#I actually had a dream once where I died from a situation like that

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🩷 Conflicting Feelings 🩷 Part 3

Hugh and I ended up getting take-out for lunch. We spent the last 24 hours together. Things were nice. Things were right. The last 24 hours had been spent working out kinks of what was to come next. It was spent with hours of being in each other's arms and many passionate kisses. He'd been my person for years. These things had only ever taken place in my dreams, I never imagined them becoming a reality.  I'd always wondered what his kisses were like. The thoughts made me smile as a red blush appeared on my cheeks. 

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and looking at me through the full length mirror while resting his head on my shoulder. "What's got you turning red?" He asked, smirking at me through the mirror. 

Our height difference was pretty silly considering I'm 5'0 and he towers me at 6'2, so imagine him bending down to actually rest his chin on my shoulder. I tilted my head looking at him through the mirror, "Nothing." I said pursing my lips together. 

He chuckled, "Are you sure, love?" He asked sweetly. 

I quickly nodded, "I'm sure." before turning to look at him, staring for a moment, "What?" He asked laughing. I shook my head, "Nothing. I just can't believe this is even happening right now." I said honestly. 

He smiled, "Well it is. And if you'll have me, I'm all yours." His gaze went down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes once again. 

Flashback to September 5th, 2021: 

I was back home in South Carolina visiting family. I'd just finished playing an extra in a movie when my phone started ringing. It was Hugh, who was in England filming for his new movie The Son. Figuring he was just calling to ask about my filming experience, I answered. 

I could hear sniffling, "Hey, how was filming?" I asked, trying to hide the concern in my voice. 

He sighed, sniffling a bit more as he belted out, "My father died." the tremble in his voice killed me. 

I sighed, "Oh shit. I'm so sorry, babe. Is Deb on her way?" I asked, hoping she'd canceled whatever she had going on since he was in England alone. 

That simple question broke him, "I fucking rang her and she just said 'I'm so sorry babe, I'll see you when you get home. I can't leave the dogs.' Who the fuck says that?!" His voice dripping with hurt as he continued breaking. 

I closed my eyes, feeling my teeth start to grit, "Are you serious?" 

He sniffled, choking on his tears, "I just lost my fucking father. I'm in another country filming a movie I can't even focus on at this moment and that's all I get from her." 

I quickly put the phone and speaker and sent Deb a text. 

Me: Hey, I saw the news. If you guys need someone to keep the pups while you go to Australia, I don't mind keeping them. I miss Dali and Allegra!

She text me back almost immediately after I hit send.

Debbora-Lee: Thank you, honey. I appreciate it but I'm not going to be able to go. Ava has school stuff we can't miss unfortunately. 

I sighed, "I'm so sorry, babe. You're in England, right?" I asked knowingly as I began searching for flights on my phone. Someone has to be there and I guess if she refuses to be there, I'll have to go to make sure he can make it through his film and to make sure he's okay. 

He coughed again, "Yes, I'm in fucking London." 

I bit my bottom lip as I booked the first flight I saw, "Meet me at the airport at 11 pm your time." 

He sniffled, surprised, "Where are you? What do you mean?" He asked, confused. 

I sighed, "I'll be landing in London at 11." I said while grabbing my things, throwing them in my bag to haul ass to the airport. 

"No love, you don't have to do that. Don't mess up your time with your family." He said softly. 

"It's already paid for. Just pick me up at 11." I said as I ended the call. 

I'm pissed. I'm pissed she can't get off her ass to fly to be with her husband who just lost his father. I'm pissed my time with my family got ruined because of this fucked up situation, but he's my best friend and he obviously needs someone on his side. He called Deb, then called me. I'm pissed that I can't show this man what he means to me because of a marriage he's in with such a selfish person. But I'll go be the hero and save his ass because she refuses to. Time to put my platonic face on. 

11 PM, London, England: 

After a 10 hour flight, a comfortable bed is all I'm after. I booked a room at the same hotel Hugh was staying to be close by. I hadn't seen him in months. I was excited, despite the circumstance of why I came in the first place. I stepped off the escalator, the airport was practically dead at this time. Maybe 20 other people and I'm sure they all just got off the flight I was on. I quickly found the baggage claim, grabbing my things and checking my phone. 

"You really didn't have to do this." I heard a familiar voice, my favorite Australian say as he approached me, pulling me into a quick hug. 

He looked awful. His eyes were swollen from crying, his hair was a mess. He was almost unrecognizable.  

I shrugged, "You didn't have anybody else. That's what I'm here for." I smiled. "Take me to the hotel. I'm tired and ready to be away from airports and planes." I said, walking towards the doors. 

He gave me a sad smile, "Isn't this your first time out of the country?" He asked, looking at me, walking with me towards his car. 

I nodded, "It is. Finally putting the passport I've had for a year now to good use." I laughed. 

As we approached his car, he opened the door for me and grabbed my bags, placing them in the back, then coming to get in the driver's seat. "I'm so thankful to have someone like you in my life. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me." He said, his voice slightly shaking. 

I took a deep breath, trying to contain my own emotions, "Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, babe." I said with a small smile. 

He took me to a fast food place to grab a bite to take to the hotel with me. As we reached the hotel and got up to the room, he stopped holding his composure and broke. I couldn't help but pull him into my arms and stroke his back as he wept. I'd never seen Hugh actually cry and the sight was heartbreaking. Nonetheless, I'm glad I'm here so he isn't alone. We spent hours with him crying, telling me stories about his father and the kind of man he was, we rehearsed his lines for The Son until the sun came sweeping into the hotel room. 

Present Day:

"What's on your mind?" He asked, giving me a serious look. 

I looked at him, "Nothing, I was just thinking about the night I flew to London to see you." 

He chuckled, "Ah, the night that started it all."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "I don't remember anything being started on my part. I remember trying to call your wife and let her have it... but you wouldn't let me." I laughed at the last part. 

He laughed, "No, I wouldn't. I told you that you were better than that and I didn't want her to ban me from seeing you." He said with a smirk. 

"Honestly though, that was the night that really did something for me. I had nothing but platonic feelings for you until you did that for me. After that weekend with you, just being there, being yourself and being there for me, helping me keep my head in the game with my film, it was hard to separate myself from developing feelings for you." He said quietly, slightly shaking his head almost as if he were in disbelief.

I kissed his cheek, "I'll bet you had no idea that I was absolutely smitten with you long before that. Which is why I flew to England. Do you think I fly across the world at the drop of a hat for anyone else?" I giggled. 

He looked at me, eyes widening a little, "What? You were not. You never showed it at all." 

I rolled my eyes again, "Um sir, you were married and I did not want to fight someone over their husband. I enjoyed our friendship and respected your marriage too much to do something stupid." 

He smirked, "No, but we did have a cuddle in London." 

I gasped, laughing, "No shit, you were an emotional mess. I wasn't going to just say 'Hey, I'm heading to the other room. See ya tomorrow, big guy.' What was I supposed to do?" I said crossing my arms. 

 He laughed, pecking my lips, wrapping his arms back around me, "Okay, point well made." 

It was starting to get late, now getting closer to 10 pm. I yawned, looking at him, "I'm sorry, but I refuse to sleep on the couch again tonight. I'm going to sleep in my bed tonight. You're welcome to join me unless you want a hard sofa." 

He smiled, "I'll be there in a second, love."

I smiled sleepily, yawning again before walking towards the bedroom, "Okay." 

As I got to the bedroom, I put on a tank top and matching pajama shorts before climbing into the big king sized bed. It wasn't as comfortable as my bed at home, but it would do. About 10 minutes later, Hugh walked in interrupting the annoyingly funny reality show I was watching. 

"Miss me?" He asked cockily while taking off his jeans and t-shirt, moving the blankets to lay beside me. 

I chuckled, "No, I had Mama June and Honey Boo Boo keeping me entertained."

He rolled his eyes, "I can't believe you actually watch that." He laid his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. 

I played as if I were offended, "Don't hate. They're hilarious." 

He looked at the tv, "I'm sorry it took me awhile to come in here. I was on the phone with Oscar." His voice sounded sad.

I chewed at my lip, nervous for what was to come next, as I rested my hand on his bare chest, softly caressing it. "It's okay. Is he okay?" I asked. 

He sighed, "He's fine. He's disappointed that his mum and I couldn't fix things, but he's old enough to understand that people have to do what makes them happy."  

I looked up at him, "Well, at least he understands. Does he know where you're at?..." I asked lowly. 

Hugh sat in silence. 

"Hugh... You didn't tell him you're with me, did you?..." I asked, growing worried, lifting up to look at him. 

He shook his head, "Well not at first, no. He asked where I was. I simply said LA. He asked who I was with. I didn't say. He said 'You're with her, aren't you, dad?' and you know I'm a terrible liar." 

I exhaled the breath I'd been holding in hopes he did not tell his child I was with him. Oscar and Ava adored me, but I did not need the world thinking I ripped this man out of his marriage and away from his family. 

He rubbed my cheek, "He knows you didn't do anything wrong. He's old enough to understand the issues Deb and I have. He knew his mum and I had been practically separated for years but didn't want to actually separate for their sake." 

I shook my head, "I hope you're right. I also hope he doesn't call her and tell her." I said without thinking. 

He shook his head, "He won't. He doesn't know what we're doing or what we've talked about. He knows you're always there. He probably thinks you're making sure I don't do something stupid and just being a good friend." 

I nodded, "Okay... If you say so." 

Hugh's phone lit up, a notification from Ryan Reynolds. It was a text. Opening it, it was a screen shot of his soon-to-be ex-wife, posted up with another man. I looked at Hugh, chewing my bottom lip, anxiously awaiting his response. 

He looked at me, "Good for her. She deserves happiness." He said bluntly. 

I pursed my lips, "You took that better than I imagined." I chuckled. 

He smiled, holding his phone up to take a picture with me. "What are you doing?..." I asked, not ready for his response. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to post his own selfie to get back at her. 

He smirked, "I'm just taking a selfie with my best friend that will be going on Instagram with the caption 'That's what friends are for'." He exclaimed proud of himself as he forced me to smile for the camera by tickling my side. 

"I can't believe how toxic you are." I said with a chuckle watching him post the picture to his Instagram. You could clearly see he was shirtless, I'm in a tank top and we're close to one another. This was going to go over great on the internet. 

He chuckled, "I can be toxic, but in a sexy way." He reminded me. 

Author's Note:  I'm actually having a lot of fun writing this. Let me guess... You guys want a part four? 

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Fate’s Destiny ~ Chapter 8.5 || The Cavalry Captain

You somehow, not being able to explain it, had fallen into the Genshin world you know oh-so-well. You were no new player and had explored most of the nooks and cranny’s of the world. When you first had woken up in Windrise you wondered; it might be a dream, after all, you were behind your screen usually and now- here? It made no sense, and the world was keen on keeping it that way.

Warnings: Spoilers for main story.

Word count: 2.6k+

Summary chapter 8.5: What happens after you teleport away and land in Liyue? When you're gone, what will Kaeya do?

Auteurs note: It's been over a year. I will start a new taglist, so comment if you want to be notified at the next update!

Thanks to: @m1shapanda for giving me the motivation to continue posting this series :DD you're the mvp <3

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Some time ago, in Mondstadt:

Kaeya watches the healer scan his body with their elemental power. Their hands hover over his chest, emitting a soft glow as they check his lungs. The cavalry captain had insisted he'd be alright many times, yet Eula persisted in having him checked out, hence how he ended up in the med bay within the Favonious headquarters.

Whatever happened on Dragonspine, he knew it had to do with the Creator disappearing. After that blinding flash of light, he felt as if he died, only to painfully resurrect moments later. As good as the healers were, they wouldn’t find the answer to the ache in his chest. That much he was certain of.

An involuntary shudder washes over his body, making the healer pause and look up with concern. 

“Don’t worry.” He tries to humor the situation, “you can't make me feel worse than before.”

Almost instantly, Eula smacks the side of his shoulder and sends him a stern glare. “You’ve got some nerve joking in a situation like this. I will have vengeance for that.” 

Despite her words, Kaeya knew she cared, probably too much, considering what he’d done behind the Knights’ backs. 

“Alright, alright.” He lays back against the pillows of the bed and accepts his fate silently. 

There was no use arguing and no use talking about the situation, not with the healer present. Any word about what happened, and chaos would ensue. 

Mondstadt had been through enough already.

Kaeya and Eula would both keep their silence until they were alone in the med bay. 

The healer continues to carefully examine his state with the help of their vision until they conclude nothing was wrong. At least, nothing physical.

In the end, Kaeya got diagnosed with overexertion of his body and mind, with the simple cure of needing bed rest. It's something he despised more than grape juice or people prying into his private affairs, especially with the situation as confusing and dire with the Creator disappearing.

“Well,” Kaeya breaks the silence in the medbay once the healer had left. He lays comfortably against the pillows as he looks up at his companion, “I did tell you I felt fine.”

Saying that had been a stupid jab at Eula’s worry for him. As the words leave his mouth, he instantly regrets them. Kaeya can’t place why he’s feeling so worked up. 

“You might have fooled that healer, but you can’t fool me. I suggest you stop lying and be honest with me, or I won’t be so patient in the future.” Eula’s voice snaps back at him, cold and sharp.

He places a hand on his chest. “If there ever is another time where I’ll be hiding the Creator from my friends, you’ll be the first one to know.”

“Do not tell me you actually believe that nonsense!” Eula gestures her hands angrily in the air, “ ‘The Creator?’ How could you be so foolish?”

He frowns. It seems yet another person failed to sense the aura of the Creator.

Kaeya wonders what caused this troubling phenomenon.

He lets out a deep sigh. Even if he wanted to argue back, there was no way Eula would believe him. That, and the fact that his chest felt as if it had been caving in on itself. 

Eula brushes a strand of light blue hair out of her face. She seems to have grown calmer, or perhaps simply tired of the same back and forth arguments. ”Kaeya, you cannot hope that Amber or I will be able to keep this quiet from Jean.”

”I was never planning to.”

Eula raises an eyebrow, urging him to continue. 

”She already knows. Or so, I assume. There is no reason why Albedo or I would keep silent after what happened.” 

The cavalry captain watches Eula’s expression shift. She first seems to thoroughly inspect him and his own expressions, then, she glances away and mulls about his statement. 

When she turns her head to ask him for more, the door is slammed open. 

In a fury of rage, a familiar person dressed in red and black enters the rooms like a raging inferno. Red hair frames a face that radiates both coldness and burning hate.

Kaeya had somehow anticipated Diluc, of all people, to come and scold him of all the things he’d done. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon, and in the Favonious’ headquarters as well. 

” You .” Diluc’s voice is filled with resentment.

With the element of surprise on Diluc's side, he’s already at Kaeya’s side before Eula could interject. An angry glare is glued tightly onto his face. If Kaeya hadn’t been laying as pathetically on the flimsy bed, he was sure Diluc would’ve grabbed him, trying to shake some sense into his brain as he did. 

“How stupid could you be.” Diluc continues, his tone shifting from anger to disbelief. “Trying to help an imposter?” He lets out a chuckle of disbelief, turning away and back at Kaeya as his mind tries to catch up. “I knew the Knights were incapable, but this truly takes the cake of it all.” 

Eula steps forward, her arms crossed as she interjects. “Excuse me?”

“Oh please,” Diluc turns his attention towards the woman. “You’re telling me you weren’t there when the imposter ran away?”

“We were busy fighting. Kaeya–” She whips her head towards the cavalry captain as she speaks, “is the one who caused this situation.”

Diluc seems to agree with that statement, crossing his arms and closing his eyes for a tense moment. Still, he argues her own actions. “Busy fighting each other over capturing the imposter?”

“No we were–” Eula’s words remain stuck in her mouth. 

“You were… what…?” Diluc taunts her. He seemed close to bursting into flames out of anger.

It is Kaeya who finishes the sentence for her. “We were busy fighting the other Albedo, though, you seem to know about that already.” 

Despite the situation, Kaeya’s voice holds a teasing tone and he seems comfortable laying in the bed as the two remain equally angry as confused. 

“You cannot believe me to trust your or Albedo’s words after you so inadequately helped bring yet another disaster to Mondstadt.” Diluc seems done with Kaeya. He speaks the next words to Eula instead, “Care to explain?”

She lets out a chuckle, “I don’t have to explain anything to you, Ragnvindr.” 

And because Diluc no longer is affiliated with the Knights of Favonious, she really doesn’t have to. This puts the redhead in a tough situation that leads to him being even more frustrated. Red eyes watch as Eula leaves the medbay with confidence and silent pride.

Diluc utters a few profanities as he follows Eula.

One last glare gets sent into the cavalry capitain’s direction before the door is slammed shut one final time. 

Kaeya sits alone on the bed until he passes out.

A few days have passed since the incident on Dragonspine. The place has been closed off for the time being, with the sole exception of Albedo who remains on the snowy mountain, although unlikely in solitude. 

Kaeya had carefully approached the topic a few times with Jean and Lisa, but both had kept their lips sealed, and thus Kaeya was left to speculate what had happened with the doppelganger and the missing Creator.

What connection could the two have…? 

Moreover, Kaeya had no opportunity to inspect the situation. While Jean was as forgiving as kind, she too had her limits, and she’d do anything to keep Mondstadt safe and running for as long as she was Acting Grand Master. 

“Thought we had it bad, but…” The patron in Angel’s Share talks loud enough for the full tavern to hear his story, including Kaeya. “The assassination of the geo archon, or Rex Lapis– whatever , is bound to bring ruin to Liyue Harbor.” 

Another person laughs heartily, raising a glass in a toast.. “I’ll drink to that!”

“Mondstadt doesn’t have an Archon either, though.” Laughter falters and Kaeya hears a loud smack echo over the general chatter of the tavern.

“Just drink up, asshole.”

Whatever brought the cavalry captain to Angel’s share, it gave him more information than he could hope for. 

A happy coincidence, the first stroke of good luck in days. 

“Oh my,” Kaeya grabs the half-empty glass of Death After Noon and turns around in his seat. “How unfortunate must I be to hear the news later than you do.” 

With him facing the group of gossiping patrons, he’s able to note that most of them are Fatui. Their masks are all discarded, forgotten at the Goth hotel, no doubt, but they continue to wear their uniform in the tavern. It’s likely that they’d been overworked and drank a few too many glasses of wine or beer and had forgotten their loose lips. 

“Hey… isn’t that… ” 

Before the group can grow suspicious, Kaeya waltzes over to the table surrounded by Fatui, dragging his own chair with him and inserting himself into the group.

Kaeya smiles, “Now now, I’m just an ordinary costumer.” He puts on his best mask despite the increasing pain in his chest. “Though, I know the best gossip before anyone else. Seems like you were ahead of me this time.” 

One of the more inebriated Fatui members laughs loudly, his belly shaking as he does. “You hear that! This guy thinks he’s something, huh?” 

“Shut up, idiot!” 

“Nu-uh. You’ve been ruining our fun ever since we started drinking. If you’re gonna be such an uptight prick, leave .”

“Whatever. It’s your funeral.”

Tension rises amongst the Fatui, and it’s clear that not everyone has forgotten to keep their mouths shut. Kaeya had to tread lightly if he wanted to prevent causing harm to the diplomatic alliance of Snezhnaya and Mondstadt. But luck seemed to be on his side, and the Fatui member that previously tried to silence the group stood up and left.

Probably the best thing they could do, given their superiors. 

Kaeya was only half sorry for the punishment these Fatui would get once he’d gather the intel and share it with Jean.

“How unfortunate.” Kaeya smiles as brightly as he can, “Some people just can’t seem to loosen up.”

The group agrees with him, and he’s considered one of them by the time he gives them a free round of drinks. Kaeya no longer has to put in any effort to retrieve the information as it’s handed to him on a silver platter.

“So,” one Fatuus stares at another, “He was just killed?” 

“Fell straight out of the sky. Believe me, Alexey swore to the Tsaritsa he saw it with ‘is own eyes.” 

A fatuus shoves the other nearly out of his seat, “You’re lying. You can’t just kill an Archon. Don’t be stupid.”

“But if it’s—”

“You think…” 

There’s a brief silence after the murmurs, and Kaeya instinctively leans closer. The Fatui look at each other and then hang their heads low. The cheerful atmosphere from before has instantly dissipated.

The Fatui seemed to have realized that their superiors might have been involved, something that doesn't seem too far-fetched in Kaeya's eyes.

The cavalry captain makes up his mind and leaves whatever is left of his Death After Noon on the table, making a half-hearted excuse to leave so he can report back to Jean.

Before going to the headquarters, Kaeya stops and thinks that the death of the geo Archon might be too far-fetched to be true. However, with the recent descent of the Creator and their defect aura, nothing seemed ordinary anymore. For the small chance the intel to be true, he’d have to try.

So, he shared everything with Jean. If he were to be caught keeping any information from her at this point, he’d be digging his own grave. And for the slim chance of the news being true, he’d bring in extremely valuable information.

Jean crosses her legs. “We know.”

“You know?” Kaeya blinks. 

He’s stunned. 

The Acting Grand Master simply smiles and tells him not to worry, but that only causes the pain in his chest to rise.

Lisa chimes in. “Say, what were you doing in Angel’s share during work hours?”

Drinking to chase away the feeling of impending doom,

“Gathering intel, as you heard.”

Kaeya leans back into the chair across Jean’s. Certainly doing nothing wasn’t good for Mondstadt either. Why would Jean choose to ignore the death of Liyue’s Archon, especially if she confirmed the news to be true?

The mask of confidence falters and Kaeya’s voice turns to something unrecognizable to himself, “I don’t think this is good.”

“What isn’t?” Jean shares a quick look with Lisa before returning her gaze to Kaeya. 

“Doing nothing.” He sighs and puts his hands on the desk, leaning closer. “I know you don’t believe me, really , I don’t blame you.” He hesitates, “But now with the death of Rex Lapis?”

Kaeya puts his weight on one armrest, leaning with his arm over to the side. He thinks about all the stupid ways he can put this, a way to see the Creator again, but the situation continues to grow more and more complex. 

He can no longer act alone. 

“Jean,” Lisa’s voice interrupts the silence. “Perhaps it would be time to send a diplomat to assess the situation in Liyue.”

Kaeya can’t believe his ears. Was he hearing this correctly?

She continues, “The situation is growing beyond our control and it’d be best to confront this problem before rumors can spiral and cause panic.”

The cavalry captain turns his head from Lisa to Jean. Whatever prompted the librarian to come to his aid, he’d be reaping the benefits. 

“Oh my,” he starts slickly, ”That does seem like a good idea. After all, if the Fatui already knows, we should have all the juicy details as well.”

Jean sighs, she rubs her thumb between her eyebrows in a helpless way. After a moment, she looks up again. 

Her voice sounds exhausted, ”So, who do you suggest?”

Lisa chuckles, ”Without any cavalry, our captain here might have the most free time on his hands. Especially if he’s been caught drinking in Angel’s share during work hours.” 

A small jab in his direction, but Kaeya takes it as a compliment. ”Excellent idea, Lisa.”

While he shares an equally mischievous glance with the librarian, he hears Jean ruffle some papers. ”Okay–”

Kaeya smiles-

” –but only if you take Diluc with you. ”

Kaeya´s expression darkens.

”Diluc, really?” he suppresses the disappointment in his voice. 

”He was the one who told me about Liyue’s predicament, and he is more than capable of handling situations like these.”

If Diluc had heard of the incident before Kaeya, it was most likely due to a city lockdown, which might have delayed his business between Dawn Winery and the partners he had in Liyue. This meant Diluc would be going to Liyue regardless of this conversation, and considering Jean's adamant decision, going with Diluc would be better than not going at all.

”...fine.”

Jean seems to relax and sends him a warm smile. ”I’ll be expecting you to act as the Mondstadt’s diplomat, keep that in mind. Report to me if you find anything noteworthy.”

Kaeya stands up from his seat. ”You know I won’t disappoint, Acting Grand Master.”

When the door closes shut behind Kaeya, Lisa moves to sit in the now vacant chair across Jean. She sends her a warm smile, which fails to bring ease to the Acting Grand Master. Jean throws her head into her hands in a desperate attempt to hide her stress. 

“Lisa.” The blonde lifts her head, “Did you really think it was wise to send him? Shouldn’t we keep this between the four of us?”

The librarian leans back into the chair, crossing her legs comfortably once she’s settled, and calmly sighing. “If he stays here, he’ll pry until he figures it out.” Lisa turns a finger in the air. “And I do believe Diluc would keep a close eye on him for us.”

“Still…”

“Don’t worry so much,” Lisa places her hand over Jean's. “We’ll figure out what’s going on.”

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[venerawrites]

Hello dear, I'm glad you're back! I want to ask for Itachi if you don't mind, oh god he's so cute I can't stand it! I was thinking how my boy will behave when he is in love, You know, he has a lot of love for his brother and even died for him (although that was my impression🤷). What will happen if he falls in love with a girl? His public behavior, inner feelings and thoughts...

love you so much honey😘 I don't want to force you to write anything, if you don't like this, just ignore it💖

author's note: hi, lovely! I totally agree Itachi is full of love and it makes me sad to think he never had the chance to give this love to a partner! :( Thank you so much for your request - I loved writing it! Since you specified falling in love with a girl, I used she/her pronouns in the headcanons. I hope you enjoy! <3

➤ Inner thoughts/feelings

A HURRICANE of feelings!

Because of his past, Itachi has always considered himself unworthy of love - both to give and receive. The idea of having romantic affection toward someone feels almost selfish and he feels he does not deserve such happiness.

But the heart wants what it wants and despite his attempts to tame his feelings, he would find himself falling deeper and harder. Every moment shared together would give a glimpse of the life he always secretly dreamed to have - one where he can be free of the guilt about his past and where he can be worthy of calling himself a husband and, one day, even a father.

I think it would definitely take a lot of patience and hard work from his partner's side to convince him to give himself the chance to be happy. Given what he went through, he would never be free of the dark thoughts and the self-doubt, but the control they have over him would lessen with time.

➤ Public behaviour

I don't think there will be a lot of changes in terms of how he acts in public, to be honest.

He will maintain his usual composed and calm demeanour, not showing any signs of attraction or affection toward the woman that managed to capture his heart. I think only people very close to him, like Kisame for example, would be able to notice subtle changes as the way his eyes soften when he looks at her or the way he instinctively tries to shield her with his body in dangerous situations.

Itachi is highly aware of how other perceive him and he knows he cannot publicly show any fondness or care toward the woman he likes, without putting her in danger. How well he keeps his distance, however, would greatly depends on the fact if she is a civilian or another ninja.

If she is a ninja and part of Akatsuki, for example, he would keep respectful distance. Like I said, other than his partner, no one else would be able to notice the small changes in his body language around her. He would treat her the way he has always been treating her and would avoid lingering too much in her presence, unless absolutely necessary (like a mission or something). Sometimes he would let his eyes linger on her a few second longer, but other than that there wouldn't be any other signs.

If she is not a ninja, but a civilian, it would be a different story. I think despite his calm and stoic nature, Itachi does have the tendency to worry too much and sometimes be even paranoid. I think his fear of his enemies somehow finding out about his feelings would end up in them using her as leverage. He would go and check on her once a month at first, but the more he got to know her, the more anxious he would get about the potential dangers. In the end he would visit her almost every week and while most of the Akatsuki would notice at this point, I think very few would actually care.

The closer he gets with his beloved, the more thoughtful gestures he would make toward her. He would to her likes and dislikes, noting every minor detail of their discussions in order to surprise them later in time. I totally see him as the type of man who would cook his partner's favourite dish from childhood that she randomly mentioned in a late night talk a few months ago.

Even when he starts a relationship with the woman that managed to charm him, it would take a loooong time for Itachi to relax and show any form of physical affection toward her. At least a few months would need to pass for him to be comfortable next to her and twice as long for him to feel comfortable to actually grab her hand in his or peck her lips. His partner would need to be very patient when it comes to physical affection, but this man is totally worth it!

[delreykenn-punk]

it's you, it's all for you

(joel miller x fem!reader)

warnings: angst, angst, angst, Joel is emotionally damaged, age agap (reader is in his early 30s, Joel is canonical age; 56), jackson!era, mentions of sex, swearing, Joel is an asshole summary: Idk, joel and you are kind of friends with benefits but you want more, that´s it words: 1.5k

You had a kind of relationship with Joel since the QZ in Boston, a kind of agreement in wich only fucked “without feelings”, you two didn't go beyond that because he didn't want to and didn't feel safe to take that step, which you respected. You knew he had a daughter named Sarah, you found out during a night where he couldn't sleep and he whispered between dreams her name crying and asking for forgiveness, you never ask about it because you respected his privacy and you didn't want him to push you away.

But then Ellie and the fireflies happened; lost Tess, Bill, Frank, Sam and Henry, you two went through many things together, wich made you felt like you were something much more than just friends with benefits, he opened up to you and Ellie, finally he talked about his babygirl and his suicide attempt, you saw him in his most vulnerable moments and you hugged and held him when you knew he needed it most.

You loved Joel, you had no doubt about that, you realized that you loved him that time the group of cannibals attacked you three and he was hurt, you had not felt so much fear in your life until he almost died for the infection. You didn't tell him, but while he was almost unconscious and dying and you were about to go out to find something to fight his infection he took your arm and whispered "please stay with me my love, I love you" after that he fell asleep again, leaving you perplexed at his words, you had many questions going through your head, too many doubts and mixed feelings, you didn't have the heart to leave him, so Ellie went to get the supplies.

You were afraid that he would not remember what he told you, you hoped to be able to talk once they got something to make him get better, but everything went to hell when they took Ellie and David happened, he had mentally screwed the girl, wich made you forgot your situation with Joel and prioritized Ellie before you. Then the fireflies happened, Joel and you rescued Ellie and fled back to Jackson and settled back in the commune, you could finally enjoy some peace after everything they had been through and you liked to believe that the three of them were a family.

It had been months since they returned to Jackson, things with Joel were still the same, he never mentioned what he told you that time when he was dying, and you did not touch the subject no matter how much you died of wanting to do it. With that came your breaking point, you couldn't stand it anymore, you needed to talk to Joel, you needed to know where all this was going, you wanted everything with him, with it his flaws, you already knew about his daughter Sarah, you practically knew everything about him and you wanted more.

You were in the kitchen of the house you shared with Ellie and Joel and you were so sunk in your thoughts that you didn't hear it coming. "Hey, did you hear me?" you came out of your trance and were startled when you saw Joel sitting at the table in front of you. "Oh, sorry I didn't hear you come Joel, what's wrong?" you left the cup of tea you had in your hands on the kitchen counter, noticing that you hadn't taken a sip, you were gone for quite a while.

You sat next to him at the small table. "I was telling you that if you were okay, I arrived and I saw you standing there doing nothing, you were very disconnected from the world honey" he laughed softly, "Are you okay baby?" he placed his hand gently on top of yours.

You looked down, suddenly feeling too shy and embarrassed to say something, "I... yes this- no, I actually want to talk to you Joel, i-it's about something I've wanted to tell you for a long time," out of the corner of your eye you saw how he got serious and nodded, giving you permission to speak.

You got nervous, you had already planned what and how you were going to tell him everything, but Joel had you so bad that nothing came out of your mouth, the man had that imposing power over you, plus there was the fact that you would not know what his reaction would be. You took a long, deep breath before blurting out "What are we Joel?, Where is all this going?" you finally looked up and watched as his jaw tensed, instantly regretted saying that when he abruptly removed his hand from yours "What are you talking about?" he raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"You know, we've been together since before Jackson and-" he interrupted you "No, you knew very well where I stood on this and you agreed with me," he got up from his chair in frustration, running a hand through his hair. Before he could speak you interrupted him "No Joel, please, this place is our chance to be happy and be a family, I know you're afraid to love me and it's okay to have it, but we're fine, we're safe, I lov-" you shuddered when he turned to you and shouted "NO, I can't do this okay? I can't, I don't know what made you think we could be the happy family you lost, we're not them and we never will be, in this fucked up world things are no longer handled like that, for god´s sake, stop living in a bubble and stop getting excited, I don't feel those cheesiness for you, I don't love you" he snapped angrily while staring at you.

Your eyes began to fill with tears, you could not believe what he was telling you, you felt as if you had been stabbed in the back, no, this was a thousand times worse, he knew how you felt about your family, you always hoped to have one again, to be able to be happy and start from scratch, you thought you had found it with Joel and a small part of you liked to think that he also felt that for you but at the same time It seems things were not like that. "Fuck you, how dare you tell me that!" you sobbed so loudly, you were holding back a lot of crying that you started to feel short of breath "I've given you everything of myself, I've let you fuck me however you want, I've been your shoulder to cry, I hug you when you have nightmares and you can't sleep, I never asked you about your daughter because I wanted you to tell me when you felt ready and seriously you have the impudence to say that it made me think we could be a family?" you laughed without being able to believe it, I was hurting you too much.

He looked away from you, you cried and sobbed until you calmed down a little and continued talking "You say that you do not feel those cheesiness and that you do not love me but the time you were hurt and you were about to die you told me not to leave your side and that you loved me" and there it was,  you let go, and you never thought it felt so liberating to do it "Explain it Joel, look me in the eyes and explain that shit!" you screamed and shed tears of fury as you approached and came face to face with him.

Finally he looked at you, you watched how his gaze seemed to relax and you swore that you could appreciate softness in his eyes, his hands closed into fists, it was as if he was struggling with himself to say something, for a moment you thought he would apologize to you, ask for forgiveness and finally stop lying to himself, you frowned when you heard him a low laugh and his countenance changed to one of mockery "I hate to tell you baby, but when you're under the influence of an infection you can say any nonsense, I don't even remember saying that for god's sake, maybe you imagined it, so stop begging for something that never gonna happened." You had enough, you were not going to continue humiliating yourself for him, if he did not want this well "Okay Joel" you wiped your tears "you are right I imagined it, I was the deluded one who believed you were a better man, a good one, I idealized you a lot and I am very sorry to have seen things where they had not" you did not know or why you apologized, you just wanted to end this discussion and go away from it.

You headed towards the exit without looking back, leaving Joel speechless still standing on the kitchen island, if he was sorry you didn't care anymore, not even taking some of your belongings, you didn't want to just go on there, what once felt like home at that moment stopped feeling that way.

A/N: ok, so this is my first fic, I apologize if there is any kind of grammatical error, English is not my first language, I promise to improve :) This has a second part, I've been working on it for a month lol, it will come eventually, I just don't know when, but it will.

reblogs, comments and likes are welcome :)

[binsito]

subaru

pairing: han jisung x fem reader

genre: enemies to lovers

word count: 5.4k

rating: mature, includes: swearing, jisung is kind of an asshole to reader at first, mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, mentions of death but in an exaggerated way due to being upset over a situation (no one actually dies, just used as a hyperbole here and there), an altercation where someone gets slapped on the face, slight mentions of reckless driving (they like to street race n shit!), words such as "stupid", "idiot", "dumbass", "bitch" etc are used, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of cum play, pet names such as "baby" are used. i think thats it??

disclaimer: i am not too involved in the car community although i do love cars ashsh so if i got anything inaccurate i apologize but it's just a silly lil fic okie!!!!!! also not entirely proof read lmfao

subaru wrx with a clean build.

it was baby pink, low to the ground with bright blue led headlights. the color combination was absolutely sick.

it was fucking gorgeous and jisung couldn't help but be jealous.

it was two in the morning and he had decided that he wanted to grab some mcdonalds, his sleep schedule was shit and all he ever did was watch movies, smoke, eat-

typical boy shit.

but aside from all of that, han jisung had an extreme infatuation with cars, more specifically street racing cars.

none of that corny fast and the furious shit, he was seriously into car modifications and speeding whenever he was sure there wasn't a cop around to catch him (even if there was one, he'd probably floor it to get out of the mess like an idiot, catch-me-if-you-can mentality). he had built his old honda civic up from scratch and it had been pretty loyal to him thus far. that was his baby, his girl, he loved his car more than anything and it was his pride and joy.

however that subaru was definitely one of his dream cars. something he hoped to get his hands on one day when his civic decided it was time to bite the dust.

he was sure he had seen all the street racing cars in his city, he had gone to plenty of car meets to know.. but this subaru was new and he had never seen it before. he definitely would've known if someone in his car community got a new vehicle..

you two were the only cars on the highway right now, the city was mostly dead - perfect time to get some action in.

he drove closely to the car, right next to it, lowering his passenger window to look over at the driver.

he couldn't see shit through the tint, trying to get their attention by revving his engine at them but they seemed to pay no mind

who was this guy? why was he going to have such a badass car and not use it to its fullest potential? why even bother getting a racing car if you weren't going to put your foot to the pedal?

was this guy just being an asshole? jisung clearly was trying to race, trying to get their attention..

the least they could do was tell him no?

whatever.. jisung thought, pulling up his window before speeding off, smoke obnoxiously coming out of his exhaust as he drove.

--

that weekend, jisung had gone to a car meet, it was something he participated in once a month, it gave him something exciting to look forward to.

looking at all the cool modifications his friends have invested in for their cars - whether they got a fresh wrap, new lights, whatever it was, he was excited to see it.

he pulled up in his car, parking in reverse next to the other vehicles in the lot.

once he stepped out, everyone greeted him and they caught up, talking about whatever came to mind

"i saw this fucking baby pink subaru wrx.. none of you got a new car and didn't tell me right? you know how fucking much i love those damn cars!" he whines

"uh no actually.. did you race it?" "no the guy must've had a stick up his ass because he didn't even acknowledge me.." "well i'm sure you'll see them around again, it'll be hard to miss a baby pink wrx, trust me" his friend giggles.

jisung knew he was right, how many pink subarus could there possibly be in this town? (lucky for him, just one)

"hey jisung! there's your car!" his friends giggle when they catch sight of the pink subaru pulling up to the meet. the last thing he expected was to see them again so soon, here of all places.

"holy shit" he groans, he was dying to see who the asshole behind the wheel was, but they never seemed to get down, and those blasted tints might as well have been illegal because he could barely make out the shape of a person in there.

instead they rev their engine, jisung's friend urging him to get into his car and race them. so now this asshole wants to race, huh? he thought as he got into his car, pulling up next to the subaru as they drove out into the street. both getting their cars ready and as soon as the lights turned green, they were off. the area they were racing in didn't have many stoplights and was normally empty at this time of night. jisung knew this road like the back of his palm, so he felt like he had the advantage.

he was not about to lose to this person, no way in hell. he had so much faith in his old civic, it had never failed him before, so it better not fail him now.

(but the subaru was sooo kicking his ass and it was making his blood boil.)

they raced in a loop back to the lot where the other cars were at, his friends waiting with anticipation, watching as the subaru arrived first, jisung was furious.

how could he lose to this guy? his ego took a huge hit.

to make matters worse, the driver finally rolled down their window

"i hate racing guys that have those dumb anime stickers on their car.." you smirked.

jisung gritted his teeth.

a girl? a car girl?

(those were his dream girls, but how dare she insult his anime stickers..)

"better luck next time buddy.."

oh he could not stand you.. (but that was just his fragility speaking.)

his friends held back their giggles as they rushed over to the cars, they crowded over you, checking out the wheels on your car and complimenting them.

jisung wanted to explode, who even were you anyways? your car wasn't even that cool or that fast (he was lying to himself).

(he was soo fucking jealous)

--

unfortunately for jisung, that wasn't the last time he saw you.

you also began attending the car meets once a month and were quickly becoming acquainted with his friends.

great.

they had learned that you had moved to this city for a job and were excited to find another group of car enthusiasts. you were scared that maybe you wouldn't find a group but you were proven wrong.

everyone got along well with you except.. han jisung of course!

his friends had told him to grow up and get over it but he just couldn't seem to let it go, once he had a bad first impression of someone, there was no changing his mind.

it was childish, but that was han jisung for you.

he hated how you were becoming a part of his friend group, how his friends were inviting you over to their garage on saturdays to maintenance your cars together.

and he couldn't be more obvious with his hate. he made it his job to make it very clear to you that you were not welcome here.

"hey jisung can you pass me that-"

his foot coming to kick the wrench in your general direction while you worked underneath your car.

"dude piss off. seriously." his friend chan spoke up. he was the one trying the hardest to keep things neutral between everyone.

you tried not to let it bother you, although you were not stupid and knew jisung didn't like you one bit.

it made you a little upset the way he treated you.

you felt like you had to apologize. maybe the whole anime sticker thing really hurt his feeling? you didn't mean to hurt him but maybe you took it too far before you even got to know him?

you didn't want things to be like this if you were going to keep hanging around him. you'd find the time to apologize one of these days for sure.

--

see, han jisung was charming when you weren't around or when he thought you weren't looking.

he was actually a pretty funny guy.

(you loved funny guys, had a thing for them even..)

so you tried to incorporate humor when you tried talking to him but he always just looked at you blankly or let the joke go over his head purposely.

you were starting to feel like you'd never be able to apologize to him. and if you did, you were sure he wouldn't even accept it. this was so much harder than you anticipated, why couldn't he just let you make things right?

the only time han jisung ever talked about you without a front was when he was drinking with chan in the garage. they kept a fridge in there stocked with water and snacks and jisung was thrilled to see his favorite kind of beer in there one day. it seemed that drinking made jisung so much more open, like it made him just spill whatever was on his mind easily. it could sometimes put him in sticky situations but it also ratted his true feelings out. chan figured he could get some info out of him.

"your civic is getting old, dude.." chan teased him, taking a sip out of his beer can.

jisung just hiccuped and laughed.

"don't call my baby that.. she's all i got.." he smiled stupidly

"i think she's keeping the ladies away from you"

jisung waved him off and shook his head "nuh uh.. she's a babe magnet trust me.."

"what babe is she exactly pulling? cops handing you speeding tickets don't count" chan laughs

"that subaru bitch.. fuck if she wasn't so annoying.. i think i'd fucking kiss her.."

"she's got a name you know? she's only annoying to you 'cause you want to hate her." "no, she's annoying.. hot but annoying. like cool.. you like cars too, whateverrr.." he slurs

"what if you guys talked it out?"

"would rather die, channie my boy.. besides what if it get out of hand? what if she's angry hot or somethin'?.. no thanks.." he was holding on to one of the rolling carts in the garage only to almost fall over.

"you are the most stubborn person i know, han jisung." he shook his head

chan knew jisung had a tiny crush on you, there was no doubt about it. but he knew his best friend well to know he would never admit to it. god he was so dumb sometimes.

before you were in the picture, he would always talk about wanting a girlfriend who liked cars. how they could modify their cars together, go to meets hand in hand in their obnoxiously fast and loud cars..

(han jisung loved car girls.. had a thing for them even..)

but chan just kept this information to himself, didn't out jisung's crush to you. he wasn't that kind of friend. if it was meant to happen, he'd let it unfold.

--

things remained virtually the same after that conversation with chan, most times jisung couldn't remember anything he said after he drank so he wasn't even aware he basically told chan he liked you.

on this particular saturday, chan wasn't in the garage.

normally jisung wouldn't care, he knew where everything was and he could just start working on his car on his own.

but you were there.

you were there and it was pissing jisung off.

"what are you doing here?"

"oh.. i thought channie was gonna be here and i came so we could rotate my tires-"

"ew.. don't call him that.. channie? gross."

"well you call him that so what's the problem?" "i'm his friend. i'm not trying to fuck him."

to say you were offended was an understatement. maybe you shouldn't even waste your breath apologizing to him, seemed whatever this is was irreparable.

"you're a real piece of shit you know that? i'm not trying to fuck chan, he's my friend too."

"yeah well i've known him for ages so.. and i just know when a girl is just trying to fuck him, like it's so obvious.. could you be anymore obvious? jeez. like why are you even coming in here with those slutty shorts and-"

oh god.

you knew you shouldn't have done that but he had it coming.

your hand stinging after the impact.

shit, this was bad.

you slapped han jisung straight across the face.

"f-fuck jisung- i-i-"

he was angry. face red.

you swore you could see smoke coming out of him.

"get out of here. NOW." he said angrily between gritted teeth.

you didn't want to see where this would escalate so you quickly ran out, tears stinging at your eyes.

shit. you felt like you just ruined everything.

chan would be mad right? you hit his best friend across the face.. should you call him? you didn't want to burden him. ever since you started hanging out with them, all you've ever done was cause problems to arise. it was hard not to agitate han jisung when you all were together. things must've been fine before you joined the scene..

you decided it was best to just remove yourself from them and let them be.

--

after two weeks of not seeing you or hearing from you, chan knew something was up so he decided to confront jisung. he had invited him over to play video games and jisung showed up within the hour of being asked.

chan didn't feel like beating around the bush, this was getting out of hand and he needed to figure out how to make peace.

after two rounds of call of duty, chan looked over at jisung.

"mind telling me what happened that day i wasn't in at the garage?"

"what are you talking about?"

"don't play dumb ji.. come on. we both know better than that. it's been two weeks and i haven't heard or seen of y/n. i texted her and at first she was giving me excuses to not show up at meets or come over on saturdays but now she's straight up ghosting me."

"maybe she got tired of being annoying-"

"han jisung, get a fucking grip dude. she is NOT annoying. you're being a fucking asshole. you know she's been trying to apologize to you right? are you that stupid? you think she's just trying to crack jokes and bring us beer because she wants to be annoying?"

"no she's doing that because she's trying to fuc-"

"holy shit, you are a lost cause. i didnt buy the beer and it was never for me okay? she brought it for you because i told her you liked that kind and they don't sell it in any of the shops here, only that one liquor place twenty minutes from here. and i lied to her, i told her i'd be there saturday and i wasn't just so maybe, you'd be a nice guy for once and help her rotate her tires. clearly you didn't fucking do that."

"maybe i would've if she didn't fucking slap me."

"she slapped you? well you know what, maybe you fucking deserved it? if i were her i'd do a little bit more than just a little slap. i'd rock your fucking shit for being so fucking insufferable. you're my best friend but right now, you are being the most goddamn pathetic person ever. all because she kicked your ass in a race? because you like her car? because she poked a little fun at you that day?"

jisung started to get up, dropping the controller on the couch and walking towards the door, he knew chan was right but he was too prideful to admit it. chan didn't bother stopping him, he knew he had to let him reflect on everything. the only way jisung would ever listen was if he talked hard to him, it was the only way for his thick skull to understand.

jisung was embarrassed.

his ego getting the best of him.

he knew it was too late to backtrack everything he's said and done.

he fucked up and these were the consequences.

and karma had a way with things because as he was on his way home, his car finally gave out in the middle of the highway. thankfully nothing happened and he was able to make it to the side of the road quickly but he was so upset.

he couldn't help but cry as he sat on the hood of his car. he didn't even know who to call for help. he just sat there contemplating what to do while tears blurred his vision.

he wanted to kick and scream and throw himself in the middle of traffic but before he took a leap in front of a semi, he saw that godforsaken baby pink wrx.

he figured you would drive by him and not give a shit, maybe even roll down your window to laugh and point at him but you pulled up behind his car and got out.

maybe he had died before he made it to the side of the road and he was now entering his personal hell.

"han jisung? are you okay?"

he didn't answer you, instead he looked down at his feet.

"i'm trying to help. you're lucky i was on my way home and i saw you." you said, walking towards him

"hey, i'm talking to you, idiot. want me to just leave you and your stupid car here?" you shouted, hoping to get him to snap out of it.

he shook his head and sniffled

"just..get in my car okay? i'll call a tow truck." you sighed

he didn't question you, he just walked over and got in the passenger seat. jisung wasn't surprised that the interior was sleek, black leather with pink accents and led lights. you got in contact with a towing company, thankfully they came fairly quickly and took care of jisung's car.

you got back inside your car and started your engine before looking over at him.

"nothing happened right? you're fine?" "she just gave out on me.. i'm fine.." he mumbled.

you nodded and asked him to put in his address.

after that it just went quiet.

it felt tense but not like before. like there were things you both wanted to say but decided not to.

after fifteen minutes on the road, you pulled up to his apartment.

he didn't move to get out and you didn't urge him to.

"i'm sorry about your car jisung.. a-and i-i'm also so fucking sorry that i hit you.." you spoke up, breaking the silence.

"no.. it's cool.. i deserved it. thank you for stopping for me. that's really nice of you.. even after i was such a dick."

you took a deep breath and looked down at your lap

"i've been trying to make things right between us.. i know maybe what i said about your car that first time we met might've been rude but i didn't mean it like that.. friendly competition you know? but maybe i went too far.. i'm sorry.."

"no seriously.. it's fine. i'm the one that was being an asshole.. i'm the one who's sorry okay? your car is super sick and you're actually a really cool girl.. i just guess i got intimidated by you. that sounds really fucking lame doesn't it?"

you laugh and nod at him "super lame.."

he just smiled softly and let out a chuckle.

"i guess.. truce then? you owe me anyways for the ride home.." you held out a pinky for him, he wrapped his own around yours without hesitating

"truce.

oh and.. thanks for the beer."

you blushed softly, hoping he wouldn't notice.

(he definitely did. he thought it was cute.)

"oh yeah.. it was nothing. i just had a box in my house and i thought you guys would enjoy it more than i would."

(and he knew that was a lie too. that you had gone out of your way to buy a pack and didn't just have it lying around your house.)

"right right.. well thanks..

um listen there's a meet coming up.. you haven't really been around lately so.. are you gonna come? chan's been worried about you and i know it's my fault you've been m.i.a.."

"mm.. i dunno.. i feel kinda weird just showing up after ghosting him.." you said softly.

"i'll take care of that okay?"

"how do you plan on showing up if you don't have a car?" you teased

"well i could ask chan- no no.. he'd ask me what happened.. he's so nosey, dammit.." "i'll pick you up han jisung.. don't sweat it." you laughed and in turn it made him laugh.

the next order of business was him figuring out his feelings for you now that he had apologized and formed a truce with you.

he hoped he didn't fuck things up too badly. hoped that maybe he'd finally grow a pair of balls and face the fact that he liked you.

--

jisung knew it was gonna be crazy for him to show up the car meet with you.

in your car.

he knew chan was going to question and pull him aside and bombard him with a thorough interrogation.

but he tries not to think about it, not while he's shaking with nerves as he watches you pull up to his apartment, honking at him to alert him of your arrival but your loud ass exhaust pipes gave you away the second you entered his neighborhood.

he walks up to your door, hearing you click it open for him to get in.

and god, did you always dress this pretty to go to meets or is today a special occasion? cute blouse with a pleated skirt and converse to tie it all together.

so, so pretty..

"welcome to the barbie subie" you joked which earned you a smile from him

he buckled up and you were off, jisung enjoying the way you shifted gears and drove your car so flawlessly.

part of him didn't even want to go to the meet anymore.

all of him wanted to just pull over somewhere, lean back in his chair and talk to you for hours.

"han jisung is awfully quiet.." you giggled

but he didn't find it amusing, instead he shrugged.

"oh come on.. i thought we were doing good. what's wrong now?"

"you really wanna go to this meet?" "i mean.. you're kinda the one who invited me remember?"

"well yeah but.. i don't know if i wanna go anymore y'know?" "are you embarrassed of being seen with me or something? jeez man you got some serious ego issues to deal with-" "no no! it's just i dunno.. i think i just.. fuck.. don't laugh okay? don't you dare fucking laugh.."

you shook your head and bit your lip in hopes of hiding the smile creeping up on you

"i just kinda wanna hang out? like.. just with you.. and without chan asking a million questions. just us two alone.." "so like a date is what you're saying?"

"what! fuck no!"

you frowned but only to mess with him.

"w-well shit yes okay! but like you didn't have to say that yeah? admitting it makes me feel funny.."

"it's okay jisung. it's growth and you're lucky i think you're cute so i'm taking the offer."

jisung feels like he could jump out of your car from how crazy he's feeling right now. and he's so mad at himself for being such a dumbass before because maybe he could've been going on dates with you so much sooner.

he could melt into a puddle right in your seat.

especially when you tell him you've found this huge empty lot by a construction site that you two could go make donuts.

even more so when you tell him he can drive your car.

and jisung feels like he's in some insane car wet dream of his because there's no actual way he's in your car, driving, you at his side laughing hysterically while your car spins in circles, tires screeching as it leaves dark circular skid marks.

"j-jisung! jisung holy shit!" you laugh as you hang on tightly "i'm gonna hurl!"

he stops the car and his sides hurt from laughing. cheeks sore from the huge smile he had been wearing. and when he looks at you, he feels like such an idiot because he really wants to kiss you and he regrets wasting so much time hating you for no good reason.

and you feel the same desire.

you want to kiss his stupid, stupid face.

want him to finally admit he fucking likes you.

thank god you're both finally on the same page. both leaning in at the same time and bumping into each other with a laugh.

"you first.. please.." you whisper, he cups your face and leans in to capture your lips. fluttering his eyes closed as he gets to feel your soft mouth on his. letting out a pleased sigh as he deepens the kiss.

kissing someone had never felt this good before.

when you pull away, he almost whines, almost begs you to come back. he watches as you lick your lips, almost as if collecting whatever remnants of him were left on yours.

(he'd be lying if he said he didn't think it was hot.)

and he looks at you confused when you get up and crawl into the back seat of your car, gesturing him to come join you. basically knocking over himself as he rushes to get back there.

was jisung about to fuck his dream girl in his dream car? if you told him this a few weeks ago, he'd laugh in your face.

"by the way stupid.. i was trying to fuck you not chan.." you laugh

his face is so fucking red and his cock is so unbearably hard, he almost felt humiliated.

"why didn't you say something then?"

"cause you'd never even give me a chance to.. besides i thought you said you can tell when girls want to fuck someone? was i not being obvious enough for you?" you tease him, using his own logic against him.

he physically face palms, he'd have to make a reminder to never be so fucking stupid again. he'd have to learn to not open his big mouth sometimes.

"fuck. whatever okay? we get it, i was stupid."

"i'm not letting you live it down, ever." you smiled crawling over to him to give him another kiss

he pulls you close, grips your hips tightly. he was so needy but that doesn't come as a surprise to you.

"shit.. i wish i could've fucked you stupid in my civic.. make you regret ever calling her names.." he groans

"shh.. be quiet.. you talk too much.." you teased.

he quickly pressed you down into your seats, hovering over you as he pulled off his shirt. you leaned up to touch the tattoos littered over his skin. he should work shirtless in the garage you think. why doesn't he? maybe it would distract you but that would be alright with you.

and he doesn't waste a second pulling off your top, hastily unclipping your bra to let your tits spill out for him, slapping them before taking one in his mouth and moaning.

your legs wrapped around his torso, tugging him closer, desperately to feel him against your crotch

"fuck jisung.. take it out.. i wanna see it.." you whine

he pulls back to unbuckle his jeans shimmying them off while in the process hitting his head against the roof a couple of times. you laugh at him and reach forward to help him tug them down, boxers soon following suit, letting his cock spring free.

"now i wanna see yours." he gives you a stupid little side smile and you pull your skirt up to reveal your panties. black thong that would soon be thrown out of sight. you hook your fingers on them and tug them down, throwing them at jisung once they were off your legs. he caught them and give them a nice sniff to which you slapped his arm and laughed, calling him a pervert.

he quickly manhandled you into position. he wanted to take you from behind, wanted to lap you nice and clean before he even dared sinking his cockhead inside of you.

working your pussy with his tongue, his hands spreading your asscheeks open for him to be able to embed himself within you. he could stay like this forever. he could live off eating your cunt for the rest of his life.

you were soaking.

some of it dripping on to your leather seats which made jisung fucking lose it

"your car's gonna need some detailing on the interior once we're done.." his hot breath fanning against your pussy as he lands a spank on your ass

"i think my pussy needs detailing first.." you giggle and jisung lets out a grunt. you couldn't joke with him like that, he could fucking die!

he spits on his cock and and uses it to work himself, pumping his length and letting his tip collect some of your essence so he could rub it in with his palm.

he presses an inch in, hearing your breath hitch as you scramble to hold on to the door, anticipating him to completely ruin you.

he curses as he feels your tight pussy swallow whatever he gives you, starting with an inch, then two, then three.

holding still to not overwhelm his cock and blow right then and there, he still had to work the rest in and he was already feeling his balls tighten at the sensation of your warmth.

once he collects himself, he bottoms out. taking a deep breath as he holds your hips and starts to set a steady pace.

the way your pussy was gripping on him was making him dizzy. hearing you moan his name and reaching a hand back for him made his ego and cock swell. he grabbed your hand and held it behind your back as he pressed you further up against the door.

you didn't seem to care about how uncomfortable it was at the moment, all you cared about was that han jisung was using your cunt and it felt so fucking good.

your face pressed against the window as you mumbled incoherently, he picked up the pace as a sheen of sweat started to form on his body.

"fuck.. this pussy is so greedy.. holy shit.." he groans loudly

he could barely pull out, cunt too tight and hungry for him to even let go.

"this pussy is mine now got it? m' making it mine.."

"yours now jisung..fuck yes.. gonna cum in it right?"

"you can fucking bet on that, baby.. gonna fuck you full and have you keep it in until the next car meet. then i'll just fill you up all over again, got it?"

you moaned in agreement, you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of jisung's cum. maybe you'd go home and play with yourself, pressing your fingers inside of you in hopes of collecting some to rub against your clit. or maybe you'd bring it up to your lips to taste him, to imagine it's actually his cock in your mouth and not your fingers.

"shit jisung.. i-i'm gonna cum.. keep going baby please.."

the pet name has him reeling, it makes him animalistic, pounding into you so hard that the car starts shaking. if anyone were to pass by, they'd know exactly what was going on inside your car.

he reaches a hand down to rub at your clit, pinching it a few times to hear you yelp.

"come on baby.. cream on my cock.. milk me yeah?" his chest pressed against your back while he whispered pure filth in your ear.

he could feel your pussy clamping down on him as you reached your orgasm, body shaking as it ripped through you, cumming with his name on your lips.

it was finally too much for him so he lets himself go, letting his cum seep into your walls as he finished inside of you, making sure not a drop is spilled.

"fuck jisung.. that was a lot.." you whined, afraid that if you moved too much you'd make a huge mess for sure.

"sorry.. just had to get my point across. i was serious about this pussy- well.. you.. being mine.." he laughs shyly

"we can discuss that topic later and see if it fits into the terms and conditions of our truce." you giggled.

he smiled and helped you up carefully to give you a soft kiss.

at least he was right about his honda civic being a babe magnet, right?

his car sacrificed herself for this moment and han jisung couldn't be too mad about it.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[pinkeoni]

This moment keeps me up at night—

because it doesn’t align with what we’re being told the entire season.

The point that they tell us explicitly in the dialogue in season one is that Joyce was right about everything.

She wasn’t hallucinating, she wasn’t out of her mind, she was right.

So then, if Joyce was right about everything, if she wasn’t just hallucinating Will in a bout of hysteria, why then choose to show us a clear example where she is hallucinating Will?

Unless she wasn’t.

I will admit that there is a chance that this is just a dream or a hallucination. Joyce is very sleep deprived and was just told that her son had died. I wouldn’t put it past her to have dream visions of her newly dead son. The scene is also presented as if this is the case, with Joyce shown sleeping before seeing Will and then sharply waking up after the fact.

So okay, case closed, maybe it’s looking like this really is just a dream situation after all 😂 but I wanna just entertain the harmless idea that maybe the audience is being mislead with the dream allegations.

So the scene above actually happens right after we get the first confirmation that Will is still alive, when El is able to find him singing over the radio.

So we learn that Will is still alive at the top of the episode, the title sequence plays, and then we get a scene where Will appears right in front of Joyce. The sequence of events should be enough to at least raise an eyebrow.

At the end of the episode, Joyce recieves the verification for herself when Will is able to make contact with her. I want to point out that Will is able to do so while screaming for his mom, exactly the same thing that “dream” Will was doing.

So what do I think? That Will was actually physically in the Rightside Up? That he some how got through and then decided to go back in?

Well, no, not exactly, but he could have been doing some form of shadow walking— or his consciousness travelling to the other plane.

Of course since I’m a Will has powers truther I think that his powers are at play here. Shadow walking is brought up by Dustin in the subsequent episode—

And we see this very type of thing in season two with Will’s true sight.

Was Will just seeing into the Upside Down? Or was there a projection of himself that was physically in the UD? I’m going to say in the latter option, considering that the Mind Flayer was able to physically enter Will’s body during one of these true sight episodes.

Bringing it back to the scene at the very beginning of the post, I’d like to propose that this is what Will was doing, using his powers to shadow walk into the RU from the UD.

I don’t think Will waa be aware that he was using his powers. He was thrown into a high stakes situation, scared, and desperately wanted to get back to his mom and his powers were running amuck without him consciously knowing. This instance of him shadow walking to reach his mom is similar to what happens with the lights, his powers are activating as a way to reach his mom. It’s also implicated through dialogue that the thing with the lights is because of Will.

It would make total sense for his powers to activate in this way, even if he wasn’t conscious it was powers, based on how we know powers work in the show. It’s when El remembers the strong love that her mother feels for her that she is able to unlock her ability to open gates, a unique power that El herself probably didn’t even know she had.

So all of this being said, while made to be believable that Joyce was just dreaming, there’s still enough evidence to suggest that this image of Will was a manifestation of his powers.

Think about it this way, if you wanted Will having powers to be a twist, then you would want to write it in a way where the hints are all there, but there’s enough room to believe that the opposite is also true, so you aren’t playing all of your cards all at once. If Joyce was undoubtedly awake and seeing a vision of Will, that would be way too obvious right off the bat.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Who do you think has the most tragic backstory in Tokyo Revengers? please just tell me i'm ready to cry :(

Well I feel like everyone has different opinions on which the most tragic is and honestly I'm not even sure I have a top most tragic one but I'd say these are arguably the worst ones (in no particular order). These are also only backstories so up until we meet the character.

Kakucho- Lost both his parents to a car accident and ended up in the hospital with serious injuries. Then had to go to an orphanage where he was bullied badly and things got so bad he nearly gave up until he met Izana.

Izana- Was abandoned by the only parent he ever had and ended up in an orphanage. Got to have his dream brother only to then find out they aren't actually related and Shinichiro knew but kept it from him. This happened in a very cruel manner too where the mother he once adored told him in a very matter of fact way. Then his brother died.

Inui- Was in a fire that injured him and eventually killed his sister. Then one friend went off trying to obsessively make money and kept seeing seeing his dead sister in him. He then joined a gang which was a very bad gang and landed him in juvie. And the only stable person/ big brother figure he had was murdered.

Mikey- His dad died when he was young, then his mother died, then his big brother died because of his friends trying to do something nice for him.

Emma- Her older brother was sent away, then she was abandoned by her mother. She then watched her adoptive/ step mother die, and then her big brother died.

Kazutora- Was absused by his father for years with his mother (most likely accidentally) emotionally abusing him by making him pick sides and putting more pressure on him. His dad then went away (maybe abandoned him) and was left with his mother who was too busy to even remember his birthday. Had friends who just used him for money, then he actually got some real friends. He was then beat up and targeted by the black dragons then he accidentally murdered Mikey's big brother while trying to do something nice.

Yuzuha and Hakkai- Their mother dies, father is busy with work and so they're left with an older brother who abuses them. Yuzuha had to deal with protecting her brother and taking extra hits, while Hakkai had to deal with the guilt of the situation while being too scared to act.

Sanzu- Was targeted and had a lot of pressure but on him by his older brother, eventually that abuse made him run away from home. Also was badly injured by the person he looks up to most.

Koko- Finally confessed to his crush only for her to then get hurt in a fire. The guilt is worse here because he tried to save her but couldn't and after he promised to take care of her. Tries so hard to find the money for her treatment that he doesn't sleep and starts doing illegal things. She dies anyway.

South- Grew up in a very poor area with only his bedridden mother. Got involved with gangs at the age of 5 because he needed to survive and killed a guy. At 12 he killed the mentor/father figure he had and became head of a gang, this then lead to the death of his mother and him bring shot three times.

There are a lot more sad backstories then these but these are basically the worst ones/ the ones that are brought up the most when talking about the worst.

[glubandeepspace]

my current understanding of raf lore in regards to mc's part in it is basically ↓

they met as kids once when he ran away from home to explore (Nightly Stroll), but then he went back home n mc got taken in by those culty people

(Forgotten Sea) they reunite as fellows in more fucked roles. raf initially chose her as follower for convenience (probably didnt instant recognize) but then as they realize more abt each other they become friends in an arranged marriage adjacent situation that ends up actually wrong to the sea somehow. but i mean the tome is weird abt what it says abt how he should treat a follower and he himself also claims "tis a human fantasy" for lemurians to fall for who theyre bound to. yet he fell n all.

more theory territory bc again the end of forgotten sea is vague—during the ceremony, his awakening doesnt work bc the sea could tell he isnt more devoted to it than he is to mc, and the sea demands him to choose between her n lemuria (not that the sea would destroy its own people, but the flame lemuria needs was already dying, and rafayel's proper awakening couldve saved it but now it needs a sacrifice). it's such a last minute twist / confirmation of fears and mc makes him sacrifice her (or he kills her bc the sea compells him). this brings forth the new flame.

but rafayel dies a lot later as Forgotten Sea says, because... the incident with sea witch mc (Fragrant Dream) and the implied mc of Siren's Song (idk what order these would be). but the thing abt sea witch is—she may have been cursed as punishment by the sea, and raf didnt agree with this, turned her back human at the cost of a lot of effort n his life. he basically died for mc 1-2 times total for all the above, no matter what order. but he probably knew he'd die for sea witch (i doubt the sea offed him). so hes not above dying for mc except

"a rumor" "the god of the sea had lied to the deep sea for his beloved" (Forgotten Sea) im believing this rumor and that the lie was sometjing like.. that he'd take back the heart he gifted mc (which already irked the sea, hence flickering flame during Forgotten Sea kiss that happened right after the gifting) (it sounded like a metaphorical gifting at first but ig not) (maybe halfway. somethingsometjing magic). bc he doesnt want to kill her, especially after he already tried killing her once, and he doesnt trust everything the sea expects. he resents the prophecies or whatever. he thinks he can save lemuria in his own way

lemuria that btw fell to ruin specifically bc of his absence from it when Siren Song mc took his tail & scales (thats why he sung the elegy as he perished alongside her)

plus, you know, other humans

he gets reborn (who knows how again) into what we can call linkon raf, whos focused still on avenging his people and likely finding a way to revive lemuria while protecting its remains—a way that doesnt depend on what's now mc's heart, but she is a backup choice he may consider (though the sea wishes she were the first choice) (but like very to the very back of his brain, the last choice even, esp since he actively protects her actually) (where the fence between his thoughts and the sea's are)

probably something to do with the aether core ironically part of her heart will be what helps lemuria

somewhere in all this was also an mc who lived on an island alone ? (forgot where from!) and also an mc who might fr get her heart carved by some teen lemurian that's either a new raf somehow or someone connected (mentioned in an mc dream i also forgot which myth from, but probably forgotten sea? dream abt abysswalker-like era though) and i need to reread abysswalker before going on even longer for its mentions of tome stuff etc

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Ask Me Anything -- Keldin Sands

What were your initial thoughts upon being woken up and told you're the captain now?

For a solid week, I was dead certain that I was dreaming. I mean. I went to sleep under the assumption I’d be waking up in orbit around Hylara, then suddenly I’m waking up in the medbay but we’re still years away and the crew isn’t there and instead there’s these new people and the captain is Doctor Aspen Greaves? And then everyone’s like, oh, actually you’re the captain now? Yeah, I definitely assumed this was a coma dream. It took me a while to accept otherwise.

To be honest, even now, if I do suddenly wake up in orbit around Hylara with Captain Reimann there, I won’t be entirely surprised. I’d definitely be relieved.

Are you concerned that there are also colonists planted on the Courageous by whomever planted the crew members to sabotage/experiment on the ship?

Oh, yes. If that wasn’t a serious risk, I wouldn’t have been recruited.

Do you feel like the stressors of the many situations are getting to you?

I’ve been overstressed since I woke up from chronostasis. At this rate I’m just doing my best to keep the ship in one piece and the crew from degenerating into a violent stress-crazed mob.

When you first read Kinoshita's notes what did you think of former Captain Reimann's admittance that he also had a loved one aboard the ship? Did you sympathise with him?

Well, I went through proper channels and got clearance, and he smuggled someone aboard the ship against the rules, so I’m not sure how well he expected that to pan out. I mean. I do sympathise in that his loved one died; he had no reason to expect that. But he should’ve obeyed the rules, they’re there for a reason.

Do you regret taking the offer to be placed on the Courageous?

Yes! This is NOT what I signed up for!

Are there any Tarandran customs, or holidays you hope to continue on Hylara?

I don’t know how taxation will work on Hylara – I imagine that we’ll be working with a central planned economy for at least the duration of my lifetime so taxes won’t be a thing – but I intend to find some way to continue to celebrate the Yeartithe. It’s a beautiful little celebration done in Tarandra once per year, where families and friends gather for a party and exchange small gifts in thanks for the value that they provide each other. People are assured of what value they bring to the family and the community, and children are encouraged to think of their potential and showered with praise about what strong an asset they will become. Once everyone’s gotten their valuations straight, they’re ready to submit their taxes to the government as a final gift and acknowledgement of mutual value between themselves and Tarandra itself, the largest of their communities below humanity itself. It’s a wonderful celebration of individuals, families and communities, and how we help each other and bring value to the whole. Even if the economics are wildly different on Hylara, I hope to maintain enough of the celebration to keep the spirit.

It’s also a very popular time of year for marriages, adoptions, and sorting out inheritances, because doing so at the very beginning of the financial year makes next year’s Yeartithe so much simpler.

How did you meet your husband? Did you propose, or did he?

He’s a painter. My house needed painting. We got to talking when we were sorting out a shortage of Pigment XV-1994 and whether we should wait a month for resupply or just bite the bullet and go with Pigment XV-1983 instead. Ket looked me right in the eye and told me that I’d be staring at the walls of this living room for years and I didn’t need to settle for second best, snatched the pen out of my hand and rescheduled the painting for a month later on my wall calendar.

Three months later I told him he was right, I wouldn’t need to settle for second best, and I asked him to marry me. The Sands’ were a much more high profile family than the Yorlas, so convincing his family wasn’t hard; I bought him into the family with a three year free property lease for his mother that I borrowed off my grandmother in exchange for a concession on some unrelated complex family issues, and we were married by the end of the year.

If you hadn't joined the Javelin Program, what would your dream life have been?

Probably a peaceful life of designing spaceship engines and sipping tea with Ket in a Pigment XV-1994 coloured living room.

What made you fall in love with your husband?

I’m a stubborn guy, and so is he. We were always there to second-guess each others’ decisions and not let the other one get carried away with something that, in hindsight, would turn out to be very stupid. It’s a valuable asset to bring into a family or a business.

Do you miss Tarandan? What is the one thing you'd bring from there if you could?

My husband! Haha, I know, that’s a coward’s answer. The real answer is the food. The food on this ship is as good as the crew can make it, but it’s always a bit unfamiliar. It reminds me how far from home I really am.

If I could bring anything from Earth, it would be the sunset. I hope that when we build the environmental domes on Hylara, they’re transparent, or at least have windows. I want to sip coffee with Ket while watching the sunset again.

How do you imagine your first sight of Hylara?

Boringly, I expect it will be a long-distance image from the onboard light telescope, followed by an analysis from our Kleiner array to check whether Earth’s long-range data on the exoplanet is correct. We’ll want accurate data on Hylara as quickly as possible. At that distance, it’ll just be a dot in space.

Earth said that there’s a chance that there might be water oceans. I hope they’re right. It would be amazing to see oceans when we get close enough.

What are your hopes for the kind of society you guys will build when you get to the planet?

As stable and prosperous a society as we can. It’s going to be a lot of work. I don’t agree with the selection of colonists – an 80% criminal population is a horribly unstable start, and the non-criminal filtering process wasn’t all that great either. Being able to get these people all working together in a society where all of our needs are provided for and nobody’s going to steal or abuse or kill each other will be a massive challenge.

Fortunately, it won’t be my challenge. My job is to get us to the planet; the establishment of the colony can fall into more professional hands.

Did you have any pets before you left?

I had a small flock of pigeons a few years ago, but I handed them off before being selected for the program.

What do you think of Aspen now that you’ve met them, as opposed to only having read their books?

They’re… not what I expected. In writing, they’re much clearer, more direct, more certain. In person, they’re quite changeable and difficult to understand.

I think I just need to get to know them better.

What will you do if your husband doesn't make it?

I don’t know. I promised him I’d keep going. That was the promise we made to each other before going into chronostasis – if either of us had to keep going alone, we would.

But I can’t do that if he dies here. Too much is riding on my shoulders right now. If he dies, I’m going to be in a bad way for a long time, so that can’t happen until the ship and the colony no longer rely on me.

What was the worst bet you ever lost?

Oh I don’t gamble. Gambling is a mug’s game. I’ll take small ‘bets’ on the ship occasionally to help promote crew cohesion, but since the point of those is the social cohesion and not the stakes, merely taking them is a win.

[random-autie-fangirl]

Kris and Noelle/Chara and Asriel parallels

It's like a creepy human and a soft hearted monster right?

(Yes, as a matter of fact. We do have time to talk about Kris and Noelle/Chara and Asriel parallels. This is kind of an "adaptation" (or whatever) of a tag ramble so mind the grammar)

who are both the same age ("It's a twin sized bed"), one is “good” and one is “evil”....and yet they're best friends! siblings even! (I say Kris and Noelle are siblings because of Asgorudy, basically) the monster is easily scared by the human...but they like scary things as long as they're not really dangerous. (of course, Chara did actually turn dangerous later but how was Asriel supposed to know that? Chara had always been kind before). So the monster responds to their sibling's morbid pranks and creepy faces with screaming one minute and laughing the next “AAAAHHH hee hee hee” or chewing them out with a smile. Kris and Chara Dreemurr are “unpredictable” but in the same way a rollercoaster or scary movie is...they're “the good kind of scary."

Noelle and Asriel are wealthy by birth with a big house and parents with great social status. Chara and Kris are children from nowhere implied to be greatly harmed by humanity. Their time with the Dreemurrs is the first time they have ever felt safety or peace. They have known Noelle and Asriel for just as long. Both Noelle and Asriel feel like they're weak, they feel that they should be stronger and they feel like their fear or crying are a fault of character. Both of them feel trapped where they are. He wants to climb mt. ebbot "when this is all over". (I will talk about this later but remember the echo flower conversation) Noelle wants to see a city with shining lights. She wanted to see the stars back in Undertale.

...And then in both situations...“Kris” (actually Red) and Chara tell Az and Noelle to kill for them and manipulate them heavily into agreeing, pushing them around expecting complete obedience, shaming them for their emotional responses, and using Noelle and Asriel's insecurities over said emotions. Promising “strength” as a reward for doing what they're told and comitting murder on the behalf of someone too cowardly to do so themselves. Asriel gets to see the surface. Noelle gets to see her city. But both only at the cost of destroying everything living there.

And we know the difference between these situations don't we? Kris was possessed but Chara was always in control. But Noelle doesn't exactly...so it seems that in both situations that the human betrays the monster. Destroys the spirit of the person who trusted them the most. Uses the monster for their physical strength, takes advantage of their emotional “weakness”. Treats Noelle and Asriel like a weapon rather than a person. Who was warm is now cold hearted. Whose presence signified safety was the biggest danger of all. what was once a joke is now deadly serious. They were the bad kind of scary. (Please note I know it's not actually Kris this is just what might be going through Noelle's head at first, you know, before she rationalizes it as a dream).

And yes, I also know that Chara was probably doing this for monsterkind's freedom but I don't care exactly? he's still a child, ... not a chess piece, not a weapon he didn't deserve to be used even for the sake of monsterkind's freedom. Asgore doesn't force Toriel to help him? Undyne doesn't force Papyrus to help her? done for “good reasons” doesn't make them a good person!

Just like it won't make Red suddenly a good person if the weird route somehow helps lead to a happy ending. Though I like to think that Red resets or leaves the weird route before it ever reaches its conclusion. In contrast I believe Chara went back to before they died and actively chose to do the buttercup plan again when it had already failed once. Also yes in the end Asriel was able to say no when Noelle never could but he paid for that disobedience with his LIFE. Deliberately! Chara had a save file. they could have saved themselves and Asriel but they chose not to. And maybe the reason was partially punishment!

And Yeah! That's all the parallels between Chara and Asriel and Kris/Red and Noelle! Thanks for listening! =)

[seramilla]

So for overlord Sera au I was wondering how Sera finds out Emily was in heaven I have to ideas. One Emily was tired one morning and didn't put her wings away so Sera saw them when she went down for breakfast. Two one day when out the two get ambushed and Sera is wounded and Emily is in the same situation as she was when she died watching Sera die. Her fight her flight response kick in I choose flight and with her angelic strength grabs a wounded Sera and letting her wings out flys the two away. No matter what Sera has some questions and will try to send her back to heaven where it's safe

Emily didn't realize how difficult it would be keeping her angelic form a secret from Sera. Most of the time, she keeps her wings carefully hidden away, and only lets them out at night when she can stretch and flap them as much as she wants behind closed doors. They get so cramped and sore all day; when she magically lets them free, she can't help but groan and sigh in relief.

She's embarrassed to admit to almost letting her guard down more than once. The first few months in Hell with Sera, she had slept better than she has in years. She's always been slow to rise in the morning, and thought nothing of coming downstairs like a zombie with her wings still showing over her nightshirt. Until she passes a mirror in the hallway, and oh boy, that brings her back to reality! She frantically shoves her wings back into whatever pocket dimension they are kept in, before Sera can see, and her cover is blown.

Sera almost catches her once, when she's making coffee in the kitchen one morning, certain Sera is still asleep. Sera was not, in fact, still asleep, and almost does a double take before Emily's wings melt away like dispersing fireflies. Emily is able to convince her it had only been a dream or a trick of the light. Sera gives her that look, like she knows she's lying, but can't otherwise prove it.

Why would Emily have wings? That's preposterous, Emily says. Don't be silly, Sera! It's not like Emily had spent several years in Heaven wondering what became of her sister, and that she's actually an angel, and doesn't belong here in Hell at all!

Perish the thought!

Emily keeps this charade going for the better part of a year. She's honestly pretty proud of herself. A lesser angel would have caved long ago. But she's determined to stay in Hell with Sera, no matter the cost. This is where she belongs. With the only family who's ever given a damn about her. Even if she has to keep the most sacred part of her identity secret, she'll do it for her.

All goes to plan, until the day it doesn't.

As one of the most powerful overlords, Sera has no qualms about walking around Hell like she owns the place. She basically does; at least her part of it. What has she to fear? The current overlord alliance ensures that none at her level of power will contest her territory. A lesser overlord, or some new upstart wanting to test her strength, might inconvenience her on the street, but they can be dealt with easily.

She never perceived the Vees would be a threat. They gave no indication they were even interested in her territory, full of industry and factories and warehouses. She has nothing they want, other than a legion of souls at her command, ripe for the picking.

And perhaps that what they are after, in the end. And why Vox and a bunch of his undersea thugs jump her and Emily while they're out shopping. They were supposed to have an agreement, Sera thought. She should have known their word was as good as a pile of shit baking on the sidewalk.

The best place to have "fun" in Pentagram City is at the mall in the shopping district, deep within Velvette's territory, where Sera figures she and Emily could spend a day together, like old times.

Apparently, Vox has different plans in store for them, and when Sera isn't looking, she's quite literally body-slammed by a huge sea monster-looking thug that's nearly twice her size. He's slow, and stupid, and fumbles with her several times, but with one swipe of his gargantuan tail, a Sera-shaped hole opens in the wall of a store where Sera had gone flying through it. She comes to in a pile of rubble, and is suddenly on her back, as a huge foot pins her down as the monster puts its weight on her, causing her to cry out in pain as it threatens to crush her chest.

"Sera!" Emily shouts. Emily makes a move to help her sister, but two more shark-looking thugs hold her back by the arms. Emily tugs, trying to get away, but it's all for naught.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Vox appears, without either of his partners in tow. So he's going solo for this project, Sera assumes. He stands above her, arms crossed across his chest in amusement, staring down at the other overlord with a grin that spreads from one side of his LED face to the other. He's also drooling a little, evidenced by the red lines on one side of his mouth. He's clearly getting a kick out of watching her squirm.

"How's it going, Sera?" Vox asks, feigning disinterest, as he kicks a huge boulder away that's next to Sera's head. "Imagine finding you here. With that cute little brat of yours. Without any kind of protection at all."

"Vox!" Sera screeches, eyes glowing red, horns popping out of her head in rage. She claws at the rubble all around her, trying to push the monster off her that has her pinned. But its damned foot just applies more pressure and pushes her deeper into the concrete. "What the absolute FUCK do you think you're doing, Vox?! Let me go!"

"Nah. I don't think I will." Vox leans down next to Sera on one knee, completely ignoring her as he messes around with a tablet for a moment. "See, word on the street is that little dove over there is very important to you. One might say she's even...worth making a wager over. For her safety. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sera roars, and rasps her claws down the monster's leg. Red blood blossoms from under Brutus' scales, and he grunts in pain, but doesn't let up. Sera continues swiping at the clawed foot that has her trapped, and thrashes uncontrollably beneath it, as much as she can possibly move with all the pressure being applied to her chest. She cries out, as the creature leans down to hold a clawed hand around her neck, threatening to choke her. Emily screams for Sera again, begging her to fight, and get up, but Sera's head is swimming from lack of oxygen.

"None of that now," Vox says, still preoccupied with his tablet. He's tapping away with his fingers, as if the scene before him is of no consequence. Then, to the monster currently trying to kill Sera, he says, "Brutus, lay off her, would ya? I need her alive for what I have planned. I can't have her release all her souls to me if she's double dead. They'd just go back to the ether."

Brutus growls in frustration, clearly wanting to watch the light leave Sera's eyes as he slowly chokes her to death. He backs off, though, and lessens the pressure on her throat just a little. Sera gasps, and coughs, throat rasping for blessed air as glorious oxygen rushes to refill her deprived lungs.

After a moment, Vox finishes whatever he'd been doing on his tablet, and then holds the device down near Sera's face.

"Now...if you would kindly tap this electronic signature box here, here, and here, I'll release your darling sister, and you can both be on your way. Sound good?"

Sera roars again. The sound is not unlike a beast, causing the walls of the shopping center to shake, and her eyes to bleed with unleashed mania and madness.

"Why would I do such a thing?" Sera screams. "Let me go now, Vox! And my sister! This is against our treatise!"

Vox laughs. A guttural, evil, villainous laugh, that could put any cartoon baddy to shame.

"Oh, that's rich, coming from you!" Vox cackles. "You stupid fucking bitch! Are you even hearing yourself? We're in Hell! Why would I follow any agreement when you've put a target on your own back? Strutting around here with your greatest weakness on display for all to see? On my own turf? I would be a fool to not take advantage of an opportunity like this!"

Vox turns to the demons holding Emily, and with a snap of his fingers, one of the grunts holding Emily's shoulder wraps its claws around her throat, threatening to do the same thing to Emily that Brutus had nearly done to Sera a moment prior.

Vox shoves the tablet back into Sera's face, until she can feel the warm metal of the device from his hand against her cheek.

"Sign it! Relinquish all your open contracts to me, and you and this little bitch can be on your merry way. If not, it's her life for yours."

Sera has rarely cried in front of Emily before. She's always tried to be the bigger person; stronger, and serving as a good example for the younger girl to look up to. But with the literal jaws of death at Emily's throat, and the crushing weight of all her failures pushing her chest into the hard ground, the overlord can't stop the tears from falling anymore.

Brutus shifts slightly, allowing Sera to free just one of her hands, so she can reach up to touch the tablet. Sera stretches her arm to the screen, to sign away her entire empire to a man with a fucking television for a face. For her sister's life and safety. Because at the end of the day, that's all she cares about.

Nothing else matters. As long as Emily is okay.

"Sera! Stop! Please, don't do it, Sera!"

Emily doesn't know what comes over her. One moment, she's pleading with Sera not to sign her life away to a scumbag like Vox. In the next, her entire sphere of vision is overtaken by golden, angelic light. The two thugs gripping her shoulders fly away, like they've been blasted by an invisible force.

Emily can't see anything through the blinding light that is her angelic power. But she doesn't need to. She can feel her sister's essence, and it's like a beacon. She barely even feels it when she rushes forward and makes contact with Brutus' body. The monster barely has time to register what hits his large form like a comet, sending himself, and Vox, flying into a store display. While their opponents are blindsided, Emily scoops up her sister, carrying all 12 feet of her in her tiny, unassuming arms.

Three pairs of wings sprout from Emily's back, materializing through her robes like the fabric isn't even there. Sera is weak, and hangs limply in Emily's grasp, but she's not so out of it that she can't look up at her little sister, and shriek, "Emily??!!" What--??!! I--??!! How--??!!"

"I'm sorry, Sera! Please forgive me! I'll explain later! But we need to get out of here first!"

With that, Emily flaps her wings, and with some degree of effort, pushes off the ground and into the red-hued sky of the Pride ring, with Sera frantically trying to hold on to her for dear life.

Emily isn't looking forward to explaining herself later, but for now, she and her sister are safe. That fact alone gives her enough strength to get them home and out of Vox's infernal clutches.

[cornyonmains]

Just got done watching episode 6 of 4 Minutes. At this point I'm almost certain they do the weird music over Bible's NC scenes because they might be too horny otherwise.

Anyways, I've been thinking about the curse the woman Great hit with her car bought. Initially, I thought she was paying for an assassin using selling spells and charms as a front or means of embezzling the money. But if that shit actually worked, and it's what's allowing Great to fiddle with the timelines, then we have to wonder who she's trying to separate from her loved ones with this.

All signs point to this being Great's father. I keep getting stuck on the lyrics they mentioned in an interview, with one of them being something along the lines of giving up everything to be with someone.

In the timeline Great's creating, his mother has (presumably) died. Great's a smitten 21 year old, still kind of a kid, being spoon fed a do-over with the Barbie Dream Doctor Boyfriend Edition that is Tyme, and his father is a homophobic footnote in his subconscious.

Korn has been given a romantic ultimatum by Fasai that's not likely to end well. Korn was able to tolerate her because he had Tonkla to go to to reclaim a sense of agency and control with. All the characters around Great's father are either being killed, in the process of dying, or in the process of events that could see them choosing their own paths over one provided by his dirty money.

The woman also specifically told Great that he would have a bright future, and this is one of those situations where I wish I understood Thai because I feel like there's some stuff that was likely baked into her wording that got lost in translation.

This episode also once again proved Sammon is the real queen on the scene in the BL writing community. I was so convinced the Great we were seeing in the new timeline was reflective of the one in the old timeline. But no, Great was a coward, a spoiled brat, completely removed from a world of consequences, an accomplice to murder, and so fraught with Daddy issues the idea of getting caught on 4K letting time hit it like a 747 filled him with childish glee. And Tyme was into that. These two definitely deserve each other, and would definitely have me considering an OnlyFans subscription. The Great we were seeing in the new timeline was a Great reacting to his subconscious trauma of all his actions catching up to him.

In summation, I have no idea what's going on, but I deeply hope that getting shot does not deter either of them from starting an OnlyFans if Tyme's career as a surgeon doesn't work out. Also, I still have no solid theories as to who Tonkla is killing that field. My theories are Title, Korn, or Win. Yeah, that's right, I finally remembered Win's name and am not calling him lanky cop anymore. I am capable of positive change on occasion. If some of you little 20 year old shits had been smoking weed since the tail end of the Clinton administration you'd have memory problems too.

[writing-for-life]

I hope you don't mind me chiming in but I have a theory on the Death and Destruction thing I don't think it's a plot hole because I think Destruction and Death situations were different from each other. Death didn't just walk out she stopped being Death altogether, she completely refused to be her concept not letting anything die by withholding her gift.

Destruction walked out on his realm and refuses to oversee destruction and control it but he is still very much destruction. I think that is the difference maybe, one stopped altogether and one just walked out which is why both provide very different outcomes. I think if any of the Endless stopped being their concepts like Death did that concept will also cease to exist.

Hey, thanks for sliding into my inbox 🙂

It’s so interesting in terms of choice of words.

In “A Winter’s Tale”, she chooses exactly the words “walking out”.

But a panel later, she says:

“BUT I KIND OF REFUSED TO DO IT ANYMORE. I STOPPED TAKING LIFE. PEOPLE AND ANIMALS BIRDS AND BACTERIA, FISH AND IDEAS: NOTHING DIED.”

(Can I also say: Girl, you’re encroaching on your brother’s domain here 🤣)

So I’m still wondering what the actual difference is. They both walked out. They both refused to attend to their function. Death refuses to take life and assume her role. Destruction refuses to destroy and (re)assume his role (he tells us very clearly several times in Brief Lives, but you could be right that we’re walking the fine line between not overseeing it and not doing it. But he’s also not doing it, so the result should be the same? I think I’m tying my brain into knots 🤣).

And yet, destruction still happens by his mere existence. And Death still existed, too, I presume, at least on some sort of conscious level, otherwise she wouldn’t live (ugh) to tell the tale.

So what made her stop being her concept while it didn’t stop Destruction?

Is it keeping the Sigil (he of course keeps his sword and also the pool)? I don’t know about Death’s ankh in this context, but then there’s the whole thing in “The High Cost of Living” where we’re essentially made to believe that it’s actually not that important, and that she could bestow that power on literally anything (which she ultimately does).

Is it because Death has a more active role by default? Because she actively takes people while the other siblings just “oversee” their functions? But that seems off to me because we are told over and over again they ARE their function, not just stewards of it.

It is a really interesting question to ponder, and I wonder if the answer lies in us/the sentient beings that brought them into existence in the first place?

Because all the Endless exist since we make them so. They came into existence because of us.

But Death (just like Destiny) was there before the first thing lived—we’re told this explicitly in Dream Country/Façade (and once again by Destruction in the panel I’ll add in a minute):

“When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.”

Dream is younger and was there when the first living thing awoke to life (is that a sleep analogy baked in?), presumably with the capacity to dream. I feel Gaiman never chooses words lightly. He didn’t say, “Came to life”, because in that case, the fact it was real (as Dream’s opposing force) would have been enough. But it “awoke to life”—that’s an implication of deeper sentience and the capacity to wish and dream in my view.

Destruction is younger again, so we’re talking about sentient destruction—he was there because the first thing had the capacity to destroy, not because of creation (otherwise he should really be older than Death, or at least older than Dream).

And I feel the answer is in there somewhere? Perhaps Death came into existence because an opposing force was needed for balance? The other Endless are also tied to their opposing forces/the opposite side of their coin, but we’re never explicitly told they came into existence because of their opposite, but rather because of their primary function, if that makes any sense? I’m not sure if I’m getting across clearly what I want to say…

I’m wildly speculating here and have no clue if I’m anywhere near of what Gaiman intended, so this is total head-canon territory. I’m no-pressure tagging in @tickldpnk8 because she wrote about A Winter’s Tale before and might have additional thoughts (I remember us going off on several tangents back then 🤣).

Edited to add: This was sparked by a discussion on this post:

@psychicexpertcollector ask answered

[correctproseka]

Been thinking about absolutely strong An has been through this event.

- Finds out her aunt died from her uncle after he said her team would never beat RAD Weekend in their lifetime

- Watched her colleagues (EVER, Arata, Kotaru) get decimated in a singing battle SECONDS AFTER by the same uncle who broke the sad news to them (Arata especially getting Shredded from Taiga’s remarks about carrying dreams since he carries Soma’s dream of becoming the best singer ever)

- Later performing against said uncle with her team WHILE STILL PROCESSING NAGI’S DEATH, WHAT TAIGA IS DOING, and other thoughts racing in her head, only to get eviscerated by him sINCE SHES GOING THROUGH A LOT AT THE MOMENT MENTALLY (“Your Aunt’s dead, your team wont ever beat me, lets have a rap battle now!!” - Taiga)

- Seeing said colleagues leave seemingly forever because their dreams have been shattered, only having her own team

- Her father finding them and telling her the whole truth, which included the reason why until now everyone had been LYING TO HER FOR YEARS about Nagi’s condition

AND THIS HAPPENS ALL IN ONE DAY

AND SHE GETS RIGHT BACK UP AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF GRIEVING NAGI’S DEATH

She gets back up, thats true, but lets make a few things clear.

She only gets back up because she has her team and her dad. If anyone in her team had given up, i dont think she could've handled. And as much as she is rightfully angry at her dad, he is also a good reason she can stay as confident as she is.

Plus, we know that whatever happened was NOT acceptance, well, it kind of was, but also not. You know the stages of grief are.. weird. An skipped denial (or we can count those three years as denial), right into anger- and she unleashed that anger while singing, and is angry at her town and at her dad- and in between anger she has depression, i would say they're both so intertwined you can barely see which is which. She can't bargain, or maybe she's bargaining at herself, she cant fully break down in front of Taiga, or until she learns of everything.

And once she does, more at side cards than in the actual story. Here comes the acceptance, alongside again more depression. You just know she possibly cried herself to sleep that night- if she slept at all. But also, yes, An is strong, but we cant just ignore the fact that she set her feelings to the side enough to cry at a safe place- and that she has her team to lift her up.

Because for one. Nagi is right. If An knew about it before she met Kohane, and before they formed Vivid Bad Squad, An would have given up on music all together, not that she wasn't strong then, she would have gotten over with that situation, probably EASIER without yknow. Knowing it three years later. But also the main reason she was into music would be gone, so what was the point? Now she has more people- and more reasons- to be into music.

Just adding salt to the wound yknow.

Also my headcanon is that after An was. Like yknow, not fighting tears just because of Nagi's name (which took like a full week), Ken took her to the cemetery where Nagi is, which made An cry all over again but helped her mourn since she never had the chance to, he walked away to give them a bit of privacy while An talks to the grave to give Nagi updates about her life and in the end, she feels more determined than ever, she leaves a little drawing of the vbs logo on top of it and goes back more at peace than when she came in.

[nichoskittycorner]

It Takes Two ( A Nichojoo threesome smut)

  >> After having a drunk (and sober) heart-to-heart, Nicholas agrees to help his best friend, Euijoo, learn and explore a possible kink he has that's been on his mind for years. 

>> threesome: Nicholas x Reader x Euijoo, bf! Nicholas, degradation, oral & penetrative sex, anal sex, dp (double penetration), edging, Is Euijoo a cuck? Who knows, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, dom!Nicholas, virgin!Euijoo,

>> Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Thank another dream I had…

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  Nicholas couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure he was a little drunk, but the words that came from his best friend's mouth had him shocked.

  "S-say that one more time, but slower…"

  Euijoo, placing the half-empty soju bottle down and sighing, ran his hand through his hair. Even he didn't believe the words that had slipped through his lips actually did. 

  For years, he's had a fantasy, (A kink perhaps?) that he couldn't shake from his mind. Sure he could've asked any random set of strangers but Nicholas was his best friend who he also knew was in a sexually active relationship so why not ask him… or maybe it was the alcohol talking. 

  "I said, would you be okay with letting me watch you and your girlfriend fuck." Yep, he was so far gone, he didn't even care that he really said these words. The blush on his face is more of a sign of his drunkenness rather than embarrassment. 

   "Wow… are you like, a pervert or something? And here I thought I knew my innocent Euijoo!" Nicholas clasped his heart and fell over, landing on the 'supposed' pervert's shoulder. 

  "I'm not a pervert! It's just…  been on my mind for a while. And it keeps making me hard so-" 

  "Okay! Okay! No need to explain it like that- I'll help you. I just need to make sure she's okay with it too."

  Euijoo's face lit up. He couldn't stop the excitement that was bubbling in his chest. Both because Nicholas didn't beat him over the head over this but was willing to help him with such private curiosity. 

  "Thank you Nicho! I owe you one!" 

  "Hmm. Yeah…" And with not a moment more, Nicholas was fast asleep and snoring on Euijoo's arm. 

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  Nicholas had sobered up and surprisingly remembered that outrageous conversation from the day before. After clearing it with a sober Euijoo, he now had to ask you how you felt about it. 

  Although you loved and trusted your boyfriend, especially in the bedroom, he still liked relaying ideas to you before trying them. And that's part of why you trusted him so deeply. 

  But as you sat across from him at the breakfast table, you were sure he had fallen off the deep end. 

  You were almost certain he was joking but the way his eyes remained razor-sharp as he spoke told you everything. He was dead serious. 

  "Wait, Nicho, babe. Look I'm not against it but who is this friend?" 

  He was vague when setting up the question and thus you werent 100% sure of all the details. He sighed, his shoulders seeming to relax after that. But he still could barely hold your gaze.

  " Its… It's Euijoo." 

  And here you burst into laughter. "Euijoo!? Stop playing games, baby! Shy, never hurt a fly, probably cries at the mention of sex- Euijoo?!" 

  This wasn't just you making fun of your mutual friend. Euijoo had a reputation for being so soft and sheltered. The type who tilted his head in confusion when you joked about cock rings or ran away blushing when he caught you and Nicholas making out once. 

  So the sweet baby Euijoo saying he wanted to… watch- was just out of this world as a concept. 

  "Yes, that Euijoo!" 

  Your laughter died down slowly. "W-Wait… really…" From there, the two of you just had to soak up the situation. You both were willing to help him and it was a fun concept idea to try but where did this idea of his come from? Had he even had sex at this point? 

  Maybe this was his idea of learning. But you both were almost completely sure it was a kink of some sort. Regardless, you guys had an evening to plan for now. 

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   The three of you hanging out together wasn't new. If anything, it was a normal occurrence. But today it was tense. 

  A movie was playing while you cuddled up to Nicholas. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders as Euijoo sat on the other side of Nicholas. After you all had said hello, a blanket of awkwardness covered the room as you settled down. 

  Although you guys were okay with it, no one could imagine how to get this started. It's funny to say but all you guys wanted to do was fuck, get Euijoo's consensus, and move on. 

  As the movie droned on in the background, Euijoo had to start playing on his phone to stay awake. Nicholas was damn near snoring and you were tired of the tension.

  Starting to feel impatient, you started to kiss Nichos jaw lightly. Feathery kisses trailing from his sharp jawline down his neck. Clearly, it caught his attention as Nicholas squeezed down on you. 

  His fingers grasping at your hips to hold you still. As his eyes opened, he chuckled lowly and leaned into your ear. 

  "Ah, so you're ready now baby girl? It's about time-" His husky voice sent a chill down your back, making you press your body closer to his. 

  Nicholas peppered kisses on your lips as he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. His warm hands roam up and down your bare thighs and peeking into your shorts with cheeky intent. 

  His soft lips moved down your jaw, and up to your ear, making you moan softly. The slight noise made Euijoo drop his phone as he glanced over and saw the two of you. Stuck between stealing glances and full on watching, he instead picked his phone back up and pretended to be preoccupied. Except for the obvious tent starting to form in his pants. 

  As Nicholas' hands continued to roam over your body, he pulled you a bit closer. "Alright baby doll, don't be shy and put on a show for us, yeah?" 

  His words melted your shyness away, a now audible moan leaving your body as you started to grind down on him. You could practically feel the smirk on your boyfriend's lips as his fingers started to peel away at your clothes.

  Long digits making smooth strokes along your still-clothed cunt, finding your clit and focusing there. Audience or not, you were starting to feel that too-familiar wetness building up and you loved it. 

  Grinding your hips down to feel even more of the friction you craved so badly. Opening your eyes, you could see Euijoo was completely red in the face. Phone long since discarded as his eyes scanned your bodies up and down. As if absorbing the scene or even taking mental notes. 

   And somehow, this only encouraged you more. Reattaching your lips with Nicholas, who let out a low growl as he bit down on your lip. 

  "Look at you, soaking wet already. Is that because he's here? Are you turned on by him watching?" Maybe you were! Who knows but as Nicholas removed your shorts and your panties, the question evaporated from your mind. 

  The cool air made you gasp and cling to his hand even more. One, then two fingers into your pussy as he stroked quickly. Curling his fingers occasionally as you rode his hand. 

   You let out a series of pants and moans without restraint. "There you go you little slut. Let the world hear you too while you're riding my fingers." 

  Euijoo had to bite back on his tongue hearing that. Both out of shock and because a moan of his own almost came out. 

  He had never heard Nicholas say such things in a serious manner, especially not to you. Nicholas was always so sweet and loving, only using the most precious pet names for you. And the fact that he called you a slut and you moaned as a response was a new shock. 

  Now he had to look into himself as to why he almost let the same sound slip from his own lips. He didn't say it to him, so why was his dick only getting harder? 

  Shaking himself from his head, he was met with Nicholas pulling his cock out. And surprised he was. Sure, he's been close with Nicho for years and they've talked about their dicks before but actually seeing it was a different story. 

  Euijoo had to admit, his friend was well-endowed. Lengthy but not absurd, girthy with thick veins running the length of his shaft and a slight curve at the top. Now he was glad he was just watching and not putting out, he might've been embarrassed in comparison. 

  Running a hand down Nicho's body, you took his hardened length in your hand and stroked him a few times, rubbing your soaked cunt against his shaft and coating him in your juices. "Fuck doll, I need you so bad." 

  Spurred on by his words, you only moved faster against him. "Hmm, please baby, please I want your cock badly-" 

  Wasting not another moment, he aligned his tip with your entranced and pushed inside. Lewd noises coursed through you as the sweet familiar stretch of your pussy took over. 

 In no time, you had him bottomed out and started to bounce on his cock. Gripping his shoulders and crying out as you rode him, desperate to chase your high. 

  Nicholas continued to praise you as he moaned, holding your hips stable and leaving marks on any skin he could get to. 

  Why was all this having such a heavy effect on Euijoo? He felt lightheaded and antsy but in a good way. Soaking in the sights and smells and words. 

 His legs crossed over but were twitching as he tried to gain some relief. It was damn near painful at this point. Attempting to be discreet, he palmed at his strained member, hoping it would help. But it barely did. 

  Unknowingly, he started to pant and whimper as well, desperate for his own relief. Was he seriously this turned on by watching you two fuck? Maybe. 

  But his little pleas didn't go unnoticed. You opened your eyes to see him struggling. And in a way, something stirred inside you. You wanted to help him too, since he probably didn't know how to help himself. 

  It wasn't pity but more, 'This baby boy can't seem to cum on his own and I'll gladly help.'  Slowing down your hips got your boyfriend's attention as you nodded towards Euijoo, whose eyes were shut tight at this point. 

   Luckily you and Nicholas always seemed to understand each other, even without words. "Ah I see, you wanna help him too? Go for it doll." 

  With a kiss on the cheek, you gave him a smile. Reaching over, you placed your hand on Euijoo's- the one that was covering his dick. 

  His eyes popped open in surprise as he made eye contact with you. His face only burned up more in embarrassment that he had been caught in such a pathetic position. And somehow, it just turned him on more. 

  "Do you want help baby boy? You probably wanna cum so badly, hm?" Euijoo couldn't respond but he didn't stop you as you crawled off of Nicholas, and closer to him. Your hands work away and loosening his sweats and pulling them off to expose his underwear, a very obvious wet stain peering through. 

  Your touch on his cock through his underwear made him jump, which got a giggle out of you. "So sensitive, have you ever had anyone touch you before baby?" 

  You caressed him up and down moving extremely slowly, almost driving him crazy. Nicholas leaned over, resting his head on your shoulder. "Probably not doll. He's shivering so badly from just your hand, imagine what more will do to him." He nibbled on your earlobe as he teased his friend. 

  Euijoo's head was spinning. He was meant to be a spectator and now you both were playing with him in a way. He couldn't stop the yelp that left his lips as you held down on his cock. 

  Pulling his underwear down, his hard cock stood up, hitting his stomach. Your fingers ran along his length with a feather-like touch, making him shiver. "Look at this Nicho, isn't his cock pretty?" 

  Nicholas nodded and kissed your cheek. Resting his hand a top of yours and guiding you on stroking Euijoo. "You're so right doll. Wouldn't you like to taste him?" 

  You nodded before bending over, your lips leaving a light touch on his tip. A strangled mix of a yelp and a moan left him. This was not what he expected in any way but his body was melting into your touch. 

  The warmth and wetness of your mouth taking in his tip sent shivers down his body. This was a new sensation and it was better than he imagined. 

  He would feel shameful to admit he was still a virgin in just about every sense of the word. Besides himself, this was the first time someone had touched his dick. Blowjob and all. 

  You worked your way down slowly, taking in more of his shaft as you went. Smiling every time your tongue swirled around and he moaned, or when he would whimper the further down you went before taking all of him in your mouth. 

  While you were working at Euijoo's cock, you gave Nicholas a perfect view of your ass and pussy. Still soaking with fluid running down your thighs. Well, he couldn't just let you have all the fun. 

  Taking his hand, he spread your legs a bit and began kissing up your thighs. Licking up everything that had run down them. Once he reached your heat, his tongue immediately got to work. Licking, sucking, and stroking you. 

  His actions made you moan around Euijoo, which got the same reaction out of him. Nicholas couldn't help but find it cute. His tongue poked your entrance before sinking inside your tight hole.

  Flicking his tongue as he went in and out, pleasuring you and enjoying himself at the same time. Savoring your taste as he felt your hips jerk back. 

  Pulling back, he kissed from your clit up to your other hole. Licking around the rim as you jerked. It was rare he played with your asshole but when it did, it was crazy. 

  Taking three of his fingers, Nicholas stuck them in his mouth. Coating them in his spit before circling your hole and pushing one finger inside. A heavy sigh left your body as he pushed it deeper inside. 

  He continued to stroke his finger in and out before adding the second and a third, stretching you out more. Your hips bucked back to get more of him. "Shh, relax doll, you'll have more of me soon enough." 

  His fingers kept a steady pace at your hole as you matched the pace of you sucking off Euijoo. Who was practically a mess in your mouth. 

  His eyes shut tight as a light sweat started to build. You were teasing him as well. If this was his first time, you would hate for him to cum too early. When he started to twitch too much, you'd pull back completely and let him relax a bit. 

  You could've sworn he was almost crying from not getting his release. Stroking his thighs for reassurance, you placed light kisses on his skin. "Don't worry baby boy. You'll get to cum soon, I promise." 

   Thankfully at the same time, Nicholas gave you a kiss on your ass. Once you were loose enough, he removed his fingers. Pulling back from Euijoo, you readjusted the positions. 

  Euijoo sat back so you were straddling his lap with Nicholas behind you. His hands slowly moved up your back as he kissed along your spine.

  "Take your time doll. If it hurts too much, use the safe word okay?" Nicholas was always so sweet, especially when things were about to be crazy. 

  You nodded before facing Euijoo. Placing kisses on his cheek and neck. "The same goes for you too baby boy. If it's uncomfortable, tell me to stop." You nuzzled his cheek to which he nodded. 

  "Y-yeah. Okay. I'm ready." His voice shook in anticipation but he couldn't believe this was happening. 

  Taking his shaft into your hand, you stroked Euijoo slowly before aligning him with your pussy and pushing him inside. 

 A mewl-like moan erupted from him the second you had engulfed him. He couldn't help but jerk around as you sank down his cock at a steady pace. Once you had taken in all of him, his head fell back in ecstasy. 

  He understood the craze now. Your wet and tight folds held on and massaged his cock in a way he could only dream of. From base to tip he was drowning in the pleasure as it spread all over him. 

 After a few moments, you started to move your hips. Trying to maintain a slow pace so as to not overwhelm him. But he was already panting and had a death grip on your hips. 

  "You like that baby boy? Hm, Euijoo likes my tight pussy?" He nodded eagerly and whimpered. He almost felt pathetic with how easily he was falling apart because of you. 

  It would be a lie to say you weren't enjoying this too. There was something so hot about riding Euijoo and making him squirm and moan. Such an innocent soul (or so you thought) unraveling before you as you touched him. It only made you more soaked as you picked up the pace. 

  But you couldn't soak it in for too long. A hand wrapped around your throat from behind, halting you in your tracks. The hot, almost burning chest of Nicholas pressed up against your back as he leaned over you, his cock poking your ass. 

  "Don't finish him off just yet doll." His low sultry voice nearly ruined you there. As he still had his hand on your throat, he poked the rim of your ass before slipping in. Your body swallows him in with little protest. 

  Your body shook at the new sensation. Never had you been filled so much, a cock in each hole had you quivering. 

  Nicholas jerked his hips forward, filling you out more, and started to thrust consistently, causing your hips to naturally move on Euijoo as well. 

  "Fuck, you're such a cock slut, aren't you. Drooling and moaning because you want more of us." His words were only punctuated with a harsh thrust. 

  So quickly you had gone from teasing Euijoo to falling apart at the words of Nicholas. And it only made your orgasm grow closer. 

  Euijoo was already close himself and seeing this on you was only making it worse. Especially when your hips moved with a determination to make him finish as well. 

  "Nicho, please, wanna cum please!" You begged as you felt your body start to tingle and your toes curled. 

  "You have to make Euijoo cum first doll, then you can." You nodded as your hips bounced more eagerly on Euijoo. A hand slipped up your shirt and pinched your nipple in response. 

  Euijoo let his eyes close and his mouth hangs open. Soaking in everything. His body tensed up as the knot in his stomach tightened. Your cunt making him feel better than he ever has before. 

 Not only that, but Nicholas pumping into you at the same time and putting you in the same position he was. A shaking, pleasure-filled moaning mess. 

  That's not to say he was ignoring the lewd mess that was becoming of Nicholas. He looked almost animalistic at this point, hair a sweat-covered mess that stuck to his forehead, growls and moans mixed together as he thrusts at an almost inhuman pace. 

  It all mixed together and was almost overwhelming how much Euijoo was holding back from coming undone. But as you placed a rough kiss on his neck and moved up to his ear, it became miles easier. 

  "Cum for me baby boy, you earned it." And just like that, Euijoo came hard. His body shook and he held onto your shoulders as cum shot out of his cock and into your cunt. Flowing almost endlessly as he cried out, stars filling his vision. 

   Before you could start to praise him, Nicholas pulled back on your throat and buried himself in you mercilessly and making your own orgasm wash over you. Followed shortly by his own, filling your ass with his cum as well. 

  There was a moment of stillness as everyone came down and caught their breath. 

  Nicholas pulled out and helped you off of Euijoo. Kissing your lips and praising you before leaving to get some tissues to clean everyone up. 

  As you and Euijoo remained, he was unsure how to feel but averted his gaze. You chuckled and kissed his forehead, pulling his head into your lap. Stroking his hair to ground him. 

  "Good boy Euijoo. You did amazing sweetheart. How do you feel?" Euijoo felt so many things. He was relieved, energized, and satisfied. 

  "I feel… good. Thank you guys." You chuckled as Nicholas returned, helping you guys clean up. Once you were done, you snuggled into Nicholas' chest, still with Euijoo in your lap. 

  You were exhausted beyond reason but smiled. Nicholas peppered kisses on your face, lips, and cheeks. Resting his hand on top of yours and laced your fingers together that were petting his friend's head. 

  Surrounded by such warmth, Euijoo could feel himself drifting off to sleep. He had more to ask, more to say, but it could wait. He felt way too good to break the peace and went to sleep as the movie played in the background.

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Hi, I have a thought. From Yuuri’s perspective, also Earth’s, Wolf is incredibly impressive pretty. I wonder how people in his own world perceive him?

Hello, sorry for taking a while to answer. I needed to do some research for it.

TL;DR: In his country, Wolf's probably just average, but his status as son of a maou and fiance of another maou helps him . Since we see him from Yuuri's POV, this might be the reason why everyone thinks him so beautiful… but he might simply be Yuu's type XD

Novel 1, chapter 3

"Apparently, this group's aesthetic sense was unfathomable to Japanese people. "

Welcome to my TED talk once again, it's great to see you all:

I'm mostly going to contradict everything people say about Wolfie's beauty with quotes and sources, so if you're interested, keep reading.

Wolfie's looks on Earth: (canon? unlikely)

When it comes to novel canon, it's impossible to know how he would be perceived, as Wolfram has never been to earth, unless we're talking about the future. In the future- stories, Wolfram's beauty isn't really addressed. (other than from Yuuri's point of view)

As for the drama cd you mention here (Everyone looking at him):

"The Mazokus Casual Trip to Earth - Yuuri and Wolfram", yes, he's perceived as beautiful on earth in that cd. This story was written by GEG and maybe even with sensei's input, but it's following anime lore, so we can't really call it novel canon.

Until I have clear information about this being sensei's… I will doubt this info. She's always said (till 2011) that her characters had never been to earth. Remember that 'going to earth' was how she planned to 'end' the series, along with it being a dream. So how pretty Wolfram would be considered on earth is unknown (also where? In Japan? Maybe he would stand out more there, sure.)

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Who is the most beautiful in Shin Makoku: (canon)

As for the other world, Gunter is number one.

In novel 2, chapter one we get this info:

"…Is that Lord Günter?"

(…)

"Kyaah! His Majesty is adorable, but Lord Günter is so dreamy! That's the first beauty of Shinma Kingdom for you—he's even more beautiful when he's wet!"

"Gyaaaaaaah!"

So Gunter's traits: purple hair and eyes, tall and older.

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Wolfram paying with smiles: (canon? unknown)

People usually like to point out the "Wolfram paying with smiles" info from that one drama cd "A great day with a wonderful Ma-friend -Yuuri and Wolfram"; which ,again, I'm not sure Takabayashi-sensei participated in . (We know the 'visiting rooms drama cds were penned by her, but the 'wonderful day ones, we have no info on' ).

Therefore I can't confirm that Wolf is so beautiful that he 'pays with smiles' as stated in that cd.

Also, it may simply be Yuuri's interpretation of the situation. Wolfram is the son of the previous maou, and is the fiance of the current maou, so people may just find any requests he makes part of their jobs.

Quote here:

Yuuri: I'm trying to ask you what kind of reward they get for providing you that information.

Wolfram: I don't give them anything.

Yuuri: Eh?! Why?

Wolfram: Even if you ask me why, I don't know what to say. Because I just thank them with a smile, and everybody diligently brings me the information.

Yuuri: So, what Wolf? You just thank them with a smile and that's it?!

Wolfram: Yes. Is that strange?

Yuuri: No, rather than strange I'd say… whispers I see… so those guys in order to see him like that, they keep bringing him information.

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Wolfram reviving people with his beauty: (canon? unclear)

In the novels Novel 2, chapter 8:

"Why does this hospital have such an unusually high survival rate? Well, you see, it's a good thing for the patients' families, isn't it? It's a good thing."

I can't bring myself to actually hasten their deaths, and not a single person has died since we arrived this morning. It's a three-star hospital. The old man, who had lost consciousness a moment ago, grabbed Wolfram's hand as he tried to check his heartbeat, opened his eyes wide and called out the woman's name. The daughter and grandson were overjoyed, crying that their grandfather had spoken for the first time in four years.

Wolfram was the one who had suffered the most damage, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead and him clutching his wrist as he muttered something. It seemed like a charm against evil. It was a bit strange for a demon to use a charm against evil, though." (…)

"We've had gratitude heaped on us, and people have even started calling Wolfram the Angel of Love. "

Ok, so it is never clarified that it's because of Wolfram's beauty. Also, we know that Wolf has that healing power where when one encourages others to feel better he can heal them and take some of the damage.

It may be his power that was healing everyone in the hospital. Could also be his beauty.

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From Cherie's point of view: (canon? unreliable narrator)

In "Cäcilie's Love Love Maternity Book", Cherie says Wolfram is 'so beautiful it's a sin', and that 'he looks just like her' XD so she might be a bit biased.

She usually says he's gorgeous, because he looks like her so idk.

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From Yuu's point of view: (canon? for Yuu)

Now obviously Yuuri find him attractive. The very first time he sees him he calls Wolf's an 'angel'.

Chp3, novel 1 - He's an angel How can he be this beautiful! Because of them, his face emits an aura. Although it’s likely to seem that way because of his dazzling blond hair. His looks and voice are like an older Vienna chorus boy. His white skin seems transparent, and his irises are an emerald green that make me think of the bottom of a lake, and furthermore he doesn’t have a split chin. He’s an angel, definitely an angry angel. However, being in this place, he’s also probably a beautiful Mazoku.

Novel 2, Chp 1 - God's greatest masterpiece Lord Wolfram von Bielefelt, on the other hand, is my twin in stature and physique, but angelically handsome. If you didn’t know he was Mazoku, you’d think he was God’s greatest masterpiece. Glittering gold hair, white skin, long eyelashes, and emerald-green eyes. But that damn arrogance of his makes him sound like a yapping Pomeranian.

Novel 3, chapter 1 -jumped straight out of a shoujo manga Wolfram was a rival-less super bishounen, like a Vienna choir boy who had jumped straight out of a shoujo manga. He had inherited his mother’s shiny golden hair and her emerald green eyes. While his build was no better or worse than mine, the difference between our looks was as wide as the gap between heaven and earth. I imagined all artists in the world would fight over the chance to paint his portrait. If he had appeared in someone’s dream, the dreamer might even be moved to tears thinking they had seen an angel.

Novel 3 chapter 10 - makes my heart to skip a few beats Even though I perfectly knew that we were both guys, being pursued by such a beautiful boy like him still caused my heart to skip a few beats. At times like this, the most effective solution was to avoid looking at his face and keep chanting “He is 82 years old” like a mantra.

There's many other instances where he describes Wolfram as ultra-beautiful... but this is Yuuri.

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Common physical features in the other world: (canon)

In novel 1 we get a description of the 'human-shaped' mazoku

" The color of each person's hair and skin was truly variegated and unreal. Like I've heard, there's certainly no one with black hair. Blond hair, brown hair, silver hair, white hair, red hair, chestnut, orange (I wonder if it's dyed), purple (I wonder if it's a trendy hair dye), green (probably chlorophyll)… green?! "

So of course, we know black eyes and hair are the most uncommon, one could say exotic? Just like Wolf would be in Japan. But whenever we hear descriptions, most people that interact with Yuu are blond.

Yuu describing the first person he meets (Novel 1)

"The length of the long skirt that seemed to be dragging on the ground. The old-fashioned triangular straps tied at her chin. Those blue eyes and dull blonde hair…a foreigner! "

All of the human villages also had a bunch of blond people. So it seems like blond with blue eyes are common features in both mazoku and the humans around them.

Yuu describing some guards: (Novel 1) " The nice middle aged men rush over. I've already gotten used to beautiful forms, so I don't mind these men's outwards appearances. Hnn, umm, oh, beautiful for their fifties, older men with dull blond hair and blue eyes. However, in their vicious military training they were taught to conceal the hidden door inside their eyes. "

Yuu describing Adalbert (Novel 1) "American football, this man absolutely must play American football. His arms and chest seemed that way. With dazzling hair and turquoise blue eyes, a fine, long hooked nose even though it inclined to the left a little, he seemed to be a beautiful Caucasian macho man with a split chin. Foreigner-loving Japanese girls would probably form a line asking for photographs in this place, and if necessary they would probably put money in his bikini pants. "

Yuu describing Gunter: (Novel 1) The moment I saw his face I gave up on saying anything. He was handsome, more handsome, super handsome, and ultra some hand, I mean, handsome. I would say his graceful expression makes his cleverness felt. What a smart-looking incredibly beautiful person! But such a dull expression.

In addition to being beautiful, his voice was a baritone that vibrated in your stomach. Adalbert from awhile ago was also fairly handsome but this person was so perfect that girls would faint as soon as they laid eyes on him. It wouldn't only be girls in their late twenties who would faint. Mature women, and older women…well, ladies in general.

------------------------- In summary: Wolfram has pretty 'average beauty' for the other world. Yuuri and Wolf's mom think he's gorgeous, other people don't really comment on Wolf's looks. There may also be a difference between the way he's perceived in Shin Makoku and the way he's perceived outside of it. He's probably average, maybe slightly above average if we consider the 'Angel of Love' thing (on human territory) as being caused by his beauty and not his healing powers.

There's a lot of info here , if you find mistakes or sources I haven't added, let me know!