#I hope he’s okay and then meets up with swindle….

[brawlsbigbadonkers]

I’m so normal about earthspark brawl.

[softxsuki]

Reader Surprises Shin-ah For His Birthday

| Pairing: Shin-ah x Gn!Reader | Genre: Fluff | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 510 |

Warnings: None

Note: Happy Birthday to our favorite blue dragon, Shin-ah! MY PRECIOUS ANGEL. Someone needs to yell at me and get me to start reading Yona of the Dawn again. I'm SOOOO behind. Hopefully he's still in character though! Hope you guys enjoy :D

You were soaked from head to toe as you ran past the trees and greenery, rushing back to the camp after voyaging into a nearby village alone. You needed to find something to give your lover, something meaningful to celebrate his birthday. 

And at last, you had found it. It was a charm, a small pendant of the moon with a blue gem attached to it. It had instantly reminded you of Shin-ah, something he could tie to the hilt of his sword, you only hoped he’d like it. 

The merchant had swindled you for a few extra coins, but at the time it started to pour and you didn’t care, so you gave him everything you had left, running back to camp before anyone realized you were missing. 

But you had failed as you spotted Shin-ah outside his tent already, eyes on you. He had probably spotted you from miles away, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you were safe. Thankfully, the charm was tucked away, hidden from his strong gaze. 

He’s quiet as his gentle hands meet yours, pulling you into his warm tent. Once alone, he lifts his mask, eyes examining your soaked appearance. 

“Where were you?” He questions finally, using a spare cloth to help you dry off a bit. 

“I needed to get something,” you explain with a smile, digging around in your layered clothing for the wrapped charm you had bought for him. “Close your eyes.” 

He does as commanded, but tilts his head in confusion, closing his eyes. You take his hand and open it, placing the charm that was wrapped in cloth in his palm. 

“Okay open,” you whisper, looking at him in anticipation, hoping he likes it. “Happy Birthday, Shin-ah!”

He carefully unwraps the cloth to reveal the beautiful charm, his jaw dropping slightly in surprise. 

“It’s for your sword, think of it as a token of protection from me. No matter where you are, I’ll always be with you,” you explain embarrassed, feeling like your gift wasn’t as great as you originally thought. 

But Shin-ah thought otherwise. He brings you into his arms, embracing you tightly, not caring that your soaked clothes were now also getting him wet. Before meeting you, and your comrades, Shin-ah was alone on every birthday. People feared him and he was raised to believe he was worthless and a monster, something you helped him get over. He was beyond touched at your gift. 

“I love it,” he says softly. And he truly did adore it. 

He immediately ties it to the hilt of his sword, lifting it up as slivers of light soak through the tent, “I’ll never take it off.”

He felt protective of the charm on his sword, truly believing it was good luck as he had won every battle the Happy Hungry Bunch faced since receiving it. But most of all, you put your heart into that gift, and that was something he’d cherish forever. You made it a memorable birthday that he’d look back on for years to come.

Posted: 1/3/2024

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I've been thinking on where Gambit fits in the mutant Mutant Au. Because our favorite Cajun hasn't been brought in yet.

Maybe he's a human thief that accidently met the mutant family and got dragged along for the ride of their crazy adventures, him wondering when his life got so weird while Logan threatens him the entire way.

When he doesn't hear or see from the mutants fam for a while he's relieved at first, but then he realizes that he's a bit lonely without them. Then Evan and Reader bust into his safe house and give him a very rushed run down of what happened and now he's running around New York trying to figure out how to save his future jellyfish girlfriend, her absolutely terrifying dad, and her overactive siblings. (She doesn't take him seriously when he flirts, but he is 100% into the whole translucent, pastel, electric, murder mermaid thing she has going on.)

Or maybe he is a mutant, some sort of sneaky animal like a racoon or rat, who can get anything from anyone for anyone, if they pay the right price. He's one of the only inhabitants of the Hidden City that regularly goes to New York to steal. He's gotten in trouble with Charles and Erik because of it, but a guy's got to make a living.

When the fam first visits the hidden city, he tries to swindle them out of their few valuables, making Rogue so angry she shocks him by accident. It's okay because he lying fried on the ground mentally picking out wedding rings.

He meets the fam a few more times until he's called to meet Charles and thinks maybe he crossed a line in his thievery and now is getting banished from the city.

But no, turns out Charles just brainwashed his friends/enemies/ whatevers convenient and now LOST one? And he wants Gambit to find them?

Gambit does have a line he doesn't cross, and that line was crossed by miles as soon Charles mentions brain washing, no matter who it is. So he agrees, takes the payment up front, then leaves to go find and warn Reader so they can fix his Cherie and her family.

(Crap this is long. Sorry please take ur time!!!)

Okay, okay. Both of those ideas are valid and amazing. But... I have some ideas that can make this au even darker if we go your first idea...

Remy, a.k.a. "Gambit", has been a friend/ally to the weird mutant teens for a few years, amd tends to act like they annoy him, when he finds them highly amusing and, dare he say it, the most welcoming group he's ever met. Because sure, he's human, but so is their friend, a younger teen named Evan, and the fam is made up of entirely diffent mutants. So they're pretty inclusive, and are only mad when he maybe tried to flirt with Rogue. (He loves that jellyfish mermaid siren wonder, she's so bright and electrifying and could kill him, and he's down bad for her).

When he hasn't heard from them in a while, he feels a small bit of relief: finally, he can get some rest! But... a few days turns to a week, a week turns to two, and then Evan and Reader wind up at his door, Reader wounded, and both their and Evan's eyes are haunted, and he's quick to drag them inside. And what he hears from them is that Reader was separated from their family during an accident, then their family ended up in some underground city that brainwashed them, and they forgot about Reader and Evan entirely. And now they're either after them, or have decided to imprison them.

And now all Remy sees is red...

Okay. Some evil alien thing has captured his weird found family; the others wounded Reader in their fight; Reader had to leave in order to save themself amd find help; and now they and Evan are in hiding, knocking at his door in the hopes he can help them.

Woo boi...

It's time to go rescue their weird little group, no?

(Yeah... let's just say, I'm darkening this au! Mwahaha!)

(Ask any other questions you think of, okay, sugar?)

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere (TFA) Swindle with a human mechanic darling that tries to fix him up after a run in with the autobots? Darling has no idea he's a robot and just thinks hes a neat, beat up, car

Sure! Using his alt-mode without the huge gun because... well... that gives it away, doesn't it? As always I hope I get the character right ^^

Note: I struggled with the ending yet I think it turned out okay despite that :)

Yandere! TFA! Swindle Concept

Yandere! TFA! Swindle with Human! Mechanic! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Transformer/Human, Forced partnership, Kidnapping, Stalking, Manipulation/Threats, Violence, Attempted murder/implied murder.

As a mechanic the opportunity to see different models of cars always excites you.

It's not everyday you see an armored vehicle to fix up.

Let alone one in such strange colors.

Do these types of cars typically have purple windows?

You assume it must be a custom.

Even then, the vehicle looks so beat when you come across it.

What's even weirder was it was just left for you to find at your mechanic shop (or house if you decide to work from home).

There was no owner in sight.

Just a broken down car, sitting in front of you, as though it was waiting.

You had no idea about the concept of Cybertronians.

To you this was just a rare armored vehicle custom model.

One that you were excited to attempt to fix.

You have no idea that this car is a Cybertronian Decepticon named Swindle.

Swindle thought there might be a chance to use a human like you to fix his scuffed armor plating.

Those Autobots really dinged him up.

When Swindle saw you in his vehicle mode he thought you were such a small thing.

All humans were small and weak yet part of him found it cute.

He tucks away this thought as his only concern was using you to help himself.

He didn't think a human like you would know what to do at first.

He can tell you've worked with vehicles yet he hoped you didn't notice much of his Cybertronian biology-

Swindle also wasn't sure if he should feel disgusted or think it's funny at your excitement with fixing him.

He isn't entirely put off by humans touching him.

The thought of disgust actually starts to fade when he notices how soft you are with fixing his parts.

It actually feels... pleasant when you study his parts and try to find new ones to fix them.

You get rid of the dents, swatch some paint colors, and crawl over him to look for any other damage.

It... tickles, honestly!

It only takes you a few days to fix him up.

Although you nearly get suspicious a few times at the strange tech he's armed with.

This vehicle doesn't feel normal....

You expect it to disappear after you've fixed it, just like how it's mysteriously appeared before you.

As you expect, the car's gone the next day.

Meanwhile Swindle marks the location of your business/home for later events.

If he's injured again then he'll come to you.

As long as it isn't anything too serious as of now.

This meet up kick starts a strange series of growing thoughts in Swindle.

Out of every human he's met you're probably one of the most useful.

He actually feels pretty good after your work.

The new paint job feels nice, too.

He actually wants to go back.

In fact, he does!

He goes back many times, much to your confusion.

It's not even just to get fixed up, either.

He just... pops by, sometimes.

Maybe he circles around the block at times...

Maybe he sends you letters he gets other humans to write by making a deal (he would do it himself if he could).

He shows gratitude for what you do for him.

He actually enjoys you checking up on him.

You, on the other hand, are beyond confused and a bit frightened.

The more you work on him, the more you notice things you shouldn't.

Why is this vehicle so armed with weapons?

Is it military?

Who does this belong to?

Why did they choose YOU to fix it up?

You may be thinking, are you doing this all for free?

At first you were just out of interest... but now money just shows up at your damn door.

Swindle respects you and gives you currency to pay for his repairs.

He is one for deals, after all.

There will come a point you get suspicious of the car to the point you try to call the cops about a suspicious vehicle.

Swindle realizes he needs to rush his obsession over you at this point.

For the past few, what is it on Earth, months...?

For the past few months he's been watching what you do.

At first he planned on taking you with him because you're so useful.

Now he wonders if his intrigue is more about keeping you as a human pet than your useful traits.

Which is why when he has human cop cars following him everywhere he realizes he should probably hurry.

As much as he hates the idea of it.

The cops can't stop Swindle.

He'd most likely blow them up with one of his many weapons.

Again, humans are weak to him, it's funny how they TRY to be a threat.

His next stop is picking you up.

Which occurs when he drives into your shop, making a disgruntled you come out to take a look.

Just who is this guy!?

Then he snatches you up like a toy, shoving you into his vehicle mode and speeding off.

His seat belts ensnare you into his seats as you cry and scream.

Finally, it is done.

"I know it's jarring, trust me I was going to properly introduce myself later but you forced my hand." He'd say to you, tracking a location to bring you.

"The name's Swindle, the armored vehicle you've been working on? Got to tell you... you do some nice work. I feel great whenever you finish. So great I thought I'd take you with me!"

"What the hell!? What are you? Where are you taking me!?"

"So many questions, let's take this slow. I'm a Decepticon, an alien to you. As for where I'm taking you..."

The belts squeeze you tighter when you try to reach around the vehicle for a chance to escape.

"I'm taking you to my ship. Out of all the fleshy humans here, you're the most useful in my eyes. An arms dealer such as me gets into trouble at times. Plus... you could say you've grown on me."

"Let me out!"

"Or what? You'll call more of those cops? They didn't help you before."

"I have a family, please..."

"Let's make a deal..." The Decepticon says bitterly. "You come with me willingly and I promise to leave your family be! It should only be just us anyway. Haven't you spent more time working on me than with your family anyways? I thought I made you excited, dear!"

You stay silent at that, tears pricking your eyes as your breathing grows uneven.

"Don't cry, baby... I promise you'll get much richer with me. I'll even provide you great company...!"

Swindle can try to comfort you all he wants but it most likely won't work.

Even when he takes you onto a ship he managed to barter for and shows you his robot form, you still close yourself off.

Swindle is willing to wait for you to open up.

Sometimes you have to be patient when making a deal, right?

Swindle thinks with time you'll be happy with him.

Why stick to such a boring human life when you can stay beside him...

Business awaits, dear... quite possibly in more ways than one.

[beemynumberone]

All The Colours (6/7)

-> In which Idol!Minghao and Actress!OC convey their heartfelt messages through colours.

-> slowwwwburn romance. friends to lovers. no smut.

-> constructive feedback is always appreciated!

All pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them.

Writer’s note: Hi! I am writing these scenarios to placate my active imagination and hopefully make someone’s day/night. I do not intend to hurt anyone/anything through this fic.

Thank you for picking up my story and happy reading!

Masterlist

*btw, Yile is pronounced as Yi Le (in Chinese pronunciation), it is not supposed to rhyme with Kyle

Part 6: Grey

The Grey Area

Yile’s POV:

Yile stared at her phone, the circulating lyrics lighting up and fading like a Ferris wheel. Should she accessorise the plain background? Gnawing on her bottom lip, she decided on captioning with the song title and added an emoji. The white question mark would fit perfectly with the song’s title. Besides, it would pair with Minghao’s red question mark. It would look cute :] ,Yile thought. She hoped it wasn’t crossing a line. Her heart raced.

Minghao’s POV:

Great. Yile reciprocated his message. The continuation of the lyrics and the addition of a white question mark emoji to mirror his red one? Well done him. Minghao screamed internally.

Now what? He was sure they had moved on to the next level of ✨mutual friendship✨. But did this mean that they were friends? Were the lyrics she chose supposed to mean something or simply a continuation of what he started? Was the white emoji supposed to mean something? He stared at the words. He was definitely overthinking way too much. Every crumb she threw out was devoured eagerly by him and he wanted more.

A slew of messages popped up on his screen.

— Dokyeom:

It means she’s interested and wants to know more, you dummy!

Minghao opened the groupchat.

His band members were gossiping about his “love life” ever since he gave the green light. Not that there was much to talk about anyway.

— Seungkwan:

Send a message back! Don’t leave her hanging!

— Dino:

Yea hyung! Ask her out!

— Junhui:

I have her sister’s number ;) Do you want it?

— Dokyeom:

Go for it!!!! We’re rooting for you two!

— Soonyoung:

Good luck Minghao!!! Get your girl 🐯

Swallowing, Minghao opened the contact he got from Junhui. Jun was quite the social butterfly surprisingly. He charmed swindled their makeup artist of Yile’s sister’s phone number. It was pretty easy from there, if you exclude the blaze of questions Yile’s sister fired.

“Do you intend to have kids one day?”

Minghao was stunned. “Er, hopefully yes.”

“Okay. Yile likes children too but don’t pressure her.” Yile’s sister paused to take a breath.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re a pretty decent guy so you have my blessing for now. Take good care of her! If I see her in tears or sad in any way, you’ll have me to answer to.”

“Yes Ma’am”

Yile’s POV:

Her phone pinged.

— Little mum:

Sis, I gave your Minghao your number. He’s got a good heart. You have my blessing.

— Minghao:

Hi Yile, this is Minghao from svt. I got your number from your sister. Wanna meet up sometime soon?

— Me:

Hi Minghao, I’m free this Thursday for breakfast. I know a place :)

— Minghao:

Sounds good! See you.

— Me:

p.s. Wear blue!

When Yile shut her phone off, Xinhui (who was hovering over her shoulder) leaped into the air.

“Omaigawsh, you scored yourself a date Yile!” Xinhui squealed.

Yile’s heart rate was through the roof. Yay, they were finally going to meet. But… Minghao used ‘meet up’. Were they meeting as friends or something more? Her mind ran through the possibilities.

“Do you want this to be a date?” Xinhui asked.

“Well yes, but I wouldn’t mind it being a friendly meet up either.”

“But you want this to be a date, don’t you?”

“Yes”

“Then ask some pointed questions. I’m pretty sure he likes you romantically but if the worst does happen, don’t worry too much about it. Doll yourself up, don’t do anything stupid and have a good time! Be yourself.”

Yile hugged Xinhui. “Thanks for being my hype man.”

“Always.”

[countrymusiclover]

47 - Proper Family Meeting

( gif belongs to respective owners, I don't own it )

Part 48

Gemini Runaway

Three updates in a day again and almost to 50 chapters I can't believe it 😁

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

It had been a few days since we had met the mysterious sister named Freya that claimed to be their long lost sibling. Rolling out of the bed early this morning I shrugged on one of Nik’s shirts and some ripped jeans. Walking down the stairs I saw Nik in the room with the girls. “Morning Rae, how did you sleep this time?”

“Still not good, unfortunately. I don’t know how but I can’t get her nightmares out of my mind.” Slumping my shoulders in a heavy huff I throw my head back still terrified to think that this mysterious woman would come after Hope.

Missy was playing with a chess piece sucking on it in her mouth when he rose to his feet taking it before she choked on the object. “I could attempt to sort of compel the nightmares away from you.”

“It wouldn’t work though. I am still part witch, remember. Regardless of you being an original hybrid.” I reminded him by raising a brow at him.

He set the chess piece down on the table taking my hands in his rubbing his thumbs over my palms. “Yes, that's true. But I am also your sire, Raelyn. You have to do whatever I say if I use the power. That is one more advantage of being a vampire.”

“But you won’t do it. I know you, Niklaus.” I pointed out tilting my head to the side.

“Grah!” We heard someone make a noise before we turned our heads and saw Alina with her hand raised up using her other hand to siphon Hope who was standing. The cheese piece that he had moved was floating into the air and dropped back into Missy’s lap seeing that she was about to cry.

Knitting my brows at them I glanced out the corner of my eyes to Nik. “Well that’s going to be a problem when they get older….sweetie no siphoning your sister - ugh!”

“Alina!” Nik raised his voice at his middle daughter when he watched me try to take the toy from Missy who whined. She grabbed my elbow, siphoning me where I drew my hand back.

Rubbing my elbow I looked back at him rising to my feet. “It’s okay, Nik. I’m fine. Now I know how it feels. We can let her keep it so long as she doesn’t choke on it.”

“She still shouldn’t hurt you or her sister’s for that matter.” He wraps his arms around my waist tugging me into his chest kissing me before whispering down to me. “I’ll snatch it from her when our three princesses are fast asleep, don't worry.”

Leaning up on my toes I kissed him slowly moving my arms around his neck. He leaned down bending his knees until I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. “We should get away from young minds if we keep this up. Don’t want to traumatize them.”

“Then we mustn’t waste another moment, Raelyn.” He vamped me back into our shared room with me landing on my back throwing my hair around before he kissed me again.

Running my hands up his chest I was seconds from ripping his shirt deepening the kiss until I heard Elijah calling our names from the other room. “Raelyn, Niklaus!”

“Ignore him. He’s just here to swindle tales of the fake sister I should trust.” He grumbled tilting my chin back to his when I glanced toward the door that was opened.

Shaking my head at him I agreed with him. I didn’t want to trust someone who could be toying with my mind throughout the night. “I’ve been thinking if we need to remind her that we don’t trust her. I could always do the flare for the dramatic like you do when you say I’m the Hybrid…cause it’s rather hot sometimes.”

“Ah, that's my girl. You’re finally seeing that you are a Queen fit for a King. And this city shall be ours forever.” He leans down, crashing his lips down onto mine feeling me smirk into the kiss.

Someone vamped into the doorway when he was about to tear my shirt and it was Elijah. “Brother, Raelyn. May we please talk before you make love throughout the entire compound.”

“Elijah, can’t you see we are busy!” I grumbled when Nik growled, flashing me the werewolf eyes where I kissed him tugging on the curls starting to make them a mess.

The original vampire spoke again. “I can see that, Raelyn. But I assumed you would wish to know that Rebekah is here and she needs help. The new body that she took over is now fighting back against her. So I have requested Freya’s help.”

“Brother, get out of here or I’ll dagger you!” Nik threatened him looking over his shoulder at his older brother.

The tux wearing vampire didn’t budge and said something that finally got our attention. “Freya is meeting her nieces.”

“What now!” Klaus and I both jumped up vamping past him and into the living room.

Raising my hand up I created a fireball in my hand with my fangs dropping down in my mouth stomping into the room halting in my tracks after what I saw before my eyes. “I’ll burn you if you don’t get your ass out of this house this instant…oh my gosh.”

Freya was down on her knees in front of our three girls. Missy was attempting to get to her feet beside her sister Hope. And Alina was playing with Freya’s long hair but untemanrly they were perfectly fine being with her like that. “I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist meeting them while Elijah went to go get you two. I could only sense one of your daughters' magic. So I am stunned that there are actually three of them.”

"Well don't get too attached. Now why exactly is she here Rebekah?' I crossed my arms over my chest putting out the flame in my hand.

She explains simply to me. "The witch is still fighting to regain their body. So that's why Elijah called her."

Klaus interrupts our conversation standing beside me throwing his hands up. "Have you lost your mind? Tell me we're not considering opening our sister's head to someone we barely know."

Rebekah shouted in frustration. "Nik, for God's sake, she is our sister. I've know it since she saved me from the fauline cottage."

"An act no doubt meant to secure your trust, perhaps for this very moment, to strike when we are vulnerable." Rebekah scowls at Klaus, but he shakes his head. "No. We've no way to prove that anything she said today is true."

Elijah sighs. "Niklaus, I understand your concern. Both of us are powerless to help our sister. Now either we leave Rebekah to suffer, or we place our faith in the hands of someone I believe to be our blood. Right now, I'm inclined to give the benefit of the doubt to family."

"You needn't worry. Elijah explained the problem, and I can help.' Freya got to her feet.

Nik mutters loudly 'Rather confident, aren't we?"

Freya turns to look at him, partly amused and partly confused. "The spirit of the host body is powerful, but I can cast a spell, .. put you in a deep sleep, and then suppress this other essence. You'll be just fine."

Rebekah was nervous and I could hear her heartbeat inside her chest. "Lovely. When do we start?"

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. She spouts off some magical diagnosis, and we are all supposed to applaud." Nik sat down at the bar pouring me and himself a glass of blood throwing his head back with a grumbling breath.

Rebekah was annoyed at him. "Nik, she's trying to help."

"Yes, but for the sake of keeping our options open, why not write down your spells and incantations? That way, we can have them double-checked by an impartial third party, say Davina. She'd love to prove me wrong." Nik slammed his glass down on the counter top raising his voice towards her. "I'd rather trust Raelyn than any other bloody witch on this entire earth because I have seen her magic!"

Freya eyes me clearly offended. "I doubt she would understand my magic, let alone have the power to execute it."

"Debatable I think not!" Nik raised his tone towards her. "She's the strongest witch I have ever seen."

Gripping the glass in my hand I was tempted to shatter it completely. "I can handle more power then you have ever seen, Freya. I dropped all the Originals on their knees. I consumed your mother Esther’s dark magic and didn't die. I put a hex curse on a werewolf's mother. My uncle wanted me to become the leader of our Coven and I didn't die when I consumed his power. Finally I am searching for a way to stop my Coven curse where twins compete in a battle of magical strength. Regardless, the thing you need to know is ... .I'm the Heretic and you can't KILL ME!"

"Bloody hell, siphon queen." Nik mumbled under his breath struggling to not throw her over his shoulder and ravish her right then. He had never been so turned on in his immortal life.

Freya walked over to me where I downed the blood in my glass striding up until we were pressed up against one another. "Regardless of how powerful you haven’t faced Dahlia, Raelyn. I have been raised by her and I am the only one here who can help Rebekah this instant. We can't afford for you or Niklaus to need to tend to one of your children during a spell."

Nik shook his head mockingly sitting back down at the bar. "Oh. So you're our only hope then? Seems rather convenient, doesn't it?"

"I knew it would be difficult to win your trust, Niklaus. Your reputation precedes you…" Nik smiles mockingly at her as she stands and walks toward him. "But if we are to face Dahlia together, you will have to trust me. Given the peril that Rebekah now faces, are you truly incapable of giving me even a chance to prove myself?"

Striding back over to Nik he poured me more blood tugging me up into his lap nuzzling his nose into my neck leaving kisses making me lean and moan into his scent. "Shall we leave the easily swayed alone so I have my way heretic fiancée."

"You are rather tempting but if we left them alone she might snatch our daughters and take them to this Dahlia woman." I draped my arms around his neck kissing him passionately then breaking the kiss showing my fangs to the stranger in our house.

"I know I appear as an outsider, but I have dreamt of you all for a thousand years." Rebekah and Elijah look at each other before turning back to Freya. "Elijah, when you were in Esther's womb, she would ask me to sing to you. I would feel her belly as I did. Heh. How you would kick. She would say, "it was as if Thor himself had raised his hammer"..."

Elijah finishes her sentence. " .. "And summoned thunder and lightning." Mother rarely mentioned you. When she did, she would say how enchanted you were by the prospect of my birth."

Freya grinned at the pair. "How I wanted more brothers and a sister more than anything, but between Esther and Dahlia, that wish was taken from me. I was ruined by those who raised me. If nothing else, at least we have that in common. There is nothing that can replace what was taken from us, but I hope we can make something better in its place. All you have to do is trust me."

Nik vamp-speeds over to her and breaks her neck. Rebekah tries to intervene, but she wasn't fast enough. "Nik!"

He smirks vamping back to me draping an arm over my shoulder, whispering the last part in my ear. "Well, that's enough of that, don't you think? Right. Now we can have a proper family meeting….no one is anything like you. You are the most badass and hottest witch ever, Raelyn." I leaned into his embrace eyeing Freya's unconscious body while we waited for her to supposedly come back to life.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[theforestghost]

Okay so I gave this a try with Animated MegOP!

Megatron looked himself over in the mirror one last time. While he was far from a certain seeker in terms of vanity, even he preferred to be well groomed. And this cycle he certainly was; armor polished to a shine and clean of any debris and paint done carefully across his plating. The paint was done up in gladiator style but the pigments far brighter and details done much nicer than anything he had done in the pits. Once satisfied with his appearance, Megatron turned away and went to pick up a bouquet of crystal flora.

Natural fauna on Cybertron was rare, most lost over time to war, industrialization and carelessness. Now most were cultivated in special warehouses and sold to those with enough credits to decorate their towers with them. Of course to Megatron purchasing a bouquet of such rarities was simple and Swindle had made sure that the quality was top tier. The delicate petals were translucent and gave off a blue hue on their own and a rainbow of purples and blues in the right light. They were beautiful and extremely delicate that Megatron had them wrapped with a dense organic mesh to keep his thick digits from breaking them. Megatron left the room, meeting Strika outside the hall who stared at him with a hard optic. Shockwave stood behind her, his single optic locked to the bouquet in his servos.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” Strika commented. They began to make their way down the too small hall, careful to not knock into the decor along it. “You despise gatherings like this.”

“I do, but there is something I am looking forward to.” Megatron mused.

“Something, or some mech?” Strika asked, gesturing towards the bouquet. Megatron gave her a smug smirk.

“My Lord, may I ask, that bouquet…?” Shockwave asked.

“Oh, this?” Megatron held it up carefully. “A surprise.”

Shockwave said nothing but silently hoped that his lord knew what he was doing.

The group finally came to a large door where a door mech introduced them. Stepping inside, the Decepticons were greeted with a large room with high vaulted ceilings dripping in crystals and gold. Numerous Autobots littered the room, speaking with each other, drinking and mingling. Each one was well polished, covered in gems and paint that looked just as gaudy as Megatron remembered from before the war. 

Ultra Magnus approached Megatron first, greeting him respectfully with two Primes flanking him. Unlike others, Ultra Magnus only had a military shine, as did the other two. Paint was meant for high caste mechs, not military mechs. Even the Magnus was not exempt from that. Which was exactly why the gladiators had picked up the tradition to paint their armor, to spite the high castes who had kept such a thing to themselves. It had been sloppy and cheaply done but it had been very effective. 

“It has been some time since I have seen you with such an appearance.” Ultra Magnus said once all greetings were done. 

“This is a special occasion.” Megatron said, eyeing the red and blue Prime to the Magnus’ left.

Optimus Prime caught his optic and Megatron smiled as he quickly looked away sheepishly.

“It seems to be.” Ultra Magnus said, optics focused on the flora in his servos. “I can assume that these are a gift to a mech here?”

“Of course.” Megatron said, turning to Optimus and bowing politely as he offered the bouquet to him. “To the mech who made all of this possible and brought all of Cybertron’s scattered children together.”

Megatron’s words filled the entire room, all optics focused on them as he offered the bouquet to Optimus. The mech was staring at him, optics wide open as he stared at Megatron in disbelief. The warlord watched him with an expectant smile which wavered just slightly as Optimus hesitated to take the bouquet. Was this not a good gift? Was it not good enough? Megatron may not know Autobot etiquette but he certainly didn’t see how this could be offensive. Optimus also didn’t seem upset, just confused and if his flushed faceplate said anything, embarrassed. 

After what felt like kliks, Optimus reached out his servos and carefully took the bouquet which was quite large in his grasp, covering his chassis. Megatron purred as he saw Optimus’ shy expression from behind the crystal flora and stood up straight. Optimus held it securely, finials moving rapidly.

After polite conversation, Ultra Magnus made an excuse to move on. Megatron bid them goodbye with a last nod to Optimus before Shockwave caught his attention. Ultra Magnus led the Prime to the side of the building and Optimus followed obediently, his processor still reeling over what had happened. When Magnus stopped and cleared his intake, Optimus finally looked up at his leader who was watching him with a stressed expression.

“Optimus, please explain to me your relationship with Megatron?” Ultra Magnus asked, servos clenched.

Optimus warbled out static in response.

On the other side of the gathering, Shockwave had gotten Megatron into an equally secluded corner with Strika on their heels. Glaring at any Autobot in audial shot to clear out, he turned to Megatron who did not seem entertained at Shockwave’s pushiness.

“My Lord, are you aware of what you just did?” Shockwave asked softly.

“I gave Optimus an amazing gift.” Megatron said easily. He tried looking over his shoulder to spot the mech but could not find him.

Shockwave let out an ex-vent, audials flat. “While yes you did give him a gift that he would never have gotten on his own, you fail to understand the meaning of said gift.” Shockwave said. When Megatron gave him a stare, Shockwave continued. “In Autobot society, you gift a single crystal flora to request courtship. If the other party accepts the flora, the courtship begins. You give a bouquet of crystal flora to request bonding. And if the other accepts…”

Megatron stared at Shockwave for several nano-kliks before he finally ex-vented. “I proposed bonding to Optimus.” He stated.

“Yes.” Shockwave said.

“And he accepted it.” Megatron added.

“Yes.” Shockwave confirmed.

Megatron accepted the engex Strika handed him and downed it in one gulp. “That was not my intention.”

“And let us hope that Optimus Prime will realize that as well. Autobot traditions are not well known amongst Decepticons and I am only knowledgeable due to my time hidden within their society,” Shockwave replied. “He most likely accepted the gift to help you save face. I would suggest speaking with him later this night cycle.”

“I don’t see the problem, didn’t you want to start courting the little mech?” Strika asked, getting another engex for herself.

“Yes, but not like this.” Megatron stated. “I intended to do it privately out of respect for Optimus.”

“Except you proposed bonding in front of not only his leader but also the entire upper caste of Autobot Society.” Strika said with a teasing smirk.

Megatron groaned. “I need to fix this before it becomes a larger problem.”

“Then I would suggest doing it quickly.” Shockwave suggested.

Megatron left the two to find Optimus and Strika looked at Shockwave. “You knew before we got here what that bouquet was.” Strika said.

“I did.” Shockwave stated, “Maybe now Lord Megatron will stop procrastinating on courting Optimus Prime.”

“Sneaky mech.” Strika whistled. “I didn’t know you cared.”

“I care about my Lord being focused on peace talks and not on his poetry.” Shockwave scoffed.

“Whatever you say.” Strika said. From the corner of her optic she saw Megatron guide Optimus to a private room. Well that certainly wouldn’t bring up any more rumors.

Inside the first vacant room he could find Megatron showed Optimus to a plush couch and sat beside him, close enough that if he stretched his leg out enough, he could touch Optimus. The smaller mech was still holding the bouquet as if it was the most precious thing in the world. Far gentler than what Megatron had seen before, even when the Prime was holding the All Spark or when holding that human sparkling in his team. Megatron wanted to reach out and stroke that cheekplate, to hold him carefully.

“Optimus, I must speak with you about the bouquet.” Megatron said carefully. 

Optimus lowered it slightly and turned to focus on Megatron. “You didn’t know its meaning?” He asked with a tilt of his helm.

“I am ashamed to admit my ignorance on this.” Megatron felt awkward about this entire situation. Optimus let out a soft chuckle which completely threw Megatron off and the warlord looked down at the smaller mech, seeming offended. “I am currently stressed about this and you are laughing?”

“I may have been caught off guard but I guessed you didn’t understand the meaning of this gift.” Optimus said. “I also know that if you really did want to give me this gift with full understanding, you would not do it in front of the entire Elite Guard, the upper caste and Ultra Magnus.”

“I would never put that pressure on you.” Megatron said quickly.

“I know.” Optimus smiled sweetly, his field fluttering. He carefully touched a crystal petal and they clinked together melodically. “Can I still keep these?” 

“Of course!” Megatron said. “They were a gift I chose for you. Even if there were some misunderstandings.”

Optimus nodded and clinked them together again, his audial fins flickering happily. Megatron watched him, enraptured by their movement and the happiness of the mech sitting beside him. He reached out but stopped when Optimus turned his attention towards him again. Optimus met his optics and then leaned in closer, letting his cheekplate rest against the much larger servo and Megatron felt himself relax as he cupped Optimus’s helm. 

“Can I take this as a sign you want to court me?” Optimus asked, placing his servo on the back of Megatron’s.

“Only if that is what you wish.” Megatron said.

Optimus placed the bouquet down on the table and leaned closer to Megatron. “I want to.” He said with a shy smile.

Megatron purred and held Optimus’ helm with both servos as he leaned down to kiss him. Optimus met the kiss, his engines revving as he was pulled onto Megatron’s lap. Megatron held him tight, caging Optimus against his chassis. He had his little Prime now and he had no intention of letting him go.

Accidental proposal / courtship but it's Megatron accidentally / unknowingly proposing to Optimus

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Oh i just had the best idea ever..

Mc is actually a demon who's friends with Mammon, and knows how bad the taunting and bullying can get with the brothers. Cue mc letting Mammon stay the night(or a day or two) to let this big argument blow over because they know he sees their place as a safe space for him❤️

sorry abt the wait on this lil one shot anon, I hope this is the right amout of hurt/comfort and fluff you wanted

Birds of a Feather

Warnings: gender neutral reader, theft, physical abuse mention, implied that reader is some other bird demon like Mams

words: 800+

the sound of a caw awoke you. rubbing the sleep from your eyes you stumbled up from your bed, taking a peek out of your window. a single crow was perched outside your window. the bird looked at you for a moment, cawing once more before flying off.

you reached your hands above your head to stretch, wandering into your living room to clean off your couch and take out any trash. you needed to prepare for a visiter.

the pounding on your door caused you to jump. placing your lap top down, you unlocked the door and opened it, dragging the demon inside before he could speak.

"h-hey! oi don't tug on me!" Mammon protested, but he followed you anyway, letting you shut the door behind him.

"when was the last time you ate?" you immediately began walking to your kitchen, the demon hot on your heels.

"uhh, like maybe breakfast yesterday?" he pondered, having forgotten his own hunger in his rush to escape his home.

"blood and darkness! Luci didn't let you eat today either?" you growled, already pulling the cup noodles from your pantry and opening it.

"...nope." Mammon was quiet, uncharacteristically so. upon filling the cup with water and popping it in the microwave you turned back to your companion.

Mammon's eyes were trained on the ground, his hands in his pockets. tightening your jaw you took a deep breath, being angry right now won't help. you need to just, be calm, be safe.

"how're you feeling?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. his blue eyes rose to yours, the pools reflecting gold in the lighting.

"like shit." he responded. you raised your other hand slowly, placing it on his cheek. Mammon's eyes fell again, unable to meet your gaze.

"lets get you some food. do you wanna talk about it?" gently you rubbed your thumb over the apple of his cheek. Mammon sighed, leaning into your hand. it was all a rush when suddenly you had the demon in your arms.

Mammon buried his face in your shoulder, arms like a vice around your middle. you cooed to him softly, whispering small words of encouragement into his hair. "you're safe here." "everything's okay." "you did well." "I'm proud of you."

a broken sob was muffled as the arms holding you shook. continuing to shush him softly, you began to hum. the song was soft, something your mother used to sing for you as a fledgling.

Mammon pulled away as the microwave continued beeping. the smell of the cheap ramen filling the small apartment and reminding him just how hungry he truly was.

once Mammon and yourself were fed the pair of you sat down on your couch as he spilled the scenario to you. in an attempt to stop stealing things from his brothers Mammon had instead swindled and stolen a variety of things from a local store, with the intention of selling them. word of this plain made its way to Lucifer, who, displeased, banned Mammon from lunch.

that evening the full extent of the plain is discovered by his brothers, all of whom continued to call him a "scumbag" and all other manor of their usual insults, and Lucifer not only forces Mammon to return and pay for the stolen items but strings him upside down from the ceiling again in cursed chains.

Mammon wasn't able to escape until morning, when the others had left for RAD.

"you spent the whole night like that?!" you shrieked.

"yeah... couldn't feel my toes." he nods.

"...I'm proud of you for getting out of there and coming to me Mammon." you began. "your bothers punishments are cruel and out of line."

Mammon just shook his head.

"nothin' I can do 'bout it." there was no sound of hope in his voice.

"don't go back." you offered. he glanced over at you in surprise.

"yah! I can't do that forever. yaknow that." leaning his head back Mammon ran his hands over his face, his many rings glinting in the low light.

"maybe not forever, but for a while." you offered, watching your companion gently. "stay with me as long as you like Mammon."

"yer to good to me. to nice ta someone like me." your heart ached at his words.

"hey, you sound tired. lets get you to bed." standing you tugged the Demon by his wrist as he groaned. Mammon followed you quietly muttering his protests but never actually moving away.

after changing him into some of the casual clothes he'd abandoned at your place before, you shoved the demon down onto your bed.

"hey! I can just camp on yer couch. don't wanna take yer bed-"

"nope. you are sleeping here. you deserve it. and besides, its not like we haven't slept in the same bed before." you teased, brushing some of the hair out of his eyes.

Mammon's face was warm but he only grumbled in protests further, scooting over so you can crawl under the covers with him.

once you were settled you reached over to your companion, tugging him closer until his head rested on your chest. Mammon's limbs felt stiff and heavy from last night but somehow the warmth enveloping him relaxed him. your hand scratching along his scalp while the other rubbed up and down his back soothed him into a much needed slumber.

[mimi-ya]

coward ~ portgas d. ace x reader

3,000 words | f!body | nsfw

summary: your life was simple, and you were okay with that

a/n: @athenaportgas my ace queen, i hope you have as much reading as i did writing! and that it gets the stamp of athena approval!

masterlist

Dawn Island was not much.

You’ve never left the island. Never really considered it. You were born here and would probably die here, just like your parents, and grandparents, great grandparents, and so on and so forth.

But you didn’t mind the small island life, too much that is.

Makino was at home resting, morning sickness getting the best of her lately.

You’d manage just fine, the bar was kind of slow anyway. A nasty storm had passed through the other day, meaning no one new had port at the docks yet, and most of the community were at home trying to salvage their damaged roofs or flooded carpet.

You were stacking cups when you heard the door swing open, loud steps echoing in the empty bar, the last occupant having left almost an hour ago.

“I’ll be with you in a minute!” You call over your shoulder, throwing the rag into sink, before turning back to the bar, “What can I get for-” You trail off, jaw dropping to the floor.

A signature smirk splitting his face, “And here I was enjoying the view.”

“Ace?” You come round from behind the bar, not trusting your eyes for what’s in front of you.

“As I live and breathe.” He answers, arms stretched out.

“Holy shit!” You run into his waiting arms, a bright smile and laughter on your lips. He catches you with ease, lifting you off your toes. You can barely wrap your arms around his torso, his body unnaturally warm.

“It’s been a while, (Y/N).”

And it has been. Almost three years since you last saw Portgas D. Ace when he left Dawn Island on a boat that could barely float.

He had been a fixture in your adolescence, trailing after Luffy who was trailing after Makino whenever the duo would find their way into town.

Eventually Ace started ditching Luffy, opting to spend time at the bar trying to swindle Makino out of a drink. After many failed attempts he realized she wouldn’t be serving him, he set his sights on you.

You had just started bussing tables and helping serve drinks and were definitely not looking to get canned within the first month for him, much to Ace’s displeasure. But that never stopped the constant flirting and charm he would lay on you. You suppose he just never gave up until the day he escaped here.

“Can I finally get a drink, or is Makino gonna stop me?”

“Lucky for you, it’s just me today.”

“Oh really?” He raises a brow, and his tone sending a shiver down your spine.

“First one’s on the house.” You smile, returning behind the bar to pull out two glasses. You usually don’t drink on the clock, but with Ace back in town, it’d be a crime not to celebrate.

A few drinks and many laughs later, both you and Ace had your heads pressed against the bar top. You’d never dare if you hadn’t just wiped down the counters yourself.

Ace smiles at you with hooded eyes, “You don’t belong here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, your cheek smushed against the bar.

“You’re too good for this place.”

You roll your eyes, sitting from your spot to go around the bar, “No wonder Makino never gave you any drinks. You turn into a sap.” Collecting the glasses, you turn around to start scrubbing out the sticky and dry ale.

“I mean it!” Ace all but yells, “You should be out there!”

Your shoulders tense, ignoring his words. They’re starting to sound like the one’s in your head you’ve been so good at pushing down your whole life, “I’m perfectly content right where I am.”

“That’s bullshit! You belong on the sea!”

Your fingers dig into your palm right through the rag, bitterness seeping into your words, “Yeah, well not all of us can just run off and become a pirate.”

“But you could! I’m sure Pops wouldn’t mind one more crew member! Shit, he’s already heard so much about you. And you can meet the rest of the crew, they’re gonna love you! And you can help annoy Marco with me and-”

“That’s enough!” You scream, slamming the glass so hard it shatters, “For fuck’s sake, Ace!” Spinning around to meet his shocked stare, “Not everyone is like you and Luffy! We can’t just take off to the Grand Line without a care in the world!” Your chest is heavy with every breath you take.

Ace just gives you a once over, “I didn’t expect you to be a such coward.”

A gasp escapes your lips, “I’m not a coward!”

He jumps the bar, standing so close to you in the small space, a smirk splitting his face. “Then what are you so afraid of?”

You glare at the wall behind him, “I’m not a coward because I don’t want to be a pirate.” You spit the word like some insult.

But Ace just takes it in stride, hands falling to the counter behind you and caging you in, “You used to eye those pirates who’d come to town with such wonder. Like you had a schoolgirl crush on them.”

“Pfft.” Arms crossed, “As if I’d ever be with a pirate.”

Ace doesn’t give anything away, “But you wanted to be like them.” He leans in closer, lips against your ear, “Going where you want, taking what you want, fucking who you want.”

“You’re such a pig!” You slap his bare chest, momentarily realizing you finally got your fingers on his hard planes of muscles.

Ace backs up against the other side of the bar with a crooked smile, “Nah, just a pirate.”

You huff, crossing your arms again and looking at the ground.

“Hey.” Your eyes meet his, “Tell me what it is.”

It’s the sincerity in his voice and stare that makes you spill, letting out the thoughts you’ve kept locked away for so many years, “Weren’t you afraid you’d fail?”

“’Course I was.” He answers easily.

“I’m serious!”

“And so am I!” Ace shoots back, “You think I wasn’t worried about disappointing Luffy? Or that I’d get cut down before even leaving the East Blue?” You just shrug, “But if I risked that and made it?” Ace’s shoulders fall back and a grin stretches onto his face, “It’s been everything I hoped and dreamed of.”

You’re staring at Ace hungrily, a pit of jealously filling your stomach at the look on his face. God, you want to feel that, you want to become that. The way his energy crackles with electricity. The gait in his step you can only get from surviving a bloodied battle on the seas. That look of wonder of someone who’s see more of the world than most but knows there’s still so much more to be discovered.

“I,” You trail off, “I can’t.”

“You can.” He says earnestly, grabbing hold of your hands, “I can show you, take you all over the Grand Line, and I’ll make sure you see it all.”

“You’d stick with me the whole way?”

Ace scoffs, “You’ve had me since the day I first saw you in this bar.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head, “I have?”

Ace rubs the back of his neck, face turning bright read, “Luffy never said anything?” You just shake your head, still in shock, “Well shit.” He laughs.

You take a step forward, fingertips running along the red spheres tied his neck, “Promise?”

The crooked grin returns to his face, “I’ll be the big bad pirate looking out for you.”

You roll your eyes at his jest, but appreciatively drink in his wide and naked chest, the thick arms with letters engraved on the side, his taught stomach wit shorts hanging dangerously low. “I’d say.” You tease back, “Not the scrawny teen I remember.”

Ace pouts, “I was never scrawny.”

“Pfft, whatever you sa-ahh!” Your sentence cuts off with a scream when your toes lift off the ground, hands gripping under your thighs as your ass hits the bar behind you with glasses tinkling from the disruption.

He wags his eyebrows, “And I’m still not.”

You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, a little afraid you’re going to slip but also enjoying the way your hips burn with the stretch to accommodate him. It’s been way too long since the last cute person wandered into town, forcing you to find satisfaction on your own.

“Is this where you give me a taste of what life on the Grand Line is like.” Your fingers pull on his necklace, bringing him closer, “What was it you said?” A finger taps your chin, “Going wherever, taking whatever, and fucking whoever?”

Ace meets your banter with a deliciously slow roll of his hips, “You tell me. It’s your first day as pirate after all. You gonna take what you want?”

Your eyes search his stare, flicking to and from his lips, back to see his eyes that are now focused on your mouth. Which makes it an easy decision to press your lips to his, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck.

You get a brief moment of control, nipping at his bottom lip. But then he releases your thighs, making you tighten your grip, and one of his hands flies to your back, the other cupping your jaw as he deepens your kiss and pulls you tight against his body. After a bruising kiss, Ace pulls back, “First lesson, pirates fight have to fight for what they want.”

He attacks your neck first, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. Your hands fly to his hair as he makes up for it with a gentle lave of the tongue before repeating the process up and down your throat.

“Ace.” It comes out more as a moan, one of your hands flying to the edge of the counter to steady yourself, “Someone might come in.”

He pulls back from your neck with that devilish smile, “Then I’ll just have to be quick.”

A squeak escapes you as he wastes no time falling to his knees and pulling your legs apart and burying his face in your cloth covered cunt, “Ace!”

“C’mon.” He whines, nipping at your exposed thigh, “A true pirate wouldn’t care.”

You chew on your lip, eyes flicking to the door and back. It’s not like anyone can see Ace behind the bar even if they were to come in. Without being able to double guess yourself, you jump off the counter to pull your shorts and undergarments down in one swoop, meeting Ace’s grin with one of your own.

“That’s what I like to see.” And then his face disappears between your legs as he wastes no time licking a stripe right along your slit.

“Oh fuck.” You exhale, hand flying to his head, pushing aside that ugly orange hat of his and digging your fingers into his hair. Ace hums throwing one of your thighs over his shoulder and his hand wrapping around the other.

He’s got you spread and at his mercy as his tongue reaches in you, nose brushing at your clit with every thrust of his tongue. It’s a positively sinful scrape of teeth that has you rolling your hips against his face, trying to take what you need.

Ace moans, sucking your clit into his mouth with a flick of his tongue before releasing it with a smack of lips, “So good for me.” He mutters before going back for another taste, all while groaning in appreciation at your sweet and tangy flavor.

You notice that he eats pussy just as messily as he eats anything else. Wetness smeared on the inside of your thighs, and you’re sure his face must be drenched at this point.

The coil in you is winding tighter and tighter, building to something beautifully intense. His name repeatedly leaving your lips, “Ace, I think I’m gonna cum.” You cry with a foot digging into his back.

The waves are about to crash over you as you feel yourself on the edge. God, if he would just fill you with something, anything at this point. But instead, he pulls back, that infuriating smirk on his face.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You could cry with how close you were, legs desperately trying to pull him back in. But then a yelp escapes your lips when there’s a brief sensation of heat right where his hands a gripping you. “The fuck!” Quickly pushing him away, hard enough that he falls back against the bar with a laugh, his eyes racking over you.

And you’re quite the sight, chest heaving with little bite marks forming along your neck and on the sweet spots of your thighs. So bare and open for him from the waist down.

But Ace just shrugs, a challenging glint in his eye, “You gotta fight for it.”

Your lips snarl, and you have half a mind to walk out right then and there. But you’re just as wanting as he is, if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by that is.

Ace is all grins when you crouch down in front of him, quick fingers unbuckling his belt and tugging at his pants. He lets you do all the work of working him out of his pants, barely even lifting his ass. The smug bastard can see how desperate you are when you line yourself up over his weeping cock with you own slick drooling as you drag yourself along his shaft.

“Atta girl.” Ace breaths, watching as you impale yourself on him, eyes not once leaving where he’s slowly being buried in your cunt.

“Fuck.” You mutter, feeling him pressing deep and snugly at your furthest point, all while it feels like you’re being split in half. You’re not even sure how it’s possible your hips meet, that you were able to take all of him in one go. A whisper of comfort comes from him while he pets your cheek, trying to quiet your whimpers. But it’s too overwhelming.

“C’mon, that can’t be all you’ve got.” Ace whispers in your ear, nipping at a sensitive spot on your neck. Your hips involuntary rock forward, eliciting a gasp when your clit rubs against his pelvis.

You try to recreate the movement, but it just doesn’t hit the same. Frustrated, your eyes snap to his, “Is that all you’ve got?”

Ace raises a brow, but you just meet his challenged stare with your own defiant one.

A moment later his face splits with a grin, “Alright, but you asked for it.”

A snarky comment is on the tip of your tongue, but not a second sooner is his mouth devouring yours while you’ve been flipped to your back. His hot and thick body pressing into yours and the angle of his cock rubbing against that little spot that has you seeing stars.

His pace is quicker than anything you would have been able to pull off, so you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on as he uses your body for his pleasure.

And he’s ruthless about it, wrapping your legs around his waist and lifting your ass off the sticky bar floor to wreck your tight cunt. Dragging his teeth down your neck, pulling the neckline of your shirt aside so he can get his lips on the tits that have been the stars of his fantasies for many years.

“Ace!” You all but scream when he bites at one of your nipples. There are tears forming in your eyes, being on the tip once again, and god, he better not take this away from you again.

He notices when your movements become a little more desperate, a little sloppier. One of his hands wraps around your shoulders, the other under your ass and he rises to his knees while never stopping his brutal pace.

“That’s it, c’mon, cum for me.” He moans into your shoulder when your fingers dig into his back, undoubtedly leaving little scratches in his skin. And it’s a jarring feeling for you to be solely held up by his strength, to be at his will and mercy.

Fingers scrape up his back to bury in his hair, and you use the opportunity to tug his face towards yours trying to find his lips with your wanting mouth. And then you feel one of his hands sneak around to your clit, running tight circles around the bud with fingers so hot you think you might combust.

He cries out your name when you start to convulse around him, trying to pull you as close as possible while burning you from the inside out when he lets his own pleasure wash over, filling you to the brim with an unnatural warmth you’ve never experienced before.

And his name is a prayer leaving your lips over and over, the aftershocks jolting through you like pleasant waves crashing on a beach.

“Shit.” Ace groans, pulling out from you with a moan as he eases you back on the ground, but you’re too fucked out to really notice, even when he grabs a cloth to wipe down between your legs.

“Mhmmm.” Your eyes flutter closed, “Such a gentlemen.”

Ace grins, peppering kisses along your cheeks, “Thought I lost you there.”

“Not quite.” You answer with a smile and giggle when his lips tickle, “So, pirate expert, how’d I do?”

“Not bad for your first day, but we’ll get you there before you meet the rest of the crew.” He teases, nipping at the underside of your jaw.

“Think they’ll let me join just cause you say so?”

“You help me with this mission I’m on, and they’ll be singing your praise before we even step foot on the Moby Dick.”

His grin is infectious, and the twinkle in his eye stirs excitement in you that you’ve worked so hard to pretend you never needed, “Alright, when do we leave?”

[crab-instruments]

Lock and Key Part 1

Master Part 2>

Lost and Found Part 1 (first part of the series)

Pairing: Silco x GN Reader

Summary: After stumbling into a job with Silco as your new boss, you seek to prove yourself worthy to the Kingpin. Shenanigans ensue. As your relationship grows, so do the feelings you deny.

Warnings: none

a/n: I was going to post this on my birthday, but I have rewritten this 5 hundred times. I'm not even sure if this is the beginning I'm going to stick with. I love this scene that I thought of, but idk what I'm doing

The only sound that could be heard was the tiny clicks from your lock picking tools jingling in the deadbolt. It took mere seconds to solve, the tumblers falling into place and turning smoothly. You twisted the doorknob carefully, slipping inside before closing the door again.

Once you had broken into this office while drunk looking for a sandwich. Now you were doing it with a purpose. It was the middle of the night, similar in time frame as before. Everyone should be asleep, specifically, Silco should not be in his office. You silently closed the door, making as little sound as you could. One, two, three steps in and you were on your way to the desk.

“I was unaware we had a meeting.”

“HOLY SHIT—” the sound of Silco’s voice at a normal volume caused you to take a step back, but you wobbled, and your world was flipped over. Some objects around the office shook but once everything settled, you huffed a breath and closed your eyes for a moment. The floor under your back was cold and a little uncomfortable.

“What are you doing.” Silco had a way of asking questions that sounded more like commands. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was going about his business as if you didn’t just make friends with the floor of his office.

“I’m… admiring the interior decorating of your office. Have you ever considered crown molding?”

“No.”

“Good, I don’t think it would fit the aesthetic you have going on here.” You waved your arm to gesture towards ‘going on here’ but otherwise, stayed where you were, eye on the ceiling.

“Oh? And what would you suggest?”

Now this was new. He never humored you for long, if at all, in your stalling. You sat up and thought about it before responding. “Maybe—”

“What are you doing breaking into my office at this hour?” There it is.

You rolled to your feet before standing a few feet from his desk. “Okay, so—”

“Keep it concise.”

“But I didn’t—!”

“Concise.” You entered into a staring contest with the man, but you backed down with a sigh. He was right, after all. Since you were hired and got more comfortable as whatever the hell you were, your anxiety manifested in winding stories instead of stuttering.

“The auction house plan that’s supposed to happen a few days from now?”

“Yes, what about it?”

You began a slow pace in front of his desk, Silco only slightly following with his head. “Okay, I know you said to let it go, but I swearthat Clown Bastard’s version of the blueprint—”

“Clown Bastard?” Silco had a tiny smirk on his face, you thought (or hoped) he found your mannerisms and word choice charming sometimes.

“The guy who gave you the blueprints. I forgot what his name was.”

“Hank.”

You abruptly stopped and faced Silco, who definitely was smirking now at your incredulous face. “No way. His name is not Hank. I would remember that.” Silco’s expression did not change. “Oh, my g—how did I forget a name like Hank?” You shook your head violently before continuing. “Anyway. The blueprints he gave were doctored. I didn’t have proof, but I couldn’t just stand by and watch the guy swindle you. So, I…” you gestured vaguely with your arms, “brokeintohisplace. BUT I was right! I found the original blueprints to that auction house.”

You opened the document tube you had attached to your leg and offered the papers to Silco. “So, if you look—”

Silco grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm closer to his face, examining it. The smirk from before fell into a frown and his eyes narrowed. “You’re hurt.”

You couldn’t stop the involuntary intake of air, worried what would come after already disobeying orders. “I fell.” Silco said nothing, waiting. “I fell… down… a scaffolding.” His eyes went wide for a brief second before he controlled his expression. “I wasn’t caught! No one saw me. Mainly because I fell down the scaffolding BUT no one saw me. And I’m totally fine.” You gave a sheepish grin, but he was unamused. Sighing, he let go of your wrist and took the papers.

“How exactly did you know he was lying?” Silco ran a hand through his hair before putting all his focus on the papers.

“Huey—”

“Hank.”

“—has a tell. I was reading about them and how to figure out when someone’s lying, and this guy was basically broadcasting it. He’d rub his nose every time he talking about the blueprints. Also, if you look at the original blueprints, you can tell an amateur copied them, it’s not even to scale.”

Silco looked at you with a raised eyebrow before muttering something along the lines of ‘not even to scale’ while studying the blueprints. An awkward silence settled between the two of you, one you couldn’t allow to stay for very long.

“…Sir? I know you said to let it go and I disobeyed your order—”

“Are you so sure you did?” He didn’t make eye contact as he spoke, full focus on the papers in front of him.

“…What? But you said—”

“I knew he was lying and was going to handle it silently but then you brought it to my attention, unprompted. You showed you were not only paying attention but actively looking out, I was impressed to say the least. I told you to let it go, you, who never let’s anything go until the puzzle is solved, knowing full well you wouldn’t. I was curious how far you would take it.”

“…this was a test.”

“Of sorts, yes.”

“Did I pass?”

Silco made eye contact, thinking about what he would say next, but it also looked like he wanted to hit you with the blueprints. He sighed and stood up, “I’m sure I will hear if you were seen but for now, I assume you acquired the blueprints with your dignity intact—barely. Yes, you ‘passed.’”

You did a silent triumphant dance.

“However, I will be putting you on desk duty until you are fully healed. You’ll also need more combat training, aerobatics, something to protect yourself with in case you encounter any more… scaffoldings.”

You shifted your weight. Still new to this job by a few weeks, Silco seemed to care more than you expected. Your impression of him was he only cared about a select few: Jinx and Sevika. It was a pleasant surprise to have that feeling shattered, but other grunts really… didn’t receive this type of treatment. It was hard to reconcile the Silco you had in your head, one that would have killed you for breathing the same air as him, and the one in front of you, who pushed you to be better. You would hesitate to say he trusted you but the way he played along with your antics made it seem like a possibility.

“Yes, sir. Silco, sir.” He made a face, one you had seen since the first time you met him. You gave a curt, awkward bow, something you kept doing almost as a joke at this point. You were almost out the door before you stopped.

“What is it?” He still stood by his desk, watching you hesitate.

“I found something else while I was looking for the blueprints, but I was hoping…”

Silco’s eyes narrowed before a look of unamusement took over his expression. “You’ve been reading the magic trick book again, haven’t you?”

“I’ve been practicing so I wanted to—”

“No, just give me whatever—”

“Please?”

The man looked so tired and worn down at this very early hour. He mumbled something about ‘puppies eyes that both you and Jinx manipulated him with’ while rubbing the tired away from his face. “Fine, make it quick. One chance this time.”

“YES. Okay,” you walked over to him and showed that your left hand was bare, twisting it so both sides were seen, “oh wait. Let me just—” you put your right hand on Silco’s shoulder, and he stiffened. With your left, you barely touched the side of his ear, following the shape, before bringing the pen you were hiding in front of Silco’s face. You couldn’t stop the stupid smile that spread across your face as you saw the genuine surprise on his. “I learned that from the sleight of hand book, a little bit of misdirection.”

He stared at you a moment before return to his normal self. Silco took the pen in his hands and examined it. “This pen… is the one that went missing a few days ago.”

“Yeah, Hubert—”

“Hank.”

“—took it. Found it while looking for the blueprints. It’s the one Jinx gave you, right? Figured you’d probably want it back.”

Silco tried to hide the small smile, but you had seen it. He nodded toward the door. “Get out of here. I have work to do.”

Part 2

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Congrats on 100+ followers, you deserve it! I love your blog and writing! For the writing-promp, how about some outsider pov fruk?

Reflections

Word Count: 1690

Characters: England, France - FrUK, America, Canada

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‘It’ll be fun!’

‘No, it won’t.’

‘Yes it will,’ America insists, leaning forward to get a better look at the screen. England’s face through the webcam is decidedly unimpressed.

‘I don’t like house parties,’ he says, but America can hear slight resignation already there in his voice and so pushes again to seal the deal.

‘Please? Come on man, it’ll be great. Right after the G20 meeting in Texas too so there’s no work to worry about; just stay one more day for it. And hey, if you don’t like it you can leave.’

England raises an eyebrow, ‘You invited me to stay withyou.’

America shrugs, unbothered, ‘Then don’t! Or, do- whatever. It’s up to you.’

England sighs and looks conflicted. America seizes the opportunity and goes in for the kill, ‘Everyone else will be there too; you don’t wanna get FOMO.’

‘I don’t get FOMO,’ England snaps, looking affronted, and America instantly knows he’s won, ‘But fine, if it means that much to you, I’ll come.’

America tries to school his face into something that doesn’t look too triumphant, ‘Awesome! Kay, so it’ll be casual, no need to dress up or be all fancy or anything.’

‘Yes yes,’ England waves a hand dismissively and shifts in his chair, ‘I know how a house party works. I do go to some, you know.’

‘Cool cool cool, just making sure.’ America can’t really picture England at the sort of house party he is thinking of, people lounging about on furniture and playing silly drinking games. But it must happen, he supposes- he’s seen England drunk in pubs before and he’s boisterous so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to imagine him in an even more casual setting.

Suddenly, America notes the darkness of England’s surroundings and checks the clock in the bottom corner of his screen, ‘Hey, it’s getting pretty late for you over there, isn’t it? I should let you go.’

England glances at his wrist, entirely ignoring the PC he’s using, ‘Yes, I suppose so. Okay, likely I’ll see you next month then.’

‘No backsies, you said yes,’ America reminds him.

England rolls his eyes, ‘I meant that I won’t see you until then, I already said I was coming; I’ll come.’

‘Good!’ America moves his mouse to end the call, ‘See you there, old man. Try to be fun.’

‘What is that supposed to-‘

‘Bye!’

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Canada glances about the room and nods, ‘It’s not bad.’

America reels back, ‘Not bad? Dude-‘ he gestures to the living room they’re in the doorway of and then to the pool outside, both places spilling over with nations chatting and enjoying themselves under the beat of the music, ‘-it’s more than not bad!’

It really was, in his humble opinion, probably one of his best in recent years. Nearly everyone had turned up who said they were going to and there had been a steady flow of conversation and dancing all night. America had scoped the place out every now and again, making rounds through the house to make sure there were no stragglers sitting somewhere on their own but there wasn’t a need for it- things had run smoothly without him needing to intervene and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. This is why he liked house parties, more than any other type of ‘function’. House parties had a more relaxed vibe, where no one felt the need to impress or do themselves up too much (unless you were one of the older ones, that is; it seemed that no matter what you told them they’d still arrive a bit more formally dressed than everyone else, as if they had some sort of inbuilt compulsion).

Things going so well was probably helped, too, by the fact that America had only invited friends and family. One, because inviting the entire world and putting them in one place anywhere would always result in some form of argument, but also because this was his house and he didn’t want it to get trashed, (regardless of what England had groused when he first arrived and had seen the condition of the place).

Canada shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, ‘I’ve been to better.’

America frowns, disappointed, before jostling his arm playfully when he notices the small, guilty shift of Canada’s eye, ‘Stop messing with me.’

Canada grins behind his cup and nudges him back, ‘Well, no one’s dead yet. That’s always good.’

‘Amen to that,’ America raises his glass in a toast which Canada meets and downs the rest of his drink, ‘Want a refill?’

‘Sure.’

‘Come on then, I ain’t your servant.’

Canada gives him a flat look but wordlessly follows America out of the living room and through to the kitchen. Australia’s there with Mexico, digging about in the lower cupboards for something and Denmark is showing Japan a video on his phone that’s making Japan’s eyes go almost unnaturally wide.

‘Alfred mate, what happened to those Tim Tams you promised me?’ Australia stands up from his crouch on the floor and looks at America reproachfully, ‘I feel swindled.’

America opens his mouth to speak but Canada cuts in first, ‘I hid them.’

America turns to him in confusion, ‘Why?’

‘Zea asked me to, seeing as they couldn’t come. Something about what you did to them at Christmas?’

Australia throws up his hands and scoffs, ‘Jesus fuck, when will they get over that. Where are did you put them? Come on, don’t be a dick, I promised Mexico some.’

Mexico shrugs delicately, ‘I don’t really care, to be honest. I just heard they were bad and wanted to see how bad.’

Australia looks down at her scandalised, ‘Who told you that?!’

She readjusts to sit properly on the floor, ‘People.’

‘Yeah, sorry, I’ll get them.’ Canada’s job has been carried out to the minimum requirement and America knows that he’s happy that he can now take himself out of the silly argument New Zealand and Australia have slyly pulled him into. He goes out of the kitchen, leaving his empty cup behind, and America follows him curiously through the hallway in the direction of the study.

‘What did Australia do to Zea at Christmas?’ America has missed out on England’s most recent yearly family function; he’d wanted to go surfing with Hawaii instead.

‘Don’t ask,’ Canada says tiredly, the air of an older sibling who had seen far too much. America is offended Canada hasn’t told him already. He opens his mouth to say as much when Canada goes to open the slightly ajar study door before stopping abruptly in the doorway, causing America to almost crash into him.

‘Hey, what-‘ Canada hurriedly squeezes America’s arm and tugs him sharply away in a warning for quiet, catching his eye before glancing into the room meaningfully. America peers around him into the study, wondering what he’s seen.

At first, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be looking at; it looks empty. The main study light is off, leaving the room lit only by one table lamp by the sofa that casts a warm, buttery glow about the place, softening the corners with shadows. He looks to Canada for help and Canada tilts his head in the direction of the French doors, eyebrows raised.

America follows his gaze and understands. The darkness outside has turned the glass to mirrors, reflecting the front of the old sofa that America could previously only see the back of. On it are England and France, curled up together with France’s head on England’s chest and England propped against the armrest, one knee brought up high for him to rest an elbow on. He has his other hand in France’s hair and is gently running his fingers through it, long languid strokes that feel entirely too intimate for America to process.

It’s a strange thing for him to see. He has accidentally caught England and France doing other things throughout his life but intimacy isn’t really something they display. They argue. They bicker. They fight and scream and laugh, sometimes, but they do not do this in front of other people, this gentleness. Neither of the two are what anyone could ever consider gentle, even France, for all his intentional touches and flirtations -the soft ghost of his hand on a shoulder or resting warm around a waist- are not this, not personal. France is very free with his physical affections but they are shallow things, meaningless and ordinary. There is something removed and detached about how he moves amongst crowds, gathering himself close about someone to brush against them as he stands that speaks of friendliness yes, but not closeness. Nothing special to note.

But here, curled on a sofa and unaware they are being watched, there are no guards up or cold pretences between them, just a natural, domestic openness that America finds oddly normal, for how little he has seen glimpses of it. England and France together are many things, have experienced every extreme and mundane state possible for two people to experience, and this side of them is just another shade, as hard as it is to find.

France tips his head back more and opens his eyes, crinkling their corners as he murmurs something low under the muted music that causes England’s lips to twitch into a rare, open smile. They could be anyone then, just two people on a sofa, young and mellow, and for a split-second America can’t see them as anything else. The warm mood hides their identity and blurs their age- familiar strangers tucked away on their own.

America jumps, startled, when Canada nudges him, an elbow into his side and he turns to find his brother gesturing with his head back into the hallway.

He agrees. America knows both England and France would be mortified to be caught like this, boneless and out of character around the person they often so openly despise, so it’s best to leave them as they are undisturbed.

Australia can wait, America will squeeze the truth out of Canada about Christmas and maybe take Zea’s side just for fun.

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AN:

Sorry for the wait anon, but I hope you see this and I hope that you like! Thanks for the ask and for your kind words, this was a lovely prompt and I really liked thinking about how I could do this justice ;u;

<3

[tranquil-turbulence]

SasuSaku Month ‘22 Day 7

Day 6 | Day 8

Day 7 Prompt: Insurance

College AU

"Okay, now slowly press on the gas pedal," Sasuke instructed.

The car lurched forward suddenly, and he grimaced and gripped the door handle tighter.

"I said slowly," he repeated flatly.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying!" The pretty freshman beside him snapped, turning to give him a glare before taking a breath and leaning forward in the driver's seat.

How had Naruto swindled him into giving his crush lessons again? He continued to wonder to himself even as she pressed slower on the pedal, making the car start at a snail's pace through the parking lot.

Haruno Sakura was a first-year science major, hoping to build up her repertoire of classes to enter medical school... as well as one of his classmates. She was beautiful, she was smart, and she happened to be the most frustrating person he'd ever met.

Besides Naruto, of course... but the blond had been his friend so long that it was almost unfair to compare him to a girl he'd just met three weeks ago.

Sasuke let out a sigh through his nose. "You could go faster."

"Do you want me to crash us?" Sakura retorted. "Be quiet so I can concentrate."

The eighteen-year-old pressed his back further into the passenger seat, staring out the windshield as his classmate got used to the controls. The car jerked to a stop and started again several times as she tapped the brake pedal, eyes darting about the console and murmuring under her breath.

Really, how did he swindle me into giving her lessons? She's hopeless, he snidely thought to himself. Naruto's annoyingly bright grin entered his mind again, and so did his cheerful voice - "Hey dude, could you do me a solid and give Sakura-chan lessons? I told her you were the best teacher I knew. If you do, I'll tell Mom to make spaghetti again..."

Damn it, he knew he was weak for Kushina's cooking. Curse him for playing low-ball.

His thoughts were interrupted - and he blinked out of his trance - at the sight of a pole coming quicker than he thought. "Hey, watch--"

The front of the car smashed into the stop sign, making Sakura shriek and sending his forehead towards the console.

Sasuke groaned in pain as his face hit the glovebox, but he was quickly peeled back by shaking tanned hands and worried green eyes scanned his face.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" She fretted, patting and poking his cheeks and temples. "Your pupils aren't different sizes, so you may not have a concussion, but..."

"Sakura," he finally said, exasperated, and that got her to shut up for a few precious seconds. "I'm fine."

The girl's lips parted, as if to say something, before her eyes widened in fear as she whipped around to stare out the windshield, seeing the way the front of the car crumpled against the pole (which was now standing at an obvious angle). "Oh no, your car!"

"It's fine," he repeated, grunting as he waved it off. "I've got insurance."

"Still, I feel bad," she continued, and oh, here we go.

Sasuke sat with his eyes closed, trying to keep his patience in check as the nineteen-year-old began rambling in shock.

Sakura was pretty, she was smart... but she never shut up.

He let out another breath through his nose and opened his eyes, only to blink when she shoved her wallet in his face.

"Here," she insisted. "I'll help pay."

Sasuke blinked again, his brow furrowing in confusion. Ow, he grumbled mentally as an afterthought.

"Please," the pinkette insisted, giving him a serious look. "I'm serious. I'll chip in, it was my fault your car got damaged."

"I have insurance," he repeated, almost dumbfounded. "It's not gonna cost me an arm and a leg. More like two hundred dollars."

"Shut up and take my money already," she huffed. "I can give you half. Is half okay?"

Slowly, he placed a hand atop hers and lowered the wallet so that it wasn't blocking his vision. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that her cheeks pinkened with the touch, and her eyes followed their joined hands until they came to rest on the center console before darting back up to meet his.

His own gaze softened somewhat at the frazzled expression on her face. "Take it easy, Sakura. I can pay."

"I still feel bad for wrecking," she sighed, running her free hand through her mussed-up hair. "How about I take you to lunch instead?"

Sasuke wasn't sure what face he was making, but it must have been one of concern, because she rolled her eyes and snarked, "Don't worry, I'll take the bus."

[sereisstuff]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 // Suguru Niragi

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of blood. Implied violence, mentions of bullying. The reader kinda has a savior complex.

word count - 3k

Italics + bold in the beginning is a flashback. Anything beyond the keep reading sign is present tense.

Also this was a first attempt, it’s somewhat what I could come up with at the moment, I was having mixed feelings towards Niragi because of the controversy surrounding his character and fan fictions but he is a fictional character, I’ll leave it at that.

“Leave him alone” 

You screamed bloody murder, watching as tears cascaded down his dewy cheeks running down towards his blood coated collar, baring the harsh texture of a softball plumbing against his broken nose. You witnessed his pleas and the pitiful cries he broke into for someone to help him, it was heart-wrenching.

Your voice broke their trance of hatred towards the poor boy, making you their focus of humour. The boy who seemed a year or two older than yourself coughed taking advantage of the situation to relish his tears onto the floor whilst grasping his stomach in pain. A moment so awful could only bring entertainment for the crowd. 

“Or what princess, are you gonna beat me up for it?” he scoffed, pointing towards Niragi grimly. His lips slithering into a deceitful grin and you swore, a glint of evil was shining behind his cowardly eyes.

You clenched your fist tightly feeling the silver rings bare against your cold hands, this seemed to amuse the group of them as a harmonious wave of laughter flooded beneath the bridge “How cute, a feeble thing like you challenging me? just like a little red riding hood” he muttered, his large feet padded across the cement, advancing towards your figure.

You felt your heart race in anticipation swiping a quick look towards the harmless boy shaking on the floor, angering you to your core. Like the swindling wind, your mind was running in chaos, calculating his every step with a cold glare strung to his eyes. You could almost feel your own body shaking but not in fear, no. In rage. 

“Look at her, she’s afraid of you” one interrupted with a grin, simply ignored his assumption with a raised brow. You were somewhat tall but he still stalked over you like a tree. Rooting your feet into the ground, you spoke “I’m not afraid of you, or any of you for that matter. I’m afraid of what will happen if you touch him one more time and trust me, I won’t be the one shaking in fear, that’s a promise. So go ahead, keep calling me princess, I dare you” your threat was taken lightly although the fear was evident in a few of their eyes once they witnessed the honesty in your eyes. 

A promising advance.

“You're funny, isn’t she funny? How about we make a joke out of you?” He threatened baring his teeth at you.

Your neck craned to meet his eyes, daring him to do as he pleased. One of his members gripped his hand in an attempt to pull him away “just let it go, we can get him next time” 

But he didn’t budge, ripping his friend's hand out of his own and raising it mighty in the air with a subtle hope of destruction lingering between his finger tips. He snarled out his reply “No, I’ll show her what you get when you don’t mind your own business”

You laughed, mocking his accusation, pushing him towards his wits end “That’s it you bitch” 

His hand came crashing down only stopping once you caught his wrist, twisting it around behind his back so he could squirm in pain. The others with slight moral decency, cowered in surprise, backing away from their beloved.

“You like that, huh?” You laughed, now it was your turn to become the heartless monster they awfully played “Does it feel nice being thrown around” you mocked him once more, kicking him into the floor with a nice swing of your boot covered foot, harshly connecting with his stomach so he pummeled in absolute pain.

“Your pathetic, the whole lot of you”

You rested your leg against his soon to be bruised stomach, glaring at everyone of them “Get out of here, before the same happens to you” your tone was stern and clear, sending them a threatening message they received. Although some hesitated but followed like little sheep in a herd, you bent down to their leaders face gripping strands of his hair and pulling his face to meet yours.

“Run along little lamb, watch your herd follow you” 

You made sure they were out of sight before you came back to the realization of the poor boy lying in his own puddle of tears and blood, advancing towards him in a state of worry, you bent down in front of him, arms to your sides in hopes he would understand you were no threat to him. He lifted his head slightly, his left eye of his frames was cracked and his other eye was forming a purplish bruise, you would have done a lot more than that if only you had the time.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you” you whispered softly grasping his attention, beneath his dampened strands he peaked up, a murmur of pain could be heard and beneath his hisses he gradually spoke “Th-thank you” 

“It’s fine, what they did was terrible. I hope you realise that you don’t deserve that” he had no strength to smile and only nod in understanding and suddenly it dawned on you. You had bandages and wipes in your bag, hanging out with a group such as yours you always had to be aware of any bruise and injury, what came with the mix of people you had was prone to wounds and you always came prepared for tragic things.

“I’ll be back” you spoke, standing up with a slight buckle in your knees and the pulsating pain in your fists, you so effortlessly ignored the more wounded. You gripped the straps, throwing it around your forearm and running back to him. You pulled out the bandages and the alcoholic wipes as you tapped his shoulder so he could look up from his dissociation.

“Do you mind?” you asked carefully, tipping your head towards his open wound on his cheek.

He looked at you, knitting his brows in thought. Processing what you said as he weighed out the idea that you were in fact being kind, he nodded looking into your eyes as you almost crumbled at the sight. The pain and hurt hidden behind those doe eyes was painful, you could almost hear the pleas again and you couldn’t bear the thought of that ever happening to you again, so you touched up his cuts with a hiss here and there until he spoke.

“Niragi…...my name is Suguru Niragi” 

Your eyes were blindfolded, fear seeping through your clothes, you didn’t know how you got here only to the point where you suddenly couldn’t breathe, you clawed against the callous fingers wrapped tightly around your neck until you couldn’t anymore.

“How long has she been here?” You heard piquing your interest, your head tipped in surprise hearing multiple voices jump to their question.

You had accepted your fate of death multiple times before this one but something told you to continue, to persevere past your inability to continue. So you did, in an attempt to relish your curiosity and fear, you spoke “Where am I??” silence was your given reply, amongst the void of people you weren’t aware surrounded you, a stern voice spoke with demand “We don’t treat future members like this, take her blindfold off” 

The void you’d been getting used to was finally ripped from your sight and you could suddenly feel the warmth of sun melting into your frozen complex, just as much as you could feel, you also saw. It was unlikely to enjoy such small things like this but in a world of torture, not even people could bring you peace, not anymore at least.

“She seems tattered, this wasn’t our doing wa-” before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted 

“it’s you?”

 A voice you could recognise anywhere spoke with excitement, his laugh echoing through the room as it bounced off the walls, that didn’t sound like him. That sounded like someone who loved to live in an immoral world chasing sheep after sheep, until you fall into a pit never to come out again.

“How wonderful! I see you two seem well acquainted. I don’t suppose it was from the games?” Niragi shook his head with a grin, he seemed relieved to see you but you couldn’t say the same. You could tell by his appearance he seemed less empathetic, he had just as much reason too but it seemed edging. 

His piercings added to his already threatening look, somewhat seductive to the eye and appealing, far beyond his student years.

“Not at all hatter, me and y/n go way back, don’t we? My little red riding hood” he asked, finally staring into your stern orbs. You felt threatened, the gun leaning against his broad shoulders slid down his arms as he gripped into, pointing it towards your bitter face, his aim was reckless but it didn’t mean it still didn’t shake something in you, you flinched at the sight.

“Oho that seems to catch your attention, should I do it again?” He threatened lightly as he connected his intense gaze with your own, your lips lifted feeling a wave of bravery and keeping your face stern and fearless“I’ve known him since high-school” you spoke plainly masking the fear you hid behind your voice, he definitely wasn’t the warm boy you met that night, his fear nowhere to be seen as he reveled in his own power.

“Fascinating, how a game can bring even the furthest of acquaintances together” Hatter’s crazed dazed rested on you, his jaw clenched as if he suppressed the words he spoke although he spoke as if all the freedom in the world rested on his shoulders, unlike many. Hatter had a free spirit, you could tell by the clothing he wore and how he portrayed himself, although the creator had all the power he seemed unafraid of what was to come, like his own creator.

“What is this place?” You asked.

The hatter walked leisurely around your seat, taking his place behind you with a threatening glare venomously biting at him from Niragi, his soft hands placed against your bare shoulders, massaging them as if to make you seem well enough to become comfortable but once he felt your tensed shoulders, thrash in his palms, he took a moment to pause. 

“Welcome, new comer. To the beach, the utopia, your own personal home of freedom” Once again, the hatters voice was lost in daze.

“The what?” you asked again, that seemed ridiculous.

“The beach, A home I created, a home for those of us to feel our freedom, to bask in it’s warmth. No rules, no governed led law, just three absolute rules that every member of the beach must follow” The hatter rested a palm on your shoulder using it as a stool for his posture.

Amongst his rant, you mellowed out his words. Losing your train of thought in Niragi’s eyes, so much discomfort rested in your own he could almost feel the anger seeping from your bones, angered due to the unruly sense of it all. You either lived or died, a way out was always on your mind but the only thing that kept you running was living, making sure that when the moment came, you would still be here to leave.

Niragi, along with his powerful facade basked in its potential and he made it known to the world with his appearance, the way his voice pitched higher as he stared at your pitiful state, the enjoyment flooding his mouth with a taunting expression, you didn’t notice who that was, who he became but you knew better, deep down. He was still Niragi, the one you saved and comforted, the one who brought you food when you were so deep in school work you couldn’t bear the thought of switching positions, not even for your well-being. 

You were brought back to the world when the touch of a cold barrel met your temples, a loud click followed soon after.

“You're really starting to piss me off, little red riding hood. Do you think we’re dumb, you look at the hatter like he’s an idiot, why would you do that to your saviour” Niragi spoke tauntingly, daring you to cross those barriers you put in place for your own protection, he’s seen you angered once, he’ll see it again.

“Do it” you proclaimed with a straight face, your voice calm as a tideless sea. Niragi scoffed, the corners of his mouth stretching widely and increasingly slow, too slow for your liking. He searched your eyes for fear, wanting the succulent delight of seeing your despair. 

“Or are you scared? I know fear isn’t unknown to you” You hissed back at him, your venomous fangs digging deep into his caged memory, withstood by his own barriers. He locked those memories and threw that key into a bottomless pit but despite that, it was almost like you stood, knocking against the safe he locked his pitiful self in and he was holding the knob with shaking hands, you were resurfacing the past and he vowed to only ever live in the present.

His fingers lingered against the trigger, feeling the power of his hands against the weapon. He was a god in his own eyes but before him rested something more valuable, something he cherished in a past life. He couldn't do it and the hatter noticed this, speculation threw him in and he watched as Niragi pulled the gun away from your head, pointing it towards the roof and letting his pale fingers press the trigger with an anomaly of amusement. 

The power shot from his weapon, creating cracks in the roof as the crumbs of his doing fell in front of your eyes and you released a small breath in relief. 

"untie her, she's going to be with me from now on-wards" Niragi demanded, he was bearing a threat towards the hatters authority. 

Hatter smiled in delight, worry never once tipped his harsh features but you couldn't speak for the others, who not once faltered at your treatment, now seemed worried for your entire being. 

“Do as he says, he clearly knows our fellow members. Therefore, he should do the honors” Hatter demanded, he had a clear distinction for his choice of clothing, making it apparent that his name bore a meaning. Colorful expression distorting his position with his other executive members, freedom per se or maybe it was merely just a coincidence.

Your thrashing was unnoticed in his lock, he ripped you from your place roughly as if you had no meaning to him and it was probably true. Niragi hoisted his machine to the nape of his neck, tugging you in the other hand with what he demanded.

He couldn’t believe his eyes the moment he laid his on yours, it wasn’t often that he met people he once knew without shooting them right where they thought. Ruthless, the capacity for violence he had was uncanny but not unseen for his peers, they knew not of his past and he kept it that way, his psychotic doings sparked a mutual fear within those weaker than him and that was plenty.

“You stick with me or by me from now on, you leave my side for any apparent reason and you're dead, anything you’ve done. I’ve done worse, so I don’t think you want to play with me” in contrast to his previous behavior, he now was in a craze of success. You clenched his hand in an attempt to make him whine in pain just enough for you to run but he surprised you, locking your hand in a harsh grasp that made you bite your lip in pain.

“You should have just killed me when you got the chance, it’s not like you're the same anymore. You’ve changed” You mumbled, ceasing a breath. You relaxed your body and let him lead your way, it’s not like you feared him. As someone you once knew, you often reminded yourself in the moment that he didn’t harm a fly, that was no excuse for him now but in order to keep your sanity at bay, you did just that.

“Why would I do that when I could have fun with you instead?” He laughed.

“As if I would give you the chance too” you retorted.

His steps halted, as he stared forward with a grin. He liked the challenge in your tone, if it was anything. Niragi never once let a challenge get the best of him, he meant what he said and he would make sure more than once that he would get his way.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, delightfully. Once a friend turned stranger, you stared at the back of his tied hair, the strands falling against his shoulder blades until you caught the sway of his head leisurely turning to face you with a snake like glint in his eyes, the horror of the unknown was creeping up your spine but you weren’t going to back down like a coward, you never did and that wont start today.

“I could warp you into my little pet, do you like being called a pet my little red riding hood. Whatever version of myself was projected onto you, you can forget because the one you're witnessing shares no mercy, not even for you. So thrash and whine as much as you like” Niragi began taking small steps towards you, you backed away in fear still grimly leaving the distaste for his actions lingering on your lips as you threw a look of utter disgust his way.

You managed to walk safely, feeling the brief tender touch of an untouched wall hit your frame, watching him tower over you “Because no one will help you, in fact, I have full control over you, I own you” You scoffed, looking away for a short lived moment before you felt his slender fingers grasp your chin harshly, forcing the contact between you two.

“You must feel so big right now. So utterly powerful, your need to pick on the weaker isn’t a new concept to you, right? In fact it should be so deeply engraved in your brain that not even a rock to the head could erase that, I see. Warp me all you want but I’ll always know you for who you were, my best friend” The words that left your tongue were hot, burning your throat as you held back tears from the countless memories. 

“That’s bullshit, your best friend? That was my need for repayment, that person is long gone now” He screamed, but his face didn’t gleam in despair, no. It shone in glee. The fight was racking up all his pent up anger and he was more than happy to dump it on anyone near, that so happened to be you. 

“Why? Why do you do this. You wouldn’t even harm a fly, the Niragi I knew was soft and caring, he hated violence” you almost screamed, baring your teeth at Niragi, the shine of the dagger he held didn’t even surprise you, his grasp of it against your neck was so close that even the tiniest gulp would have blood seeping from your throat.

“He died, a long time ago” his voice was now emotionless, you could see the shine leaving his face as he reminisced. His stoic features returned but his hold tightened, he grasped both of your hands, casually but sharply holding both above your head with his knife in the other, his body inched close to yours and you felt the texture of his clothing against your body.

“I don’t want to hear you bitching about how you miss what we had, that’s nothing now. You're nothing now, you're not special to me. Just someone I refuse to let go, you know that old saying? Snitches get stitches? Well if you tell anyone about how we met, what I went through, they won’t have any part of their body to stitch back together”

[thewritingmagician2022]

Evermore - Taylor Swift - Brothers and Dateables

Lucifer: Evermore

And I was catching my breath Barefoot in the wildest winter Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore

Hearing this song just makes me imagine a post-fall Lucifer when he first gets to the Devildom. The Morningstar is now just another demon, one with cut off wings and one less sister, and a family who followed his lead and are now paying for it. He’s subjected his family to what could be considered worse than death - a permanent kind of darkness where angels should never venture. All of the guilt and shame and regret that must be weighing on him is horrific. I imagine that, at least for a while, Lucifer would feel like he would never be able to find happiness again. (As we know, the song ends up with Taylor realizing the pain will not last forever and I hold onto the hope that Lucifer realized that eventually). 

Mammon: Cowboy Like Me

You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward

This song was written about Mammon, I swear to god. Mammon is the definition of a cowboy bandit. He will swindle, scam, and charm anyone out of their possessions. He’s left behind leagues of infatuated witches and sorcerers and demons. He’s known for his scummy lifestyle where he’s always chasing after the next best thing, never satisfied with what he has, and then he meets you. The only person to ever lock him down and make a (reasonably) honest man out of him. It was so unexpected but it was exactly what he never knew he needed. 

Levi: Champagne Problems

"This dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me" How evergreen, our group of friends Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through

This is Levi’s broken heart after you go back to the human realm. It feels like a personal betrayal to him even though he knows you were always meant to leave and that you have a life of your own. He would beg you to stay but he knows the answer. He goes back to mainly doing online schooling now that you and the angels and the sorcerer are gone; he’s lost his newly found friend group and his brothers are sad, sure, but they all have their normal lives to return to while Levi is alone again, wishing there was something, anything, he could do to bring you back. 

Satan: Ivy

How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time - Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

The perfect gothic romance love affair song. It’s what song would play in the background of so many classic novels, like something by Austen or the Brontë sisters. Which immediately makes me think of Satan. I think he’d absolutely also be the kind of guy who sees you with someone else (maybe even Lucifer) and immediately notices how you’re not as happy as you could be. I don’t think he would intentionally try to break up your relationship or cause trouble if you’re happy but he wants you to have everything you deserve and if he can do that for you, he’s going to. No matter what. 

Asmo: Gold Rush

'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

One of the best songs on the album and perfect for an MC who adores Asmo but won’t do anything about it because he’s got so many fans and lovers out there, it’s just asking for heartbreak. All of the insecurity and jealousy that MC would feel knowing that they fell for the most wanted being in the 3 realms would damn near eat them alive and then Asmo would smile at them and suddenly it’s all okay again because they’re the only one who really knows him, who sees him as Asmo and not just the embodiment of beauty and lust. They may not ever get to have him but this is enough. 

Beel: Long Story Short

And he's passing by Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky And he feels like home If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go

Beel feels like home. I look at this beautiful himbo and am immediately domesticated. I will cook his meals for him and do his stupid sports laundry and even go to the gym with him when he wants company. He’s the kind of man I could end up with forever; one of the good guys out there who will love and respect me and make me forget all about the crappy men from my past. I love this song, I love him, and I will blast this while I make him his favorite desserts and he’ll come in the kitchen to see me dancing to it and he’ll love me for it. 

Belphie: It’s Time to Go

Sometimes giving up is the strong thing Sometimes to run is the brave thing Sometimes walking out is the one thing That will find you the right thing

This sounds like it could be a really sad break up song with Belphie but, for once, I’m not reading it that way. I see this as Belphie being the person who needs to learn when to let go. He’s spent so long trying to figure out how to fix things, how to get revenge, how to make his family whole again, but sometimes what’s done is done. You just have to learn how to move forward even if it feels like defeat. I think MC is the person who can teach Belphie that letting go of those defensive feelings like anger and hate is the only way to make things better. 

Diavolo: Happiness

There'll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you too Both of these things can be true There is happiness In our history Across our great divide There is a glorious sunrise

All I can see in my head is Diavolo and MC both staring at the sunrise in different realms, mirror images of each other but one in light and in darkness, after ending their relationship because there’s no way to make it last with their circumstances: human with a life of their own vs demon prince of the Devildom. It’s a bittersweet kind of goodbye that was a long time coming and, while they both love each other, they know that’s not always enough to make something right for you. They’ll find happiness again one day and, until then, they have their memories. 

Barbatos: Tis the Damn Season

I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay - And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own To leave the warmest bed I've ever known

Sobbing, screaming, vomiting. This song instantly turns me into a hallmark Christmas movie heroine who’s been ruined with her first love. You go home after your year stay in the Devildom and though you’re happy to be back, you miss having the one person who really knew you. The man you fell in love with. The man who didn’t ask you to stay. You’re not bitter about it, really you’re not, because you didn’t ask him to wait for you to come back either. You’re home but it doesn’t feel like home and all you can think about is the man you left behind. And then Solomon is there, offering to take you back to the Devildom, and all you can think about is how much you want to get home to him, even if it’s just for a weekend. 

Solomon: Willow

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars Now this is an open-shut case Guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait and switch was a work of art

No one means to fall for Solomon. He’s definitely more of an “oops I tripped into these feelings” than going “look at him, I’m all about it” when you first see him. Prime example, I didn’t care about him and then the Gem event happened and I will protect Solomon with my dying breath. The point to that story is that Willow is a song I accidentally fell for after ignoring it for months. I like the light academia vibes it gives me and the whimsy behind it. Ya know what, much like the song suggests, I’m gonna let Solomon show up and cause chaos and I’ll follow his lead. He knew what he was doing all along with this romance nonsense and I walked right into his damn trap. 

Simeon: No Body, No Crime

They think she did it but they just can't prove it She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it No, no body, no crime

Simeon and I are going to be singing this nonstop and Luke is distraught at first but can be found singing along when he thinks no one can hear him and we are going to annoy the hell out of everyone. We think we’re very edgy and cool, and we bring new meaning to “ride or die” best friends. Also, this angel has a mischievous streak a mile wide so the confused and horrified looks he gets from singing this to himself in public or the hallways at RAD fills him with glee.

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Closer Than Before (Rachel Green x Reader)

Part 1

You managed to make it almost a year before you’d seen anyone from your old friend group. You had really put yourself into your work and you’d climbed up the ladder at your firm, going from handling just divorce cases to more upper level and higher paying things. You had a wider net of clientele and that meant that you’d begun to attend events and galas now. 

“Y/n?” It’d been forever since you’d heard his voice last, but you knew that had to be Joey. You turned around and greeted him with a smile. He didn’t seem as excited to see you as you did him. “It’s been awhile.” 

“It has,” you said as you stepped away from the circle of people you’d been talking to and towards him. “How have you been?” 

“Good, really good actually. Man, nobody is going to believe that I saw you here,” Joey said with a small chuckle. “Monica said that you stopped calling.” 

“Old phone fell out of a window, had to get a new one. I’ve always been terrible with numbers,” you lied. Joey nodded and ordered a couple of drinks for the two of you. “So, um, how’s everyone been?” 

“Okay, I guess. Trying to adjust to you just not being around,” Joey admitted. You put your hand on his back and he leaned into you. “Rachel, she’s really sorry you know.” 

“I am too Joey.” 

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It took you another month to bite the bullet and call Monica. She arranged for the two of you to meet up for dinner and you asked if she’d invite Chandler too. All you had to do after that was wait the week for the dinner and show up, which was the hard part. They both looked slightly different, like they were tired and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe a bit of that was your fault. 

“Snazzy, is that Prada?” Monica asked as she saw you waiting at the restaurant. 

“It is. I’m on a designer salary now.” You cracked a little smile as you pulled her into a hug. You let her go and then rushed over to Chandler, launching yourself into his arms. 

“Yeah, I’m happy to see you too. Joey said that he saw you at a party, I didn’t realize you were a big wig now,” Chandler said and you shrugged. 

“I have some clients in high places. I’m discreet enough to warrant some very nice gifts and invitations.” The three of you sat at the table and ate together. They let you know how everybody else was doing, skipping over Ross because they were both aware of how you felt about him. 

“You should come by the apartment for breakfast,” Monica offered. 

“Make me those pancakes and I’ll be there no matter what,” you said and Monice nodded. 

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Perhaps you should have worded your agreement differently. You were up bright and early, for a weekend. You hadn’t bothered in dressing up before going over to Monica’s, thinking it would be just the three of you and maybe Phoebe and Joey. You hadn’t seen Phoebe yet, but you had left a gift for her that couldn’t have been from anybody but you. Instead, you were met with Monica making breakfast and Rachel sitting at the table reading the newspaper. 

“Rachel, they’re not for you,” Monica said as you closed the door behind you. 

“This is dirty,” you told her as you walked over to the table. “I can’t believe you swindled me like this.” 

“No more puppy dog eyes from either of you!” Monica yelled. Rachel looked up at you and you looked over at her. “Talk it out already. We all want you back as our friend and Rachel, don’t act like you practically killing yourself with the guilt. It’s not healthy for anybody and it ends today. I’ll call Ross so you can beat him up if it’ll help fix things.” 

“That’s not necessary,” you told Monica. She left you and Rachel to talk, hoping that it’d do some good and not damage things further. “I was in love with you and for awhile, I couldn’t stand to be around anyone or anything that reminded me of you because it hurt so bad.” 

“I’m an idiot who didn’t realize that I had someone who genuinely cared about me without playing any games. I got scared though because I didn’t think I’d be enough for you,” Rachel admitted. “So I kept going back to Ross over and over again. Then, you left and Ross, he tried to comfort me and I blew up on him. I told him that he couldn’t be for me what you could have.” 

“Sentiment is sweet I guess,” you said bitterly. “Okay, so it’s official that we both have feelings for each other. I can assure you that you’re enough for me. Do you want to try this out?” 

“I’d like to, I really would,” Rachel answered. “We can start small. Can I have your number?” 

“Yeah, you can.” You scribbled it down on a piece of paper and slid it over to her. “Call me sometime Green.” 

“We’re friends again for less than 10 minutes and you already feel it’s okay to call me by my last name,” Rachel scoffed as she rolled her eyes at you. You leaned towards her a bit and stuck your tongue out at her. It wasn’t the same right away, but the two of you were starting to get back into how things had been before, when your friendship had been playful and actually fun. 

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“Hey, didn’t you have a 9:30?” Rachel asked as you ducked your head up from under the covers. 

“Um, probably. Why?” you asked and Rachel turned your alarm clock so you could see it. “Oh, I can’t go into work on account of my sickness.” 

“Sickness?” Rachel asked and you nodded. You placed your head down on her thigh and sighed dramatically. “What exactly are you sick with?” 

“Obviously I’ve got a fever. I think you do too because you’re feeling pretty hot babe. We should just stay in bed all day. I hear sweating it out is pretty effective,” you said with a wink. You sent a text to your assistant to clear your schedule and then pulled the blanket back of your head as you settled down between Rachel’s legs. 

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[agnes-writes]

A Character Analysis on Seong Gi-Hun (Squid Game)

made at 2 AM running on 1 hour of sleep so I hope it makes sense

A lot of people were baffled by the ending of Squid Game, where Gi-hun actively chose to not get on the plane for his daughter and try to stop the salesman trying to recruit a player for the game.

I think it's actually quite fitting for his character.

Now, I'm not saying that he's not a bad dad for doing this, I'm just saying that all his actions make sense, especially if you analyse it.

Still, I'm going to use the bad father narrative and the common comments that come with it to form a clear picture for his main character trait:

Firstly, the fact that people say his daughter is his main motivation to play the games. Now, at first, you could definitely argue that this is true. He's first approached by a salesman (Gong Yoo, which, holy shit, he's so fucking hot, by the way) right after his daughter's disastrous birthday celebration. He plays, and makes his way home. At home, he finds out from his mother that his daughter will be moving to the US and he can only get her back if he can provide for her. Seeing it as harmless and a way to make quick money, he calls the number.

However, when the first game ends, he votes not to continue, and is sent back home. Here, we find out that his mother is severely diabetic. This leads to an argument where he vows to get the money for her treatment one way or another. Subsequently, he tries to beg both his friends and even his ex-wife for a loan, and almost gets the money from her ex-wife's current husband, who told him to stay away from his family. He's seen walking home in the rain and sees the business card right after that.

I think this episode cements the fact that his main motivation, is not, in fact, his daughter—she's only a small part of it; his main motivation is his desperate need for money for his mother's treatment, and that little jab of the stepfather to him just adds insult to injury, and therefore, just a bonus perk of winning the game. In fact, this is further proven in episode 8, when Saebyeok asks Gi-hun what he'll do with the money if he gets out, and he sees he'll use it for his mother's treatment, and then set-up a proper store for her, because it's actually her dream. Only then, so he says, would he try to be a good father to his daughter. His daughter was not on the top of his priority list for the prize money.

Next, the argument that he knew from the very start that he's playing for blood money, so why doesn't he just use it to provide for his kid?

I don't think that argument's very fair. I genuinely think that he did not, in fact, know what he signed up for, and that's because the game mods had phrased their rules in a very particular way.

The game mods had told them that if they survive all six games, they get to win the money. That is very open to different interpretations but what I think Gi-hun thought is that there isn't one winner—anyone who survives 'til the end will get a portion of that money. So my theory on his thought process is that he only signed up to risk ONLY his personal health and safety, not thinking he'd have to kill anybody else. In fact, in that one scene in Episode 4, when a few players don't get enough food and have a scuffle leading to the death of one player, he is the first one who demanded something be done about it, saying that they're not there to kill each other like animals, before it's revealed that foul play is, in fact, condoned and even rewarded by the game mods.

But now Gi-hun's stuck there and he has to see it through. But he doesn't have to be happy about it.

I think one of the scenes that further cements this is in the Tug of War game—in the moment, he doesn't want to die, but then they show alternating perspectives of his team and the opposing team, and there's a myriad of expressions on his face; one of them, possibly fear and guilt as he sees the faces of the people on the other team struggling to pull back. Then, in the elevator, we have a shot of him staring at the rope burns in his hands with a clearly conflicted and horrified look on his face—which I interpreted as the moment it had sunk in that he'd have to kill people to survive.

Next is the reasoning on why he left the prize money untouched, but gave 2/3 of it Sangwoo's mother and Saebyeok's brother, but not his daughter.

Now, we've established that he probably sees this money as blood money; Gi-hun probably feels incredibly guilty or blames himself for killing his friends and other people, or at least having some kind of hand in them. He's already promised to take care of Saebyeok's brother and Sangwoo's mother, so I'm not particularly surprised. The thing is, I think he gives the money to Saebyeok's brother and Sangwoo's mother and doesn't feel bad about where it came from is because he knows that's the reason why they played the games in the first place. It was their blood that was spilled, so it would have only been fitting for them to get money.

But why not his daughter? Again, this goes back to the guilt argument. Gi-hun thinks this is blood money; and knowing how he'd gotten it, knowing what he had to do to get it (and not being able to fulfill the main motivation on why he joined, treating his mother, who died before he could come back), it would weigh on someone. It would also make sense that he wouldn't want to give his daughter that money and try to explain it, not wanting to relive or come up with a lie for what he had to go through. In his eyes, that money is tainted, and he doesn't want his daughter anywhere near what he experienced in that arena.

Lastly, why he didn't get on the plane. See, this ties in to what I think is his main character trait; he sees a salesman trying to find players for the game, indicating that it is, in fact, still on-going, despite Oh Il-Nam's death, and interrupts them.

The reasoning behind this is that he knows his daughter is already well-provided for: even in the first few episodes, we see that she has a nice house and clothes, attentive parents and is clearly doing okay with her stepfather getting a steady job in the US. In his mind, she'll be just fine.

But he was in these people's shoes before—desperately trying to make ends meet, finding away to survive, only to be taken advantage of and made to sign their own death warrant for entertainment purposes. These people have no idea what's to come for them.

In Gi-hun's head, it's his daughter's life, who is already set and comfortable with her new family, versus the lives of possibly hundreds of people who had no idea what they're getting into, many of whom may not be as lucky as he is.

That would eat at his conscience, or so I think it would. Knowing that the games are still continuing and doing nothing to stop it with the little knowledge he has of them... That screws with your head, especially with his morals intact. So he doesn't get on the plane, and chooses to try and stop the games.

And that is the running vein of his entire character:

We have his mother, who only has him to help her, as his main motivation, and we see him help those who need help as the team builds—particularly Oh Il-Nam, or player 001, whom he perceived as someone who needs to be helped at his old age (but he isn't, honestly, fuck that plot twist), there's Saebyeok's brother and Sangwoo's mother who also lost their only providers in those games, and finally, to cement the on-going theme, there're the hundreds of people, just trying to make ends meet, being swindled into playing these death games for the entertainment of rich assholes.

Seong Gi-hun doesn't take care of everyone except his daughter.

He takes care of everyone who he thinks needs it.

And I think that's a wonderful core trait for a person to have.