#DL Fan Fic

[tafferling]

Why did you butcher Lawan's personality so bad in your fic?

Wow.

I was debating if I should answer this one at all, but you know what, I have coffee and a few minutes to spare. So. Let's go.

Is this question rude? Why- why, yes it is. But I admit it isn't totally unwarranted. A lot of canon characters in my Dying Light fics aren't exactly who they were in the games.

Kyle Crane is probably the best example, because this man is not the exact same dude in my fics as the one you play as. I've dialed up his humour (to the better or the worse is up to personal taste), I've made breaking the fourth wall (addressing the reader) a hobby for him, and I've- yeah, I've given him hobbies. And a taste in music. And turned him into a Star Wars fan. Among many other things. None of that exists in a vacuum; all ends up having an effect on how I write him and leads to him saying things and doing things which the OG Crane of the game would not.

But most of those changes are somewhat superficial; I haven't changed who he is as a person because I haven't changed a lot to what leads up to his deployment in Harran.

My Dying Light 2 fic is different.

Monsters, We. does two things that have a much bigger impact on the characters than adding a hobby here and a bit of fleshed out background there might. One, it introduces a new faction, The Church, which influenced how Villedor as a whole behaves. Two, I purposefully changed key events in the lives of a bunch of characters.

Specifically Lawan, Hakon, and Frank.

Lawan: In MW, Lawan was raised by the Nightrunners, full stop. Frank, Hakon, and everyone else, they were her family. Her dads, if you will. She loses that family in the VNC tower tragedy; some to death, others to the Nightrunners splitting up, tearing what might've been left of it apart.

She blames Hakon for this, because he was the one who backed out first. And, no... they were at no point in a relationship in MW. She just hates him for getting her family killed. And, yeah, she might even want him dead.

But he's not on a hit list. She has no list. More on that in a bit.

Hakon: Hakon didn't want to die. He took one look at Frank's plan, decided it'd be suicide, and chose not to die. But rather than calling the mission off after Hakon convinced others not to go, Frank went ahead with it anyway and got nearly everyone else killed in the process.

Now. Who's fault is this?

Everyone blames Hakon, of course, which ends up getting the man shunned by not only the Fish Eye, but every other hold that is now convinced Hakon is the reason the Nightrunners are gone.

That's why he ends up joining the Church (the faction Waltz is a part of in MW). Not because anyone blackmailed him with I'll hurt Lawan (the literal child, by the way), but because no one else would have him. He couldn't have survived on his own.

Frank: Can someone please tell me how a dysfunctional drunk is able to run a place like the Fish Eye for another ten years and maintain the respect of everyone around him, keeping the place save(ish) and in his own name rather than having it taken over? Especially when he isn't an asshole who'll walk over people to be able to keep it, but supposedly A Good Guy?

That's a rhetorical question.

Yes, Frank started drinking heavily after what happened. But then he took one long look at Lawan, the child he was raising, and decided he was a better man than that. That is why he not only still owns the Fish Eye in MW, but how he managed to turn it into a reliable neutral ground. A sanctuary, if you will, which is protected by a truce all of Villedor's factions respect. Including the Church.

And that's also why Lawan doesn't have a Kill List (which she otherwise conveniently starts working on when Protagonist arrives), because Frank didn't drink her entire childhood away. She's still brash. She's impulsive. And she's maybe a bit more childish and emotionally unsteady than she was in the game, which isn't meant to be a bad thing. She's what 20, 21, in a world that is unsteady and counter productive to maturing gracefully.

No, rather than having a Kill List, she's the one person Frank trusts to get shit done around the Fish Eye. Specifically when it involves being out on the roofs or the streets, or chucking idiots down the stairs and out of the hold when they can't behave.

Does all of that mean I butchered her character? Eh. If you want to think about it that way, sure.

[jazzystudios82]

Diabolik Lovers - An Angel's Embrace short story #3: A Green-Eyed Monster♡

DL Prompt #12: Jealousy

Pairing: Karlheinz Sakamaki x Angelica Amor-Sakamaki

"There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy."

This is another entry for @yuriko-mukami's DL writing prompt.

WARNING: This short story contains a jealous Karlheinz and an implied character death.

Let me tell y'all, this took way too long to make. This was originally going to be something else, but it was taking so long for me to finish and it probably wouldn't have made sense for the prompt, so I made it into its own thing. Also, this one might be a bit short and darker then usual, so sorry in advance. . . .

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The Sakamaki Mansion. . . . .

"Oh, he's so beautiful Angie!" Christa said softly, her gloved hands gently holding Angelica and Karlheinz's baby, the six month old Akira. The pink haired woman smiled at the sight of her son and best friend being rather adorable with one another, what with Akira trying to play with Christa's pinkish-white hair strands and with her making funny noises to get him to laugh.

"That's great to hear, Christa." Angelica said. "Now can I please have my baby back?"

"Oh, yes! Of course," Christa said as she handed the babbling Akira to his mother. "Here you go."

"Thank you dear," Angelica said. As she held her son in her arms, the pink haired woman and her friend walked out of Akira's nursery, both planning to head out to the garden for tea time. Angelica and Christa hadn't really had much time together since Akira's birth, but they managed to make some time for themselves (and Akira) today.

However, while on the way, the two ran into none other than Cordelia and Richter, the first wife and younger brother of Karlheinz respectively. "Oh! I'm sorry, Christa and I didn't see you two." Angelica said, apologetic.

Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Angelica, and after glancing at Christa and Akira, said nothing as she had Richter follow her.

Normally Angelica would be annoyed with the purple haired woman and the red eyed man for ignoring her, but she decided that it wasn't worth it. She was in a good mood today, and she wasn't going to let something as ridiculous as this ruin it.

As soon as Angelica and Christa made it to the gardens, they had gone to the gazebo where they had the butlers and maids set up not only their seats, and one for Akira of course, but they also had prepared some iced tea and mini tea cakes.

After putting Akira in his little chair, Angelica and Christa had sat in their respective seats and began to talk about their respective families, and how they were both planning on visiting them soon, Angelica especially. She wanted her father, younger brothers, and other relatives to finally get the chance to meet Akira, mainly due to how many letters she had been receiving over the last few months.

One of the reasons why she had delayed having her family meet her infant son was because she and Karlheinz wanted to ensure that Akira would have been healthy enough for traveling long distances. It wasn't common for vampires, or any demon really, to get sick, but Karlheinz claimed that it didn't hurt to be careful.

It had been only an hour into their tea party was when Angelica noticed that one of Karlheinz's personal familiars had arrived, nearly startling Christa, whose back was facing him.

"Lady Angelica, Lord Karlheinz wishes to see you right away. And that you are to bring the young master with you." he said.

"R-Really? Right now?" Angelica asked. "Yes, if that is fine with you."

Angelica tried to let out a sigh as she let out an apology to her friend, even though Christa said that she didn't mind. After getting out of her seat, Angelica got Akira out of his own little chair and carried him as she followed the familiar to wherever it is that Karlheinz was at.

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Unknown Human Village. . . .

As it turned out, Karlheinz had been wanting to take both Angelica and Akira out to a nearby carnival that was going on in the nearby human village, as he'd been wanting to spend 'quality family time' with them, but hadn't been able to do so due to his work. And with the carnival ending tomorrow, he finished all of the necessary paperwork the day before.

Angelica herself wasn't really the biggest fan of carnivals due to how overcrowded and noisy they could be (and how that would affect Akira), but Karlheinz had assured her that he had been able to make a deal with the workers of the carnival to limit the number of people attending, so she wouldn't have much to worry about, which she appreciated.

So far, they had gone on a few rides, watched some performers (such as a sword swallower), ate some food from the stalls, and Karlheinz managed to win some prizes for Angelica and Akira, like stuffed animal toys and pretty accessories. Angelica thought that it would be difficult for Karlheinz to win as many prizes as he did due to her knowledge of rigged carnival games, but he was able to win with incredible ease. She just felt bad for the servants who'd have to carry all of the rewards back home.

Angelica noticed that Akira's diaper needed to be changed due to him starting to tear up and him emitting a certain stinky smell, and instead of having one of the servants take care of it, she told Karlheinz and the others that she was going to head to the nearest restroom and handle it herself.

It only took the pink haired woman a minute to change her son's diaper with a fresh one and throw the soiled one away in the trash. Akira, now feeling better, fell asleep against his mother's chest as she carried him in her arms.

'Hm. . . .where are they?' Angelica thought to herself, looking around for her husband and the servants. They didn't seem to be in the same area they were previously.

Angelica had gone to a couple of the stalls and asked the employees if they had seen Karlheinz and the others, but they had said no and apologized. However, there was one, a so called 'beast tamer' from a visiting circus from England, who told her that she saw a fancy white haired man with some servants heading to one stall that was selling jewelry.

Angelica thanked the beast tamer and used the directions the black haired woman gave her. Angelica walked around the carnival grounds to see that the human families were leaving, meaning that the carnival was closing soon.

'I need to get to them soon.' Angelica thought to herself, now starting to worry. 'It's almost close to Akira's meal time.' She also never really did well when she's by herself for a long period of time.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Angelica turned around to see a handsome youth wearing a black Men's cap, a white cotton shirt, black trousers, and black shoes. Due to his plain attire, Angelica assumed that he was a commoner, or at the very least somewhere in the middle class.

"I'm fine, I'm just trying to find someone right now." she told him, keeping her voice low so that Akira didn't wake up. "Who is it? Perhaps I've seen them around." he said, offering her his assistance. "Besides, a lovely lady like yourself shouldn't be alone when it's getting dark."

"Thank you for the concern, kind sir." Angelica said. "But I can assure you that I'm fine." She did have demon blood flowing through her veins after all. After all, what could a human do to someone like her? But she knew that she had to be careful as long as Akira was there.

"Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I left a woman unattended?" he said, causing Angelica to gently smile at the chestnut haired young man. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to you or your baby." He's a concerned one, isn't he?

"Alright, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Angelica said. The youth smiled, and listened to the directions Angelica had as he escorted her. During the walk, he asked her who she attended the carnival with, to which Angelica replied that it was her husband.

The youth seemed surprise, though he then said, "Well, I suppose that it actually isn't that surprising. Of course a beautiful woman like you is taken. It also explains the little one."

"?" Angelica was confused by what he said, and perhaps a little flustered. Is this what her brothers called. . . .flirting? Or was he just simply complimenting her? She was probably over thinking it.

Besides, why would he flirt with a married woman anyway?

"So, what kind of games have you and your husband play earlier, miss?" the youth asked, trying to start a conversation. "Well, I didn't get to play any games myself really, but my husband did win a couple of prizes for me and our son." Angelica told him.

"Oh wow!" he said, his turquoise eyes sparkling. "How many?" "Oh, uh. . . .he may have gotten me and my boy a little over twenty." she admitted, a little embarrassed.

"OVER TWENTY?!"

Angelica shushed him, as he nearly woke up Akira. "O-Oh, sorry miss! I didn't mean to." the youth said. "It's fine. Just remember to-"

"Angie? Is that you my dear?"

Angelica turned around to see Karlheinz and the familiars, causing her to let out a sigh of relief. "Karl, there you are!" The pink haired woman walked up to Karlheinz, satisfied that she was able to find him. After giving her a kiss on the forehead and taking Akira out of her tired arms, Karlheinz finally noticed the human youth who had acted as Angelica's 'attendant'.

"Angie dear, who is this. . . .fellow?" he asked, his molten gold eyes practically burning holes into the poor youth, which Angelica noticed. "This is. . . .oh dear, I'm sorry sir, I don't think I ever asked for your name." Angelica said to the chestnut haired male. "I suppose so," he said, now nervous due to a certain white haired vampire. "I-It's Simon, m-miss."

"I see, thank you. Karl, this is Simon. He's the nice young man who offered his assistance in helping find you. And please be nice to him." Angelica said, whispering the last part to him.

"I. . . .will, my dear. Especially since he was oh so nice to you and our son." Karlheinz said with a closed eyed smile.

As Angelica went to go give the youth named 'Simon' a goodbye before the carnival's end, neither one of them noticed Karlheinz's mastered fake smile ever so briefly turn into a frown. He made a mental note to have his head butler send a letter of 'thanks' to Simon later.

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Two Days Later. . . .

"As soon as Belle realized her true feelings for the Beast, she rushed back to his castle as fast as she could," Angelica said, reading a fairytale to Akira, who was laying on the carpeted floor of his nursery playing with his toys.

"However, when Belle arrived, she found that she was too late, and found the Beast laying motionless in the-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt my lady, but Lord Karlheinz wished for me to gift you this." a butler said, standing just outside Akira's room. The butler then presented a crystal glass bottle that contained what seemed to be fresh blood.

"What's the occasion for?" Angelica asked, putting a bookmark in the fairytale book she was reading to Akira from. Akira didn't seem to like the interruption to his story time, making Angelica feel a little guilty.

"His lordship has told me to inform you that even though there is no special occasion today, he wants to spend another day with you and the young master today: it'll start with a family picnic and it will be followed by a walk through the gardens. If you aren't busy today, then please go to the master's office as soon as possible."

"Oh my, that sounds rather lovely. Doesn't it Akira?" Angelica asked her son as she picked him up from the floor. Akira babbled as a response.

"I agree. We'll be there shortly, sir." Angelica told the butler.

"I see. How wonderful."

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"I must admit, this is rather lovely Karl." Angelica told Karlheinz, who had Angelica rest her head on his chest. "I'm glad you think so, pet." Karlheinz said. And his brother Richter claimed he didn't have a romantic bone in his body. The idiot.

While Karlheinz wanted to give Angelica a kiss, he noticed that she was drifting off to sleep, causing to let out a chuckle. She looked rather cute when she slept.

The vampire king took out a soft pillow from one of the picnic baskets he had the servants carry and place Angelica head on it so he was able to move freely and she could sleep comfortably.

Karlheinz noticed that Akira was chewing on something peculiar. "?" Curious, the white haired vampire picked up his son and whatever it was that he was chewing on. He was a little amused to see that it was the special dish he had the chefs make for him: a meat pie that contained a very special combination that consisted of pork, ground beef and some vegetables such as potatoes and carrots.

"I see that you have similar tastes to me, my boy." Karlheinz said, ripping off the piece of the meat pie that Akira was chewing on. Akira babbled nonsensical words as he tried to eat the pie piece. "I should probably soften it more for you," Karlheinz said. Or maybe he shouldn't have given the piece to Akira in the first place. His son was only six months old after all.

He grabbed something else from the picnic basket, bringing out some a baby bottle filled with a certain youth's blood. "Here you go, my boy." he said with his infamous smile, the bottle in his gloved hand catching the baby's attention.

Karlheinz chuckled as he watched his son drink from the bottle, as the way the pink haired baby was treating it as if it was ambrosia made in Mt. Olympus. After Akira finished, he became tired, which made Karlheinz place the baby near his mother.

Karlheinz was now getting lost in his thoughts as he drank the blood of the human male known as Simon, who made the foolish mistake of 'ogling' at his wife.

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I just want to preface that the shorts for An Angel's Embrace will be told out of order, so sorry for the confusion. And in case you're wondering, the main butler in this story is supposed to be 'Gramps', who is the butler from the anime and the Young Blood manga.

Also, sorry if Karlheinz seems out of character in this. I'm still figuring out how to write him.

[dlartistanon]

Margret walking down the street with Maria just hanging out. They pass the local convention center and a giant neon banner saying "NearlCon" front and center. With the most profitable fan work being a Male x Margret fanfiction.

Incredibly unrealistic.

Everybody knows most fanfic writers are women and the amount of fans Nearl has skew more towards women than men.

She’s a gay icon. People gossip about her love life. Who are those mysterious Sarkaz beauties she’s always with? An illicit midnight tryst with the Candle Knight? Will the Black Knight dominate her on the field and in bed?

All these and many more at your local KaziCon.

[mcybree]

man I wanna get in fh related fandom discourse but in like a quiet way where we all go around and directly share notes with one another. maybe a power point presentation is involved

[potatoesandsunshine]

trying to figure out how this courier would navigate the dlcs and it’s like. well. it’s not great is it.

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Last Friday Night - n.m

‣ nika muhl x reader!

‣ paige version of this fic

‣ wc: 1953; sorry this is so short and lowkey not that good?

‣‣ synopsis: you and nika have kept your relationship on the dl for a while now, but what happens when your inebriated selves slip up on kk’s live? pretend the ncaa's lift on cannabis for athletes happens before the start of the 23-24 season! (so sorry for the inactivity but I just got back from camp and am ready to feed y'all)

‣‣‣ a/n: so i actually thought of this fic idea when i tried a weed pen for the first time (it's legal in ca) and i passed out with half my clothes on, no fan, forgot to brush my teeth and take my makeup off, and accidentally left a small heater on in my room that ran for four hours and turned my room into a furnace before my mom came in and turned it off and woke me up to yell at me 😊!

8:42 am

To say that you and Nika were in trouble by the events of last night was a little bit of an understatement. Both of your phones were blowing up by your respective coaches, teammates, close friends, and all of your social media accounts.

As you scrolled through your tiktok, text messages, instagram tags, and just about everything else on your phone while laying next to Nika's sleeping figure in her bed, it only reaffirmed one thing in your head.

You and Nika majorly fucked up.

12:07 am; where it all went wrong

With your volleyball season and Nika's basketball season being in their respective peaks during this time of year, you had barely gotten a chance to spend time with your girlfriend alone. The two of you were either travelling for away games, at practice, in class, hanging out with your friends or teammates, or busy studying. Needless to say, you missed Nika. A lot.

Which, combined with the weed pen you were hitting periodically, loosened your inhibitions to a whole new level inside of Ted's fairly crowded bar.

It wasn't jam-packed, but there was a decent crowd of older college students for a Friday night in October, especially since Halloween was soon to be approaching in two weeks.

Normally, you and Nika weren’t big on PDA, at most you would hold hands or give small pecks around the team, considering the fact that the two of you kept your relationship very much on the down low, not so much a secret as very private. You never denied any allegations but basically never posted together on your own, unless the two of you ended up in the background of someone else’s pictures.

Social media had a lot of speculation, edits, rumors, etc, surrounding the two of you, as you had no connection to the team as a volleyball player yet still hung out with them regularly. But either way, you and Nika always just minded your own business and kept everything very hush hush. Except for tonight.

Nika was sort of sober, she had done two shots with some of the other girls while you mostly just smoked a few times, not wanting to get super high, but just enough to let the tingly sense of giggly euphoria wash over you.

Yet one thing you failed to consider when choosing weed over alcohol for tonight was the fact that it made you incredibly horny. That, combined with the fact that you and Nika hadn’t spent any time together in the last three weeks, let alone have sex, were the leading factors of tonight.

The rest of the basketball team was spread throughout the bar, some were at a table not far from the two of you, messing around on KK's live, while others were dancing, drinking, or mingling with their other friends.

Which left you and Nika alone, squished together in the corner of the bar top. You were leaning with your back against the wall, standing in between Nika's spread legs from her position facing you atop the stool. Her hands were holding onto your bare thighs, occasionally removing her left to take a small sip of her drink before dutifully returning to your legs.

"I'm just saying Niks, we could definitely sneak out without anyone noticing, everyone's too busy doing their own thing," you attempted to convince your stubborn girlfriend, sweetening the notion by rubbing your hands up and down her jean-clad thighs.

As D1 athletes, it was obvious that the two of you had toned and muscular bodies, but one of Nika's features you found most attractive were her muscular thighs she built from her time in the gym and on the court, especially the way they would wrap around your head while eating her out.

"We'll leave soon bebo don't worry. Besides," Nika leaned into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I already promised I would make up the last three weeks to you tonight yeah? What's another hour ljubavi?"

You bit your bottom lip as Nika pulled back, thudding your head on the wall behind you as your eyes trailed over the small smirk Nika held, now using her fingers to draw small circles on your thigh.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy like this Nika," you reached your right hand over to the bar top, desperate to take another hit of your pen to ease the influx of horny thoughts running through your mind.

Before you could bring the vape up to your mouth, Nika grabbed your waist and pulled you into her, and despite her sitting position, you still only had a good two inches over her.

"You're not gonna share bebo?" Her teasing eyes gleamed up at you as she licked her lips in anticipation.

You immediately knew what she meant by that, the two of you doing it all the time whenever you're smoking or vaping together (y'all have seen the watermelon pic of her and let's be frl, they're college students, it's NORMAL).

You smirked at her suggestion, leaning into her before taking a deep inhale of the weed, allowing as much of the smoke to enter your lungs as possible before using your left hand to grab Nika's jaw, pressing your open lips against hers to shotgun the smoke into her mouth.

You didn't even wait to finish exhaling all of the smoke and taking another breath before enveloping Nika's lips into yours hungrily, eagerily gripping her waist with the hand still holding the vape.

You kissed her passionately, deepening the kiss as you slipped your tongue into her mouth, the mixture of the rum and coke she was drinking earlier and the earthy taste of weed making your head spin.

You continued to make out for a few minutes, gently pulling away while tugging her bottom lip with your teeth, gazing down at her closed eyes and blissful expression.

"You finally ready to go home Niks?" You teased, licking your swollen lips at her finally needy expression.

"We're getting the fuck out of here, right now," she rushed out, flagging down the bartender to pay off her tab and the second she got her credit card in hand, interlocked her fingers with yours to drag you out of the bar.

Completely unbeknownst to the two of you, KK and her live had been at the table diagonal to you the whole time, and while her body covered the two of you behind her while sitting, the only shield you had quickly disappeared when she stood up, leaning over the table to steal some of Ice's food when it had been set down, completely exposing you to her two thousand viewers, who were no doubt screen-recording.

The camera clearly caught your lips against Nika's blowing smoke into her mouth before leaning in to kiss her, and despite the two of you being on screen for less than a minute, it was enough to cause an internet commotion.

KK's eyes scanned over the comments as she sat back down, blocking your frames as she shoved a few fries in her mouth. Her eyes widened at the sudden influx of comments about you and Nika, leaning in to figure out what was going on.

"I, what? There's no way y'all," she whispered to the table of Paige, Ice, Carol, and Jana. Paige leaned in from KK's right side, trying to figure out what had happened.

Covering the camera slightly, KK, and everyone else, turned around to witness you and Nika's little makeout session ending and the flirty whispers exchanged.

"Unfortunately tonight's live is gonna have to end here girly pops, and if you think you saw something, no you didn't!" KK exclaimed as she quickly turned off the live, the table erupting with laughter at the situation. The whole team had placed bets on how long it would take you and Nika to fumble, and half of them had just lost a hundred dollars at your shennagains.

The walk back to Nika's apartment was brief, filled with flirty touches and short pecks to tide the two of you over until you finally entered home, Nika immediately pushing you up against the front door, moving her lips down your neck and around your collarbones with gentle grazes of her teeth and soothing licks.

"Niks please, stop teasing," you breathed out, grasping Nika's hair tightly from her scalp with your hand, pulling her face up to yours to gaze down at her with a pleading expression.

"Aw, my poor bebo," she cooed, mocking your horny desperation for her, but thankfully Nika wasn't that cruel.

She led you over to her bedroom, slamming her bedroom door behind her as she pulled your shirt over your head, unfastening the bra clipped behind your back all while reconnecting your lips as she laid you down onto the bed.

You moaned into her mouth as her long fingers bunched your skirt up by your waist, rubbing gentle circles on your clit through your panties.

Before you even had the chance to ask for more, she slid the fabric to the side, running her fingers through your slick before inserting two of her fingers, curling them up into you as you let go of her lips to throw your head back, moaning loudly at her ministrations.

"Oh my god Nika, right there baby, fuck," your leg wrapped around her waist tightly as you clenched around her fingers, bucking your hips up to match her movements. Your hands making their way around her neck and back, pressing her body firmly up against yours.

Normally you wouldn't be so close to finishing within a few minutes, but the weed from earlier created a delirious fog that clouded your brain and with the way Nika's fingers were both pressing into your g-spot and rubbing your clit, your orgasm was quickly approaching.

"Fuck I'm so close Niks, please just need a little more," you whimpered into her ear, moving your lips down to nip at the sweet spot under her ear.

Her other hand responded quickly to your begs, twisting and tugging firmly at your nipple as she mindlessly muttered every dirty thought that crossed her mind, knowing how deeply her praises affected you.

"Doing so good for me bebo, always such a good girl. You gonna be my good girl and come for me? Just let go for me ljubavi."

Her words were the final thing to push you over the edge, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as you immediately arched your back into Nika, an endless string of moans and curses falling from your mouth as you let your orgasm wash over you fully.

"God Nika, I don't think I can even feel my legs right now," you giggled in her embrace as she slowly eased her fingers out of you, sucking the remnants of your orgasm off them before wrapping them around your waist, laying you over her as she laid onto her back.

"Hm, fucked you that good huh?" She smirked, using her clean(ish) hand to brush the slightly sweaty strands of hair that had fallen in front of your flushed face.

"I don't know why you're getting so cocky Mühl, haven't even had my turn with you yet," you teased, running your fingers over her stomach, tugging at the remaining fabric on her body.

"Thought you just said you can't even feel your legs bebo?"

"Good thing I don't need them to fuck you then yeah? Don't you think my fingers and mouth will be enough for you Niks," you retorted, shuffling your body down the mattress so you could finally have your way with Nika.

9:13 am

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[stayteezdreams]

I'm so glad you liked it and thank you for the feedback/response, I always love hearing what others think of their requests!

Thank you for requesting it I really enjoyed writing it! ❤️❤️❤️

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Let Me Love You

Plot: You and Wooyoung are meant to be, at least he thought so. So why are you so determined to refuse him?

Pairing: Idol!Jung Wooyoung x Make Up Artist!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Request: Wooyoung + “Why wont you let me love you?”

Requested by: @hanni-bae44

Warnings/Notes: Use of Y/n multiple times. Kissing. Angsty/Emotional for most of it.

Words: ~2.8k

"I like you Y/n, like I really, really like you."

"...I know."

"I don't think I've ever met someone so perfect for me."

"Wooyoung."

"You know we're meant to be together right?"

"I- I cant, we can't."

"What do you mean? You feel the same as me...don't you?"

"....No."

Wooyoung chest was tight as the memory replayed in his head. Your words and actions didn't match, it made no sense. It was tearing him up inside. Because he knew you liked him, you had too. If you didn't then what was everything the two of you had been through?

The hours spent together, the flirting, the stolen glances, the unspoken conversations, the moments of eye contact that lasted way too long, the dates you labelled as "hang-outs". The gentle touches both of you pretended didn't happen.

Pulling out his phone he read over the last text he sent you asking to meet up three days prior. You saw it, but hadn't replied.

Tossing his phone onto the table he let out a frustrated sigh. What was going on?

Biting the inside of his cheek he shook his head, standing and grabbing his phone again. Determined to figure out what was going on.

Your apartment was quiet as you scrolled through your phone, your mind constantly returning to Wooyoung's message. You wanted to see him, but you knew it was a bad idea. It was best to distance yourself before things got too serious.

Others at the company began getting suspicious about your relationship with Wooyoung. Any time you were together others eyed you, many giving you dirty or disappointed looks. Whispers followed you anytime you were near him.

Things were often tight-lipped at the company. If an idol was dating a staff member, other's wouldn't be allowed to say anything. But that didn't mean they always followed those rules. And a scandal was the last thing you wanted to cause for Wooyoung and the company. He would deal with the backlash and punishment from the company, and you would probably be fired, or transferred. And it would be your fault.

Wooyoung didn't seem to be bothered by the idea, by the conflict it could cause. The problems for him, or for you. So you had to be the one to deal with it, you had to be the one to protect him, by hurting the both of you. So you pushed away your feelings, and pulled away from him.

You had already started to distance yourself when Wooyoung suddenly confessed to you. It broke your heart to walk away from him, to reject his confession, when you wanted nothing more than to tell him you felt the same.

Looking at the nearby coffee table you smiled to yourself at the stack of boardgames. Wooyoung came over a few nights a week when he could, for game night. You would often spend hours playing games, sometimes the other's would come as well, turning it into a slumber party.

On the nearby mirror, polaroid photos were pinned around the edges. Many of you and your friends, many of you and Wooyoung. Everyone assumed you were best-friends. But you weren't, not really, you were something...else. Something between best-friends and lovers, but neither. An 'almost' something.

You jolted when a sudden knock echoed through your apartment. Glancing at the clock, you frowned. You hadn't ordered any food, why would someone be here at seven in the evening?

Walking to the door, you checked who was there and your heart skipped a beat. Wooyoung was standing outside your door, obviously antsy as he seemed to bounce around on his feet.

Taking a step away from the door, you brought your hand to your chest as your breathing became uneven.

He knocked again and you held your breath. You heard an audible sigh from the other side of the door.

"Y/n, open up! I know you're in there I heard you walk up to the door!"

You closed your eyes and cursed to yourself. Did he actually hear you, or was it a bluff?

He knocked again. "If you don't answer I'll stay here all night!" As his voice got louder you internally groaned, not wanting him to disturb your neighbors.

Reaching for the door, you pulled it open just as he was about to knock again. Wooyoung let out a breath as his eyes fell on you and your disgruntled face.

If he wasn't upset he would find it adorable.

Without letting you speak he walked past you and into your apartment. You closed your eyes briefly as you took in a deep breath and closed the door.

"What are you doing here Wooyoung?"

He spun around and let out a deep breath. "Why are you running from me?"

You remained silent, unsure of what to say. He let out a frustrated sigh as he began pacing.

"I don't understand how we could go from being so close and obviously interested in each other, to you distancing yourself and rejecting me as though you hate me."

You flinched at his words. You would never hate him, you could never hate him. But maybe it was best if he thought you did.

"I'm sorry I made you think I felt the same."

Wooyoung stopped and stared at you his eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

"We ar- were friends Wooyoung. If you thought I had feelings for you, you were wrong, and I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you think I felt the same as you. But I don't."

He stared at you as his face slowly dropped, making your heart ache. Shaking his head he walked up to you, setting his hands on your shoulders and staring into your eyes.

"You're lying, I know you are. I just don't understand why."

You let out a frustrated sigh, "Why come here if you aren't going to listen to anything I say?"

"Because I know you feel the same! I know it."

"You know nothing!"

He jumped at the volume of your voice, he had never heard it so loud, so angry. There were tears edging your eyes and he frowned. Why were you lying to him? You knew he could tell you were lying, but why were you being so persistent? What happened?

Pushing his hands away from you you grabbed your door handle and opened the door. "I think you should leave Wooyoung."

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when your eyes seemed to be pleading to him.

He let out a sad sigh, his own eyes burning with the threat of tears. Walking past you and out into the hall he looked back at you one more time as you closed the door, your broken voice sending him away with heartbreak.

"Don't come back here again."

Wooyoung stood outside your door for what felt like an hour, tears eventually falling as he realized he had lost you. The confusion and hurt made his chest tight with pain. What had happened? Why did he confess? Why did he ruin what you had? Why were you so determined to lie about your own feelings? Did someone say something? Someone at the company?

Eventually walking away, his heart was heavy and heartbroken, but his stubborn determination still clung on. He was not giving up, not on you, not now, not ever.

Wooyoung's eyes were following you around the room as you set up your makeup station. Everyone was preparing for a shoot and it was the first time Wooyoung had seen you in a week.

His heart ached as he watched you, refusing to even look in his direction. His heart leapt when someone told him to got to your station to get his makeup done. He shouldn't have been surprised, you were always the one to do his makeup. You were often referred to as 'his' makeup artist, even if you did the other's makeup as well.

He saw your disdained reaction before you got back to arranging the makeup. As Wooyoung sat down in your chair his eyes never left your face, watching as you refused to look at him.

Over the last week, he had heard whispers about the two of you. You hung out a lot at the company, but hadn't so much as looked at each other in a week. Everyone was wondering what had happened, but no one was willing to ask.

"Y/n." He said your name softly, noting how you paused for a second before continuing to grab products.

"Y/nnnn" his voice was a bit more whiny this time making you close your eyes and sigh.

Finally looking over at him you saw how pleading his eyes were. Why wasn't he angry with you?

"Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you have to ignore me."

Your chest tightened at his words. You hated how much you hurt him, but you needed to be resolute. You couldn't be as willing to risk his idol image as he seemed to be.

Wooyoung tilted his head slightly as you remained looking at him. He could tell you were battling your own thoughts and feelings. Before he could talk again, you cleared your throat.

"Don't talk anymore, I'm going to start."

He smiled softly as you began doing his makeup, at least you spoke to him, even if it was the politely tell him to shut up.

Your job had never felt worse as you did Wooyoung's makeup. His eyes never left your face, as he scanned your eyes and even your lips multiple times. You knew he wanted to speak, but there were too many other's around you.

You were also aware of the eyes and quiet whispers around you. You and Wooyoung were never this quiet, especially when you were together. His makeup always took the longest because of it. But this time he was the first done.

Finishing up, you set your thing's aside, "You're all done."

Wooyoung leaned closer to you, speaking softly, "Y/n."

Standing up, his voice causing goosebumps, you turned away, "I need to go clean the brushes."

Wooyoung let out a sigh as he watched you leave, he could feel Seonghwa watching him from nearby. He, along with the other's were aware of what happened, and they were just as confused as Wooyoung.

After the shoot, and with some encouragement from the others, Wooyoung walked around the company looking for you.

Finally finding you as you began to leave for the day, he took the chance to steal you away.

You let out a gasp of surprise as Wooyoung sped past you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him as he went.

"What are you doing?" You whispered with a obvious surprise as you looked around to see if anyone saw what was happening.

Entering into a stairwell no one used, Wooyoung cornered you against the door and stared you down.

"I'm not leaving this time. And I wont let you. Not until you explain to me what's going on."

"Wooyoung."

"Why did you lie?"

"Lie about what?"

"That you don't have feelings for me. I know you do, and I know you lied. I just need to know why. Tell me why you wont let me be with you."

You opened your mouth to speak, to push him away harshly, to tell him you weren't lying, but your words died on your lips.

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he caressed your cheek with his hand. "You know how I feel. You know I adore you, I'm head over heels for you. I want to be with you more than anything, so why wont you let me? Why won't you let me love you?"

Your felt your lips tremble as his words shook you. You did know those things. You knew he adored you, and you knew you adored him too. You wanted him to love you, and you wanted to love him.

You let out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes briefly, giving in, encouraging yourself to finally tell him why you rejected him.

"It's because you want to be with me more than anything that you are blind to why you can't."

He frowned and you shook your head softly.

"How could you not understand Wooyoung? It doesn't matter that I have feelings for you, or that I adore you too, that I want to be with you too. You hear it all the time Woo. Idols can't date."

Realization hit Wooyoung like a truck as he stared at your sad eyes. That was why? Because of the risk?

He lowered his head and let out a breath. Of course that was it, how could he be so stupid. Even if they didn't have a dating ban, even if you hid you were dating, if you got found out, it would still cause a scandal. It would cause issues for everyone. Him, you, the company. But you would only care about him, about what it would do to him.

Looking up, he met your eyes again. "You rejected me to protect me didn't you. Because you knew I wouldn't care about the risk?"

You remained silent but the way you avoided his eyes told him it was true.

You spoke again, your voice soft. "If we were to date we have to keep it a secret. I don't particularly care about that part, but, it would be stressful wouldn't it? Always having to hide, never getting to go out together easily. And if we got caught? You know how bad it could get. We would be ridiculed, bullied, insulted, we might even be forced apart. Is it really worth it to you?"

Even though your eyes showed your sadness, and your words your concern, Wooyoung couldn't help but smile.

Gently grabbing your face, Wooyoung leaned in, pausing briefly as he met your eyes, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath caught as you moved to push him away, but stopped short as he deepened the kiss. Closing your eyes, you found yourself gently grabbing at his arms.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. "Yes, it's worth it. Anything is worth it if I get to be with you."

His name left your mouth as a whisper, "Wooyoung."

He shook his head softly. "Y/n. You are focusing too much on the bad that could happen. Don't forget all the good things. Even if we have to remain a secret, we would still be together. We could have dates at home, or groups dates where it would look like we're just hanging out. We could find a hundred ways and reasons to be together. And if it was found out, even with all of the hate and ridicule, you know there are those who would support us, defend us, and protect us. Focus on that."

He caressed your cheek again, "I am serious about how I feel about you Y/n. I already talked to the others, I had a meeting with Hongjoong and the managers. They would be blind if they didn't see how I felt about you. Yes it might be hard, but it would be worth it if we could be together, even in secret. Because it tears me apart not being with you at all."

Wooyoung's words shook you. He had thought about it more than you gave him credit. You bit the inside of your cheek as you pressed your forehead against him.

"But what if you regret it?"

"I wont. I promise."

"You don't know that."

He cupped your face, making you look into his eyes. After he gazed at you for a few second, he leaned in, pressing another soft, quick kiss to your lips.

Pulling away he smiled softly, "Maybe I don't know for sure. But what I do know is how I feel about you now. And I know that those feelings wont go away easily. I have enough love for you now, to last a lifetime. So please Y/n, be with me. Let me love you."

You stared into his eyes for a moment, the silence between you so loud your ears were ringing. A small smile finally graced your face as you nodded slowly.

A grin spread across his face "Yeah?"

Giving in completely, your smile widened as you nodded again, "Yeah."

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around him in return. Your heart was pounding and a thousand thoughts and worries rushed through your head, but you didn't care as much about them now, they didn't scare you as much. Not now that Wooyoung understood, and was willing to protect the both of you as best as he could.

Stepping away from you, Wooyoung looked into your face with a bright smile as tears brimmed his eyes. You were sure you looked the same, as he gently cupped your face again before leaning in to kiss you once more.

The future might have it's moments of struggle, but you were confident now, that you would get through it together.

xx End xx

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[mcytshipsandmore]

LISTEN because if snowbugs is a thing in the next life series, I am going to go INSANE

I am so hyper about THEM and I just--- need them to be a thing!!

Because we had FH in 3rdL, Ranchers in DL, and snowbugs crumbs in SL, but imagine in the next one: snowbugs!!!

How would this happen? You may ask, WELL!! There are multiple factors!!!

To tease the fans. They KNOW we are insane, they know of the shoppers existence, so they'd do that.

A life bond thing, like DL, where their lifes are randomised together (let's be honest, we know it wasn't randomised. Grian chose him and Scar to be together, ect), or something similar (COUGH that one flower ranchers fic everyone has read COUGH) where they have to be together

Scott finds Tango in the wild and says 'mine' and we go mad

I LOVE THEM UGHHHH

(This isn't RPF, btw)

I completely agree. Next season Sxott just needs to drag Tango away so they can team

(also what is that one flower ranchers fic that everyone has read, asking for a friend)

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Good morning besties, I’ve been listening to this amazing podcast @literarydemerit , and I heavily recommend listening to Literary Demerit if you enjoy examining and analyzing (bad) fan fiction.

I’m currently listening to Literary Demerit specifically because the two hosts are in the middle of covering ‘Dirty Laundry’ which LOLLLLLLLL. if you were around in 2016 this will be the voltron throwback of all time. If you missed DL’s heyday, Literary Demerit offers an excellent retrospective perspective on how DL rose to fame and also the myriad reasons it exploded upon entry into the atmosphere.

I’m currently only on part 4 of a 10 episode (which is still ONGOING somehow????) deep dive into DL and so far this podcast has been a total delight. Siobhan and Kester are an excellent duo who play off each other well. Both have clearly done an intensive amount of research into DL, and Kester even apparently watched Voltron with Siobhan just to prepare for this podcast (Spotify’s Bravest Soldier fr). They offer amazing insight into both DL as a fanfiction, and also insight into what does (and does NOT) make a fic actually good. (Honestly my largest takeaway so far is that I need to stop reading fanfic and start reading real books more often.)

I am not great at listening to podcasts, but I’m really glad I put in the effort to listening to Literary Demerit :) Since we’re in a Voltron Renaissance and all, I think this is the perfect time to offer a podcast that has an ongoing series dedicated to Voltron’s most (in)famous fanfiction.

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smalletho?

1. Double Life - come on. There’s no doubt. Best season fr

2. Secret Life - that was like fan service what the hell

3. 3rd Life - They launched a missile together and everything went wrong. He came for his brand. They were in boats. We should’ve seen it all coming. Did you know the first smalletho fic on ao3 was written before DL came out and it took place in 3L?

4. Limited Life - DIVORCE

5. Last Life - how did this end up here?! I was thinking about it the whole time cuz there’s something crazy about how Joel permakilled Etho then the very next season they’re soulmates, but I guess that’s not enough to keep it out of last place!

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PLEASE LIKE CAN WE GET MORE YUURI?! AS A DL FAN I REALLY LOVE FUCKING YUURI! YUURI DESERVES BETTER HE ALSO NEEDS TO BE ON FICS

more yuuri coming right up

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🏀 Ayayui fanfic 🏀

Pairing: Ayato 🏀 and Yui 🌸

Author: Admin Irsa

Genre: Romance, Tragedy

⚠️ TW: Violence, Toxic Relationships, Forced Pregnancy, Forced Relationships, Punishment, Death, Bullying, Blood Mentioned, Abusing ⚠️

Admin's Note: Inspired by Ayato's HDB bad ending. It just came in mind. As, I said before that Ayayui used to be my fav when I started watching dl this fic was in my mind. Dropping it for some Ayayui fans out there! I hope you all will like it!

🌸Silver lining🌸

Yui trembled as she tried turning her head. It was incredibly painful for her to do such a small task. The coldness she felt in the room didn’t help either. She tried screaming, but her screams were muffled by a cloth pressed to her face. Her hands were also tied with tight ropes. She couldn’t help but cry at her luck, fate, and misery. She felt so helpless in this situation.

Ayato had gone crazy. He stopped listening to Yui and her pleas for mercy. Instead, he now only does things his way he wants. She never thought that the person she loved the most would become the person she desperately wants to escape from. You aren't scared of the person you love right? Then why does she feel scared talking to him?

She heard the door open and saw Ayato. This was the same person she loved with all her heart, but also the one who killed his whole family for no good reason. She didn't think his possessiveness could get any worse.

"Hah! Look Chichinashi I bought you food!”

Ayato came closer to Yui, who was currently tied to bed. He set the tray of food aside and reached forward to loosen her gag. But before he could get the knot unraveled, he looked her in the eyes.

"No screaming or bitting my finger! You know what punishment awaits if you do that, right?!"

Yui nodded her head weakly. She was tired of protesting, but in her heart she didn’t give up. She didn’t want to give up hope that he could change.

He needed to realize that his cruel treatment of her was wrong. He was supposed to keep her safe. How could she ever possibly be safe if he killed his own family? It certainly wasn’t a good thing in her mind.

Ayato smiled at Yui and kissed her forehead before removing the cloth from her face. With her mouth unobstructed he helped her eat. Grabbing something edible from the tray next to him, he began to force feed the imprisoned girl. He was glad that Yui did not retaliate. She ate whatever he provided without saying a word. She was mentally exhausted from this unfortunate predicament and physically worn from the restraints. Everything started to blur together…

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Ayato looked over at Yui, who quickly dozed off after her meal. She was now sleeping beside him in an awkward position. Slightly concerned, he looked at the ropes tying her to the bed post. It was clear that Yui was restless. It was impossible for her to get comfortable with tied hands. Noticing this, Ayato untied her for the bed time. She couldn’t do anything while she was asleep anyway.

Ayato didn't know why Yui was rejecting his love and affection. His logic and reasoning behind keeping her tied up made perfect sense to him. He thought of every possibility in his head… why is she sad and scared? Why would she care or be upset that he killed all his brothers? She even cried after he told her that he did it all for their love. Why is she not happy that they are together now?

These accumulating thoughts made Ayato very angry. He couldn’t believe the way she was behaving that night. Shouldn’t she be happy knowing that he loved her and was willing to prove it. He killed everyone in that mansion…except for her.

He only did it for Yui. He only keeps her locked in the mansion because he wants to protect her. Everything he does is for Yui. He was willing to display his love in a violent and brutal act. Shouldn’t that count for something? For her alone, he would kill anyone… even himself. He would give his life for her if he had to and die as well…

He glared at Yui’s face with a mad glint in his eyes.

"You belong to me. to Ore-sama, to Ayato!"

*Timeskip*

Ayato was furious to wake up and find out that Yui had disappeared from his side. She was nowhere to be found on the bed, but her impression in the mattress was still warm. With Yui not next to him, he frantically pushed himself off the bed and headed towards the bathroom door. He practically ran to the door, but when he turned the handle it wouldn’t budge. To his surprise, the door was locked. It enraged him even more to learn that Yui was being so secretive. He knew she was locked inside because he heard the toilet flush. To get to the bottom of this, he pounded the door with his fist until the hinges practically flew open. With no shame whatsoever, he entered the bathroom to invade her privacy. The first thing he saw was Yui’s frail body leaning against the counter for support. She looked very weak.

"Yui!"

Ayato made his way towards Yui and hugged her.

"A-Ayato-kun,” she whimpered.

Needing something to stable herself, Yui pushed herself off of the countertop and gripped Ayato’s shoulders. It has been a long time since he had hugged her. Ayato took her in his arms gently. She didn’t understand how or why their relationship became this toxic. It didn’t matter to her in this moment because he was being so gentle now. She cherished the sweet moments like this, which have been fewer and fewer as of late. He hugged her like she was a delicate stuffed animal. Maybe Ayato would finally come to his senses if she was patient?

Suddenly, Yui felt small inhales of breath on the top of her head. Was Ayato smelling her hair? This gave her an uneasy feeling, as if something bad was about to happen. The grip on her waist was getting tighter and tighter too… was he already back to his crazed self?

"Ayato-kun! I need to take shower... I am dirty," she pleaded.

He looked at Yui and stepped back to give her more space. With any other person, this could have been viewed as a kind gesture. However, Ayato was far from human, let alone someone kind or decent. With one swift pull, he yanked the sleeve of her dress, revealing some skin. Yui used her arms to push away his hand. Her clothes were getting ruined from the fabric being stretched.

Stunned by this reaction, Ayato used his free hand to roughly pull her hair.

"What the heck!? Are you crazy!!? You really don't learn!”

"P-ple-ease. A-Ayato-kun… stop… please! I want to take a bath alone!"

"Hahh! I told you that there’s nothing to hide. I think you should get used to me seeing you naked!"

Ayato continued to chuckle after hearing more of her desperate attempts. It only humored him. In his fit of laughter, he reached at the hem of her dress, ready to pull off another piece off. Tear after tear, her outfit is ripped to shreds. By the very end of this encounter, she is dressed in rags. Still, she tried to shield her body and cover herself. She never surrendered her decency or her will to resist… however pathetically.

"Ayato-kun, please stop!"

With this final warning, Yui gave him a hard push using all her strength. This caused him to stumble away from her. Yui hoped that this would make him finally back off, but it turned out to have the opposite effect. With seething rage, he raised his hand to hit her across the face. Yui closed her eyes and silently prayed it wouldn’t hurt that bad. But in the midst of this action, Ayato’s expression changed. His hand came to a full stop only inches away from her face. Ayato looked at Yui’s fear-struck face filled with tears. He couldn't hit her. He just couldn’t… but why? Is she really that scared of him? He loved her too much! With a twinge of regret, his hand came back to his side.

"Fuck it!!"

In the next few moments, Ayato stormed out of the bathroom. Yui was relieved that he left. Once she knew he was far enough away, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. At this point, she knew holding in her emotions any longer wouldn’t happen. She slumped to the bathroom floor and cried out to her heart’s content. She was scared of Ayato. Why was he still forcing her to do things she doesn't want to do?

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Yui laid in bed and stared at the ceiling above her. She wanted to fall asleep but the grip on her waist didn’t allow it. With this, she sighed and stayed as still as humanly possible. This didn’t stop the vampire from touching her though, it wasn’t long before she felt a hand creeping up her inner thigh. The hand rested and caressed her thigh for a few seconds until it continued to move upwards, stopping at her breast.

Suddenly, Ayato flipped Yui over by the shoulders and kissed her neck. His sharp fangs sank into her skin. Blood immediately started dripping out of the wound and this made Yui feel very faint. In an instant, he climbed on top of her and started taking his clothes off. After he was finished with himself, he undressed the small girl beneath him too.

"Ayato-kun."

"Yes?" he replied while leaving a hickey at her collarbone.

"Whatever you are doing is wrong! This is wrong!" Yui said as she felt tears in her eyes.

"Shut it! I am so over it! Say one more thing and you will regret your words, I swear!”

Feeling it now inside her, Yui felt so much pain and couldn't hold the moan. Ayato continued his movement....

*Timeskip*

Yui emptied all the contents of her stomach. Her stomach hurt so much and she was certain it was because she was being starved. Ayato had been giving her less food for being disobedient.

Feeling nauseous again, she vomited over and over agin. After all was said and done, she slumped down to the floor. She felt very weak and her vision was blurry. It didn’t matter how hard she tried either, she couldn’t lift herself up or do anything.

When the bathroom door opened, Yui quietly observed Ayato with his usual maddening expression. When he noticed Yui helpless on the floor he picked her up and placed her on the bed.

"I will get you some food!" He said as he made his way towards door.

"Food won't help, Ayato-kun! I need to see a doctor because I am not feeling well… "

He turned to Yui in a fit of anger once again.

"Like Hell! I won’t let you out again. I think you are forgetting that this was the reason for your punishment!"

"Ayato kun… please... I am not lying. I’m really not okay!”

"Stop making excuses! I am over it! You are staying with me whether you like it or not! You are mine and only mine, so get this thing in your thick skull if you want to live peacefully!"

With this final remark he turned and left the room. Yui gripped her stomach because she felt the sharp pain again. Tears pricked her eyes when it finally dawned on her that this was reality. An unbearable and inhumane reality…

What did she do to deserve this kind of treatment? Ayato should be listening to her because—

Her eyes widened when she noticed a wet spot forming between her thighs.

“It can’t be…”

Other words formed in her head but nothing else escaped her lips from the state of shock. In a panic, Yui whipped her head to the right to look at the calendar on her desk. Her eyes scrolled row after row for a certain date. Looking down again, she continued to choke back tears.

She was sure that the baby inside her belly was going to die.

This realization hurt her more than anything she had ever experienced. She wanted to be a mother, but not like this. She wanted it to happen under different circumstances under her own free will. As her eyelids became heavier and heavier, she looked down at the pool of blood. The scarlet red blood clashing against the white bedspread made for a messy scene. It was a mess and she was a mess. Her clothing was still disheveled and since Ayato kept her from taking a shower she was filthy. The pain was too much and the room was spinning. Yui clawed and gripped at the bedsheets to distract her mind. What was she going to do? Although it was incredibly painful, Yui was at least grateful that it kept her awake. She needed to stay awake for the sake of her baby. A dozen different ideas transcended her mind on how to escape this terrible situation. She didn’t want to die like this. Could she call out to Ayato or would it not even matter?

She couldn’t do anything to save her own baby.

As if her prayer had been answered, Ayato stormed into the room. Yui was covered in blood and laying on the mattress, but anything Ayato did was of no use. It was too late. Yui took her last breath as Ayato dropped to his knees in agony and grief. He felt like throwing up. He wanted to scream and curse at the world.

He looked at Yui’s face and felt like his heart was breaking and twisting inside his chest. The only thing he could do was hold her in his arms. Her body was still warm, but there was no life in her eyes.

"Yui! Wake up! Please… look..... I’m sorry. I promise I will listen to you… and be the person you want me to be. My love… please stop… wake up."

He shook her violently and slapped her face repeatedly to wake her up. No matter what he did, she entered her eternal slumber. Never to wake again.

Silence goes by and Ayato stares at her limp body. Something about it was kind of ironic…maybe hysterical?

"Hahaa...Ahaahaa.. AHA"

Ayato’s laughter echoed through the empty mansion.

His brothers are gone, sure, but Yui was the only person he was living for. Now he is left all alone. He couldn't help but laugh at his misery and bad luck.

"Hahhh... I love you Yui" he said as he cradled her lifeless body close to his chest.

[spoppet]

i'll admit i don't understand something about the fan presence arkane has as a member thereof: the disparity in fanworks and cultural presence compared to their other releases. compared to prey, and deathloop (i'm not going to even bother with the other one), it puzzles me a whole lot.

dishonored is almost 11 years old as I'm writing this, and while dh2 is newer they're both a bit aged in terms of fandom lifetimes. this is not a criticism, to be clear — age and quality are not causative, and many of my favorite things are older than i am. that said, it's odd to me that it still gets regular art, fics, posts about it, etc when the stuff for prey and deathloop seem to have dried up (save a few intrepid souls persisting, some of whom i am lucky enough to be personal friends with, whose work i adore, y'all know who you are). to me, prey in particular has just as much to chew on, just as much impact, and just as much of... all the things that make arkane games special as dishonored does, and yet there's a marked difference in how much presence each has in the present in discussion and creative works. for deathloop it's even starker, though i suspect the more linear, pared-down world and experience in that game plays a role.

again this is not a condemnation or complaint, i love dishonored and i am very glad there seems to be a steady stream of people discovering and falling in love with it, or returning to it, or having never left it. it's nice that it keeps space in the mind like that, and it holds a place in my heart and has since i visited its display at PAX 12 prior to release. however with that said, it leaves me wondering: why don't its younger siblings, and why is the disparity so apparent? what is it about dishonored (and its fanbase) that differs so greatly in impact? i'm aware there's some overlap - i love DH, Prey, and DL all at once myself - but it's a real headscratcher regardless.

thoughts and comments welcome, perhaps someone sees what i've missed. ultimately i just wish they all got about as much continual love as dishonored does, not that dishonored got less.

[outsidersweek]

Fandom Glossary Part 2

Part 1 here. Most of these terms can be found on Fanlore

Squick: a type of fanwork that makes you viscerally uncomfortable. This is not a judgement but a preference, ex: "ABO squicks me so I don't read it."

OOC: "Out of character", when a fanwork has a character think, act, behave in a way that is in contrast to how they are in canon. AKA, "He would not fucking say that". Ex, a fic that has Sodapop acts very low-energy and mean.

OC: "Original Character" a character that a fan has made up that does not appear in the source material. ex, "This is my OC Lou who is a mean old greaser!"

Fluff: A fanwork that is pleasant and feel-good. Generally the opposite of Angst.

Angst: A fanwork that is generally darker in tone or content. Characters will probably suffer in some way. Generally the opposite of Fluff.

Darkfic: Similar to angst, darkfic fanwork that deals with graphic or disturbing material. It is usually more intense than angst. This type of fic will not be allowed during Outsiders Week.

Retcon: Short for "retroactive continuity", later canon material that replaces previously established canon. Ex, That Was Then This Is Now retcons that there are lots of hippies in Tulsa, when they were not mentioned in The Outsiders

DL;DR: short for "Don't Like, Don't Read". The idea that if you see fanwork you don't think you'll like, you shouldn't engage with it.

YMMV: short for "Your mileage may vary". Similar to squick and dl;dr, the idea that everyone has different tastes when it comes to fanwork, so what someone else loves you just may not like.

Trigger Warning: also called a "content warning", it is a warning a creator puts on a work to let readers know the work involves content that may be upsetting or disturbing to them. It is generally considered polite to add trigger warnings. Ex, "TW: drug use"

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat: also referred to as "Dead Dove" or "DD:DNE" a fanfiction that involves especially dark or "problematic" topics, such as abuse, incest, rape, etc. Can be a type of darkfic. A Dead Dove fic may not condemn or subvert the tropes it uses. "Dead Dove" is also a type of trigger warning used to mean "this fic is clearly labeled and warned for, so you know what you're getting into if you choose to open it." This type of fic will not be allowed during Outsiders Week.