#I swear the fanfic won’t be toxic

[moonlitstoriess]

Oaths and Ashes-Lorcan x fem!reader (oneshot)

Summary: Bound by oaths to Maeve and haunted by the bond he fears, Lorcan clings to loyalty as a shield against his own heart. But when a mission goes awry, forcing him to choose between duty and his mate, the cracks in his resolve begin to show. In the shadows of betrayal and pain, will love rise from the ashes?

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, manipulation, physical injury, toxic loyalty, and themes of betrayal. Angst with no fluff and an uncertain end.

A/n: Got this random idea for a Lorcan fanfic and thought why not? Anyway you have been warned, enjoy 😘

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The outpost was eerily quiet, save for the distant howl of the wind outside. The cold stone walls did little to keep the chill at bay, and the fire in the hearth burned low, its feeble warmth barely reaching the center of the room. She stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around herself, watching the snow swirl and dance in the night.

Lorcan sat across the room, sharpening one of his blades with slow, deliberate movements. The metallic scrape echoed in the silence, grating and purposeful, as if he was daring her to speak first. He didn’t look at her.

“Another mission done,” she said, her voice low, breaking the stillness.

“Hm.” The sound was dismissive, his focus never wavering from the blade in his hands.

She turned, leaning against the windowsill, her arms dropping to her sides. “Is that all you have to say?”

His dark eyes flicked up briefly before returning to his task. “What else is there to say? We survived. That’s enough.”

The coldness in his tone cut deeper than she’d expected, and her jaw tightened. “You don’t think it’s worth talking about? The fact that it was another trap? That Maeve sent us into another gods-damned death mission?”

“You’re alive,” he said flatly. “That’s what matters.”

“Barely,” she snapped, taking a step toward him. “But I guess that doesn’t matter to you, does it? As long as we’re breathing, it’s fine. Just another day serving Maeve like the obedient dogs we are.”

His hand stilled, the blade catching the light as he set it down. When he looked up at her, his gaze was cold, calculating. “If you’re not cut out for this, maybe you shouldn’t have sworn the oath.”

The words landed like a blow, and she staggered back a step, her chest tightening. “You think I want this? You think I wanted to swear myself to her?”

“Did someone force you?” he asked, his voice sharp, mocking. “No? Then don’t complain about the choices you made.”

Her breath hitched, and she turned away, unable to look at him. The sting of his words mixed with the weight of her anger and exhaustion, threatening to choke her.

“I should’ve known,” she said quietly, her voice trembling. “You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

He stood abruptly, the scrape of the chair against the floor loud in the silence. “Don’t presume to know what I care about,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Then tell me,” she said, whirling to face him, her eyes blazing. “Tell me why you’re so gods-damned loyal to her. Why you follow her orders without question, even when you know it’s killing us. What is it, Lorcan? What keeps you chained to her like a dog?”

His jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” she shot back, stepping closer, her voice shaking with anger and something rawer. “Because I’m standing here, breaking myself for this—for you—and you won’t even look at me.”

He flinched at the accusation, but the mask of indifference remained firmly in place. “Don’t make this about me,” he said coldly. “You’re not here for me. You’re here because you swore the same oath I did.”

“And that’s all I am to you? Another oath? Another pawn in Maeve’s games?”

His silence was answer enough.

The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with unspoken words and frayed emotions. She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to speak even as her heart ached. “You can’t keep doing this, Lorcan. Pushing me away, shutting me out. It’s not going to make the bond disappear.”

His expression darkened, his lips pulling into a tight line. “The bond doesn’t matter,” he said harshly. “It doesn’t mean anything. Not to me.”

The words were a dagger to her chest, and she staggered back as if he’d physically struck her.

He saw the hurt flash across her face and immediately hated himself for it, but he didn’t take the words back. He couldn’t. Not when the truth was so much harder to face.

“Fine,” she said, her voice breaking. “If it doesn’t mean anything, then neither do I.”

Before he could respond, she turned and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her.

Lorcan stood there, staring at the empty space she’d left behind, the weight of his words crashing down on him. He clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache spreading through his chest.

For the first time in centuries, he felt something dangerously close to regret.

But Lorcan was too stubborn to let go of his pride. She would understand at some point. That he is not meant to have a mate.

The bond, while recently discovered by the both of them, lay unacknowledged by either. Though he could see how much the female whom he has known for so long is trying to create something out of this.

But it would be useless. Lorcan knew it. He was not meant to have a mate. How could one ever have a mate after walking a lonely road for so long? Too much blood, too many sins on his hands.

Besides, he was too much of a monster to even know anything outside of pain, bloodshed, loss and anger. His shadows, his demons constantly consumed him and that was enough to draw him away from everyone. Including her.

—————

Y/n had loved him for as long as she could remember. Well, maybe not from the very start because the way they met wasn’t quite under the best conditions.

She was a rebel, part of a secret organization that went against those in power. She still remembers how one hundred and fifty years ago, she was captured by The Cadre and brought to Doranelle.

There, under Maeve’s orders she was questioned. Fenrys and Gavriel constantly tried going the diplomatic way and ease her into talking while Lorcan and Rowan would just vote to have her tortured.

Y/n smiled at the memory.

Though they all started at the wrong foot, eventually she grew closer with the males, even going as far as to prove her usefulness to Maeve and swearing a blood oath, a choice she has come to very much regret.

The boys see her as a part of them now. A younger sister and a very capable fighter with a unique power.

But Lorcan…..he has always been this way and not just towards her but to the others too. It just hurt a little more because she unfortunately grew to deeply care for him.

That is why, on one random day when both her and Lorcan found out about their bond was also the moment all her dreams with him came crashing down.

He said very hurtful things that day, how he would never accept it. How he will never even acknowledge it and neither should she.

Y/n tried, she really tried to get through to him but alas, everyone has a breaking point. And yesterday was the final straw for her.

How much longer is that prick going to choose Maeve over his mate? His fucking mate!!

How much longer is he going to follow every order of that poisonous queen and defend her in every argument?

It hurt….and she was tired. Tired of trying to get through to him. She has been doing that from the moment they met and now it was time to stop.

Y/n sighed as she cleared her mind, put on her stoic mask, straightened her shoulders and entered the sitting room of Doranelle’s Grand Stone Palace, designed specifically to fit the taste of her bitchy majesty, Queen Maeve.

Upon entrance however, she noticed that the queen is yet to arrive. Rowan, Fenrys and Gavriel were all scattered around the room, with the silver haired warrior standing next to the gigantic windows and watching the view over Doranelle and the latter two sitting on opposite armchairs.

Lorcan was nowhere to be seen but, she would not concern herself with the thoughts of him.

"Y/n! Finally you are here." Gavriel's voice brought her back as she looked to see all three of them looked straight at her.

Y/n offered a tight smile to Gavriel as she moved further into the room. Fenrys shot her a grin, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence. Let me guess, Lorcan was brooding too much, and you needed a break?”

Y/n snorted, pulling off her gloves and tossing them onto a side table. “More like I was brooding, and he needed a break.”

Rowan turned from the window, his piercing gaze scanning her face. His sharp instincts probably caught the flicker of tension in her shoulders, but he said nothing. Instead, he inclined his head. “How was the mission?”

She shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. “Standard Maeve nonsense. Get in, retrieve the target, fight off a few surprises along the way. Nothing we haven’t done a hundred times before.”

“Yet you look like you’ve been through hell,” Fenrys said, leaning forward in his chair. “What happened out there?”

Y/n hesitated, feeling their eyes on her. She knew they cared, but she couldn’t bring herself to explain the emotional storm that had brewed between her and Lorcan. “The usual,” she said finally. “Maeve’s intelligence wasn’t exactly accurate. There was an ambush.”

Gavriel frowned. “An ambush? Were you injured?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she said quickly. “We managed.”

“You managed?” Fenrys repeated, a skeptical brow arching. “Sounds like there’s more to that story.”

“There isn’t,” Y/n said firmly, brushing past him and sinking into one of the chairs. “It’s over now. That’s all that matters.”

The males exchanged glances, their concern evident, but they didn’t press further. Instead, Fenrys leaned back with a dramatic sigh. “Well, next time, try not to steal all the excitement. We’ve been stuck here dealing with Maeve’s mood swings. Honestly, I’d take an ambush over her any day.”

Y/n allowed herself a small chuckle. “Careful, Fenrys. She might hear you.”

“Let her,” Fenrys said with a smirk. “I live to irritate her.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “You live to irritate everyone.”

“True,” Fenrys admitted, grinning. “But I do it so well.”

The light banter was a welcome distraction, and Y/n felt some of the tension in her chest ease. For a moment, it was almost enough to forget the weight of the bond, the mission, and Lorcan’s cold words. Almost.

The grand double doors swung open with a creak, and the room fell silent as Maeve swept in, her dark hair gleaming and her presence commanding as ever. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, lingering briefly on Y/n before flicking to the others.

“Good,” Maeve said, her voice like silk wrapped around steel. “You’re all here.”

Y/n straightened in her seat, instinctively falling into the poised composure Maeve demanded. But then her heart sank as another figure stepped into the room behind the queen.

Lorcan.

His towering presence was as dark and imposing as ever, but it was the way he stood at Maeve’s side, slightly behind her like a shadow, that made Y/n’s stomach churn. He looked as though he belonged there, loyal and unyielding, his gaze sweeping over the room without a flicker of acknowledgment in her direction.

Fenrys stiffened, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing in an instant. Rowan’s jaw tightened, his expression unreadable. Gavriel was the only one who spoke, his voice calm but tense. “Maeve. Lorcan. What’s the occasion?”

Maeve’s smile was sharp, predatory. “A new directive,” she said, her gaze landing on Y/n. “But first, I’d like to hear about your little adventure.”

Y/n clenched her fists, forcing herself to meet Maeve’s piercing gaze. “The mission was completed successfully,” she said evenly. “We retrieved the artifact and neutralized the threats.”

Maeve’s smile didn’t falter, but her eyes glittered with something that made Y/n’s skin crawl. “Good. I expected no less.”

Lorcan said nothing, his face carved from stone, but his silence was louder than any words. It echoed in the room, in her chest, as Maeve began to speak of their next orders, her voice a cold melody weaving a new web of commands. Y/n barely heard her, her focus splintered by the man standing silently by the queen’s side, the mate who had once again chosen duty over her.

“And you,” Maeve said, her voice honeyed and venomous all at once. “I have a special task for you.”

Y/n’s spine straightened, her expression unreadable, her mask firmly in place. “Of course, my queen.”

Maeve tilted her head, a mockery of affection flickering in her eyes. “I’ve decided to send you on a mission of utmost importance. Alone.”

The room tensed. Fenrys shifted in his seat, his golden eyes flicking to Y/n with concern. Gavriel’s brows furrowed, his mouth opening as if to protest, but one glance from Maeve silenced him. Even Rowan, stoic as ever, allowed his jaw to tighten, his fingers flexing where they rested at his side.

She was never sent on a mission alone. It was always with one of the members because 1. Maeve, no matter how much she pretended, never trusted y/n and 2. The males would always manage to protest against her going alone, though it is not something she hasn't done before.

Y/n didn’t flinch. She didn’t allow even the faintest crack in her calm facade. “What would you have me do?”

Maeve’s smile widened, pleased with her composure. “There is a rebel camp in the northern cliffs. They’ve been meddling in my affairs, intercepting important supplies. I want you to dismantle them—destroy their operation entirely.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Rowan finally broke it, his voice carefully measured. “The northern cliffs are treacherous, especially this time of year.”

“Which is precisely why I’m entrusting this to her,” Maeve said smoothly, her gaze never leaving y/n. “She has proven herself capable time and time again. Haven’t you?”

Y/n inclined her head. “I’ll see it done.”

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Lorcan’s face, but he stayed silent, his broad shoulders stiff. Fenrys leaned forward, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. “With all due respect, this is suicide. Send at least one of us with her.”

Maeve’s expression hardened, her voice cutting like a blade. “Did I ask for your opinion, Fenrys?”

He clenched his jaw, leaning back in his chair but shooting y/n a glance filled with unspoken worry. Gavriel tried next, his tone more diplomatic. “She is capable, yes, but even the most skilled warriors can be overwhelmed. Perhaps a small team would ensure success.”

Maeve’s gaze snapped to him, her smile razor-sharp. “Are you questioning my decision, lion?”

“No, my queen,” Gavriel said softly, bowing his head.

Maeve turned back to y/n, her tone almost sweet again. “I trust you will not fail me.”

“I won’t,” y/n said evenly, ignoring the tension radiating from every male in the room.

“Good,” Maeve said, stepping closer, her presence suffocating. “You leave at dawn.”

Without another word, Maeve swept out of the room, her dark gown trailing behind her like the shadow of death itself. And Lorcan behind her.

As the door closed, the room erupted.

But even through all the worries, all the scoldings, all the words said by the three males, her brothers, y/n's mind was only filled with the sense of betrayal.

He didn't even protest. Didn't even stand against Maeve. Didn't even offer to join y/n. His mate.

This has to be some cruel joke fate is playing on her.

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Y/n was alone, methodically packing her gear. Her hands worked quickly, though her mind was a maelstrom. She refused to dwell on the danger of the mission, on the implications of Maeve sending her alone. This was just another test, another way to prove she could survive whatever hell was thrown her way.

A knock sounded at her door. She didn’t bother turning, knowing who it was. “What do you want, Lorcan?”

The door opened without her invitation, and he stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind him. He didn’t speak at first, his dark eyes scanning her as if trying to decipher her thoughts. Finally, he said, “You shouldn’t go.”

She didn’t stop packing. “Not your decision to make.”

“It’s reckless,” he snapped, his voice low and sharp. “Maeve’s playing games, and you’re letting her.”

Y/n spun to face him, her eyes blazing. “Letting her? Did you not hear me back there? She gave me an order, Lorcan. What would you have me do, defy her?”

His silence was damning.

“Exactly,” she said bitterly, turning back to her pack. “You’d rather I die proving myself than risk questioning her.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, his voice softening, but she rounded on him.

“Fair?” she hissed, her voice shaking with anger. “What part of this is fair, Lorcan? The bond? This gods-damned oath? Maeve holding our lives in her hands? I don’t see you fighting for anything better.”

“I’m not the one running into death for her approval,” he shot back, his tone colder now, defensive.

“No,” she said quietly, the words cutting deeper because they were true. “You’re just the one standing by while she destroys us.”

He flinched as if struck, but she didn’t stop. “You chose her again, Lorcan. You always choose her.”

His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “She is my queen.”

“And I’m your mate!” she yelled, the words tumbling out before she could stop them, raw and exposed. “Or does that mean nothing to you?”

For a moment, he didn’t speak. His dark eyes burned with emotion, but when he finally spoke, his voice was icy. “It doesn’t change anything. And we are not mates."

She swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over her like a physical blow. “You really are a coward, Lorcan.”

Before he could respond, she shoved past him, her pack slung over her shoulder, and walked out the door. She didn’t look back, even when she thought she heard him whisper her name.

When she reached the stables, she mounted her horse and rode into the night, the frigid wind biting at her skin. But the cold was nothing compared to the ache in her chest, the one that reminded her she was truly, irrevocably alone.

The northern cliffs were as treacherous as y/n had anticipated. The jagged terrain, biting winds, and freezing temperatures made every step a trial. Her days were spent navigating narrow paths carved into the mountainside, her sharp eyes scanning for signs of movement. At night, she set up meager camps, always alert for threats, her weapons and magic ready for use. Sleep came in fleeting moments, her instincts honed to the dangers lurking in the shadows.

It had been five days since she left the fortress. Five days of cold, isolation, and silence. She told herself that she didn’t mind the solitude—it was better than the suffocating weight of Lorcan’s words or the betrayal she’d felt when Maeve’s command echoed through the room.

Still, the mission felt… off. She’d found no sign of the rebel camp Maeve had described. The cliffside paths, though rugged, showed no indication of regular travel, and the forests below were eerily still. It was as if the cliffs themselves were abandoned, yet Maeve had insisted that rebels were causing disruption in the area.

“She sent me here for a reason,” y/n thought bitterly, though she wasn’t sure if it was to succeed or fail.

On the sixth day, y/n stumbled upon a narrow gorge that seemed to fit the description of a potential rebel hideout. The entrance was obscured by thick overgrowth, and the cliffs loomed high above, casting long shadows over the path. She hesitated, her instincts prickling. This was the first sign of anything remotely suspicious since she’d arrived.

Cautiously, she advanced, her sword unsheathed as her senses sharpened instinctively. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic. Blood.

She moved swiftly, keeping to the edges of the path. It led to a clearing—a small encampment, or what was left of one. The ground was littered with debris, tents torn apart, supplies scattered as if a storm had swept through. But it wasn’t a storm. The claw marks gouged into the rock told her that something—or someone—had done this.

Kneeling, she examined a broken weapon—a sword, its blade snapped in half. Blood stained the hilt, fresh enough that it hadn’t dried entirely. Her pulse quickened. She was being watched.

The sound of a snapping twig behind her made her whirl, sword raised, ready to strike—but nothing was there.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes boring into her from the shadows. She forced herself to stay calm, to think. If this was a rebel camp, they wouldn’t leave it undefended. If they were gone, where had they gone? And why did the destruction look staged?

Her heart sank as realization dawned. This wasn’t a rebel camp. This was a trap.

The first arrow whistled past her ear, embedding itself into the rock behind her. She ducked instinctively, rolling into a crouch as more arrows followed, peppering the ground where she’d stood. Her claws gleamed in the dim light as she shot forward, seeking cover behind a crumbled tent.

Voices echoed through the gorge—low, guttural commands that sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t see them yet, but they were closing in.

Y/n moved quickly, her breaths steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She darted from cover to cover, her sword slicing through any obstacle in her way. The first attacker emerged—a tall man clad in dark leathers, his face obscured by a hood. He lunged at her with a blade, but she sidestepped, her dark magic aimed right at his chest. He fell with a gurgled cry.

Another came from the right, and she barely dodged the strike aimed at her side. She spun, driving her small but sharp knife into his arm and kicking him backward. But for every one she took down, two more appeared.

Soon, she was surrounded.

Y/n fought like the rebel she was, every movement precise and lethal. She used the terrain to her advantage, leaping onto rocks and darting through narrow paths. 

But there were too many.

An arrow grazed her leg, the sharp pain momentarily throwing her off balance. A sword nicked her arm, blood staining her sleeve. Her breaths came heavier now, her strength waning.

One of the attackers—a burly man with a scar down his face—stepped forward, a cruel grin spreading across his features. “The Queen sends her regards,” he sneered, raising his blade.

Y/n’s heart sank. Maeve had sent her here to die.

The realization stole the last of her resolve. She faltered, just for a second, but it was enough.

The scarred man’s fist connected with her stomach, and she doubled over, the air knocked from her lungs. Before she could recover, another blow landed against her temple, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Her vision blurred, and the world tilted as she tried to push herself up. Hands grabbed her, wrenching her arms behind her back. She struggled, but she was too weak, too drained.

A final strike—a boot slamming into her ribs—left her gasping for air. The edges of her vision darkened, her body refusing to obey her commands.

As she was dragged to her knees, she heard the scarred man chuckle. “Tie her up. The Queen wants her alive—at least for now.”

Y/n’s head lolled to the side, her strength gone. The world around her faded into darkness, the sounds of her captors’ laughter echoing in her ears.

Her last thought before unconsciousness claimed her was bitter and raw.

She sent me here to die, and I have no one left to fight for.

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The first week of her absence, Lorcan told himself he was being irrational. She was skilled, ruthless even, and capable of handling herself. Maeve had sent her on this mission for a reason, and despite his misgivings, he trusted y/n to see it through. He buried his worry beneath grueling training sessions and the cold edge of duty, convincing himself that she would return victorious, her sharp wit ready to cut him down the moment he dared to question her ability.

By the second week, unease began to fester. There had been no word from her—no missives sent, no whispers of success or failure. Maeve brushed off his inquiries with a dismissive wave, her cold smile tightening when he pressed. “She’s completing her task, Lorcan. You wouldn’t dare doubt her, would you?”

The third week unraveled him. He had spent every waking moment pacing the grounds, his chest constricting with an unbearable weight. Nightmares plagued him when he did manage to sleep, visions of her broken body haunting his mind. He snapped at everyone—Gavriel, Fenrys, even Rowan—driving wedges into bonds already frayed by his aloofness.

Now, a full month had passed, and there was no room left for denial.

“She’s dead,” Fenrys growled, pacing the chamber like a caged wolf. “Or worse.” His golden eyes were wild, his usually jovial demeanor replaced with simmering fury. “We all know Maeve doesn’t send anyone on a mission like this without an ulterior motive.”

Gavriel sat at the table, his head bowed, his fists clenched. “We don’t know that,” he muttered, though his tone betrayed the hope he was struggling to hold onto.

Rowan leaned against the far wall, his sharp features carved with tension. “Have you noticed Maeve hasn’t mentioned her once since she left? Not a word about the mission or her progress. That’s deliberate.”

Lorcan stood apart from them, his back to the room, staring out the window at the moonlit forest. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, and his nails had bitten into his palms, drawing blood.

“She’s alive,” he said at last, his voice low and trembling with suppressed rage.

Fenrys stopped pacing, glaring at him. “You don’t know that. You have no idea what she’s endured out there—alone—while you stood by and let her go.”

The accusation struck like a blade, and Lorcan whirled around, his black eyes blazing. “You think I don’t know that?” he snarled. “You think I don’t feel it every second of every gods-damned day?”

The room fell silent, the air heavy with tension.

“What are you saying?” Gavriel asked, his voice cautious.

Lorcan’s hands trembled as he raked them through his hair, his composure shattering. “She’s my mate,” he admitted, the words spilling out like poison. “She’s my mate, and I let her go. I chose Maeve over her because I was too much of a coward to—” His voice broke, and he turned away, his shoulders heaving.

The silence that followed was deafening.

“You’re telling us this now?” Rowan’s voice was cold, laced with anger. “After she’s been missing for a month?”

“I thought she’d come back,” Lorcan said hoarsely. “I thought she’d be fine. She’s strong. She’s—” His voice cracked, and he slammed a fist against the wall. “I failed her. I failed her because I didn’t want to admit what she meant to me.”

Fenrys sneered, his rage barely contained. “And now she’s out there, suffering gods know what, because of you.”

Despite their anger, the Cadre couldn’t abandon her. She was one of their own—or at least, she had been before Maeve’s manipulations twisted their loyalties.

Rowan took charge, his strategic mind cutting through the chaos. “We’ll have to do this without Maeve finding out. If she even suspects we’re undermining her, she’ll punish us all.”

“And y/n,” Gavriel added grimly.

Lorcan barely heard them, his mind consumed with images of her—alone, wounded, dying. He couldn’t let himself think she might already be dead. If she was gone, the bond would have snapped, wouldn’t it? But it hadn’t. It was still there, faint but unbroken, like a fragile thread connecting him to her.

“We’ll start at the cliffs,” Rowan continued. “That’s where she was sent. If Maeve wanted her gone, she wouldn’t make it easy to find her body—or what’s left of it.”

Fenrys shot Lorcan a glare. “You’d better hope she’s alive, or I’ll make you wish you’d died with her.”

The journey to the cliffs was brutal, the terrain unforgiving. They traveled under the cover of night, avoiding Maeve’s spies and using every ounce of their combined skill to remain undetected.

They did not rest. Not even once. And even if they did, Lorcan knew that he would leave his brothers behind to find her. He would not rest until he found her. Hopefully, alive because if not....

Lorcan did not want to think about that and the hell he would raise if that were the case.

When they reached the cliffs, the sight that greeted them confirmed their worst fears. Blood stained the ground, long since dried, and the remnants of a camp lay scattered, eerily quiet.

“She was here,” Gavriel said, his voice tight with anguish.

Lorcan knelt, his fingers brushing the bloodied earth. It felt wrong—cold and empty, as if the life had been drained from the place. His chest tightened, and the bond tugged at him, faint but insistent.

“She’s close,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “She’s still alive.”

The Cadre exchanged wary glances, but they followed him deeper into the gorge, their weapons drawn.

They found her at dawn.

She was chained to a rock in a dark cavern, her body battered and broken. Her clothes were torn, her skin marred with bruises and cuts, and her breathing was shallow. Her once-bright eyes were closed, her face pale and gaunt.

Lorcan froze, his heart shattering at the sight.

“She’s alive,” Fenrys said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lorcan didn’t wait. He rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he broke the chains binding her. “y/n,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Please, wildling, wake up.”

Her eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, her gaze met his. There was no recognition in her eyes, only pain and exhaustion.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice breaking. “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As he cradled her broken body in his arms, the weight of his guilt crashed down on him. He had failed her in every way possible, but he wouldn’t fail her again.

“Let’s get her out of here,” Rowan said, his voice tight. “Before Maeve realizes what we’ve done.”

Lorcan nodded, his jaw set with determination. He would burn the world for her, tear it apart piece by piece if he had to.

And when Maeve found out, he would be ready.

Lorcan cradled y/n against his chest as they made their way out of the cavern, her body limp and fragile in his arms. Her shallow breathing was the only reassurance he had that she was still alive. His every instinct screamed at him to run, to put as much distance as possible between them and this gods-forsaken place, but he knew better. They weren’t safe yet.

The bond tugged at him, a faint but insistent reminder of her fragility. It was his lifeline now, urging him forward through the oppressive darkness of the cliffs.

Rowan took point, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows ahead. Gavriel brought up the rear, his sword drawn and his senses on high alert. Fenrys prowled beside Lorcan, his golden eyes flashing with barely-contained fury.

“She’s too quiet,” Fenrys muttered, his voice low and tense. “We need to move faster.”

“She’s breathing,” Lorcan snapped, though his voice wavered. “That’s all that matters right now.”

The moment they stepped out of the cavern into the pale light of dawn, the attack came.

A hail of arrows rained down from the cliffs above, forcing them to scatter. Lorcan twisted his body, shielding y/n with his own as he dove behind a jagged boulder.

“Move!” Rowan barked, his wind magic deflecting the arrows with a gust that sent them clattering harmlessly to the ground.

The enemy poured down the rocky slopes—Maeve’s minions, cloaked in shadow and armed to the teeth. Their feral grins gleamed in the dim light, their eyes alight with cruel intent.

“They know we have her!” Fenrys shouted, drawing his twin blades.

Gavriel let out a low growl, his lion-like strength cutting through the first wave of attackers. “We’ll have to fight our way out!”

Lorcan’s grip on y/n tightened as he pressed his back against the boulder, his mind racing. He couldn’t fight—not with her in his arms—but he also couldn’t let her go.

Rowan appeared at his side, his ice-blue eyes blazing. “Can you hold them off while I take her?”

“No,” Lorcan snapped. The thought of letting her out of his grasp was unbearable. “You clear the path. I’ll carry her.”

Rowan hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Stay close.”

Chaos erupted as the cadre launched themselves into the fray. Rowan’s wind and ice magic tore through the ranks of their attackers, sending bodies flying into the jagged rocks. Fenrys moved like a shadow, his blades flashing as he cut down anyone who got too close. Gavriel fought with brutal precision, his strikes swift and lethal.

But their enemies kept coming, waves of them spilling out of the cliffs like a swarm.

Lorcan’s every step was a battle. He ducked and weaved through the melee, his muscles burning from the effort of carrying y/n’s dead weight while avoiding strikes. His sword remained sheathed—his focus was entirely on her.

“Lorcan, behind you!” Fenrys shouted.

Lorcan twisted just in time to see a dagger aimed at his back. He snarled, releasing a pulse of his power that sent the attacker sprawling. The effort cost him, though—his legs trembled as he stumbled forward, the weight of y/n and his exhaustion dragging him down.

A group of Maeve’s soldiers broke through Rowan’s defenses, their eyes locked on Lorcan and y/n.

“Over my dead body,” Lorcan growled, shifting her weight slightly as he braced himself for the charge.

But before they could reach him, a silver blur streaked past—Fenrys. He leapt into the fray, his movements a deadly dance as he tore through the soldiers with savage efficiency.

“You’re slowing us down,” Fenrys barked as he dispatched the last of them.

“Shut up and fight,” Lorcan snarled back.

Rowan’s sharp whistle cut through the chaos. “Now! Move!”

The cadre regrouped, their enemies momentarily scattered. Rowan’s magic formed a protective barrier of ice and wind, giving them a few precious seconds to retreat.

“We’re not going to hold them off forever,” Gavriel warned as they sprinted toward the treeline.

“We just need to make it far enough to lose them,” Rowan said, though his tone was grim.

Lorcan’s chest burned with every breath, but he didn’t stop. Y/n’s head lolled against his shoulder, her face pale and bloodied. Hold on, he willed her silently. Just hold on.

As they reached the forest, Rowan dropped the barrier, and the group plunged into the shadows of the trees. The dense undergrowth slowed their pursuers, giving the cadre a chance to put some distance between them.

“We need to split up,” Rowan said. “Fenrys, take Gavriel and lead them away. Lorcan and I will take y/n and head for the rendezvous point.”

Fenrys opened his mouth to argue, but a single look from Rowan silenced him.

“Go,” Rowan ordered.

With a growl, Fenrys and Gavriel peeled off, drawing the enemy’s attention.

The silence that followed was deafening. Only the sound of Lorcan’s ragged breathing and the faint rustle of leaves broke the stillness as he and Rowan made their way deeper into the forest.

When they finally stopped, Lorcan sank to his knees, cradling y/n as though she might disappear if he let go.

“She’s alive,” Rowan said, though his voice was heavy with doubt. “But barely.”

Lorcan couldn’t respond. His hands trembled as he brushed a strand of blood-matted hair from her face. Guilt and rage warred within him, threatening to consume him whole.

“We’ll get her back,” Rowan said, his voice firm. “But you need to keep it together.”

Lorcan’s jaw tightened as he looked up at Rowan. “If she dies…” His voice broke, and he couldn’t finish the sentence.

“She won’t,” Rowan said, his eyes fierce. “Not if we have anything to say about it.”

Lorcan nodded, swallowing hard as he forced himself to his feet. He wouldn’t let her die. Not like this. Not when he had failed her so utterly.

And Maeve… Maeve would pay for this.

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The first thing Y/N registered was the scent of wood smoke and herbs, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of rain-soaked soil. The air was warm, almost stifling, and it felt heavier than it should have. Her body ached with a dull, persistent throb, as though she had been wrung out and left to dry.

She blinked against the dim light filtering through a small, cracked window, her vision swimming before settling on the modest, cramped interior of a hut. The walls were made of rough-hewn logs, the roof thatched, and a single table sat in the corner, cluttered with vials and bandages.

Where am I?

The thought was fleeting, overridden by a sudden awareness of weight—solid, grounding, and entirely foreign—pressing against her. She shifted slightly, hissing at the pull of her tender muscles, and turned her head to look down.

Her breath caught.

Lorcan.

His head was resting on her stomach, his dark hair falling in unruly strands over his face. His massive frame was hunched over, as though even in sleep, he couldn’t quite relax. One arm was draped over her waist, the other gripping the edge of the makeshift bed she lay on. His hold was tight, almost desperate, as if he feared she would vanish if he let go.

For a moment—a fleeting, fragile moment—something in her chest softened. He looked so unlike himself, so vulnerable and human, and it was a stark contrast to the cold, stoic warrior she knew.

But then it all came rushing back.

The mission. The ambush. The betrayal. His cruel words.

Her face hardened, and a sharp burst of anger surged through her. How dare he?

Without thinking, she raised her hand and swatted the back of his head.

Lorcan jolted awake instantly, his head snapping up as his body went rigid, his instincts kicking in. His hand reached for a weapon that wasn’t there, his eyes wild and dark, scanning for danger.

Then his gaze landed on her, and he froze.

“Y/N?” His voice was a hoarse whisper, raw with disbelief.

Her eyes, dull and tired, met his. “Surprised to see me alive?” she asked, her tone cutting but drained of its usual bite.

Relief flooded his features, followed quickly by a maelstrom of emotions she couldn’t decipher—shock, guilt, anger at himself, and something she wasn’t ready to name.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, as though saying it aloud would make it real.

“No thanks to you,” she muttered, shifting uncomfortably as she tried to sit up.

“Don’t,” he said quickly, his hands moving to steady her. “You’re not ready—”

“I’m fine,” she snapped, shrugging him off.

She wasn’t fine. Her body screamed in protest, and her head swam, but she forced herself upright, ignoring the way his hands hovered near her, ready to catch her if she faltered.

“Where are we?” she asked, her voice clipped.

Lorcan cleared his throat, straightening as he rubbed the back of his neck. “A healer’s hut. A friend of Fenrys’—a trusted one. It’s safe here, for now.”

“For now,” she repeated bitterly. Her gaze swept the room, noting its sparse furnishings and the faint smell of damp wood.

“You’ve been unconscious for two weeks,” Lorcan continued cautiously, as if afraid of her reaction. “We’ve been... waiting for you to wake up.”

“Two weeks,” she echoed, her tone flat. “And where are the others?”

“Rowan and Gavriel went back to ensure Maeve hasn’t caught on to our escape, or atleast somehow keep the situation stable.” he explained. “Fenrys stayed with us.”

“Of course, Fenrys did.” She exhaled sharply, leaning back against the headboard.

Lorcan flinched at her tone but didn’t argue. “I—”

“You what?” she interrupted, her eyes narrowing. “What could you possibly have to say, Lorcan?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he might retreat behind his usual walls. But then he surprised her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and rough. “For everything.”

She didn’t respond immediately. She didn’t have the energy to yell or argue, not anymore. She just looked at him, her expression unreadable.

“You said Maeve was your queen,” she said quietly, her voice devoid of emotion. “You said you’d always choose her over me. So why are you here, Lorcan?”

He flinched as if she’d struck him. “I was wrong,” he said, his voice breaking. “I was so gods-damned wrong. And I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness—hells, I don’t even deserve to be here. But I—” He hesitated, his hands curling into fists. “I couldn’t lose you. Not like that.”

Her laugh was hollow, devoid of humor. “Congratulations, Lorcan. You didn’t lose me. But what’s left of me isn’t much, so I hope you’re satisfied.”

Her words hit him like a blow, and the guilt in his eyes deepened. “Don’t say that,” he whispered.

“Why not?” she asked, her voice rising slightly. “It’s true. I’m tired, Lorcan. I’m tired of fighting, tired of trying, tired of—” She broke off, her hands trembling as she clenched the blanket.

Lorcan dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hands hovering near hers but not quite touching. “I know I hurt you,” he said, his voice trembling. “I know I failed you. And I’ll never forgive myself for that. But please, y/n... please don’t give up. Not now. Not when you’re here, alive.”

She looked away, her jaw tight, her expression unreadable.

“I’ll fix this,” he said desperately. “I don’t know how, but I’ll fix it. I’ll keep you safe. I swear it on my life.”

“Words,” she muttered, her tone laced with exhaustion. “They’re just words, Lorcan.”

He bowed his head, his shoulders sagging under the weight of her dismissal. But he didn’t leave. He stayed there, on his knees, as though the very act of being near her was penance.

And for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy, oppressive, and filled with everything they couldn’t bring themselves to say.

Eventually, she lay back down, turning her face away from him. “I wish to be alone.”

He nodded, his throat working as he forced himself to his feet. “I’ll be right here,” he said softly, retreating to his chair.

She didn’t respond, and as her breathing evened out, Lorcan watched her, his heart breaking anew. He had been a fool, and now the woman who held his soul was a shadow of herself. Someone who just went through so much trauma while he sat aside and watched it happen.

His y/n was gone, the female in front of him was an empty shell.

And it was all his fault.

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[da-man-si]

This is going to be a long post.

I knew it already but MDL is no place for having civil discourse. I swear all the holier-than-thous who are offended and triggered by every damn thing that doesn’t fall inside the purview of their morality gather on that website. It’s like the Twitter of drama world.

Anyway, here are my two cents on Lu Jiaxue. He is a fucking intimidating and overbearing creep. He has no ounce of respect for personal space and no qualms with manhandling a girl almost half his size. He has violent tendencies and is evil. He has done evil things in the past and continues to do more evil things including the ones that are done to cover up the past evil things. He is no misunderstood antagonist. But does this mean that we cannot like him as a character? Or does liking him mean that there must be something inherently wrong with us? It’s a waste of time and energy to elaborately answer those questions, so I am not going to do that— because normal people with functioning brains already know the answer.

Back to Lu Jiaxue, I mentioned to @dangermousie that, in my opinion based on my observations so far, LJX’s character shows the sinister side of the “evil bad boy who is nice to only one girl and hates everybody else” trope when the perspective is changed. When he was blind and in captivity in his brother’s house, he found comfort and hope in Xu Meimei and fell in love with her. Xu Meimei was murdered, so the “only one girl” part of the above-mentioned trope is gone. What remains is “evil bad boy” and “hates everybody else”. That’s exactly what he has been doing, and by that I don’t mean that he goes around killing people because in comparison to the other extreme examples of this trope, he hasn’t ruthlessly killed people so far in the drama (he is still evil though) and is caring towards his nephew and his side kick guy.

He has been a brute with Yining and this is where the sinister side of that trope comes in because aside from Xu Meimei, he is going to be like this with others. I don’t think he is trying to get her to become his girlfriend/wife or anything. He is a freak and, I mentioned this as well to Mousie, he is able to sense a faint smell of Xu Meimei coming from the Luo house and is highly suspicious of Yining. The suspicions have progressively elevated during the course of the so far released 24 episodes, but he has never been sure (hence the call for Song Ziyue to be brought to the capital). And he is a dumb bitch for not telling Yining what exactly had happened back then at the cliff, because it doesn’t matter whether Yining is Xu Meimei or not, he should’ve told her, especially when she lied to him about her maid being the one who liked him back then. But the proud, egotistic and evil side of him won’t let him do that. That’s a skill issue and that’s all on him. This is why in this narrative and this set up, he will always be inferior to San Ge.

For all the bad things he’s done, to Chen Jiuheng, to Song Family, to Yining (not Xu Meimei) and to LSY, he must face the consequences. I am hoping for an ending where he is lonely and regretful. Regretful especially towards Yining because he lost her once before, then he couldn’t recognize her despite the suspicions, manhandled her and tried to harm her family. I want his ship to sink and I will sink with it, as I’ve said previously. He is such a would’ve, could’ve, should’ve character. As @renewedmotionforjudgment mentioned in their post (https://www.tumblr.com/renewedmotionforjudgment/764985411856744448/am-i-writing-au-canon-divergence-fanfic-for-the), there are lots of what ifs.

I am a basic girl who likes fiction and he is a fictional man, so I am going to say that despite the million toxic and alarming flaws, some of the things he does are simply delicious (to me)— Intimidating guy soft for one girl (Xu Meimei), exterminated the entire family of the girl who murdered his Meimei, learned how to make dolls because Meimei said so, has been making dolls religiously in her memory, has been searching for her for years refusing to believe she could be dead, his evil senior guy asks him to not fail again in their evil deeds but he comes home and the first thing he orders his subordinate is to bring the person who can confirm his Meimei is alive or not.

Overall, what I am saying is that I like this character. People on MDL playing morality police and attacking anyone who says even remotely positive things about LJX need to get off their high horse and touch some grass. That's all.

[lia-loves-youu]

A little more ~ Seonghwa x Reader

Notes (please read): So hello y’all<33 This is my first fanfic AND English is not my first language, so I really hope it won’t be too bad helpp- It’s based on “A Little More” by Lim Jisoo, please listen to it, it’s such an underrated song and I’ve been listening to it soo much lately :> I’ll try to sneak a few lyrics in, so if you listen to the song while/before reading, you can maybe hear the lyrics replay in your head (I’ll most likely change them up a bit so they don’t sound so weird tho)<3 Also, if you like this, please try to boost it so I can gain reach a bit faster, I’m really afraid that this will flop TvT I’ll also reply to every comment, so if you have something to say, please go ahead<33

pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x fem! reader

warnings: fluff so teeth rotting, it has you ready for a dentist visit, pretty cheesy, swearing, toxic friends (no physical harm), reader is sometimes talking to herself, everything goes pretty fast

tropes: love at first note, (implied) one true love

word count: 3512

summary: Seonghwa is out with his friends for a fun karaoke night, but when he returns from the toilet, he walks by a room out of which a beautiful song, well, rather a beautiful voice comes and fills his whole body (let’s just ignore that these rooms should be soundproof). Not finding the courage to ask the dark silhouette standing in the karaoke room for the song name, he writes a message on a tissue and slides it under the door.

Here’s the link for the song again<3

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'~'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Fast steps fill the hallway. The dark haired man is searching for the karaoke room he and his friends booked, but suddenly he slows down and finds himself standing in front of a door. It’s not the one to the room his friends are in, but the intriguing voice which makes its way to his ears seems to stop him. His curious eyes are searching through the darkness of the room to finally see the silhouette of a girl standing in front of the karaoke machine, her back turned towards Seonghwa. Almost in a trance, he listens to the relaxing music complimenting your voice perfectly. Should he ask you for the song name? He wishes he could, but he can’t find the courage to knock on the door in front of him and interrupt you. His eyes proceed to search for any other way to ask for the song, or even your name, and luck seems to be on his side today. Quickly grabbing a tissue and a pen - which some staff member probably dropped as they were in a hurry - he scribbles a few sentences on the fabric. After sliding it through the small gap under the door, he quickly stands up and continues on his way back to his friends, the melody not leaving his head.

~

“No fucking way.” “Yes I knowww, I’m sosososo sorry again! We’ll make it up to you next time, yeah? Really!” Not even a second later the call ends. You stare at the now dark phone screen, laughing and huffing in disbelief. Your “friends” just cancelled your plans. Again. You already rented the karaoke room for three hours for you and your friends and just finished with the first song so you can warm your voice up a bit, but it looks like your friends had better plans. You wouldn’t be so disappointed if this was the first time, if you weren’t paying with your own money and if this wasn’t one of the most expensive karaoke places your friends had picked without even asking about your opinion. But unfortunately that’s the case.

Before the tears could even begin to fill your eyes, you already grab your stuff and storm to the door. Almost reaching the door handle, you suddenly slip and fall, while a short scream exits your mouth. “Ouch, what the-“, you look down to your and stop mid sentence, noticing the item which made your body meet the floor so painfully. You reach for the small tissue and turn on your phone’s flashlight to make words written in a neat and elegant handwriting out:

Your voice is so pretty and unique, could you please tell me which song you were singing? I mean the one with the calming melody

Blinking dumbfounded, you reread the note. “Telling them which song I was singing-? How am I supposed to do that, no name, no telephone number. At least I only sang one song, so I know which one they mean”, you murmur. After reading the note a third time, a smile slowly creeps onto your lips. It’s not the fact that you don’t know who this wrote, but rather how they complimented you. It clears your bad mood up a bit and you feel the need to tell them the song name, however that’s supposed to work.

“What am I supposed to doooo”, you let yourself sink into your sheets, talking to none other than yourself. You would’ve called one of your super cool friends, but after the countless instagram stories they had posted, dancing and drinking in some pub after having to sadly call your plans off again, you quickly gave up on the idea. At this point you would’ve already confronted them, but considering that they were the only people you talk to in and outside of school, you’re too afraid to be blamed and left out even more, loosing all the remaining social contacts you try so desperately to keep.

Suddenly a thought crosses your mind. It might seem a bit unlikely to happen, but what if the ominous person shows up at the karaoke place tomorrow too? You turn around, now lying on your back and sigh: “It’s a try worth, right? Which room did I have today? 127? 143? NONO it was definitely 119.” You don’t even know why you’re so touched by this stupid little message, but the thought of having someone you really share something with (unlike your friends) just doesn’t plan to leave your mind anytime soon.

~

The next day at school passes regularly, excluding how you try to avoid your friend group, walking through hallways they probably never ever seen before, skipping lunch and keeping your head down, hoping that they won’t even try to look for you. Luckily you also caught the first bus after school ended, so there are almost no people you’re already familiar with. A relived sigh exiting your lips you drop on an empty seat and close your eyes, already worried about the next day.

“Excuse me? Could I please rent room 119?” You smile awkwardly, recognising the receptionist from yesterday. He looks at you hesitantly, you can almost hear him ask if you will also leave two and a half hours early and without the three people which supposedly should’ve joined you, but he doesn’t. Instead he smiles and tells you that the room is already taken. “Oh please wait, he reserved for two people, you had the room yesterday too right?” Now that he said it so blunt your cheeks start to light up. You mumble a little yes and try to look as unaffected as possible, which quickly becomes irrelevant after realising the boy, as you just found out, probably reserved for the both of you and that he’s waiting in exactly the room you had, like he knew you’d think the same way as him. “Uhm yes?” “Great, follow me please- Or can you find the room again?” Politely declining, you turn around and quickly walk towards the door, trying to suppress a wide smile from your lips.

“Ahhh what should I say to him noww?” You nervously tap your foot on the ground and stare holes into the door. Shaking your head and after taking a deep breath you swing the door open, just for the air to be knocked out of your lungs again: The boy, who’s just sitting on the couch, if without doubt the most gorgeous and elegant person you’ve ever laid your eyes on. “Oh, so you must be the girl from yesterday?” “…” “Are… you alright?” Suddenly awaking from your trance, you blink and start to splutter a bit: “Ehh yeah- Yes that’s me, uhm my name is yn, yours?” He starts smiling - which makes your heart bounce and cheeks uncontrollably light up - and tells you his name in return. ‘Park Seonghwa’, a world stopping beauty with a pretty name, if his personality’s as good as the rest, you’re ready to sign him up for marriage on the spot. Not being able to stop smiling, you sit down beside him after asking for his approval and start a little conversation.

At first it was a bit awkward of course, but after you found a good topic, you both loosen up and seem like you won’t be able to stop talking and laughing together, like you’ve been friends for years. The hours vanish like seconds and neither of you realise how late it has gotten.

A sudden knock stops you from continuing your rant about people who chew with their mouth open, and Seonghwa takes a glance at the clock. „Oh shit we were supposed to get out of here like half a hour ago!“ After processing what he just said, you quickly get up, grab your stuff and sprint to the door, the tall boy right behind you. Bowing and excusing yourself you walk past the staff member and out of the building.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t look at the time.“ You turn and look at the cute apologetic look on his face. Not being able to prevent it, you chuckle and tell him that it’s alright. His face instantly relaxes and he laughs with you. „Do you want me to walk you home? It’s already so dark and I’m a bit worried about you“, he offers sweetly. „I have to go by bus, I really don’t want you to take a detour just because of me.“ „Oh! I have to go by bus too! We can at least walk to the station together, if we don’t even have too take the same bus!” ‘If he doesn’t stop smiling so cutely like that I’m seriously going to cry’ Instead of actually saying what you just thought, you return his little grin and just nod.

The walk is a bit calmer and a comfortable silence encases the both of you (I hope I can say it like that?) “Soo which bus do you have to take?” You tell him an he starts to smile, telling you he has to take the same one - which he in fact doesn’t, but the thought of you being alone in the dark has him feeling a bit off. If he would feel like that about other people too? Probably, but his feelings and thought are also oddly different when he’s with you.

Chitchatting a bit about this and that, the bus arrives and you continue your conversation after sitting down.

“Oh, I have to get off at the next stop”, you pout a bit and watch a frown appear on his face as those words leave your lips. “Do you really don’t want me to walk you home?” You try to show him the warmest and most assuring smile you have and tell him how your house is only two minutes away from the stop, which seems to calm him down. “Ah by the way! I forgot to tell you the song name, it’s-“ “No stop, tell me next time okay?”, he interrupts you swiftly. “Next time?” “If you’re willing to give me one?” You chuckle: “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Maybe?” You gently, jokingly punch his chest and start to already see your station in the distance. “Then I guess you better take my phone number now before I have to get off.” He pulls his phone out and opens it, already showing “add a new contact” on the screen, like he waited for you to give him your number. After you quickly filled the boxes in, you return the phone to him and stand up. “Text me then!”, you grin and walk out of the already opened doors.

The grin doesn’t leave your face until you drift away in the warm embrace of your bed, neither does the one on Seonghwa’s lips, even though he has to drive the whole way back and further now.

~

The days where you don’t see your sweet new friend feel endless, standing up at ungodly times, classes are even more boring, spending every damn break on the school’s roof to avoid your other friends, going home, doing the homework, eating, studying, sleeping and everything repeats again. Luckily there was only one day where you didn’t get to meet up. You only meet for lunch because school days are too busy, but today is Friday, which makes you unusually happy. Of course you’re always excited for Fridays, but this time it just feels more special.

You grin relieved, finally throwing your jacket off and jumping on the couch.

Hwa [2:47]

Are you free today?

Do you wanna meet up at my place? I don’t wanna go out to our cafe today :(

Your grin grows even wider.

Me [2:47]

Yeah ofc!! Do you live far from me? Can I go there by bike?

You don’t even wait for an answer before you already run towards your wardrobe, searching for your favourite outfit.

Hwa [2:49]

I’ll just send you the location

Should I pick you up tho?

| location attached |

You really can’t stop smiling like crazy and you also can’t tell why it makes you so happy that he asked if he should pick you up. “He’s so gentle and caring… Why didn’t I meet more people like him? Life would’ve been so much easier if I had some real friends- I should really stop thinking about them. I should rather ask how I deserved to meet Hwa. Okay, which hairstyle do I go for tho?”

After you’re done with your outfit and everything, you get your stuff together and pull your shoes on.

Me [3:00]

Nono I’ll just go by bus, don’t worry :D

“…Huh? That’s definitely not how he got home last time, I was the first one to leave and we took the same bus. Ahh I shouldn’t worry about it now as long as I’ll arrive at his home”, you mumble, looking at the route while waiting at the station. Just as the bus stops, “A little more” starts to play in your earphones, making you smile subconsciously. ‘Ahh I still didn’t tell Hwa the song name, the week was just so busy I forgot about it… I really have to do it today.‘

Just as you took the first ten steps out of the bus, your whole body stops moving, your hands drop and everything starts to turn, but not the people in front of you. “Ohh if that isn’t our sweet, dearest little yn. Do you maybe want to… I don’t know, apologise? Why are you not answering our messages and leaving us alone in the breaks? Girl this is literally so annoying, you know?“

You don’t move, neither do you speak, which visibly makes the girl in front of you angry. ”So, listen you stupid fucking-“

“Uhm, excuse me please”, the group turns around, moving aside for Seonghwa to walk towards you and ask with a cute little smile, “Do we wanna go in now? I was kinda worried you might wouldn’t find my apartment, so I’m her now.” You’re still not able to answer, but your friend already starts to talk again: “Oh my god who are you?” She eyes him up and down and grins stupidly. “So you’re friends with yn? Why didn’t you introduce us before? Don’t keep your handsome friends to yourself yn, are you single by the way, mr. handsome? I’m free this weekend by the way hihi.” Disgustedly raising his eyebrow at this horrible attempt to flirt, he looks down at your face, which finally shows some type of reaction. “If you excuse me-“, Seonghwa says still softly and gently grabs your hand, guiding you through the group and quickly to a building. “Wait, you forgot to give me your number!” Rolling his eyes he closes the door which he just opened for you both and walks to an elevator.

The silence is slightly awkward, but addressing the elephant in the room right now would’ve made it worse.

“You can leave your shoes and jacket here, do you want a glass of water?” You shake your head and smile at him, which he returns and your cheeks warm up. His smile always makes you feel all fuzzy inside, which is in fact not the greatest sign, falling in love with the only person you have right now was definitely not on your bucket list for this year. “Do you want to watch a movie with me? I think I still have popcorn left! Wait, let me see real quick.” As he walks away, he makes little happy jumps which results in him looks even more adorable than he always is. Your checks turn even redder and you’re sure you’ll never recover from this while slowly following him.

Seonghwa is already rummaging through a cabinet when you reach the kitchen, a few strands of his long black hair falling on his concentrated face, making you chuckle quietly. He looks up at you, his doe eyes making your legs weak, and smirks: “God you’re red, are you fine? I found the popcorn by the way, do you want it sweet or salty?” You clear your throat, lowering your head and telling him your preference. Still laughing he continues.

“Okayy it should be ready in 15 minutes, let’s pick out the movie now.“ You follow him to the living room, where he sits down on the couch and starts to scroll through Netflix. After you just stood there for a few seconds he turns his gaze to you and pouts, which makes your face burn again. “Why aren’t you sitting down? Are you really okay-? I’m starting to get worried, I should measure your temperature.” You wanted to stop him, but it was already too late as he gets up and suddenly presses his forehead against yours. “Uhmm I’m pretty sure you don’t measure temperature like that”, you manage to mutter, but he just laughs and lets his head fall from your forehead onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and giving you the warmest hug in forever. It feels special and caring, not like you didn’t expect that his hugs were like this or if you weren’t hoping to get one of them every single day, but the way his hands rest on your back and caress you so gently makes your body long for him more and more.

After standing like this for several seconds, Seonghwa slowly gets away from you, hesitantly asking: “Do you think you could… You know, tell me about who these people were and what they did to you? It’s nagging me since I saw your horrified face back then.” You look at his worried expression but don’t answer.

“I know it’s hard to trust me, that’s alright, considering how we don’t know each other for that long yet. I’ll wait for you, tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’m here with open arms.” You can’t help but chuckle, making Seonghwa’s gorgeous face clear up. “Okay okay Hwa, I’ll tell you. Let’s sit down though, if that’s alright.” He nods and wraps a blanket around you after you’ve made yourself comfortable on the pillowy couch.

You really try to hold the tears back while telling him anything in detail, but bringing all the memories and emotions back is just too much. Usually you don’t cry that easily and definitely not in presence of other people, but all the denied feelings break down on you. You lower your head, hoping the man in front of you wouldn’t notice, but of course he does anyways. Slowly bringing his soft hand up to your face, he swipes your tears away and strokes your cheek: “Don’t worry and please don’t cry, I guess you at least have me now, right? Shhh please don’t cry, c’mere.” Carefully skidding over to you he pulls you in another hug, this time it’s even harder for you to not completely loose yourself in his embrace.

As less tears drop on his neck and your muffled sobs get quieter, he assures: “I’ll be your best friend. I’ll always be there for you and never do such things as your stupid little ex-friends. I’ll be everything you ever wanted and won’t hesitate to hold your hand.”

You burry your head deeper in the crook of his neck and take all your courage together: “I don’t want you to be my best friend”, Seonghwa’s body tenses up and you notice a quiet “oh” from above you, “I want you to be more than that.” You sit up, looking at Seonghwa’s sweet eyes. “I know this all happened way too fast, but I couldn’t hold myself, you’re just too… perfect. I never had someone like you and after being alone for so long, you were just like a savior. I can’t really explain what I feel, but I hope you understand. I’m always on top of the world, because of you. All those little ‘dates’ just made me realise how important you already are for me. Seonghwa, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Silence. You don’t look at him anymore, gaze directed on your hands before your crossed legs. You can feel that you tear up again, so you press your eyes shut.

You suddenly feel hands on yours, which kind of startles you. “Please look at me, yn.” Sullenly you look up to meet his deep, dark eyes. “I know what you mean and feel. And I feel the same way. I think of you so often and my day is just not complete without having some kind of conversation with you, please, stay by my side. Forever. And come closer please, I want to hug you again.”

You two spend the rest of the day with eating the popcorn and watching Star Wars, Seonghwa also proudly showed you his Lego collection and cuddled with you until you both were about to drift into sleep. “Oh, by the way, the song I sung was ‘A little more’ by Lim Jisoo”, you manage to mutter before falling asleep.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'~'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Please don’t kill me if this was shit<3

[moccahobi]

November & December Reads

November and December have been months full of work, rest, and exploration! As part of my goal to read more fanfic intentionally and give more reviews to what I read, I’ve decided to start making some rec posts. While I am a slow reader, I really enjoyed reading all these fics! They range from simple and short comfort fics to complex stories with strong messages! I hope you all enjoy them as much as I did!

Note: if I'm in the middle of series, I've not included it as I want to give an overall review once I finish it~

BTS MxR Fics

You Suck! (Seokjin x Reader) ( @ugh-yoongi on tumblr)

or, the one where everything goes very wrong but a lot more goes very right

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex work, a teeny-tiny bit of angst, jin takes dick pics on a polaroid (canon), one very purposely awkward smut scene that includes: slight praise kink, unprotected sex, oral, kissing

NSFW

18.3k

Super comedic, fluffy, Vampire AU

This was such a good comedic fic! I struggled to put it down and found myself leaving it in a better mood. If you like supernatural aus and crave some comedy, this is such a great fic to read! The lore for this world is well built and very well sprinkled throughout the fic! A wonderful read!

All of Our Yesterdays (Taehyung x Reader) ( @toikiii on tumblr)

You meant to deal with this alone, it’s what you’re used to. But Taehyung won’t let you feel bad about it.

Warnings: reader coming out of a panic/anxiety attack (not specified), the tactics taehyung uses to help you are ones that help me although they will not apply to everyone

SFW

.5k

Angst, fluff, no AU

A short and cathartic story of the reader having a panic/anxiety attack and Taehyung comforting them. It really hit close to home with how I like to be helped with panic attacks and was such a nice read. If you want something quick and comforting, this is a good read!

Forever (Seokjin x Reader) ( @oddinary4bts on tumblr)

Three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

Warnings: alcohol consumption, oc and jin fight a lot and don’t talk enough, oc gets wounded on a nail, a bunch of nostalgia and regrets. explicit content: choking kink, grinding, a little bit of tits play, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dom!jin, big dick!jin, protected sex

NSFW

25.2k

Angst, fluff, happy ending, Idol AU

Gah! Do you want your heart torn out and mended back together? Omgggggg. This is the fic for you! It’s such a long journey that keeps you on your toes. I got frustrated, got sad, got sentimental, got excited. It is all so wonderful! A great read!

The Heart Of A Demon (Seokjin  x Reader) ( @meirkive on tumblr)

Your roommate just wanted to revive her plants, so how come you have a forked-tongue demon in your kitchen, now?”

Warnings: religious topics such as angels, demons and hell. drinking alcohol and getting tipsy, weed (only mentioned), suggestive talking/talking of sex, light groping, some toxic behaviours such as stalking, snakes, brief mention of a tiny injury, brief mention of blood and licking it, sexual assault

NSFW

37.1k 

Fluff, Angst, Paranormal/Horror, Demon AU

I don’t think I can stress enough how enjoyable this slice of life is! It truly is such an amazing slice of life with a supernatural twist! There’s a touch of angst and darker themes and tons of great humor! I am such a sucker for slice of life and if you are too, this is a wonderful read!

To Catch a Dream (Yoongi x Reader) ( @kookstempo​ on tumblr)

A domestic idol Yoongi fic!

Warnings: recreational drinking and mentions of hangovers

Fairly SFW

2.7k

Fluff, Idol AU, Slice of Life

DOMESTIC YOONGI! DOMESTIC YOONGI! Catch me so excited about domestic Idol AUs. I love them so much. The idea of finding domestic and sweet moments in their busy lives is something I think about a ton and if you enjoy those sorts of moments too (or think about them a lot), this fic opens a fun window into the ways in which one could find those sweet moments. It’s an adorable story about an established relationship and finding time for each other, a perfect and sweet read!

A Gift for You and Me (Yoongi x Reader) ( @toikiii​ on tumblr)

When your ex shows up at your door on Christmas Eve, how will you react?

Warnings: None

SFW

1407 words

Fluff, light Angst, Exes 2 Lovers, No real AU

Holiday fics are so fun! Seasonal fics generally are! There is so much diversity in them too! If you’re a fun of Exs2L and happy endings, READ THIS! As the summary hints, it’s a short and sweet fic about celebrating Christmas with your ex and it does wonders with such a few words. Dae manages to get running motifs and some good jokes in which is so impressive! Please give Dae much love!

Santae Baby (Taehyung x Reader) ( @vsualitae​ on tumblr)

Writing Santae Clause a letter for Christmas.

Warnings:  explicit language, mention of getting knocked up, pure crack, super dumb, bad jokes, humour out the window, mentions of daddy issues and running a red light

NSFW

507 words

Comedy

This fic came about from a nice inside joke! It’s all jokes and so hilarious! From quick laughs, pick-me-ups, amazing puns, and a cute and mature christmas letter, this is a great story to read and laugh with! It doesn’t take itself seriously (an important thing for humor fics). Please read it if you enjoy fun short stories!!!

BTS MXM Fics

Lemonade Man (Hoseok x Seokjin) (AO3)

Hoseok has a semi mid-life crisis while on shift, which gets interrupted by a strange guy walking into the shop. Turns out they both have crises.

Warnings: No warnings apply

SFW

1.8k

Comedy, Fluff

If you want/need a quick pick-me-up, READ THIS! It’s a quick read but SUCH A GOOD READ! It’s sweet and comedic and really just left me in such a happy mood. My mind has been running wild about what 2Seok might be up to now after this story. 

The Art of Pretend (Hoseok x Seokjin) ( @ughseoks on tumblr)

An AU in which Hoseok is embarrassingly bad at first dates and Seokjin takes it upon himself to fix it. 

Warnings: swearing, innuendos, a Smidge of angst, overall stupidity, secondhand embarrassment probably

SFW

4.7k

Fluff, comedy

If you like fun fake dating AUs, this is such a fun and cute fic! Hoseok is such an accident prone baby on first dates and the practice dates we see are sooo funny! It flows well and is so easy to inhale in one sitting.  

A Spell That Reminds Me of You (Jungkook x Jimin) (AO3)

"To Park Jimin, High wizard of the Northern Kingdom, Enchanter & Spellcaster of the court. You are hereby invited to attend this year’s autumnal celebrations. Please note that your presence, as well as your counterpart’s, has been requested as part of your duties to the Crown." So the rumor is true. The Southern Kingdom has a new High wizard. It’s just that there is an order to things, a status quo Jimin has been used to, and the arrival of fresh blood is never a good sign.

Warnings: death/near death (no named character dies but they do come close), sex, nongraphic violence

NSFW

49k

Fluff, angst, fantasy, Enchanters AU, rivals to lovers

DO YOU LIKE FANTASY? DO YOU LIKE ROMANCE? READ THIS! If you like fantasy and rivalry, this is such a good fic (rly a story) to read! We follow Jimin and Jungkook, both enchanters who serve the kings, as they navigate tensions between two kingdoms, Jimin an experienced enchanter in this role and Jungkook who is just starting out. It's a riveting and interesting read about growing tension, loneliness, and environmentalism. I expected to take at least a week to read this story because I am often a slow reader of fanfic but I devoured this story in the span of four days. It's an addicting story!

Café Amour (Yoongi x Taehyung) (Asian Fanfics)

“Don’t let someone who gave up on their dreams talk you out of yours.” The words of the stranger, who simply made his coffee and listened to him rant, actually hit pretty close to home and he hadn’t stopped thinking about them since he left the small cafe that was his favorite place to relax. Yoongi hadn’t wanted to be some office working tool. Sitting in a cubicle that was identical to all the ones around it was not what he thought he would be doing once he left high school. He wanted to be a songwriter or rapper, if he was lucky, but apparently that wasn’t what his parents wanted him to do. He remembered slaving away through classes he found utterly boring in college just to appease his father and have his mother not worry about how he was going to support himself. He hated his life, but every time he walked into that caffe, his day brightened a little and it was all thanks to that rectangular grin and mischievous attitude. 

5k words

Warnings: sexual jokes, hints of smut, plans for smut (from 2015)

Baring in mind the intent to post smut, Imma give it a nsfw rating

Did I hear slice of life??? I did! This fic is such a cute three parter that follows Yoongi and Taehyung through bits and pieces of their relationship! It’s such a cute and fun read! And it’s a coffee shop au?! My beloved! 

Got7 MXR Fics

I Want to Spend Every Day With You (Jackson x Reader) ( @skz-jeha on tumblr)

If anyone asked Jackson what Y/N is to him, he would say the moon. If anyone asked Y/N what Jackson was to them, they would say the sun. For all who cared, these two were inseparable. True to word, they couldn’t spend a day without each other, much to the annoyance of the GOT7 guys.

Warnings: None

SFW

.5k

Fluff, Idol AU, Slice of Life

This fic is a quick and sweet story about Jackson and Y/n’s relationship that’s mostly told from the other member’s perspectives. It’s cute and sweet and left me feeling all bubbly and sweet. If you want a quick pick-me-up or energizer, this is a great fic to read!

You Have Me (Jinyoung x Reader) ( @prettywordsyouleft on tumblr)

You get bad news: you lost your job. Who do you go to for comfort? Our resident sweetie Jinyoung!

Warnings: None

SFW

1905 words

Fluff, F2L

🥺A COMFORT FIC! THAT’S WHAT THIS IS! A WONDERFUL AND SWEET COMFORT FIC THAT IS SO CUTE! I love the tension that’s shown through our limited narrator and the way in which the two are sort of forced to confess due to the situation at hand. It is so cute and such a good read!

Got7 MXM Fics

Swimming Feet (Jaeboem x Jinyoung) (AO3)

There’s a moment between Yugyeom crossing over to safety and Jinyoung surging forward as quickly as he can: a wave sweeps in and Jinyoung gets knocked onto his stomach, water rushing over his head and salt in his mouth. The next thing he knows, the water rushes back to the ocean, and Jaebeom’s loud laughter reaches his ears. Jinyoung shakes the water out of his eyes and heaves himself to his feet. Yugyeom is quite safely sitting next to Jaebeom and showing him the seaweed that drifted into his field of vision while he swam. “Oh, Nyoung,” he calls out, “this is why we use our swimming feet.”

Warnings: Yugyeom gets tousled in the water

SFW

1.4k

Genre: fluff, teacher x uncle, slice of life

JN VDSIUF NE I jumped part way through this collection and this fic has made me really decide to start trying to read it all! We get little hints of the care and love Junyoung and Jaeboem have for Yugyeom and the love they have for eachother! It is so good!

[love1zrose]

Shikamaru Love

This is my first fanfic aka an imagine that I’m posting on here and I like to think they are good? (Any suggestions please mention them 😭) pretty sad at the beginning just trust the process,

Shikamaru Nara x reader/ y/n

Man of mystery Frl 💯

Thoughts are in italic

Shikamaru in red

Reader in Purple

Slightly toxic shikamaru

Semi public

Unprotected

Jealousy

3rd person

Slight cheating

Cursing

Mentions of alcohol

ANGST/NSFW

Lately you and Shikamaru where on a spiral, a weird one. It’s not like he had forgotten about you but. That’s what it felt like, ever since his mission he’s been so distant.

It’s not like he meant you any harm but he did, he kept thinking “it’s not her fault,” or “what did I do.”

You’ve been so needy since he would come back from those long long visits. You’ve been pushing it off for the sake of his mental health but you really thought he needed it one night only to find out he’d just push you aside.

Since you felt it was your fault he didn’t wanna touch you, you really didn’t wanna go to the party Naruto and Hinata where hosting for their wedding. But he persuaded you into going like always, he was your first lover ever since you could remember you don’t wanna let him go.

When you too arrived your greeted with friendly and familiar faces, as you make it over to the gift table to drop off a neatly wrapped present you had got for Hinata you notice Shikamaru talking to another girl and get red in the face. “Why won’t he give attention to me?” You murmured. You decided just to go over to him, as your walking he glances at you for a mear second and then goes back to talking to Temari his, ex.

“Shika, do you wanna dance..?” With hesitation since you didn’t feel confident while comparing yourself to Temari.

“Sure, I’m down.” Which really meant “I don’t deserve this.”

He really didn’t think he deserved you at all for what he did to you on that mission. It’s not like he did anything horrible but he almost did, but mid way he thought about you, thought about your future together and snapped of the bullshit he was about to do.

As you stated into his dark starry eyes you thought about what happened in the past week or so and decided to leave that behind. What was done is done and you can’t do anything about it.-

“Can i talk to you for a sec?” He took your thoughts and put them away for a second bringing your mind at ease.

“Sure?” You say and you walk off into the nearby bathroom. “What did you wanna talk about Shika?” Secretly not wanting him to answer. “Well, you know how I’ve been pretty distant lately right?” Your pretty sure your heart sank because you thought this was the end.

“Yeah what about it?” “Well I’ve gotta get something off my chest about the mission I was on, I’m so sorry just remember I love you.” “Go on with it Shika.” “Well I met this girl and, we almost had sex…” “You almost fucked someone on your mission behind my back, and expect me to believe you didn’t?.”

Tear’s threatening your eyes to come out., they weren’t sad but angry. “It’s not like that-, well maybe it is but I didn’t do it I swear.” At this point you where so full of anger and lust you just stormed out. He looked in the mirror in disappointment but soon after left as well.

Kiba had always had a small crush on you but was scared to admit it, but after he had a few shots who knows what he would do. This time you saw him staring at you and desired to walk over and give Shika a taste of his own medicine and give kiba a little show.

When you walk over to the staring kiba looking all red you start to have a small convo with him asking “do you wanna go to the closet?” He nods with excitement.

While in the closet you leave it unlocked hoping for Shikamaru to catch you in the act. Although you weren’t planning to do much since deeply you where hoping to believe the words that Shikamaru had said but you kept wondering who it was, could it have been Temari? You deeply hated Temari since she kept trying to get back together with Shika, everytime you went out with him.

When you pulled kiba into the closet Shikamaru did notice you, how could he not? He kept staring at you after your ‘chat’ in the restroom.

You and Kiba where in a make out session with you wishing it was Shikamaru but everytime you opened your eyes he wasn’t there. A knock at the door interrupted you thinking it was him once again, but as you opened the door your eyes widened in disappointment as it was just Sakura and Saskue hoping the room was empty to do something of their own.

Even though you left Kiba like a tease after they left Shika was nowhere in sight, this time really worried you did something to him and his mental state you feel a sudden tug on your wrist pulling you into the restroom once again.

“Let me go!” You pleaded as someone had pinned you to the wall. “Shush keep it down you wouldn’t want us to get caught right?” A familiar deep voice sounded in your ears as you opened your eyes to see familiar deep dark eyes filled with desire. Desire for you and only you. “Shikamaru?” You said still angry but pleading for some attention. You could feel his heavy breath knowing he had been drinking “The one and only.” “I know you think I did it and you’ve really put me through a lot today, but I’m gonna prove right now that I didn’t.”

“Shika-“ you get cut off by warm fingers on your soaked underwear. “ You need this dont you.” “I wouldn’t if you would have paid any attention to me instead of that bitch Temari.” You pouted. Shikamaru scoffed “you really think I wanna be with her more then you? She barely got me hard the most we did was oral. Nobody will ever be as pretty and beautiful as you.” He says lifting your chin up into a kiss.

You can feel the tent in his pants as you continued the deep and passionate kiss. He went under the long thin scarlet dress you wore as a bridesmaid for Hinata. I don’t think anyone would have known Shikamaru was eating you out in the bathroom of your best friends wedding out of anger and jealousy.

Seeing you with Kiba like that got him so frustrated he had to take it out on something. As he continued you tried to muffle your moans to stop, but you needed more something only Shikamaru’s growth could give you. You needed him as much as he needed you.

“Shikamaru,” you said holding back the noises escaping from your mouth. “I need more.” You pleaded as Shikamarus lips where all over your folds. You could feel the tight knot in your belly, but as soon as you go to your climax the sudden friction stops. “Do you really now?” He said with his strong deep voice vibrating through your entire body. “Yes, yes, please Shikamaru.”

As he comes out from under your dress and stands up you try to unbuckle his belt from his now tight jeans from his fully grown cock. He helps you as he’s needy too. When the belt unbuckled you pull down his boxers for his growth to spring out. “I want you so bad.” “I want you too, you can’t believe” “I didn’t mean to neglect you this badly baby.”

You lock you legs on his hips as he aligns his cock into your opening. As he shoves it in you feel full with him and the butterfly’s in your belly start to flutter. “God you feel so tight I’m never leaving you that long again” he said as he continues to thrust leaving you to start reaching your climax. He too felt the tightness begin but he wasn’t finished. You began to climax as it was reaching the end. After your climaxes ended he continued to fuck you senseless. “Where should I?” “In please I’m on birth control so it dosent matter.” You spat out.

“You were really ready for this huh?” “You made me wait for so long and it wasn’t fair.” You pouted. He began to grow his climax and as he did you could feel another one once more. “Let’s do it together.” You both came and you felt so fulfilled as you now believe he didn’t fuck that slut but instead chose to fuck you at a wedding to prove himself. As you two walked out most eyes where on you as you forgot to fix you hair and you could clearly see what you too have been doing. “Woops, Guess we where too loud huh?”

[lune-kuruta]

This is a commission by Kannez and I’m so in love! I love how Kinshirou has a triunphant expression while holding Atsushi (poor At-chan needs a bath and new clothes, though) and it quite fits the KinAtsu fanfic I’m about to post online (she even created a cover version with the title for me, she’s really lovely).

I love when Epinard is holding Aurite to save him, but I definitely wanted to see the other way around because of... drama? Maybe. Also, redeemed!Kin-chan is always worrying about At-chan’s safety, so maybe he could be the one holding Atsushi in his arms sometimes... maybe someday we can find a fanart of that (or, if someone out there knows one, please show me!).

As for this commission, context is quite different, though. Angsty and dreamlike, actually.

Anyway, I’ll be posting it in Portuguese tomorrow (or today...?). And I’ll try to translate it into English soon (or so I hope).

Meanwhile, here goes a Chevalier Aurite holding the one thing (or person) we all know he really wanted (who cares about ruling Earth?).

[kingkatsuki]

To piggyback on the Erin Clover situation, Erin herself was unfortunately a victim of gr**ming when she was young so why the actual fuck would she even engage in shit and expose sexual content to minors?? Like people really don’t think about the person they’re unnecessarily hating on until it’s too late, and my thing is, they’re so strong about “protecting” from grooming, SA, p*dophilia when it comes to a fictional character that they developed an unhealthy obsession over or actual victims themselves cuz they went out to attack one without hearing their story.. Erin did make NSFW artwork BUT she aged up the characters and had said art pieces on a separate platform where ONLY adults can access through (Patreon) and the only reason why minors saw that shit was because some hypocritical idiot leaked her work onto an “Erin Clover” expose account, contradicting the point their making and were the ones actually doing the crime that they’re “trying” to “cancel” Erin over..

I was even considering making my own OC account cuz I was inspired by Erin Clover, but after what @/lexiumber_ did, I’m not sure cuz that dumbass really sparked a whole new chain of toxic fans attacking OC based art accounts, fanfic writers, etc. That’s why I’ll never forgive her cuz this not only affected Erin, but so many people within the community..

And another thing that I don’t get is there’s an account on Insta named @/Hanta Hasuu that actually gr**med real life minors, and these immature idiots are completely mute and aren’t attacking him like they did to Erin since their only agenda is to “Free Bakugou” not real victims..

And I can guarantee you that actual victims of these traumatic experience actually are angry with these “moral knights” cuz this shit takes the severity away from their experiences and no one’s gonna take them seriously anymore due to the numerous amounts of false reports of p*dophilia. Like do these people not realize it is NOT ILLEGAL to make NSFW art of Bakugou, Izuku, Tanjirou, Soma, Mikey (especially if they’re aged up) cuz THEYRE NOT REAL!? Police officers won’t arrest anyone that does this cuz it’s not against the law.

Sorry for my long rant, this shit really bugs me.. I swear, we really never had this much of an issue until people like @/lexiumber_ joined the fucking fandom..

I wasn’t going to reply to this cause I already moved on, but it genuinely makes me sad that you don’t feel comfortable to make your own OC now because of what happened. I really do hope you might feel safe and comfortable enough to do so in the future because honestly the amount of love and comfort something like that can bring you is immeasurable.

And no one should feel like they have to explain their trauma on the internet to random fucking strangers.

[storiesforallfandoms]

better than the movie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1757

request?: yes!

@m-is-for-monkeys “hey! could u write a super bdsm smut about colson?? Thanks♡”

description: colson wants to try something in the bedroom, but has to assure his girlfriend it won’t be anything like a popular movie series

pairing: machne gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

(i’m not good with writing bdsm so it’s not gonna be super bdsm-y)

If there was one thing you could say about Colson in the bedroom, it was that he liked to experiment.

At first, you had been intimidated by Colson - sexually that is. He was a big, hot shot rapper and actor. He had groupies throwing themselves at him at every opportunity. You had only ever been with one person intimately. You were sure Colson had done basically everything in the book by the time the two of you had gotten together, which intimidated you a little.

The first time you were intimate together, Colson revealed that he had never done anything more than just some vanilla sex. He had fucked in nearly every position, but nothing more than the usual.

Due to this, you decided to make a list of things you wanted to try. Whenever you were both in the mood, you’d cross something new off the list.

You had gone through the list pretty fast, and now you were at the one Colson was most excited for: BDSM.

You had agreed to put it on the list as a joke, not thinking Colson would really want to do it. As the list neared that particular item, you were sure Colson would also scratch it off and say he wasn’t interested in doing it. So, when Colson started coming home with different sets of bondage toys, you were shocked, and a little nervous.

“Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t actually want to do it?” he asked the night that you had both finally reached BDSM on the list. “I wouldn’t have added it if I knew you didn’t actually like the idea of it.”

He wasn’t mad, more just concerned. You were grateful that he wasn’t going to push you to do it.

“I thought it was a joke,” you said with a shrug. “I didn’t know you were actually into it. I figured...”

You trailed off. Colson’s head tilted, like a confused dog. “You figured...?”

You sighed. “I figured you wouldn’t be into it because you despise the Fifty Shades series so much. I mean, when we watched the first movie together you were so disgusted. You said that they made BDSM look wrong and abusive. I kind of thought...the movies had turned you off of it. I know they did for me.”

Realization crossed Colson’s face then, as if everything suddenly made sense. “You have a point, those movies did disgust me. I’ll never understand why we decided to watch all three.” You giggled at his joke. “But they made me mad because they made something I wanted to do look like it was just a tactic to keep someone in a toxic relationship. I didn’t want to try and bring it up after we watched those movies because I was afraid you would connect BDSM with Fifty Shades, and that was the last thing I wanted.”

You felt guilty then. Even though you hadn’t know that was Colson’s mindset at the time, you had fallen into exactly what he was worried about, which had led to this whole misunderstanding.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m all for skipping it and going to the next thing on the list. I’m not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do.”

You thought for a moment. BDSM was not something you had ever been interested in, and of course, you now associated it with the god awful Twilight fanfic movies, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t even the slightest bit interested once. Even while watching the first Fifty Shades movie, you couldn’t help but cross your legs a little tighter the first time Christian had tied up Ana, or when he whipped her (although you had felt guilty for that one by the end of the movie).

And you knew Colson wasn’t Christian Grey. He wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want to do, and he’d never hurt you. He’d be too upset with himself if he did. You knew he’d be gentle enough with you, and if you wanted him to stop he would stop.

“Okay,” you said, before realizing that you hadn’t exactly answered his question. “I mean...yeah, I’d like to try it.”

“Are you sure? One last chance to back out,” Colson said, although you could see a little glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “I’m sure, babe. I trust you.”

He smiled and kissed you deeply. You giggled as he literally swept you off your feet and began carrying you to the bed.

“Decide on a safe word now so I know when you use it,” he told you as he laid you down on the bed. He turned to start collecting the things he had bought specifically for this moment.

You blurted the first thing that came to your mind for a safe word: “Pineapple.”

You felt your face burn with slight embarrassment as Colson turned to look at you, a small smile on his face. “Pineapple works for me.”

He held up a blindfold, silently asking you one more time if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nodded and sat up, pulling your hair back so it wouldn’t get tangled in the blindfold. Your vision went black as Colson wrapped the soft fabric around your eyes. He tied it tight around your head, but not too tight that it would hurt you.

With your vision gone, you suddenly felt more nervous. You felt completely powerless and, although you were now more nervous than before, you were also turned on by this feeling. It felt like Colson had complete control, and that made you tingle in a lower region.

His hands softly guided you back onto the bed before taking one of your hands in his. You felt a soft material wrap around your wrist, followed by the sound of a click; the fuzzy handcuffs Colson had bought. At first, you had laughed when you saw them. They were pink and extremely fuzzy, but Colson soon explained his reasoning behind it - regular metal handcuffs were surely going to hurt you, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He trapped another of your wrists in another set of handcuffs, leaving you completely helpless. You felt his soft lips kiss your neck as his hands began unbuttoning his button up shirt that you were wearing. He kissed over your exposed chest, giving special attention to each of your breasts. You moaned as you felt his tongue lap over your nipple painfully slow.

He continued down your body, leaving soft kisses on your stomach before his fingers looped around your underwear. You bucked your hips up to allow him to slip them down your legs. You whimpered as you felt his lips kiss over your thighs, getting dangerously close to the place you really wanted him.

He placed one kiss on your already dripping core before pulling away, causing you to let out an involuntary whine.

Colson chuckled at your desperation. “Have patience, baby girl.”

You listened to him shuffle for a while. You were longing to feel him touch you again. He had gotten you all worked up, you were dreading if he decided to leave you there all teased with no relief.

You felt a familiar pressure push against your opening. You gasped as Colson pushed himself into you painfully slow, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he filled you up.

His lips were against your neck again as he began to thrust, immediately picking up speed. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and pressing his body closer against yours. His hips grinded into yours as his hands travelled down your body and cupped your ass.

You realized that having the blindfold on made everything feel so much better. Having your vision stripped away heightened your other senses, especially your sense of pleasure as Colson’s hips met yours. Pulling at the restraints around your wrists, you wanted nothing more than to dig your nails into Colson’s back as you cried out in pleasure.

You were definitely grateful that he had bought the cushioned handcuffs now.

You felt the familiar pressure starting to grow in your stomach as Colson’s thrusts became faster. You could feel him twitching inside of you, signaling that he was getting close to his own climax.

“I-I’m so cl-close,” you managed to stutter out through the cloud of pleasure that was in your head.

“Hold it, baby,” Colson whispered in your ear. “I’m close, too.”

It was hard to hold yourself back when you were so powerless against Colson’s hard thrusts, but you tried your best. When you felt his thrusts becoming more sloppy, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Your back arched involuntarily as you finally let yourself go, Colson hitting his own climax just seconds after.

He had his head buried in your neck, his muffled moans sending vibrations through your whole body. The two of you were breathing heavily against one another. You went to move your hands to hold Colson, forgetting for a moment that they were still bound together.

“Oh yeah,” Colson said, as if just remembering the bindings himself.

He slipped out of you and undid the handcuffs. An ache that you hadn’t felt before pulsated on your wrists, but it didn’t feel like a bad pain. Just a pleasant reminder of what had just happened.

As he began to untie the blindfold, Colson asked, “So, how was that?”

“Really good,” you admitted. “But also a little disappointing.”

Colson’s face was confused as he pulled the blindfold from your eyes. “Disappointing?”

“I liked the bondage, but you didn’t do much of the domination or the whipping and stuff. I feel like I didn’t get the whole experience.”

A mischievous smile came across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lay next to him on the bed. “I promise next time I won’t hold anything back.”

You smiled and pointed to the list on the bedside table. Understanding your silent question, Colson rolled over to pick up the list and a pen and passed them to you. You added an arrow between BDSM and what was next on the list and added a new thing to try: “BDSM, but this time no mercy”.

Colson laughed upon reading it and held you tightly.

[fallin-4-ya]

A Guy Like Me

george weasley x reader 

summary: when you found out your boyfriend cheated, you were surprised to find that your friend, George Weasley, was more mad about it than you were.

request: how about a fanfic for any background character that features the lines “I don’t deserve this”/“no you don’t”. It can be angsty or fluffy, gen or romance, take your pick

warnings: mentions of toxic relationship, mentions of cheating

It was a late night in the Gryffindor common room. Most students were off in bed, while you and your boyfriend, Cormac McLaggen, were left by the fireplace.

You had never had great luck with guys, especially considering your heart secretly belonged to your good friend, George Weasley. You always thought you didn't have chance, so when Cormac asked you out on a date, you figured why not. Cormac had been your boyfriend for a few months now; sure, nothing was perfect, but Cormac was the furthest thing from it. He wasn’t the greatest when it came to communicating or remembering things or you know, generally being a good human. But somehow you still stayed because to be honest, it was all you knew.

That was before you found out you were being cheated on. You found out from a friend who was just looking out for you, and you were absolutely speechless. Because, although he may not have been extremely trustworthy, you never expected this; and now here he was trying to win you back.

‘Y/N, please. It was just one time it won’t happen again. Please, I’ll treat you right.’ He said taking your hand.

‘No, Cormac. This was one time too many.’ You ripped your hand from his, ‘And I can’t stand for this, I won’t let myself get hurt.’

He looked at you with glaring eyes, watching the tears stream down your face.

‘Really? You can’t forgive me after one mistake? You’re an absolute joke, Y/N.’ with that Cormac left you teary eyed in the middle of the common room.

You sat absolutely bewildered because did your boyfriend or should you say ex boyfriend just turn this all around on you? You sat thinking of all the other things that you could have said differently and all the things you could have done that could have prevented this from happening. Before you had any more time to process what had just happened, you heard the portrait door swing open and footsteps come inside.

‘Y/N!’ said a particular pranking redhead, ‘Just the gal I wanted to see! I gotta tell you about this awesome new idea I got!’

‘Hey, Georgie.’ You managed to get out.

‘Y/N, are you alright? Why are you crying, love?’ he said concerned.

‘Oh um- its nothing. Don’t worry about me.’ You wiped away the tears still falling down your face. You turned to George who gave you a knowing look; having been your friend for quite some time now, he could notice when things were wrong. He was always there for you, always. So, rather than fighting it, you sighed.

‘Its Cormac.’

‘That’s like the third time this week! I swear if he yelled at you again I’ll-‘

‘He cheated on me, George.’

George let out a soft oh, and wrapped his hand around your shoulder; then the tears came cascading down your face. You just couldn’t hold it in any longer. it felt like the pain you’ve been holding in for the last few months was finally coming out. You looked up at the ginger in front of you, vulnerable as ever.

‘George, I just don’t understand. It’s like everything I do is wrong. I give him all my love, treat him right and what do I get in return? Cheated on. I just- I don’t deserve this.’ You sniffed.

‘No, you don’t.’ said George, ‘You don’t deserve this. You know what you deserve Y/N? The world, and nothing short of it. You are the brightest light and the most beautiful person anybody has ever met, and if stupid McStupidFace can’t see that, well then that’s his lost.’

You smiled softly at his words. ‘Thank you, Georgie. I guess I wish that I could see that for myself, you know?’

‘Y/N,’ George slid his hand into yours, ‘you are the kindest, smartest, funniest girl I’ve ever met. And did I mention you’re incredibly stunning as well.’

You giggled at his words, gripping his hand tighter. He was right you didn’t deserve this; and you were smart and beautiful and kind and all the other amazing things George said. And you couldn't help the blush crawling up your cheeks at his sentiments.

‘You deserve a guy who’s going to treat you like the most precious thing in the world, who would do anything for you; and never hut you. Ever.’ George continued.

‘A guy like you?’ you questioned looking up at him with angel eyes. He smiled softly and pressed your hand to his lips.

‘Yeah, a guy like me.’

(author’s note: ahhhh tysm for reading everyone! I really enjoyed this request and i hope you guys love it too. the prompt just screamed Georgie to me! requests are open!)

[allforthe-gays]

what anime each fox is a little too obsessed with:

allison: my hero academia. in middle school she would cosplay at anime conventions because her parents didn’t like it and her cosplays were decent because she had money. she used to be a toxic shipper and you can tell.

renee: stars align. the anime appears to be cute and gay and about sports, and then all the sudden someone’s getting nailed in the head with a tennis racket and now they’re bleeding. the anime reminds her of herself. she has the power of god and anime.

dan: attack on titan. she is one of those people who talks about aot like it’s light hearted and about the power of friendship. she has an editing account where she simps over characters who are at least a half foot shorter than her if not more. it’s the found family that sometimes stabs you in the back energy she is drawn to.

matt: haikyuu. he kins bokuto and tanaka and writes self insert fanfiction. the real reason dan ended up going on a date with him was because she was reading a fanfic on her phone and matt went “how did you find my account” and dan was like “you wrote this?” and then they fell in LOVE.

seth: naruto. i feel like it’s a little self explanatory but he’s that one brand of naruto fan who finds naruto and sasuke accidentally kissing a little too funny. it’s the internalized biphobia.

andrew: demon slayer. he relates to tanjiro because he too values his family and would do anything to protect them and also has a bad habit of picking up strays.

neil: he doesn’t watch anime because he is learning japanese so he can communicate with the yakuza but he knows that if he learns curse words in japanese he won’t be able to stop himself from calling someone important a whore. instead he watches the japanese dub of my little pony: friendship is magic, because it teaches him polite conversation skills and also itches that spot in his brain that yearns for a normal childhood.

kevin: ouran host club. the being forced into a group activity that’s kind of a cult reminds him of the ravens but more homoerotic and with less torture. he secretly refers to andrew and neil as his homosexual supporting cast. actually no, he refers to the entire team as his homosexual supporting cast.

aaron: deathnote. he either thinks he would have caught kira or would have been a better kira. he owns a deathnote and he writes people’s names down in it when he’s mad at them. he has a god complex and an inferiority complex simultaneously.

nicky: hunterxhunter. he is weirdly into kurapika’s chain technique. all of the hxh merch he owns features hisoka, and he swears it’s not on purpose. it’s the unresolved mommy and daddy issues.

Bonus:

riko: yarichin b club. touch you is on his workout playlist. one practice when the main family was visiting with potential investors he accidentally connected his phone to the stadium speakers. all of these investors were japanese. they did not end up investing.

[hoodievixen]

Find my Way Back to You - The Umbrella Academy [Part 8]

The Hargreeves never expected the teen declaring the end of the world to become someone close. But leave it up to Ryn, who can see the future, to find their way into the weird dynamic of the Hargreeves siblings. Though there are many things that don't seem right about them. Some could be chalked up to her powers, others, no one would ever believe on someone's word alone. And she knew that.

Five x OC (Romantic)

Vanya/Viktor & OC (Platonic)

Klaus & OC (Platonic)

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Notes: The weird predicament of Five's physical age vs. mental age will be addressed. Can't explain, cause it's a large part of the story (and spoilers). IT IS NOT PEDOPHILIA! not to mention both Ryn and five are asexuals (sex-repulsed and never got to figure it out respectively) so there will be no devil's tango.

I will be referring to Viktor as Vanya and with she/her pronouns for what is season 1 and season 2. I do not want to take away that part of the character, and want the transition to be included. I believe removing that and referring to him as Viktor from the start is ignoring the struggle he went through. (Nothing against people who use Viktor and he/him pronouns in fanfics that would be during s1/s2. This is just my own opinion)

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Series Warnings: themes of trauma and mental health, mentions of suicide, cannon typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, alcohol consumption, drugs, toxic relationships (in reference not practice), questionable morals, swearing, gaslighting, manipulation

Chapter Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: ~1.6k

Master List

"Good morning," Ryn greeted Vanya as she cam out of her room. "Since last time you were against me buying you breakfast as a thanks for letting me stay over, I made you breakfast." They dramatically gestured to the table where their was a plate of toast and scrambled eggs. "And coffee," Ryn handed the mug right to Vanya.

"Ryn..." Vanya sighed.

She didn't get much further. "Nope, all you're food, just my labor. I'm not even great at cooking, I'm just glad I didn't burn anything."

Vanya softly laughed, "Thanks." She went over to sit down. Ryn leaned against the counter, with her own toast and cup of coffee. "I have a rehearsal, so I have to head out soon."

"I'll walk with yah," Ryn said, "I don't have much going on today, and need to do something."

"I guess I won't stop you," Vanya shrugged.

Ryn smirked, "More like can't stop me."

Vanya shook her head. "There's a bottle of meds in the medicine cabinet, could you go grab it for me?"

"Sure," Ryn agreed, heading to the bathroom, drinking from their mug.

"Hey," they called out, "What is this for? If you don't mind me asking." They sat the large orange bottle on the table.

"It's for my nerves," Vanya answered, "I've been taking it since I was little."

Ryn perked up, and pulled out her own two medicine bottles from her large body bag. "Oh, what do you take? Currently I'm on bupropion and sertraline, though I have been on fluoxetine and trazadone before."

Vanya looked at them like they were crazy. Ryn scoffed, "Yeah, now see what I said is weird. But like my friends and family commonly share what meds they are one. Sorta helps, cause if it works for them, might work for me."

Vanya looked to the label on the bottle. "It says it's Xanax," she answered with a shrug.

Ryn raised an eyebrow. "Dude, that's a sedative," they pointed out. "What I know people get that for is if they are terrified on planes and need something to calm them down." Ryn sat down near Vanya. "When did you start taking it?"

She was shocked by the revelation, not sure what to think of it. "I've been taking them for what is basically my entire life... Dad made me take them."

Ryn quirked an eyebrow and leaned back into the chair. "Why would he want you sedated?" they wondered out loud. "What if you top taking them for a while, see what it dose?"

"I don't know," Vanya confessed.

"It's up to you," Ryn pointed out, "Don't you want to know why though?"

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"...then I just fell, had this huge bruise on my arm for like a month," Ryn finished up telling a story as they were walking up to the theater.

"That reminds me of this one time," Vanya started, a slight laugh in her voice. " Dad was off on a business trip so we were all playing hide-and-seek..."

"Hey there stranger," the man said as he walked up to the two. "Who's this with ya?"

"Oh, hi Leonard," Vanya greeted looking between those two. "Leonard, this is Ryn. Ryn, this is Leonard, but you knew that already."

"Are they one of your siblings?" he asked, staring at Ryn. Though Ryn was staring back at him.

Vanya laughed at the thought. "No, Ryn's a … friend." While she hadn't been sure what their relationship was, she was happy with a friend like Ryn. "What are you doing here?" Vanya wondered.

"I just wanted to see you," Leonard answered, smiling toward Vanya.

Ryn crossed their arm, and gaze turned skeptical. "How did you know they'd be here?"

"Well..." he was taken back by the question. "She mentioned she was doing a show."

Ryn looked to Vanya, "Did you? Did you say where? Or when rehearsals were?"

Vanya shrugged, "I might have."

Ryn turned their gaze back to Leonard. "It's sorta creepy that you just showed up. Like sorta stalker-ish."

"I think it's sweet," Vanya confessed.

Ryn let out a sigh. "Just..." They looked frustrated with figuring out what to say. "Stay safe," she decided. "I should head out, gotta change my shirt." She jokingly waved her arm, where the sleeve had been ripped off."

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Eudora had been waiting for Diego for twenty minuets. While she wasn't done waiting yet, there was something else she noticed. The teen in the parking lot. They were dressed commonly, a pair of jean and a sweatshirt. However it was the platinum blood hair that caught her attention. It was also easy to keep track of, and not once had they entered a room, just sitting on a bench, glancing between a blue car and a room door. The two made eye contact. The teen smiled and waved.

Confused, the detective went to see what was going on. "Can I sit with you?" she asked the teen nicely.

"Sure," they agreed. "I'm Ryn," she easily said, "I know Diego."

Detective Patch looked to her, skeptical. She knew of all his siblings, and Ryn definitely wasn't one of them. Diego also didn't have friends. But there were some things about Diego she did not know. "Did he send you?"

The teen leaned back crossing their arms. "No," the sighed, " I came on my own. However it's not likely he's going to come, there's a lot of family drama going on at the moment." Again glanced at the second story door.

Eudora didn't see anything strange. "They are in there," Ryn told her. "The two you're looking for."

"I know," the detective responded, "That's why I called Diego."

"I could help," Ryn offered. Eudora wasn't sure. They looked normal, but they also knew Diego. He didn't know anyone normal. Nor would a smart kid offer to help with something that dangerous.

"Let's wait a little longer..." the detective decided.

Ryn stood up, "Alright," they agreed. Still they walked off and went up the stairs. From where Eudora sat she could not see where the teen went.

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Eudora had one of them on his knees and hands behind his head. She never heard the second one come from behind. It wasn't until the loud buzzing noise followed by a thud. The woman's gun still went off, going into the detective's shoulder. She glanced back to find Ryn already running off, jumping over the unconscious assassin. No normal teaser should be able of making someone pass out.

Eudora knew she was no longer able to handle the situation and left, running as to not give the other enough time to grab their gun. As she got to the lobby of the motel there were already two figures running for. At lease the two of them got out, and she was quick to follow them, calling for back up.

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"Corine!" he called out. It was almost dark, and they hadn't come back from the farm yet. They were always back in time with enough light to make dinner by. They had quickly swore off him making any food, after he burned quite a few meals. Still with the light fading away, they were no where to be seen. He could only fear the worst.

He was only one block away from the park they had cultivated into farm land. He called out to them one more time. "Over here!" they called out, pain in their voice. He was at their side in a blink. They were sitting on the ground, holding their leg in pain.

He kneeled down, taking a look at their leg. "What happened?" he asked, see how their ankle was swollen.

"I fell," they answered, hissing in pain. "I think I broke it."

he gave them a disapproving glare. "I told you to stop walking on top of the debris, and this is exactly why," he scolded them.

"I get it," they hissed, "can you please help me back." They had their hands outstretched to be pulled up onto their good foot.

Instead he picked them right up. "Maybe you should start eating more," he joked.

"Hey, food is limited, I eat enough to maintain  healthy weight," they reminded him. "It not my fault we do a  lot of physical activity and you're strong enough to carry me."

He smiled, "You know I was just joking." He placed a soft kiss on their forehead. It was still amusing to see their reactions to being teased. For someone who teases him so much, they sure don't like it."

Once they were back he sat them down on one of their seats, going to get something to wrap their ankle. He sat down before them, taking their foot into his lap. He gently slipped off their shoe as the bit down, fearing any pain coming. "Where exactly dose it hurt?"

"The outside, up to about mid calf," the answered. He pushed against their foot, as if they were stepping on it and they let out a hiss. "And when you do that."

"I think you'll need to stay off it for a couple weeks," he told them. "In case it is broken we should go with six, make sure it heals fully." He was already warping torn up strips of clothing around the foot.

"What about..." they started.

"I'll take care of it," he assured them, "You've been taking care of everything for 16 years. I think I can take care of six weeks."

"But..."

"No," he said sternly. "It's either six weeks, or forever. The choice is yours."

They looked up at them, pain in their eyes. "Can I at least still cook, I fear what will happen if I leave that to you."

He laughed. "I'll allow it."

"Yey" they said childishly. They held open their arms. "Now can I have a hug, I'm in a lot of pain."

"Of course," he assured them, holding them tightly. "I don't think I can ever let you out of my sight again after this."

[thetimelordbatgirl]

....Tip to Pee Girl: if your saying your leaving until Saturday, maybe uh, actually don’t reblog a post afterwards.....since uh, its becoming a meme of claiming your leaving but you don’t and even dramatically claim you won’t until Adrien salt stops which it wont by the way, and its just showing you really have too much off an attachment to not leaving cause it means leaving lady-lb and others alone. 

Pretty sure your followers will be fine....since only followers you likely have are fellow violently-sexist anti-marinette people and people who seem to think Adrien should only be sadrien constantly.  I would say as a fanfic writer I feel bad for losing fanfics....but so far those fics of pee girl’s includes pee kink ones on Adrien and Plagg and the kwamis and even for some reason, a fic of Plagg threatening Marinette with violence while swearing at her in a typical anti-marinette fashion.....so I’d say some of those fics might be fine disappearing. 

“I question this disgusting world at at times” ....Because we calling you out and want you gone so the fandom will be less toxic??? Yeah, completely disgusting....

[klm-zoflorr]

Issues with the Tyzula ship that Tyzula shippers/fics typically avoid

Stereotypical Tyzula Ty Lee: “Azula-san, I completely forgive you for everything you ever did to me or my best friend and have always loved you unconditionally. I will help you become better if it means risking the quality of my life, my other relationships, my sanity, and even my life. I will magically be able to help you deal with your myriad of mental issues as if you always only needed love/affection instead of real medical help. I will always love you even if you don’t really change your behavior or worse, remain the same power hungry bitch you grew up to be. I love you ‘Zula.”

Look, I am not opposed to Tyzula for I actually think that they had a real friendship, even if there was a massive power imbalance, that got fucked up by Ozai’s abusive teachings and Azula trying to act as her sovereign and friend at the same time. But there is a tendency among Tyzula shippers/fics to make Ty Lee forgive Azula way too easily, make Azula not deal with her flaws or make (proper) amends to Ty Lee and Mai, retcon Azula into a soft baby who didn’t do anything wrong other than get abused, and/or gloss over the issues between the two.

For example, If Tyzula occurred pre-Boiling Rock like some fics imply, do you think it would have been consensual? Especially considering that there has been a massive power imbalance (Azula is Ty Lee’s Sovereign) since their childhood that Azula took advantage of even then; Azula forced Ty Lee to join her squad at firepoint; and Ty Lee is deathly scared of Azula? And if it happened post-Boiling Rock there is a massive power imbalance in favor of Ty Lee since the moment Azula “acts up” (it doesn’t have to be a big thing since Ty Lee is scarred shitless of Azula) Ty Lee can either call Zuko to jail her and/or have Aang de-bend her. There are some Tyzula fics that properly deal with, imo, the pre- and post-Boiling Rock power imbalances but most of them just gloss over them.  Not helping is the fact that comics imply that the two never had a real relationship at all and that Ty Lee is still deathly afraid of Azula, willing to chi-block Azula the moment she is anything other than docile. 

Also, how come most Tyzula shippers/fics don’t touch about LOK’s Turf Wars said about Sozin outlawing homosexuality and the implications it has for a lesbian/bisexual Azula? If Azula, who tries to be the model princess in a post-Sozin Fire Nation, can’t even realize that using fear is not a good way to maintain relationships, how would she deal with the fact that she has feelings for girls? Most of the Tyzula fics or headcanons I have read don’t seriously deal with the fact that either Azula is deep in the closet and/or suffering from serious internalized homophobia and would not likely express her sexual preferences in public unless she was in an extraordinary situation or got serious therapy plus years of self-reflection/character growth. Not to mention the fact she would be one of the leading perpetrators of homophobia by virtue of being Ozai’s right hand general/advisor.

So, do I have a valid point about how Tyzula shippers and fics often engage in abuse and/or toxic friendship/relationship apologism? Or I am just being too harsh on a group of shippers that have been vocally condemned by the greater ATLA community and most likely will never see their ship be canonized? And yes, some of my own fanfic works do contain Tyzula so feel free to call me out if I am being a hypocrite and holding people to standards that I can’t uphold.

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This was a very interesting submission, Anon, and I don't think you're "in the wrong" here, even if I don't necessarily agree with you. At least you're polite, so I won't swear at you xD I'll sum up your points for clarity's sake

"Tyzula shippers make Ty Lee dumber and ready to do anything for Azula. They write stories without depth and without adressing the imbalances in their relationship"

Here's my personnal opinion on that: this kind of drama/angst is hard to write, and I don't want to waste my time for 10 chapters while they're angstying over whether or not to love each other. Mental health issues are hard to write too, and I want azula to be happy, so I can just make them dissapear. I completely acknowledge it isn't the most realistic kind of writing, but I don't care, I just want to have fun. I wouldn't pretend it's canon either.

Now, some Azula fans are just biased towards her, and like to pretend her canon character did nothing wrong and is purely a victim and is owed Ty Lee's love. I'm not gonna shit on them, in the grand scheme of things it's quite inconsequencial, but I don't think that's accurate.

"Tyzula shippers make it happen even if Azula is still a "villain" and hasn't redeemed herself for her sins"

I can link this to my first point a little, and erase all moral complexity for the funzies while acknowledging it isn't canon. But there's also the fact in ATLA, Ty Lee has little to no redemption arc herself. She just betrays azula, and then the good guys accept her and mai with no problem? We could interpret that as "she was always supporting Aang's cause and hated azula secretly since forever" but I don't think that's very correct, because Ty Lee never shows any sign of it, never talks treason, never helps the good guys while azula isn't looking (unlike mai!). The only thing that could possibly make her betray Azula, in my point of view, is seeing her other best friend almost die to her hands. And even then, it isn't a moral choice. I firmly believe Ty Lee was just as indoctrinated in the Fire Nation's ways as everyone else there. And that she actually supported her nation and obeyed Azula as her commander not only because they were friends, not only because she had to, but because she was loyal to her nation. And the only reason I can see her go to the good guys' side at the end of atla was simply because of self preservation with a side of unbrainwashing from FN propaganda

So, in conclusion, I don't think Ty Lee is a completely good character, and I don't think she has a problem with Azula's crimes.

"There is a power imbalance"

I'm not going to deny that. But who told you all relationships with a power imbalance are inherently bad? They're more likely to be toxic, but they won't always be. If the person with the upper hand is respectuous and nice, everything works out perfectly. It's more of an advice towards people who don't have the upper hand in their unbalanced relationship, and who could get taken advantage of. But Ty Lee is smarter than she looks, and I believe she would know to stay away from that.

Pre-boilling rock, there is indeed problems with them getting together, but they're not due to one of them being toxic. Azula is Ty Lee's princess, and it isn't her fault. She was literally raised to lead. And Ty Lee was raised to follow. We see that despite that, Azula still considers Ty Lee as her friend and gets her in her team in a nice way. But it isn't her fault she was raised in the middle of a war and sees the will of the fire nation as more important than anything.

Additionally, I don't think Ty Lee hated Azula, for the reasons I mentionned before.

Post-boilling rock, I just don't think Ty Lee would be scared, or cruel enough, to jail or unbend Azula for no reason. Because, again, I don't think she hates her.

"The fire nation is homophobic"

As is usual with me, I loathe the comics and don't consider this as canon. It doesn't even make sense, apart from saying "fire nation's evil, they're homophobic now too" to be honest, if anyone's gonna be homophobic it's gonna be everyone, cause there was no gay representation in atla.

Oh, and f*ck this, I hate homophobia, I don't want my fictionnal worlds to have it too. It's dumb as shit and everyone is gay in the Fire Nation. There.

"So, do I have a valid point about how Tyzula shippers and fics often engage in abuse and/or toxic friendship/relationship apologism? Or I am just being too harsh on a group of shippers that have been vocally condemned by the greater ATLA community and most likely will never see their ship be canonized?"

You do have a valid point that some tyzula shippers have the same problem as some azula stans, as in that they put her on a pedestral and say she did nothing wrong. But some also just don't want to bother with that and just want to write fluff, and that's fine. There are way worse things they could be doing.

It is true that Tyzula is kind of a controversial ship, and for this reason I don't think you should care too much about it. Bullying people never help anyone, and criticising tyzula shippers will only push them back in their fandom spaces and make them unable to tell apart genuine, objective criticism and mean bullying.

I don't want Tyzula to be canon, btw. Well. For me canon kinda stopped at the end of atla, so everything is possible after this point lol. Not that I even care much about canon.

You are not an hypocrite for liking tyzula and criticizing it. You can call out the behavior of people in your own community, it's perfectly fine and should be encouraged. I'd pay more attention to your opinion too, because I know you don't just dislike the ship and want to find any reason for it to be "problematic"

I'm gonna put that submission in the Tyzula tag, if anyone in there feels offended by that do let me know. I don't intend to shit on this ship at all. Also, if anyone wants to add points or give me perspectives I didn't think about go ahead!

[multi-labyrinth]

💧 what goes around comes back around to you 🔪

Feelz!Wiblur & reader x dream, FEELZ AU!!! Credit to @gamerboykarl for her absolutely amazing fanfic feelz it’s so so so good please read it!! I was given permission by Lex to make a mini AU fic

Word count: 1238

Summery: Feelz!Wilbur pushes (Y/n) to her boiling point and gets to see how intense SHE can be.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and violence, aggressive name calling, and just a more mature fic. There’s also blood in the video down below!!! Animated only!!!!

Gifs are from perfect blue and Kakegurui

Pronouns: she/her, (same as the og fic)

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Wilbur hadn’t gotten any better than before. If anything was only getting worse and worse.

He can’t even leave (Y/n) alone to do her own fucking shit for even a god damn minute!! She feels lucky she can still go to the bathroom alone for a few minutes a day.

To think she genuinely thought this could work again, how stupid (Y/n) feels can’t even be expressed. But now that’s not something to focus on, right now the plan is just to finally get up and completely leave.

She talked to another friend and would be staying at her house until (Y/n)‘s flight to Florida. Not willing to put up with Wilbur for another fucking night of she might loose it.

When Wilbur was busy streaming that was the perfect time to be packing her shit up. Knowing he’d be busy for a few hours (Y/n) took a bit of time to have a bath.

God. How much Wilbur absolutely infuriated (Y/n) before she was actually captivated by him. Wilbur was a handsome, seemingly sweet, caring, dorky man. But as with a lot of creeps, his darkness was hell hidden from the public.

(Y/n) took a deep breath in before putting her head a little but beneath the warm water. She let out a few muffled screams out into the water causing bubbles to come up to the surface. Doing that a few times barely let out all of the emotions

(Y/n) was keeping on lock down, not wanting to waste more time she got out of the bath to finish up.

Her bags sat near the door as she finished tying her hair up into a bun. (Y/n) was grabbing her bags as Wilbur left his office. “What…are you doing (Y/n)?” He asked innocently, his stupid god Damn fake “sweet guy” act made her roll her eyes back feeling herself physically cringe at his lies.

“Oh fuck off Wil, I’m fucking leaving!!” (Y/n) shouts turning around to face the creep she’d been staying with for the past few weeks.

His expression had changed from a soft warm to a hard cold look. He didn’t like that answer, and she didn’t give a flying fuck.

“What did you say?” Wil asked calmly, but something felt like this composure wouldn’t last long.

“I said I’m fucking leaving your creepy ass!! Holy fuck!! You can’t even get off my ass for two fucking minutes unless your filming!!! You entitled bitch I’m so god damn fucking tired of your shit!!!” (Y/n) shouts at him.

He was slightly taken aback, he’d never seen you get like this. Wilbur thought if he doubled down you’d back down. “Oh really? Where the fuck will you go?!? You’re just going to be homeless on the streets in a completely different country?!?! Yeah right dumb bitch” Wilbur says, but this was only escalating the situation.

“Excuse me?! Who thE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A DUMB BITCH??? WHEN ITS YOU THAT CANT HANDLE BEING ALONE FOR A FEW FUCKING MINUTES WITHOUT CRYING OUT LIKE A FUCKING BABY!!! IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE?? A BIG STUPID MAN BABY?!?! BECAUSE TO ME YOU HAVE LITTLE PISS BABY BITCH WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE!!!” You yell at him starting to not be able to hold yourself back.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING BITCH!!!” Wilbur yells back raising his right hand to make a strike.

But (Y/n) went into the kitchen drawers pulling a long knife out, it was not a butter knife. “Don’t fucking touch me!! Get any fucking closer and I swear to fucking god I will cut your cock and balls off and EAT THEM IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!” She scream in his face.

Wilbur genuinely believed (Y/n) was just bluffing, that she actually wouldn’t do anything to him. Because she couldn’t! So he says “Really now? Then who else would love you but me? Like seriously the only guys that actually find you hot are desperate neck beards who think they have a chance with you because you’re below average, which is me putting that nicely. You’re just a dirty cock sleeve cum dumpster and you need me just as I need you. No one loves you, not even Dream…especially Dream” he says, Wilbur knew he struck a cord with (Y/n) because of the hot tears that filled her eyes.

She kept eye contact for a solid 30 seconds, not saying anything or doing anything. Just silent trying to process what was said to her. Wilbur just made a huge mistake by saying that, because now (Y/n) can’t control the anger swarming around inside her.

The fire was now out of control, it was a chaotic forest fire that was starting and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted too.

Wilbur blinked and then he felt a hot burning pain in his shoulder, owning his eyes to see a knife had been put into his arm. Barely a few seconds later the blade was forcibly removed causing blood to squirt up along Wil and (Y/n) “H-Holy fuck!!” He shakily cries out sliding down against the wall.

“Wilbur, I hope you understand now. That I can be just as if not even more terrifying than you’ll ever be. You think you know crazy? You didn’t. Not until now. Pull shit like this with anyone and I will track you down and torture you alive. Get therapy you toxic fuck.” (Y/n) explains in a tone that was more tired than anything, just exhausted of this bullshit. She spat in his face before getting back up on her feet taking her bags leaving the apartment.

The next week (Y/n) was at the airport in Miami waiting for her good “friend”

“(Y/n)!!” A male voice calls out, she turned around to see Clay running up into his open arms getting into a great big warm hug.

“Clay!!! Ahhh!!! I’m so happy to see you!!” She says laughing sweetly.

Once the two were in the car that was when Clay wanted to have a serious conversation. “…(Y/n)…we need to talk…” he says.

“Is…everything okay?…” she asked turning to face him, she took his hand into hers rubbing his palm reassuringly.

“I know something serious happened when you were at Wilbur’s…I won’t ask you to tell me until you’re sure you’re completely ready and comfortable too…but…if he hurt you and is now trying to hide it…I’d like to know…always know that I’m a safe space for you, you can tell me anything and I’ll still love you unconditionally (Y/n)…I…I’m sorry for whatever happened…but please let me know if you’re okay?…” Clay ended up rambling a lot and it become a whole ass monologue.

(Y/n) feels tears flood again, but this time for the complete opposite reason. “Oh hun…” she says softly pulling him into an embrace. “Thank you Clay…I’m okay now…I promise…” whispers in his ear.

(Y/n) pulls away “I also need to know…what do you mean “hide it” what did he do?” She asked wiping her eyes.

“Oh yeah…you went completely offline…Wilbur deactivated everything.” He answers.

“Everything?”

“Everything, all of his accounts are just completely wiped. He’s not on anything anymore.”

[maribatshipper]

Miraculous Jiminette: String

Liam sighs as he watches everyone with his amber coloured eyes. Everyone says that you have soulmates, & there is a string on your finger connecting you to your soulmate. He didn't believe it until he turned twelve & started seeing strings on everyone's hands. No one else seemed to see them, even when he asked, everyone looked at him like he was nuts. He looks at his own naked fingers. He could see everyone's strings except his own. He's seen people with platonic soulmates, romantic soulmates, & any other soulmates there are. The romantic soulmates were attached by the ring-finger & any others were every other finger.

"& I swear we're soulmates."

Liam groans as his Italian cousin drones on about some famous celebrities. He's seen her fingers. Her soulmate is as fake as she is. What she does have that's real is a soul enemy.

"Lila, shut up! I've had enough! You are not soulmates with you may think, but there is one person in here attached one of your fingers, & it isn't a good one!" Liam glares at his cousin.

Lila goes to sob when Liam says, "You have a soul enemy. In fact, you have quite a few soul enemies. One of them is in this room."

Everyone stares at shock at Liam. He's usually a quiet guy, almost never talking to anyone, & now he's just confused everyone in the room. He holds back from grabbing at his own brown hair. Lila starts crying.

She sniffs, "Why would you say that to me, Liam? I was just trying to-"

Liam interrupts, "Get attention, again! I'm sick of it! I'm out of here!"

He storms out of the room, feeling a tug on his pointer-finger. One of his Platonics must have been in that room. Marinette follows him out.

"What was that about, Liam?" She asks.

Liam sighs & sits down on a bench. He trusts Marinette more than anyone in that room. Maybe she’ll understand... Here goes nothing.

"I can see people's strings."

Marinette's eyes widen in shock.

"Soulmate strings?" She asks.

Liam nods, "Everyone's except my own & the Miraculous heroes."

Marinette sighs, "That must be painful."

"I guess. It's painful to see people fall in love with people that are not their soulmates, & I can't tell them without feeling guilty."

Marinette asks, "Why did you yell at Lila, though?"

“Because she’s a liar.” Liam frowns.

Marinette nods, “Can’t argue with that.”

Liam sighs, "The strings are different colours, based on personality or an important trait of the soulmate. Her romantic soulmate string is dull and clear, which usually means they are either dead, or a fake, like her."

Marinette sits next to him & asks, "What about Soul enemies? What's that?"

Liam points at his middle finger, "Right here is a string attached to people who are made to be enemies. Hers is connected to you. It glows a blinding red when you are close to your most hated enemy. Yours is Lila, my cousin, & one is, oddly enough, Gabriel Agreste. Then there are dull but not dull enough strings. Those are for the people that could possibly be a kind of soulmate. Chloe's string attached to you moved from your middle to your pointer. It's dull, but there."

Marinette frowns, "What about everyone in class?"

"Alya was supposed to be Soulmates with Nino, because their strings are attached to the ring, but if something gets in the way, the bond weakens until it just snaps. Especially if one in the relationship turns abusive and toxic. Adrien's attached to Nino's, yours, & Chloe's pointer, Rose & Juleka I never get a clear look, Mylene & Ivan seem good, but I can't tell if someone's a true romantic soulmate until they become adults except some people." Liam explains.

Marinette's face becomes downcast, "So... Adrien isn't my soulmate?"

Liam shakes his head, "Only a platonic. You need to remove all those pictures in your room of him. It'll only hurt more. But... I can do something for you."

Marinette raises her eyebrow, confused.

"I can tell you what your possible soulmate will look like, & where he lives, if you'll let me. I just need to hold your string." Liam offers.

Marinette asks, "You'd do that?"

Liam nods. Marinette holds out her hand to him, giving him permission. He grabs a hold of the blue/silver string attached to her ring finger & closes his eyes. A slim young man appears in his vision, with blue eyes, dark hair, a few scars, & fair skin. One thing that seems to recur is a suit of armour, shocking Liam. The kid in Liam's vision is seen fighting strange creatures in a place in America called Arcadia. The boy then becomes a strange being of stone, then a bigger one, then a human again. Liam opens his eyes, flabbergasted.

"You have a knight in shining armour for a soulmate." He breathes.

Marinette giggles, "Yeah, right. Tell me what you really saw."

Liam locks eyes with Marinette & tells her, "Your soulmate looks like a knight. He's blue-eyed, black hair, very slim, & is in America. A town called Arcadia. I think I saw someone call him Jim."

***

Jim Lake Jr looks at his phone. Toby had died just last week during a fight with a Troll. He was mourning his best friends' death when he had passed out on his bed.

In his dreams, he's wearing the Trollhunter armour he lost after he turned back into a human. He saw Toby almost die again, only for a girl wearing ladybug themed spandex to jump in front & protect him with a yoyo. The girl wraps the yoyo around the troll & pulls tight, cutting the troll apart.

"Leave them alone!" She yells at the troll remains.

Jim asks, "Who are you?"

The bluenette smiles, "I'm Ladybug. Hero of Paris, but you'll end up knowing me as-"

Suddenly, a man in a strange butterfly costume & a woman in a peacock costume appear & attack the Ladybug girl.

"Give me your Miraculous, Ladybug!" the Butterfly man orders.

Ladybug yells, "Never, Hawk Moth! Cat Noir, Ryuko!"

Two other animal-themed people appear behind Jim.

"Coming, M'lady! Watch out for Mayura." The cat boy yells as he extends his Baton & uses it like a sword.

The other one seems to be dressed up as a dragon & attacks with an actual sword. Jim stares in shock as the three heroes help each other with attackers. Ladybug gets knocked down by Mayura, & the other two are being distracted by Hawk Moth. Mayura's about to bring her dangerous fan down onto Ladybug. Jim's eyes widen in panic as he lunges in front of Mayura & holds his sword Daylight in a defensive position against the deadly fan.

"That's enough." A new voice announces.

Suddenly, everyone except Jim disappears.

"Toby!" Jim exclaims.

A boy places his hand on Jim's shoulder to comfort him.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I'm Liam. I need to tell you something, Jim." the boy explains.

Jim asks, "What could you possibly need to tell me?"

Liam answers, "A, this is a dream. When I hold someone's soulmate string, I can contact their soulmate via dreams. B, I can see people's soulmate strings. Apparently, those heroes are your soulmates. Platonically, of course. We are in Paris."

Jim frowns, causing Liam to hesitate.

"I do know one of your soulmates. What kind I’m not saying just yet. Her name is Marinette. When you come to Paris, try not to get upset though. I'll explain it more here."

Jim wakes up, terrified. Something about that dream just seems too real. He goes to the computer & researches Paris. What he finds shocks him.

***

Jim's sitting in a library searching about the word "Miraculous". So far, there is almost nothing, until he stumbles onto the Ladyblog on the library's computer. He calls Claire.

"Claire, we need to go to Paris."

***

Liam rolls his eyes as another akuma tries to take over Paris.

"Look out!" Someone yells.

Liam looks up to see a beam coming towards him when two people crash into him. One's a girl with a white strip in her hair & one-

"You?" Liam asks.

Jim asks, "You?"

Claire asks, "You know each other?"

Both males answer, "Long story."

Liam grabs both their hands & runs.

"Where is a bloody akuma shelter when you need it?!" Liam growls.

Claire asks, "What's going on? What's an akuma?"

Liam sighs, "Another long story."

He looks at Claire's hand, a habit with his ability. He feels his ringfinger tighten & widens his eyes. He panics when he sees Ryuko.

"Ryuko! Help!" He yells.

Ryuko jumps next to the three teens. Liam grips his ringfinger as he pushes the other two towards Ryuko.

"Take these two, please! They're tourists! I'll find a shelter!" Liam orders.

Ryuko nods & grabs the two teens and rushes away to a shelter. Liam picks up his pace as he dodges the akuma.

"Liam!" a very familiar voice exclaims.

Liam trips & crashes into the ground, getting a few bruises. He looks up & prepares himself for the inevitable when a strong pair of arms wrap around him. He opens his eyes to see Ladybug saving him. He feels his pointer-finger tug as she takes him far away. His pointer flashes, & he looks down to see Marinette's name written on it. That's new.

"Thanks, Ladybug." Liam smiles.

"Be more careful! We can't lose the only guy that can see soulmates." Ladybug frowns.

Liam suddenly looks at Ladybug in shock. He's only ever told his parents and...

"Marinette..." He whispers.

"Get somewhere safe." Ladybug orders.

***

Marinette groans, "I messed up Tikki!"

Tikki rolls her eyes, "Marinette, Liam can see Soulmate strings. You & him are Platonic soulmates. It was bound to happen. So you slipped up. He won't tell anyone. He's too nice for that."

Before Marinette can respond, a knock comes from her trapdoor. Liam comes through the trapdoor.

"I brought someone, Nette." Liam smiles.

A boy with blue eyes, black hair, a blue jumper, and a scar over his right eyebrow pokes his head through the trapdoor.

"Meet your soulmate. Enjoy." Liam smirks as he leaves the room.

A/N Okay, so I'm a big crossover shipper, in case you haven't noticed. This is the Jim Lake Jr X Marinette Dupain-Cheng ship. There aren't nearly enough fanfics for this ship. Also, I apologise for killing Toby. I was gonna go with killing Claire, but I had to get them to Paris fast SOMEHOW. Should I do a second part of this? Or are you cool on the cliffhanger?

I got told to make a sequel, it’s right here people!

Part 2

[sirikenobi12]

How about Wrecker for the character ask??

Ooof, right out the gate huh Anon? Alright, gonna try to not make people angry here and answer this as diplomatically as possible.

How I feel about this character: Wrecker is honestly so far my least favorite Star Wars character ever and that's saying a lot because Ziro the Hutt exists. I am not a fan of the Bad Batch in general, I frankly hated their arc in season 7 and this show has been my least anticipated SW content...well, ever. But, I'm hoping they grow on me (Hunter has started to, and of course I like Echo) but overall they are just these one dimensional characters that are nothing but action movie tropes who spend their time trashing the "regular" clones and it's just tough for me to find any of them sympathetic.

Wrecker in particular so far has had very little redeeming qualities. I am so very sick of the "big guy = dumb" trope in various media, and the fact that Wrecker barely speaks in full sentences is not cute or endearing it's frankly insulting to people of a larger stature. Dee Bradley Baker is an amazingly talented voice actor, but I swear every time that Wrecker opens his mouth I cringe (but that's honestly more to do with the writing than the acting I'll bet).

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Um, no one. Sorry, but don't I care enough about Wrecker to ship him with anyone...sorry.

I'm honestly not a huge fan of shipping in general, that's not really the main reason I write/read fanfic - I don't have an issue with it, but it's not the main reason I'm here (Yes, I'm aware that I write stories with ships don't come at me with that...ha ha!). But if it's not already a relationship that is canon I have to really, REALLY care about the characters to bother writing a ship. If that makes sense??

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Um...again I don't really think enough about Wrecker to have one. But, for the sake of the game I guess I'd say his competitive dynamic with Crosshair could be interesting so I guess my answer is Crosshair.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think I said it all in my answer to the first question...LOL. My unpopular opinion is that Wrecker has so far added nothing to the story/lore of Star Wars. We spent 7 seasons being told that the clones were individuals despite the fact that they were genetic copies of the same person and instead of having a spin off series with a group of those clones (that we already cared about) we're saddled with a group of toxic male stereotypes who have yet to show us any real depth and Wrecker above and beyond that has shown us really not much other than he likes to blow stuff up. He adds so little to the story that if he wasn't there the show wouldn't change at all so I feel he is kind of pointless.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I could be really mean here, but I won't be. I truly hope that Wrecker (and the rest of the Bad Batch) change my mind and become characters I end up loving. Another thing I guess I am hoping for after watching this last episode where Wrecker started having headaches is that maybe his chip is activating...that could be a cool obstacle for the group.

Phew, this was a hard one! Sorry for anyone I made angry with my thoughts on this character.