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To Love a Worm | Fred Weasley

Summary: Fred is confronted with the question dreaded by all men in a relationship, "would you still love me if I was a worm?" However, a surprise twist to his conundrum causes him to become absolutely livid.

Warnings: you are jinxed, Fred getting revenge, nothing violent.

Word Count: ~2485

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Someone had decided to prank the Weasley Twins. Some poor fool thought it would be hilarious to see the duo fall victim to a prank rather than be the orchestrators of one as a method of revenge. Unfortunately, he was stumped on how exactly to approach it, not realizing just how much finesse the task would require. He brainstormed for a few days, watching as the Weasleys pulled prank after prank, hoping he would be struck with spontaneous inspiration. He almost gave up, but then he saw you. You sat at your house table during dinner, talking amongst your friends, when the twins approached you. It was no secret that you were close to the twins, being Fred's girlfriend and all. This also came with the perk of not being subject to the twin's many pranks. He sat there watching the three of you talking and laughing brightly when an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. The best way to prank the twins was to get to you. It wasn't a hard task to get close to you; in fact, you were in the same house and shared many of the same classes. He smiled devilishly and began brainstorming his plan, deciding to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

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Hey, yn, wait up!

He called, rushing after you out of the Divination classroom. It had been a couple weeks. He watched you the whole time to see when there would be a window of opportunity that he could use to perform the prank. This was it. Due to your busy and conflicting schedules, you and Fred don't see each other until dinner on this day of the week.

Hm? Oh, hello, Victor!

You greeted cheerfully, turning in his direction and offering a small wave. He had to admit he did feel bad, but the twins deserved it.

Hi. Look, I was wondering if you have time. Could we go over today's class notes? I fell asleep about halfway through, and now I'm kind of screwed for the upcoming test.

He lied, his hands slightly shaking with nerves. You took a moment to observe him, noticing his odd nervous state, but nodded.

Yes, of course, I have an hour or so before herbology. Maybe we could go to the Great-

Actually, could we go to the library?

He cut you off abruptly. You narrowed your eyes but nodded again.

Perfect! Ok, come on.

He cheered and grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the library. When you got there, Victor dragged you to a little nook, hidden away from the eyes of witnesses. You quickly ripped your wrist from his hand, rubbing it soothingly and staring daggers at him.

What the hell, Victor?

You scolded. He was too busy checking over his shoulder to acknowledge you. When he finally turned to you, he winced, feeling guilty about the red mark slowly appearing on your wrist.

I'm sorry, yn I hope we can still be friends after this.

You were a bit taken aback by his response, and as you were about to respond, he pulled out his wand and a piece of paper, quickly and quietly reciting the jinx written on it.

Vermiculus.

The last thing you saw was a flash of yellow light, then it was dark. You could hear everything around you, but you could not see. You felt yourself being gently lifted from the ground.

I really am sorry about this yn. But those Weasleys deserve it. One of their pranks ruined my chances with Poppy a few weeks ago, and I am not letting them get away with it.

He checked over his shoulder again, ensuring no one saw what he had done. He quickly gathered your clothes and belongings in his arms and ran out of the library to your house.

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It was perfect. Victor had prepared a lovely-looking gift bag with a tag that read "with love from yn." He had neatly folded the clothes you were wearing earlier inside, along with your books and wand. On top of the pile of your belongings sat a pretty gift box that he wrapped with a note attached. His nerves were absolutely buzzing now as he approached an unsuspecting Griffindor.

Hey! Hey, you!

The young student turned abruptly, watching him expectedly.

Can you deliver this to Fred Weasley? Tell him it's from yn?

They looked down at the gift bag and then back up to Victor's eyes, nodding and gently taking the gift from him. Victor scurried off to the Great Hall, waiting patiently for everyone to gather for dinner and to watch the twins' reaction.

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Um... Excuse me...

The first year gently spoke, tapping Fred on the arm as he walked into the great Hall. Fred turned and smiled at the young boy as he waited for him to continue.

This is for you... It's from yn?

The boy said. Fred offered a kind thank you and took the gift, standing straight and looking through the large crowd of students, hoping to spot you. You were nowhere to be found.

What is it, Freddie?

George asked, nudging him with his elbow. Fred just shrugged, continuing to look for you, increasingly confused about why you were not there.

Some first-year said it's from yn...

He answered shortly, following George to the Gryffindor table and taking a seat.

George... Do you see her anywhere?

Fred asked, still looking around. George also began scouting the crowd. Unable to find you as well. Both of their expressions were painted with furrowed brows of confusion.

No, I don't... Weird she never misses dinner...

George answers, pausing for a beat. His face suddenly lit up, and he turned to Fred, grabbing his shoulder and gently shaking him.

Oh, I bet she has a surprise planned for you, Freddie... That must be why she sent a random first-year to give you the gift! Quick, open it up.

George reassured his twin. Fred smiled and looked to George, nodding. He quickly turned his attention to the gift, reading the tag and blushing slightly. Victor couldn't help but giggle as he watched. In a second, Fred pulled out the poorly wrapped little box lying on top. Knowing that you were a much better wrapper than this, he frowned but tore open the paper anyway. On top of the plain cardboard box was a note. "Dear Weasley Twins. Consider this revenge for years of torment and torture. Signed by the student who PRANKED YOU. P.S. Fred Weasley, would you still love your girlfriend if she was a worm?" Fred's eyes bulged out of his head, and he quickly tossed the note aside and opened the cardboard box, gasping shakily.

Fred, you alright?

George watched the whole thing; the way his brother's face began to grow red in anger scared him. George was quick to grab the note Fred had just read and froze. He leaned over his brother's form, and there, in the box, was a small pink worm squirming about. George grabbed the gift bag from Fred as he clutched onto the box and began tearing through it, finding your clothes, books and wand. He held the wand up to Fred wordlessly. All the shock had suddenly drained from his system as he stepped up on the table. He clutched the box close to his chest and looked around the Great Hall. Everyone's eyes turned to him as he yelled?

WHO WAS IT?! SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!

He was livid. George stood up also, staying on the ground in case anyone went running. No one spoke, only sharing curious whispers and confused glances.

WHO TURNED MY GIRLFRIEND, YN LN, INTO A GODDAMN WORM?!

A hushed gasp filled the Great Hall. The headmasters are standing now and in shock. Dumbledor whispered something to McGonagall, who rushed out from behind the table, dragging Madam Pofrey with her. The two women quickly approach the twins.

Are you sure, Mr. Weasley?

McGonagall asked, looking up to Fred. It was a serious accusation, of course. One that could very well lead to expulsion.

George just handed her the note, and after a moment of reading it, she sighed and reached up to Fred.

Hand me the box, Mr. Weasley.

Fred handed her the box, watching as she pulled out her wand and waved it cautiously over the wiggly little worm. She sighed again and looked toward Dumbledor, giving a gentle nod.

It's a jinx, a nasty one at that. It's going to take some time to properly reverse it.

She explained and handed the box to Madam Pomfrey, who waved her wand over the box as well.

She's perfectly fine, Professor. No injuries whatsoever.

Madam Pomfrey confirmed and then scurried off to the hospital wing. McGonagall reached a hand out to Fred, gesturing for him to come off the table. He shared a look with George and jumped down by his side.

She's alright, boys. In only a few days, she'll be good as new. And I promise you that the student responsible for this will be adequately dealt with.

She was sincere in her promise, a tinge of anger flashing in her eyes. Fred and George trusted what she had said and were relieved to learn that you would come out of this unharmed, but they were still fuming.

Students! If anyone knows anything about this incident or if you are the one who jinxed Ms. yn ln, please report it to a teacher immediately. Those guilty will be punished. Jinxing, hexing and cursing other students is not taken lightly at Hogwarts!

Dumbledor's voice boomed through the Great Hall. Then he cleared his throat.

However, if the guilty party presents themselves to me before the end of the night, a lighter punishment will be granted, and expulsion will not be considered.

His negotiations send the twins spiralling.

That's rubbish!

They scream in unison, grabbing the attention of the Headmaster.

Weasley's, yn is unharmed. Madam Pomfrey said so herself. A little leniency in return for an answer is appropriate, if only for a few hours... Expulsion is back on the table at the end of the night if the student does not reveal themselves.

Dumbledor addresses the students and then proceeds to sit back down. George is frustrated at this point. That someone would do this to his best friend and his brother infuriates him. Fred, however, is fuming. He was always protective over yn. So much so that not even he would dare prank her with more than the smallest and most gentle of tricks. Victor had shrunk into his seat. He felt guilty, terrified and sick all at once. He hadn't realized the implications of what he had done until now. He knew he had to do what was right and stood from his seat slowly. Fred and Georges's eyes snapped in his direction, confused and angry as he avoided their gaze and began walking toward the Headmaster.

It was me, professor. I just wanted to prank the Weasleys because of all they had done to us over the years.

He explained guiltily. As the Headmaster addressed him George leaned forward and whispered to Fred.

What's the plan?

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It had been half a week before the twins were allowed to come and see you. When you were first transformed back into a human, you were completely disoriented, as if you had vertigo. You were too dizzy to even open your eyes; luckily, that is all that was wrong with you. Apparently, it could've been a lot worse, but because Victor was such an inexperienced wizard, you were spared that grim reality. You had completely recovered so much that it was as if it never happened. As Madam Pomfrey gave you your robe and cleared you to leave, the hospital wing doors burst open. Fred stood there looking around the room frantically, Geoge standing just behind him. When his eyes met yours, he sprinted to your bed and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

Careful now, Mr. Weasley. I only just cleared her.

The woman chuckled as she walked back to her desk. George offering a quick but genuine thank you as he made his way over.

Merlin, yn. You scared the hell out of me...

Fred whispered softly, kissing your temple and pulling back to look you up and down. He wanted to make sure that you were unharmed. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

I'm fine, Freddie, I promise. Madam Pomfrey made sure of it.

You placed both of your hands on his cheek, rubbing soothing circles on his jaw with your thumb. Fred sighed a breath of relief, and George took a moment to speak up.

We're happy you're alright, yn. Especially this one; he was livid when he found out what had happened.

George clapped Fred on the back gently, and you smiled gratefully up to him. Then, you turned your attention back to Fred.

Really Fred. I'm alright.

You reiterated. His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, and he nodded, relieved. He didn't wait for another second and pulled you into a passionate kiss, releasing all of his fear and sorrow within it. You were happy to reciprocate, tangling your hands in his hair as he held your waist.

Alright, well, you two seem to have much to catch up on, so I'll leave you to it.

George chuckled, waving as he backed away and left the Great Hall. You and Fred pulled away from each other and looked into each other's eyes.

I missed you love.

Fred confessed and pulled you into a tight embrace once again.

I missed you too, Freddie. I don't remember much after the jinx, though, so George is right. You're gonna have to fill me in on what happened.

Fred smiled and kissed the top of your head before pulling away.

Long story short...

He said, letting go of you to gather your robe and grab your hand. Fred began leading you out of the hospital wing as he told a summarized version of the story.

So what happened to Victor?

You asked, Fred just laughed and shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

Not expelled, but on top of the four month's worth of detention, he will have to deal with some daily revenge for a while, delivered by yours truly.

You rolled your eyes affectionately and leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you. A thought crossed your mind.

So, Freddie, I have to ask...

You said, looking up at him, and he met your gaze curiously, eyes full of love.

Does this mean you would still love me if I were a worm?

You asked with a wide smile. Fred's head shot back as a loud laugh fell from his lips. He pulled you in tighter and kissed the top of your head, and you walked back to your house to make up for lost time.

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Cake

Summary: Nanami Kento has a bubble butt, and you love it. 🎂

Characters: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Butt groping, biting, fluff

A/N: just a drabble inspired by a conversation with @sugurubabe ! I would bounce nickles off that butt.

Nanami Kento had a bubble butt, one that looked amazing in his tailored suit. You could easily spot him across the courtyard at the school. It was so full and slapable, but you had to refrain from allowing yourself to let your hormones take over.

At least when you were in the public eye.

It was free range when you were alone or in the comfort of your own home! Nanami never knew when you’d lose yourself to your carnal desires. But he always felt it. He could be walking in front of you down an alleyway and SMACK! The impact would make him jolt and hiss through his teeth as you giggle like a gremlin bolting off in front of him. Or he could be just minding his business making tea in the kitchen to feel you grope both cheeks in your hands and massage him. Nanami would sigh as he gripped the counter, waiting for you to satisfy your needs.

The fact you were obsessed with his ass didn't bother him. He almost found it endearing. If giving him a smack or massage made you happy, he would roll his eyes with a chuckle and wait for you to hurry off before going about your day with a pep in your step.

Smacks and massages were normal, something that happened nearly every day. You like to throw in the occasional pinch now and then to keep him on his toes! But for the most part, Nanami Kento was used to your antics.

At least, he thought he was.

The sun had set by the time you got home after an exhausting day at work. You had no energy to eat, watch TV, or function as a contributing member of society. You could only take a hot shower and crawl into bed to snuggle your boyfriend.

The thoughts of the warm water against your muscles kept you moving forward until you stepped through the doorway into your bedroom. The nightstand light was on, illuminating the room in a warm yellowish hue. One that highlighted the curves of your boyfriend's body, who was lazily flipping the page of his book. He must have gotten out of the shower recently because his hair was still damp. But he was ready for bed as he lounged in his black t-shirt and blue and black plaid sweats.

The same plaid sweats that hugged his ass perfectly.

You stared at his bubble butt, mouth-watering as your hands twitched and screamed for you to smack it, pinch it, and massage it. But deep, deep down, the gremlin in you wanted more. It was desperate for more. There was an aching in your teeth, and you knew what needed to be done.

Your boyfriend was so enthralled in his book that he never heard you coming. He hummed, flipping the page as you tip-toed towards the side of the bed, eyes locked in on your target. Just as he flipped another page, you struck.

You jumped forward, chomping your teeth down on his bootylicious butt. Nanami’s whole body went stiff. His eyes went wide, hands dropping the book he held before he jerked his head to look back at you. You were chomping down on his ass over and over again, moving from the left cheek to the right, making Nanami’s whole face turn bright red.

“What is wrong with you?!” He asked as you finally pulled away. Admiring the wet bite marks you left in your wake.

“Just had to try the cake you so kindly had on display~!” You go in for another bite only to have him clench his cheeks together. “Awee! Kento, don’t clench so tight! How can I bite down if you do that?!”

“That's sort of the whole point!”

With a pout, you sigh softly, getting up, smacking his plump ass. “Fine~ thanks for the meal.” Turning on your heel, Nanami sighed, relaxing against the bed and turning his head to watch you walk away with flushed cheeks. Only to watch you turn back around, pouncing on the bed and chomping down on his now unclenched ass.

“Ah!” Nanami growled as you both wrestled each other. “You brat!” he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked it gently, pulling you off of him.

You were a giggling, flushed mess. You bit your lip, and your nose scrunched up as Nanami chuckled. You were absolutely adorable despite your need to sink your teeth into him. Nanami gently pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You giggle louder, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“I love you, Kento.”

“I love you too.” He held you close. “But I'm keeping you here until the urge to bite my ass is gone.” You perked up, and the sudden moment caused your boyfriend to tighten his gaze. “Stop.”

Your bottom lip stuck out as faux sorrow tugged at your features. “I can't bite you ass?”

“No.”

“Just your ass?”

“Yes, Love, my ass is off limits.”

“Oh good.”

There was a mischievous tone in your voice. One that had every muscle in Nanami’s body tensing up as he slowly turned to look at you. There was no time to react or protest as you bit down his pectoral, nibbling and chewing at the muscle. Nanami stroked your head with a heavy sigh, smiling wide as your teeth nibbled gently over him. If this made you happy, he’d let you have fun.

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Hiiiii!!! I recently found your acc and I absolutely love your fics!!! Your writing style is absolutely beautiful and has be giggling and kicking my feet like it’s just so cute!!! I had a request about Remus x reader where like Remus is not really into the whole dressing up for Halloween deal because he’s self conscious about his scars and stuff and reader doesn’t push him to dress up but she knows he loves David Bowie so she surprises Remus by dressing up like Remus even puts on fake scars and stuff but with the David Bowie star on her face with red and blue makeup??? With like lots of fluff?? I hope that was a good explanation 😭

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synopsis: remus has never been big on halloween, and you know better than to push him. but you also know he loves david bowie, so you come up with the perfect way to include him—by dressing up as a bowie-inspired version of him. when he sees you, his reaction makes it all worth it content warnings: mild self-consciousness/insecurity (remus about his scars), lots of fluff, excessive amounts of love and affection for remus author's note: hi!!! omg, thank you so much!! knowing my writing has you giggling and kicking your feet—ahh, you’re the sweetest! i’m so happy you found my page! also i am not kidding when i say that i blushed (a lot) while writing this

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Halloween was always one of your favorite times of the year. You loved the thrill of finding the perfect costume, the atmosphere of spooky decorations, and the endless possibilities for creativity. However, you knew that Remus didn’t quite share the same enthusiasm. Halloween wasn’t exactly his favorite day, and while he’d never said why outright, you could tell it made him self-conscious—his scars, the whispers they might bring up. So, this year, you made sure he wouldn’t feel pressured to dress up.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to dress up. And if you were going to dress up, you had an idea that just might make him feel included without forcing him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

The Halloween party was buzzing with energy when you arrived, music pumping, laughter echoing through the common room. Lily looked effortlessly cool as she adjusted her witch hat, James was in full Quidditch gear, broom over his shoulder, and Sirius had somehow convinced Peter to dress up as “Cereal Killers”—each holding a spoon and wearing cereal boxes taped to their robes.

James spotted you first, his eyes going wide before a huge grin split across his face. “Look at you!” he laughed, nudging Remus, who had been sipping his drink quietly. “You’ve got to see this.”

Remus turned, and you could see his eyes widen, taking in your costume. You’d gone all out to transform yourself into his hero: a mix of David Bowie and Remus Lupin himself. Your face bore the iconic red and blue lightning bolt, your clothes an eccentric mix of stripes and colors, but the part that you’d put the most thought into was the addition of the fake scars—a gentle mimicry of his own, scattered over your face and arms. You hoped it would make him smile, feel understood, maybe even a little less alone.

“Dove…” he breathed out, staring at you, a flicker of awe in his eyes. “Are you… are you Bowie? As me?”

You grinned, twirling for dramatic effect. “A little bit of both, love. Bowie-Lupin crossover, exclusive for tonight.”

Remus bit back a smile, but his eyes softened as he took you in. “You didn’t have to…” he started, but there was no hiding the warmth and appreciation in his voice.

“Oh, but I wanted to!” You stepped closer to him, giving him a playful look. “Besides, I look incredible, don’t I?” You struck a dramatic rockstar pose, making Remus chuckle.

“Understatement,” he replied, his cheeks slightly pink. “But—why Bowie?”

“Because you love him,” you replied simply, reaching for his hand. “And maybe because you’re a bit like him. Strong, unique, a little mysterious. It’s… it’s how I see you, Rem.”

There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a soft look that made your heart squeeze. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze back. “You’re something else, you know that?”

James, grinning ear to ear, shouted, “Oi, lovebirds, save the romance! It’s Halloween!” He nudged Sirius, who nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, come on, Lupin! Kiss her already!” Sirius yelled, earning laughter from everyone. Remus turned an even deeper shade of pink, glancing at you with a smirk.

“Guess we should give them what they want?” you teased.

He laughed softly, leaning in, and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, ignoring the whistles and cheers from the others.

“Oh, come on! The lips, Moony!” Sirius pouted dramatically.

“Shut up, Padfoot,” Remus replied with a laugh, slipping an arm around you.

Peter, looking at the lightning bolt on your face, tilted his head. “You should keep the Bowie look more often, Y/N. It suits you!”

“Maybe I will,” you laughed. “As long as I get Moony to be my rockstar sidekick.”

Remus chuckled, letting his fingers brush gently over your Bowie-inspired face paint. “I think I can do that.”

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i have an aot inspired request that i had in mind for a while to ask for (i didn’t watch aot so excuse me for used not so accurate facts lol)

fem!reader was born into a poor family of 4 (parents, her and her older brother) in paradise island, her father often abused her till he kicked her out at 4 years old to survive alone, she fell into massive tree like ymir but instead of giving her titan powers or something similar, Source of all living matter had fused with her body-almost like making reader its vessel, a visible mark was on her upper body. visual it like a modern abstract tattoo or struck by lightning (or just like it had shown in anime), but it is red color and it’s permanent till it departs from her (at it will), she soon finds a way to sneaks on a Marley, scouts find her and levi adopts her (didn’t immediately but on papers were his last name). She was of great help during the very much entire main event since you can’t kill or hurt her physically so she was putting on traps and getting information and after it all finished she was growing to be a main soldier and captain like Levi, she died later from a some diseases (could be pneumonia (i don’t know if it have a medicine for it in aot so let’s pretend it doesn’t)), she gets known for her flexibility and speed, good with almost every kind of weapons (from pistol and rifle to snipers and swords and grenades) and since she couldn’t die from any physical harm she was getting herself in different places where she could be killed by titans and enemies so she got known as “fake death” or “troublemaker” for one close to her (levi, scouts and such) because she’s quite playful when comfortable with someone and almost reckless…

To actual request itself, how would Hades, Hermes and Apollo react to her and her story, she’s fighting for humanity and she frights against a god and she wins since she still have powers from Source of all living matter in her with a mark and everything, she wins again a god and don’t kill them since she promised to never kill anybody else again at her death bed, so what will happen then? What will be gods reaction to her story? who wanted to sway her off her feet? or who will just stay in their line and maybe try to befriend reader?

-There were many gods who didn’t know you, who didn’t know what you could do, the power you held in your body, many called it the Source of All, a boundless amount of energy that you obtained when you were still young and alive on earth.

-This power, which you initially thought was a curse, as the mark it put on your body, looking like a bolt of scattered lightning which would glow when you used your strength, which people thought was unnatural, you grew to adore and appreciate. You had saved so many people using this power.

-You used this to fight alongside other warriors, beating back your enemies, earning your nickname, Trickster, as you would play dead, letting them get close, only to strike quickly and brutally.

-It wasn’t until you died, young unfortunately, from pneumonia of all things, that you realized how fragile life really was, and as you took your last breaths, you had vowed to never kill another again.

-When you came to Valhalla you met so many other strong warriors, and while you were against killing, you loved training with strong people, humans and gods you didn’t have to hold back against, showing your true strength.

-Your power- your strength is what made Brunnhilde approach you about fighting in Ragnarok. You were initially against it- you flat out told Brunnhilde that you weren’t going to kill anyone else, and you only agreed to fight if you could leave your opponent alive.

-The gods were quick to underestimate you, seeing that you were so young, thinking you would be an easy win. As your powers flared, the mark on your body flaring to life, glowing brightly, Odin could only gawk, seeing the power you held in your body.

-You charged in, showing your combat skills, showing everyone that just because you were young, you weren’t a pushover.

-Heimdall spilled all your secrets, telling everyone about you- how you had been abused by your father until you were four, when you found the Source of All, then you became the vessel for that power, and you grew into a powerful warrior on your own, being taken in by other warriors, adopted by one of the most powerful ones, Levi (sorry I don’t know AOT).

-Your strength was legendary, as not even the strongest of titans and enemies could hurt you, as your power was keeping you safe from harm, and that was apparent here, as your opponent wasn’t doing much against you.

-Many of the gods were stunned to see you fighting so hard, to protect humanity, despite facing so much pain in your short life- it was humbling to see someone fighting so hard for those who had been so cruel to you, at least some of the people.

-As you stood over your opponent at the end of the match, the clear winner, you sheathed your weapon, a short sword. Many were yelling at you, telling you to finish the job.

-Your eyes were sharp, narrowed in anger as you spoke up at them, “Unless you’re going to get down here and fight me too- then you don’t get to make any demands of me. I refuse to kill another. Life is precious as it is fragile. Don’t call for the death of others unless if you’re going to fight as well.”

-You were quick to shut everyone up and you even helped your opponent up and dragged him backstage, holding his arms over your shoulders, dragging him behind you as you weren’t the tallest of people, and you took him all the way to the infirmary.

-When he asked you, while getting patched up, why you didn’t kill him, you just beamed brightly, looking like the teenager you truly were, “Life’s too precious to just kill someone just because. I’m not going to kill someone when you’re fighting just like I am.”

-You were an oddball, but he wasn’t going to look this gift of not losing his life in the mouth.

-Hades- He was surprised by your words, that you refused to kill, despite the gods wanting to destroy humanity, and while he wasn’t complaining, he was just confused, after you had killed so many enemies while you were alive, why were things so different now. He asked you while you sat beside him, keeping him company and you couldn’t help but send him a playful wink, “You should know better than most gods on how fragile life is. I didn’t realize that myself until I died, getting sick of all things. If I was the one killing others, ending their lives so easily- it made me… I-I just never want to kill again.” You were a kindhearted person, your words resonating with him, as he knew that well, after seeing his brother and his nephew dying. He reached out his hand for you to take and you took his without hesitation, “You’re a kind person Y/N.” you beamed brightly, thanking him for his words, which made him smile softly.

-Hermes- He agreed with your words, he knew how fragile the lives of others were, after watching so many die, both humans and gods, and he had to respect your decision not to kill him- he was alive because of that decision. You had the power to easily take him on in combat- you could probably take on any of the gods with your power. He could see the marks on your body, up close now, and they looked like a scar, like when someone would get hit by lightning, it looked like it would be painful and he reached out, taking one of your hands in his own, surprising you. He looked at your scar, a sad look on his face, “Does it hurt?” you were surprised by his words, but you grinned, “I remember it hurting when I first got it, as my body had to get used to it- but not anymore, it’s just hot!” You were so bright, so full of life, he didn’t want to snuff that life out, he didn’t want to snuff any of it out.

-Apollo- He could only stare at you, seeing you smiling so warmly at him, explaining yourself. You were so… so true- you were unapologetically you, and you looked so beautiful, inside and out. He was grateful you had spared his life, getting to live another day, but to see that you were such a lovely person on top of it was even more humbling. Apollo reached a hand towards you, and you took it, holding it with both of yours and he had to smile, feeling how warm your hands were, “You are an amazing person Y/N. I’m grateful to have met you.” You were surprised by his words, and he couldn’t help but smile as your cheeks turned a bit red, a little embarrassed by his praise, showing that you wore your emotions on your sleeve. You were a very complex person, but he wanted to know more about you as you made him feel so happy.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Masked Affections~

What happens when you are the villain in this case, rather than the hero?

Possibly various JJK men x F!Reader (Part I)

P.S, sorry if this sucks. It’s 2 am right now, but I couldn’t sleep. Anyways I hope you still enjoy my lovelies! <3

Warnings: Violent themes, a bit of character change in terms of the Itadori family, but you’ll see why.

Draping the mask over my face to conceal my features, I cautiously navigated the bustling streets under the radiant sun. Amidst the throng of people, from young children to the elderly, I sought refuge in the shadows, endeavoring to blend into the background seamlessly. With practiced stealth, my hand slipped into my pocket, retrieving my phone with a swift motion. Hastily unlocking the device, I scrutinized the image of my next target, committing his facial details to memory. During my scavenge, a voice crackled to life in my earpiece, “He should be to your left, about 30 feet away.”

Following the instructions, I diverted my gaze from the picture, scanning the vicinity for my target. Sure enough, there he stood, clad entirely in black, engaged in conversation on his phone. It appeared as though he awaited transportation, unsuspecting of the impending encounter.

As you observe your target, a sense of anticipation fills the air. With each passing moment, the weight of your mission hangs heavy on your shoulders. Despite the hustle and bustle of the crowded streets, you remain focused, your senses sharp and your determination unwavering.

With the guidance of the voice in your earpiece, you track your target's movements with precision, ensuring that every step you take brings you closer to your objective. As you inch closer, your heart pounds in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins heightening your senses.

With a quick glance around to ensure that you remain undetected, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for what comes next. Whether it's a quick and clean extraction or a more elaborate plan, you know that success hinges on your ability to remain calm and collected in the face of danger.

As you prepared to make your move, a surge of confidence welled up within you. Years of training and countless missions had honed your skills, and you felt prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead. Yet, you knew that acting impulsively now would jeopardize everything you had worked for. You needed to bide your time, find the perfect opportunity to strike when the odds were in your favor.

Glancing once more at the target's phone, inspiration struck like a bolt of lightning. An idea formed in your mind, a plan taking shape with each passing second. This wasn't just about taking him out; it was about doing so with precision and finesse, ensuring that no one would suspect your involvement. With determination fueling your actions, you set the plan into motion, ready to outmaneuver your adversary and emerge victorious.

"You need to act now, sis. Otherwise, he'll slip through our fingers, and we'll lose our chance to put an end to this. Do you really want to come back to father and face his wrath because of our failure to execute this mission?" Kai's voice conveyed a sense of urgency and apprehension as he emphasized the consequences of inaction.

"No, Kai. If I make a move now, it'll attract too much attention," I replied, my voice low but determined. "We need to be strategic about this." I spoke, listening into his conversation on his phone.

"Listen, I need you to tap into his phone and find out everything you can," I instructed urgently, my tone serious. "We need to know who he's talking to, what his next move is, everything. Maybe we can find a way to get him alone."

"Got it," Kai replied confidently. "I'll do my best to get the information as quickly as possible."

As he went to work, I waited in the shadows, my heart pounding with anticipation. Every second felt like an eternity as I held my breath, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The weight of the mission hung heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

"Okay, he’s talking with another man on the line," Kai's voice crackled in my earpiece. "Says something about a car about a mile away is coming to pick him up. I really think you should get this done and over with before that car comes.”

"Kai, just stick to your expertise, and I'll stick to mine. Trust me, I've got this," I murmured, my voice barely audible amidst the bustling street.

"Do you think you can hijack the car's GPS? I need you to reroute it," I urged, a hint of urgency seeping into my tone.

"Don't worry, sis. I've got this covered. It's a piece of cake. Where should I send the car?" Kai reassured, his confidence unwavering as he delved into the task.

"Direct it to Avengard Avenue. I'll be waiting there," I instructed, my focus sharpening with each passing second.

"Got it. Sending the car to Avengard Avenue now," Kai confirmed, his fingers flying across the keyboard with precision.

"Thanks, Kai. I'll be in touch if anything comes up," I said, a sense of determination driving me forward as I prepared to execute the plan.

As I deactivated my earpiece, I swiftly slipped away from the bustling crowd, blending into the shadows as I navigated towards the designated location. Fortunately, my familiarity with the area allowed me to arrive within minutes, weaving through dimly lit streets and desolate alleyways.

——

The atmosphere was starkly different from the vibrant hustle and bustle of the previous location. Here, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional sound of distant traffic. The eerie emptiness sent shivers down my spine as I scanned the surroundings, anticipation building with each passing moment.

I paced the deserted streets, my senses on high alert, every passing second feeling like an eternity as I awaited the arrival of the car.

"Hey there, sweetheart. What brings a lovely lady like you to this desolate corner?" An older man's raspy voice sliced through the eerie silence. I glanced in his direction, noting his disheveled appearance—tattered clothes, unkempt beard, and a myriad of scars present on his weathered face. With a dismissive roll of my eyes, I continued on my path, paying him no heed, my focus unwavering.

”Hey, come on~ I won’t bite…Well not yet at least.” He said, following me. I stopped in my tracks, turning towards him with a deadly glare.

”Listen, I don’t have time for whatever this is. So I’m gonna let you go with a warning. Now back off.” I said, going back to scanning the area for any sign of the approaching car. Suddenly, I felt a strong grip enclose around my arm, pulling me forcefully towards him.

“You fucking brat! I should teach you a lesson about how to talk to adults! Maybe then you will show me some respect!” The man spoke through his teeth.

Reacting swiftly, I lashed out with a swift strike to his jaw, the impact resounding with a sickening crack. He recoiled in agony, clutching his injured jaw as blood seeped from the wound.

”You bitch! I’ll make you pay for that!” He yelled, running after you.

I rolled my eyes as I watched him run towards me. Poor fool. With a calculated inhale, I lowered my mask, revealing a smirk of disdain for the man before me. Just as he closed in, I opened my mouth and unleashed a piercing scream that reverberated through the air, its forceful shockwave propelling him backwards with a violent force. The sheer power of my voice seemed to distort the very fabric of reality, sending ripples through the surrounding environment and causing debris to scatter like leaves in a storm. The sound of my own voice drowned out his screams of agony as he collided with the wall, his body trembling under the onslaught of sound waves. I observed his futile struggle, a silent witness to the havoc I had wrought. As the crumbling building echoed the turmoil within, I silenced my voice and concealed my identity once more, leaving the scene with a sense of grim resolve. Approaching the man with an unwavering gaze, I watched as fear consumed him, driving him further into the confines of his own demise.

”P-Please! I won’t bother you anymore! Just please have mercy on me! Please!” He cried out. His plea for mercy fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the chaos he had invited upon himself. Despite his cries, I remained unmoved, my smirk a cold reflection of his desperation.

“Oh how I love it when they beg~” I said, grabbing my knife and quickly slitting his throat without him noticing.

The suddenness of his demise left him stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief as the sharp blade swiftly ended his life. His final moments were marked by a realization of the inevitability of his fate, tears mingling with the blood that stained his face. As his head rolled to the ground, a single tear mirrored his silent plea for mercy, a fleeting acknowledgment of the end.

“Waste of time.” You mumbled, quickly kicking his head.

As the car approached, its looming presence interrupted the eerie silence of the desolate area. You quickly retreated into the shadows, your senses alert as you observed the unfolding scene. The driver emerged from the vehicle, his gruff voice slicing through the quietude as he impatiently dialed a number, his urgency palpable in the air.

His voice was tinged with impatience and frustration as he barked into his phone, "Hey, I am here. Where are you? We need to make this quick." My gaze narrowed at the tall figure, dressed entirely in black, his slicked-back hair reeking of an overpowering scent that seemed to permeate the air. "What do you mean you don’t see me? There’s no one else here!" he yelled into the phone, his agitation evident in every word.

Seizing the moment, I stealthily approached the car, swiftly closing the distance between us. With practiced precision, I pressed the cold steel of my knife against the man's throat, sensing his body stiffen with alarm..

”Shhh…I promise this will be quick. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible over the ambient noise.

“What the hell-“

Before he could finish his statement, I slit his throat, hearing his voice go out.

I then retrieved his phone, quickly slipping it into my pocket. Opening the driver's door, I slipped into the seat, starting the car with a sense of urgency. With a screech of tires, I sped away from the scene, leaving faint marks on the ground where the car had been parked. Reconnecting my earpiece, I called out to my brother.

”I'm in the car now. All that's left is to deal with the man," I stated firmly.

"Just make it quick. Father is growing impatient," my brother urged.

"Tell him it will be over as soon as I handle this," I replied with exasperation.

"I can’t say that. You know how he gets," he countered, his frustration mirroring mine.

I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the situation.

"I know, I know. Just give me 10 minutes. That's all I ask," I pleaded, before swiftly shutting off my earpiece.

—

I pulled up to the man, the car door swinging open as he sank into the plush leather seat with an exasperated sigh. His impatience was palpable, and his words dripped with veiled threats.

"Took you long enough. You’re lucky I even pay you after that. Next time, if you are late again, I’ll have you replaced just like that," he growled, snapping his fingers with an air of menace.

"Oh, don’t worry…I’ll make sure it never happens again," I responded coolly, watching a flicker of confusion dance across his features. His eyebrows furrowed, betraying his suspicion as he detected the subtle shift in my tone and demeanor.

But beneath the surface, a storm brewed within me. This man, so accustomed to wielding power and instilling fear, had no idea of the intricate web I had woven around him. He was a pawn in a game much larger than he could fathom, and soon, he would come to realize the gravity of his mistakes.

“What happened to your voice?" The man's puzzled tone sliced through the tension-filled air.

With a calculated calmness, I offered my explanation. "Oh, I switched with the other driver. Seems he had to make a hasty exit, leaving me to take over and ensure you didn't miss your ride," I explained, though I could sense his skepticism lingering beneath his furrowed brows. Despite his doubt, a smirk danced across my features as I steered the car towards an abandoned area, knowing the revelation would soon unfold.

"Uh…where are you taking me?" His voice trembled with uncertainty as he cautiously reached for his concealed weapon.

I glanced at him through the rearview mirror, my expression concealed behind the mask. "Just a little detour," I replied, my tone laced with a hint of amusement.

As the car came to a halt, the man's eyes widened, scanning the rundown buildings that loomed before us. His fingers tightened around the grip of his gun, his knuckles turning white with tension.

With a calculated calmness, I turned off the ignition and shifted my gaze back to him. "Relax," I said, my voice low but steady. "We're just going to have a little chat."

With a clenched jaw, I peered into the rearview mirror, my gaze reflecting the rage burning within me. The man’s cavalier attitude toward the consequences of his actions only fueled my determination. Memories of the anguish my family endured at his hands surged to the forefront of my mind, stoking the flames of vengeance that consumed me.

As you contemplate your father's influence and control over your life and the life of your brother, a chilling reminder begins to dawn on you. His actions, his demands—they all stem from a place of deep-seated resentment and thirst for revenge.

You remember the bitterness in his voice whenever he spoke of past grievances, real or imagined. Itashi Kokomi, your father, the man Mr. Takeda fired without a second thought, was just one among many casualties in his quest for retribution.

“Mr. Takeda,” I began, my voice icy and controlled. “Do you remember a man that went by the name of Itashi Kokomi?”

The man in the passenger seat looks at the back of your head with concern, sensing the gravity of your inquiry. "The name rings a bell. Why?" he responds cautiously.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I delved deeper into the interrogation, each word laden with the weight of years of suffering. “Do you remember the day you fired him?” I prodded, my voice tinged with barely contained fury.

His response was callous, devoid of remorse or compassion. “Of course! I did what I needed to. He was a waste of my time. Always messing my plans up and losing my business money,” he grumbled bitterly, his resentment evident.

I fought to maintain my composure, my mind racing with thoughts of retribution.

But your next question stops him short. "Did you know that he has kids?" you ask, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you.

The man’s indifference cut through me like a knife, his words dripping with disdain. "Well, he mentioned them. But I never thought much of it. If he was worried about his kids, his family, he should’ve worked harder. He should’ve made himself worthy," the man says.

As you pose the question, a somber note creeps into your voice, weighted by the gravity of the revelation.

"Mr. Takeda, did you also know that he had a wife, the mother of his children… who also happened to be sick?" you inquire, your words laden with a mixture of sorrow and accusation.

The man's expression shifts, his features contorting with a flicker of recognition. "I... I had no idea," he stammers, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in the conversation.

But you press on, your determination unyielding. "She was battling a serious illness, one that required costly treatments and round-the-clock care," you continue, your voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.

"And yet, despite the immense burden she carried, he was forced to endure the added weight of unemployment and destitution, all because of a decision made by you," you add, your gaze locking onto his with unwavering intensity.

For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the distant hum of passing traffic. In that brief pause, the weight of your words lingers, casting a pall over the shared space of the car.

"Days went by and turned into weeks," you continue, your voice heavy with sorrow as the weight of those lost moments presses down on you like a suffocating blanket. "Those weeks turned into months. Day by day, she got worse and worse until eventually..."

Your words catch in your throat, the raw anguish of that painful memory threatening to choke you. The image of her fading away before your eyes, her once vibrant spirit slowly extinguished by the relentless march of time, sears itself into your mind like a brand.

"...until eventually, she passed away," you finally manage to utter, each syllable a dagger twisting in your heart as you relive the agony of that moment all over again. "And all because we couldn’t afford it anymore," you seethe, your gaze boring into Mr. Takeda with unbridled contempt.

"Itashi didn’t take it too well, either," you continue, your voice tinged with sorrow as you recount the tragic transformation that befell your once kind-hearted father. "After her passing, he changed into someone I didn’t know. He was no longer the kind and sweet man I once looked up to…no. He changed and turned into someone vile and full of hatred."

The memories flood back with painful clarity, each recollection a jagged shard of broken glass cutting into your soul. You remember the way your fathers laughter had once filled the room, his eyes alight with warmth and compassion. But now, all you can see is the cold, steely glint in his gaze, the bitterness and resentment etched into every line of his face.

"He blamed you for everything," you continue, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "He couldn't bear the thought of her suffering, of losing her because we couldn't afford her treatment anymore. And even after all that, he began to turn his anger on us, on me and my brother, as if we were somehow responsible for his own misfortunes."

The silence that follows your revelation is deafening, each passing moment filled with the weight of unspoken truths and shattered illusions. You can feel the tension thickening the air, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket, as the implications of your words hang between you and your companions like a heavy fog.

“Do you know what he would do to us?” I whispered, my voice slowly breaking.

“Us?” Mr. Takeda interjected, his tone laced with concern as he began to connect the dots.

“He took me and my brother…and he tortured us for days on end. He was so angry…with you…yet he took it out on us…” I said, my voice softening up as memories of my brother and I replayed in my head. The pain of those days still felt fresh, like an open wound that refused to heal..

The man remained silent for a bit, seemingly processing everything that was unfolding. With a grunt, he began to speak, his words tinged with defiance.

“Seems that it is your father's fault, kid… Now, I don’t know who you think you are… but you're making a big mistake… messing with me. I could have you killed if I wanted.” His hand darted for his gun, and in one swift motion, he brandished it, aiming directly at my head and cocking the gun with a chilling click..

I glared at him through the rear view mirror. As the tension in the air thickened, I held my ground, still meeting his gaze with steely determination.

“Go ahead, pull the trigger,” I challenged, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “But know this, Mr. Takeda, my father's wrath will find you, whether I'm here or not. You can't escape the consequences of your actions forever.”

Mr. Takeda's grip tightened on the gun, his eyes narrowing in uncertainty. Minutes passed like hours as we stared each other down, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air.

“I’m gonna give you the count of three to get the hell out of this car.”

I smiled, chuckling to myself, undoing my seatbelt.

”One….two…” He started, placing his hand on the trigger.

”Three.” I interrupted. With practiced precision, I ducked just as Mr. Takeda's shot rang out, the bullet whizzing past my ear and shattering the car window behind me. Seizing the moment, I lunged forward, grabbing hold of his outstretched arm and twisting it behind his back with all my strength.

Mr. Takeda howled in pain as I pinned him against the seat, his gun clattering to the floor. Ignoring his struggles, I focused on immobilizing him, using my body weight to keep him pinned down. With his free hand, he attempted to reach for his fallen weapon, but I was too quick for him.

In one swift motion, I snaked my arm around his neck, applying pressure to his windpipe and cutting off his air supply. His movements grew frantic as he gasped for breath, his face turning red with exertion.

"Let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be," I whispered, my voice cold and menacing. "Cooperate, and you might just live to see another day."

But Mr. Takeda was beyond reason, his desperation fueling his defiance. With a sudden burst of strength, he attempted to throw me off, but I held firm, refusing to yield an inch.

It was clear that he would not go down without a fight, and neither would I.

"If you wanna kill me, just do it already," he challenged, his voice tinged with defiance.

I paused, locking eyes with him for a moment before a sly grin spread across my lips. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you… well, not yet at least," I remarked cryptically, relishing in the uncertainty that flickered across his features.

Before he could muster a response, I swiftly delivered a powerful blow, rendering him unconscious in an instant. With practiced efficiency, I secured him in place, ensuring he posed no further threat.

As I settled back into the driver's seat, a nagging thought tugged at the corners of my mind. "Father still wants to have a word with you," I mused aloud, more to myself than to the unconscious man beside me. I started the car up once more and began to drive.

With the task at hand completed, I reported calmly through the earpiece, "It’s done. I’m bringing him back now," my voice betraying none of the adrenaline coursing through my veins.”

"Good. I'll notify father right away. Be careful now. You’re still messing with a powerful man, and it won’t be long until his minions figure out something is wrong. I’ll be sure to turn off any cameras you come in contact with to ensure no one finds out it was you," Kai warned through the earpiece.

I hummed in acknowledgment, expressing my gratitude before swiftly turning off the device. With caution as my ally, I navigated the streets, keenly aware of the potential dangers lurking in the shadows. Slowly but surely, I made my way back to our hideout, my senses attuned to any signs of pursuit or suspicion..

—-

“Did you get any leads yet on who caused these deaths?" Satoru asked, his gaze fixed on the lifeless bodies before him. The gruesome sight of their decapitated heads left an unsettling feeling in the air.

"Not yet. We tried investigating, but this part of town is completely rundown. There are no functioning cameras or witnesses," Kento replied, his eyes scanning the scene for any clues.

"You think it's another curse?" Satoru inquired, his mind racing with possibilities.

"It's unclear. There's a high chance it could be, but there's also the possibility of a cursed user being involved," Nanami explained, weighing the probabilities carefully.

Satoru's phone buzzed with an alert from Yuuji and Nobara, drawing his immediate attention. Curious, he quickly checked the message, his expression shifting as he read it. Satoru chuckled at the lighthearted message from them, relieved that it wasn't a dire situation. He replied with an enthusiastic confirmation, urging them to pick a place they all liked. With a smile, he tucked his phone away, glad for the brief respite from the usual chaos of cursed spirits and investigations.

"Well...keep me updated. I gotta go" Satoru declared, rising to his feet with a sense of urgency.

Satoru's sudden departure left Nanami somewhat perplexed, his gaze following his colleague as he strode away with an air of nonchalance. "You mean you're just going to leave?" Nanami queried, a hint of incredulity coloring his tone.

Satoru glanced back with a grin, his eyes alight with mischief. "Of course! Yuuji and Nobara are practically begging for sushi, and I can't say no to them. Plus, I just promised them I'd drag Megumi along too," he explained, his words trailing off as he continued on his way.

Left alone amidst the somber scene, Nanami sighed softly, his thoughts momentarily drifting to the camaraderie shared among their team. Despite the gravity of their work, there were moments of levity and connection that reminded them of the importance of friendship and solidarity in the face of darkness. With a shake of his head, Nanami refocused his attention on the task at hand, silently vowing to continue their investigation with diligence and determination.

”You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Nanami thought as he watched the white haired man walk away.

——

As Satoru strode away, his earlier grin fading, a furrow formed on his brow, betraying the weight of his thoughts. The gravity of the situation settled upon him like a heavy cloak, prompting a flurry of calculations and considerations in his mind. Whoever or whatever was behind this knew their craft well, leaving behind a trail of enigma and intrigue that seemed to defy easy resolution.

Gears turned in his head as he mulled over the intricacies of the case, each possibility and permutation scrutinized with a keen eye for detail. It was clear that unraveling this mystery would require more than just brute force; it would demand a blend of intuition, strategy, and perhaps a touch of luck.

With a determined nod, Satoru pressed on, his resolve unyielding despite the daunting task ahead. Though the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, he remained steadfast in his pursuit of justice and truth.

—-

The man’s cries echoed through the dimly lit room, mingling with the twisted laughter of your father, whose eyes gleamed with madness as he reveled in the torment he inflicted. “You ruined my life! You ruined my kids’ life! You took everything from me!” the man shrieked, his anguish punctuating the air like a jagged dagger.

Standing beside Kai, you remained outwardly composed, though beneath the facade, turmoil churned within you. You exchanged a glance with Kai, sensing his fear, and offered him a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “It’s going to be okay. Soon, we will all be one happy family again…”

The words slipped from your lips like a rehearsed script, honed through years of manipulation and coercion. Deep down, you knew they were lies, yet they served their purpose in placating Kai's mounting apprehension.

Your own doubts were buried beneath layers of conditioning, the remnants of a childhood spent under your father's malevolent influence. With each passing day, his tendrils of control tightened around your mind, weaving a web of deceit and manipulation.

As you exchanged that fleeting glance with Kai, you saw the reflection of your own fears mirrored in his eyes. The facade of composure you both wore masked a maelstrom of emotions—fear, doubt, and a gnawing sense of dread that threatened to consume you whole.

But outwardly, you maintained the illusion of unity and obedience, for that was the only currency accepted in your father's twisted world.

Your father's voice cut through the eerie silence, his words dripping with malice as he outlined your next mission—an assignment that would test the limits of your loyalty and resolve. "Children, I have one final task for you, one that will cement our supremacy once and for all."

As he spoke, the name "Itadori" hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of past betrayals and unhealed wounds. The Itadori family, once trusted allies turned bitter enemies, had incurred your father's wrath through an act of treachery that had shattered any semblance of trust between them.

With a steely resolve, your father outlined the specifics of the mission, his words resonating with a sense of grim determination. "You are to target the last remaining member of the Itadori family—Yuuji Itadori. He is our greatest adversary, the thorn in our side that must be removed at all costs. I’ve done some research on the kid and it turns out, he is working to be a jujutsu sorcerer…just like his grandfather…” Your father continued, bitterness seeping out. The rift between your family and the Itadoris traced back to a dark chapter in the past, one marked by betrayal and stolen affections. It all began with Yuuji's grandfather, a strong jujutsu sorcerer. A man whose charming facade masked a treacherous heart.

Decades ago, he ensnared your father's mother in a web of deceit and desire, luring her away from her rightful place beside your father's father, or in other words, your grandfather. The illicit affair shattered the fragile bonds of trust between the two families, igniting a feud that would span generations.

The repercussions were devastating. Your father's family was torn asunder by the scandal, their once-united front fractured by the betrayal of a loved one. As the years passed, bitterness festered in the hearts of your family, fueling a desire for vengeance that lingered like a poison in the family's bloodline.

“So it’s most likely he is being protected by some of the best sorcerers out there as of right now…so, as I said before, this will be a tough mission. But I know you kids will do good just for your father, correct?” He asked, making your brother tense up.

”I-I don’t know father. Shouldn’t we just leave all that drama in the past and let the boy live? He had nothing to do with-“

”Silence!” The father yelled at your brother, using his cursed energy on him. Kai bent down in pain as your father messed with his mind.

”Father please, that is enough! We will do what you wish, just please stop hurting him!” You begged, getting on your knees.

He looked down at you and scoffed, putting his torturing methods on your brother to an end.

”Good. Now that that is out of the way, I believe you two have something to do? Now get to it. Remember what happens if you two fail. And trust me, I will not be as merciful as I have been in the past.” He said, walking back to Mr. Takeda and continuing his torture methods on him instead.

You ran up to your brother and helped him, trying to soothe his mind.

Now, tasked with avenging the sins of the past, you stood at the precipice of a new chapter in the age-old conflict. The weight of history bore down upon your shoulders as you prepared to confront the last remaining scion of the Itadori line, knowing that the ghosts of the past loomed large over the path ahead. You would do whatever it takes to stop this all. To make everything normal once again. And if that meant getting rid of Yuuji Itadori, then so be it.

”Yuuji Itadori, enjoy the next upcoming days…for one of them may just be your last…”

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Coriolanus Snow & Felix Ravinstill: What's in a name?

o puer, qui omnia nomini debes. / Oh, boy, who owes all to a name.

Creator's Notes:

I actually really need to be doing grown up stuff right now, so if I'm weirdly silent after I post this, that's why! Unfortunately, I got hit by inspiration, so my attention has been split. The final piece of the puzzle that I started putting together since writing Tu Fui, Ego Eris finally dropped into my lap!

Latin quote from Cicero's Philippics (13.11): Cicero ascribes the quote to Mark Antony referring to Octavius (later known as Augustus Caesar)

Gifs created by me from TBOSAS movie

English translation of felix taken from Lewis & Short's 4th possible definition.

Quote from TBOSAS Ch. 4

Screenshot from the Wikipedia page for "Gnaeus Marcius Coriolanus"

Screenshot from the Wikipedia page for "cognomen"

Quote from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar (Act 1, Scene 2)

Quote from TBOSAS' epilogue

Illustration of Romulus killing Remus (unable to find a proper source for it. If you know where exactly it's from (book, artist, not all the website reposts I saw), let me know! I got this image from an Ebay seller with prints).

...

I've contemplated potential Cain-Abel parallels between these two, but the Romulus-Remus parallel that struck me like a bolt from the blue really blew my mind. It actually really matches with this webweaving(?) because Romulus and Remus did disagree about the naming of the city... Anyway, while making this, I lowkey forgot that Felix's Death-by-Coriolanus-Arranged-Car-"Accident" isn't canon.

I was tempted to quote Shakespeare's Coriolanus for when the titular character receives his cognomen instead of the Wikipedia pages, but I think this helps emphasize the name bestowed because of deeds idea without any distraction from the point. Also putting the two Wikipedia pages really emphasizes it... rip the second screenshot having smaller text, but that's the page layout's fault, and I'm too lazy to fix it.

[maybe-i-will-fandom]

eah gift exchange 2024!

My @eah-exchange gift for @champion-of-love! Happy Holidays, Stephanie!! I hope you like it!

(Sidenote - someone please let me know if there is a collection for this on Ao3 that I should post this to. I tried but it said it couldn't find any called "eah gift exchange 2024")

Summary: The Pink Squad are throwing another spellebration for a long-lost party Headmaster Grimm doesn't approve of: Destiny Swap Day.

Stephanie, I took inspiration from some of your tumblr posts. I meant for this to be 3-4 chapters but finals hit me harder than expected so I ran out of time. I'm going to try to finish it later!

It's behind a login wall, so if you don't have Ao3 I put the chapter below the Read More here :)

The alarm clock shouted at her. Briar bolted up in bed awake. What day was it? How long had she been out? She checked her mirror phone and sighed in relief. It was just the next day; she’d only been asleep for 6 hours. 

Mornings were hard for Briar. Just another (not) hexciting part of being the next Sleeping Beauty. Every time she woke up, she was struck by fear that she’d just taken her destined sleep. That no one and nothing had been able to wake her, and she’d been gone for so long that her friends had all moved on. Either to the next life or just, moved on from her. 

That was always her biggest fear: losing her friends. She never wanted to bum anyone out though, so she didn’t mention it much. She’d brought it up one night, after a particularly epic page ripper of a party, when she, Cupid, and Hopper were all hanging out on her bed together after and the 3am of it all had her spilling her guts to them. ‘The Wakies Scaries’, Hopper had dubbed it. Cupid had booed and Briar had thrown a pillow at him, but she appreciated it. She would never admit this while sober, but giving it such a dumb name had helped her be less frightened by it every time she woke up. She still got them, but she was learning to deal with it. It was way more hard to be scared of something with such a silly name. 

She took a moment to revel in being alive and awake, just like her mom’s healer had suggested she do to feel more grounded. Then she checked her mirror phone, eager to catch up on everything she’d missed in her 6 hours out. 

[Notifications Center]

Apple White to Me: I’m fairy hexcited for your party! I just wanted to check - you three are not going to break any school rules right? I know Headmaster Grimm usually d...

👑🐸 better as a frog 🐸👑to Pink Squad ♥️💗❣️💟🥰: ‘679 messages since last night?’ You’re killing me! Time to start my daily scroll ig. The things I do for this group smhmh 

👑🐸 better as a frog 🐸👑to Pink Squad ♥️💗❣️💟🥰: {message reply} LMFCOOOO HE TOTALLY WOULD 

Head Fairy In Charge to Me: I better be getting an invite to ur stupid little party tonight, Briar. Duchess told me u tricked her out of ur last secret party. Ykw I’ll do to u if... 

👑🐸 better as a frog 🐸👑 to Pink Squad ♥️💗❣️💟🥰: {message reply} bruh ok just @ my frog breath next time geez😭

✨Farrah✨ to Me, Cupid💗, ✨Farrah✨, Ginger B., Hopper: Hi party people! I have lunch plans but I can come over any time after 2pm to help make things that will last to midnight! 

Ginger B. to Me, Cupid💗, ✨Farrah✨, Ginger B., Hopper: and let me know what time to bring the snacks! I have everything prepped, just need to know when to start the oven hehe

👑🐸 better as a frog 🐸👑 to Pink Squad ♥️💗❣️💟🥰: {message reply} ok and????? I rocked those heels better than she ever could 💅💅😤💪

👑🐸 better as a frog 🐸👑 to Pink Squad ♥️💗❣️💟🥰: {is typing...}

She really loved her friends. 

Hopper blearily scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head awake. He took his mirrorphone and bathroom kit and headed for the hall bath, already scrolling through the 500+ messages from the Pink Squad groupchat in the time that he was asleep. He likes to start his morning by scrolling through everything he missed between Briar and Cupid last night and replying with his thoughts. 

Frogs usually sleep 12-16 hours a day. So since he’s part frog, he needs more sleep than most people. So he misses out on a lot of the texting people do at night. He used to like to start his days every morning by going through and replying on every groupchat he was in. It made him feel like, even though he wasn’t there when the conversation was happening live, he could still be a part of it. But then one day Sparrow had made fun of him for doing it in the Bookball Team chat. And even though Daring, Dex, and Hunter had all told Sparrow to knock it off and let Hopper do what he wants, ever since then he’d still been too embarrassed to do his mass-replies anymore. But he kept doing it in the pink squad, because he knew how much it meant to Briar. She’d said as much when the three of them were just starting to hang out together more. 

“I love the way you just jump right in as soon as you wake up,” she’d said. “Maybe you missed the main event while you were asleep, but that doesn’t matter because... you join as soon as you’re awake and it’s still like you were there with us. It makes me think maybe I’ll be able to do that. You are asleep for most of the good parts, but we don’t leave you out of it because we still love you. Hopefully, my friends will always still love me. Hopefully, when I’m asleep for the good parts, I’ll always be able to jump right back in too.” He had immediately teared up and pulled her into a hug before even thinking about it. 

Then, as soon as he’d realized he was hugging Briar , he’d turned into a frog and fallen out of her arms onto the ground with a wet squelch. Way to ruin the mood, Hopper.  

But that’s another testament to how far their friendship has come. Briar used to just be Briar - an intimidating, popular, enchantingly beautiful, unapproachable princess who could make him turn with just a simple look. Now, she was Briar - a good friend who he and Cupid can bare their souls and most secret thoughts to and she’ll find some way to make them sound lovely. Of course she was also still that popular, enchantingly beautiful princess, and she liked to make him turn with playful flirting and teasing every now and then. But their friendship now was stronger than his still-ever-present crush, and he was grateful for that.  

Briar and Cupid were true friends. He could be his whole self with them. They didn’t make a big deal of it when he turned, and when they laughed about it he truly felt like they were laughing with him, not at him. Cupid had come from a place where people could turn into lots of things, and that was normal. She’d helped him accept his frog-self quirks, and Briar had helped him accept his human-self ones. As far as he was concerned, they were the wisest princesses ever after. 

He scrolled in the groupchat to a picture Briar had taken of Cupid falling from the sky because she saw Dexter smile and forgot she could fly. 

Cupid felt the warmth of sunlight on her face and opened her eyes for a brand new day at Ever After High! She stood up and stretched her wings then looked around the room. Her, Briar, and Hopper were getting ready to throw another one of their signature spelltacular parties this weekend, so Cupid was already gathering some of the supplies in her and Blondie’s room. 

The party was for another long-forgotten holiday that Dexter had read about in a library book. He’d told her about it at lunch one day because “I know how much you like hosting parties, and this one used to happen every year! True Hearts Day and now Destiny Swap Day - I wonder what other Ever After Spellebrations have been lost to time! I should start looking for those when I’m in the library doing research. In fact, I think I’ll start right now!” then he’d pushed the book into her hands and run off all excited. Cupid had been distracted by his dreamy eyes the whole time and didn’t process where he’d run off to until a full three seconds after he’d left, but she’d read the book he left her that night. 

Destiny Swap Day was such a cool holiday! It centered around each student swapping destinies for a day - dressing up and going through the day as each other to better appreciate the important role each story plays. It reminded Cupid of the adventure she’d gone on with her friends on Thronecoming Day!

The party planning was coming together great, and Destiny Swap Day seemed like a fun way for all the students to get to know each other and their true selves better. Cupid should be happy! But for some reason, she’d been feeling a bit down these last few days. Destiny Swap Day would be fun. But it also reminded her of another holiday. One that made her miss her last school. 

The dressing up and late night spellebrating reminded her of Halloween. And even though her new friends at Ever After High were the fairy best friends a demigoddess could ask for, and she was hexcited to spread love and understanding to this new world, she did still miss her ghouls back at Monster High. She was usually able to push past her homesickness - for Mount Olympus and Monster High - but the Destiny Swap Day preparations were making it harder to do so lately. 

She usually tried to hide it when she was homesick. She didn’t want to make her Ever After friends sad, and she didn’t want them to feel like they were less important to her than her family back on Mount Olympus or her other friends back at Monster High. Plus, she was supposed to bring love and light and truth and all things happy! But, her friends had helped her see that missing people and places is just another part of loving them. And that missing, like loving, was an emotion she shouldn’t feel the need to hide that she felt deeply. 

She knew she needed some help cheering up. Luckily, Humphrey had given her the tools to get that help. She headed out to the courtyard and pressed the button on the Pink Squad groupchat for telling her friends her homesickness was hitting a bit too hard, and waited for her friends to come rescue her. 

[scribeofskyrim]

Loredas, 13th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201

Back in Whiterun tonight. Today was mostly quiet, but there were places I wanted to explore and I didn't dare hurt the sapling.

I noticed this morning that it got dinged up a little fighting ghosts in that prison. It was fine, but I feel a bit guilty about it.

Anyway, the weather was beautiful this morning! After we struck camp I went over and ordered some logs from Gilfre, then got back on the road.

As we walked, Valdimar told me there'd been a scuffle in the night. The commotion had woken him up, but Lydia said she "handled it". I saw what she meant as we walked by the severed head of a bandit in the road. His body was not far past that, halfway into some brush.

The walk back was mostly quiet, but as I said, I saw a few caves and such that I wanted to explore, but didn't. We didn't even have any animals attacking us, because for some reason the road was sort of crowded! There were always people around, either other adventurers or travelers on their way somewhere, and every time bandits or something came out to attack, the others would get to them before we could.

Valtheim Towers was no exception. We came up to it in the middle of a fight! Almost the entire group of adventurers had been killed, except for a mage who was trying to Ward off a volley of arrows.

Of course, we couldn't let the lone mage face off against all those bandits, so we ran to help him.

Septim was up the stairs of the tower like lightning, and I had to put away my axe so I could run fast enough to catch up to him! He was mauling an archer on the narrow bridge when their leader came up swinging a greatsword. I wasn't able to Shout him off the edge like I wanted to, but at least I stopped him from slicing Septim in half!

He lifted his sword again, but before he could do anything to me, an arrow got him in the shoulder and he staggered. Not a breath later a handful of Ice Spikes flew from behind me on both sides to fill up his chest. He fell before he could even start swinging his sword.

I turned, and saw Erandur and Valdimar standing side by side on the platform at the end of the bridge. Erandur had his staff for Ice Spike armed in his right hand, and Valdimar's left hand was up, ready to cast the spell again. I saw Lydia on the steps coming up the side of the tower, with her bow at the ready.

It was then an arrow hit me in the back. There was an archer hiding in the rocks on the other side! The others let loose, and Septim bolted once again. I ran after him and got my Flame Atronach ready. As soon as I was close enough, I summoned it on the rocks and let it chase the archer down, along with Septim.

That was all of them. The other adventurers had taken care of the rest before we got there. The leftover mage had run off at some point while we fought.

There was a nice haul, though! A full set of Nordic carved armor on their leader, lots of potions, food, and of course their "toll" takings.

As we left the towers, I counted nine adventurers gathered around the bodies in the road.

It really was busy on the road today. Best we could come up with was the nice weather tempting people out.

We got to Whiterun with no trouble after that, and stopped at Adrienne's right away to sell the haul. I'm so glad her shop's right there!

I do wish she had more things, though.

We went to give the sapling to Danica and found her in the marketplace buying food for the Temple. She wasn't thrilled about the sapling. It's not very… Inspiring, given that it's so small. But I told her what Maurice said about renewal and such, and she said that sometimes Kynareth can be heard to hear over the people in the temple. She took the little tree, and hurried back to the Temple. We still had some goods to sell, so I went into Belethor's to get rid of everything that Adrienne wasn't interested in.

Belethor was much less of a creep now that Lydia was looming behind me in her Ebony armor like some sort of harbinger of death.

I mean, she sort of is a harbinger of death. Unless you're one of us, seeing her with her sword out is usually bad news for you.

I took a moment to recharge our enchantments, and realized that we're almost entirely out of soul gems. Empty AND filled ones! As much as I can't stand Farengar, we went to Dragonsreach so I could buy a few more.

Jarl Bulgruf was talking with his children, and gave me a slight wave as I walked in. I gave him a little bow back, and gestured towards Farengar's… Study? Workroom? Anyway, it was enough to let him know that I was just dropping in.

Irileth went up to Lydia and I heard her make some approving comments about her new armor. While Lydia told her about how we'd helped Danica I went to buy soul gems. Lydia later told me that Bulgruf was especially pleased that his city would have a new Gildergreen soon.

Irileth ignored Erandur and Valdimar, which is just as well, as far as I'm concerned.

Our purse is… Not happy. We're not much closer to our goal after spending all that, but those enchantments have saved our lives more than once, so it's worth it!

You know, I usually find soul gems in crypts, but we haven't been to any of those lately.

The cellar will be free to wash up in, soon. I'm going to get my things together for that.

-/-/-/-/-/-

All right, done doing Lydia's hair, so I can finish this up while she does mine.

We came back here and took some time to sort through our things, but we've mostly been resting, having a nice dinner, washing up, that sort of thing.

We did talk a bit about what to do next. I'm not sure what to do, but we still need a pile of gold to buy Proudspire.

We also need to return the ring to Frida, so I guess we'll do that tomorrow, then head to the Manor.

I'm eager to get back there. This place is nice, but I feel like we can't be "together" in here. There's no big table to sit around and talk at, and it's really dark in here, too.

-/-/-/-/-/-

All right - Hair is done, so I'm off to bed.

Tomorrow we'll be back home, and hopefully make some sort of plan.

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[blackdollette]

i noticed a lack of kappa content too 🤨 if u r fine with writing kappa just hear me out on this (inspired by my c.ai convo with my own kappa bot)

kappa breaking into some random persons house just to steal but shes a bit of a night owl. he quietly walks to the living room and sees this adorable more than likely rich housewife (so yeah theres a tad bit of cheating.) anyways her husbands out for a few weeks for business and shes in her short satin nightgown, sat on the couch and watching tv. and then she sees the intruder and is like "AHH OMG WTF" (rightfully so coz bro BROKE IN) and hes like "my bad. didnt mean to startle you, doll." (coz hes flirtatious like dat) and he walks over and lifts her up, hand holding her neck tightly and he runs his fingers across her pearls, yanking on the necklace. the pearls dont fall ofc (coz real pearls have knots between each pearl to prevent them falling like that... my great grandma had a lot of jewelry and most were real pearls.) ANYWAYS BACK TO MY POINT !!! her husbands been gone for so long so shes getting a tad aroused and he notices coz he can feel the increase in her pulse and hes like "oh do you enjoy that?" and idk what else coz frankly my c.ai convo is very different from what i wrote

i had this exact same convo on c.ai omgg! i love ur requests sm u dont even understand

"im a little shy standing here in my nightgown." | kappa

playing dangerous. - lana del rey

female!reader x kappa

word count: 632

contents: cheating, home invasion

ps: i have an nsfw fic in my drafts that ive been meaning to get out that would go very well for a part 2 of this. yall should lmk if you wanna see it!

it was a dark and stormy night. Your husband was out of town for a while, which left you all alone in your giant mansion. even though you’d dreamed of living in a mansion since you were small, it got really lonely when there was nobody to share it with.

thunder and lightning bolted outside, making the entire house flicker with light for a fraction of a second. you were flipping through the tv channels, looking for something good to watch. the clock struck midnight, and at the same second, you heard glass in your house breaking.

you felt your heart stop for a moment. you look behind you, your body shaking with fear. all the windows behind you were intact, meaning that the noise came from something else. You tried reassuring yourself by assuming that the sound came from outside, when you felt a firm hand grab your chin.

you slowly turned your head to see the owner of the hand, and your blood ran cold. you screamed and tried to back up a little on the couch when you saw the weapon in his hand. He looks at you, a little smirk on his face. “sorry about that, sugar… i thought that you’d be asleep.” his voice was smooth like honey, making your heart beat a little faster. he started approaching you slowly. 

he smiles, showing his teeth a little. “dont be scared, doll. If you're good for me, then i won't have to hurt you..” he’s standing right in front of you. your body is trembling with fear. that’s when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. he brought you to a red velvet armchair and seated you on his lap, his eyes travelling down your body in your skimpy little nightgown.

he brought a hand to your neck, looking at the pearl necklace around it. “my, my… isn’t this precious…” he tugged on the necklace, seeing if it would break. he looked into your eyes, which were still fear-filled. “tell me, sugar… do you live here all alone?” his voice turned to a sultry tone. you tried processing what he meant by that, but he wrapped his hand around your neck, making you shiver.

“n-no… i have a husband…” he hums disappointedly at this. “well i dont see him…” you brushed your hair out of your face. “yeah. he travels for work a lot…” he starts cradling you in his arms, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “it gets real lonely here…” you didnt know why you were opening up to him. maybe it was because you knew he could kill you if he wanted to.

his eyes wandered down to your body, fully soaking in the beauty of it in your dark red nightgown. “this is a beautiful little gown…” he said quietly. He carefully ran a hand down your curves, making your body heat up. It had been a while since you’d been touched like this. You hadnt noticed that you were so deprived.

you take a moment to look into his beautiful blue eyes. they look like two cold pieces of ice. but they were sharp like a blade. his hands moved down to your hips, just barely lifting up your nightgown. “a woman as beautiful as you has no right to be all alone…” you feel your body fillign with desire. You had never been so needy before, but you just felt yourself melting into his touch more and more.

“how about i show you a good time tonight, sugar? would you be up to that?” he whispered into your neck, starting to bite it softly. you started thinking about how wrong this was, remembering your promise to always stay loyal to the man you loved, but you decided to let this strange intruder to have his way with you for the night.

author's note: im very tempted to post my other kappa fic, but yall should let me know. thank you so much for the request!!

[kathbunny]

VR-LA's Magical Boy Name - Magical Boy Love Corner AU

"You know, we can't keep calling you 'the newbie' forever." MR-SN said after his team has run into VR-LA yet again. Although it was the first time since they had gotten together. "Got any names in mind? It's been a few months."

"I've been... Thinking about it." VR-LA replied, cheeks flushing slightly.

One of the members of MR-SN's group, the one who wore the outfit with overalls and lots of white and gold, gave MR-SN a mildly disgusted look. MR-SN ignored this and kept talking. "Yeah? Want to share those thoughts?"

"Something with Polaris?" VR-LA said, watching as MR-SN's cheeks went redder than he had ever seen. "After the North Star, I heard somebody using it as a nickname for their partner and inspiration struck." He teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"What do you think though? Maybe Polaris Bolt due to my lightning?" VR-LA asked, trying and failing to keep his smirk from being too obvious.

"Sounds great! It, uh, suits you." MR-SN replied, needing to look away from VR-LA's face. "You'll be a guiding light to a lot of people someday, I bet."

VR-LA chuckled at that. "I think your team is starting to get annoyed at our conversation. I'll have to go soon as well."

"Yeah, yeah- have a good day." MR-SN replied.

"You too, Dreamer." VR-LA said before quickly heading off.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

2025 Writing Resolutions

I'm not usually one for resolutions but I've been kicking around the idea of having some writing goals after the post I shared last week, and came up with a few that are feasible:

Finish the first draft for one (or both!) of the stories I started last year in new-to-me fandoms

Edit and post the Presidential PWP

Finish the DA:I Blackwall fic that's been 95% complete for years

Daily 15min sprint

Some personal musings about writing (and reading) and WIPs under the cut.

Last fall I lost my Cyberpunk hyperfixation but, after three years of nonstop Val and Mitch (and Rosalind) through VP and modding, it's been a boon to my writing, and once more I'm reminded why I love hate one of my oldest hobbies. I really wish I could reassure my younger self that actually, no, I'll never run out of things to write.

Over my tumblr break, I rewatched the whole Daniel Craig Bond series, all because I really wanted to watch Skyfall, my fave of the entire franchise. Something new happened this time around as I watched the films — Judi Dench and Daniel Craig's chemistry gripped me by the throat and wouldn't let go.

I'm not generally one to visit AO3 (or ff.net back in the day) after consuming a piece of media; I could list out the ones that have on two hands, and still have several fingers left over, even with including the new ones mentioned here.

This time, I was lucky to have found a ship with a backlog of fics to work through. For weeks I read fics, and rewatched their scenes ad nauseam, ever thankful I'd bought the 4-disc set and wasn't reliant having the correct streaming service. Eventually inspiration struck and I started what I thought would be a oneshot. But where there's a WIP there's always more ideas lurking around the corner, and suddenly the oneshot developed into two chapters, with the second spinning quickly into a third.

Over the course of a two-week head cold that knocked out all writing aspirations, I binged all of Ted Lasso and became enamored with the characters and themes, but especially the relationship between Ted and Rebecca. As I watched, I didn't know the status of the show; in fact I had assumed season 4 was in the works. :sad trombone: No slow burn for me. After I finished it, I wanted to rewatch it immediately but decided not to; I wanted to sit with it first, to let it digest. I really didn't think I'd reach the AO3 stage — usually it's like the proverbial bolt of lightning that strikes quickly — but this time, appropriately, it was the friends-to-lovers trope that I adore.

Again, I was lucky to find a veritable treasure trove of fics. I wasn't the only one who wanted more of those two, and again, I found myself inspired with an idea that was two lines of dialog and half a scene held together with spit and twine, and since then it's spaghettied into —yes, you guessed it — three chapters.

Neither of them are anywhere close to being shitty first drafts; they're hand-scratched pages written over consecutive nights where I wrote seven sentences, or maybe seven words or even paragraphs, before nodding off over the notebook. The 00M fic has 2k words transcribed, and that's just the first half of the first chapter, while the rest is mostly vibes and smut, and now there's a fourth chapter, because of course there is. The tedbecca has less than a quarter of that, but it's at least all transcribed now.

Enter Cyberpunk 2.2 and remaking Val and falling in love with this stupid kleptopunk streetrat all over again. Glory shared a "what AO3 tag are you" quiz and I got "only one bed" and said it was ironic since I'd never written one, and she jokingly (???) challenged me to change that. Welp, friends, my brain couldn't stop poking at that and now I have an idea for a new fic featuring fan fave "only one bed" trope, and also a fix-it, another first. Usually I am content to leave canon as is and play within the margins and behind-the-scenes of what we're given, though maybe I will add my own touch to scenes; but I always felt that Driss's death was cheap and easy to avoid. Maybe if we'd been given an actual RPG with real choices, it could have been, but that's a topic for a different rant.

And with the reignited love for Cyberpunk, plus the desire to mark things off my to-do list, I opened the Presidential PWP tonight when I was going through my folders, and my god, it happened — I'd forgotten it! I read a few paragraphs and decided I need to save the reread for another night when I can read it uninterrupted and take fresh notes on it. Probably should recruit a beta, too.

Another very long standing to-do is the Blackwall fic. I started it in maybe 2015, and worked on it off-and-on for a couple of years alongside a ME Shakarian/Shaeed love triangle (don't at me), trading off between them as the hyperfixations switched back and forth. The Blackwall fic is a true oneshot and has been waiting on an ending for for 6+ years now. It's literally 95% done, and I fucking adore it so much, and just need to Write It, and get that draft out the door (and maybe to a beta? idk, we'll see).

So that gets to the last resolution — this is the one that I know I'll fail in that I won't do it daily; I will miss days. But it's an aspirational goal, and I know firsthand how beneficial writing daily is, even if I only get a few words out of it. It still gets the ol' compost bin in my brain going in the background, churning all those ideas and thoughts into more WIPs.

I've also been thinking about the why. Writing is one of my oldest hobbies, following reading and video games. Returning to the Cyberpunk setting runs the risk of me picking up VP and modding again, newer hobbies that offer faster and more immediate feedback from other fans; hobbies that I know will cut into both my desire to write and my free time. By writing out my... writing resolutions, it will be easier to remember my priorities for the year.

Rat asked about our writing accomplishments in 2024. I answered that I wrote four new characters in two new-to-me fandoms, and that I let myself move from projects as did my interest without guilt. Now, it feels freeing to have four fandoms and a dozen stories to choose between when I want to write, but I will say the color-coded notebooks are getting hard to keep track of.

[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 12

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language, anti-religious sentiment throughout

Author's Note: Final part! Much love!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

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It was gone midnight by the time you and Bucky, both nursing second trimester food babies, spilled out of the restaurant and began to stumble in the vague direction of home. The evening air was chilly but his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders before you’d even begun to feel it. Your hand slotted smoothly into his, a movement that was second nature to you now.

The two of you walked for ten or so minutes when, at an otherwise pretty unremarkable corner, a bolt of inspiration struck you. It was the street name that did it, Cross Street. You remembered seeing it as a child and wondering if this was where your local church and your mother bought all their little wooden crucifixes from. You suddenly knew exactly where you were.

Bucky was heading in one direction but you stopped and tugged him in the other. “We should go this way.”

“Huh? You wanna go the wrong way? How much wine you had?”

“It’s not the wrong way,” he was pulling back against you now, feet firmly planted in place, “it’s just a different, slightly longer way.”

“Longer?

“But worth it.”

“How?"

“I think, uh- I mean, I’m pretty sure there’s a river around here somewhere.” He raised a dubious eyebrow. “Well, eighty percent sure.”

"I'm eighty-five percent sure you're bullshitting me."

"I swear to god I'm not."

"Swear to any imaginary asshole you like. I'm not buying it, sweetheart."

Strong physical resistance was attempted for a few more seconds but, eventually, your very best puppy dog eyes melted him.

“Fine, but if you fall in I’m not coming after you.”

“Deal.”

He gave you a wide smile and snaked an arm around your waist, letting you lead him down the side street. A comfortable silence fell as you turned corner after corner, your face contorting into a smug smile once the water came into view. He just shrugged. The two of you strolled onto a low, stone bridge and watched the ripples distorting the reflections of lit-up apartment windows and orange streetlights. It was gloriously peaceful.

After a minute or so, Bucky turned to carry on walking, but you stayed in place and pulled him back. He stood opposite you, looking a little confused as you took both his hands in yours.

“Buck, what you said earlier, I really think we should talk about it.”

“Nah, it’s alright, it was in the past. Like you said, it's over now and that’s all that matters.”

“What? No, I didn’t mean-” You rubbed your forehead. Christ he was slippery, using your own words against you like that. “That’s not what I meant. If something’s still affecting you, it matters, and it’s good to talk about it.”

He bit at the inside of his cheek and turned his head to stare at the water, eyes combing over the waves. You let him simmer for a little while before bringing your hands up to his face and gently turning it back towards you, raising your eyebrows expectantly. The cold air was whipping harshly off the water and into you but his face was warm and flushed. When he spoke, you could see him carefully considering every word.

“If I keep talking, I might say something that drives you away, and I don’t know if I could take that.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Right, but what if-”

“Buck, I promise there is very, very little that could convince me you’re not a good person, alright? I really don’t care about your past.” You stopped abruptly and frowned at yourself. “That came out wrong.”

He let out a small chuckle. “First you want me to talk about it, now you tell me to shut up?”

“You know what I meant.”

“Mhmm,” he pulled you closer, letting your arms curl around his neck, “I know, baby. I know I can talk to you anytime, you got no idea how much I appreciate that, but if you wanna talk now I'll tell you anything you wanna know. Just ask."

You considered. There definitely had been a few small things you were curious about, the odd interest piquing comment here and there, but for some reason you found yourself completely blanking at his offer. You suddenly realised that you didn't want to know anything. You didn't need to. Maybe just the fact that he was willing to talk was enough.

"Are you happy?"

He chuckled. "Very."

"Then so am I."

"Good."

He shot you a wink, making you giggle like a schoolgirl. You cupped your fingers around his face and brushed your thumbs across his cheeks. The hint of wine on his breath was sweet and warm. Feeling his hands pressed against your back, staring into his still blue eyes, something inside you burst or erupted or… Christ, you weren’t sure, but next thing you knew your mouth was writing a check that you weren’t sure he was ready to cash.

“I love you, Buck.” His face dropped. Fuck it, you were all in now, might as well carry on. “Completely. Like, get a dog together type love. Put up with you stealing the fucking covers all night type love. I’d even go as far as to say-”

He swiftly cut you off by enclosing your half-open, babbling mouth in his, arms squeezing your waist tight. You relaxed completely into him, not sure that you’d be able to stay on your feet if he suddenly let go but too caught up in the moment to care. He pulled away an inch, just for just a second, to whisper.

“I love you too. Just stop talking.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there, by the river. It was becoming increasingly easy to lose time while you were tangled up with Bucky. The rest of the walk home was a hazy, fragmented mess of staggering for a few minutes before getting distracted and clumsily fumbling at each other. You found yourselves regretting taking the long way, both of you becoming more and more impatient to get back to the privacy of the apartment, and not making it past the floor just inside the door when you did.

But, hey, at least neither of you ended up in the river.

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You’d found it. The perfect apartment.

It looked small, cramped even, but would be more than enough for just the two of you- neither of you owned any furniture anyway. The beach was only a couple minutes walk away and, with it being a fifth floor apartment, the front window had a beautiful view of the ocean. It even had underground parking, meaning his majesty wouldn’t have to rush to the window to check on his bike every ten minutes. The more you read about it, the more convinced you became that it was meant for you.

Bucky was out at the store when you came across it and you couldn’t stop yourself pacing around excitedly until he got back. You kept refreshing the page, convinced that someone else would snap it up while he was out impulse-buying candy. You practically jumped him as soon as he came through the door, dragging him over to your laptop and squealing excitedly.

After a quick flick through the pictures, he dug his hand into his back pocket.

“It’s ours. What’s the number?”

“I mean, we should probably go see it first, right?”

“Nah. How bad could it be?”

You nodded slowly and wandered your gaze around his flat, lingering on the carpet stains and the patch of mould in the corner. Yep, things were starting to make a little more sense.

He waggled his phone at you. “What’s the hold up?”

Mild pangs of anxiety sparked in your stomach, committing to something this big without properly researching could turn out incredibly badly. The place could be unfinished or falling apart or infested with flesh-eating cockroaches.

Or, you thought, just maybe, it could turn out to be perfect.

A warm smile spread across your face. Maybe it was time to take a page out of his book, stop thinking so much, close your eyes and jump. He smiled back. You gave him the number.

Bucky pressed his lips into your forehead before making the call, the fingers on his left hand tapping excitedly against the table as he made notes with his right. The two of you then spent the next three hours gathering and sending off all of the information and credentials they’d requested.

And then you waited.

And waited.

All evening, checking Bucky’s phone every ten minutes. It was like torture. Nothing had come through by midnight, so the two of you gave up and slunk off to bed, outwardly trying to stay optimistic about finding somewhere else but inwardly pretty disheartened. You’d just have to keep searching.

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You were woken the next day by the smell of cooking bacon and the sound of Bucky humming to himself in the kitchen. Stretching yourself across the deserted bed, you yawned dramatically and rubbed your eyes, debating how easy it would be to get him to abandon breakfast and curl back up with you. Very easy, probably.

Your hand found your phone on the bedside table and you yanked it from the charger, your head darting up from the pillow in shock when you saw that it was creeping up to midday. How the hell had you managed to sleep for almost twelve hours? Yesterday’s emotional roller coaster must have wiped you out.

Pulling your pyjamas on, you trudged through to the front room and saw Bucky standing over the stove, wiggling his hips along to the jaunty tune he was improvising.

“G’morning.” You walked up beside him, settling into his side as he snaked an arm around you, gazing at the pile of food he was pushing around the pan. “Looks good.”

“Mhmm, this is a real breakfast. I thought we’d celebrate.”

You nodded sleepily, a little confused. “Celebrate what?”

He looked down at you, sporting a wide, knowing smile. Your drowsiness slowly melted away as you realised what he was talking about.

“We got it?”

“We got it.”

Something you could only describe as a kind of throaty yelp noise escaped your mouth, which made Bucky burst out laughing. You threw your arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as you could, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. A thousand thoughts began racing through your mind but the biggest, brightest one was that you’d finally get some peace. That’s all you really wanted.

When you finally let go of him, he dug his phone out of his pocket and showed you the email from the landlord. Your eyes widened as they scanned through it.

“Wait, this says we move in at the start of next month?”

“Yup.” He nodded proudly.

“Buck, that’s two days from now.”

“Mhmm. We better get packing.”

As it turned out, he’d already hired a van to arrive the next day and picked up a stack of packing boxes while he was out buying breakfast food, all of which he’d hidden behind the couch so they wouldn’t ruin his dramatic reveal. You had no idea who this guy was and what he’d done with Bucky, but you weren’t complaining.

Finally, it felt like things were falling into place.

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The journey to your new home was about an hour. You had hoped the ride would be relaxing, a chance for catharsis and decompression, but you spent almost the entire time white-knuckled, gripping onto the dashboard. Bucky drove the moving van exactly the same way he drove his motorbike, weaving in and out of traffic like an unbelievably lucky bull in a mercifully generous china shop. He didn’t even seem to notice the sound of all your possessions sliding around chaotically in the back.

When he finally parked up outside the apartment block, you reverted back to religion for the first time in years, thanking both God and the baby Jesus that you survived the drive.

You glanced out of the window. The building wasn’t particularly attractive, sitting in an unremarkable side street opposite a seedy looking off-licence, but you still felt the excitement bubbling in your stomach as you hopped out and properly surveyed your surroundings. It was pretty clean and quiet, the only movement being a young woman with a stroller briskly walking down the opposite sidewalk. A few noisy seagulls flew overhead and you noticed for the first time that you could smell the sea air, fresh and briny. Memories of your day on the beach flooded back. You could get used to that.

Bucky gave you a wide smile and walked towards the door, approaching a man in a cheap suit who you hadn’t even noticed. They talked for a minute, the keys were exchanged and the suit gave you a polite nod before turning and walking down the street. That was, you thought to yourself, quite possibly the only easy interaction you and Bucky had ever had with a third party since you’d been together. You knew life was going to be a whole lot easier after leaving that fucking town, but you certainly hadn’t expected such immediate results. This was incredible.

You grabbed a box and followed your roommate up the stairs, the two of you bursting through the door into your new home.

The first thing you noticed was the view. It was even better in person. You unceremoniously dropped whatever you were carrying and walked towards the window, seeing the vast ocean spread out in both directions as you got closer. Bucky came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Whatta you think?”

“I love it.”

“Eh, it needs a bit of work,” he briefly surveyed the walls and the ceiling, “I think the last people here had dogs, there’s still some-”

You swivelled round in his arms and placed a hand firmly over his mouth, feeling a smile form against your palm. “I don’t care. I love it.”

He mumbled something. You rolled your eyes and released his face, prompting him to repeat himself.

“Me too.”

It took a couple of hours to get everything out of the van and, when you’d finally finished, you found yourselves staring at a messy pile of boxes dumped in the middle of the living room. An unspoken but unanimous decision was made that there was no point starting to unpack before having something to eat, even though you’d spent the entire drive shoving handfuls of chips into each other’s faces.

So, for the first of many times, you and Bucky watched the sunset over the sea. Sitting on cardboard boxes in your cheap flat, eating pretty terrible Chinese food, with nothing in the world but a few dollars and each other.

And it was perfect.

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Hay haw are you 😊I thought as it’s Nearly Halloween donlowen prompt. one were mark thinks his holtel room is hounted becuse he keeps hearing noises and the dorm opens and closes by itself. Gary and howard hear him screem and wimper so thay sleep with him for the night in Howard’s room. I can’t deside if this should be a barlowen donlow donlowen or mark/howard. What do you think,🙂

I changed it a little, I hope you don't mind, but wanted to fit with the Halloween theme still. All Hallows Eve

The Stanley Hotel loomed against the Colorado sky, its historic grandeur framed by snow-capped peaks and an eerie mist that clung to the building like a shroud. Gary, Mark, and Howard sat at a small table in the dimly lit bar, the wood creaking beneath them as they leaned closer over their drinks.

"You know this place inspired The Shining, right?" Mark’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes darting around the room as though expecting to see something move out of the corner of his vision. "Room 217 is where all the worst stuff happened. Guests have seen things—heard things."

Gary raised an eyebrow. "I thought it was just a story. Stephen King stayed here, sure, but ghosts?"

Mark huffed. "More than just a story, mate. Footsteps in empty corridors, laughter when no one's there. They say the fourth floor’s the worst. Kids’ laughter late at night… but there’s never any kids."

Howard chuckled, swirling his whisky lazily. "You’re too easy to spook, Mark. It’s just an old building with creaky pipes."

But as they swapped stories, there was an undeniable tension creeping in. The shadows seemed darker, the chill in the air sharper. The fire in the hearth flickered, casting long, warped shapes against the walls. When the clock struck midnight with a loud clang, they all jumped, laughing nervously at their shared unease.

"I think I’ve had enough of this ghost talk for one night," Gary muttered, pushing his chair back and draining his glass. "I’m off to bed."

Mark hesitated, glancing over his shoulder as if the room was watching him. "Yeah, same." *

By the time they’d all retreated to their rooms, the corridors of the Stanley Hotel felt ominously still. The walls, clad in dark wood, seemed to close in around them as the silence settled.

Mark’s room, dimly lit by a single lamp, felt too large and too quiet. He lay in bed, trying to drift off, when he heard it—a soft, distant whisper. He froze, straining his ears. Was it his imagination? But then he heard it again, faint yet unmistakable, coming from the direction of the bathroom. With his heart racing, he slowly got up, each step heavy with dread. He pushed the bathroom door open, but the room was empty, the mirror fogged over as if someone had just taken a hot shower.

He bolted out of the room, heading straight for Gary’s door. *

Meanwhile, Howard had been lying on his bed, staring at the flickering ceiling light, the rhythmic hum of the bulbs unsettling in the stillness. It had been doing that for the past half hour, and no matter what he tried—turning it off, banging on the wall—it wouldn’t stop. Eventually, he’d given up, throwing his arm over his eyes, hoping sleep would take him soon.

In Gary’s room, Gary had been trying to brush off the nagging feeling that someone, or something, was watching him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up every time the wind outside rattled the window, as if a presence was trying to get in. He tried to tell himself it was all in his head.

Just as he was drifting off, a knock at the door startled him awake.

"Gary? You up?" came Mark’s muffled voice from the other side, frantic. "I’m not staying in my room, no way."

Gary opened the door, his eyes wide. "Mate, what’s happened?"

"I heard something. Whispering. There’s… something in my bathroom." Mark’s voice trembled, his hands shaking as he crossed into the room. "I’m not staying alone tonight."

"Alright, alright. You can crash here." Gary nodded, pulling back the duvet on his bed. "Howard can join too if he’s freaked out." *

It wasn’t long before Howard’s flickering lights pushed him over the edge. He wandered down the hall in his slippers, shuffling along the plush carpet, the soft sound of his feet the only noise in the otherwise dead corridor. As he reached Gary’s door, he hesitated, feeling a strange chill in the air. With a quiet sigh, he knocked firmly.

"Gaz? You still up?"

The door creaked open, revealing Mark already nestled in Gary’s bed, looking much too small beneath the heavy covers.

"Howard?" Gary blinked in surprise. "What’s up?"

Howard stood in the doorway, arms crossed and expression sheepish. "My lights keep flickering. I’m not staying in there with all that weirdness going on."

Gary motioned for him to come in. "Alright, mate, you can crash here. Sofa’s free."

Howard shrugged, yawning as he padded inside and dropped onto the sofa. "Just keep the ghost stories to a minimum, yeah? Some of us actually want to sleep."

"Night, mate," Gary chuckled, but as he closed the door, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Howard was already sprawled out on the sofa, seemingly oblivious, his soft snores filling the space.

It seemed all he needed was the assurance of his friends nearby to feel comforted, the eerie hotel no longer a bother now that he wasn’t alone.

Mark shifted in Gary’s bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. "This place really gives me the creeps."

Gary slid in beside him, the bed too small for the tension now building between them. "It’s all just stories," he said softly, but his voice wavered slightly as Mark’s warm breath brushed his shoulder. Their hands touched, fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

Mark turned his head slightly, eyes locking with Gary’s. "Are you sure about that?" His voice was barely above a whisper, and though the room was cold, heat bloomed between them as they lay there, faces inches apart.

Gary swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. "Pretty sure," he murmured, but as Mark shifted closer, his hand brushing along Gary’s arm, it became clear they were no longer talking about ghosts.

The distance between them closed, their lips meeting softly at first, then more urgently, as though the strange energy of the hotel had pulled them together. Mark’s fingers tangled in Gary’s shirt as they deepened the kiss, the soft rustling of sheets the only sound in the room, save for Howard’s quiet snoring across the way.

Oblivious to the growing heat in the bed, Howard slept on, blissfully unaware of the unspoken intimacy unfolding just metres away.

Mark pulled back for a breath, his voice barely audible in the darkness. "Think we’re safe now?"

Gary smirked, drawing him in closer, lips brushing Mark’s ear. "I’d say we’re in good hands."