even give them an update when they want you to and given you ample time to do so, then you leave us with no choice other than to go this way.

I hope you do see this, @kiki-kit. Please get in touch with us who you have taken on a commission from and please just talk to us. Please give us a chance to either get a refund or give us a solid timeline on when our commissions will be done. No one will hate you if you need to take time to finish it. But just please, stop ghosting us and actually reply to your customers when they email or DM you for an update or at most, give a reason why it may take longer. That's all.

Sincerely again,

Every person who has paid you for a commission and still has yet to hear back from you and every Gravity Falls fan who your work inspired and hopes that you make things right

[brainddeadd]

baby devil and the team finding out about matttt with however the pole ended!

Support and Shovel Talks

I'm so sorry this took so long! Life has been crazyyyy!!

I hope you enjoy !!

As the only female player on the New Jersey Devils, you had a unique role within the team. The guys didn’t just treat you as one of their own—they treated you like family, more specifically, like a little sister. And when it came to dating, they were very protective.

For weeks now, you’d been hiding your feelings for Matt Rempe from the Rangers, but keeping it a secret now that you're dating from your team felt impossible. But you trusted Nico, the Devils’ captain and the steady hand in your life. If anyone would understand, it’d be him. And maybe, just maybe, he’d help soften the blow for the rest of the team.

~~

The two of you sit down after practice, a few of the guys giving you curious glances as you pull Nico aside. But you brush it off, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach as you look up at him.

“So, I have something to tell you,” you begin, fidgeting with your water bottle.

Nico raises an eyebrow, that familiar, gentle smile on his face. “Go for it.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I… I’m dating Matt Rempe.”

For a split second, Nico’s smile freezes, and you can see the gears turning as he processes what you just said. But then he relaxes, a look of quiet understanding crossing his face. “Rempe? From the Rangers?”

You nod, trying to gauge his reaction. “Yeah. And before you say anything—yes, I know he’s from a rival team, and yes, I know this is probably crazy, but… I really like him, Nico.”

Nico chuckles softly, leaning back in his seat with a look of amusement. “You’re right, it’s a little crazy. But if he makes you happy, then that’s what matters.”

Relief floods your chest, and you break into a grin. “You’re… you’re really okay with this?”

He nods, his expression warm and genuine. “Of course I am. Just because he plays for the Rangers doesn’t mean he can’t be a good guy. And you deserve to be happy.”

You practically throw yourself at him, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Thank you, Nico. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

He laughs, patting your back. “Anytime. Just… you know I have to keep an eye out for you, right? Someone’s got to make sure he’s treating you right.”

~~

True to his word, Nico doesn’t just leave things at a friendly acceptance. A few days later, you find yourself waiting for Matt outside the Devils’ locker room after a post-practice interview. Little do you know that Nico is already a few steps ahead, seeking Matt out for a very important conversation.

Matt’s surprise is evident when he spots Nico waiting for him in the quiet hallway outside the locker rooms.

“Hey, Rempe,” Nico says, his tone even but laced with an undeniable seriousness. “Got a minute?”

Matt looks a little taken aback, but he nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Nico wastes no time getting to the point. He folds his arms, looking Matt straight in the eye. “So, I hear you’re dating our girl.”

Matt’s face softens a little, but there’s a spark of nerves in his gaze. “Yeah, I am.”

Nico nods, his expression unflinching. “Look, she means a lot to this team. She’s like a sister to all of us, and we’d do anything to protect her.” His voice grows more serious. “If you hurt her, if you break her heart, you’ll have all of us to answer to. And trust me, that’s not something you want.”

Matt doesn’t waver, holding Nico’s gaze. “I get it, and I respect that. She’s important to me, too. I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

For a moment, there’s a tense silence as Nico sizes him up, but then he gives a nod of approval. “Good. Because if you’re serious about her, then you have my support. But only if you’re serious.”

Matt offers a small smile, a spark of gratitude in his eyes. “I am. Thanks, Hisch.”

~~

When Matt finally makes his way over to you, he’s quieter than usual. You raise an eyebrow, nudging him playfully. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “Not exactly a ghost. But your captain did just give me the shovel talk.”

Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Nico gave you the shovel talk?”

Matt nods, his lips curving into a slight smirk. “Yeah. Seems like he’s pretty protective of you. He wanted to make sure I’m serious.”

You shake your head, though you can’t help the warmth that spreads through you. “That’s so embarrassing.”

Matt’s smirk softens into something more genuine. “Nah, I get it. And honestly? I kind of appreciate it. Just makes me want to take care of you even more.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you smile up at him, the weight of your secret feeling a little lighter now that Nico’s in on it.

“Well,” you say softly, threading your fingers through his, “if you can survive Nico’s shovel talk, you might be around for the long haul.”

Matt pulls you closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I’m planning on.”

And just like that, the world feels a little brighter, the future a little clearer, knowing that you’ve got Matt by your side—and Nico watching your back.

[the-apocalypse-is-upon-us]

EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS RIGHT NOW! READ IT! READ IT AGAIN! I WON'T STOP SHOWING YOU THIS UNTIL YOU UNDERSTAND! BECAUSE SOME PPLS FANDOM PORTRAYALS WOULD HAVE HAD HIM URGE HAJIME TO GO CHANGE FOR 'THE SAKE OF HOPE' OR WHATEVER! ARE YOU SEEING THIS? GET IT INTO YOUR BIG DUMB HEADS! NO MATTER HOW YOU LOOK AT IT, HE HAS NO ULTERIOR MOTIVES HERE! THIS HOW HE WOULD SIMPLY ACT IN A NON DESPAIR WORLD! ARE YOU SEING THIS? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[changingplumbob]

Silver: Wow you inhaled that

Glenn: Sorry, I was hungry. I'm kind of always hungry

Silver: Don't be sorry. I've just not had anyone be able to out eat me in a long time

Glenn: Well that's extra embarrassing considering you're like a millennium old

Silver: I'm not a millennium old

Glenn: Two millenniums?

Silver: How old do you want me to be

Glenn: Now that is a leading question

Silver: I'm less than a millennium

Glenn: Hmm, 69 decades?

Silver: *not getting the joke* Not that old even

Glenn: You must be over a century

Silver: I didn't see you asking Grayson how old he was

Glenn: It's not polite to ask a possible partner

Silver: Ah, so you'd never see me as a partner?

Glenn faltered. He really wasn't used to people being so direct. Of course he hadn't meant that. His normal flirting wheelhouse was stereotypical comments but nothing about Silver seemed stereotypical. Best defense is a good offense he supposed.

Glenn: Are you saying you don't see me as off limits having dated your brother

Silver: Why would I? He's with Clive, he's happy. Doesn't mean you have to be alone forever

Glenn: But... he's your brother

Silver: I know

Silver didn't understand what Glenn's point was. He came from a time when people often paired off with siblings if their original intended rejected them. What was the big deal?

Silver: You said Grayson didn't tell you about what happened with our pack?

Glenn: No, the production company just said he had no family left

Silver: Would you like to know

Glenn: I mean, if it's not difficult to talk about. You don't have to share if you don't want to, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable

Silver smiled. Glenn really was thoughtful even if he passed it off as no big deal. He did want to tell Glenn about it. So, taking a deep breath, he did. He told him everything but the secret he'd kept to himself. The lie he told. Glenn was a great listener, showing shock and sympathy in all the right places.

If you have not read Silver's past it can be found here.

When he finished he expected Glenn to look disappointed but the look he gave him was harder to read. Maybe he should have spent more time with people in human form in the last few decades? These days there seemed to be no such thing as keeping a straight face.

Glenn: You're amazing

Silver: What? Did you miss the part where I let my dad convince me Grayson was a traitor? Or the part where I couldn't bear to mess with the life he's created now?

Glenn: I only heard how as a kid you believed your parent. How you did your best to uphold the pack your dad was driving apart. How in the end you decided the best thing to do was walk away from a bad situation. I'm in awe of your resilience, seriously

Silver: Oh? Well... I guess that's a way of looking at it. Not the logical way mind you

Glenn: I don't put much stock on logic, I'm all about heart

Silver: Does that mean I get a cute nickname like stud muffin now

Glenn: *laughs* Wow you really did pay attention to the show

Silver: You know you're good looking. Are you surprised I paid attention when you were on the screen?

Glenn: Not really. I'm kind of insulted my abs didn't distract you so much it prevented you from hearing what I was saying

Silver: *shrugs* I have abs to

Glenn: Oh I bet you do

Glenn could almost picture them in his mind. If he leaned over he'd be able to lift up Silver's sweater to check- NO. No, not doing that. Silver was his guest, it wouldn't be right to overstep.

Silver: Ah... what were we talking about?

Glenn: No idea, I kind of got lost in your eyes there

Silver: *smiles* Since I told you about what happened with my pack don't you think you should tell me what happened with your family?

Without hesitation Glenn told Silver everything. How his family were kept as circus attractions, how his mother had enough, how a fire began and only he and his grandfather got out. About how he'd been picked on most of his life and how his confidence had grown as a necessity to survive.

Silver sat and listened. He wasn't as good as Glenn at commenting, but the spellcaster didn't seem to mind as he recounted his life for Silver, with a touch more dramatics than was necessary.

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[darnell-la]

Dark-pervy!logan and human!fem-reader when he's being pervy and caught watching her masturbating in her own room. She already has a hubby but that didnt stop logan from wanting and stealing her from her current husband. Logan being kinda a homewrecker

note: send in some more needy, nasty, pervy, dark Logan…

———

Hearing her moans made him go wild. He wanted to barge in and use her, but he couldn’t. She was married, but at times, he didn’t care. Right now was one of those times.

“F-Fuck,” y/n cried low as she pushed the dildo in and out of her cunt. Her husband was demoted to his own room last week, and since then, he hasn’t proved his worth to be back in bed with her.

Everyone in the mansion knew he was a horrible husband, but the two have known each other for so long, that they just deal with it.

Logan, on the other hand, can’t few with it. He needed y/n, and that son of a bitch was keeping her away while doing absolutely nothing either her.

“Logan!” Y/n shouted as she saw Logan look through the crack in the door. The man had lost his mind in her moans that he didn’t notice the sounds of the door creaking.

“Fuck- Shit, I was just passing by, and-“ Logan didn’t know what to say as he opened the door. “Close the door, Logan!” She shouted again, upset that anyone who walked by could see her.

“Shit, okay,” Logan said as he stepped in before closing the door. “With you outside of it- Goddamnit, Logan!” Y/n stressed as she pulled her toy out of her cunt and placed it to the side.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” Y/n asked as she covered herself. Logan had no idea what to say, all he wanted was to see her naked, but now she was covering up.

“Logan!” She shouted to get his attention. “No- What the fuck is your problem?” Logan asked back, shocking y/n. “What?” Y/n slightly whispered as he made his way over to her bed.

Y/n backed up as he grabbed her dildo, then threw it across the room. What was his problem?

“What kind of wife leaves their door unlocked while they’re masturbating? You’re a fucking slut,” Logan spat, only confusing y/n even more. “You had to open my door-“ y/n was cut off.

“You know he’s not coming back up here, yet, you had your legs spread right in front of an unlocked door. Do you know how sick that is? Are you fucking serious, y/n?”

Logan had no idea what he was on about, but he knew some of it had something to do with his feelings. Why did she need a dildo when he lived right next door? Why was her door unlocked? It's unsafe.

“Logan-“ y/n tried saying, but Logan cut her off again. “Do you know how dangerous that is? Anyone could be in this mansion right now. You think they’ll take it lightly with your pussy speed on the bed!?”

Y/n was shocked by his words, slightly understanding where he was coming from, but she shook and felt uncomfortable that he was in front of her naked and half-covered body.

“Logan, can you please leave-“ y/n tried saying, but he slammed his hands on her bed. “Ian fuckin’ leaving, Bub. You’re not gettin’ out of this without being shown how dangerous this shit is,”

Logan quickly grabbed y/n’s ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Logan!” Y/n shouted as he pinned Y/n to the bed. “Shut it, y/n. I know you need this,” Logan whispered in her ear as he tugged on his own clothes.

“He hasn’t fucked you in days, Bub. I know how much you need it so- Stop!- Stop fuckin’ movin',” Logan pushed y/n’s face into her mattress to keep her down as he stroked his cock, making sure to get fully hard before he fills y/n.

“Logan, I can’t- I can’t do this to him. I-I’ve never cheated, and-“ y/n tried saying, but Logan cut her off with a few shushing and kisses.

“It ain’t cheatin’ is you don’t belong with him, Bub,” Logan said as his cock slid across her folds. “B-But, I am,” y/n said, tears forming in her eyes, but not from how he manhandled her, but from how she felt her cunt throb.

“No, you’re not, and I think you know that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t let me be on you like this,” Bellamy breathed into her ear as she grinned against her, wanting her to understand that she was his, not her husband's.

“Tell me you want me, baby. Do it, and I’ll make you feel so much better. I know you’re hurting, but I can help. You know I can,”

“Logan, I can’t- I can’t,” y/n moved under him, but with little effort. “Stop playing around, Bub. Wanna get in you before I cum,” Logan warned the feeling of her folds made him close.

“Logan,” y/n cried low as his tip pushed at her entrance. “Baby, Ima needa to hear it sooner or later,” Logan said as he finally pushed into her. The way y/n moaned made her feel like she’s never had a cock this great. Maybe she hasn’t, but she couldn’t admit to that.

“Oh, yeah — I know it feels good. So fucking good,” Logan teased as he thrust it on her slowly. He used his free hand to grab her neck as the other still pushed her head into the mattress.

“Logan,” y/n attached her hands to both of his wrists, pulling him closer to feel his body. “F-Faster, please,” all Logan did was groan before he began his brutal hip snaps.

“Look at you, takin’ my cock with your husband just a few doors down. What would he think? — Fuck it. Who cares. You’ve always been mine,”