#I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW HE WOULD NEVER DO THISSSS... FUCK YOU I OWN RUSTY VENTURE NOW!!! AND I SAY HE WOULDDDDDDD!!

[pnutsdotorg]

put him in a shirt. put him in a skirt

[ssparksflyy]

percy x zeus!gf hcs pls!!! and could i request it to be more on the funny side and how percy and zeus have beef but also get along cuz of gf

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

percy jackson dating hcs ! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of zeus!reader warning(s): little bit of swearing an: hi! ty for requesting <3 im literally not even funny but i hope u enjoy thissss! also theres a lotta taylor in this one 🤭

BIG REPUTATION BIG REPUTATION OHHH YOU AND ME WE GOT BIG REPUTATIONS AHHH

it doesnt matter if youre a social butterfly or antisocial, everybody knew you and percy before you even started dating

so best believe when you actually got together, everybody ( literally ) cheered

but your flirting era had to be on of the most painful things to watch

seriously doesnt matter if you got game or not, percy is literally oblivious and a LOSERRRRR

im so sorry but somebody had to say it

bro had THE BIGGEST crush on you and whenever he'd try to like compliment you itd usually sound a little weird

tell me why he'd probably say something like

"i like your outfit today! that shirt for sure looks better with those jeans than it did with the shorts you wore 2 weeks ago :)"

lil creep

cue silena crying in the corner because she made a bet with beckendorf and it is NOT looking good for her right now

WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE.

you guys are iconic

like well-known power couple

I'D be scared to train with you guys cause like what do you MEAN i gotta go against the best swordsmen at camp and the daughter of the king of the gods??

no thank you, i choose life ♡

when people are asked to think of a couple, they immediately think of you guys

everybody loves you guys for real

if you ever broke up ( which you wont, percy would probably just say "no" ) itd probably leave everybody super torn

ITD BE LIKE IN GILMORE GIRLS WHEN LORELAI AND LUKE BROKE UP AND THE WHOLE TOWN LIKE TOOK SIDES

if you havent watched gilmore girls, that basically sums the situation up. lorelai is literally like the town's sweetheart and luke is the owner of the most popular diner in their small town ♡ very cutesy

so sorry for the spoiler

SALLY LOVESSS YOU

she's literally so sweet and treats you as if you were her own child

she'd definitely bake cookies when you first meet and if you liked them, you best believe you are being sent back to camp with a baggie full of cookies

cant love you as much as percy does though !!

youre literally his queen

( sorry i say literally a lot )

he treats you like royaltyyyyy

always opening doors for you, walks you everywhere, follows the sidewalk rule, everything ♡

when its raining, he picks you up bridal style and takes you wherever you need to go, so you dont get your shoes wet ♡♡

yall literally live in the rain tho

neither of you leave your cabin with an umbrella, the rain just gives you life

AND I DONT KNOW WHY BUT WITH YOU ID DANCE IN A STORM IN MY BEST DRESS FEARLESS

one time, you went out for a fancy dinner, got dressed up all nice very fancy very fancy

BUT you BOTH forgot to check the weather

and it ended up POURING rain by the time you got out of the restaurant

and i kid you not

percy just grabs you by the hand, leads you out into the rain, and begins to dance with you.

no coverage, no music, no fucks given. just him and his girl.

he treasures that moment forever and ever

all the gods looked down at you from olympus and melted

neither of you care if you're disrespecting your fathers, you spend almost every night together ♡

percy is absolutely a big cuddler

literally just adores the feeling of you close to him

oh lord save him his drug is his baby he'll be using for the rest of his life

falling asleep together is so easy, you just melt into each other's touch

waking up is what's harder

neither of you want to leave the bed, and neither of you want the other person to leave the bed either.

percy's the typa guy to just have a sweet little conversation with you before he gets up for the day

you always get a good morning ( and a good night! ), then percy asks you what's on your schedule for the day ( as if he hasn't memorized it by now ), and what you wanted for breakfast that morning

he simply cannot get up without it

he's also the type of guy to just whisper sweet nothings into your ear if he wakes up before you ♡

he just goes on a little ramble about how pretty you look when your sleeping, even though you are sleeping while he's 'talking' to you

sorry where was i?

ZEUS.

the bastrard HATES percy and percy HATES the bastard

theyve literally been beefing since he was 12 years old

so best believe when zeus found out his daughter was dating this son of poseidon??? oo he was PISSEDDD.

poseidon is literally so chill with you. like he just cares that percy is happy. seriously doesn't care about who your dad is. if anything, he already sees you as family

zeus holds back everything in him to not kill percy on the spot every time you make out

he doesn't do it because he knows you'd probably walk to the underworld to get him back and hades would go feral if he got another orpheus & eurydice

percy gives zero fucks. he flips off the sky every time he walks outside

percy is so sweet and caring and kind and shows your father such respect like hes literally an angel 😇😇

i wouldn't say that he starts like actually respecting him, but he tries not to offend him as often as usual, just for you ♡

in the scenario that you'd have to make a trip to olympus, percy and zeus put on their big boy pants and try to tolerate each other

hera dont like you or percy bro she's literally just there

its okay though, you both despise her for kidnapping percy and wiping his memory ♡♡♡

JASON AND THALIA HOWEVER

thalia would definitely be the dramatic dad that zeus cant be (in person, at least)

whenever she and the hunters stay at camp she ( jokingly ) tells percy

"jackson, i want her home by NINE PEE EM. no later. i expect you won't be drinking, and you will be TAKING CARE OF HER. in the instance that i hear you DONT, i think you'll be taking a second trip across the river styx, you hear me?"

in like an sergeant voice and everything

percy plays along with it and salutes her going "yes ma'am!"

jason thinks you are so cute together

since you were at camp when the whole switcheroo thing happened, jason knew you first, and you were instantly best buddies

you told him about percy, and once he met him, he was happy to find out he was exactly like you described him

jason and thalia are ur #1 supporters ♡

in summary, alexa play that should be me

[jujutsukatsuki]

i’ve been waiting to see someone write thissss! (i think ur taking requests??)

the scene when alastor threatens husk!

the idea is reader (gn!) is there to comfort husk but he brushes them off, kinda like a hurt/comfort thing!

Okay I'm a little rusty but i got this! i wanted to do this as a Alastor x Reader but Reader is friends with Husker! I would like to add that I DO NOT SUPPORT VIV OR THEIR ACTIONS!

"This whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven..." Charlie rambles on to her estranged father Lucifer, Vaggie follows on the other side of the short demon king and the princess of Hell. You followed behind them with Alastor, tall dark and creepy as he had been described by Mimzy moments before the group walked down the hallway.

"Hey Boss... can i have a word?" Alastor turns his head before his body, you hate when he does that, the sickling crack his neck makes. You turn to face the gambling demon cat, also known as your best friend in the hotel. You loved Husk, he was everything to you. "what is it?" Alastor's sickling smile never faulters, you're convinced he'd never drop the smile for people who weren't you. He was always sweet on you, even if on the outside it didn't look like he was. "You and i both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'. That bitch is trouble and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?" Alastor smirks and leans in towards the furball, you chew your lip, ready to jump between the two something you've done a few times before. "Its nothing i cant handle, don't worry Husker!" Alastor turns, arms crossed behind his back with his cane in hand, you look between Husk and Alastor. Husk looks angry that Alastor isn't listening. Husk looks to you and gives you an almost pleading look. If anyone could reason with the radio demon, it would be you. "Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor lets out a small hum as he starts to walk away. "I mean... you've been gone a while and its not like anybody knows why." "They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it!" Alastor turns and pets husk on the head, something he absolutely hates. Husk lets out a loud growl as him and Alastor are nose to nose. The next few moments are a blur to you once husk mentions Alastor's metaphorical leash. The lights flicker, the room glitches with Alastor's power, your skin runs cold and you see the green leash snap around Husk's neck as he's thrown to the floor. "enough!" You yell, your hair standing on edge, eyes staring daggers into Alastor, your eye twitches with annoyance as you grab Alastor's arm and rip him away from Husk. "Now now sweet-" Alastor tries to calm you down, husk is shaking on the floor from the encounter. "No! This is enough Alastor, go find Charlie and Lucifer. Now!" You snap and point to where the group had gone. You never snapped at him, never even raised your voice. But right now, there was smoke coming out of your ears with how upset you were. Angry tears threatening to spill as you hold your stance. The green leash fades away and Alastor marches off without another word. "You okay?" You help Husk up who shakes you off with a tsk. "I don't need your pity, I'm fine." Husk grumbles and retreats to the bar downstairs. "Husk, please." You try and catch up with him. "What!" He turns and snaps.

"I don't need you playing the role of my parent! i can take care of myself, that's all ill ever need. Myself and what ever alcohol i can get my hands on." His voice is heavy, you know this is his mask. The one he puts on when something really bothers him and doesn't want to talk about it. You pull him into a hug and gently rub his back, you can feel his body tense, his wings are stiff before he slowly relaxes under your touch, his wings gently folding around the two of you. "I know Husker." You say gently, fingers combing his fur. "But I'm always here, you don't have to do it all on your own. I got you too. Family and losers and what not." You hum as the two of you pull away. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say." Husk smirks as he waves his hand, you know he understands what you're saying and what you mean is true, but the little bit of ego he had left doesn't let him fully show it. You and Husk reach the bar just as the building starts to shake due to some loan sharks trying to get in to look for Mimzy. The building catches fire, as they throw some Molotov cocktails through the windows. You gasp as you see some of the glass coming for you but i certain red demon pulls you from harms way. "I suppose i need to remind everyone why I'm here!" Alastor grins as he goes into his demon mode, you close your eyes, you hate seeing him in his giant demon mode. Once he's outside, you start helping Husk clean the building up.

"Darling, you alright?" Alastor comes back in to check on you

"Peachy." You snarl, still upset about earlier. Now even more upset due to Mimzy and her drama hurting the one place you loved.

Alastor straightens his suit before he forces Mimzy to leave, seeing as she was hurting the hotel and his beloved. You ignore the conversation as you sweep up glass. You feel a certain hand on your shoulder, you turn to look at Husk.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have made that comment. Don't let me get between the two of you." "I just don't like how he treats you." "Its okay, its my deal to take care of, not yours."

You let out a deflated sigh before turning to see Alastor who was waving around his cane to start fixing the hotel once again.

"Ali-" You say softly using the nickname he adored, it was simple but sounded amazing rolling off your lips.

"Yes darling?" He cuts you off as he grabs your hand and pulls you into him. You cant help but smile gently before grabbing his bowtie and yanking him down to be face to face with you.

"You ever hurt my Husky like that and i will make sure its your screams broadcasting on the radio. Understood?" You hiss and stare in his red eyes.

"Yes beloved." He nodded.

"Good." You nod back before going back to continuing to clean up the hotel lobby.

Sure life in the hotel wasn't the best, but it was your life none the less.

i hope this was good! its been a while since i wrote something!

[kumezyzo]

p2 of the enemies to lovers pls!!

very fun pt.2 to thissss.... i rambled about their minecraft world cause its kinda cute and builds on their relationship a bit.

i know someone else asked for pt.2 but i could only find this one. so, im sorry it took soooo long to write.

i really hope you enjoy! or dont... :)    m.list

having to share a minecraft house with sapnap made you realize what kind of person he actually was. he was just a six year old in a 22 year old body.

"I want my bed over hereeeeee," he whined, picking it up and moving it to the other side of the room.

it just so happened that one of the next requests from your viewers was to have your beds next to eachother. you two debated pretending like you never saw it, but the next day, it was the top comment on both of your perspectives.

or (when you first started your world)

"what colour do you want your boots?" he asked you as he died his own leather boots orange. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion for a second, looking at your camera strangley.

"what do you mean?" you asked, crafting another pickaxe.

"your leather boots?" he asked, pausing to wait for your answer. "fuck it, youre getting the plain brown."

"okay?"

but you also started to realise how much differently he truly was from when you met him.

"yn, i have a suprise for you," he announced, smiling as he grabbed the item out of his chest. "where are you?"

"chest room," you replied, completely expecting to get thrown dirt or some garbage he didnt want in his inventory.

"close your eyes," he instructed.

"no,"

"okay whatever," he sighed and threw you a notch apple. you silently let your character pick it up before you opened your inventory in disbelief.

"where did you get this?" you asked him, reading the item title over and over.

"in the desert temple," he told you simply, waiting for a 'thank you'.

you were silent for a moment, "youre telling me.... you've had this... for 15 EPISODES???"

and you two started having normal conversations. texting stopped being you two asking for face cam perspectives or gameplay. you actually started forming inside jokes, laughing with eachother instead of at the expense of eachother.

your viewers started to notice as well. you two weren't in a visibly bad mood around eachother anymore. it was refreshing. in the later videos of your series together, you're smiling through half of it, laughing together, and talking kindly to eachother.

people even started making edits of your relationship. it would be of your first interaction, swearing at each other, then fading into your side by side face cams laughing and celebrating over beating the wither.

the friends in your circle started teasing you about how your life was becoming a little fanfiction. every time you would be streaming irl, you would happen to get a text from someone that made you smile at your phone.

"oooh, yn, who are you texting?" your friend teased, seeing you type on your phone excitedly. you look up at the camera and ignore your friend, finishing the text you were sending.

"does it start with s and rhyme with snap map?" your other friend teases.

"shut the fuck up," you roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile.

when dream and george saw the clip, they were hanging out with sapnap. and a similar situation occurred with them

"was this you?" george asked, giggling. the man in question looked up from his phone and watched the clip silently. the smile on your face was contagious. and he hoped it really was him that made you react like that.

"wait, let me see," dream said, pulling georges wrist toward him to see the phone. "looks like she might be dating someone."

"yeah... definitely not me..."

then you both realized you had feelings for each other. it was a harsh realization. but it was one that made you like imagining you two together. for sap, he knew it was coming. he just knew you would never be able to leave his mind. if a childlike crush didn't manifest from it, he would have known something was wrong with him.

sap started getting the feeling that you liked him too. he can't see all those clips and edits and think you didn't like him too. but he was afraid to shoot his shot, just in case you didn't feel that strongly yet.

"hey, what do you think about coming down to florida?" he asked you when you two were on a discord call and fixing up some building in your minecraft world.

"like... to visit you?" you asked, feeling excited by the invitation.

"well- i mean- if you want," he tried to sound nonchalant, but his stammering gave it away.

"if you really want me to... im sure the viewers would really like that, too..."

when he goes to pick you up from the airport, dream comes with him. and the entire drive there, he's considering hugging you or just shaking your hand.

"do i hug her?"

"yeah, if you think you're that close now."

"i dont know if she thinks so."

"I'll hug her first, and then you hug her?"

"what if i just shake her hand?"

the silence that fell over them was sickening. dream turned to sap slowly and laughed.

"dont fucking do that, dude."

and he hugged you after dream did. it was warm, and it gave you both such intense butterflies. it was a hug that you also never really thought would happen. you thought back to the first time you met im person when you refused to even look at him, let alone stand next to him.

dream thought it was adorable, seeing you guys laugh on the way back to their house. he happily sat in the backseat and let you two interact.

he took a picture of your backlit figures in the front seat, neither of your features visible. he thinks about not posting it for half a second before he puts it up on snapchat with "👀👀" as the caption.

everyone slowly lost their minds trying to figure out who they were looking at. most people assumed it was you with sap. he's not hard to miss. but it was even more shocking that you'd be there. so others assumed it was his secret girlfriend.

you two honestly didn't mind that dream posted the picture. it was fun when you two posted a dumb video announcing that you were in florida. it started with small subtle hints.

the first video started with you laying on their couch and patches laying on your chest.

"she's purring!" you coo softly, feeling your heart meltm

then it was of you talking about absolutely nothing while you walked around the parts of the house people had seen before.

"british people are so weird, you know? like, i was talking to one today. and he was just shitting on americans. but he lives here. so i obviously had to fist fight him. i won, obviously. and stole his sock to give to a house elf."

the last video was of sapnap finding you in his office, using his pc to play snake.

"i think george is in my office again," he said from behind the camera. he opened the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw you with a concentrated look on your face. "HEY!" the video cut with you looking up in pure fear.

all of those videos were posted to your account hours apart from each other, and your views felt like it was a slow coordinated attack to make them slowly go insane. with the first video, people were sure if it was patches. the second video made them believe it more so and they started going crazy. then the last video was the icing on the cake. it was filmed on your phone and posted to your accounts.

then, you had to stream together. and that was the definition of chaos.

"yn, move over."

"no?"

"youre sleeping outside then."

"what the fuck-"

'what's one thing you guys like about each other?' a donation read out.

you two sat there for a second, thinking. "hes..." you grimaced, trying to think of something

"she... is funny?" he said painfully.

"wait, i am funny," you said defensively.

"its pure crickets when you speak."

"okay-"

"wait, im you now," you said, laughing as you put on his headphones.

"you look nothing like me," he said, deadpanned.

"oh wait," you took them off again and ran out of the room. sap sat there completely confused before you came back in wearing his beige killua hoodie. then you put the headphones back on.

"you still dont-"

"what the fuck is this music?" you ask in complete horror from the sound coming from his headphones.

"is there something playing?" he asked, clicking his mouse around to find his spotify window.

"oh my god, is this cbat?"

"no, shut the fuck up, sage"

'i thought your name was actually sage?'

you both sat there in silence before laughing loudly.

"no he was just an ass."

"and you were just a bitch."

all you have to know is that a lot of edits and ship content came from that stream. and the future streams you did with the other two. and people loved that you were hanging out with the dream team now.

the longer you spent time together in person, the more you just wanted to be around each other he remembered being afraid to hug you, but now you were sitting next to each other on the couch watching movies alone.

it was a strange dynamic neither of you chose to acknowledge purely out of fear. but then it was hard not want to cuddle during movies or occasionally hold hands if you're walking together. so sap works up the courage to finally do something about it.

you're both once again, sitting in his room, on his bed, watching some random movie you found on hulu. you're resting your head on his shoulder, only really paying attention to how he's so close to you.

you look over when he sighs heavily. he looks down at you and, without thinking, leans down to kiss you. you sigh softly, feeling your heart soar. your reaction is almost immediate, and it gives sap the incentive to keep going.

when you pull away, you're looking at eachother with droopy eyes. your heavy breath hitting eachothers faces.

"i really like you, yn" he whispers quietly between breaths, looking down at your lips briefly.

you smirk, trying to catch your breath as well. "really?" you say before you lean back in, placing your lips on his.

i feel like there wasn't enough building onto them liking each other, but whatever. -nony

[nuchester]

i NEEEED daron malakian headcanonsNOW 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

RAHHHH IVE BEEN MEANING TO WRITE FOR HIM FOR SO LONG 😻😻

Here are some Daron Malakian hc’s!

SFW 😋

- he definitely always wants you at every single one of his shows. He likes knowing you’re there supporting him

- he doesn’t gaf what the other boys think, he’ll always bring you on tours with them

- sharing a bunk with him in a tour bus 🤭

- young Daron would LOVE listening to his own music, always turning up the volume on the stereo when a system song comes on

- current Daron (since I think he’s shied down a little), would hate hearing his voice in recordings. He’d always blush and get all shy if you’re listening to a system/scars song with him there

- if you were to go into the living room while he’s watching an oilers game, you’d be trapped for at least an hour by him explaining every single thing about hockey to you

- AHH imagine getting an oilers jersey with his last name on it and seeing how flustered he looks 😍😍

- we know that young Daron was a jerk (obviously as a joke but still), but he’d always be extra extra careful with the jokes he makes with you. He would never wanna accidentally hurt your feelings

- the RANTS this man would go on about Armenia (and politics in general)

- I think as he got older he also got a little more insecure, so any praise from you is very very appreciated

- it’s no shocker he likes taller women, so any time you wear heels (or if you’re taller than 5’7), he’d be blushing so hard

NSFW 😋

- young Daron was probably freaky af

- VERY dominant I have no doubt

- current Daron probably calmed down. I wouldn’t say he’s vanilla, but definitely appreciates the romantic and emotional side of sex way more than he did before

- when I think of Daron, I think 6 inches, maybe 6 and a half 😋

- no matter what era, man NEEDS music to fuck. You two would probably have a looooongggg shared playlist of songs 🫣

- hair pulling? I think he’d love doing it and receiving it

- like I said before, current Daron would LOVE the closeness of sex. He would love any position where he can look at you and be close to you

- young Daron would love any position where he’s on top and in control, i.e doggy, missionary, etc

- current daron would probably prefer having you on top. He would looove watching you, your facial expressions, your body language, all of it

- like most of the people I’ve written for, aftercare wasn’t a strong point for Daron earlier on

- after 2008, i think he would’ve started to realize how important it is, and his goal would be trying to master it

I can’t do thissss i NEED him 😫😭

I hope whoever reads this enjoys it, because I got butterflies just thinking of ideas

[dira333]

Hellooooo! I come with an angsty idea for the plotbunny game!

Haikyuu this time. Reader is seijoh’s manager and resident “mama” for the team. She’s the same age as the Seijoh 4 so she’s the plus one. Gets along swimmingly with everybody on the team. Thinking about Matsukawa falling for her silently with Makki trying to bridge the two together and they eventually end up being in a relationship before they graduate highschool. Whenever they’re together they always end up being mistaken as cousins or really close friends. They like goofing around a lot + Makki’s always tailing them 🥹 They both get a dingy 1 room apartment in college all the way to adulthood. Of course, Makki gets a slice of the cake too. He has his own little spot in the apartment to come back to sometimes.

Now, Matsukawa’s a funeral guy, right? He applied for the first job offering he saw so he really never fully wanted it. He had to take it though. I read they’re always on call for funeral stuff so he rarely gets to spend time with her. She ends up doing all the housework, ends up cooking and always setting aside a portion for Mattsun only to find it uneaten with Mattsun knocked out on the couch; Makki comes along to munch on the leftovers so nothing’s fully lost, I guess.

With the heightened stress and their ever changing environment, they get into fights; more often than they normally should. If anything, they never really argued before. They end up (reluctantly) breaking up with each other. Mattsun moves out. Makki stays with reader to keep her company. He realizes she needs him more than Mattsun needs her atp.

just UGHDJDJDJ I’m struggling to figure out the ending. Fluff? Angst? Do they get back together? I hope they do. Would Makki mend them back together after a few years apart like how he did back in highschool? Super Makki to the rescue!

(Apologies for the length ;~; I just love the idea of Makki being the glue and Mattsun clumsily navigating his rapidly changing young adult life with the reader struggling to keep up. It’s realistic and heart wrenching to me. I love your work!!!!! I read your Daishou fic just now and made me Feel Things. I see him in a new light.)

- 🫀

Angsty Mattsun anon here! That was a little diddle me and my best friend thought of (and keep thinking of TO THIS DAY) a few years ago lol I’m glad you liked it!!! We are ready to cry all over again if you decide to go with it!!!! A detail I didn’t add was mattsun was taking cooking classes in his free time without telling reader about it. He wanted to surprise her because she always did the cooking and cleaning. Might as well help her out right? To cover his tracks (and the scent of food on his clothes) he ends up covering his scent with copious amounts of perfume (he rarely ever spritzes more than two) and takes a bath at those little capsule hotels. She completely thought he was cheating lol little did she know mattsun and makki already went out to shop for an engagement ring months before they broke up. (Makki wanted the Shrek ring for her. Mattsun was THISSSS close to being convinced HAHAHA) OH AND FUCK. They broke up, right? Of course they still care for each other. So the day before mattsun moves out, they decide to cuddle on their couch one last time. Whispered apologies, crying, the works. When she finally wakes up, mattsun’s boxes and belongings are gone. She’s alone again. Time heals all wounds and changes people and all that. So to mend me and my bestfriend’s wounds, we decided they got back together after years of separation HAHAHAHA what was once an innocent little story for us, wounded us deeplyyyyyUH. - 🫀

I couldn't hide this story in my asks, so to celebrate part 2 of Swings and Snakes I wanted to share the inspiration of it with the world.

Thank you @togament for sending it in

[bizlybebo]

For your final thoughts on PD once you finish, I present to thee:

This ramble ask

How ya feeling?

HOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTT ENDYYYYY

ENDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IT. I WAS NOTTTT EXPECTING ANYYYY OF THISSSS AAAAAAAAAAJRGBTJKWEFREGTKWEFREGTKRFGNYT

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE ASKING FOR BY SENDING IN THIS ASK. KJREHKJERHD

this is probably gonna be even longer than my ramble after completing the greyscale series so once again i dont expect you to read all of this but OHHH YM GODDD i need to dump my thoughts somewhere cause HOLY SHITTT

after writing this out i really only managed to touch on the last 2-3 episodes but yk. there are my thoughts on the ending so it makes sense. i dont think we wanna see how big my ramble on the entire fucking series could get

spoilers ahead for anyone else who sees this: literally all of prime defenders s1 and s2

ashe came home.

ashe fucking CAME HOME.

now, i had a feeling since about episode 35 that ashe was certainly coming home, because there was so much buildup, yakko did an ashe cosplay, etc. like it would have been stupid for her not to return at that point. plus i kept seeing people drawing a post-trickster ashe and was like huh.

so essentially, i thought that because i Knew, i wouldn't get blindsided by these final episodes. in fact, knowing almost made it more... bearable? i guess, because i could hold onto the light at the end of the tunnel that ashe was 100% coming home. it almost made me feel the same hope that the group was feeling about ashe, because i had that certainty and faith in the good ending.

and then william wisp fucking died. again.

i was really sleepy when i was listening to that scene but still persisting because my anxiety was slowly increasing as the episode went on, but when the trickster just. plunged his hands through william's chest i was FULLY awake just sitting in absolute shock. i'm not the kind of person to cry huge tears over media (i think the only time i non-happy cried watching riptide was ep 53), but when william died For Real i actually gave a good few sobs. i was no longer sleepy i was just in shock and then in grief.

and i was like. oh shit. maybe there is no good ending.

something like that ENTIRELY blindsided me in such a crazy way that it had me doubting ashe would even come home.

and i kept thinking, hey, no, he's risen before, he'll be okay! but then he went to the fucking spirit realm. he got dispensed there with kumori and began the first day of forever and i was like oh. shit.

william was gone.

and the REACTIONS from dakota and vyncent were both so guttural and real and true to their characters in their own ways. like so good it's nearly painful to think about.

dakota's loud. he's loud and he's rambunctious because he's dakota. he never speaks below a shout.

but when william was torn in half, he wasn't shouting, he was wailing. the absolute shock and denial he was in haunts me dude.

dakota's was begging william not to do this to him. he could forgive william for so much-- for lying to him, for not asking for his help, for fucking killing jade, but he could never forgive william for dying.

dakota's not the kind of kid to ask, y'know? if something doesn't go the way it should to him then he'll fight abrasively and outwardly for what he believes is right, or in the harder cases he'll bite the bullet and take the fall.

but here, he was pleading with william to just. not die.

and i think the final thing that shattered my faith that hey, maybe william wasn't gone was that tide was so accepting of it. he fell to his knees, he grieved and he was torn apart for a second, but then he was back up, holding dakota, going as far as to use a whole turn in initiative to only hug his boy despite the deadly circumstances. despite the world falling apart around them. to loosely quote my other mutual cayden (<333), "at the end of everything hold onto something and dakota had to hold onto tide because it was the end of everything for him" and i think that's just. the only way i can really phrase it. top 10 moments that rewired my brain chemistry

and dont get me started on dakota LITERALLY JUMPING THROUGH HELL FOR EVERYBODY. JUMPING THROUGH HELL, LOOKING THE TRICKSTER IN THE EYES AS HE DID SO. LIKE I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT SOARING THROUGH THE BURNING SKIES OF THE CHAOS REALM? THE REALM THAT CORRUPTS AND WARPS EVEN THE STRONGEST DEMONS? AND STILL COMING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE BECAUSE YOU'RE DAKOTA MOTHERFUCKING COLE AND YOU SIMPLY REFUSE TO SUCCUMB?? FUCKING INSANEEE.

and. fucking. fuck.

vyncent. MOTHERFUCKING. sol.

when i fucking catch condifiction.

vyncent sol is such an interesting fucking character. most of the time i'm like "there is something deeply wrong with him <3" in an endearing sense because yknow. he's a little strange. he's not from around here.

but oh my god.

vyncent sol, THE character development guy ever.

he starts off season 1 violent, unable to control his powers. he's violent, and he's scared, and he's homesick, and he's like a skittish dog who bites when it gets nervous because he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing here.

but he changes. he grows.

he gets his closure with fauna, yeah, but then he finds a new home. he finds himself in a flying car, chasing after the fucking lich, watching william and dakota fighting in the front seat like a married couple, and he just thinks yeah. this is home.

and he doesn't quite unlearn his violence or his vengeance but they do certainly shift gears (also tidbit-- the 'fatal flaw' of justice is vengeance which is part of why i chose him for that human soul in the undertale shit i was telling you about :D).

his character is about balance. he has to learn not to be reckless and violent like in season 1, while also not apathetic and taking inaction like he did in s2 episodes 31 and 32.

at the end of everything, he protects william with his life, ready to interpose any attack. he thinks that he can do right by somebody this time, act now so that there aren't any consequences later (y'know, like he never did with jade, or ashe, or the lich).

but william. still. dies.

the sheer anger that vyncent felt in that moment was overshadowed so strongly by his grief, but it was still there. i can't even put it into words without going on a whole nother tangent but oh my fucking god. dude. vyncent sol has irreparably rewired my brain he is all i'm gonna think about.

prime defenders honestly is just THE character development show in general. i haven't even touched on william's development, on how he put faith in his friends over mal even if he knew it was going to make things much harder because he trusted dakota and vyncent so much. on how he literally got killed, repeatedly, over and over, in the spirit realm for 12 hours straight. on how he dirtied his hands during the greyscale arc out of fear.

on how he finally. stopped. running. stopped trying to escape who he was. but still won't come out of the closet

and god this is a looooong fucking ramble and i haven't even said much yet, this is only me screaming about the last two episodes really, but so much has happened in them that i just AUUUUGUGHGGHGHJKTEHRKJ

and. holy fucking shit.

JADE??? MAY STILL BE ALIVE??? D OYOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING FERAL IM GOING OVER THIS JADE CANTRIP VENGEANCE ARC. I NEEEEEED XAVIERRRR TO SEE HER AGAINNNN JADE AND XAVIER'S FRIENDSHIP MEANS SO FUCKING MUCHHH TO MEEEEE

AND ATLAS? BRO POOR FUCKING ATLAS. he really could not catch a fucking break for the ENTIRE series. when bizly started describing the 'odd fizzling' i was like 'man this guy is just going THROUGH it with his career i feel kinda bad for him' and then.

he was dead.

i think grizzly said it best, how bizly has to 'keep reminding us that prime defenders is r-rated' cause yk. the sudden violence/gore. it was so impactful you were so right when you were talking about tonal whiplash because holy SHIT.

like we were just in mario kart hell chasing after le frog who stole pizza he couldnt even eat cause he was vegetarian. and then atlas' throat was slit and he was marked with an x. (x as in xavier's vigilante persona????????RTEHRTTT$YRJHTTETR)

im just AUGUGHGHGH so FUCKING UNWELLLL OVER THIS ENTIRE SERIES. I'M SO STOKED FOR WONDERLUST BUT ALSO THAT MEANS PRIME DEFENDERS PROBABLY WON'T RETURN UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR OR EVEN LATER.

i need a prime defenders christmas episode. dearly.

the bright side of this is that now i can write a shit ton of fic + inhale every single fic under the prime defenders tag on ao3.

but GODDD this is the most gutwrenching piece of media ever. i've never had such a strong hyperfixation since 2020 because the world is just so good. every single character and npc means the world to me. even summer and doug are constant subjects of my brainrot. even fucking lightspeed and harlem and aughughugnjtr.

thank you for the ask endy lmao im FUCKING CLAWING AT THE WALLS OVER THIS SHOW. AIUKGHEJHW

JADE CANTRIP REVENGE ARC PLSPSLPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS. I NEED HER TO COME BACK AND I NEED HER TO COME BACK WRONG AND I NEED XAVIER TO BE TERRIFIED OF HIS BEST FRIEND EVEN THOUGH IT'LL EMOTIONALLY DESTROY ME AKTJHETRKJTRWKERE

okay that's. all i can say for now

[gregoftom]

So I totally agree with all the stuff about how its frustrating that fans seem to be adamant that Greg has like no skills or ability at all? Bc that is first of all just plainly untrue—he is just really awkward, a bit naive, and has some trouble communicating orally (of course I have my own thoughts on how people perceive or treat nd/autistic people)

But I think a lot of people struggle to recognize how difficult a lot of the things Greg accomplishes on the show are. Every big move he makes takes significant analysis and understanding of people and Greg is often doing it on the fly lolol AND he is new to this life!! One/two years is not going to get you acclimated in every aspect of business and Greg is following along as well as people who have been in the game for years or even decades. Plus even though Greg’s speaking style is…unique where he used a lot of big words/prose like speech, it is never in a way that makes it seem like he is using big words to sound smarter or anything? He clearly has a expanded and complex vocabulary, he just has some issues with the delivery of his speech.

Also it is plainly written in the show that Greg assists or has assisted Tom with a good chunk of his job. He has probably dealt with so many fires and difficult personalities just so Tom doesn’t have to.

Tbh I would love to see Tom find out about all the random shit that has happened at ATN/Waystar that he has no idea about bc Greg just dealt with it for him. Greg probably has long-ass email chains BEEFING with other Waystar employees because of all of the shit he has to take care of

I AM HUGGING AND KISSING THIS ASK WITH ALL MY STRENGTH BC YOUUUUU GET IT. people do do that and i think that unfortunately a lot of the time it's just like. character hate with no basis nor any kind of attempt to try and understand him which is like. it's all very well and good to have a dislike for a character or not want to bother with them but you also can't like. ignore. things about them lol? and then some things staaart to sound a little :/ it's better to just not talk about the character at all, at least imo.

but yeah he is not stupid he's just. yeah everything you said and exactly, he assisted tom in a lot of ways and even like. took care of really responsibly aspects of it and learned and absorbed very fucking quickly if we are to believe the timeline of the damn ass show which is like. 1-2 years or whatever the fuck but regardless it was way fast so that alone should be applauded and taken into account.

YEAH on god i'm so pressed that tom didn't know about like. half the shit that greg did for him. i'm glad at least in america decides he sees greg taking some fucken report or whatever from billy???? or whoever tf and did a lil smile tee hee but yeah he should've seen WAY more of what he did. BEEFING WITH OTHER WAYSTAR EMPLOYEES ALSKAS:A EMAIL CHAINS I'M CRYING please god someone write thissss into a fic or Something ohnfkm,fs,dflremgr

[weirdcat1213]

fuck

here we go

vol 10 thoughts

chap 1:

-IMIMIMIM NOT READY FOR THISSSS

-nooo dont make me read it, im too broken already

-NOOOO SHUT UPPPPPP

-delusion oh dear geesus

-DONT ASK THAT WHY WOULD ASK THAT :C

-stfu wolfwood please, ik you love him and admire him but stfu pls

-huh

-oh right....this is how...yeap

-please leave wolfwood just fucking leave

-although yeah thats interesting, im not sure if he thought vash or someone would come for him but yeah, if he actually thought that was the end he would have taken the vials...hmmm

-or maybe not. maybe he was ready to defend the orphanage and be done with it

-ouch

chap 2:

-HE TOOK NO DISCIPLE THAT WAS KIDNAPPING BASICALLY FUCK YOU

-livio ill say this with love....rn i do not fucking care about your self worth/attachment issues. he can go to hell, he and his stupid fucking gun

-OH NO THE CHILDREN

-LMAO HER PLAN WAS GOOD AND THE CHILDREN WERE LIKE "YEAH NO"

-go to FUCKING HELL CHAPEL SHUT UUUUP

-SHUT UP YOU KNOW HES SENSITIVE ABOUT THAAAAAT

-FUCKER

-well this is fucked this is so fucked (may i remind the people this is my 2nd reading)

-ah yey, the tears are here

-"we could have done this as a team" then WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS. NOW YOURE IN THIS FUCKING PAINFUL AND STUPID POSITION. YOU KNOW WHATS SHES FUCKING RIGHT, YOU NEVER LISTENED TO HER NOR VASH AND WENT TO DO SHIT ON YOUR OWN, AND NOW YOURE HERE. YOU AND YOUR FUCKING NEED OF DOING EVERYTHING ALONE CUZ THATS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING FOR YEARS. YOU CARRIED YOUR LONELINESS FOR YEARS, BUT YOU ARE ABOUT TO REALIZE YOU WERE NEVER ALONE, BUT ITS TOO LATE NOW ISNT IT??? YOU PRECIOUS STUPID DUMBASSS

-this is literally where the fun ends (kinda)

-OH THANK GOD YOURE FUCKING HERE FINALLY

-oh this is when i start to cry like a baby oh geesus

chap 3:

-WHY DO YOU THINK HE CAME YOU DUMBASSSSSSSSSSSSS (ily)

-wolfwood i fucking swear-

-razlo can you not, youre scaring the children, the readers and me

-also the ultimate pacifist vs the ultimate "what if i make a hole in your head for funsies"

-silly me thought the 1st time"oh vash is here so literally nothing can happen"....ja

-yeap, theres also that

-if the book club survives this i would love to buy everyone virtual drinks actually. the people who dont drink can have a nice lemonade

-SPIN THAT FUCKER WOLFWOOD :D

-NOT THEM NOT TRUSTING HIS ANGEL ARM PLSSSS

-"im a friend of nicholas" i may throw up out of sadness

-oh thats cruel for you? really?

-good fucking riddance old man

-razlo stop i dont want to sympathize with you rn

-VASH QUICK DO SOMETHING-

-THE ULTIMATE FIGHTING COUPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-"they switched to fighting as a team" im gonna eat glass

-i love how this chapter ends. thanks for the goofy moment before you pluck my heart out in front of my eyes, nightow

-also if you dont see how thats the face of someone trying to confess something really important but failing idk what to tell you

chap 4:

-"death omen" SHUT UP NIGHTOW

-YOU FUCKING DUMBASS

-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :c

-[side note but if orange animates this is gonna hurt like HELL cuz they have highlighted a lot wolfwood's thing with survival so...yeah]

-STOP MAKING YOUR HUSBAND SAAAAAAAAD

-oh...oh no

-HE SAID THE THING HE SAID THE THING NOW SHUT IT

-THE FUCKING. FUCKING. TOUCH

-OW

-those fucking eyes damn hes pissed

-OW RIGHT, HIS NOSE...AH

-oh..oh honey no pls dont leave pls dont leave him alone ik you understand whats gonna happen but please dont please come back-

-oh that blank panel, oh geesus

-YA BRATTTTT

-FUCK OFF RAZLO AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

chap 5:

-i dont get much about this fight ngl

-razlo's eye is so cool but also FUCK OFFFFFFF

-FASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER

-OHOHOHOH YEAH LETS GO LETS HIT IT

-DAMN

-PUNCH IN THE FACE BITCH

chap 6:

-not the...not the fucking parallel with vash and razlo....nightow why

-HAHGSYU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE BLOOD

-wait what-

-VASH TO THE RESCUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-nononononononNONONONONO NO

-right right, i fell for it again

-THATS IT WE WIN- AH NO SHIT FUCK

-i told you he was a cunt razlo

-oh shit thats, thats beautiful

-i dont mean this as a negative thing against nightow/the story...BUT DID LIVIO'S FUCKING IDEA HAD TO BE THIS FUCKING LATE????? YOU ARE FUCKING WITH ME

-yey...hes back

chap 7

-for the love of geesus pls dont make me read this

-this is more from a personal standpoint but it makes me so fucking sad he felt guilty at the idea of going back to the orphanage cuz no matter what that was always his home, a place he could have come back to. not everyone has one of those. but alas, now its too late

-.....no. he doesnt care that you are a killer or that you have one of the coins, that you were gonna betray him anytime. he doesnt care wolfwood so fucking stop trying to be the villain here.

-ik fucking know why wolfwood doesnt wanna go....but fucking damn it

-this chapter is so quiet. the 1st time i was listening to mr bluesky but the chapter's lack of music just fits.

-maybe YOU are alright but im not. ill never be alright with this

-when i get my own place im not buying a couch and thats a promise

-"smile needle noggin" [crying pause]

-IF I DONT TURN THE PAGE I DONT HAVE TO SEE IT IF I DONT TURN THE PAGE I DONT HAVE TO SEE IT IF I DONT TURN THE PAGE I DONT HAVE TO SEE IT IF I DONT TURN THE PAGE I DONT HAVE TO SEE IT IF I DONT TURN THE PAGE I DONT HAVE TO SEE IT

-god literally has never made vash any favors ever and the ONE TIME he needed someone bigger than everything else...nothing happened

-"and we can celebrate" WHY DID NIGHTOW PAINTED HIS FUCKING DEATH LIKE A CELEBRATION??? YES, HE GETS HIS FREEDOM BACK, HE GETS TO GO HOME, TO SEE HIS FAMILY, TO SHARE A DRINK WITH HIS SOULMATE BUT I CANT STAND IT I CANT

-ofc you did, wolfwood has never been good at lying

-and there it is, til death do them part as they say idk

-...............................................................................................................

chap 8

-im gonna eat my hand, glass, my computer, my house, the world-

-so...do we think that grave was just laying around or...

-DONT YOU FUCKING ASK THAT (IKIKIKIK BUT STILL, LIKE LOOK AT VASH'S EYES HE GETS IT)

-CALL ME STUPID BUT I GENUIENLY FORGOT ABOUT THE HAIR

-literally "stay away from him asshole"

-imagine knowing for a fact you broke something really important inside your brother and laughing about it

-baby oh my baby your hair, your little and stupid blond hair

-orange you have hinted at this so many times and let me tell you one thing, if you do it it has to hurt in the best way possible because this scene deserves nothing but the best

-i respect and wonder how nightow is so good at comic relief. its still a sad scene, everything fucking hurts, the reader will never be the same again...but he can put bits and pieces of comedy that make you chuckle or at least smile to then continue to hit you with a bat

-NOT THE JESUS ALLEGORY CARRYING A FUCKING CROSS, go to hell nightow

-and thats his cross?....to survive?????? im dead

-oh so he doesnt take it? ngl after this my first reading turned into a blur, god knows what i was thinking

im..........yeah. i fucking hated that, as i thought i would

[l1teraryangel]

In Another Life (Ch. 10)

Chapter Warnings: VERY Mild Sexual Content

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Holding himself, Ryou sighed. “I know everything I’ve said seems crazy. That’s why I was hoping to wait it out, to avoid trying to explain everything.” He rubbed his arms, though the motion provided little comfort. “This is actually the second realm I’ve been in. The last one was… We’ll say rough. That’s a good summary term.”

“Have… you been here all day?”

Ryou glanced at Touzoku-Ou, whose expression suddenly seemed quite shy. “I woke up on the couch. I guess after your Ryou went to lay down from the headache?”

Bakura’s face flushed. “You… In the bed, then…”

“That’s why I tried to stop you. Why I, uh, ran away to the bathroom.” Ryou knew his face matched Bakura’s, right down to the same red cheeks. “F-For what it’s worth, like I said, this is his body. I just… It wasn’t right.” His voice trailed off, sadness clouding his eyes. “No matter how much I miss my Bakura and Touzoku-Ou… I knew it wasn’t right to let things go any further. I shouldn’t have let them go so far in the first place.”

Without warning, Diabound shoved her snout into his stomach. “Want masssster back.”

A half-hearted laugh slipped from Ryou’s lips. “I got that. Trust me, I want your master to come back, too. I want to go home.” The words shattered the dam he built up, the tears haunting him from earlier overflowing in an instant. “Fuck… I’m sorry… I just… I really do want to go home. It feels like a lifetime since I was in my own body.”

Uncertain, Touzoku-Ou petted Ryou’s head, and Bakura sighed, moving in to offer a hug. Ryou hungrily accepted the offer, burying his face into Bakura’s chest despite the other gasping and hesitating to fully embrace him. Touzoku-Ou wrapped his arms around both of them, resting his forehead on Ryou.

As the three of them stood there, awkward but desperate, Diabound gazed back towards the circus. A true laugh, unhindered by his melancholy, escaped Ryou when he heard her hiss, “Hungry sssstill.”

With a roll of his eyes, Touzoku-Ou hauled the snake onto his shoulders, grunting from the effort. “Come on, you pain in the ass, I’ll feed you. God, you could stand to skip a meal, though.”

“Issss musssscle, Masssster. Be sssstronger.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Somehow you’ve gained weight since Ryou started feeding you. I think he’s been overgenerous with your portions.”

“Leave besssst Masssster out of thissss.”

“Oh ho! You admit it, finally! You do like Ryou more than me!”

Bakura snorted and, with his arm wrapped around Ryou’s shoulders, pulled him along behind Touzoku-Ou, who continued to argue with his snake. “Ignore them. We listen to this shit on a daily basis.”

“What, uh… What is she? For that matter, what is this world? I thought it was a normal circus this morning, but obviously, I was wrong.”

“Not sure about Diabound. Touzoku-Ou hatched her when he was a kid, said he found her egg alone in the forest. One day she started talking to him. As for everything else…” Bakura wobbled his head left to right, thoughtfully choosing his words. “Magic exists. Everyone is human, far as I know, but some of us have… talents. Touzoku-Ou, for example, can commune with spirits. Ties it into his act.”

Ryou’s smile spread from ear to ear. ��That’s so cool. I can do magic in my realm, too. I’m… kinda relieved that this isn’t a magic-less world. Would have made things a lot trickier. But, then again, I wouldn’t have been ratted out by a snake if there wasn’t magic.”

Bakura hummed, amusement glinting in his eyes. “True. Diabound never keeps secrets from the three of us, so unfortunate that you chose to divulge the info to her.”

“I’m glad, to be honest. I feel better, being able to vent, being open. I think I was bordering on a mental breakdown this morning. Having you two around, listening to me, comforting me, making me laugh… It was familiar, and it worked wonders.”

“Guess I should apologize for the way we jumped you.”

“No need. You didn’t know who or what I was. Believe it or not, that was also familiar.” Ryou giggled. “I’m just not used to being on the other end of that aggression.”

The two continued their chat with Touzoku-Ou occasionally jumping in between his exchanges with Diabound. They filled Ryou in on the circus, everyone’s roles and relationships, the things they knew about the fantastical and unusual ongoings in the world. In return, Ryou told them bits and pieces about his relationship with their counterparts, the history of the Millennium Items, and the adventure he unwillingly found himself locked into.

By the time the three of them were satisfied with their information swap, the moon replaced the sun, sitting high and proud in the sky like a Cheshire grin. They barely reached the RV they all shared when Touzoku-Ou swung around, terror written across his face.

“Baku, we forgot about Mai!”

“...Shit.”

 

***

 

Separated by Yugi’s magic circle, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou sat across from their doppelgangers, mirrored save for the blood stains and bruises Isis had yet to heal. Distaste for the situation exceeding his limits, Bakura clucked his tongue.

“This is fucking boring. Does the pharaoh really need this much sleep?”

Touzoku-Ou shrugged, a sly smirk on his face. “I’ll go wake him up, if you promise to keep Yugi off my ass.”

“It’s… like half an hour until two? Those guys are probably up already, hiding away to cuddle.” Bakura feigned a gag. “Nasty bastards.”

“This is Malik’s fault for ditching his shift. We could have been cuddling, too,” Touzoku-Ou joked, laughing when Bakura pulled a face. “What, you don’t wanna cuddle me, Habibi? I see how it is, only Ryou gets your cuddles.”

Stamping his heels into the floor, Bakura rose, glaring at his lover. “I’m going to grab Kaiba’s dog and make him buy us lunch. Preference, jackass?”

“Food. Anything sounds real good. Better make it a quadruple portion, though. We should probably feed our other selves here, lest they wither away.”

“That would be a travesty.”

Bakura sauntered off, stopping only for a moment to check over Ryou and brush a kiss on his forehead. He shut the door behind him, leaving Touzoku-Ou in silence with the other-realmers. The thief king rolled his shoulders, flexed his legs, and let out a loud yawn.

“For two psycho killers, you’re awful boring, y’know?”

They studied him, unmoved by the insult. His mirrored self remarked coolly, “And what about you? Apparently some Ancient Egyptian thief, yet here you are reduced to a mundane existence where the only benefits are your partner and your comatose pet over there.”

“Both of whom are fantastic,” Touzoku-Ou returned and flopped onto his side, propped on his left elbow. “Maybe you’d understand if you treated your Ryou better.”

Other Bakura sneered. “We treat him plenty well if and when he behaves.”

“Somehow I think your idea of well differs from his.” He examined his right hand, fondly rolling an intricate gold band with two jewels, one obsidian and one white moonstone. “I pity you, trapped in such a dark state of being. It reminds me how I used to be. How I’m sure Bakura was.”

“The nerve of this guy,” Other Touzoku-Ou snapped, fingers twitching and teeth gritted. “How dare you sit there saying you pity us when you’re a slave to someone as weak as Ryou, when you live content with this average man’s life. If I had powers like yours, I’d make myself a god.”

Touzoku-Ou chuckled and dropped his hand back down. “Yup, you’re just like how I used to be. Consumed by greed, hungry for power, driven by hatred.” His eyes hardened. “The biggest difference is that unlike you, I would never hurt Ryou. He’s part of my family. I knew from the second I saw him we were meant to be together.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakura rested back on his hands, a casual posture to accompany his growing disdain. “We knew we were meant to be with Ryou, too, you arrogant bastard. The problem is he didn’t appreciate our feelings for him.”

“Given what I’ve heard of how he met you,” Touzoku-Ou snorted and twisted onto his back, arms folded beneath his head, “I can’t say I blame him for hating you. Why kill his family if you wanted him to love you?”

“Why?” Bakura echoed, expression morphing into a frightening grin. “They were useless baggage. He’s better off alone.”

“And want him to love us?” Touzoku-Ou restated and mimicked the expression of his partner. “We don’t give a damn if he loves us or not. He’s still ours. And we’re all he has.”

Touzoku-Ou sat up and snapped his fingers into an 'L'-shape. “So what you’re saying is… It’s a control thing. Get rid of anyone else so he’s dependent on you no matter what.”

“You understand,” Other Touzoku-Ou chortled and leaned forward. “Took you long enough.”

Smiling, cool as a cucumber, Touzoku-Ou replied, “Yeah, I get it. I was wrong about our biggest difference. It’s not our willingness or lack thereof to do harm to Ryou… It’s the fact that I actually love him, whereas you two only want to own him.” 

They guffawed over his words, but he continued, “Do you at least love each other? Are you even capable of that much?”

Returning to a more upright position, Bakura glared daggers into Touzoku-Ou’s head. “We’re fuckbuddies, we’re partners, we’re a team. I watch his back, he watches mine, and we enjoy a good romp in the sheets when we’re bored of death games. We don’t need to put a label, especially one like ‘love,’ on it.”

“So you wouldn’t die for each other?”

“I would never ask such a stupid thing,” Other Touzoku-Ou scornfully shot back. “Nor would Bakura ask me to do something so ridiculous.”

“Humor me. If it came down to it and both of you couldn’t escape a deadly situation, you would prefer to let each other die over dying yourself?”

Total silence descended amongst the men. Touzoku-Ou wondered if the scathing glares they wore were from his insistent question or their inability to reach an answer, although he truly only asked for fun. It didn’t matter since both of them would die in the end. By whose hand was yet to be determined, of course, but he hoped it was his and Bakura’s. 

Seeing the way these two treated their Ryou filled him with anger and not just on the kid’s behalf. What sort of damage had they done to his Rohi? There was no way their time with him was peaceful, and he would enjoy torturing the doppelgangers’ bodies and souls for every second of torment Ryou suffered.

“Yo, Thief King.” Bakura flicked his ear from behind. “Earth to King of Thieves. I’ve got food.”

Mouth watering at the aroma of roasted garlic and succulent steak, Touzoku-Ou snatched the food from his boyfriend. He sank his teeth into the whole garlic, salivating further over the tenderized flesh and potent taste.

“This is where you say ‘thank you, Bakura, for rewarding my bad behavior with my favorite foods,’” Bakura snarked and unpacked his own steak. “I thought about fried chicken, but I think we should save that for when Ryou wakes up.”

“Fried chicken and beer?” Touzoku-Ou grumbled around the chomps of food. “We’ll need to get him some of those tiny cakes, too.”

Bakura tore a mouthful of steak off his fork. “And creampuffs for breakfast, or he might disown us.” He gave Touzoku-Ou a dirty look when the other man leaned in and licked a dribble of steak juices from his chin. “Keep your tongue to yourself when we’re eating.”

Snickering, the thief king reached into the bag and revealed the remaining two containers of food. While not exactly thrilled to do any favors for his and his lover’s lookalikes, Touzoku-Ou resigned himself to feeding them and slid the meals into the protective circle, wincing when the magic grazed his finger tips.

“Eat up, or I’ll take that food back.”

They grabbed the food and dug right in, clearly as ravenous as their alternate selves. Naturally, they offered no thanks, but the local pair could at least enjoy the satisfaction of having control over them.

Bakura wiped more dribbles off his lips and sucked the juice off his thumb. “I told the dog just to give them scraps, but he said it would be simpler to buy them some food. I wouldn’t waste the money, but I guess Kaiba’s got enough to blow on a couple of thugs.”

Nonchalant and more interested in his own food, Touzoku-Ou shrugged. “Let him flaunt his wealth. Better not to argue with the man letting us stay here for free. We can bruise his ego later.” His eyes wandered passed Bakura to the corner of the room where Ryou laid. “How’d he look earlier, by the way?”

Setting his half-eaten steak down, Bakura followed the thief’s eyes to his former host. “Fortunately, there doesn’t seem to be another soul in his body, so we don’t have to worry about possibly having triple Ryous around. Unfortunately…”

“It’s gonna be hard to track him down without some connection to his current realm.”

“Probably. I stopped by the stupid pharaoh’s room on my way back. Told him the plan and to get his ass in here sooner rather than later. We’ll see if he listens.”

The pair shared a snort, and Touzoku-Ou said, “He’d better, or I’m taking Yugi hostage.”

“If you’re taking me hostage, just know I am very high maintenance. I require the highest quality of care, or I’ll make your life hell.”

As if on cue, Yugi ambled into the room, a less enthusiastic Atem behind him. The latter carried a box of candles while the former tossed a piece of chalk between his hands.

Touzoku-Ou rolled his eyes. “As expected of a mini version of the pharaoh.”

Yugi put his hands on his hips, smiling impishly. “You two always call me a ‘mini version,’ but Atem and I are pretty much the same height. Actually, last I checked, I’m two centimeters taller.”

“Aibou,” Atem groaned while setting the box down, “don’t waste your breath.”

Sarcasm pouring from his being, Bakura clapped and mocked, “Good job, Yugi. Do you want a cookie for that accomplishment?” He couldn’t help chuckling when said man stuck his tongue out. “You get ballsier with every centimeter, I guess.”

Atem, placing candles in a circle around him, motioned for Yugi to begin drawing a circle. As his lighter half set about the task, the pharaoh spoke to his former enemies. “You understand I can’t promise anything, correct?”

Swallowing his final bite of food, Touzoku-Ou dismissed Atem with a shrug. “Just swear by your father’s corpse that you’ll make a good argument, and I’ll be happy.”

“Really?” Atem glared at the tomb-robber. “By my father’s corpse? That’s the qualifier you choose?”

“Why not? If the situation were reversed, I’d be willing to swear by Kul Elna.” The deadpan tone of the thief noticeably shook Atem. “Swear by Yugi’s life, then, if you feel that’s more appropriate. But I want your word, and I want it sworn by something you hold dear.”

Grumbling under his breath, Atem raised his right hand. “You have my word. I, Pharaoh Atem, swear by my partner’s life to put forth my best effort at convincing the gods to assist in bringing Bakura Ryou’s soul back home.”

Bakura chuckled. “So Yugi is more important than Daddy, huh? Fair enough. Corpses are such a mood-killer.”

A snarl curled Atem’s lips, but Yugi touched his shoulder, shaking his head. “You know how they are, especially when they’re stressed. Good luck, Atem. I’ll be waiting here for you.” He snuck closer to place a kiss at his dark’s temple, and the man’s annoyance melted away.

“Hopefully they’ll be able to help. Thieves,” He nodded towards the silver-haired men, “try not to cause Yugi issues for the brief time I’m gone?”

“Oh, I’m going to cause him so much trouble,” Bakura sneered, but apprehension prevented his usual rancor from coming through. “Get out of here already. Ryou’s waiting.”

Heka flowed around the circle, spiraling in towards Atem, and an Eye of Anubis shimmered onto his forehead. His eyes, a swirl of purple and crimson, grew vacant as his soul ascended beyond the mortal plane into the realm of the gods. Stars of twinkling magic blinked their way upwards to form a guiding bridge there and back.

Touzoku-Ou released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Guess now all we can do is wait.”

 

***

 

“You’re lucky I’m a kind-hearted individual,” Mai warned, dabbing the last of black paint over Bakura’s lips. “You assholes keep me waiting for hours, and you didn’t even have the decency to do some prep yourselves?”

“No one does it as good as you, darling.” Touzoku-Ou, decked out in a scarlet suit jacket and pants over a dark gray turtleneck, blew her a kiss. “You know we’re suckers for your goddess touch.”

She laughed, and the action cleared what little exasperation clung to her face. “You’re also lucky I’m a sucker for that suit of yours, big boy, or I’d smack you for thinking you could flirt your way out of my wrath.

“He knows the power of his suit.” Spinning away from her with his completed face-up, Bakura hopped off the high stool and took a bow at the wolf whistle Touzoku-Ou awarded him. 

The heavy dark circles, a mix of black and wine liners, contrasted with his all-white sclera lenses, which reduced his irises and pupils to faint gray circles. Black squiggles with a gleam of red draped down his mouth and chin, and all his features were hollowed out by Mai’s expert application of contour and highlight. 

Ryou wished he had his phone. The face makeup alone put his tongue in knots; the black silk top and form-fitting spandex together with the grungy needlepoint nails sent blood right between his legs. He never thought about having Bakura or Touzoku-Ou use costume makeup in the bedroom, but he definitely would implement it. The mix of horror and his lovers’ bodies under a layer of sexy clothing… The possibilities were endless.

“What do you think, Ryou?” Mai asked, a knowing grin on her lips. “Should I take it as a compliment that you look ready to burst?”

Squeaking, Ryou yanked a pillow over himself, face burning as Bakura and Touzoku-Ou eyed him, equal parts surprised and wanting. He pretended not to see Touzoku-Ou shift his legs or the bulge Bakura’s spandex offered no privacy for. 

Mai giggled and patted her unoccupied seat. “C’mon, babe, you’re next. No hiding with the pillow. They’re your boyfriends, after all, so it’s nothing they haven’t seen before, I’m sure.”

“W-Why don’t you do Touzoku-Ou’s face next?” Ryou suggested, an offer definitely made out of generosity and not to give him time to settle.

“Oh, his makeup doesn’t need approval since he’s sticking to his usual. All he needed was a quick test to make sure his suit still fit properly.” She winked and beckoned him with a finger. “Like I said, no hiding. You’re up, so let’s hear what you want to do.”

His mouth opened, but no answer popped into his head. What did his alternate self want done? Ryou knew nothing about his style preference. If it were his choice, he’d want to match Bakura in levels of creepiness, but…

Touzoku-Ou suddenly wrapped his arm across Ryou’s shoulders. When he leaned in, he placed a kiss on Ryou’s neck, which nearly dissolved the other’s restraint, and whispered, “Go ahead. We’ll do the talking.”

Clearly recognizing the problem alongside his actual boyfriend, Bakura grasped Ryou’s wrist and tugged him to his feet. Their chests collided, and he softly teased, “Just sit and look pretty. We know what Ryou was planning.”

Their erections brushed from the proximity, and Ryou whimpered a pitiful acknowledgement before dragging his feet and planting himself in Mai’s stool, again trying to ignore his other self’s boyfriends ogling and chuckling.

She beamed down at him, ruffling his hair affectionately and turning them both towards the mirror. Her hands combed through his silky white strands while experimenting with over the shoulder, tucked behind the ear, in a ponytail, and other styles.

“How about a braid, Ryou? You haven’t done that in a minute.”

“Uh…” Ryou paused, long enough to allow Bakura or Touzoku-Ou to speak up if it mattered. They remained silent, so he nodded. “Sure?”

“Don’t be so nervous, hun. It’s me and your boyfriends, not Kaiba or some creepy volunteer.” She squeezed his shoulders. “Alrighty, so what are we thinking for the overall look this time around?”

Prepared for the inquiry, Bakura jumped in. “Ryou talked about keeping the contour and highlighting mostly natural.”

“He was toying with adding some glitter around his eyes and on his lips,” Touzoku-Ou added, pointing on his own face to the suggested placement. “He wanted to try a cool-tone lip color, too. Like pastel blue or purple?”

Mai practically sparkled with excitement. “Fun! Good to see you getting out of your comfort zone a bit. Okay, picture with me, Ryou.” She described painting his lips a muted lilac and swirling the color over his cheekbones and back into his eye sockets. She dabbed her pinky gently around his high points, suggesting a blue and silver glitter combo, and motioned to a stunning set of fake white lashes on her vanity to emphasize his pre-existing ones.

He kept offering subtle nods, basically providing unlimited creative freedom, while letting his mind drift. ‘I wonder if my Mai would teach me some makeup tips. Might be fun to collaborate, too. I should suggest sitting down with her and Malik. Between the three of us, we could throw together some wicked looks.’

Her voice disappeared, replaced by her agile hands and brushes dusting over his skin, so he closed his eyes and held still, listening to her hums and occasional quips with Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. The banter soothed him, almost lulling him to sleep were it not for the uncomfortable stool holding him.

An echo, muffled to the point of being nearly indiscernible, tickled his brain while he sat there, disrupting his peace. His brow twitched as Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s voices overlapped with… Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s voices? The words and tones were different, but they were certainly the same voice. His ears endeavored to hear beyond the chatter beside him, and he squinted his eyes when pain bloomed in his temples.

“H-Hey, guys?” The three friends quieted themselves, their attention on him. “Sorry if this comes across as rude, but I have a headache. Could you talk a bit quieter?”

Mai’s brush hovered over his eyelid, the bristles itching his eyelashes. “Aw, hun, you should have said something. You poor thing. I lent my medicine to Jonouchi, but I can go get it if you want?”

Ryou contemplated the offer. “That would be great, honestly.”

Setting her brushes down, she offered him a smile. “Of course. Be back in a flash.”

She ducked out of the trailer, leaving Ryou with Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. He could see them tilt their heads in the mirror, and Bakura’s worried face scrunching through his makeup.

“Are you alright? Our Ryou gets bad headaches from time to time. You might be experiencing one of those.”

“Actually,” Ryou used his toes to pivot the stool, “I don’t think it’s related to your Ryou at all. Give me a second, I’m trying to…” His words disappeared as the voices, no longer overlapped, returned. Though still quiet, he could finally make out some of the words being spoken. Pressing his fingertips into his temples, he strained to hear, face wrinkled with effort.

“Three hours! It took three hours for them to basically tell us to go fuck ourselves?!”

“I told you I couldn’t guarantee anything. I tried, Touzoku-Ou, I really did.”

“The worst part is I believe you, Pharaoh! What I don’t believe is the gods are as ‘unable to assist’ as they say! What do they have against me and my families?! Long before I committed crimes against them, they damned my village, and now they’re damning Ryou, who has done nothing but dare to associate with me?!”

“Calm down, Touzoku-Ou. We’ll save Yadonushi without the gods’ help.”

“Of course we will, that’s not the issue! I truly want to know why they hate us so much! They hated me enough to let my village be massacred, they hated you enough to leave you in Zorc’s clutches—”

“Don’t say the name, dammit!”

“—and apparently they hate Rohi enough to strand him in other realms where who knows what is happening to him! You know if it was the pharaoh or his light, they would bend over backwards to help! I’m fucking sick of them treating my loved ones like outcasts!”

“Touzoku-Ou, please. I know this must be infuriating, but I do believe they are unable to help this time. I really, really don’t think they are trying to hurt you or your family this time around.”

“You’re already their favorite, Pharaoh. You don’t need to suck their cocks more.”

“Omri, don’t make me openly take the pharaoh’s side. Please. Just… Come here. Sit down. Take some breaths.”

“Fuck this, Bakura. Fuck the gods. Fuck everything.”

“Shh, c’mon, don’t cry in front of Mr. King. It’ll only make you feel worse… Let’s go back to our room for a bit.”

“I want to stay with Ryou.”

“I know, but you need to step out for a minute.”

“Hey!”

Ryou blinked at the shout, losing his focus on the faint words. He was distantly aware of droplets streaking down his face. The other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou stood in front of him, each looking into his eyes, each with concern written across his face.

Touzoku-Ou asked, “What’s going on? You started crying all of the sudden…”

“Touzoku-Ou…” The dark-skinned man leaned in, expectant. “No, sorry… Not you… He’s hurting. Him and Bakura both…” Ryou smiled sadly at them. “Thank you for being so kind and understanding, but I can’t wait here any longer. It’s a shame, I would have liked to have seen the show.”

The pair reached for him, Bakura squeezing Ryou’s hip and Touzoku-Ou grasping his hand. Gently, Bakura asked, “You think you can do it on your own? I thought you needed help from your world the first time.”

“With or without outside help,” Ryou assured him, “I need to get back to them. Being away is painful, and knowing they’re suffering breaks my heart. Don’t worry; once I vacate this body, your Ryou should come back.”

Both of them frowned, and Bakura, pulling back his hand from Ryou’s hip, mumbled, “Should? No offense, kiddo, but I’d prefer you swear it.”

“I can’t promise everything will go smoothly, but I promise to check back as soon as I can. If for whatever reason he’s not back, I’ll find a way to help you.”

They exchanged a glance, not pleased by the mysterious circumstances but nodding nonetheless. Touzoku-Ou pressed his lips to the back of Ryou’s stolen hand. His words, spoken in a gravelly purr, seemed to carry heated desire for him, not their actual boyfriend.

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re wearing our love’s face, but I can’t help but trust you. Make sure you come back for a first row seat and a private show sometime.”

Somewhat flushed by the sultry whisper and unexpected affection, Ryou managed a crooked smile, tearing his eyes away from them and towards the mirror. He approached cautiously, uncertain if the same trick would work again, and pushed his palms onto the glass. He dug, deeper and deeper, into his soul. The magic bubbled to the surface faster than before, lighting the mirror first beneath his flesh, then all at once. Gasps at his back encouraged him, drove him to push harder.

The surface morphed, and Ryou barely kept an elated cry in his throat when, through the haze of magic and what seemed to be a doorway, he saw his boyfriends. They laid on a bed, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. The men behind him saw them, too, he guessed since Bakura muttered, “That’s so freakin’ weird…”

“Please let this work,” Ryou pleaded to any force who would listen. He inhaled, deep, steady, and exclaimed as loud as he could, “‘Kura! Roh albi!”

Their reaction started gradually, like they were dazed and distrustful of their own ears. Bakura propped up on his elbows. Ryou watched his russet eyes trail over the surface of the room, diving into the shadows tucked into each corner, and at long last finding him through the doorway.

“Yanushi?” He heaved his slender body over Touzoku-Ou’s, tumbling in a very non-thief-king manner off the bed. “Ryou, is that you? Touzoku-Ou, tell me I’m not seeing shit.”

“Fucking hell!” Touzoku-Ou sprang after him. “No, you aren’t seeing shit, unless I am, too.”

They rushed the mirror, barely allowing each other through the doorway in the hurry, and Bakura reached over what Ryou assumed to be a bathroom counter. He lined his palm to Ryou’s, and the surge of energy shocked Ryou, almost making him pull back with a yelp.

Touzoku-Ou mimicked the action, and again, Ryou struggled to keep from pulling away. Their magics mixed through the glass portal, light and dark, stabbing into his palms. It wasn’t painful, he supposed, so much as powerful. Like several static shocks on loop.

“I can hardly see you, Yadonushi,” Bakura groaned, his eyes narrowing. “How did you even manage this?”

“By luck or convenient fluke, the same way everything seems to happen,” Ryou laughed, and the tears down his face no longer carried sadness. “Can you help pull me through? I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up — it’s draining me by the second.”

Frustrated, Touzoku-Ou growled, the sound rumbling from deep in his throat. “We’re going to try , Rohi, but it didn’t work with Kek and Atem helping. Fuck, I want it to work, but…”

“It almost did, though!” Ryou laid his forehead on the glass, wishing it was Touzoku-Ou’s shoulder. “I was so close. I swore I could have touched you.” 

He winced, knees wobbling, elbows shaking. His palms began to burn, and he continued urgently, “We don’t have a lot of time! This body can’t handle my heka, and I can feel myself losing strength. Help pull me through, please!”

Through the mirror, he saw their magic swell in response to his cries. Touzoku-Ou appeared to be burning in scarlet flames, while Bakura’s magic swirled from ground to ceiling like a void. He pushed himself harder than he ever had in his own body, hoping he wouldn’t leave lasting damage on his unwitting landlord, and the pure frenzy coursing through his veins told him his limit was fast approaching.

The Bakura and Touzoku-Ou behind him gasped again, stepping back from the white and gold light emanating from their lover’s body. They watched the light build and build until they couldn’t bear looking at it anymore. A sound like distant thunder boomed through the trailer, and when everything became silent, the light vanished.

The two men looked up, cautiously opening their aching eyes. Their boyfriend’s body, slumped over Mai’s vanity, began to fall, knees too exhausted to hold his weight any longer. Bakura caught Ryou easily, stepping back to brace himself as he held him. Over his shoulder, Touzoku-Ou worriedly touched the boy’s cheek.

“Ryou? Are you okay, little gem?”

To their relief, two brown eyes peeked up through mostly lidded sockets. He spoke, soft and timid. “Baku? Tou?”

They planted sweet kisses down his face, happy to hear him giggle despite his obvious exhaustion. His eyes opened a bit more, still heavy, and he asked, “What happened? I… I can’t remember anything since I went to lay down for my nap.”

“A lot happened,” Touzoku-Ou sighed and brushed the other’s bangs from his face. “And quite honestly, I’m not sure what exactly it all was.”

Bakura grunted in agreement, his gaze pulled to the mirror. “Hopefully everything worked out for him. At least you’re okay.”

“Huh? I’m confused, guys.”

They took turns kissing his forehead, and Bakura continued, “Go to sleep, beautiful. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

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[god-sent-gender-bent]

THISSSS

As an older bi woman, I'm SO tired of bi women saying "Oh yeah haha I'm a lesbian, but (boyfriend) got lucky." Or "I LOVE women, they're SO hot, but unfortunately I'm dating a man now 🤮🤪"

NO!!!!!!! STOP!!!! First of all, bi women, you NEVER have to apologize for loving men. Men are great! (not Shitty Men™️, we all know the ones) All kinds of men! I love men! They're great! They're hot and the give great hugs!!! Part of being bi is loving men (for the majority of us. I'm not getting into the nuance of same and other gender attraction, I'm 30, tired, and on my lunch break) You should never apologize for your sexual preferences. If it's 90% men and 10% women, you're still bi! If it's 90% women and 10% men, you're still bi! If it's 99% women and 1% men and you happen to date the 1%, you're still bi!

Second of all: Stop disrespecting your male partners with that "oh he lucked out or I'd be a lesbian." That is SO rude. Imagine how it would feel if he was like "Oh yeah, I'd be hooking up with men all night, but unfortunately I have a woman." That feels shitty!!!!! If you EVER feel like it's unfortunate that you're with your male partner instead of a woman: BREAK. UP. Because either you need to reevaluate your own preferences (which is fine! You can think you're bi and actually be a lesbian! It's ok!!!) or be single/open relationship/poly if you can't get other people (women) off your mind when you're with your male partner.

My husband is the most supportive, compassionate, kind man I've ever met (part of why I fell for him.) His strong hands have held me through some of the worst times in my life and through some of the best sexy times. I wouldn't trade him for the world. Do I think women are hot? Yes! Absolutely! I've had girlfriends that were absolutely stunning! But I am fully committed to my husband, and that includes not making shitty remarks that imply I don't actually like him and wish I was with women instead.

Bi women: Stop being ashamed of your male romantic partners. And if someone else shames you for your romantic partner they're an asshole. Part of being queer is specifically NOT judging someone else's sexual preferences. Men are loveable. They're strong and capable and intelligent and a million other things. Be proud to have found someone who loves and supports you and makes you happy.

And another thing: What about our Bi guys? Our trans guys? Do they not deserve to be happy with a woman because they're a man??? In what world does that make sense? Men are just as deserving of love as anyone else on this planet and the perks of being a bi woman is dammit, I can give it to them. (Well, just mine, but still... You youngins can.)

Now get out there and love a man, dammit.

Also to be crystal clear:

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ "Women" and "men" include trans men and trans women. TERFs and radfems can fuck off ❤️❤️❤️

if you think that what gender you are attrached to as an indication of morality then....you're fucking sippin the radfem juice. i hear SO MANY young women say they feel bad for being attracted to men. they groan and say, "I know it's wrong but I find men so hot."

like...what??? have we really doubled back so far that we're back to shaming women for their sexual and romantic desires???

radical feminism hurts everyone, even the ppl it claims to be for.

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cod twt visuals part 3

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk

CHARACTERS: ghost, soap, gaz, alejandro, price, könig, keegan

If the links don't work for you try logging in on twt, or opening the links from your phone's browser

ghost

❥ ghost bouncing you up and down his cock while you take a shower together- it started out innocent enough, with you just washing each other, but as his hand brushed past your breasts, his cock immediately twitched, hardening fast against your belly and he cursed under his breath, apologizing nd saying that he ruined a soft moment- but you just shake your head, "I've been wet for a while now.. you're so pretty Simon," he almost LOOOOOSES his mind

❥ anal with ghost:)

❥ p sure this one was also in a previous part but it's sOOOO GOOODDDDD like this is exactly how i envision ghost would fuck, holding you by the waist, with your back arched, nd all you can do is moan<33 "Jeeesus.. fuckin' look at you,"

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soap

❥ THISSSS BUT HE'S WEARING HIS GHOST MASK yeah, no yeah. goes absolutely feral when you start throwing your ass back at him, "Oh fuck, baby yeah..." "Get that dick,"

❥ soap doing what he does best- sucking your tits and fingering you at the same timee, loves when you grab him by the hair and angle his head upwards, so that you can push your mouth against his, panting against his lips as you make out, hips grinding down on his fingers "Fuckin' love these tits, fuuck,"

❥ riding soap:(((( he's being such a good boy for once and lets you take charge<3

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gaz

❥ kyle is a certified pussy eater and i won't hear anything different- he LIVES to go down on you, sucking and lapping at your cunt with a smirk on his face. Sometimes when he feels a lil cheeky he'll try to talk to you without pulling back- and his words get all muffled, and it's the lewdest thing ever, "S fcking goodmmf baaaby, God." "Why do you taste so good, huh?"

❥ he loooves touching you over your panties that's it that's the post

❥ yup yup yup

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alejandro

❥ he's a groaner and we all know this

❥ no but imagine you rile him up so bad that he gets fucking rough with you, fucking you dumb till you stop being a brat- making sure to grab you by the throat the minute you start running your mouth again

❥ more rough alejandro omfg.🤭

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price

❥ you ALREADY KNOWWWW side fucking with price<33333

❥ price fucking you in the car immediately after you come and pick him up from the base after mooonths of not seeing each other:( "Christ, I missed you honey.." "Did you miss me, hm? Miss this cock?"

❥ SAME VID AS IN THE FIRST PART I THINK, but some of yall cant open it so maybe you can from this one<3

❥ try not to get caught fucking on base with price FAILED again bc of how loud you're both moaning, and he still thinks y'all are being careful 💀 pls (ghost is literally traumatized and avoids eye contact with you at all costs)

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könig

❥ please, PLEASE let könig fuck your thighs, he'll go feral omfg

❥ not a visual, but könig touching himself nd thinking about you???? yeah you best believe he's loud af. Pretty baby almost cries when he makes himself cum, all the while thinking that it's your pussy that's taking it all in<3

❥ könig always makes sure he preps you well, and what better way than to use his mouth??

bonus

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keegan

❥ keegan can never help himself whenever he wakes up next to you, you just look too fucking good- his cock hardening at the sight of you, still naked from the night before and he curses, his hands sliding down your back to cup your ass, whispering against your neck "Wake up baby.. I need you,"

❥ no cause why would keegan do this?? he's a fucking menace i just know it

❥ he would have cum inside you anyway, but the fact that you asked for it? it makes his mind fog up, literally can't think of anything else besides you and how fucking good your pussy feels around his cock<3

<3

[hotwings0203]

Fighter bakugou giving his s/o a punishment: not feeding her for a week because he thinks she did something bad. Eventually he finds out she was innocent (so the punishment was not needed) he wants to pamper his darling and buying her favorite foods and sweets but finds her dangerously underweight and refusing any food

Now thissss hehe this is good

Tw:noncon implication, abuse, depression, starvation

You had begged on your knees for mercy, practically slobbered over his feet as you prostrated below him, pleading for him to believe you. It didn’t matter, you still went through half a day of being fucked halfway suspended in midair and then whipped with a crop.

You wanted to die. Truly, and utterly die. You had never felt that much pain before. You thought you knew that the sting of a fighter’s hand felt like fire, but the thin riding crop was its own version of hell.

And then, three days later, he runs to you, panic written all over his face as he frantically lowers you from the suspension. He must have found out that you truly didn’t misplace his gloves, he just forgot to take them out of his bag in favor of cornering you and pressing his day-long erection into your ass.

“I’m sorry.”

“I messed up.”

“Are you wrists okay?”

“Please eat, just fucking eat, you don’t want to be punished again do you?”

Your purple wrists are slathered with ointment, your torn ass has bandages that wrap around your upper thighs. Every damn day he runs around town to your old favorite cuisines and buys platter after platter for you, but you just can’t eat.

His hands which throttled your neck and strung you up in chains were oh so gentle now, as they cupped your chin and poked food through your unwavering mouth.

Bakugo can barely stomach to lift you up, lest he feels your ribs poking through your stick thin body and leer at him. He just grits his teeth and swallows the impending bile in his throat when you murmur weakly to him, asking what’s wrong.

“You need to…take a bath. Get up, I know you can stand. Stop pretending.”

And it takes all the will of a fighter inside him not to burst into tears when your cracked throat croaks something out, and you offer your skeletal arms to him.

He can’t even hit you anymore, he’s sure that one smack and your bones would combust all together.

In his eyes he sees the end and tries to fight it, and in yours you see the end and try to embrace it as quickly as you can.

You don’t have the strength of a fighter in you, unlike him.

[4filen0tfound4]

hey can you do a character analysis/comparison on zonic and shard to find out what silver likes in his men

Cries. They’re both stupid guys who piss her off idk. Real analysis tho

Ok Ok so Shard and Zonic have completely different origins. One was created purely to cause chaos and the other was created purely for order and stability.

However, they’re both Sonic. Yet how they view that is also entirely different. Ever since Shard was just “Metal Sonic” his entire purpose was not only to live up to him (power wise), but to best him. After he was rebuilt, he wanted nothing more but to live up to Sonic. Sure he could match with him power wise, but he couldn’t just copy and paste his exact personality and friend groups. I think his entire arc was him becoming his own person and realizing he’s more than just Metal or Sonic. With Zonic, he knows he’s just like Sonic, and even believes that he can beat him if he really needed to. Due to his origins, he feels superior to Sonic, while Shard looks down on his origins as it’s the exact cause of his insecurities. I believe, despite these differences, their core values and personalities are very similar. Zonic puts up this serious front for the sake of a mission, but it barely lasts that long. They’re both so. GOOFY. They make terrible puns nobody laughs at besides themselves and can act cheeky if they believe they’re better than whoever they’re being cheeky with. They’re also quick to act. Like a pathetic wet cat. The moment their insecurities are exposed and if there’s a doubt in their mind they fumble. I think it affects Zonic more than Shard, because he’s so used to being so sure of himself that if something goes wrong, it messes him up like crazy. Thissss is what also affects how they interact with Sonic. Despite his superiority complex, Zonic is really dependent on Sonic. This can stem off of his own fears that are now eased when he works along Sonic, or just the fact that Sonic is from the Prime Zone and without Sonic there’s literally no. Purpose for him. No matter what, Sonic is the OG and Zonic is the copy. His entire world is structured after Sonic’s and made to protect and defend Sonic’s. Shard has the exact same dilemma concerning Sonic, but it’s now taken from a more personal level (which I rlly enjoy and makes the comparison more fun) His interactions after he was rebuilt started out tense, but through the development of friendship and his displays of kindness, he was able to become Sonic’s friend. I’m not gonna say Zonic and Sonic didn’t develop a friendship bc they definitely did, but Sonic put trust in Zonic *after* Zonic revealed he was him. It was more like a “I have to trust you bc you are me even tho I can’t always agree with you” then develop a friendship rather than “You have to earn my trust because I never had any for you in the first place” like it was for Shard

BUT WHATEVER WHO CARES AB SONIC LETS TALK AB SILVER !!! Shard and Silver had more of a one sided enemy thing going on. Silver wasn’t there to make friends, but ended up making friends anyway because idk this is sonic the hedgehog. They were very. Brash and rude to each other, but Shard was clearly having fun teasing and messing with Silv while Silv was debating on killing him like half the time (I’m getting lazy just reread the wiki page like the rest of us) Because Zonic fucking DIED and every zone was erased besides the prime zone (which was a fucking LIE bc of the silver age and like several other issues but whatever) Silv and Zonic never interacted howeverrrr it’s easy to predict how they’ll interact. Silv, unless told that he could trust him in the beginning and that they need to work together, would be hostile and probably bite him ngl. Zonic, esp after the Silver Age, would probably arrest Silver. This would cause Silver to be on edge and they would probably fight a lot. Zonic would win but not rlly bc Silver doesn’t stop fighting that’s like his thing. I still think that although their fights would like strain their relationship, they would end up becoming allies due to having a similar goal and a similar way to attain it. Also thank god Silver is finally partnered with someone who wouldn’t blink if told he needs to kill someone in order to maintain order. They both have the same job and morals, so if they ever got over their differences then they would probably make a good team. So um TLDR Silver likes guys that he hates and finds annoying and only get in her way, only to find out it’s a good kind of annoying and they can rlly be her friends. They’re just like me fr

[ackerpreach]

This ending .... I can name 500 reasons and I will name them right now, because I don’t think I’m the only one who is upset with how things turned out. (Also, A positive message for all of you at the end)

MAJOR LEAKS SPOILERS/ READ WITH CAUTION

Update: after reading more theories from fellow RM bloggers, and sleeping over it one day, this entire chapter might be an april fools... Don't fully lose hope yet beautiful people. It's me just giving a review on a possible fake April fools chapter

After following this franchise since 2013, so nearly a DECADE. this ending is a pure disserve to the entire fandom. I feel like Yams has rushed it just for the sake of being done with the entire manga. So many things are left open, characters and their developemt are reverted back all the way to chapter 1 or are left even worse than that...

Mikasa’s worthless character development/ Aaronmika’s horrible toxic codependent relationship 

Oh honey... Let’s start with how horrible Isayama has treated her. We were all rooting for her, because we all felt like she was so misunderstood. She had a horrible childhood and imprinted on a guy who treated her like trash 99 percent of the story. And then, slowly but surely, she starts to realize she has to stop obsessing over him in the uprising arc with the help of a real man who treats her like a queen, more importantly, he treats her like a real human being. This man sees her for her abilities and that she has the power to be self dependent. She learned parts of herself, that she was able to work together with him like no one else could.  She learned parts of herself she was unable to do so if she kept obsessing about Aaron. All this love, care, mutual understanding and RESPECT these two shared. 

but...NAH FUCK THAT, right Yams?? Throw all this development away, all this bonding. Let’s make the main female lead even more yandere than she already was in the first season. Let her make out with his decapacitated head (like dude, this is also pure disrespect to Aaron’s dead body btw) and let her obsess even more about the guy who has treated her no better than a piece of toilet cloth 99 percent of the time. The guy who was never really appreciative in front of her for saving his ass billions of times, who always pushed her away, who yells at her and snaps at her whenever he can instead of reasoning and talking calmly with her in mature way. (EVEN PARODY YOUTUBE CHANNELS WHO DONT SHIP ANYTHING MAKE IT A TROPE WHERE AARON TELLS MIKASA HE HATES HER GUTS WHENEVER HE CAN) 

Then after all that, suddenly Yams tries to last minute persuade us Aaron’s always been head over heels for her???  He should have build their relationship better which he hasn’t even tried to do so... He must be thinking his fans are stupid for eating this from his hands.    

Like seriously??? What is this??? 

Isayama is just fully contradicting himself. It’s like someone tipped him off with a buttload of money for him to write Aaron like this to satisfy shipping needs and to cash in those extra money’s from it. Even if he tried to cater to Erem*ika, this is not how you write a loving and caring couple which people will root for. 

This next two panels just freaking infuriates me to the core of my soul. I can’t even describe how dissapointed I am with Mikasa. 

Why is she clutching that head so obsessively like that?  Why is she walking and turning her back away from her comrades? After everything they have done for her, after all they’ve been through?! After everything Armin has done? Standing up for Mikasa, beating up Aaron for hurting her. I feel like even Jean, Connie and Sasha have cared more for her in a healthy way.  Sure, Aaron cares for her romantically too apparently (What a twist Yams :)), but has he aided her to becoming a mentally healthier individual? Has he aided in her mental stability? The answer is a big fat NO!  All I see between these two after today’s raw Chapter’s are too Yandere obsessed individuals who have no clue on how to maintain a healthy relationship. 

Love should only go as far as the heart can endure and it seems like her character is not willing to be aware of that. Even Armin was able to let go of Aaron in those latest panels. Why does her entire character resolve around this guy??? I really do not understand. Her Ackerbond and her age is not an excuse for her to throw her life away like this. 

Shonen’s disgusting portrayal of women 

I’ve seen this countless of times in the many years I’ve watched anime. SasuS*ku from Naruto, Ichih*me from Bleach, Shinji and that oranged hair girl from Neon Evangelion.. Why do these women get decreased to simpletons with one single goal? And that is to obsess over a bland male lead who either treats them like trash or doesn’t notice them up until the last last chapter (LITERALLY WHAT YAMS HAS DONE). Some go even as far as the male leading wanting the kill the female love interest and yet the female lead is still in love with them???. It’s disgusting for him to write the MAIN female character this way. 

It’s dissapointing we believed in Isayama doing Mikasa’s character right. That she’s finally being able to let go of her codependency and to live for herself maybe live in Hizuru and find more about her roots???, but every single time she shows some improvement, it’s burried deep in the ground again by the Author. It almost seems like a lowkey kink of some of the male Mangaka’s to write about a girl obsessing over them no matter what. I see this so many times to the point that I truly stand behind it that some of them might have this fantasy. 

I wished he didn’t portray her last panels like this. Everyone else is living their lives while Mikasa is still grieving about him. I’m not saying she’s not allowed to grieve and everyone takes it at their own pace, but cmon... Show her living her life too. This is too much. Her being next to his grave and grieving him as her last panels just shoves it in our faces that YET AGAIN, BEING OBSESSED WITH AARON IS ALL HER CHARACTER STANDS FOR. 

I truly despise how Isayama handles her grieving, kissing his decapacitated head, carrying it around like some handbag, and her last panels being thissss.

The world leaving Paradis alone miraciously after all that??? 

It’s so weird and out of place with so many political feuds and disagreements between the world and Paradis, the entire Rumbling happening and we can see Mikasa just chilling outside in Paradis with no one bothering them. You can see the rings of the walls in the picture below.  I don’t know the exact reason behind as the manga is still in Korean, but from what I see, the story went the route of: throwing a happy ending without enough proper reason and  it was all fixed just like that in a snap! It doesn’t fit the entire narrative of attack on titan for things to be so peacful out of nowhere. When it comes to the narrative, how things work in that world, how hard it is to achieve peace, everything made somewhat sense up until chapter 138. 139 seems so so out of place...  It’s like I’m reading a chapter from a totally different manga. 

Aaron Yoghurt got defeated so easily/ Aaron’s character assassination

The build up on the first part of the rumbling was great, those kids carrying coins. You could feel humanity’s fear and Aaron’s hatred in those pages. As if he truly had a goal and he has turned away completely from his comrades and his closest friends with no return. The world seemed truly doomed, but he  got defeated just like that. He was in the nape all this time (because screw the warhammer power of hiding yourself elsewhere in his ginormous titan body). There is no master plan as we all expected, and in the end he just acts all yandere in the paths with Armin and that’s it... They massacared his entire character as well. Many fan theories created a better ending with his character. Him being reincarnated as Historia’s baby would be so much better. For him to still keep on seeking and to strive for power. It has always been his motive. It’s his personality from the start until chapter 138. Even if things are okay, to keep on going and to seek that adventure, but then.. He’s so weak and directionless suddenly.. It’s so weird... This is not Aaron at all???

Using Aaron for him this entire post, because I don’t want others to invade our tags... :)))

Historia’s baby 

The only panel we got from Historia’s child was this. Just a normal kid, normal life... Why did Isayama put so much effort in highlighting Historia’s pregnancy if it was nothing too spectacular anyway? It seemed he had major plans for this kid and for their development too??? It’s again, big plans, big developments, big relationship dynamic, but all  got thrown out of the window... 

Don’t read the next sentence if you are a minor :’) 

It’s like almost ejaculating, but stopping right before it and repeating that every single Arc.

My energy when writing about this chapter is the same as Nostalgia Critic and his hatred for atla the live action

In Conclusion...

I know us fans should not be deciding on how this story should end, because this is Isayama’s story after all, but I truly wished for him to wrap up things much more rounded. There are so many unanswered questions... Again, I think for the sake of being done with this manga, he rushed all of it. He’s become a millionaire from this story and now his pockets are jammed full, I guess he doesn’t need to put in any effort anymore, right? Perhaps a controversial opinion, but I really wished he cared for his fans a little bit more with this last chapter by giving some answers that make sense at least. It’s his fans who gave him this platform and the opportunity to tell his story and for him to at least give in a bit of effort especially in the last chapter is the least he can do. Rivamika being canon or not, he truly rushed it without thinking much about the entire story line. He expanded it so much, he didn’t know how to bind it all together.

Even after all this, I’ll still ship them in the headcanon type of way. I do give credit to Isayama for giving us a template for such a beautiful dynamic between Levi and Mikasa. He decides to waste it, but that doesn’t mean we have to.  I want to thank all the people with amazing writing skills, the ones who give us beautiful art like @carmenlee @phit chan @vialesana​ and many more. I want to remind all of you that we can create something beautiful of our own and we don’t neccesarily need canon lore for that. The art I’ve seen, the fanfictions I’ve read have touched me deeper than Isayama ever could at times.The Mikasa in our mind is appreciate of Levi, is mature, classy and has a strong will for herself. They spend their remaining days together peacefully. Keep writing, keep drawing, stay creative. 

I love you all so so much, I’ve only been publicly active since March, but thank you Rivamika fandom for giving me so much joy as a lurker these past 7 years <3

[justkeeptrekkin]

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Some hurt/comfort for you all. 

***

The bedside lamp is on. It’s going to take another millennia for Crowley to get used to having a bedside lamp. It’s more common for him to saunter into his dark bedroom and immediately go to sleep- he’ll even put on a pair of pyjamas, if he’s feeling especially luxurious. Bedside lamps don’t usually factor into his routine. Not exactly required, with night-vision. 

But now, his routine has changed significantly. It’s made room for a certain angel, who likes having a bedside lamp on- who likes being able to see what he’s reading, before turning in for the night. 

Crowley buries his face in his pillow, where it’s blissfully dark and the light doesn’t irritate his eyes. It’s not just this that he’s had to accommodate; no, it’s Aziraphale’s very striking lack of sleep, as well. Aziraphale will sit there with a light on for hours, reading beside Crowley, not sleeping until he decides he may as well. Sleep is not something either of them need; it is something that Crowley enjoys significantly more than Aziraphale; it’s something that Aziraphale has decided to “try out”, like a new hobby, since Crowley moved in and miracled a bedroom. 

On top of that, Aziraphale has, in his own words, decided to “do this whole sleeping thing properly”. Crowley has had to make room for hot chocolate or decaffeinated tea before bed. He’s allowed blankets and extra cushions and Egyptian cotton sheets. They have a linen cupboard for all of it. His normal, wallowing sleeping habits have been entirely disregarded. 

He is very much alright with that. 

“Are you awake?” Crowley lets out a long, sleepy breath. It makes his face hot, where it’s pressed against the pillow. “Mmmph.”

“Is the light keeping you awake? Be honest with me, Crowley.” “Smufuuhhn.”

“Sorry?”

Eyes still closed, Crowley rolls his head so he can speak, words unmuffled. Relatively. “S’fine.”

“Alright.”

Truthfully, it’s all taking a lot of getting used to. The reason he hasn’t argued with Aziraphale is because he likes having him here. He loves having Aziraphale here, and that makes all the bright lights and sickly sweet bedtime drinks tolerable. (Tolerable. He will never admit to them being nice.) That doesn’t mean that it isn’t sometimes a bit unsettling. There’s still that very large part of himself that’s uncomfortable, unsettled with being happy. After all, it’s natural to feel wary of the unfamiliar. 

He yawns. His jaw unhinges slightly, and he corrects it so as not to inadvertently slip into his snake form. “What you reading,” he mumbles.

Though his eyes are shut, he hears Aziraphale put his book down on the bed sheets. Perhaps looking at the cover. “Brideshead Revisited.” “Again?” “I know. I’m an old bore.”

“Mm. We knew that already.”

Aziraphale tuts. “Thank you.”

Crowley doesn’t smile, but he feels it in his chest. How little has changed, despite the fact that everything has changed. 

He cracks open an eye. 

A bright, yellow light glows on the other side of the bed. It fractures around Aziraphale’s silhouette. Like a halo, but more artificial. No, when Aziraphale shines, he shines brighter and more beautifully than an Ikea lamp. Right now, Aziraphale has returned to his book, legs stretched in front of him under the sheets and reading glasses perched at the end of his nose. Tartan pyjamas with a red trim. Unlike Crowley, Aziraphale is comfortable with being comfortable. At least, he’s better at it than him; it suits him better. 

Crowley lies there, one eye looking. Breathing slowly and silently. A little like when he’s a snake, hiding in the grass; he doesn’t want Aziraphale to notice him watching, committing this to memory. Maybe, if Crowley looks longer, watches longer, memorises this, he’ll convince himself that it won’t all disappear.

Inevitably, Aziraphale does look away from his book. Bright eyes looking down at him. He blinks, and his expression turns into pure love. A look of adoration that only an angel could nail so perfectly. 

“Darling boy,” Aziraphale says gently. 

Crowley watches Aziraphale’s hand come to stroke his head. He closes both eyes for a moment and feels it. 

“You should sleep,” Aziraphale whispers. His thumb stroking the hair out of his forehead. “Otherwise you’ll be a terrible grouch tomorrow.” Crowley snorts. “Cheers.” “You know it’s true,” he chastises quietly, humour in his voice. 

It’s warm. And he’s forgotten that his eyes are closed. He’s forgotten everything except the feel of Aziraphale’s hand on his head. He barely hears Aziraphale when he says: 

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

***

It’s so hot. Hotter than Hell, and he should know.

It’s hot enough that his tears boil his skin and his throat goes dry. His body is evaporating. And he’s pulled further into the bowels of the furnace, where the flames wriggle more freely, like they’re laughing. He’s pulled further in and he watches the shop, this corner of his heart- he watches it crumble, dancing in Hell orange. 

“AZIRAPHALE! AZIRAPHALE FOR GOD- FOR SA- FOR SOMEBODY’S SAKE WHERE ARE-”

Something explodes. Something happens that means he’s suddenly thrown across the room but he doesn’t know how. His mind will only take him as far as you’re on the floor. You’re looking at the ceiling. You’re alone, now.

It’s so hot. It’s hot, so why is he shivering? Why do the tears keep coming, where are they coming from- everything should have dried up, everything has disappeared- everything inside him has been scooped out and cooked and smashed. The brittle, hollow person that he is. A fragile little glass demon, molded for evil, made empty and aching. Filled with traitorous love for an angel. There’s nothing left inside him now. They’ve taken it all, emptied him again. 

“Somebody killed my best friend…”

It’s so hot. It’s hot and he’s burning and he feels ash and smoke clog up his throat. He kneels amongst the rubble. But that’s not what makes this feels like hell. 

“BASTARDS!”

He could stay here forever. What good would it do to leave? What good would any of it-

“Crowley?” He can’t see through the fog, the tears, the smoke, the sleep-haze of his mind. He doesn’t need to see.

“Crowley- Crowley-”

Like an electric shock- he hears himself gasp- he jumps upright- convulses with deep breaths- his whole body shakes. 

“Crowley- oh, Crowley. It’s alright. It’s alright-”

It’s only then that he begins to see what’s around him- the yellow light of the bedside lamp, the sheets tangled at his feet. Aziraphale, sat in front of him. Huge, anxious eyes trying to make contact with his, a weak smile on his lips. 

“You’re here, you’re, you’re, you’re-”

And before Crowley even realises that he’s said this aloud, he’s brought into a tight hug. His own cold, clammy skin pressed against Aziraphale’s cheek; soft eiderdown hair in his vision. 

“I’m here. I’m here, dearest.” 

He feels Aziraphale’s hand on his head, gently stroking through his curls. He feels another pressed firmly against his back. Held there, as if to stop him from drifting away. And that’s what brings him back- that’s what brings Crowley back to the moment, what makes the scorching heat on his skin disappear and the hollow feeling fill again. That’s what brings him back to now, to a world where Aziraphale is alive, and he feels the sob of relief rise out of him. 

His fingers dig into Aziraphale’s back, and he clings on for dear life. 

“You’re here, now,” Aziraphale soothes. “It’s alright now.” Crowley is still shaking. He’s shaking because there’s that bitter little animal inside of him that doesn’t believe Aziraphale, that’s angry at him for telling him something so stupid, gnashing it’s teeth at the idea of trusting and relaxing and the suggestion of not being on high alert. 

It makes him dizzy, how fast he pulls away from Aziraphale and stands up. 

He backs away from his angel. His angel looks back- calm. Prepared. Hands raised like a lion tamer. Kneeling on the bed, amongst a cloud of bedsheets. 

“Don’t,” Crowley growls. Backs away a step further. Aziraphale’s serious eyes fixed on him, hands on his tartaned knees. “Don’t. Don’t.” “Alright,” Aziraphale nods slowly. Expression neutral, quiet. “Alright.” “You have- you don’t- don’t, jusssssssssst don’t, don’t say it’s alright now, ssssstop saying alright.” Aziraphale listens. Crowley grips the material of his pyjama top in his hand, as if to tear it off, although he doesn’t. He’s trapped and exposed all at once and he wants to shed his skin like he’s still a snake. 

“You don’t know, sssso you can’t say it’ssss alright because you don’t know, you don’t know what’ll happen or what the next ineffable-f-fucking-plan issssss or, you- you can’t, it could all go wrong any minute and you could disappear again just like lassssst- like lasssssssssssst- like-”

None of this really feels like it’s happening yet. It’s the middle of the night, nothing feels real, he doesn’t trust that Aziraphale’s really there and this feels like the dream. This feels like the moment that will disappear, not the burning bookshop. Oh yes, the burning bookshop feels like it’s been branded inside of him forever. But this-

“Thissss- thissss- for FUCK’S sake. This. This is transient. It’ssss not. It’s.”

“Crowley.” Aziraphale’s voice breaks, so he swallows. His expression breaks too, so he corrects it. Body bathed in gold light and shadow. “Crowley.” “Don’t pander me, don’t say those thingssss.” He hears his own voice break now. Feels his face contort with tears. Feels his hands grip the material of his pyjama top again, clutching like a child. “Don’t lie to me. Nothing’sss alright forever.” “Things have changed,” Aziraphale replies quietly. 

“NOTHING changes!” Crowley shivers, a whole body shiver. “Six thousand years should have taught you that by now, angel- Heaven, Hell- they’re never gone, it’s never over-”

“Is that what you were dreaming about,” Aziraphale asks, brows raised and eyes sad. God, Crowley’s made him sad. He can’t cope with it. He feels that snarling animal in him falter, whimper. “Is this about Heaven and Hell, Crowley? Because,” Aziraphale shakes his head uselessly. “I don’t know what to do about that. I’m so sorry. I’d do anything to make you feel safe, darling boy. I don’t know how I can do that, not yet, except tell you that I’m here. I’m here.”

“You died, Aziraphale.”

Crowley gasps a shuddering breath. Aziraphale’s eyes flutter and widen in horror and understanding. 

“You died. You discorporated, died- however you want to look at it- they killed you and you were gone and I was alone, and I didn’t- I was going to let the world burn for it, angel. I was going to let all of it burn and I was going to go with it because you weren’t here-”

“Crowley-”

“There’s no point in any of this, being here, there’s no point of wine or music or Bentleys without you and you just disappeared. You died, you let yourself get killed and you bloody well left me and I- I- you were gone, angel, you… You and me. How can I believe this’ll stay?”

Aziraphale’s up from the bed faster than he’s ever seen him move before. And Crowley goes to meet him- throws himself into Aziraphale’s hug the moment he’s on his feet. They stand there in the semi-dark room and hold each other, Crowley’s choking, coughing sobs filling the little room. There’s a half empty cup of hot chocolate on his bedside, and the marshmallows have congealed. Aziraphale’s book is on the floor, pages open. And he feels the damp of Aziraphale tears on his shoulder. 

“My dear. My dear, dear, Crowley.” Aziraphale’s voice wobbles and strains. Like a bow shuddering along the strings of a violin. “I love you so much. With everything I have.”

Crowley presses his face against Aziraphale’s shoulder. “I love you,” he croaks. 

Crowley clutches. Aziraphale’s hands press tighter against Crowley’s back. 

“There is no way in Heaven, Hell, Limbo, Earth or whatever dimension God may have devised that would stop me from being by your side. If I’m discorporated again-” Aziraphale sighs. “I’d do anything to come back to you. I’d find you no matter what, Crowley, just like last time. Do you understand?” “I’m sssorry for making you cry,” Crowley whispers.

“Crowley, do you understand? You must know that I’d never leave you, not really. Never.” “Aziraphale.” 

His angel is so soft, so gentle to hold. He doesn’t fracture or break like Crowley does. He bends and pillows the blow of every painful thing. His arms are around him and he feels held. 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale says. “My love. You don’t have to trust me yet-”

He feels sick with guilt. “I do-”

“I understand, Crowley,” Aziraphale says. And then he pulls away a little, enough that he can look at Crowley, enough that he can see Aziraphale’s watery blue eyes and blushing pink face. His hands cup Crowley’s face. “I understand you may not believe it yet, but it’s true. No matter what happens, I’m here. I’ll find my way back to you.”

Their foreheads meet. Fresh, hot tears pour down Crowley’s cheeks. 

Aziraphale wipes them away, swallows loudly and takes a deep breath. 

“Come back to bed,” he says gently. 

They both do. Crowley carefully kneels on the bed, lies down on his side and curls up into Aziraphale, head on his arm. He lies there and feels his shaking body still, feels Aziraphale’s lips press against his sweaty forehead and stay there. Not quite a kiss, but something kinder. 

The room is quiet with their slowing breathes, naturally falling in sync. Crowley’s eyes stare at the tartan pattern of Aziraphale’s pyjamas, the buttons close enough in his vision that they blur. 

And then Aziraphale moves, just a little- stretches to his bedside table and takes a book. Crowley doesn’t move to give Aziraphale his arm back. Nor is he going to sleep any time soon. And so he allows him one hand only to open the book and prop it open against his knees.

“The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex,” Aziraphale reads. “Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park, in the centre of their property, where, for many generations, they had lived in so respectable a manner as to engage the general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance…”

Crowley doesn’t question it. He doesn’t see the point in arguing, not when the sound of Aziraphale’s voice fills the hollowness. Aziraphale reads Sense and Sensibility, Crowley’s head on his arm and a hand tracing gently along his arm. They lie like that for hours, Crowley quietly listening, arm slung across Aziraphale’s stomach. 

Eventually, the light begins to wink through the crack in the curtains. It starts with that light blue almost-morning sky, then with the watery yellow of the winter sun. Crowley watches, Aziraphale’s voice filling the silence; he listens until it feels real. As real and as natural as the rising of the sun.