#I could never play this game it would break me.

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Enhypen Sex Bans Part Two 𐙚

Request

Genre: Angsty.. Fluffish..?

Heeseung

You’ve made it clear—no exceptions. The sex ban isn’t just a joke or some idle threat. It’s real. And Heeseung knows it. Every time he tries to lean in, brush his hand against you, or press a kiss to your neck, you pull away like you’re playing a game only you know the rules to.

One night, you’re sitting across from each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Heeseung’s eyes flicker everywhere but at you, fingers tapping on his knee, a restless energy barely contained.

Finally, he sighs, voice low but tense. “You really mean this, huh? No matter what?”

You meet his gaze without a hint of hesitation. “I do. You wanted to see if you could make me fold, but you forgot one thing.”

He blinks, confused. “What’s that?”

“That I don’t fold easy.”

He leans forward, almost desperate now, whispering, “This is torture.”

You bite your lip, leaning back slowly, the smile on your face just out of reach. “Good. It should be.”

His jaw tightens. “How much longer?”

You shrug lazily. “Long enough to remind you who’s in charge.”

He groans quietly, rubbing his face with his hands for a moment before looking back at you—his eyes dark, flickering with something like worship and frustration.

“You’re impossible,” he says, voice rough.

“And you love it,” you answer, voice soft but certain.

Heeseung bites his lip again, then leans over the console like he used to, brushing a slow, lingering kiss over your cheek. “I’m gonna make you regret this.”

You don’t flinch. You just smile, knowing full well it’s exactly what you wanted.

Jay

You put Jay on a sex ban, and from the second you say it, he’s not taking it lightly. He looks like you punched him in the gut, but instead of backing down, he’s already plotting how to break you.

At first, he’s all smirks and teasing comments — like he’s trying to bait you. “You’re seriously going to keep this up? What if I just stare at you until you crack?”

You don’t even flinch. You sip your drink, look right through him.

Days go by, and Jay’s patience wears thin. He’s suddenly extra clingy — brushing your hair back, leaning in close while you’re doing nothing but scrolling on your phone. You pull away every time, making sure he knows this isn’t a game you’re losing.

Then one night, he corners you in the kitchen. His voice is low, rough with frustration. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I’m not letting you win.”

You meet his gaze, dead serious. “I’m not the one begging.”

That shuts him up for a moment. You see it in his eyes — the ache, the want, the absolute need — and it only steels your resolve.

By day five, Jay’s texts are desperate little attacks: “This is torture. I’m losing my mind here. How much longer can you last?”

You reply with a single word: “Longer.”

Every time he tries to push a boundary — a hand on your thigh, a breath on your neck — you pull away, remind him you’re the one in control. And he hates it. Loves it. Wants it all at the same time.

One night, he finally confesses in a voice that’s almost broken, “I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.”

You smile, folding your arms. “Good. Maybe now you’ll learn what it’s like to wait.”

He groans, burying his face in his hands, utterly defeated. But you know this isn’t over. Jay’s not giving up anytime soon — but neither are you.

Jake

Jake wasn’t ready for this.

You watch him wrestle with the idea, that cocky confidence wiped clean from his face, replaced by something a little desperate, a little needy.

The first few days, he tries everything. Casual touches that linger a moment too long. Whispered jokes, like, “So, uh, no sex, huh? How’s that working out for you?”

You just raise an eyebrow and keep doing your thing.

He flirts harder, but there’s this edge to it — like he’s trying not to crack but barely holding on. One night, he curls up next to you and mumbles, “I didn’t think it would be this hard.”

You smile, snuggling into his side. “I told you, you’re cut off. No exceptions.”

He groans and presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe.”

Days turn into a week, and Jake’s frustration grows. He texts you during the day — short, needy little messages that betray his usual cool demeanor. “Seriously, how long do you want me to last?”

You reply with a playful: “As long as it takes.”

At night, when he wraps his arms around you, you catch him halfway through a kiss and pull back with a grin. “Remember the ban.”

He sighs, resting his forehead against yours, eyes full of longing and surrender. “You’re killing me.”

“And I’m winning.”

Jake hates losing, but right now, you’re in control. Every teasing brush of his fingers, every whispered promise he doesn’t get to keep — it only makes him want you more.

But you don’t fold.

You let him stew in that delicious tension, watching him try — and fail — to outlast your sex ban.

And honestly? It’s worth every second.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon freezes the moment you drop the sex ban.

At first, he shrugs it off, like it’s just a minor setback he can easily outlast. But there’s a tightness around his eyes that betrays him.

He starts acting louder, more aggressive in his teasing, trying to rile you up without crossing the line.

“Bet you’re already regretting this,” he says, voice low as he leans close enough that you feel his breath.

You don’t flinch.

Later, you catch him pacing near the window, hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw clenched like he’s fighting a war inside.

When he finally meets your gaze, his voice is a low growl. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re just… right here?”

You stay silent, letting the tension build.

Over the next few days, you notice the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking—eyes dark, restless, burning with frustration.

One evening, he stops beside the couch where you’re sitting, so close you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“This is harder than I thought.”

You give a small smile. “Good.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

Still, no matter how much he acts like he’s fine, the way his hands tremble just a little when they brush past you says otherwise.

Sunghoon’s pride and need are at war—and right now, neither side is winning.

Sunoo

You catch Sunoo off guard the moment you tell him about the sex ban. His usual confident grin slips for a second, replaced by a surprised blink.

“Wait, what? You’re serious?” he asks, voice quieter than usual.

You nod, leaning back casually. “Yeah. You’re the one on the clock now.”

Sunoo exhales, rubbing the back of his neck like he just realized this might be tougher than he thought.

The next few days, his playful texts turn into a low-key battle. He jokes about bribing you with bad puns and cute selfies, but there’s this little tension beneath it all — like he’s constantly testing himself, trying not to break.

During your calls, he keeps catching himself mid-flirt, biting his lip and giving you that sheepish smile when he remembers the ban.

One night, out of nowhere, he sends a voice message — softer, a little vulnerable: “Okay, I didn’t think I��d miss it this much. You’re really making me suffer.”

You don’t reply right away. You let that hang, enjoying how much he’s struggling without saying a word.

Sunoo’s determination is real, but so is the frustration simmering just under the surface.

And you? You’re quietly winning.

Jungwon

The first night without you feels… strange. You catch Jungwon’s glances when he thinks you’re not looking—those quick, almost guilty flickers that say he’s fighting a losing battle with himself. You notice how he’s a little more tense, a little less relaxed, like he’s walking on eggshells around you without even touching.

When he thinks you’re asleep, you swear you hear him sighing into the darkness, soft and frustrated. The way he’s pacing your shared space like a caged animal makes you smirk. You’re not even trying to tease him, but it’s clear he’s already losing.

Later, when he thinks you’re distracted by your phone, his hand twitches just a little—like he’s itching to reach out, but pulls back. You watch with quiet satisfaction as his jaw clenches, and then relaxes when he reminds himself of the rules.

Text messages come slower, his usual teasing cut with sudden, almost shy pauses. “I’m… trying,” he writes once, followed by a sad face emoji. You resist the urge to reply with a smug “Good.”

One evening, you catch him eyeing you from across the room, lips pressed into a thin line, fingers drumming nervously on the table. You meet his gaze and raise an eyebrow. His smirk is lopsided, reluctant—like he’s proud but also kind of miserable.

When you finally lean in close, his breath catches, and his eyes darken with want. “This is torture,” he mutters.

You shrug innocently. “You wanted the ban.”

His laugh is low, breathy. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually follow through.”

And just like that, the game changes. You see the fire back in his eyes—quiet determination, that familiar stubborn streak kicking in. He’s going to fight this, but you know deep down he’s already halfway broken.

Every time he catches your hand accidentally, every brush of skin that lingers just a second too long, he swallows hard and pulls away. The tension in the room is thick, electric.

And you? You’re loving every second of it.

Ni-ki

Ni-ki sits cross-legged on the floor of his living room, arms draped over his knees, eyes fixed on the TV playing a game he’s barely paying attention to. Every few seconds, he glances your way, a frustrated crease between his brows.

You’re on the couch, feet tucked under you, watching him try so hard not to touch you. It’s painfully obvious.

He sighs, throwing his head back as if that might release the tension coiling inside him. Then he looks over, voice quiet but sharp. “How do you make this look so easy? Not touching, I mean.”

You grin, leaning forward. “Years of practice. You should try it sometime.”

Ni-ki groans dramatically, flopping onto his back. “I’m gonna lose my mind.”

The silence stretches, thick and full of unspoken things. Then suddenly, he bolts up, pacing between the couch and the window like a caged animal.

“I swear, this is torture,” he mutters. “I keep thinking about every touch we’ve had — and not having it now? It’s brutal.”

You laugh softly, loving his flustered energy. “I told you it was a challenge.”

He stops pacing and meets your eyes, a slow, teasing smile spreading. “Challenge accepted, but damn… I’m definitely the one suffering here.”

You reach out and lightly tap his arm, feeling the heat through his shirt. “Maybe I should make the rules even harder.”

His smile twists into a mock glare. “You’re evil.”

And with that, he flops back down, already plotting his next move in this game you’ve both started.

Part 1

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AN: Sorry this took so long to put out.. I’ve had really bad writers block😖😖

[peachiejeongin]

Hi Lovely! Hope you aren't too busy to write a quick bang chan fic 😇 where reader wants to rock up in nothing but her long designer trench coat to surprise channie (a bit suggestive) but not expecting the boys to be home so before she can even make it up to chans bedroom they all excitedly greet her completely oblivious to the fact that shes naked underneath her coat and shes fighting for her life when they offer to try and take it to hang it up and just so happy to see her. also hyungin is adamant that he wants to try it on because he's obsessed all while poor reader is laughing it all off and making up excuses nervously and chan finally comes to rescue her. You can take it from there 😇

operation: flash bang (chan) | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader genre: crack, suggestive warnings: mild language, implied nudity (non-explicit), implied sex notice: hello, my love! thank you so much for your request! this was hilarious to write, so i hope you enjoy it :)

[*side note: this is the last request I have scheduled (for now), so you guys should request some stories!]

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You had a plan.

A brilliant, sexy plan.

Slip into absolutely nothing but your birthday suit, wrap yourself up in your new, designer trench coat, and saunter into Bang Chan’s apartment like a birthday gift, wrapped with a bow on top. It was a nice surprise, you figured, after weeks of him being on tour and/or glued to his studio chair. He needed a break, and your plan was completely foolproof.

Except for the fact that there were seven fools you completely forgot to consider in the plan.

You were halfway through the front door to Chan’s apartment, barely able to wipe the grin off of your face, excitement coursing through your veins. Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of chaos echoing from just inside.

Laughter, footsteps, someone yelling “Who ate my cookie?!” in what sounded like Lee Know’s voice.

Your smile never dropped so quickly.

You had no idea the rest of the members would be over tonight; after all, Chan made no mention about having company.

Before you can even spin on your heel and bail on your plan, Seungmin turns the corner into the living room, noticing you immediately.

“Hey, y/n!” he says enthusiastically. “We didn’t know you were coming over tonight!”

You let out a nervous giggle, watching as the rest of the Stray Kids members noticed you as well, eyes all lighting up as they saw you.

“Well, to be fair,” you stumbled out, “I didn’t know I was coming over either. Spontaneous plans, you know? I didn’t know you guys were going to be here either.”

“Yeah, we stayed for dinner!” Felix explained. “We’ve been in here playing games for the last few minutes.”

“Knowing him, he probably got sidetracked and is producing some off-hand tracks,” Changbin commented, laughing.

“Yeah, you know him!” you said through an anxious smile. “Let me go check on him for you guys!”

“Wait, y/n!” Jeongin called out.

Great. Just when you thought you had made the perfect escape. 

You turned around slowly, tilting your head at Jeongin, urging him to continue.

“Your coat,” he began. “It looks pretty warm. Do you want me to take it for you?”

“No!” you blurted loudly. Way too loudly.

Seven pairs of eyes blinked at you in confusion.

You clutched the coat tighter around yourself with both hands, feeling a faint flush spread across your cheeks.

“I, uh,” you stuttered. “I’m still a little cold! You know, uh, air-conditioning! Circulation, all that shit. Makes me chilly, you know?”

Han nodded solemnly.

“Airflow is a bitch.”

Suddenly, Hyunjin let out a gasp.

“Speaking of that coat,” he began, making you tense up. “That exact design was on the fall runway last year. Is it a real one?”

“Uh…As far as I know!” you responded shyly; in your head, you tried to make up any excuse you could to leave the room.

You did not get a chance, however.

“I’ve always wanted one of these!” Hyunin beamed. “Can I try it on, if you don’t mind? Just for a second?”

“No, no, no!” you replied quickly. “Hyunjin, don’t get me wrong, I love you, but um…it’s a super sentimental coat. Family heirloom, y’know?” 

You shuffled backwards a few steps, keeping the grip on your coat firm like a vice.

“I thought you bought that in Paris with Chan?” Felix pointed out, arching an eyebrow suspiciously. You shot him a look that screamed ‘please shut up,’ and he blinked back innocently. 

“You’re acting really weird,” Minho observed, furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you feel okay? Your face is really red.”

“I’m great!” You let out a laugh, way too high-pitched for your persona. “I’m just…excited to see you guys! I mean, you just got back, so I’m so excited…yeah!!!”

“I won’t hurt it, y/n,” Hyunjin told you before coming towards you swiftly. 

Instinctively, you squealed, scrambling up behind the nearest wall like your life depended on it.

Your life may not have, but your dignity sure as hell would.

Seungmin starts cracking up.

“What are you hiding under there? A party dress?”

You opened your mouth to answer.

Before you could, to your fortune, salvation arrived.

“Babe?” Chan’s voice floated down the hallway, a bit sleepy and a little gruff. “Are you…oh.”

He turns the corner and takes in the scene: you, pressed against the wall like a trapped animal, Hyunjin standing in front of you, mid-reach for your coat, and the other boys in various stages of concern, confusion, and hilarity.

His gaze fixated for just a moment on the coat, specifically how you were holding it to your body as if it were a lifeline. He then saw how the hem had fallen off slightly, revealing a bare shoulder of yours.

Then it clicked.

His mouth parted, eyes widening slightly before he covered it up by clearing his throat.

“Baby,” Chan called for you. “You remember what we talked about earlier? I need your help with that. Guys, could you give us a second?”

“Oh no,” Han muttered under his breath. “She is hiding something under there.”

“No,” Changbin suddenly said as you and Chan began heading to his bedroom. “I don’t think she is…and I think that’s the problem.”

You both ignored the chorus of laughter that erupted from Changbin’s comment. The minute you made it to his room, you let out a breathless giggle, leaning against the door.

“Holy hell!” you wheezed. “I thought I was going to die. Or flash the members. Or both!”

Chan is trying not to laugh—and failing miserably.

“I didn’t know they were still here!” Chan defended himself. “They said they were going to leave after we were done with dinner!”

You cackled, causing Chan to finally lose it.

After minutes of hullabaloo, you pouted.

“I had a whole plan for tonight,” you whispered, stepping closer to Chan.

“I can see that.” Chan grinned, letting his eyes trace the length of your coat—how it curved around your body perfectly, how it was now hanging loosely on your body as you loosened your grip.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as Chan reached out, his fingers brushing over your waist. Before you could think, he was helping you take it off, reveling in the sight before him.

“Surprise,” you bashfully stated.

“Woah,” Chan breathed out, his eyes practically sparkling. “Consider me surprised, and very distracted.”

You squeak as he brings you closer to him, holding you against his body tightly.

“What about the guys?”

“What about them?” he asks as he delves down to kiss your neck lightly.

“They’re in the very next room. What if they hear us?”

He leans up, opting to kiss the corner of your mouth now.

“Then they hear us. But you can be quiet, can’t you?”

“It’s not myself I’m worried about,” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him. Chan smirked in response.

“Guess we’ll have to see.”

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[perfectlyoongi]

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who steals your bedclothes at your sleepovers. when life hadn't yet baptized you, nights spent with Jungkook seemed eternal. at his house or yours, after dinner, on those summer weekends, you and Jungkook explored worlds and universes, discovering new emotions and sensations. and of course, with so much exploring, the two of you quickly grew tired and retreated to dreamland in hopes of continuing your adventures there. however, Jungkook's peculiarity of stealing your bedclothes made you wonder late at night if that would be a friendship that would last — after all, how could you be friends with someone who didn't know how to share during sleep? “do you really think i would steal anything from you? i don't see what i'm doing! you can't blame me for sleeping and wanting to be snuggled. i'm sorry. please, please, please.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who lies with you to people. from an early age you were taught that you shouldn't talk to strangers, especially if they were adults; as such, when a classmate's mother tried to meet you, you and Jungkook exchanged a quick glance and the rest was history. throughout your childhood and adolescence, you and Jungkook were cousins and brothers, once lovers and three times twins who feel each other's pain. you were born in germany and lived in panama. you were 17 years old when you were still a few months away from turning 15. you knew the president and, above all, you knew the state secrets kept by your parents. of course everyone knew they were lies, some even tried to sail those seas with you; but, to the purest hearts that trust in everything, you and Jungkook were a pair of barbies who simply enjoyed living. “we shouldn't tell you this, but the principal is thinking about expel you. it's true! he was talking to our father and said that if you kept stealing our snacks, you would be sent away. we are the principal's nephews, did you know that?”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who still plays in the playground with you. one of Jungkook's favorite times were the nights before school, work, life began. in the complicity that you created since you were children, you and Jungkook lost yourselves in memories and laughter, wandering the streets only moved by the happiness that emerged from your souls. but when the night was about to end, when you were already thinking about goodbyes and promises, you and Jungkook stopped at a playground and, for a few minutes, you returned to the age of innocence, pushing on the swings, sliding down the slide, playing like you used to do. for a few minutes, your life was nothing but joy and love — what more could you ask for? “i still remember when you pushed me on the swing the first time. if you look closely, you can still see the scar on my chin. i can't believe you were able to hurt me. my love for you was broken that day.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who says goodbye to you with a hug. one of the habits that Jungkook couldn't seem to break was hugging you goodbye. even if it was just a few short hours or entire days, the truth is that when there was a goodbye, Jungkook was quick to hug you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek. since you were children you shared that farewell and it seemed like he never wanted to lose it. whenever there was an opportunity, Jungkook would hug you and you made sure to create as many goodbyes as your heart could handle. “see you in the morning, my pumpkin of the forest. have something good for dinner, please! i'll meet you tomorrow for lunch. see you later.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who invented a board game with you. neither of you would confess how long it took you to create a game from scratch, but what you would confess, even brag about, is that you and Jungkook, at just seven years old, created a board game that guaranteed laughter, betrayal and tears. taking inspiration from so many games played by both, a piece of cardboard quickly came to life with bright colors and exaggerated letters, with several cards and dices as extras that completed a totally fantastical adventure. anyone could play, as many as they wanted, but it was always more fun when just you and Jungkook played without any other opponents and now, as you two were adults with your own lives, there were still weekends spent around that used board where exchanges of insults and dramatic falls filled your hearts with pure joy and longing. “don't you think it's weird that we haven't given the game a name yet? we just call it 'the game' and that's not fun. next time we play, the winner gets to name the game, what do you say?”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who knows where to find you when life gets intense. having the privilege of watching you grow, Jungkook became an expert on you: with a look or an exchange of words, Jungkook knew what you had, what you needed, what you wanted — nothing got past him. Jungkook knew you inside and out, and he knew that when you needed space or time, you always went to that specific area of the park. as such, respecting your needs, Jungkook appeared in the park when you needed him most; sometimes he would sit two stools behind you, other times he would put his coat on the floor to lay his head on your lap. there were times when he would give you headphones and other times when he would just hug you. when life got big, Jungkook helped you remember that you were bigger. “stay as long as you need. i got my car, i can take you home when you feel like it. until then, know that you just need to call me and i will come as fast as i can.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who never doubted the bond you two created. “i always knew that you would be the one meant for me. can't you see? the stars are still drawing our story and all the poets sing of our love in their works. you and i, we were made to last. the flame inside me can only be lit by you and this glow, this warmth, this love inside me — it's all meant for you.”

[quietplace26]

SDrGAU, but with a/b/o elements.

Notes: I don't consider myself a a/b/o expert by any known means, so please don't come after me if it's not up to you usual a/b/o standards, thank you.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Omegas treated horribly, OCness, and the usual cringe.

Alpha!Zhongli x OmegaMC

To MC, being an Omega had never been an easy thing.

From her Beta parents shoving her to the side while they focused on her younger Alpha brother, to her peers at school either ignoring her or bullying her, her teachers constantly thinking she was cheating as no Omega could be this smart.

It only got worse when she got older. From fleeing from her childhood home in fear of her now more violent Alpha brother, to her fearing her Beta parents would sell her off to the first Alpha they could fine.

By the time she was an adult in her early twenties, she was living off working 24/7 at awful jobs. Multiple jobs at that.

Because there was no telling when she would be fired just because she asked to take time off work for an upcoming heat...

There was also because her landlord would not stop raising her rent! And either she paid it, or she could pay it any way...

MC shudders as she remembers the disgustingly hungry look on that wretched old man's face. Ugh, his scent... So awful.

So yeah, she didn't have much happiness in her life... besides her rickety old laptop that barely works.

When she had a rare moment to herself to relax, she'd turn it on and play a few games she had downloaded onto it.

One of which was Genshin Impact. She found the story, characters, and everything else pleasant and could waist time just be running around each nation over and over again.

Of course she was F2P player, as every cent counts in making sure she didn't become homeless.

So, at most, she only had a few characters, mostly 4-Stars, and her sole 5-star Zhongli.

She still could remember the disbelief when he came home in one ten pulls. She actually cried a little, because he was her comfort character.

Too bad she lost it all due to a break in.

All her stuff, gone or destroy, mostly likely from one of her more violent Beta neighbors who didn't like her Omega stench stinking up the place...

And her landlord shows no mercy when he kicks her out onto the streets, leaving her to walk mindlessly around until she sits on a bench and cried.

What was she going to do?

She lost her home, she had no money, and the one thing that brought her a small pinch of happiness was in pieces on her old apartment's floor...

And then... It happens.

An Earthquake shakes the streets, the world maybe, and a bright blinding light feels the sky everywhere... Before it stops.

Shivering, MC stands, confused, not understanding at all with what had happened... Only finding out the next day at a small Omega shelter that she stumbled upon.

In one of the break rooms of the shelter, MC and a few other Omega women watch as reports of a GIANT land mass, seven in total, seemingly spawn all over the world.

But all MC could focus on was one report near America, a report of a giant green creature flying around, causing storms.

She recognized that creature. That was one of the 4 winds of Mondstadt, Dvalin.

A Dragon from Genshin Impact. A creature from a video game. But seeing the news report, that little fact seemed to not matter anymore.... as the lands Teyvat was very real now.

A few months later...

...MC yawns sleepily as she listens to the excited chatter of the other Earthling Omegas talking in the cart they were riding in.

The girls were excited about meeting their Alphas.

MC shakes her head with a tired smile before curling back down for a nap as she let her thoughts drift back on all that's happened to her these past months.

The seven nations of Teyvat had suddenly spawn into reality, the inhabitants being on a much greater scale than what their game counterparts showed them as, and apparently, Teyvat was a paradise for Omegas.

All it took was one tourist from Teyvat witnessing an Earthling Alpha being violent with his Omega mate and seeing how everyone around was doing nothing to help the clearly hurt Omega, and that was that.

This sparks a rather big argument between Teyvat and Earthling nations over how they treated Omegas, which the Earthling government made the big mistake of not taking it seriously.

One foolish Earthling Alpha that was at this meeting even made a rather inappropriate comment about his own Omega mate, thinking nothing of it as it was normal to say things like that about Omegas

Needless to say, this causes him to lose his Omega as the Teyvatians, who were actually the Archons themselves, demanded this lowly insect hand over his Omega... or else.

And that was only the beginning.

Soon, more demands on Earth's Omegas came as more stories of abuse, neglect, or even death reached Teyvat's inhabitants' ears.

This even leads to the Great Omega March where very large groups of Earthling Omega's, from various Earthling nations, fled for the seven nations of Teyvat as Earth's governments tried and failed hide how Earthling Omega's were treated.

MC was one of these Earthling Omegas that joined the march, having left with the Omegas that had been staying in the Shelter she had been staying in.

Her group ends up in Mondstadt, easily welcomed by the people of freedom and given sanctuary.

For the first time ever, MC felt like she could breathe. It didn't matter if the people of Mondstadt were giants, all that matter to MC was that she was safe and secure.

She had a roof over her head, her own room, clothes that felt nice on her skin, so much good food, and so much more!

There was... some minor hiccups.

Genshin Impact. Word from Teyvatians traveling around Earthling countries heard about the game, and well-

Poor Venti's disguise as a simple bard was thrown out the window... made MC think of Zhongli and if he's pissed that his retirement was ruined...

Ah, speaking of Venti... MC may have had an awkward encounter with him where she accidently admits she played the game...

But it was fine! Somehow, she became friends with the mischievous bard. She even got to meet Dvalin!

Though, she will admit he was terrifying as she was so, so much smaller than him. But she got to pet the green fluff, so that was fine!

But after month or so of newfound peace, something shocking was discovered.

One of the Earthling Omegas at the Shelter MC was staying at happens upon a traveler from Fontaine one day... and she starts to grow. She grows until she was the size of a normal Teyvatian female.

She and the Fontainian Alpha refused to be separated, the Fontainian Alpha growling and snapping at anyone who came close, holding the purring Omega protectively in his arms.

As it would turn out, the two of them were 'destined mates', a phenomenon only known in Teyvat where an Alpha and Omega would instinctively come together.

Basically, like Soulmates.

MC never heard of such of thing. Yeah, she's seen a few healthy Omega/Alpha mates in her life, but nothing like this...

Most thought this one instance was a one-off thing. But then it happens again, then reports of it happening in Liyue came in, then in Sumeru, then in all the nations.

It gets to the point where a system was set up, with the Earthling Omega's permission, where they could try and look for their destined mate.

The most easy and simplest way was simply by scenting. Various Alphas scent some rags, send them in, and they're placed before the Earthling Omega's to smell.

If an Earthling Omega reacts positively, by that, they'd glow for a split second before it stops. that means this Alpha was their destined one.

Unsurprisingly, plenty of Earthling Omegas didn't join partake in this, as most were still recovering from abusive situations that involved Alphas...

MC, on the other, thought long and hard. She... She wouldn't mind an Alpha. With Teyvat's laws being so strict, she doubts anyone would hurt her or worse... and honestly? She was tired of being alone.

She actually brings it up to Venti on one of their annual "Let's go cuddle Dvalin" meetings.

Really, it was still mind blowing to her how close she got to Venti. She's told him a lot of things she hadn't even told her closest Omega friends in the shelter...

It might help that he was a Beta, or at least as close to one considering he was an elemental spirt of the wind.

This also includes, for shits and giggles, who she liked the most in Genshin Impact. It took so much poking and probing before MC admits it was Zhongli, which causes Venti to choke on his dandelion wine.

"T-that blockhead?!" He wheezes, laughing hard, causing MC to pout.

"...Dvalin? Could you throw him off?"

Venti yelps as Dvalin uses his tail to whack the Archon off his back before the Ameno Dragon went back to purring as MC pat his fluff, ignoring Venti as he emerged from a nearby pond, looking like a wet cat.

MC thought nothing more of the conversation again after that, but Venti didn't. And when MC told him she was joining that program to look for her destined one? Well... Venti decided to test something out.

See if a hunch he was having was correct...

A few days later, MC got several pieces of cloth, all smelling of a potential Alpha that could be her destined one.

Going through them one by one, her heart sank a little as the other Earthling Omegas doing the same thing immediately found their Alpha while she was almost to the end-

MC freezes before the last cloth. Her body becomes sluggish as she nearly goes to her knees at the powerful, but delicious Alpha scent coming from it.

She barely notices her body emulate a soft glow before one of the Teyvatian Betas overseeing the operation carefully helped MC up, congratulating her on finding her Alpha.

Alpha. She had an Alpha-

She was allowed to take the cloth back to the Omega sanctuary where she spends the next few nights getting familiar with her Alpha's scent.

She whines, shoving her face further into the cloth. She wanted her Alpha, now!

Too bad she had to wait. The overseers for the program had to get everything ready for the Earthling Omegas to meet their intendeds in a safe space.

Which meant MC had to pout around with Venti, curling up on Dvalin's fluff and whining to the Ameno Archon that she wanted to mee her Alpha now.

The cloth with the Alpha's scent was still in her arms, sadly the scent had dulled, but Venti's eyes zeroed in on it, seemingly pleased with something...

(Venti thinks back to a few months ago, when he visited Liyue due to issues with the Earthling nations... again.

How the moment he stepped in to the Prime Adeptus home, opening his mouth to annoy his dear old friend, he didn't count on being pinned to the floor by a feral Geo Archon.

"Barbatos." Golden eyes flashed in warning, eyes dilated as he looks down at the down Ameno Archon. "What. Is. That. Smell?"

Smell? Was this Blockhead saying he stunk?! How rude! He'll have this old lizard brain he washed before visiting- ah, wait.

He visited his little Earthling Omega friend before leaving for Liyue. The darling even gave him hug when he bent down to say goodbye... Did Morax smell her?

After that incident, Venti never forgot about it. Morax tried to brush it off but then came word about Earthling Omega's finding their destined mates in Alpha Teyvatians in many parts of all nations, Venti decided to bring it up again.

He does so by stealing a blanket MC left behind when visiting Dvalin with him, and when he held it up to Morax... well, all he could say he was lucky his hand was still attached to his wrist.

Honestly it was amusing watching the mighty God of Contracts rub his face all over that blanket, purring loudly as he does, trying to inhale MC's scent. Venti even saw some his more Dragony features pop out in a puff of smoke... only to freeze when he realizes Venti was still in the room, smirking knowingly at him.

After that the Geo Archon was more open to listen, and when Venti explains MC was joining that program where Earthling Omegas were looking for their Alphas, Morax bristles, saying there was no need, she was obviously HIS.

So, Venti may have... sabotage MC's list of Alpha's, sneaking in Morax's own scented cloth to the list. But it was worth it seeing the tiny Earthling Omega happily chirp and purr as she scented Morax's scent.

What can he say? He's a good guy who likes to help his friends, ehe~)

...Today was the day, MC and the Earthling Omegas who also had mates in Liyue were prepared to be shipped off.

It was emotional, as MC felt like Mondstadt had really become a home for her. And she'd missed Vent and Dvalin so much!

But Venti promises to visit, saying once she was of his height that he'd take her out to drink in celebration of her finding her Alpha.

Dvalin also said he'd visit, playfully threatening to steal her away from her Alpha for cuddles and scratching if he felt like it.

And so, MC was off to Liyue.

She wasn't going to lie; she was nervous. VERY nervous.

She was going to meet her new Alpha, the one who'd be her mate, her destined one.

Despite her nervousness, she was also excited. Her having an Teyvatian Alpha meant she wouldn't be tiny anymore. And Liyue! She could finally see her favorite nation with her own eyes!

And Zhongli... well, she might as well throw her old crush on the man away, she had an Alpha waiting for her after all...

The trip from Mondstadt thankfully only took a day at most, giving MC a chance to see Liyue at nighttime, and it was beautiful.

Now in Liyue, MC and the other Earthling Omegas were led to an inn for the night, as in the morning, they would finally meet their Alphas.

Needless to say, MC didn't get much sleep that night...

Soon, morning came with the hustle and bustle of getting ready for the big moment.

Liyuian stylists helped MC and the Earthling Omega's into special dresses fit for the occasion. MC's, though, looked slightly different than the others... It was Geo yellow, with the symbols of Geo all over it.

Was her Alpha a Geo user? Ah, that must be it.

Once dressed, each Earthling Omega was lead one by one out their hotel room and taken to meet their destined Alpha.

Time ticks by, and soon, MC was the last Earthling. She nervously tapped her foot as she waited her turn. When her name was finally called, she was on her feet and out the door in seconds.

She allows her guide to carry her tiny form through winding hallways before coming to a stop before a door and slides it open, where inside, MC was placed on a soft pillow in the middle of the room and instructed to wait until her alpha arrived.

Settled on her pillow, MC had no choice but to wait in silence... again.

More time passes, and MC even starts to doze off on the comfy pillow when the door behind her opens.

The familiar scent of the Alpha that's been on her mind for weeks filled the room.

Like the warm balm of a crackling hearth fire, tea leaves steeped too long in a pot, damp earth after fresh rainfall- the Alpha smells the way MC imagines a house would, and it’s so inviting and cozy-

MC shudders, a soft whine leaves her throat. She wanted to desperately turn around and see the one who made her mind go fuzzy and warm-

But she was nervous...

A deep, rumble chuckle fills the room at her whine, making her whine again as that sound was not fair at all- before freezing.

That laugh... it sounded familiar-

"Ah... So, you are the one who has taken over my mind... Your scent..." The painfully familiar voice growls, his scent filling the room even more.

It made MC keen as she sways on the pillow, still refusing to look at the Alpha's direction. She was much too afraid too.

Because she was afraid. Because she thought she was going crazy. That voice- could it be-

MC feels him sit behind her. His scent growing only thicker, muskier.

"Precious one, my precious Gemheart, why won't you look at your Alpha, hm? Come now... Look at me."

MC felt so floaty right now... she... she couldn't upset her Alpha... She couldn't be a bad Omega-

Slowly, she turned, her eyes dazed as she looked up, and up, and up, finally meeting her Alpha's face.

And she was right. His voice did sound familiar. It was-

Zhongli barely gives her a moment to take in everything before one of his hands touches her, cradling her smaller form, and MC feels body jerk with a cry as something begins to happen.

She begins to glow. She begins to grow.

And just like that, she was now bigger. Her limbs heavy, her sight blurry, her sense of smell overwhelmed from the magical transformation.

But even so, the strong arms wrapped around her trembling form grounded her.

Her face nuzzles into the collar of Zhongli suit, mewling sweetly as she curled up in her Alpha's arms. "A-Alpha. My Alpha."

So dazed and deep in an Omega Headspace, she barely notices Zhongli shifting around, or that his form grows slightly bigger, his clothes become tighter, something heavy and scaly sliding across the floor, smacking into furniture.

But she does notice the horns sprouting from his head once she peeks up at his face. He had a wild look about him, his golden eyes flashing, glowing dangerously as they stare down at MC was the moon and stars.

"MINE." Zhongli's voice distorts. An inhuman growl no human Alpha could ever dream of making comes rumbling from the man- Dragon's throat. " My Omega, mine-"

Over and over again, he growls out that single word 'Mine' as he cradled her close, refusing to let go, and MC was fine with that.

Because she was right where she was supposed to be...

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello there! I've been subscribed to your blog for a long time; I remember loving your writing and theories! And even though I haven't played for 2 years, last week twst nostalgia suddenly hit me and I've started rewatching main story of the game :D (Though I haven't read it all still...). It made me think about something, and I'd like to see your opinion on the matter if that's alright. If something similar was already asked and I missed that, please feel free to ignore my message.

So, hypothetically speaking, if a NRC student gets bullied and asks Azul for help to deal with bullies, is there a chance that, considering his backstory, he might be a liiiitle bit more lenient and prone to name the price for his services lesser than he usually sets? Or do you believe it depends too much on what kind of relationship he and the person asking him for help have? (For example, Azul will be lenient only if he and that person are good acquaintances, or have some kind of pre-established rapport at least maybe?). What kind of other factors could contribute in this as well? I hope my question is understandable and coherent enough, I am not a native English speaker >< Have a lovely day!

Ayyy, welcome back ^^

As for your question… I don’t think Azul would be more lenient with a client that is a victim of bullying. There’s several reasons I feel this way:

1. It sets a bad precedent. If Azul is “soft” with one client, there’s a chance word will spread and other clients will start demanding he lower the costs for them too. People will come in with all the wrong expectations. It’s the whole “give them an inch and they’ll walk a mile” thing. This would make future deals unnecessarily annoying.

2. It messes with his carefully cultivated image. He’s supposed to be impartial with each and every single one of his clients. What does it say about him if he breaks this clause? Azul will come off as unprofessional, biased, and even weak. Like what if someone hears about the deal he cut with the bullying victim because he pities them? Azul wants to come off as tough, not sentimental. And if he comes off as sentimental, what’s stopping others from digging deeper into him and trying to locate other insecurities and weak points?

3. Azul has already demonstrated that he gives no mercy to those similar to him. He believes that his past self is weak and pathetic, hence why he tries so desperately to erase his past. Azul has also developed into a bully and an opportunist himself in modern day. This leads me to think that if he were to come across someone similar to his past self, he’d think them easily exploitable instead of someone he should support. We see this implied in his dynamic with Yuuta Mito, the Yuu for the Episode of Octavinelle manga. Although not explicitly pointed out in the narrative, we do see many parallels between Yuuta and past!Azul: they’re overweight, have a parent that runs a restaurant, and love eating good food. Even if Azul isn’t familiar with the particulars of Yuuta’s background, the fact remains that 1) he can relate to Yuuta based on physique alone and 2) Yuuta would have experienced similar bullying by mobs (and arguably Ace, Riddle, etc.) that game!Yuu does; these are both very similar to Azul’s own experiences. But what happens? Azul still doesn’t cut Yuuta any slack and is willing to make him go homeless anyway.

4. Even without his childhood trauma, he does not seem to spare others. In his book 7, we see a potential scenario in which Azul was never bullied as a child. Despite this happier background, Azul still chooses to bully land dwellers (land dwellers that, mind you, did/said nothing to provoke him or to warrant this treatment).

5 Azul is primarily concerned with accumulating things of value for himself. Greed is a huge aspect of his character (especially if we’re talking pre-OB era Azul); having all his contracts sanded is, after all, what triggers his OB. I think he’d be much less concerned with the circumstances of others.

If it sounds like I’m overthinking this, it’s because I am 😂 and because Azul, too, overthinks + considers the future in decisions he makes in the present. For example, he refuses to sign any contracts until he has read it over multiple times and understands all of its terms and conditions, such as the NDA in book 6. He also refuses to accept extremely valuable clothes because he worries he will be put in a position where he owes someone else an immense debt (in Tapis Rouge/Red Carpet Cadets). Overthinking IS Azul’s modus operandi.

If we want to consider other factors, personal familiarity with the client is definitely one—but I don’t mean it as in, “he’d be more lenient with a friend”. I mean it like, “he would cut a kinder deal with a repeat customer”. You know, to thank them for their business and to incentivize them to keep coming back.

Other factors to consider (although by no means is this an exhaustive list) might be:

Number of bullies that need to be “dealt with” (more bullies -> higher payment demanded)

Severity of bullying (just some name calling would be less effort to fix; this would not be so if the bullying was much more intense)

Form of bullying (verbal, physical, cyber, etc.; this would impact just how much effort, and what kind of it, Azul has to apply to solve the issue)

Identity of the bullies (if it’s an Octavinelle student or a freshman, they may be easier for Azul to intimidate; if the bullies are wealthy/powerful or of high status, like a dorm leader, they would be harder to deal with)

Client’s requests (what do they actually want, in terms of “dealing” with the bullies?)

Client’s desperation (Azul could milk this to get more payment out of them)

[heeikeuu]

Nightly Rendezvous – L.HS

🂱 Pairings: Spy! Heeseung x Fem! Fatal reader DRABBLE

🂱 Warnings: VERY Suggestive (sexual tension but no smut), killing, profanity, no established relationship, rivals, mentions of death, mentions of minors being trafficked, mutually possessive reader n Heeseung, Heeseung is a littleeeee yandere leaning (my hand slipped I swear).

🂱 Note: Writer's block been on my ass so here's a drabble to make up for my absence, I promise I will finish the other hee fic soon 😭

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The bar was somewhat peaceful, lights dim and music playing softly in the background. You swirled the glass of overly expensive champagne in your hand, almost bored but your posture remained ever so dangerously elegant. A true fem fatal by nature.

Your mission tonight was simple. Seduce another stupid rich man, get his money, and leave without a trace. But your confidence wavered when you felt his gaze. His piercing, unmistakable gaze. Lee Heeseung.

You choose to not address your relationship status but you couldn't fully deny the way your stomach turned into emotions you buried under a playful attitude. It's a game of push and pull that you both became enamored in even 5 years after knowing each other.

Not spotting your target yet, you decided to make your way to him. Eye contact never breaking as you set down your glass, black silk dress defining your curves as your hips moved in a subtle but hypnotizing manner. One that he couldn't miss even if he tried.

He was in a trance. Almost forgetting what his objective was. Eyes never able to leave your body and face, especially eyes. Standing dangerously close to him you place your hands on his chest with a faux pout on your lips as you look up at him, "well, if it isn't my favorite boy toy." You playfully retorted, a small smile on your lips.

Her voice alone could prove the existence of sirens. He thought to himself.

Heeseung’s hands found their way to her hips like a familiar dance. His team mates hidden in the shadows watched in disbelief, wondering who that woman was and how the hell did Heeseung let her so close to him so casually. But she wasn't just any woman. Not to him.

Oh no, in this sick twisted dance, she belongs to just him even if he was completely at her mercy.

"You wound me, baby," he finally responded, voice ever so smooth, leaning a little closer than necessary. Her scent making him dizzy with desire.

"Heeseung the target is almost here stay focused." Jay spoke calmly through the small ear piece.

He cursed his best friend in his head for interrupting the moment. Clearing his throat, you speak before him.

"Would love to continue standing here and chatting with you, but I have a job to complete today." Your eyes playful as you kissed his cheek, daringly close to his lips.

He held a calm demeanor but his heart was drumming through his ears if he were to be honest.

Disappearing into the shadows, both of you had the same target in mind tonight. Unlike Heeseung, you came alone, like always. You preferred to work alone, less hassle and perhaps you were too much of a control freak to ever need help.

You set your eyes on him. Mr. Park. He was in his early 30s, not that hideous in the looks department but still looked like a creep no less with those clearly underaged girls sitting close to him with uncomfortably tight clothes and smiles.

It made your blood boil but u stayed calm and collected, not wanting to mess this up. You had a mission to follow after all.

Your moves were always calculated, elegant, and undeniably sexy. Not taking up too much space but holding your own boldly. Like a quiet snake slowly slithering itself into its prey, toying with it before showing your fangs.

Mr. Park was soon very interested, his perverted eyes soon landing on you and your figure. You had trained yourself to not roll your eyes at how predictable and useless men are.

Jazz music played in the background as you sipped on your new glass of champagne.

You knew Heeseung and his men were here to kill this man. Despite knowing that you had the same goal you couldn't stop the rush in your veins to be ahead of him. As always.

This silly little game of rivalry to mask the thick tension and chemistry between you two, you knew you were too much of a coward to truly let yourself be vulnerable in front of him but he still chose to let you think you took the lead.

It didn't take much for you to lure the man into a more secluded area, hidden behind the bar doors. Not even bothering to glance back.

Checkmate, bitch. You smirked to yourself.

Standing by the door, you finally turn to face Mr. Park, who was eyeing you like a piece of meat.

Disgusting pig, you thought to yourself before smiling and walking closer to him. "What took you so long, I was almost getting bored." You spoke in a whiny and almost childish tone, your hand grabbing and playing with his tie innocently. Always knowing how to trap your prey just right.

The man was clearly a little tipsy which would make your job a whole lot easier.

"I'm sorry babygirl, daddy is here now." He smirked. You wanted to kill him right here and there. But more than you, Heeseung who was watching. Waiting for an opening to strike wanted to strangle him. The veins on his forehead and arms almost popping from watching that freak touch you and dare to breathe your air. Nobody was allowed to touch you but him. If anyone did, they wouldn't live to see tomorrow but you didn't need to know that necessarily, or maybe you did and pretended to not know because you secretly loved it. Who knows.

All Heeseung knows is that he wants to kill that bastard even more than ever now. He was just waiting for a signal from Jay.

You on the other hand led the man to the bedroom. Asking him to lay down gently on the bed and close his eyes for a surprise.

"You have to promise," you told him, he nodded, promising to not open them.

Dumbass. You thought before carefully and teasingly removing his pants. With your free hand, you pulled out a small syringe from your garter. Enough to kill anyone out in 2 minutes tops.

He let out moans that made your skin crawl but you kept your composure. Slowly shifting. You pierced his skin with your hand hidden behind your back. Leaning to his ear. "I hope this is okay," you asked innocently. Throwing away the syringe to the floor. It was so faint he couldn't even feel it in his state.

But the show was soon stopped when the door bursted open. Letting out a sigh, you already knew who it was. Heeseung. As always. Pulling yourself away from the man swiftly. He was in his underwear with his pants down his thighs and honestly you could just tell he was small. Must not be very popular with women his age for a reason.

"What the hell are you doing here!" He yelled, embarrassed, trying to stand up and almost falling because of his pants, you let out a small snort. He turns his head towards you with wild eyes, "what the fuck is so funny, slut-" whatever he wanted to say next to cut off by Heeseung throwing a meaty punch to his face, letting out a big wince he spits out blood. Still tipsy and not able to stand all that straight.

You sat on the bed, crossing your legs, letting your bored and stoic expression shine as you stared at your nails absentmindedly.

"HEY LOOK AT ME-" Another punch was thrown to his face. This time knocking a tooth out.

"Listen here you shriveled up pervert, you got a price to pay and you know your clock has stopped ticking a long time ago." Heeseung's dark tone sending chills down your spine and other places you probably shouldn't name.

"First you mess with my men," he grabs his neck, dragged him to the nearest wall with full force. "Then, you touch, my woman." His tone dangerous and low.

Oh that made your thighs undoubtedly clench. Gulping, you remain silent. Acting unbothered but the heat made its way to your ears and face. The makeup not hiding it all too well.

Heeseung knocked the man out with one final punch that sounds awful. The sound of his jaw dislocating making your skin cringe.

Heeseung slowly backed away, dusting off his clothes like his knuckles aren't bruised and bloody. Like this was just a normal Friday night for him, and honestly, it was.

He turns to you. His heated gaze making you unable to look away. Suddenly closing in the distance between your bodies, his hands were on either side of your legs. Breath fanning against your cheek.

"You done playing, angel?" But it wasn't really a question and yet you still answered. Hands slowly grabbing his bruised one before kissing his knuckles gently. Catching him off guard, making his breath hitch, his bambi like eyes making your heart leap. You wish in moments like this time could just stop forever but you would never admit that to him, instead you slowly put your hands on his neck, nails carefully caressing the back of his soft hair.

"I was almost close to throwing up this time," you sighed, "but luckily my shining knight in armor came for me," he didn't miss the sarcasm in your voice but he knew there was some truth to it.

Only tonight Heeseung didn't want to play along. Oh no, he had something to prove.

"I'm sorry, baby, did I take too long?" He caressed your cheek before grabbing your chin firmly making you look at him. His eyes bore right into your soul, leaving you in a trance. But the moment was broken yet again by Jay's voice cutting through the tension in the air as he instructed Heeseung to make his way out before more of Mr. Park's men came down to play. Noticing the slight shift in his gaze, he let out a tsk. Clearly annoyed.

"Aww, is play time over-" He unexpectedly cut you off by manhandling you effortlessly into his shoulder like you weight nothing in his strong arms.

Letting out a gasp, "Heeseung what the-"

"As much as I love hearing you say my name. Not know baby, save the talking for later," he swiftly handed you a gun. "We got a job to finish first."

"I don't remember signing up for this." You grumble but ultimately comply, loading the gun easily with one hand.

Little did he know you took on this job knowing he would be there. And maybe he wasn't the only one here who had an unhealthy checked obsession with this intoxicating dance.

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[forsaken-headcanons]

hi gang I haven't talked about Jason much lately.. anyway time to not talk about Jason again.. im also off anon.. I'm becoming more confident (plus I'm gonna be talking more about my au on my tumblr so uhh.. am i allowed to say that? idk, but i already have so..) still gonna sign off as anon tho so it's easier for me to find my headcanons here 😓😓

also hi u guys are open again that's so silly i love you guys mwah don't go bald on August 23rd 2031 at 5.47pm GMT timezone.. /threat. <3

uhhh continuation of this ig..

https://www.tumblr.com/forsaken-headcanons/783700752669540352/hope-u-guys-r-okay-considering-there-is-315-asks?source=share

it's au time aka I lowks forgot to say that 1x1 is also being tortured because I hate them (lovingly) I need to torture my (second) fav killer, cuz I ain't doing nothing to my baby Jason. you will NOT catch me writing angst about JayJay 😭🙏

also actually laying this out well so it isn't as fuckass as my other ones 💔

FIRST - the 1x1 au lore.. >

- a prophecy was created about the first child of Telamon - a child that was yet to be born. The child would grow from a sweet, caring one into something engulfed by malice and hatred.

- Once the first child of Telamon - 1x1x1x1- was created, the whole of Robloxia fell silent, fearful of what the child would become. Those who followed prophecies rule by rule and those who enjoyed results were excited. Would the first child of Telamon break the prophecy? Or would it be consumed by it's density just like the others before it?

- When Telamon deemed 1x1 to be old enough, he told them about the prophecy, about the fate that laid ahead of them. Though he left out very key parts out, parts that would eventually ruin 1x1.

- 1x1 was distraught, they didn't want to become a creature of hatred, they didn't want that for themselves. So they tried to stop it. They tried to always make sure that they were nice, that they never did anything that could be deem hateful. They did it so much to the point they became obsessed with it.

- And the obsession eventually led to the hatred. The obsession consuming 1x1 to the point where they hated it. They HATED.

- Thus the prophecy was fulfilled. And the first child of Telamon was turned into the creature of malice and hate that they were always fated to be.

- Now, what was the part that Telamon left out? The part that had made 1x1 ruin themselves without even knowing about it? Well, the prophecy stated that the one who tries to be the opposite of what they are destined, they will be it. If 1x1 hadn't tried to not become hatred and malice, they wouldn't have become it.

- If Telamon had told them that they didn't have to be overly nice and never hateful, they would have not become this. If they stayed the way they were before being told about the prophecy, THEY WOULDVE BEEN FINE.

- Taphs made a some point during this uhh yea he's just there, there's no prophecy about him , he was just made to serve Builderman

- UHHH they get forsakened

- rip

uh anyway au headcanons - (is it really headcanons if its canon to my au.. UHH)

- they/her 1x1 my love.. they prefer they/them tho so

- a sensitive soul but doesn't like to show it cuz she's supposed to be this disgusting creature of hatred - THEY CANT BE SENSITIVE!!!

- They can't stand being alone , lowks always with John Doe (I ship 1xdoe so uhh.. my otp since like 2016 I love them..)

- cuz yk they're a being of hatred they get angry a LOT quicker than anyone

- favourite movie is Lego Batman (It's the only movie Telamon let them watch.)

- surprisingly good at many card games, she prolly played some with Robloxians when they were obsessed with being nice so they just gradually got better at it

- they HATE touch.. always have despite ignoring it for like a realllllyyyy long time, they move away from touch the SECOND they feel it. Recoils at it.

- likes to paint, especially people they like and sceneries that are nice looking

- they have a ranking of all the killers and survivors, Shedletsky is at the bottom of both.. despite not even being a killer..

erm that's all I have for now hehe /silly (mod c00lkidd has infected me.) anyway SORRY FOR THIS LONG ASS WALL OF TEXT FUCKIJG HELL HOLY ESSAY.. - mb gang half of this is just the intro erm.. oopies

- 🔪🥩 anon

(not my drawing)

Self fulfilling prophecies... Doomed self fulfilling prophecies oh my god that makes me so sick. Being so afraid of becoming something it instead comes the other way around oh my god

1x being sensitive makes sense to me, being a literal being of hatred they would be rather sensitive to negative emotions and easily triggered.

[motheroffeline]

Just a Dream

Dark fic, Stack "Elias" Moore x reader (Dula)

Dula found herself running in the forest at speeds she didn't think she could muster in a million years. Wind whipping across her face, blood rushing in her ears, and denim jeans stained from swamp water. Laborious breaths escaped her slackened mouth as she navigated through the large expanse of the woods not knowing which direction to go.

Of course, his footsteps couldn't be heard because he liked to play with his food. Dula felt as though she had been running for days at a time when she might have only been running for minutes. The strong cologne she had applied on the back of her neck had waned from being exposed to the harsh whipping air of the night. Every now and again he would allow Dula to hear the huffs and puffs of his movements as though he was exerting considerable effort: this too was a part of the game.

Dula remembered meeting him while going on her hike and being wary of him. He introduced himself as " Stack Moore" which put her off at first, but she denounced it as a considerable mistake while naming him during birth. She had never met someone who talked so much that it could barely be seen as a conversation.

"Went round to my ol' boy's house and damn cigarette almost burned the carpet up!"

"Got food poisoning from Ms. Beck's diner...ain't eating there no more."

"Wonder when I'll ever be free."

That last statement of his aroused Dula's attention.

"What do you mean by that? I mean we're as free as we'll ever get just hiking around in the great outdoors. Birds chirping they damn heads off in the distance, mosquitoes tearing ya leg up, and just the beautiful moon." Dula was practically raised in the outdoors learning how to fish from her daddy and what plants were poisonous from her mama.

Stack let out an abrupt chuckle at her childlike enthusiasm. "Nobody in this damn world is really free. Way back to Jim Crow us black folks could never really get ahead. Now? Goverment got his hands wrapped around everybody neck no matter your background. So you tell me sweetheart how I'm free?"

Silence formed between the two of them before Dula opened her arms.

"The fact that we are living in this world and breathing this beautiful air is enough freedom isn't it? Can't say I'm in love with the chains on me but I learn to deal with them. Think about animals... always being targeted by something else and just having to hunt to eat. We as humans? Top of the food chain nothing else could ever beat this, really." A jolt of surprise traveled out of Dula's mouth at the realization that tears had sprung from her eyes. Ever since she was a teenager everything in the world made her get emotional. Admittedly, she was a little too sensitive but Dula would be damned if she let the world bully her out of it.

"We?"

"Yes, we as people?"

Stack licked his lips while staring at Dula and she saw the flash of his gold of his eyes; teeth sharper than what they were at first. Her feet started to carry her back before she could even process what she was saying.

"Listen, all of this damn kumbaya shit is real sweet but you don't know the half of it and it's killing me. Hell, you assuming that humans just safe and can frolic around whenever right?"

Dula's breath caught in her throat.

"S-Sir your eyes and teeth?"

Stack chuckled to himself before looking back up at her. "It's real too. Whatever you think them pretty lil ol' eyes of yours seeing is real. Sweetheart you smell sweeter than any damn flower and here you go on all about this "beautiful world" of yours almost about to break this heart of mine."

Dula took off running before she knew it and had been running ever since. Stack would make noises way off into the distance and sometimes it felt like he was right next her ear beckoning her to come running back towards him. Raspy chuckling appeared right from behind Dula and she looked around to meet those golden eyes of his.

"Where you goin? Stop."

Without warning, Dula's body froze up and she couldn't move a hair.

"Please let me go!" She pleaded but his eyes remained inhuman as they ravaged her body.

He walked closer to her and brushed her coily hair away from her sun-kissed face. His hand came up to palm her copious ass from behind as he kissed her neck, the rush of her blood making him as hard as steel. Soft lips kissed her throat as her body succumbed to the pleasure he was making her feel. Dula whimpered as the forbidden bliss began to blossom.

"Why you doing this to me? What are you?" Dula spoke in fearful, lustful gasps as his tongue licked up and down her neck like a popsicle.

He smiled against her neck.

"Whenever I get a chance to teach somebody a lesson that's what I do. See the biggest mistake you have ever made in your life is assuming that I was a good man! Hell didn't even know me and invited me on your lil hike. Think a lot of people gonna miss ya?" Stack kissed down to Dula's soaked jeans where she was soaked from running in puddles.

"Yes! I will be missed! Let me fucking go so I can kill you right here. I'll be damned if I die like this..."

He began to unbutton her blue jeans looking up at her through his thick lashes.

"You was doing some damn running wasn't you? Pants soaked and everything... and not just from no water either." Stack drooled as he looked at Dula's pussy practically eating up a thong that was way too small for her. Experimentally, he tugged the thong to where it was rubbing up and down her clit.

Dula cried out and looked at him in dismay.

He smirked as his long tongue lapped at her clothed pussy causing her to keen.

"I need to see the whole damn package ain't no sense in just teasing myself." Stack pulled Dula's panties down in one go. "Listen...I'm gonna let you move again and you're going to let yourself experience another type of freedom...free to give into wickedness. You ain't gotta understand what I am to want to fuck me Dula... Nahhh it's just bullshit people telling you."

Dula bucked against his face as he began to vigorously devour her pussy like it was a gourmet meal. His tongue would lick her swollen clit from side to side and then he would gently suck on it which he began to find out that she liked a lot. Stack's thumbs pulled her thick lips apart just to sink his serpentine tongue into her tight hole causing her to scream in pleasure.

"Oh godddd what are you doing to me? Stack? Unhhhhhhh why it feel so good?" Dula whimpered needily as his tongue dipped in and out of her like she was a ripe fruit in summer.

Stack spoke while eating her pussy causing delicious vibrations to travel from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was like a warm sensation was traveling everywhere dying to get out. Dula began to buck faster and faster into his mouth frowning in pleasure at the wet sounds of her pussy sounding like Stack was dipping his face in lake water.

"Gonna cummmmmm!" A high-pitched squeal came from Dula as she squirted all over Stack's enticing skin causing him to shine.

He licked the remainder of her arousal away from his lips and looked at her. "Dula...See? I made you feel so damn good you didn't even wanna run away. I can make this shit a reality every single fucking day if you let me sweetheart. Fuck the world... we can put all that nirvana shit behind us and live in the moment, Dula." She stared first at his fangs; then, at the large amount of drool escaping his mouth, and finally the unnatural nature of his eyes but none of it elicited fear in her body anymore.

"I want it Stack."

"Want what?" He said in a sing-song voice.

"Whatever you want to give me I'll take it..."

He smiled deviously before removing his own clothes and laying on the woodland floor staring up at the uncertain face of Dula.

"Come do what you want to my body baby. Let that mind of yours be free for once huh?"

Dula gulped before gently grabbing his dick and stroking it while staring into his eyes as he groaned. After some while of admiring the length and girth of him she gently lowered herself down on his dick wincing at how big he was.

"Ohhhh shit just like that sweetheart." His praise oddly enough spurred her on and she continued to sink down on his dick whimpering at how completely it filled her. At once her mind began to think of the days where she had not met Stack and it seemed meaningless. If she considered herself to have a happy life what in the fuck was she feeling now?

"So deep in me." Dula's eyes watered as she tried to become accustomed to Stack being inside of her. He began to rhythmically thrust up into her soaked pussy as Dula bit her plump lips.

"Scream for me baby so I'll know how good it feels." Stack encouraged Dula as her mouth gaped away from how deliciously his dick was rubbing against her G spot. It had a slight curve that wasn't that noticeable but inside of her was a whole different ballpark.

"Oh yessss keep fucking me...mhmmm oh that's my spot!" Dula couldn't believe that she was being so vocal with a stranger, but etiquette had went out the window a few hours ago.

"I find it didn't I baby? Pussy gripping the fuck out me got me about to...mmmmmm."

Dula's pussy formed a white ring around Stack's dick as she rode him.

"Scream my name baby." Stack said through clenched teeth as he fucked up into her.

"Stack!"

Before Dula could even react Stack had pulled her down into his chest and bit into her neck. A look of pure horror crossed her expression as she touched the syrupy blood pouring out of her neck. Gasping, Dula almost fell on her side before Stack caught her.

"You never know when somebody gon' change they mind sweetheart. Me? I got a little hungry with all that damn warm blood sitting all pretty inside you giving you all this energy to fuck me. Damn shame you believe so easy. No telling when you'll wake up."

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In a cold sweat, Dula woke up screaming only to be met with the interior of her studio apartment. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she focused her eyes to look at the alarm clock on her dresser. She sighed feeling as though she had barely slept at all.

Dula sat up in her bed trying to grasp her thoughts. When she licked her tongue over her chapped lips, it got snagged on her teeth...sharper than a knife almost that it frightened her. Curiously she touched her canine with her index finger and was petrified at the feeling of fangs in her mouth...just like him.

[ivydoesarts]

Shoutout to @serendipitys-dragon, who really wanted some secret life Scarred moon. Here you are, I’m glad they make you as sick as they make me. Lore and thoughts under the art.

Scar spent secret life very much alone. He was the ‘bad guy’ and played solo. And during the finale, he killed a LOT of people. So when it came down to him and Pearl, I think he didn't want to be the villain anymore. I think he might have remembered Third Life, and how, after everything he and Grian went through, he betrayed him. In part, he blamed that moment for why Grian didn't care about his double life, because he never knew about Grian's own internal struggles. Seeing Pearl here, he cant do it again.

On Pearls part, I think Scott indirectly taught her a lot of unheathy love languages. What does Scott do over and over? He kills himself. If he cares about anyone, he immediatly goes into maytr mode, and dies for them. Pearl sees this, and thinks, hey, if I want to let Scar know I care, mabye thats the way to do it. I need to die for him, because thats the only way love has been shown to her. But that doesnt make Scar feel loved. That makes him feel guilty, and alone. 

They fight Gem together, and of course, Pearl ends up dying. And that breaks Scar. He doesnt even belive it until Grian tells him. 

I think this was a moment of refection for Scar. Being all alone, the person he cared about most dead because of him, this almost perfectly parrels Grians win in third life. Scar spent so long blaming himself and Grian for their seperation, and now he understands. If keeping Pearl away from him would prevent this from happening again, Scar would do it. He doesnt blame Grian anymore. He understands.

Since Scar, or at least part of him, is stuck in secret life, his first act is to haul her body out of that ravine and give her a proper burial with a solom goodbye and a crown of sunflowers woven in her hair. He lays her to rest in the sunflower vally and visits every day to ‘talk’ with her. 

Since Pearls a winner too, she can visit him every once in a while with permission from the watchers, and it breaks her heart each time to leave him again. 

Scar wishes he could go with her, wishes he was able to go live a real life, but its okay, and Pearl never misses a visit. He is content as he grows old and dies in secret life with his sunflower right beside him.

And once he’s gone, Scar wakes up, young and free. Pearl is there, and he’s back home on hermicraft until the next game. 

[alicentsgf]

as a woso fan who just started watching yellowjackets I wanna know what your niche soccer hcs for the team like tekkiest player on the team, who loves a good nutmeg, who's the sucker who gets nutmegged the most, who loves a good banger from the edge of the box, who's the attacker with the best defensive plays, etc.

Anon i love you.

Okay, so, Im gonna stick with the starters/main players. (Will put explanations of terms in for non-soccer fans)

Whose the most tekky? (aka Who's the most skilled on the ball)

Canon implies Tai has the best ball control and I like that interpretation I think she puts an insane amount of work into everything she does, and that absolutely includes soccer. She's one of the girls thats spending extra time on skills to improve her game. Definitely headcanon that she's trained herself to be able use both feet really efficiently.

Who loves a nutmeg? (Aka Who loves putting the ball though an opponents legs (embaressing them))

I feel for me this has got to be Nat. She doesn't do it deliberately but somehow she has a reputation for it anyway. When she's trying to get the ball in the box she has a tendency to slide it through a defenders legs (and she secretly gets a lot of satisfaction out of it).

Who gets nutmegged the most?

Laura Lee rip. Luckily Lottie is pretty much always there to make sure any resulting attack doesn't do any damage. Also, Laura Lee once got yellow carded for tugging a opposition winger down by their shirt in response and felt terrible about it for weeks.

Who's hitting in bangers from the edge of the box?

Shauna. I could see her running onto the box during an attack as the balls deflected and banging one in. She doesn't score often, probably only once or twice a year, but when she does its always a banger. If anyone comes 2nd in this tho its probably Mari, I like the idea they're both very instinctual players and would just shoot instead of trying to find a pass.

Attacker with the best defensive plays?

Nat. She knows the game so well and sees stuff before it happens, stepping in to put pressure on the ball before a line-breaking pass is made.

Other headcanons include:

Mari got redcarded for unsportsmanlike conduct (taunting the opposition keeper) during their States winning game, hence why she wasnt on the field during the pilot despite being the teams 10.

Lottie has the most yellow cards. Shauna isn't far behind tho.

Shauna used to play goalie when she and Jackie were kids because Jackie would put her in goal to practice shooting. This is why Shauna is their back up goalie if they have no more subs and Van gets red carded (a la NWSL playoff final 2023) which luckily has never happened.

Jackie secretly works on her fitness and skills. She cares so much but she doesn't want people to know that.

[katyspersonal]

Don't know if this was asked before but since it will soon me a year since its release, what are your thoughts on sote and radahn?

I've been rewatching jack play sote and I love everything about it but radahn, like I just can't put my finger on it (this isn't even about godwyn cause it's impossible for it to be him) it just kinda feels like (to me at least) I wish we got more about Miq and Radahn in base game to really build off the reveal, doesn't help that the final boss makes me want to throw my controller lol. I guess that's like the main thing bugging me about sote, everything else was really good. Would love to read your thoughts on this.

Yet again, I am very simple about the "no foreshadowing" situation, so it's time to pull out the Ol' Reliable:

(From this ( x ) interview)

I think that they've always wanted to make Radahn and Miquella an (involuntary) item but completely omitted the plot from the base game, with the exception of Aeonia Battle happening at all, because it would just be not worth it without the full ascension plot! Like how in base Bloodborne, Maria was not foreshadowed at all and was simply referred to as a nameless Old Hunter and a student of Gehrman. Because Doll being a grief ornament of Maria would just be not worth it without actually meeting her!

It was not just a callback to Lorian and Lothric either, because... well, Malenia and Miquella are actual callback to Lorian and Lothric. x) Younger sibling born so cursed that older one helps to lift their curse, and they basically exchange; Miquella's golden blood makes up 3.5 of Malenia's limbs, and he in turn also gets touched by the Scarlet Rot:

(Cleanrot Knight's wings reference by Youtuber Zullie the Witch ( x ))

Like, with SO much story and connection between Malenia and Miquella, there was no other reason to have it be Radahn unless they simply planned it to be Radahn from the start and now went "damn, we actually can bring it back now"! Like, yes, lolrandom ship but you go girl, as long as it is not forced fanservice (remember SVTFOE Starco nonsense to DIE instantly) I'll just accept it sooner or later! I remember it took some time to digest the PCR thing at first, but mostly because it was not a very good look for Malenia + Miquella felt like the type to embrace everyone, without picking favourite to me.

Miquella and Malenia being inspired by Radahn to aspire to be kinder and stronger respectively when they were young is also beliveable! Like, it fits into the story considering all characters and relationships, not to mention that Miquella carving his way to be compassionate and king is cooler than being "born good"! Besides, it means that Godwyn was not fit to inspire the twins to work on themselves, and what it means is that something was whack with the "perfect golden guy advertisement of how cool Erdtree is" underneath, even if he was still loved dearly. And I am all here for it! Radahn's inclusion is random without the foreshadowing, but getting him involved in the family drama even more than just the Aeonia Battle contributes, in my opinion! It offers interesting ideas, insights and interactions! "I like what I can do with this information" is the best way I can describe it.

Like, yes, they could have found a way to make PCR battle go in a more interesting way. Like it going wrong since Stage 2 because Radahn is using Mohg's body and it could break free and cause havoc and messed up mutations or something. The only flaw of the pair itself is literally lack of foreshadowing, and I already said that you just have to accept that Fromsoft does this thing consistently because their ideas never agree with their absurd deadlines xD

[averagefungus]

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[cryingjayb1rd]

fucked up dickjay where they have a 24/7 roleplay that dick had molested jason when he was robin. they slip into it without thinking. they've been doing it for long enough that they have a whole series of intricate lore associated with it. events that never happened that they reference while fucking. that they reference even while just sitting on the couch next to each other. "remember how much fun we had that time bruce went out of town for two weeks and dropped you off with me? when i told you that you had no where else to go?" "remember how you tried to drown me in the tub? how you held me down until i gave in?"

[minimoll7]

Man, really hoping I can get some good sleep these upcoming nights

I've been struggling a lot with sleep lately and its killing me Dx

[licorishh]

OK SPOILERS I GUESS FOR BLACK OPS COLD WAR UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I JUST DID THE HAVANA MISSION AND "BREAK ON THROUGH" AND I'M LITERALLY SO PRESSED RN??

I AM SO UPSET THEY MADE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN HELEN AND LAZAR WHAT EVEN WAS THAT WHY'D IT HAVE TO BE THOSE TWO THEY'RE LITERALLY MY FAVORITES OF THE NEWER CHARACTERS WHY

TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE THEY HAD CRAZY GOOD CHEMISTRY AND I WAS LITERALLY SITTING THERE THE WHOLE TIME DURING THAT MISSION THINKING "Dang y'all make a good couple y'all got it goin' on" BUT NO OF COURSE NOT THIS IS CALL OF DUTY WHERE NO ONE IS HAPPY AND GOOD ENDINGS DON'T EXIST AND LOVE IS A LIE

I struggled for like fifteen minutes just sitting there on the pause menu trying to pick UGHHH but I ended up going with Helen in the end simply because I think she can bring slightly more value to the team (NOT TO SAY LAZAR IS USELESS HE'S EXTREMELY HANDY AND VERY COOL AND I LOVE HIM) just because of her connection with MI6 and her ability to gather intel and all that good stuff and I'm just ever so slightly more attached to her as a character and I also got the impression Lazar really liked her a lot so I would've felt worse saving him and knowing he missed her like a crap ton so in the end I think I made the better decision

HOWEVER COMMA THEN WE HAVE "BREAK ON THROUGH" AND I'M LITERALLY SO MAD BC WDYM ADLER WAS LYING AND I LITERALLY DON'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY AND I HAD A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT LIFE AND I WAS THE GUY ARASH KADIVAR SHOT IN THE BEGINNING IN THE MISSION WITH WOODS AND MASON AND ADLER LIKE WHAT?? WDYM THOSE MEMORIES IN VIETNAM WEREN'T REAL?? WDYM I'VE ACTUALLY KNOWN ADLER FOR LIKE TWO DAYS AND NOT TWENTY YEARS?? Wdym HUDSON was actually RIGHT to be worried about me going into the Lubyanka building?????? HUDSON?? RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING?? NUH-UH

And wdym PARK KNEW THE WHOLE TIME LIKE GIRL I THOUGHT WE WERE BESTIES WHAT IS THIS!! YOU HAD ME RISK MY NECK FOR YOU INSTEAD OF MR. LOVER BOY AND NOW I FIND OUT YOU WERE FRICKIN LYING TO ME THE WHOLE TIME TOO LIKE?? I'm aware it was for the greater good and that technically it was good for Bell too bc now she's a good guy and isn't a bad guy (I play with female Bell to be clear because that's awesome and I love that that's an option) BUT Y'ALL STILL LIED TO ME?? I'm gonna keep an eye on those two for REAL now like watch as Adler frickin tries to offer me up as some sacrificial lamb at some point I just KNOW he will UGH

Idk I'm still holding out hope Lazar is alive somehow because technically I didn't actually see him die he was just lying there and I felt so AWFUL UGHHH

Anyway I'm going to carry on pretending he's fine and he got out and everything is hunky dory and great and he and Helen went on that date and they're together and everything is fine and wonderful

[ravenwolfie97]

i can't sleep and i want to fight youtube