#Like I said there were so many other characters I could've done but I wanted this to short

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Sweetest Nectar

Pairing: Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Birthdays aren't a big deal to you, but Bucky gives you a reason to celebrate. Word Count: Almost 1.9k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, swearing, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Florist!Bucky will always be a comfort character to me and what better way to celebrate a birthday? I wish I could've done more for you lovelies as a thank you for your support. Thanks to @sweeterthanthis for the idea of Bucky feeding you cake while he...well, you'll see. 😉 Beta read by the beautiful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog , but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Each year you got older, the less inclined you felt to celebrate your birthday. It was simply another day and another reminder that you were getting older. You appreciated the messages and gifts from friends and family who provided them, but the day itself was nothing for people to bend over backwards for. Even having the sweetest boyfriend in the world didn't change your opinion on that. 

"It's just a day like any other. It's not a big deal."

"It isn't any other day, Petal. It's your special day."

You told your florist more than once he didn't need to do anything special for you. Naturally, he didn't listen and showed you a beautiful bed and breakfast he wanted to whisk you away to for the weekend after your birthday. It brought a smile to your face how excited he got about the layout and view. He even took screenshots of some of the highlights and sent them to you. It hit you at that moment that even though it wasn't a big deal for you to celebrate your big day, it meant a great deal to him.

Because Bucky is a passionate man and that extended to you.

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to."

"The only tears you better cry are tears of joy, Petal," Bucky said, leaning up from where he was currently perched between your thighs. He had you stripped down the moment he walked through the door and already gave you more than one orgasm. "You okay?"

"I’m okay," you promised, giving him a reassuring smile as you brushed back some of the hair that fell in his eyes. He fixed his bun once, but you messed it up the moment your fingers twisted through the strands again. He was so beautiful. You did cry a bit earlier, but that had to do with the mind-shattering orgasm he gave you and how happy he made you. “Better than okay.”

Bucky had a bouquet sent to your place with the amount of flowers matching your age. Not only did it have a handwritten card with it, but he managed to get Ruth, Steve, and so many others to write sweet messages for you. You weren’t even sure how long it took for him to meet and get everyone to sign it. He brought dinner from your favorite restaurant that evening after you told him you weren’t making him cook for you, along with a nice bottle of wine and a beautifully wrapped gift. 

Which he hadn’t let you open yet. 

You were curious about what was under that pretty blue wrapping paper that sat feet away, but you knew it would be special. 

I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

"Then say 'ahh'."

Obediently, your mouth fell open. His eyes darkened as his fingers slid over your folds, bringing the fork to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it the moment it was close enough, taking a moment to savor the delicious flavors on your tongue. Steve baked you a cake, your favorite, and your boyfriend took great pleasure in feeding you bite by bite.

He also took great pleasure by feasting between your thighs.

"Delicious?" he asked, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick the wetness away as you finished your bite. Arousal swirled in your gut like he didn't make you come minutes ago. "Better than sex?"

"It might be," you teased as he tried to pull away, grabbing his wrist to hold him still and lick away the remaining icing from the fork. “Tastes like heaven.”

He growled playfully as he set the utensil aside, throwing a thigh over his broad shoulder to open you up more to him. “You taste like heaven,” he argued. Every nerve ending came to life as he licked his lips and stared at your glistening pussy. “The sweetest nectar.”

It's my birthday, but he's looking at me like I'm the gift.

You were desperate to feel his tongue again, digging your heel into his warm back to pull him closer. He was kind enough to strip down when he yanked your clothes off earlier. The scent of his cologne and the shop lingered on his skin, mixed with the remainder of the baked goods that sat feet away. Your already overwhelmed senses yearned for more.

You let him push your other leg to the side more, the metal tender against your skin. The hand that created so much beauty when it could so easily destroy. The same hand attached the man who brought you to life. You swallowed when you gazed down at his handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling before he winked at you. 

You drive me crazy, Bucky.

You moaned and writhed when he dipped his head down to push his tongue in, his hands easily holding you in place so he could get a proper taste. Your body still as wet and slick as before, as if it knew it belonged to him. A hand went to your breast, gasping when you realized how sensitive your nipples were. Every part you felt sensitive, but it only fueled your need more. You hadn't realized you pushed your pussy into his face more until his chuckle vibrated against your hole.

"See? You know you taste like fucking heaven, which is why you want me to have more. Don't you?"

"No, I don't taste like heaven," you moaned, arching to push your aching breast against his palm more. 

He licked over your clit, circling it with another growl. "Take that back or I may have to give you birthday spankings."

"Is that a threat?" you giggled, your body shaking more. "Oh, no. Not birthday spankings!"

“I’ll put you over my knee,” he threatened, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves.

“I’ll wiggle my ass,” you teased, reaching down to yank on the soft strands of hair as he sucked harder. He teased your soping hole with a fingertip, not pushing any deeper.  “Fuck, fuck. Fine, I taste delicious. Sweest fucking nectar you’ve ever had.”

He hummed in satisfaction before he buried his tongue back inside you, sliding his finger in as well. He greedily licked up what your body so freely offered. His talented mouth and fingers made you get lost in the feel of him, your body trembling as he cared for and loved you. It was the first time in a long time that you actually wanted attention today.

You're giving me everything I didn't know I needed.

Your head fell back as he began tracing a pattern with his tongue, helpless to the onslaught. "A-Are you spelling 'happy birthday'?"

Your thighs trembled as his hand slid from your breast down your torso, moaning in response as he continued to form the letters along your walls. If he hummed along, you'd be close to seeing stars. You practically leaked at this point, his fingers and tongue soaking up every drop that they could. You prayed he didn't try to give you as many orgasms as your age. 

I'm brave, but I don't have a death wish. Or do I?

Bucky added another finger as he pulled back, his lips and scruff wet as you panted. "You're so fucking beautiful. Should treat every day like it's your birthday," he murmured, casually grabbing another bite like his fingers weren't knuckle deep inside you. "You'd let me, wouldn't you? Let you soak my face before you soak my cock? C'mon. One more bite."

Your toes curled as you let him place the cake in your mouth. If you choked and died this way, you were going to haunt his ass until he joined you in the afterlife. You managed to chew and swallow before you nodded, which was a feat considering you were on the edge of your orgasm. 

"That's my good girl. Prettiest girl with the prettiest pussy. Fuck, you're gonna let me ruin you," he praised, quickly putting the fork down so he could get back to work. "I know it isn't my birthday, but I need you to come again. Please, Petal. One more on my tongue. Let me taste that sweet fucking nectar and I'll give you my cock. I know you want it."

Fuck, yes. I want it. I want you. Please, please, please, Bucky.

Your trembling increased as he slipped his tongue back in, your walls pulsing faster. When his fingers curled, brushing that spongy spot inside you repeatedly, you snapped. You cried out as the waves of pleasure threatened to drown you once again, Bucky's groan of delight adding to the erotic melody. He didn’t let up as you rode it out, eagerly drinking all of you up.

You didn't realize he stopped until he moved up your body a minute later, his tongue tangling with yours as you tried to even out your breathing. The faint taste of the icing and your release made you moan as you cupped his cheeks, some of the wetness from his face smearing along your chin. He placed a gentler kiss on your lips once he let you breathe properly, pulling you into his arms and staying close as you came down. 

“Wow,” you sighed, nuzzling his neck.

“Still think Steve’s cake is better than sex?” Bucky smiled as he rubbed your back.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had your cock yet today,” you smiled back as you lifted your head. You weren’t expecting to see a bit sadness swirling in his eyes. “You okay?” you asked, echoing his earlier question.

“I know you didn’t want to make a big deal about today, but I really wanted you to feel special,” he explained, kissing your forehead. “I don’t think flowers and cake are enough.”

“What? How are those not enough?” you questioned, breaking through the haze of ecstasy. “You got me a nice dinner, a beautiful card with kind messages and a gift, too. And not an electronic card. You had to hunt everyone down to get those written,” you pointed out.

I’m never throwing it away.

“It still isn’t enough,” he huffed.

He’s pouting and I’m so in love.

Your heart swelled when you touched his cheek, wondering how and why of all people you were lucky enough to have him. “Bucky, it’s more than enough. Those gifts are special because they’re from YOU. Not to mention, I’m spending the evening and upcoming weekend with my favorite person. You knocked it out of the park.”

He blushed a bit, giving you a small smile. “I did?”

“Best birthday ever,” you swore, giving him your pinky so he’d loop it with his. “Promise.”

His eyes lit up, pressing a soft kiss to the entwined fingers. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Thank YOU.”

For everything.

“Ready for me to prove why sex is better than cake? Then you can open your gift?"

“Sex? But there’s still more cake,” you smiled as he pulled you in for another kiss. Your beefy, gorgeous man treated every day like you were his world and today further cemented how much you meant to him. You’d let him shower you with affection each year on your birthday he wanted to.

And you would make sure when his birthday rolled around that you would celebrate with the same kind of love.

*****

Catch up with our beefy florist here. We'll see him again soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

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Scarabia: Holiday Special

Normally Scarabia is hard for me to write…but today I kinda got carried away. Jamil’s part could've gotten longer if I had the time. I had ideas for that one for no reason. It was fun to write though! Hope you enjoy your Scarabia boys!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Scarabia: A White Winter

Scarabia’s dorm never really got cold unless it was night; it was a literal desert, after all. This posed a few problems when all you wanted to do was spend a white winter with a particular boy. You even made mention of it, and Kalim got the grand idea of renting a cabin off in a different town for the winter break, and you were being dragged along for the ride. 

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was full of surprises, so when he showed up to your home a few days back, telling you that he was dragging you off to a cabin in the mountains to experience a white winter, you knew it would be a good time. You packed your warmest clothes and anything else you’d need before meeting him in the hall of mirrors, fully set on going on this vacation. What you seemed to forget was Kalim was used to heat. He knew the desert gets cold at night, but nothing like being covered in snow for days on end.

So it made sense that, as much as he wanted to go tubing and skiing; amongst other winter activities, he was condemned to the couch in between all those activities so he could get feeling back in his body. Thankfully for you, Kalim was a very cuddly person so he didn’t just leave you to warm up.

“Come on, let’s snuggle!” Kalim said as he finished setting up the fireplace. The poor boy was bundled up as much as he could as he sat on the small couch right in front of the fire. Two large, fluffy blankets were strewn on the couch from the many sessions you had. 

“Alright, give me a minute though. The tea is almost done.” You said, watching as the man bundled under one of the blankets and left the other one for you. You walked to the kitchen and got two mugs of a nice chai tea to help warm you guys up. You then walked back over to where Kalim was. As soon as he saw you, he opened his arms up wide for you to join.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked over and got settled on his lap so you were still facing him. Before he took his mug, he was grabbing the blanket and putting it over your shoulders and making sure you were warm as well. You swore you melted from how sweet he was; Kalim took his cup and sipped on the warm liquid, humming in appreciation.

“So, what’s next on the agenda once we have feeling back in our fingers?” You asked, sipping your drink. The chai tea Kalim had brought with him was next level quality and you swore you might actually have to say something so he would get you some for your dorm.

“I wanna go up one of those ski gondolas!” Kalim said the idea made him excited. He had seen them in winter movies, but this would be totally different. You chuckled, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable.

“You know we’ll have to do something once we’re up there…I actually think there’s a cafe at the top or a restaurant. One of those two.” You said, checking the clock behind you two. It was still pretty early in the day since Kalim was such a morning person.

“Perfect, we can get lunch up there!” He said before frowning, “But I don’t have Jamil here to check the food.” he realized. He rarely ate something that someone else made for him, which meant restaurants were a no go.

“I’ll taste test them for you, I promise.” You said with a wink. Kalim seemed to brighten up as he dragged you down for a quick kiss.

“You’re the best…but you’re not allowed to get poisoned either.” He said, making you scoff.

“We’re in the middle of the mountains, and this reservation was made with a fake name. Nobody even knows you’re here. Why would they think you’d be in a snowy landscape?” You asked, making him hum.

“I guess you’re right…” Kalim said before turning to you, “Ya know, my lips are still kinda cold. If we want to go there for lunch, we gotta wait for them to warm up.” he said with a giant grin. You laughed, before leaning in so your noses touched.

“I’ll help you out then.”

Jamil Viper

Kalim was known for doing nice things for his friends, and since he saw Jamil as one of his closest friends, he wanted to do something nice. What better thing than to ship him off to a freezing cold mountain, with a special somebody and hope he doesn’t freeze to death? In Kalim’s defense, he just wanted Jamil to have a fun time experiencing a white winter since he had to go home.

The downside was that Jamil stressed. Even if Kalim assured him it was alright, and everyone was informed as to why Kalim didn’t have his servant there with him, Jamil was still stressed. Home was, technically, one of the most dangerous places for Kalim since that’s where all his enemies were.

This meant a good majority of your time in the cabin was watching Jamil texting Kalim to make sure he’s checking something, or wanting to speak to his stand-in servant. It was so bad that Jamil’s sister personally called him and told him to just relax and that she was blocking his number on Kalim’s phone.

So queue sitting with Jamil in the cabin, trying to watch a movie while he checked his phone every ten seconds, “Jamil, seriously, you need to chill. We’re only gone for three days.” You said, squeezing his arm in, what you hoped, was a reassuring manner.

“A lot can happen in three days.” Jamil pointed out and you shook your head.

“Or nothing at all. You need to relax a bit, y’know? That’s the whole point of being up here together.” You reminded him, “Let’s go do some winter activities. Chill at some random coffee shop, go tubing down a hill, build a snowman. Let’s have fun.” You tried tugging at his arm, but he grumbled.

“As much as I wish I could, I can’t simply just relax.” Jamil said with a sigh, “If something happens to Kalim, it would reflect badly on my family.”

“Did you forget that it’s your own sister who’s watching over him?” You huffed, “Are you saying she’s not capable of protecting Kalim for a measly three days?”

“I never said that.” Jamil said, shooting you a small glare.

“Oh, it was implied.” You couldn’t help but flick his nose, “Now come on, I have a brilliant idea as to what we can do.” You decided, jumping up from the couch and tossing the blanket off yourself.

“And what would that be?” Jamil asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning into the cushions behind him.

“This is a private cabin with a hot spring. We’d be fools not to try it out. Come on, let’s go; it’s the best thing for chasing off the cold, it’ll help you relax a bit too. Then we are going out to lunch together. Then I want to walk around the town and stop by souvenir shops.” You told him, deciding enough was enough. You were going to enjoy this vacation no matter what.

Jamil sighed as he got up and began following you. You stopped by the bathhouse and grabbed two towels, tossing one at Jamil as you pulled a curtain. Jamil was about to ask what you were doing before he noticed the clothes falling to the ground.

“Come on, strip and put your towel on.” You called out, finishing with taking all your clothes off and wrapping the towel securely around you to cover your modesty. Jamil sighed as he followed in suit, the towel hanging almost loosely around his hips. Once you were sure he was decent, you opened up the curtain and made a beeline outside.

Jamil followed, watching as you jumped into the water. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that the temperature was just right. You heard some splashing and watched Jamil walk in. Once he was inside the water you moved over and leaned on his chest, sitting down on one of the benches.

“This better?” You asked Jamil, being able to hear his heartbeat from where you sat. Jamil wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t relaxing. You felt his hand on your chin as he moved your face over. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and you smiled into it.

“Better.”

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May I request Riddle, Azul, Jamil, Vil, and Leona’s reaction to their crush switching to RSA because they got a late acceptance letter, and are afraid of them after their overblot/waiting to stay as far away from them as they can. (I love these characters but I love angst more)

Hello, thank you for the ask! I feel like I could've written this better but I hope you still like it!

Riddle, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Leona react to their crush switching to RSA

Riddle

He wanted to be with you for a while, you were one of the smartest people he knew both in academics and in social life. You were friendly to everyone and you stood up for students when they faced bullies. Overall he thought you were amazing, but you especially took his heart when you treated him more like a friend than a scary dorm leader.

But he was afraid, afraid that he was too stiff or he wasn't the perfect one for you. He was a master in the academics but he felt like a complete idiot when it came to relationships. It only made things worse when he finally got the courage and went up to you with some roses he collected when you bumped into him with a letter in hand.

You saw him, waved but quickly hid the letter behind your back. Instead of giving him a chance to ask you what it was about, you ran away. Had he done something wrong? He called out to you, but you didn't look back. You were afraid of seeing him overblot or get upset in general, and you felt that this was the best way out of it.

It went on like that. Riddle didn't see you as often and he would sometimes take hold of your arm to directly ask you what's happening, but you said that you were busy and ran off. He ended distancing himself from you, thinking he was probably too pushy and it was best for the two of you to be away from each other. It was only after a few weeks he heard that you had left for RSA.

Ah. So that was it. He nodded at the news Cater brought and silently went off to the Rose garden. He had met you there, tending the hedgehogs and sitting in the grass. You were likely friends with Chenya, he wondered if you were happy in RSA instead. He wondered if you found someone you liked there too.

The two of you met at the VDC event. You were with a few friends and were wearing that white uniform that so many NRC students hated. Riddle went up and politely said hello to you, hoping you would still act the same as you did, hoping you would still beam with joy when seeing him. Instead, you gave him a polite wave, a sad smile on your face but quickly disappearing amongst the crowd. He knew you had left without a word because you were scared he would overblot, Riddle didn't mind though. He could at least see you happy with others, that was enough for him.

Azul

He admired every aspect of you. You weren't afraid of him or the tweels, you had powerful magic, you were smart and beautiful. You had everything he wanted, but you treated him like he was better than you. It was strange, but it was a warm feeling. He felt like he was filled with butterflies whenever you spoke to him.

"You have a crush," Floyd explained nonchalantly while twirling his hat around. Azul refused to believe it, but it was written on his face that he liked you. Even you could figure it out as he was always trying to impress you but he would always end up more flustered than you were. It was cute, and you wanted to ask him out one day.

A letter arrived however. You were going to RSA. You weren't sure if you could keep being friends with Azul when he could cause a tantrum of some kind, but you also didn't want to tell him to leave. Instead, you decided to softly let go of him by not talking to him as much and avoiding him.

Azul panicked when this started. He began to question if he was not good enough for you, if he was doing something horrible. He begged you to talk to him at one point, taking your arm and stopping you. He was as clingy as you would've expected. Finally, you had to cave in. "I'm going to RSA, I got a late letter of acceptance. Sorry, I won't be here for much longer," you explained. Azul was shocked, but he was more hurt that this news would mean the two of you were going to be separated. You omitted telling him you were afraid of him overblotting again.

He was with you until you were out of the NRC gates. He never had the courage to ask you out, he was too afraid of rejection. But looking back, he wished he had asked you right when you said you were going. Maybe you could've stayed in NRC then, who knows. He did see you at the VDC event however, but as one of the contestants onstage.

He wondered if you could see him in the crowd. He was the loudest one cheering for you, and you looked happy. You were singing a love duet with someone else, a duet that Azul and you had practiced once together. He smiled to himself when you were bowing and leaving the stage. It could've been the two of you on the stage, but he would instead see you shine without him at your side.

Jamil

You were close to him because the two of you worked as babysitters for Scarabia basically haha. He was busy taking care of laundry for Kalim while you were doing some of yours and another friend's. That was how the friendship started, and it bloomed into a really good one too.

Jamil felt as though you saw him as more than a servant of the Al Asim family. He thought you were beautiful too, but he would never tell you that in person (he's too shy). But he did feel himself grow more and more attached to you. You were also one of the only people to stand up for him after he overblotted. Because of all of these things, he wanted to ask you out.

The timing could've been better however. You were always sitting next to him in classes in the library but now you were far away. He wondered if something had gotten to you, maybe he was the problem? But instead of asking, he decided to leave you be, thinking you needed some time for yourself.

However, he would find out that you left for RSA when he went to knock on your door one day. Kalim looked at Jamil and asked what he was doing. "Oh, I know y/n's usually in their dorm room, I was planning on giving them some food I made but-" "They left over the weekend," another student said while walking by. "What?!" Kalim and Jamil seemed to agree on something. "Yeah, they went to RSA, turns out they were accepted super late."

He regrets not being able to tell you his true feelings. He would have to live under that shadow for a long time. That is until the VDC event when he was with the NRC team led by Vil. You were with Neige, talking to him like the two of you were super close. Jamil went up to say hello, but Vil stopped him. "We can't go to those RSA students, you know that," Vil said in an annoyed tone.

He wasn't able to say hello, even after the event. Instead, he could only watch you from afar as you cheered from the crowd. He wondered if you thought he was just as amazing as you were, no probably not. He didn't know why you stopped talking to him, but it didn't matter. Jamil knew that you had moved on, just like the sands in a desert sweeped up by the wind. Too bad he couldn't move on.

Vil

Though there was so many people that desired to be with him, Vil felt as though it was all fake. He wondered if they were just trying to get close to him for the fame or for any status, so he continued to ignore those people. But he found you, someone that was like a breath of fresh air. You treated him like a regular person rather than a famous model or actor. You treated him with kindness and you weren't scared to be honest with him.

He loved you. You were absolutely beautiful being the way you were, not minding what others said about you and simply living each moment to the fullest. He wished he could be like you, but his inner worries of failure didn't help. He saw how much damage he caused after he overblotted, and he didn't want to see you get hurt. He wasn't sure if you could accept his love for you after that either.

It seems that Vil was able to read you pretty easily since the overblot incident did freak you out a bit. Sure you knew that Vil wasn't always like that, and in many ways you admired him. But you couldn't help but feel uneasy with him. Then came the fact that you were now going to RSA, a school that you knew Vil disliked. Instead of hearing him talk you out of it, you decided to stay silent but away from the dorm leader.

Of course, Vil didn't take this lightly. He asked you multiple times why you were ignoring him, but you said that it wasn't that you were trying to ignore him and instead you were super busy. Eventually, he left you alone, but he did leave a letter under your dorm room door about meeting you in the ballroom. You never read it as you departed to RSA right when he did that.

Rook was the one that broke the news to Vil. "...Is that so?" Vil was eerily quiet about it, and Rook too was a little worried that Vil would go extreme over this. But Vil was quiet, he seemed calm, like nothing had happened. Except for when NRC and RSA had a joint sporting event and he saw Neige with you. Vil saw the way you held hands with him, kissed him on the cheek, etc.

Instead of approaching you however, he slipped away into the crowd. You were scared of him, it made sense in his head now why you avoided to let him know. You had seen him overblot, and he was known to be harsh in the school. At least he would see you happy, though he would stand behind like he always did behind the curtains of a show. Neige would always be in the center with the partner, just like you were right now.

Leona

Honestly no one saw you two coming together at first. You were much more enthusiastic and energetic than he was, and people thought Leona would avoid you. However, he was the one that protected you from a pack of delinquent students and he also tolerated you being with him when he was trying to take naps.

You took his heart, to put it simply. You treated him like he was more than just a second-born prince. Though you saw him overblot, saw all the terrible things he did to win against Diasomnia, you still stayed at his side in the infirmary. You told him how much you cared for him, and that was enough for Leona to fall in love with you.

The sad thing was, you had received a letter of acceptance from RSA, saying that you should come as soon as possible. You weren't sure what to do, but you knew that you had to go, it was your dream school after all. But what about Leona? You couldn't tell him, you didn't know what he would do with the news. Instead, you chose to stay silent and leave as quickly as you could.

Leona noticed that you were acting off. He didn't point it out, and he didn't bother asking because he wanted to respect your privacy. However, he did want to still ask you out. He swallowed nervously as he approached your door one day to knock. Yet, it seemed like there was no one inside. He just opened the door instead of knocking, but you were nowhere to be found. "Y/n?" he asked, but there was no answer. To make matters worse, there was no trace of you at all. He found out from Ruggie that you had transferred to RSA.

Leona didn't take the news very well. Of course, this meant that you two wouldn't be close, but it also showed that you had interests in somewhere with people like his brother than him. At least that was what Leona thought. He didn't know that you went but you still liked him. Leona gave up on asking you after that. Ruggie asked what the necklace was for, but Leona hid it in his pocket and said "It wasn't anything you needed to know."

Leona saw you at VDC, you were wearing the white uniform he disliked. You looked different too, not as outgoing as you used to be, a bit more regal in his eyes. Perhaps the y/n he knew was gone. He tried to make eye contact with you, but it was near impossible because of how you were occupied talking to others. Sighing, he gave up and walked towards the other Savanaclaw students to join them.

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It's Friiiiiday!! Could I get me some angst please: "When did the lies start?" - forrrr perhaps Anders and a character of your choice, or whoever you think will fit. Happy writing! :D

Happy Fridaaaaaaay! For @dadrunkwriting

Anders winced as a piece of a building cracked and thundered down to the street. Bethany's arm was like a vice around his arm as she dragged him and Hawke through Lowtown. Marian barely spoke and seemed almost dazed.

He glanced at her again. More than dazed really. In shock. "Bethy, we should-"

"It's 'Warden,' Anders. You don't fucking know me and you don't call the shots," she snarled.

He stopped suddenly, and Bethany jerked to a halt so hard that she swung Marian almost into a circle around her. "I don't," he agreed. "But I know her, and she's about to pass out if you don't give her a moment."

Bethany glared at him but didn't argue. She pulled Marian to an alley and sat her down, not hard, but definitely not gently. Anders gave them their space and rubbed his arms to stave off the chill in his bones. He'd done it. They'd done it. It was messy and brutal and not all the way he'd wanted it to go, but at least now the mages in the Gallows would have a chance.

"When did the lies start?"

Anders spun around, staff flaring bright, only to find Nate. He sighed and left the magic fizzle out. "Does it matter?"

Nate pointed at the Hawke sisters. "It does to them."

"Like the void it does," Anders snapped. "If you're pissed at me, just say so."

"Idiot, I'm furious," Nate hissed.

This fight already? He squared his shoulders and stood to his full height. "Mages deserve-"

"I'm furious you lied, you martyring shit!" Nate caught his shirt collar and pulled him close, nostrils flaring. "Both of you," he growled. "Justice, how could let him do this alone?"

Justice surged up through his skin. "He is never alone."

Nate leaned away, but didn't let go. He took a deep breath. "You're not the only one who cares about him, who cares about all of this." He pointed to Hawke. "Look at her. Look at what you've done to her. You lied to her, then you tried to make her kill you."

Justice shook their head. "We did what was necessary."

"No, you did it because you were a coward," he retorted. "The commander would've taken on the First Warden or the bloody Divine if you'd just come home, or even sent a blasted letter. We could've helped you, but no, you both were too busy isolating each other to remember how many of us actually cared. About you and about this."

Justice recoiled as if struck and sank back down, leaving Anders feeling like half of his body had taken a step back. His throat felt tight and his eyes burned. "Even . . . seeing what - seeing this?" He waved a hand back toward Hightown. "Nate, I don't regret it, but this, how can you say-"

He was suddenly pressed against the wall by the force of Nate's fierce kiss. Surpise mixed with confusion, desire mixed with guilt, and somehow he found himself tilting his head to kiss him back, sliding his hand up into his hair.

Time stood still. Nothing mattered but Nate, and Anders surrendered in relief. Marian might hate him, and everyone else too, but Nate didn't, and maybe that would be enough. He drank in every sensation, the warmth of the arms around him, the harsh breaths on his skin, the teeth rasping along lips, the throbbing of -

A high pitched whistle made them both jump.

"Told you," Bethany said to Hawke as they parted. "I might’ve been fucking him, and he might’ve been fucking you, but they were just waiting for each other again. You didn't mean shit, you didn't do shit, and now the city's on fucking fire. Let's go."

What? Anders pushed Nate away as he stumbled toward them. "Marian, I that’s not-"

Hawke caught his hands, keeping him from falling, and kissed his palm. "I know." She shot a venomous look at Bethany. "You said you're not my sister anymore, and that goes both ways: it’s been six years, and you don't know shit about him or me." Her fingers squeezed his as she stood up and dusted her shirt off. A wasted effort, considering the way the rubble kept falling. "Anders is a terrible liar. And anything I didn't know was because I didn't ask." She swung a baleful glare toward Nate, and the anger in it made Anders glad she wasn't a mage. A look that could kill wasn't just a euphemism, after all.

"You want to know when the lies started?" Marian asked in a low dangerous voice. "How about when you and your fucking Wardens said he'd be safe?" She pulled him close, shielding him with her body as she turned back to Bethany. "Warden this, Commander that. Anders can do whatever he wants, but it won't be because either of you guilted him into it. You didn't give enough of a shit to check on him for years, and now you're just gonna waltz in and try to take him back? Piss on that, piss on you, and piss especially on whoever thought I’d stop loving him for doing what no one else had the balls to." She sighed and shook her head. "And now, Warden Amell, we'll save my fucking city."

[mermaidsirennikita]

Some of the reactions I've seen to Lady Chatterley are so hilariously obtuse, like saying "they just wanted to insert p*rn in a movie". Idk if it's because I've seen various European movies that have very explicit sex but this new adaptation obviously tries to utilize it as a way of exploring the dynamic. You can very much so use love scenes as a way to tell the story you want to tell. And even in terms of explicitness it wasn't as objectifying or tasteless as it could've been?

It's just neopuritanical nonsense, and it's especially ironic in that the original novel was banned due (in part) to its explicit nature. If you're adapting Lady Chatterley without explicit sex, you're undermining the book (see: the very toothless and boring Richard Madden/Holliday Grainger one). This new adaptation honestly makes the sex more connected than other adaptations I've watched, and, as I've said before, gives us more of an insight into Mellors as a man. This is easily the most emotional Chatterley adaptation I've seen, and I've seen three others.

I'll be real, for some projects, I don't even really care if sex really seems like it's obviously exploring the dynamic. Sometimes people fuck to fuck, and I personally don't mind seeing that. But because sex is so personal, in character-driven stories I think sex is pretty much. Like. Inherently about exploring characters and dynamics. You learn about a character by the way they have sex, why they're having sex, etc. Sex is character.

As for what's objectifying and tasteless and what isn't... The thing about something being tasteless is that it depends on your taste. It's all subjective. So I don't really get why people argue about that over sexual content. I found the sex scenes to be incredibly tasteful and beautifully shot.

I do have to say, whenever people say explicit sex scenes are like porn--have these people watched porn? I mean, to be very fair, even porn ranges wildly in terms of its sensibilities. While I think the porn industry--like many others--can be exploitative and horrible, there are also creators and performers putting like... very emotional, creative stuff out there. And then there are people who aren't hurting anyone, but are basically just putting the most ridiculous, over the top shit out there (and there's a place and audience for it). These sex scenes were not like well-made porn or badly-made porn lmao, they were simulated, artfully done sex scenes. Go watch some ethically made porn and come back to tell me how much these sex scenes were like porn, lmao. Ridiculous.

[what-the-monkey]

Let me preface this by saying AOS will always be in my top 10 kdramas of all time. It truly made me feel so many things, happiness, but mostly anxiety and stress. I don't think I've ever been more obsessed with a kdrama, which is why I need to put all my feelings down so that I can move on from this show. I am well aware that writers/directors cannot satisfy everyone and there's a lot of factors that influence the final outcome of the drama. But I just wanted to talk about the good parts and the bad parts as well as what I selfishly wanted to see. This is going to be all over the place, tbh.

First of all, my love for these characters and actors/actresses is truly unhinged. This is the first time I've seen any of them in a drama and I'll probably follow all of their careers for the rest of my kdrama life.

I think Jung Somin (JSM) and Go Younjung (GYJ) both did amazingly. They were different characters (but also the same) that did great with what they had. Not gonna lie, I was very worried about GYJ before S2 aired (this being her first lead role, her being a rookie, that she had never done romance before this, trying to follow JSM, etc. etc.) but she truly exceeded my expectations. Lee Jaewook (LJW) is my boy and it's hard to believe that he's only 24 years old. Shin Seung-ho and Yoo Insoo will always be in my heart and they're so funny and goofy (in real life especially) and I love them. Hwang Minhyun wasn't my favourite character, but the interactions of all of the actors in real life just makes my heart so warm. They're so cute!

I always have strong feelings towards writers when it comes to any type of show and I tend to feel the most hate towards them. Like do they not have moderators that go "oh, this is shit and doesn't make sense, please revise"? It always feels sad when the story that they've developed for years and the characters that we hold so dearly don't reach their potential. But as I said before these are my own selfish feelings.

Fantasy/romance genre is my absolute favourite. The further from reality the better and romance (when done well) just feeds my soul like no other. Fortunately/unfortunately fantasy has a lot of potential for world building and story telling. So where the kdrama fell flat was the plot, pacing and world building.

This drama had 30 episodes and they had multiple filler episodes that could've been used to flesh out the magical world and the dominant families and how they came to be. I loved ukiedoekie and ukyeong (my fav, tbh), but they could've given some of the other actors more screentime to better the plot.

The questions I have are: was the plan always to have Go Younjung come back? Because season 2 makes you question whether they even wanted her there. What happened with Jung Somin? Why did she not even have cameos in season 2, when clearly she should have? If it was just scheduling issues, then I kind get it, but she made that insignificant cameo when they could've made her do young Jin Buyeon's role, because it doesn't make sense that the 10 year old was there. Was the budget less for S2 than S1? Could they not afford JSM for S2 so they had to rewrite stuff? I just feel like the show really lacked cohesion in S2 and it shows and I'm trying to come up with excuses as to why. I loved Naksu/JBY/CY and how GYJ portrayed her, but the storyline and how they went about her character makes me question everything.

I do not like how they under utilized the female characters in this show. Jin Cho Yeon was just there. It's crazy to me that she was part of the oh so great "four seasons", for what?

Jang Uk (JU) and Mudoek were portrayed very well by the respective actors, I think they were great. But I wonder whether in interviews and press stuff whether it was a PR thing to not have them interact or make you feel anything when they're together (because they knew that LJW would be endgame with GYJ) so that the fans wouldn't get even more attached to them. Or did they not really "like" each other that much outside of their work or maybe their age gap was too significant? I put "like" in quotations because from the BTS videos they were always professional and pleasant with each other. I was sad when NO ONE from the AOS cast showed up to JSMs movie premier and no one really posted about her when the show wrapped for S2, except Yoo Insoo, that sweetheart.

LJW and GYJ are a whole other story. Their chemistry was extremely apparent on screen and in real life. I think they're the cutest and you can clearly see how much they care for each other and respect each other. If they were trying to distract the viewers from the plot with kissing scenes and on screen chemistry then it kinda worked, but I see you.

Naksu, Naksu, Naksu. That opening fight scene was the biggest clickbait I've ever seen in my entire life. I loooooove physically strong female leads that can fight with the boys and hold their own physically. Please see that I'm saying physically, because obviously emotionally or mentally strong is inferred. So to say I was sad that we never truly got to see that again is an understatement. In S2 I get why they ended it how they ended it, but if Naksu/Cho Yeong (CY) was never going to use her mage powers they could've fleshed out the priestess powers to make the ending more satisfying. (See earlier note about budget or them making JU look the strongest at the expense of the female character.)

I would've like to see JU and CY seeing each other when they found out that they could be together forever. Even if it was just them looking at each other from a far. (I just know that their micrexpressions would've slapped) I wish we got more interactions with all of the actors together. I wish that the final scene was them hunting a relic in Daeho and all the village people in awe of the power couple and seeing the faces of their friends and family knowing that they're home. That would've been cute. If they made half of season 2 about them hunting relics, I would've been so happy. I hate that they never cleared Naksu's name. Does the main cast know that she's Naksu or are they still lying to people? That's something that should've been cleared up. I also feel sad about Danggu and Mudoek's relationship that never got closure, because they were besties in S1. I would've also like to see more of Cho Yeon and Naksu's relationship, it was eluded to in one of the episodes that Cho Yeon is aware that Jin Buyeon is Naksu and she still treated her like her sister, which I found very endearing. So I would've like to see them being chosen sisters instead of just blood sisters. I quite like how they never bother to mention to JU that GYJs face is Naksu's original face, like they don't compare the two and JU immediately accepts it because he loves her soul. Cute.

I feel like they didn't let Naksu/CY deal with her trauma. That chick has been through a lot a lot. Like a lot. And they were just like "vibes, she continues". Why, when they gave JU time to heal from his trauma? Yes, in the end it was her choice to give up her sword and not train, but why couldn't they show us her healing process and how she decided that?

This brings me to the pacing of the show. S1 also had shit pacing, let's be honest, but S2 was worse because they could've had so much plot filled episodes and they still decided to give filler episodes. Season 1 kept on opening so many doors that they never closed and that continued on to S2. They dragged that amnesia plot and then the last 2 episodes were rushed. They very much showed the conflicting sides of JU in S2. They showed his reluctance to feel anything towards JBY and him pushing her away (I found him to be really mean at some points) and then his inability to see her suffer and caring for her from a distance. But to drag this out was also unnecessary, he was still mean to her up until ep 7.

That doctor chick was so fucking annoying. She literally had no point in S2 (or S1 really) except to be exceptionally annoying (please see earlier note about how female characters were underutilized and sidelined).

Anyways, regardless of budget and politics the storyline of AOS could've been much better, but I will always be grateful to the Hong sisters for giving me these characters and showing me these actors/actresses.

May 2023 bring in all the good kdramas and HEAs, because 2022 was a bit much. (A part of me hopes that GYJs new action kdrama "moving" is fucking amazing just so that the Hong sisters regret never giving her another action scene.)

[zodiacs-web]

Hello, Can you write a RoR fanfic about a meeting with all alive human fighters? Qin Shin Huang gets lost looking for his waiting room and encounter Sasaki, Jack and Fem fighter. Would be fun see their conversations or Qin fell in love when looking at Fem fighter's fight. Thanks

Strange Meeting

Sasaki/Jack/ Qin w/F!Reader

Synopsis: Qin gets lost and meets the other fighters

What's in the web: Qin Shi huang crushing on reader, platonic with the other characters

A/n: No I did not watch an hour worth of a dude pissing off a scammer (I did) while making this.

Munching on the snacks you've been given, Jack couldn't help admire your appetite. Sasaki equaled in hunger yet didn't feel hungry at the moment. You bathed in the food, eager to eat more than you can chew.

You've just met Jack and Sasaki after accidentally bumping into both of them. They were surprised to see the only female fighter on the roster. You were famous yet, many believed you wouldn't win in any way. You were happy to at least win your match by a hair.

The three of you knew you were supposed to be watching the current match, but you couldn't help but speak to one another.

"Man, that Poseidon guy was rough, poor guy." Sasaki groaned, feeling sad for the stuck-up god.

"I don't understand why you're treating him like this!" You questioned, "Didn't he treat you like shit?" Though this was rounds ago, you all couldn't help but talk about the god.

"Truly, some men can't let go of their pride." Jack chimed in, walking ahead of you and Sasaki.

"Didn't you act so high and mighty?" You retorted. The gentleman chuckled, amused by your sudden attitude.

"I have done no such thing, dear." He answered, teasing you along the way.

Sasaki chuckled, clearly amused by your bantering.

"Man, I wonder how the other fighters are." Sasaki pondered. "We've only seen the others, yet I'm sad we couldn't talk with them."

"Yeah, I wonder what our "father" would've thought of us."

"Ah, Adam! I suspected that he would've "loved" us." Jack chimed in once more. "You scared of being loved, Jack?" You teased.

The man ignored your joke, focusing on a much more strange matter at hand.

"Would you look at that?" Jack said, getting you and the samurai's attention. You stepped to the side of Jack, along with Sasaki, and noticed a broken wall.

"What could've happened here?"

"Who knows...." You looked inside the hole. "Maybe the gods fought since we are close to their side."

"Should we leave it be?" Sasaki asked you and Jack."Perhaps, wouldn't want the blame to be put onto us, would we?" Jack walked over the fallen wall, acting as if it was not important. You followed the man, Sasaki following, hurrying a bit in case someone arrived.

Unexpectedly, your group heard footsteps. Thankfully, all of you were away from the mess, though you didn't expect this person to arrive. Silently staring at a blindfolded man, you were all confused.

"Who're you?" Sasaki asked, placing his hands on his hips. "Are you another god?"

"Me? Why would an emperor want to be such a thing?" He smiled. You couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was lying after a smile like that, to be honest.

"Let us diverge from this topic and indulge in another one, yes?" He smiled -placing his hands behind his back and leaning in- acting like an excited child. You couldn't help but love such a childish attitude.

Unfortunately, even the child was distracted from his original thought. He stopped all other thoughts from coming out once he fully noticed you. Repositioning himself to fully notice you.

"Oh? Aren't you that woman fighter?" His curiosity, itching to know you. "Yes, I am." You answered, placing your hands on your hips. "Why do you ask?"

The man smiled devilishly. You were taken aback, confused about his intention.

"You were lovely in that arena. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. It was very distracting."

Sasaki and Jack felt like they shouldn't be here with the way he was speaking.

"Hmm? Are you interested or what?" You teased.

Sasaki, though wanting to leave, felt the man wanted something else. "Uh, do you need something else, or did you want to speak with (Y/n) over here?"

Qin stopped his flirting for today, he needed to find his room after all.

"Oh! Right. Where is the waiting area for the human fighters?"

All three of you looked at each other. You, unfortunately, didn't know the way. Sasaki only knew the human's side but said it must be similar to other side. Jack knew the way, but it was fun messing with you all for a bit. Not today, there was a tournament on the line.

After Jack helped the poor man, he was sure he would get lost. Even if he looked for help once more, that what be futile.

[justlarkin]

Tbh if LW really did want Mr. Mononobe to be a father figure to MC, they should've SHOWN IT. Like, Surtr gets more dad moments with MC than Mononobe. Kimun Kamui gets more guardian moments with MC, and he barely shows up. There are so many other characters that are better parental figures to MC than Mononobe, which sucks because I think we're meant to feel like MC and Mononobe have this really important parent-child bond thing?? Idk, this is just something that annoys me...

Yeah, they put minimal effort into their relationship and it's irritating that they're trying to push a specific narrative when it's undeserved. I was baffled when MC said "he's like a dad to me" in Chapter 11. Mononobe and MC barely interact and when they do it's your typical student/teacher stuff. He just gives them advice or says some vague cryptic shii before becoming irrelevant again. The closest thing we get is Mononobe hanging out with MC in Nyan Fortune and even that's a stretch since that's also stuff a teacher would possibly do. Hell, my teacher literally did that type of stuff with me and I didn't consider them as a parent for it 💀.

They're really just relying on the fact that Mononobe is "legally" their guardian, but if they were going to go with this narrative, the least they could've done was sprinkle in some scenes to show this. Just give us moments where Mononobe is clearly fulfilling the role of their parent ffs. Let him spend time with MC during family oriented holidays, give them small bonding experiences where they don't talk about school, or throw in scenes to show it like a bit where someone mistakes MC for his child and he doesn't correct then or whatever. Just anything to show their relationship lol because Kimun, Surtr, Babs, etc are doing a way better job at this rn 💀

[sassykattery]

Diavolo's Date, Part 7

Welcome to the final part y'all. Thanks for reading this far~

CW: Not too many, there's a heated argument. MC is afab and she/her pronouns are used.

Characters: Diavolo, Lucifer, Asmo, Satan, Levi, Mammon, MC="You"

Themes: Romance, jealousy, scenting

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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After breakfast, Diavolo took you back to the House of Lamentation. But on the way home, you stopped at Majolish together, and he bought you several new outfits, one set for you to wear home and the rest to keep at the castle, since you had agreed to the arrangement, even though you insisted you didn't mind wearing his clothes.

When you reached the front door, you turned to Diavolo. He did the same, and you quietly just looked at each other.

He finally took your hand and kissed your knuckles like he did when he picked you up the night before.

"Thank you for everything, MC. I can't tell you how much joy you've brought me on our date and this morning," he said smoothly. "I hope... we can do this again?" he asked, sweetly. His golden eyes glimmered with hope and desire, for you.

You gave him your most charming smile, and replied in kind, "Nothing would make me happier." Diavolo's heart fluttered, as did yours, and you both collided into a kiss, one filled with bubbling delight in a newfound relationship. You didn't want him to go, and he didn't want to, but at breakfast, Barbatos explained he had a lot of work to do today. You pulled away first.

"I'll see you later," you said, hand on the doorknob. He nodded and smiled.

"I'll be counting the minutes until then," he said coyly with a wink. Giggling, you watched him leave and finally turned when he was out of sight. You entered the house.

Although, it would have been easier to enter had there not been 4 bodies lined up with their heads on the door to listen to you and Diavolo. They all fell backwards as the door knocked them over. You frowned to see none other than Asmo, Mammon, Satan, and Levi sitting back on their hands on the floor grumbling about their mishap. You set your bags down and put your hands on your hips.

"Really? This is what you're resorting to these days?" you asked curtly. Mammon and Levi were red in the face, Asmo and Satan were smiling with little shame.

"Satan saw you both approaching the house through his window, so he told everyone you were back," Asmo admitted, giggling.

"You were gone all night, MC! Everyone was worried sick about ya!" Mammon whined. You knew by "everyone" he meant himself, but whatever.

"Did you have a good time with the Demon Lord?" Satan asked, dusting himself off as he stood. The rest followed suit. You saw just the bottom sliver of the hem of someone's overcoat at the top of the stairs, behind a wall. You focused back on Satan, knowing who was up there.

"If you must know, yes, he was wonderful," you said loudly.

Levi was next, "Did you really spend the night at the castle?! You could've asked one of us to come get you!"

You sighed, getting tired of the questions. The lurker at the top of the stairs was gone and you just wanted to go to your room. You picked up your bags but answered Levi first. "It was fine, Levi. I had a very good time and I'll be seeing him again soon." Everyone's jaw fell open, except Asmo let out his high-pitch squeal.

You drudged yourself to your room and set your bags down inside next to the door. Something felt off and you turned the light on, and there Lucifer sat at the table, looking too relaxed. He stared at you, his face not giving away how he really felt. You instantly felt pissed off, and decidedly ignored him as you put your stuff away. He waited patiently as you unloaded your clothes into your closet and dresser. You were deciding what to do when you were done. Would you say something? Leave? But you wanted to decompress in your room. That wouldn't happen with him in there, though. Ultimately, you decided to face the music.

"What do you want, Lucifer?" you asked tensely, standing on the other side of the room, arms crossed. If you were going to talk, it would be on your terms with ample distance.

He remained silent for a moment. When he went in there, he was originally wanting to argue with you, but once he heard what you said to his brothers, he didn't have it in him. And the moment you walked into your room, he could tell you had been with Diavolo all night and day just by smell alone.

"I want to apologize," he said quietly. You stiffened, immediately on-guard for his tricks with you.

"For?"

"For how I've treated you in the past," he replied. "It wasn't right of me, it wasn't fair to you, and I feel remorseful."

You felt shocked. The very embodiment of pride was apologizing for his behavior? This couldn't be real, you thought. You stayed quiet, seeing if there was more.

"I see now that I've been a fool to treat you as such," he said. Internally, it took all he had to spit those words out. Admissions of guilt were one thing; admissions of foolish behavior were another. "Because now, I'm seeing the very one person I love most dearly be swept away by someone else."

That word, love. It rattled in your head, uncertain if you heard that correctly. The heat of frustration dusted your face.

"You don't treat someone you love like that," you said venomously. Lucifer stood and walked over to you. You craned your head to look at his looming face, searching for any indication as to why you shouldn't take a swing at him right now.

His features were soft, understanding your anger towards him.

"I'd like another chance, to make things right," he said gently.

"Why? You've already had so many. Over and over, I forgave you, and look where it got me. I'm tired of fighting with you, and I don't deserve the emotional whiplash," you said in a fit of fury, pointing your index finger at his chest, a hair's width apart. Celestials help him if he touched you.

"I know I don't deserve it; I don't deserve you," he responded. "But I can't help my feelings toward you."

"Tough, because that's not my problem. And how convenient of you to start acting right with me after a date with Diavolo," you said, the words flying out of your mouth quicker now as the adrenaline of another fight was rising within you.

Your words stung, but Lucifer knew he still deserved your righteous anger. "A compromise, then," he said.

"A what?" you spat.

"I understand if you no longer want to be intimate with me, then, since that is how you feel," he said, validating what you said. "But what if we just tried to be friendly again? Amicable, even," he suggested.

You just stared at Lucifer in that moment. You couldn't tell if there was an ulterior motive at work, or if he seriously meant he wanted to be friends with you. It was difficult to imagine such an agreement, considering your past with the demon.

"If you're wondering if I have another motive for this, I don't," he said, reading your face. He always had a good idea of what you were thinking based on your expressions. "I have feelings for you, and I always will, but if I had to choose between losing you completely and being friends with you, still having you in my life, I'd choose the latter. Even if that means you never reciprocate those feelings ever again."

You stood in silence, studying his expression as well. He looked honest enough, and it was hard to find a reason to say no. You were weighing the options before you. Truthfully, it pained you to be mad at him, it pained you to yell at him or reprimand him even if he deserved every word. When things were good with Lucifer, it was like living in a dream. He was a stable force in your life before everything fell apart. When you needed a shoulder to cry on, when you needed to rant or rave, or if you simply needed a hug, he was there for you. You weren't sure if you'd forgive him for everything that's transpired, but maybe you could with time, or at least slowly forget about it.

In Lucifer's mind, you would never have to return those feelings, and you were free to do as you pleased with whomever you liked, but he would never stop trying to show you his best on the off chance you come back to him once more. He would still remain your friend regardless of what happens.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes. I guess I can try, you thought. You opened them and straightened your shoulders.

"Okay, Lucifer, we can try to be friends. If you cross the line, you'll hear about it," you said firmly. He nodded. "I mean it, if you start being weird or acting out in jealousy, I won't hesitate to make sure you pay for it." Another nod, and you seemed satisfied with the terms of the agreement.

There was a question hanging in the air. You felt the pull forward. It squeezed at your chest, wanting to feel the rush of his embrace again, to bury your face in his chest and finding comfort. But Lucifer wouldn't move, knowing he truly wanted to try and make this work with you, he couldn't just start touching you of his own volition.

"I guess friends can hug," you said quietly. Lucifer softly smiled and opened his arms. You rushed forward and hugged him tightly. You felt a little happier, finally working things out with Lucifer, and in a way that makes you comfortable was even better. He wrapped his arms around your back, resting his cheek on the top of your head. Breathing in your sweet scent was something he didn't think he'd get to do again, albeit it was masked by Diavolo's, and he could tell right away you had been scented by the prince.

This will do, Lucifer thought to himself. He was also happy to have you back, at least in this capacity, for now. I promise, I'll do right by you this time, MC.

I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, "Diavolo's Date." This part will be leading to the next chapter I've written and completed, which will be posted next time.

Thank you for reading~ <3

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[theninthdoor]

girls' generation || points of attraction; tarot reading

⭒ What the company intended to be their points of attraction: cards: nine of swords (queen of swords, page of swords), four of pentacles (four of swords), four of wands

This one is honestly very tricky… It seems like SM Ent. wasn't completely sure where to go with Girls' Generation at first, and instead wanted to listen to as many opinions as they could before making a decision, specially to the ones coming from the public. It's almost as if they were so scared of failure, that they were willing to just go with whatever sounded like a potential present/future trend, or whatever the public seemed to like (Page of Swords often shows up as gossip and vigilance, so it's like they listened very closely to what was being said on the streets and took that into serious consideration when planning). Besides that, SM Ent. might've also aimed for SNSD to have more of a stable and loyal fanbase - one that would hold onto them forever, almost. The girls were pushed to provide a strong and welcoming space, where a devoted community could set down roots and stay for a long time to come. Due to that, they could've been very closely monitored and directed, as to ensure things would always go as planned.

⭒ What the members have aimed to be their points of attraction: cards: king of wands, page of wands, queen of wands

The Girls' Generation members, on the other hand, have allowed their creativity, talents and charisma to lead. It's all about them & that stage & that confidence! All of them have very strong and captivating personalities, and so they have let those be the real stan attractors. Being unafraid to express themselves, to let loose and to be in the spotlight, has lead them to a place of power and success. It could not have been done if they had repressed their passions and strong characters. All in all, they have seeked to be their true creative selves. Trying on new concepts, new styles and new genres is also part of it, and they thrive on that change. On that same note, they hoped that people would be attracted to how they can be both strong and feminine at the same time (or even how all members show different levels of those traits in themselves). Overall, Girls' Generation are known to be fearless and commanding women, but also elegant and gentle, which is a big part of the image they have pushed for themselves.

⭒ Their real points of attraction (from the public p.o.v.): cards: nine of wands, page of pentacles, four of cups (king of swords, two of cups)

Right off the bat, the public admires how long they have lasted, and how they have been able to stay together through so many ups and downs. No matter how difficult things got, and how hopeless it seemed for them to come back as the whole SNSD, they still managed to pull through and show how united they still are. On top of that, their loyalty and support towards one another is recognized by the public, and very much appreciated. They have each others' backs and it shows. Additionally, it seems like people enjoy their solo projects as well, and could even feed their interest and love for the group through those. Their dedication to their careers outside of Girls' Generation is a big attractor, because it goes to show how passionate and talented they are, and that they don't rely solely on the group's work and name. By being commited and ambitious on their own, the members then bring people to their roots (SNSD) and allow them to fall in love with them as if it was the first time. This final factor of attraction was a rather difficult one to put into words, but I hope the message gets across as I see it in my mind: People appreciate how they have been able to ignore certain issues and situations, and remained focused and composed. They lead with logic and know when to step out of the way, in order to maintain a good relationship with the general public. - Basically, the members have learnt how to reject certain thoughts and impulses that could result in public backlash, even to the disadvantage of their own needs and wants. Really, it's a matter of professionalism and straight up logical thinking.

(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

[alloftheimaginesblog]

I'll Go Easy On You {Steve Harrington}

Plot: After the events of Vecna, Hawkins is still finding its feet and with all the hairdressers/barbers in town being closed... Steve needs a haircut.

Character: Steve Harrington x Reader

He was practically hyperventilating as he sat in the dining chair, towel wrapped around his shoulders. You rifled through the bag you had sitting on the table, producing various items such as a comb, scissors, a spray bottle and others. Steve eyed them anxiously, "You sure you know what you're doing?"

You shrugged, "I mean, how hard can it be?"

He didn't like your answer.

He stood up, "That's it, I don't need a haircut!" As he said it, strands of his hair fell across his forehead, covering his eyes. He'd been having issues with his hair for a few weeks but after Vecna, the town was pretty much destroyed which obviously meant that a lot of shops and businesses were destroyed too.

All of the hairdressers and barbers were closed, waiting for refurbishments, so there was no way for Steve to get a haircut unless he travelled miles and miles to a different town which he just didn't want to do. His usual barber, who he trusted with his life, had packed up and left Hawkins after Vecna split the town in two. He decided it wasn't worth trying to salvage his shop so moved elsewhere. When Steve learned about him moving on, he could've cried. Dustin swore he saw a tear in his eye actually.

Steve had put it off and put it off hoping and praying that a hairdresser or a barber would waltz back into Hawkins but they never came and his hair was getting too long, too in the way and too annoying. It was you who'd proposed the idea to him a week or so ago.

"Why don't you let me cut your hair, Steve? It's clearly annoying you."

He had initially refused. He knew that you didn't know how to cut hair and he didn't want to take that risk. However, he'd tried asking around those that were left in Hawkins (which wasn't many) if they had any hair cutting skills, they didn't. So eventually, Steve caved and said yes to you cutting his hair. He wasn't happy about it but he knew it needed done and he trusted you as a person, maybe not with his hair, but it would have to do.

That morning, the two of you had went shopping and had gotten a load of haircutting things. Steve picked some out that he knew his usual barber would use, certain scissors and things, while you picked up some other bits and bobs.

"Steve, sit down," you told him as you picked up the spray bottle and filled it with water, "It'll be fine. I'll go easy on you, I promise."

"You can't promise that!" My god, he was so stressed, pacing the kitchen hands fidgeting, "Do you even know what length is perfect?"

You rolled your eyes at him, "How about I cut little bits at a time and you can check to make sure I don't go too short?"

Steve considered this for a moment before taking a breath, "Okay, yeah. Yeah that sounds doable." He sat down and continued taking deep breaths.

"Aren't half dramatic are you?" You asked as you began to spray his hair until it was damp, "It's okay. It'll grow back if I mess it-"

"Don't even finish that sentence," he said with grit teeth, "You aren't going to mess it up, it'll be perfect."

You laughed at him, it was quite a funny sight to see. He was so anxious about it which wasn't funny but simultaneously you couldn't help but giggle at his discomfort when he heard the snip of scissors and could see the small tufts that fell from them, "Remember a bit at a time!"

He grabbed the mirror from the table and took a long hard look before releasing a long breath, "You're actually doing pretty good... Keep going."

After a while, you were getting bored with how long it was taking, "You know, if you let me use the buzzers, I'd be faster. It would let me get more hair off faster. Means I could shape it at the back properly too."

Steve mulled it over for a minute before agreeing, "Okay... Since you're doing pretty good. Just don't lean too hard or you'll take out a chunk of my precious hair."

You swatted his words away with your hand as you got out the clippers and plugged them in. It started off fine, you weren't leaning too hard, everything was going smoothly until a rogue strand of Steve's hair blew into your face, tickling your nose and-

"ACHOO!" You hadn't meant it, you really didn't. The sneeze gave you no time to prepare and... your hand slipped, "Oh fuck."

Steve's face fell, "What do you mean 'oh fuck'? What happened? What did you do?" He grabbed the mirror trying to see the back of his head, "What did you do?!"

"Good news first... it looks perfect from the front."

"And the back?" His hands flew up to feel the back of his head where there was now an indent into his perfect hair, a patch shaved clean off, short like a buzz cut. It was only about an inch long but it was noticeable, "(y/n)..."

"You should be able to hide it!" You exclaimed quickly, abandoning the clippers on the worktop as Steve stood up, "You know, I think a hat would be a good look for you! A good beanie!"

"In the middle of summer?!" Steve was raging, his eyes were wide as he looked at you, "Did you shave a patch of my hair off?" His voice was tense as though he didn't want to believe what he already knew.

"It looks so good from the front!" You said quickly as you scrambled to collect your things, "Oh, look at the time! I've got to go! See you later, bye!"

[revivedradiostar]

"Ulf is toxic!"

Listen... I get it... but hear me out; I think Spud Muffin had something to do with it.

Spud literally called her "Babe" in "I, Cheeseburger" implying he might have a crush on her. You could make the argument that he could be the kind of person who calls everyone "babe" but he never does this with any other character.

So who's not to say Spud was feeding Ulf (and the Hunger Hubs as a whole) all kinds of lies about Burgertron trying to get her to hate him?

She trusts Spud, everyone does. Why would anyone assume Spud would intentionally sabotage his "best friend"? Much less frame them for murder? Or ruin what everyone--even supposedly Spud himself--calls the most important night of their lives?

He also got angry in the Bot Prom episode when Ulf proposed the idea of bringing him back on the squad, and sabotaged him. He probably did other things behind the scenes or spread other lies (especially since it would be easy for a "Best Friend" to say "He said X, he would've wanted Y") off screen.

If the bot he loves the most wouldn't want him back, why would Burgertron have a reason to want to be back?

Which was what Spud wanted. He wanted him out of the Hunger Hubs, so he could be leader. What better way to do that than to turn the person you love most against you?

"You just kept. Coming. Back." So clearly, Spud could've made uses of other ways to keep Burgertron out. Being the new leader, the Hunger Hubs listened to him, and why on earth would you not trust someone who used to be your leader's best friend? Nobody expected him to break the Sacred Rule of The Mall either--Spud probably had more tricks up his sleeve to keep Burgertron lost.

By no means does it justify how Ulf acted at times, but clearly she still loves him and was heartbroken when learn exactly how deep Spud's resentment goes.

"He's going to be a lost bot forever! All of you are!" Everyone has said something fucked up to someone they loved out of anger, or held anger to people they genuinely loved and then realized later they shouldn't have snapped. It's really a natural response, especially considering it probably wasn't just that instance she was angry about--but every other time the Lost Bots "messed things up" (either because it was or wasn't their fault) as well as Spud probably feeding her lies behind the scene. Even if she didn't believe them, this could've looked like a justification that Spud was right.

Not only that, but everyone has periods in their life where they act toxic or hold toxic beliefs, especially if it's because someone else convinced you to think that way. Usually it's only when that person is removed from the equation and the answers really start coming out. As the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20.

How many times have you failed to realize you acted shamefully, or that this person or that person was a lying scumbag, only to realize the red flags were everywhere after everything was done?

Also keep in mind; Burgertron was an egotist. He clearly cared about little more than his status and being the "Cool Guy". These types of people hang out with people who care about their status just as much. The difference? We watched Burgertron grow and change. Ulf did not get this treatment because she didn't have to.

So, I'm willing to bet in season 2, since clearly the other squads now accept the Lost Bots as a recognized squad, some will also start fully realizing how shitty they were acting. Burgertron did! And the others started to accept the other Lost Bots in their intended squads, and they're clearly open to Spud redeeming himself through hard work.

Which means, Ulf probably will too.

And honestly, that would make them a really great ship imo

[bluebugjay]

If m*leven does happen, either way it's going to have been one of the most weirdly written "successful" romances for so many reasons like when you look at the time line, the constant issues and things pulling them apart, the way they're never really taken seriously in a romantic sense and the actual lack of content for what is apparently the main engame ship they've "been building for 4 seasons" ??

If you start at season 1 which was initially planned to be the only season what do we have? Mike and the party find El, they teach her how to be a good FRIEND. They begin their saying "FRIENDS don't lie". There's no real romantic build up between them (probably because they're like 10) then all of a sudden Mike's kissing El and asking her to the Snowball (after El's just asked why they won't be like brother and sister and never really getting a straight answer) Then El disappears at the end and that would have been it. It wouldn't have had to be this deep romance between the two because it would have just ended. Mike would have got to "kiss a girl" which is something we're told he was insecure about before (not falling in love JUST kissing a girl) and El would have had the E.T. style storyline they said they were inspired by. It would have been open ended sure but that's the thing they never meant for it to become anything after that.

Then obviously the show is very successful so they're awarded a season 2. They have to revive El because she IS the show and therefore revive the romance between her and Mike. I'd say this is m*leven's best season with the yearning to be together but not being allowed, Mike calling El every day and El keeping count. Then their reunion is really well done, emotional, adorable but it all hinges off of what they had in season 1. Mike and El only want to be together based on what they had then which realistically was for Mike: the first girl who paid him any attention and for El: the first person who was nice to her pretty much ever (at the time) We're distracted by how much they want to see each other again so much that we forget to ask why when we take that as romantic. I do think Mike and El care for each other so much (we see as much by how Mike reacts towards Hopper when he realises he was hiding El), they were everything each other needed in season 1 and I think that bonded them for life but why does that have to be romantic? Lucas and Dustin hugged El just the same as Mike did when they saw each other again at the end of season 2, they all religiously follow the "friends don't lie" moto. We only really see Mike's perspective on it so we don't even know if Dustin or Lucas were also doing something to remember or try and reach El by. The most romanticly coded scene of their's in season 2 is the scene where El goes to kiss Mike again but Hopper interrupts. This scene itself is kind of overshadowed by the tension of the season finale but also how Mike doesn't go to kiss her back? He just stand there, eyes wide and makes no move to meet her half way? The way they could've retook that scene so easily and had Mike act happy or like he was going to kiss back at all but no, they kept the take where he looks 2 seconds away from stepping backwards out of reach completely. It's just weird, isn't it??

Then in season 3 directly after that seemingly one-sided, awkward almost-kiss, they open the season with them kissing? They're just suddenly together and have been for long enough that they're that comfortable with each other AND that the other characters are all complaining about it? Wouldn't usually a scene where one of them asks the other out be standard? Why would they skip that? And why would they make pretty much every character's opinion whose take we get on it be negative? Lucas makes fun of them for it, Max supports El breaking up with Mike, Hopper hates them together so much he threatens Mike, Dustin spends one single day with them after coming back from camp, gets abandoned and then literally never talks to them again until the end of the season. And that's not even mentioning them framing Will in a sympathetic light for having a crush on Mike AND everything that happened in the rain fight. It's almost as if they want the audience to also have a negative opinion on their relationship? They frame them breaking up as a joke, their reactions to the break up are either happy, confused or annoyed but never actually sad, they're framed as worse friends when they're together and the never truly make up after their break up. They don't talk, they don't apologise. Mike attempts to assumably say he loves his girlfriend who broke up with him but can't and then when she says it to him he doesn't say it back and keeps his EYES OPEN when she kisses him just like in season 2. Once again if they wanted that kiss to look mutual why didn't they reshoot it?? The season ends with a very ambiguous scene of Mike looking back at the Byers' house (which we can assume El stayed at for a bit before the move) and hugging Karen. Sure he's going to miss both El and Will, probably Joyce too but that scene was clearly targeted, they chose to show Mike here for a reason. They could have shown him looking at something specifically El related: his walkie-talkie, a photo, even a box of eggos! But instead they have him look at the Byers' house, now representative of both El and Will but its never specific which ones he's thinking of. Why???

Season 4 is the most confusing because we don't get ANY Mike perspective apart from him reading El's letter at the start (which he scrunches up) and even that's not particularly informative of how he feels. Just that him and El are in steady contact and that he hears about Will through El's letters. Mike and El's first interaction is cute but then immediately dampened by El seeing the "From Mike" on the tag (which we as an audience don't fully understand the significance of yet therefore is meant to be something we dwell on) and the out of nowhere, dodged hug between Mike and Will (again something we don't, and still don't, fully understand yet so something they know will play on our minds) despite it being their first time seeing each other in a good while, Mike and El's reunion isn't the main point of this scene. From then on everything goes down hill with El lying to Mike, Mike not picking up on El clearly being bullied until it's too late then reacting in the worst way when she hits Angela, fighting when they get home, MIKE NOT BEING ABLE TO SAY HE LOVES EL DESPITE HER CRYING ABOUT IT and then them being apart for so long afterwards. Then when they're back together and Mike finally says he loves El IT DOESN'T WORK. IT DOESN'T SAVE THE WORLD. And this is supposedly the main endgame ship??

It's just weird that they always seem happier and better people when they're just friends? If you take out the kiss scene in season 1 they can be read as completely platonic. In season 2 aside from the almost-kiss (again) they can be read as platonic. In the season 3 they become way more bearable to the other characters when they're not together but still manage to support each other and be there. In season 4 they're basically disasters whenever they're in the same room. They have pretty much their only (through out the whole show!) real conversation at Surferboys where they actually talk about how they feel (until they're interrupted) still no apology though when they're maybe (??) kind of broken up (after the "From El" and Mike not being able to say he loves her) And then Mike's declaration of love literally fails so... Just let them be friends!! They work so much better as friends!!

It's nowhere near impossible that they end up redeeming their relationship, patching up (maybe clumsily) their problems and having them be endgame in season 5 and maybe in the end it'll actually be something to root for but whatever they do it's never going to fix how weirdly they were written in every other season compared to your average endgame ship with what will be 5 seasons of build-up.

The fact there's even doubts to be had this far in speaks for itself really.

[idabbleincrazy]

Bloody Christmas Shopping

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: T

Pairing: implied Spangel, Spike & Fred

Characters: Spike, Fred

Word Count: 473

Warnings: fluff, gen fic, xmas fic, Spike pov

Summary: Spike's done stuck his foot in it again.

A/N: just a short piece written for the @mfbingo xmas edition for the prompt 'Christmas Shopping'.

Spike took one foot into the crowded mall and stopped, heedless of the other shoppers trying to push past him.

“Bloody hell! This place is insane, can’t I just get everyone gift cards or summat? Oh, or plain ol’ cash! Everyone loves cash, right? Then no one has to worry ‘bout bloody return policies.”

Fred whirled around to face him, a stern glare on her face that would’ve given Willow a run for her money. She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the way of the automatic doors and the crowd of harried consumers walking in and out.

“No, Spike”, she hissed, “you said you wanted to do Christmas right this year, right? So, that means getting real, actual gifts, with meaning behind them. No gift cards, no cheap box of candy from the discount rack. Something the receiver of the gift will actually like.”

“Me an’ my big mouth. Why’d I let you drag me down here? Had my fill of hell dimensions, don’t need a tour through the capitalist hell too.”

“Well, tough. It's not my fault you waited until a week before Christmas to start your shopping, Spike. Otherwise, you probably could've found most of the gifts online.” Spike perked up at that but Fred shook her head vehemently just as he opened his mouth. "Too late for that now, buster. None of it would arrive in time unless you paid the hefty fee for Express Delivery, and, no, you can't use Angel's company card for it, 'cause then he'd know what you got him ahead of time, and we'd all have to put up with him griping about the charges."

Spike snapped his mouth shut and pouted, but let Fred drag him towards the first of many shops that lined the sides of the large building. The things he got himself into. He'd only even told the girl all that tripe about wanting a proper Christmas so as to have an excuse on hand if questioned about why he had gotten Angel a gift. Then the brainy bint had started asking what he'd gotten everyone, and saw right through his hemming and hawing, and wheedled a confession outta him that he was woefully behind on his gift list. Now, here he was, being dragged through a human-infested nightmare, mentally bemoaning the soon-to-be empty state of his wallet while his senses were filled by warring scents and sounds.

"Come on, Spike, we'll get the first couple people crossed off your list, then I'll treat you to a hot chocolate at the food court, okay?"

"With those mini marshmallows in it?"

"Sure. Extra even."

"Yeah, alright."

Spike sighed and let the twig of a chit drag him into the brightly light and gaudily decorated store. All this just to let his Sire know he still cared. Damn bloody soul.

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All Things Spike: @leatafandom @captain-peroxid3

[tokoyamisstuff]

Dangerous Obsession - Yandere! Loki x Reader

After wreaking havoc one too many times, Loki’s family gets him locked up at a secured psych ward. As a nurse, workplace-romances were a No-Go for you - but how long can you withstand the dark charm of your patient?

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"I'm not seeking penace for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness for what I'm about to do."

- Daredevil

Warnings: Violence, Cussing, Unhealthy Relationship, Mental Illness, Sexual Harassment (not by Loki tho), Murder

Words: ~6500

A/N: Usually I'm more the Canon Divergence kinda person rather than AU, so please be patient with me on this one.

Everything was just as you remembered it.

Of course, it had only been 5 years since you had left your hometown and moved to a greater city, wanting to be closer to your boyfriend...

...well, now ex-boyfriend, to be precize.

Not that it mattered much to you anymore - after everything he's done, you were only mad at the amount of time you had wasted on him.

You had never been a person to embrace change, so that step you dared back then was really out of character. And now here you were again, the same hospital, the same changing room, even the same locker. How nostalgic.

As if they had reserved it only in case you ever came back, and that constant familiarity sure was comforting in times like these.

Still, no matter how glad and you felt to be closer to friends and family again, you couldn't help but feeling embarassed.

Of not being able to endure the loneliness, coming back just like that even though you could've made a living there all by yourself.

"Welcome home, Y/N" a low voice welcomned you jokingly, "It's good to see you again. Your departure really had left a hole in our unit."

It was Dr. Meyer, caging you in for a hug before you were even able to respond. Still the confident one, you thought.

Back then he was one of the rather arrogant interns, his disrespectful demeanour making work harder for everyone around him.

However, even back then he had taken a liking to you, probably due to your calm and patient character - most would say you were easy to exploit due to your kindhearted nature, but you'd refuse to admit that to yourself.

Well, back then you'd always decline his offers to meet outside of work:

Don't fuck the company, or so they said. That saying was unwritten law, especially in a small-town-hospital like this was one, where everyone basically knew everyone anyway.

His nametag told you that he had already climbed the carrier ladder and was now the leading senior of the psych ward.

Good for him, you thought.

You swallowed the bitter aftertaste of that way too long, involuntary hug and forced yourself to smile - you'd have to work closely starting today, so better not leave a bad impression.

"Glad to be of service." Your flight instinct kicked in at that weird atmosphere, nervously tapping with your foot. "But I gotta go now. Can't afford to be late on my first day!"

Like that, you quickly clawed in your bag and waved him goodbye as if it wasn't something personal.

Rushing through the hallways, trying to avoid longer conversations with old colleagues, there you finally were: The psych ward.

It was separated from the rest of the hospital, especially build to fit the overwhelmingly increasing need for therapy in today's civilization.

A few years ago, you'd never imagined to work here...

The workfield differentiated widely from other form of medicine and nursing, and you had always been a rather med-surg interested person.

Yet you didn't want to feel like you'd come back here without making any progress, so starting anew in another field would at least give you a little challenge and fresh wind.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Y/N YL/N. Nice to meet all of you."

After a while of greeting your new team and some smalltalk, the charge nurse would show you around. She then gave you some brief instructions and informations about the station and your tasks for the respective shift.

That was all the induction you'd get - because of course and as always you were short-staffed.

So from day one, you'd have to take at least one patient on your own, always able to ask anything in case you were uncertain.

"Don't worry" your colleague Jenny told you in a cheerful yet also worried tone. "That's a rather easy patient. I mean, his illness is complicated but I mean you won't have much work with him. Taking vitals, giving meds and else...you know, the basics."

She led you through the surprisingly full hallway, passing group therapy and sitting rooms, until you stood in front of the last door of the station - room 413. "That's our isolation room"

"Isolation? Is he contagious?" you wondered, seeing through the little window in the door just to see that the patient inside was hiding from your observation.

"Yeah, about that..." Jenby rubbed the back of her head, just to be cut off by Dr. Meyer which almost magically appeared behind you, his hand on your shoulder making you jump.

Hopefully you won't have to get used to such kind of advances, but for now you'd wave it off as an overly affective manner - he should just not overstep a line.

Maybe you'll tell him to tone it down a little after your probation is over.

"No, not like that" Meyer explained, rubbing his goatee as if buried in deep thought. "The patient's name is Loki Odinson. An interesting case, actually. A judge ordered special measurements of isolation, even though he is already in a locked station. Under no circumstances is he to leave his room, use of electronic devices forbidden. Any potential weaponry has been removed from the room as well, so don't worry. He is highly intelligent, so he won't do anything reckless. He knows that escaping isn't possible, so he hasn't attacked any of the staff up until now, and has not used any form of violence either. Actually, he doesn’t harm anyone he’s not particulary involved with or could profit from."

"But there can always be a first time" you thought, swallowing harshly to get that constricting feel of a lump ouf your throat.

Great. Wonderful. So they put a completely new nurse in potential danger she cannot possibly deal with?!?

Busy as they were, both of them would utter some words of encouragement and were very eager to get away from that particular room as fast as possible.

Well, you were used to deal with the unwanted workload. What doesn't kill you...quite literally.

You snatched his patient record, first of all reading his medical history to brace yourself for what's to come:

"32-year old caucasian male, single and with no children. Already behavioraly issues since early childhood, according to parents. Extraordinarily intelligence, yet low emotional capabilities, especially empathy and frustration tolerance. Fear of abandonment. Complicated relationship to his brother, constantly switching between relying on his forgiving nature and rivalry because of his popularity and achievements. Now facing identity crisis after having found out about being adopted, ashamed of his biological father apparently being a wanted criminal. Pathological liar with Narcisstic and Sociopathic tendencies, e.g. unable to bear not being the center of attention. Patient has been admitted to us directly via police, after slashing his brother's fianceè's face the day before their wedding. Insists it was a 'prank gone wrong' and he did not mean any harm, yet everyone in the family could give very convincing proof that the incident happened in fact on purpose. Hasn't spoken ever since, refuses to take his medication. Re-evaluating strategy in two weeks, together with family, lawjer and judge as representant of the state."

A deep sigh escaped your mouth after finishing the last paragraph, then growing into a frustrated groan.

Well, you were searching for a challenge, have you not? This was exactly what you came for.

You were just not used to those kinds of situations, and for it to happen so early within your new carrier...but you had nothing to lose, and nothing to prove either.

Let's just give it a try, shall we?

When the door opened, Loki would not react in the slightest. He was laying on his bed, invested with a small rubber ball he was throwing and catching - his only pastime lately.

Your patient was surprisingly handsome, but you tried to not let yourself being catched off guard. Very well dressed, but no wonder considering his family was kind of royalty - at least they were wealthy, that much you knew for sure.

For the fraction of a second, his emerald eyes would assess your appearance, before darting back to the ceiling, uninterested.

"She's new" he deduced as he took in your appearance, never having seen you before. Your insecure stance gave it away as well. "Fucking stupid to send me a rookie, who the hell do they think I am?! They better not take me lighty!"

The young man mentally prepared himself for the usual. Everyone visiting his 'cell', as he tended to call it, behaved the same up until now.

Scolding him, or appeal on his humanity while simultaneously wearing a face that gave their disgust towards him away.

They were so damn fake, all of them. It made him sick.

But instead, you simply nodded at him before sitting down at the small, plain desk in a corner of the room, calmly writing something down.

After a short time, curiosity had gotten the better of him. "Wha- what are you writing about me?" How could you even report something without having even attempted to talk to him?

"Wha- hey! Don't ignore me!" he yelled, having jumped up from his bed and slammed both hands on the table, making you wince a little.

At long last, a reaction. Your first, little success.

Finally, you'd look up from your papers and put up your most friendly smile. "Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. For this weeks early shift, I'm your nurse. It's nice to meet you!"

Loki clenched his jaw, unable to deal with that genuine hospitality - the first time in what felt like forever since it last been directed at him.

No judgement, no resentment or such. Just you introducing yourself.

"Don't you have other patients that need your attention?" he waved you off, now that he had opened his mouth not being any use to keep on the silence penalty with you - and to be honest, he was a little impressed that you had tricked him into talking so easily.

"As a matter of fact, you are my only patient."

"Oh, of course!" He exclaimed almost comically proud, grabbing his chin. "Well, I assume I'm much to deal with. Special, you could say."

You cleared your throat, dismissing him just like that. Gesturing for him to sit down in front of you, you asked "Is it possible for you to at least try and listen what I have to say?"

Just like that, the man dropped to the chair, hands folded on the table. "With someone this polite, I'll give you a chance, as an exception."

Yeah, that little nurse sure was intriguing. Refreshingly kind...and naive. Maybe he could've use for that.

"Thank you. So, Mr. Odinson-"

"Just call me Loki, please" he cut you off, just to be instantly corrected by you in return. "I-I'm afraid that is not possible, to, well...to maintain a healthy distance."

However, you could only stutter that sentence when for a friction, his palm graced the back of your hand, so shallow that an innocent soul could easily mistake it for an accidental touch.

With a childlike curiosity, the man awaited your reaction - to no avail as it seemed. You were a professional, after all.

But given time, he thought...

"What I was about to say..." You cleared your throat, trying to busy yourself with the papers on the table. "It would be beneficial if you comply and accept this therapy, Mr. Laufeyson. Your psychological evaluation will have a huge impact in court."

Loki leaned back in the chair, arms crossed almost as if offended. "I know exactly what they say about me. That I'm a lost soul beyond help, and that I deserve to be locked away."

He nervously picked at his hand and you mirrored this habit. "Well, if it's any condolence...I don't see it that way."

"You've seen me for five minutes. You don't even know me! Not in the slightest. So your opinion means nothing" the man scoffed, raising his eyebrows at you.

"I am an expert in human nature, some would say" you spoke confidently, smirking a bit. "And anyway: It is never too late to change."

Loki felt his throat drying, swallowing harshly without showing any sign of weakness towards you - his enemy, he still thought at that moment.

Even though the idea of someone believing in the good in him was uplifting for the young man, satisfaction and trust were not really part of his nature after everything that had happened in his life.

Anyway, without having a real plan, he had decided for his next actions out of a whim - and grabbed the cup with medication you had brought, swallowing them all at once.

"Here." He sticked out his tongue, showing you that he didn't hide them anywhere. "I did my part, now it's your turn."

The fact that on your first day, you made that troublesome patient talk again and take his pills was making your chest swell with pride -yet his presence also made you kind of flustered. "What do you mean?"

"Let's play a game." A mischievous and gleeful grin was streched across his face, and he stared at you with an intensity that made your heart race for some reason. "I do what you think is necessary, and in return I just want some information about you. Nothing indiscret, no things that make you uncomfortable or some sort. Just some innocent details."

Was it really a good idea to trust this man? Not to speak of building some kind of personal relationship with a patient...

...but then again, he couldn't really use that against you. And if the man got the treatment he so desperately needed, you'd also get credit which would be good for your reputation as a new nurse.

A win-win situation, right?

"Go on" you sighed, still not really fond of the idea.

"Are you in a relationship right now?"

"That's already inappropriate." As punishment, you stood up and prepared to leave - but Loki stopped you. "Wait! I'm sorry, it was a little prank. I'm sorry, sorry."

You couldn't surpress a chuckle that you had turned the tables on that perceptive man, making him grid his teeth when he realized he had lost his cool for a moment. "And I'd doubt you'd know how to take proper care of a lady" you teased.

"Oh, you'd be surprised." He was quick to change the topic himself, asking "So be it, then: Why did you decide to become a nurse?"

"Umm, maybe I'm an idealist?" you pondered aloud, nipping on your bottom lip. "Never really thought about it. It just felt right. The job is challenging, rich in variety, and you can contribute something good."

Exactly what he thought - you obviously had some issues as well, as it seemed. Maybe he could use that against you, gain your trust and make his escape.

And even if it didn't work, this would be a pleasant pastime...

But as the weeks went by, Loki actually found himself enjoying those brief visits and innocent conversations, just the two of you

And he soon learned to embrace his little, impossible infatuation he was slowly developing.

At first you wouldn't bid his behavior any huge meaning, especially because your bright nature didn't allow you to sense any ill intend.

It was rather nice, actually - showering that misunderstood man with attention, and seeing how he bloomed.

He even confided to you about his side of the story, back then: According to Loki, he was only trying to cut off Thor's fiancée's hair in her sleep - but when she woke up and became startled, he accidentally cut her face with the blade.

Much to everyone's surprise, you believed him - even though that mean prank spoke more than enough about his emotional maturity.

The rules of the station allowed him more freedom if he behaved well, and soon he was allowed to roam the unit freely, always watching over you from the shadows instead of initiating contact with anyone else.

For a while, everything seemed to be going into an acceptable direction, with you gifting the man books or sheerly listening to his interest for norse mythology, as if asideof the circumstances your unusual friendship weren't the way it was.

Things became more troublesome however, when Loki decided he wanted to be needed by you as well.

When a patient hit and threatened you, you waved it off as being not that much of a deal - that man was sick and didn't mean it personally, so you didn't want to make a complain to the police.

Yet Loki thought different, a dire anger awakening in him as he saw your cheek slightly bruised - and coincidentally, that very same man got beaten up the next day. Little did you know Loki initiated a fight between that violent patient and the other ones, solely manipulating them without dirtying his own hands.

No one shall lay hands on you. He would not allow to share you with anyone.

And especially: You shouldn't treat anyone else with the same kindness as him!

"I am not allowed to accept gifts from patients" you explained politely, still flattered by the fact that he had remembered your favourite color.

He'd only shove the little box into your arms again, carefully sliding it over the table. "How about a gift from a friend, though?"

"Okay, but I'll open it when I'm at home so no one sees." You were aware of people noticing the shift in your depicture of him, being the only one to always defend him in front of the other staff at your briefings. "Anyway, I have something for you as well..."

His birthdate was no secret for you either, knowing his whole clinical record by heart already. Still, Loki gasped in surprise, shining eyes widening as he saw you presenting a small, selfmade cake to him.

"Happy Birthday, Loki" you chanted, gesturing for him to try a piece.

"How thoughtful..." he murmured under his breath, that small, genuine gesture meaning more to him than he could put in words. "Thank you."

"Does your family come to visit today as well?"

That statement made his expression immediately drop. Damn, you should've known better than to adress this topic.

"Of course not" he spoke, voice laced with disappointment. "Did you ever see them visit me, all those months? They gave up on me, I tell you..."

Probably, but you did not want to admit that to him.

It was your little secret that you had a phonecall with his brother last week - the only person he thought to always forgive him and be at his side.

"He only ever loves himself, Miss Y/L/N. I just can't defend him forever." With those words, he hung up before you could even convince him otherwise.

"What about your mother?" Oh, you were blissfully unaware of his past, only hurting him further by your plain questions.

"She's dead." For the first time, you actually saw his eyes becoming glossy, now understanding why he never spoke about her before.

"My father blames me for her death" he breathed, as barely audible as his shaky voice allowed him. "Who else could it be, right? I'm basically at causing every misfortune in people's lives."

"Loki..." You felt brave today, taking his hand into yours and sueezing it a little before reassuringly rubbing his lower arm. "You don't need to open up about that just yet. It's very hard and personal for you, I get that."

"Nono, it's alright. I'm here for therapy, right? And I trust you." What words of great honor. "There's not much to talk about anyway, really. She was the only one who believed in me, and made me feel like I belong. But her sorrow about my lifestyle was too much for her heart to bear, at least that's what my family concluded. And ever since, there was only that shadow of my father and brother's greatness, and it made me sick. Every day I felt like I was suffocating, and when I found out about my true parentage and my brother wanted to move to his future wife, I felt like everything I knew and controlled was gone. As if a hole opened up in the ground and I just fell forever."

Only now he realized how teary-eyed you had become as well, amazed by the closeness you entrusted him with in change for that secret - seeing the deepest pit of his soul.

"You are not at fault, Loki. Everyone makes mistakes, and a mother never stops loving her child." You needed to pause midsentence, choking on a sob. "She would've want you to lead a happy life, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." Absentmindedly, Loki's thumb circled on your hand, until pulling it in to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Thank you for listening. For your help...for everything! I don't know what I'd do in here without you...I'd probably actually go crazy."

That night, you'd wake up from a dream again - like you did many times, afterwards needing to ease the ache in your lends, praying his name: Loki.

Lately, those dreams repeated themselves, turned into daydreams and linging fantasies - about what his hands would feel like exploring your curves, what his tongue would taste like wrapped around your own while mercilessly fucking you against the wall of his room.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

You stood up and tried to walk the tireness away, as if to shake those improper thoughts off as well. Seems like you had fallen asleep on the desk again, but it didn't matter since night shifts were usually quiet in here.

"Here again?" Loki softly knocked against the door of the nurse's office, greeting you with a shy look.

"Not quite" you yawned and stretched a bit, trying to not dwell in those earlier memories upon seeing that annoyingly attractive patient. "Still here, actually. Double shift, a colleague called in sick again."

Loki huffed angrily as he let himself in, knowing in night shifts there's always only one nurse so no one would disturb you. "Inacceptable!" he exclaimed, "A person like you deserves to be treated like a queen, not a servant."

The beginningly self-glorifying tendencies Loki hat coated his insecurity with had lately shifted towards you, putting you on an imaginary pedestral in his mind.

You were good and pure and could never do something wrong, or so he thought - and he was the only one able to protect you from that otherwise cruel world.

Right now, you may only have become his moral support - but if things went on like this, instead of healing, Loki would lose himself in other unhealthy habits.

So why couldn't you stop and stay away from him, at least for his own good, damn it?!

Seems like you weren't as great as he thought you to be...

"Drop that 'I can fix him' thinking!" you could still hear Dr. Meyer say, back this afternoon when he ordered you to his office. "The whole unit is talking already! That man is already doomed, any he's only toying with you! A psych ward team needs to be cooperating and stick together, and if only one person behaves different and go easier on him, the whole therapy won't work!"

Only when you stopped pondering about it, you saw how close Loki had gotten to you, his face just inches apart and raven locks falling into your face. “Please, Y/N...just lend me an ear...”

You were struggling as your back hit the wall, unable to gain distance again. Still mentally debating whether you should push the emergency-button on your unit’s phone, Loki robbed you of that decision as he softly grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’ve seen the desire in your eyes, you sweet little thing...” he hoarsed with a raspy voice, making you shudder as you felt his breath gracing your ear. "If only we could go somewhere far, far away to relish that need.”

“I-I won’t let you out of here. Do you honestly think I’m so gullible?!” 

“No. Nononono, little petal. I would never use you for that.” Your patient’s demeanour was no less inviting, his knuckles brushing your cheekbones while he was looking at you as if you were a piece of art. "But I want you to give us a chance - nothing more, nothing less.”

You bit your lip, unable to fight against something you wished for so deeply. A thousand thoughts ran through your head, about how wrong every detail of that moment was - but also the most wildest fantasies of lust and love and adventure. There had always been something attracting to the forbidden, after all...

“I can change. For you. Be discharged someday. Build a life with you. No one has to know about us until then. Y/N...”

“Loki...” Your voice was nothing but a whisper as he needily pulled you into his arms, fingernails digging into the flesh of your hip to lift you onto the cupboard. You felt his erection eager to escape his trousers, pressing itself against your crotch to ease this pressure.

He seemed desperate as he explored your body, unfocused even as he overwhelmed himself in that intoxicating high of your closeness...

...but just before the final gap between your lips closed, he was gone.

“You piece of shit. Even harassing our nurses, huh?!?”

You blinked heavily, mind still clouded by lust before you could comprehend what just happened. Loki on the other hand was lying on the floor, being pressed down by two security guards as Dr. Meyer prepared a srynge with sedatives

“Wai-!” Just when you were about to interfere, Loki furiously shook his head. His eyes told you everything you needed to know about his intentions, signalizing you to stay silent - otherwise you’d be doomed with him.

No one shall notice your little workplace romance, so he’d sacrifice himself to preserve your honor and prevent you from being punished.

After injecting the medication to his bloodstream, they still did not keep themselves from savouring in his pain and violently fixate him, straping every single of his limbs to the bed.

“Tha- I think that’s enough. He’s asleep” you suggested with a shaky voice, as Dr. Meyer grabbed both of your shoulders. “Are you alright? Did that bastard hurt you?”

“N-No...I guess he just misunderstood my kindness.”

“People like that are no humans” the doctor growled, watching as the security guards dragged him away. “They are wild animals. He will never be able to lead a normal life, being as dangerous to others as he is!”

The thought of Loki possibly being robbed of a normal future just to be locked up forever brought tears into your eyes. Luckily, your colleagues thought that reaction to be because of the shock, however it revoked Dr. Meyer to embrace you tightly and completely uncalled for, babbling some fake sweet words about you being safe now. Oh, how you wished to escape his fangs...

For several days, there was nothing. You had been forcibly conivinced to take a few days off while Loki was still rotting in his room, which made it impossible for you to relax.

Your almost-lover on the other side was patiently waiting for you, always sure of your return - however his wish to see light in these darkest of times would be possibly ruined forever.

Loki knew the order of this unit very well, knowing exactly when someone would come to give him food, meds or check up on him. So when there was an unregulary knock on his door, hope bloomed in his chest to finally see you again.

“Well, well...” Dr. Meyer was trying his outmost to appear professional, yet he couldn’t surpress his gloating over the man who got fixated by his wrists just minutes before the medical round. “Good evening, Mr. Odinson...or should I rather say ‘Laufeyson’?”

No reaction. Instead Loki calmly smiled and let all the hatred and negativity bounce back off himself instead to letting it into his core ever again.

As long as his thoughts revolved around you, he’d be fine. You believed in him, and never would he want to disappoint you again.

“Do you know why I have been called here?” The doctors demeanour was obvious, and Loki was almost certain that he specifically insisted to be responsible for his ‘favourite’ patient. “Your evaluation is almost due. You know, the one that decides about your future at this facility and especially our society?”

“If you have to say something, just say it.” Even though acting cool, Loki’s heart was dropping to his stomach, anxiety getting the better of him - and sadly, it wasn’t unnotice by the doc.

“After all those crimes you’ve commited, we’ve been thinking you’d be better of in a forensic clinic.” Meyer sat down on the edge of the bed, hiding his grin under a face mask as he enjoyed the trembling man straped to the mattress.

“B-But what about-”

“Don’t worry about that” the doctor cut him off, “Y/N doesn’t want to be admitted to you anymore, either way."

“Lies.” Still, Loki teared up faster than his mind could catch up on those words who broke his heart in an instant. “I-I know deceit better than everyone. You’re lying!”

The doctor was almost imploding out of glee, but being the sociopathic actor that he was, he reassuringly put a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for you, but it’s better for everyone involved. She’s afraid of you, called you a freak even. I don’t know what sick shit you did to her exactly, but we’ll do anything to keep you from doing it again.”

“Shut up!” Security was storming the door as Loki began to have a violent outburst, bed shaking and the skin on his wrists becoming sore as he tried to free himself from the shackles. “Don’t fucking touch me! Where is she?!? I want to speak to her, let me.......”

“No need for that, gentlemen.” Dr. Meyer had already put his patient to sleep before the security would mangle him - after all, he didn’t want to leave proof of any mistreatment on his station. “That man’s not worth it anyway.”

Loki’s sleep was long and dreamless, yet the first thing that had popped up in his mind as he regained consciousness was you - and there you were, looking at him all concerned as you pet his head.

He blinked heavily, unsure whether you were a hallucination. But it was really you. “Y/N...”

Suddenly, he remembered the doctor’s words, turning around to face the wall as soon as you freed him from the restrainments. “What’s wrong, Loki? What have they done to you?!”

Every syllable that escaped your mouth was laced with emotion, confusing and hurting his shattered soul even more. “What are you doing here?” he hissed coldly, trying to not be affected by you anymore.

That would’ve been the last time he ever let someone close to his core again...

“My colleagues didn’t want me to nurse you, out of worry! It was extremely hard to convince them that I’d at least bring you dinner, since they did not want to ignore Dr. Meyer’s order, but well...here I am.”

You rubbed the back of your head, sheepishly looking over to the plate you had put on his nightstand. “I brought your favourite.”

“Go away” he whispered hoarse, still only offering you his back. “And never come back...”

“Wha- but I...” You wanted to approach him, but Loki slapped your hand away. He wanted to scream, but was smart enough to not attract your colleague’s attention. “I trusted you, Y/N! Out of all the people I expected to betray me, it had to be the only one I allowed to come close?!?”

There he was, the man everyone considered a failure, a brutal psychopath and a monster - shivering at the thought of being all alone once again.

No mockery, no acting all high and mighty to cover up his true feeling or protect his pride.

Just pain.

“You, back then...” he declared, finally meeting your face with an icy glare. “That was the first time someone ever voluntarily stood up for me.”

“I bet it happened before,” was your firm answer, gulping heavily at the sight of this empty shell that had almost become your lover. “I am sure of it. Sometimes we are just too hurt to remember the good things.”

“Were you really that disgusted by my advances, this whole time?”

That question caught you off guard. Of course the circumstances had always been present in the back of your mind - but how could he ever assume that you did not felt drawn to him as well?!

“N-No!” you exclaimed almost immediately, and Loki backed off due to the surprise of the determination in your voice. “If I didn’t want to, I would’ve told you! Why would you think of me that way?”

The image of your almost-kiss, how his hands felt as they were eagerly exporing your skin...it was still pleasantly vivid in your mind...

...but something else had stained those blissful memories for the both of you.

“I am so sorry, Loki...” As you began to sob uncontrollably, the dam broke and Loki couldn’t hold back anymore. “This is all my fault! You’re my patient, and I took advantage of you...I am honestly the worst.”

“Shh...” Even though still mad, in the dephts of his heart Loki couldn’t stay mad at you for too long. Seeing you sad was just too much for him to bear. “Everything will be alright. I know it.” 

 And just like that, Loki was lost in thoughts of a happier future again...yes, even if he was transferred, it would be better if you weren’t involved at work. You could visit him, and he’d try to better himself - for he now finally had something to look forward to: Y/N Y/L/N.

However, when Loki reached out to hug you, a reflex made you flinch away. For a sheer second, he furrowed his brows in confusion - but then he saw the blue marks on your arms. “W-Where did you get that from?!”

Your lack of a response infuriated him even further, even though he already knew the answer. Never before you heared a voice this cold, and it honestly made you afraid of the consequences. “Y/N. Tell. Me.”

“Dr....Dr. Meyer...when you were dragged away that night, we were all alone....he wanted to speak to me in his office about the incident, at least I thought, and then.............”

Loki’s face dropped lower and lower with every detail you spit out about how that dirty bastard tried to take advantage of the situation back then, trying to grope an already shocked woman and thus traumatizing her for life.

How he roughly tried to hold you in place, bruising that fragile and most holy body to the point where instead of passively avoiding the situation, you were desperately trying to get away.

"He threatened me” you sniffled, every sob shaking through your whole body while Loki never stopped embracing you so tightly that he hoped all of your broken parts would be put together this way. “Told me he would tell everyone about our affair when I don’t comply. I don’t care about the trouble I get into, but you...I cannot close all the doors that are still open for you.”

A million thoughts were racing through Loki’s head at once: About how someone could be as selfless and prure as you were, and wondering about what his life would have been like if he had only known you earlier. That he now knew about your true affection and loyality, and being unable to repay it.

Yet nothing could still the rage that was currently preying on his mind at the thought of some other man violating you, while he had been thinking about nothing but himself this whole time - even daring to question you for one second.

“Please don’t worry, my dear.” The shift in his behavior frightened you, yet you were too overchallenged with those past weeks that you had become too careless.

Loki pressed a wet kiss into your hair, savouring this moment just a while longer - until you were to meet again. “I will take care of everything. But you must go now, before your colleagues notice. Go.”

If only you had noticed earlier, taken the hints serious...

The remaining day felt like forever, your thoughts always wandering off to either your longing for Loki or the discomfort whenever you heared Dr. Meyer’s name. It wouldn’t take long until your colleagues sent you home, suggesting that you’d get whatever it was you had going on in proper line - because like this, you weren’t able to work let alone provide for anyone. Not even yourself.

With an exhausted mind and body, it was only a matter of seconds until you slept away right on spot, on the sofa you immediately plummeted on when you got home.

Only an hour later, your rumbling stomach would wake you up, since all of the stress had kept you from nourishing yourself properly. “Loki would want me to take care of myself...” you thought to yourself, worrying how the others at the unit would treat him when you were gone...

...but then, your attention got caught at the TV, having run in the back during your whole nap. The image on screen was one of your hospital, depicturing several police cars in front of the main entrance - and a corpse, covered and transported away.

“And now to our local news” the newscaster spoke and you wondered how someone could speak so monotonously about something apparently horrible.

“The renowned psychiatrist Dr. A. Meyer has been found dead in his office. Police report states that the culprit wanted to make it seem like an accident or suicide, yet the non-lethal wounds on the victims body reminded of a sadistic slaughter. One patient remains fugitive, whatever happened exactly or how their relationship with each other was remains unspoken by the hospital CEO.”

It was over. Everything. And you knew what that meant:

Loki had taken care of it - just as promised.

There was no time to think, act or even cry. Iwnstant regret washed over you before a feeling of complete numbness erased the will to fight left in you.

For you had created this monster, or at least taken part in it.

And when you felt a familiar hand running down your back, you would only close your eyes and accept your guilt - and your fate.

"Welcome home, my love."

Disclaimer: As a nurse, I feel responsible to emphasize that this Story and all of their elements are purely fictional. Every dark theme has been added solely for the drama and has no connection to real life. Please don't let my work make you stigmatize people with mental illness, and neither become uncertain of seeking professional help shall you ever require it.

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What are your personal thoughts on each of the Tenjiku guys? You said you had a soft spot for them so I'm curious 👀 obviously you love Kaku and Ran but why and what about the others? Please word dump all you want lol

ANON are you sure you wanna unleash me like this?? Alright alright alright... Since you asked for it...

I love Tenjiku because out of all the antagonist gangs in TokRev, the villainous found family trope is the strongest and most genuine with them, and I'M ALL FOR IT BABY!!! They're built up as this gang of incorrigible sadists who have no qualms about dealing drugs, ruining lives and murder, and yet they all readily took the rap for Mikey, Toman and even (at least some of) the lower-ranked Tenjiku members, and we get official art of Tenjiku just having fun and genuinely enjoying each other's companies. Each of the S-62 is an asshole of some level and yet they truly cared for each other AND KAKUCHO! Always remember that none of them snitched on Kakucho when they were arrested, and even Ran tried to deter South from getting to him. A bunch of big brothers... all of them... Honour among thieves... (I have so many thoughts about them meeting and forging strong bonds in juvie, and even more about how they took in Kakucho ahhh) Also, Tenjiku's strong Eastern/'Chinese' theme is just really appealing to me. Tenjiku being from Yokohama (which has Japan's largest Chinatown), the Journey to the West references, Four Heavenly Kings, Yin-Yang motif etc. (Speaking of Yin-Yang, the Yin-Yang dynamic between Izana and Kakucho is just so strong that it even shows in their colour schemes haha)

Alright, now on to the individual members...

Izana: My heart is broken...... There are many tragic characters in TokRev but Izana just has to be the most tragic. Yes, he's had a wretched fate but at the same time, he's also convinced himself of it a lot and driven himself down that path. Not only does he stubbornly denies Kakucho's and Tenjiku's respect and loyalty, he even undermines their camaraderie as fear and self-agenda. This is a person so consumed by his own demons that even in death, when he has done the most altruistic deed of sacrificing his life for another, he still believes that there is no salvation for him (which I find realistic tbh, because there's no way Mikey could've convinced otherwise in one night, when Izana's been telling himself that he's beyond redemption his whole life). He is shown to lack any empathy nor love for his men/subordinates, but I'm sure he must have shown some off-screen because why would the S-62, a bunch of selfish jerks, be so sincerely loyal to him? I hope Wakui gives us more Tenjiku content in the DVD extra booklets. Izana as a character is just so enigmatic and mysterious, IMO. His background as a character is practically fully explored but at the same time, you get the feeling that you can't know what his thoughts are (or maybe that's just me). Kakucho has been with him almost his whole life, but I still think that even Kakucho does not fully understand Izana. If there was anyone who really knew Izana, it would be Shinichirou. Anyway, this guy is the definition of the 'Alas, Poor Villain' trope and my heart is in pieces because of him.

Mucho: Like Kakucho, Mucho is very much of a 'Wrong Place' kinda guy. He's mentioned to Sanzu that he's got 'nowhere to go' which is why he's in the gang life, but you can tell that he does want to be a good person. He's compassionate and fair to his subordinates and Sanzu, can distinguish between right and wrong and good and evil. He’s really underrated as a character: this guy is obviously strong and powerful, and also self-disciplined, smart and cunning (his long con game?? Wow). Out of all TokRev characters (aside from Shin) he’s probably the most mature and sensible, and he’s also really self-aware as a person (he knows where his morals lie and admits he would’ve been better off with Mikey instead of Izana, but he just can’t help but commit himself to Tenjiku). It’s a pity cuz he would’ve been a terrific Oyabun. And when you think about it, his death is really sad (too bad Sanzu stole all the attention LOL). I have the feeling that he wanted to turn over a new leaf and repent his sins (either by joining or helping Toman, or even just giving up the gang life) after his 2nd juvie stint, but got murdered upon release (sooooo yakuza-esque btw haha I wonder if it was Wakui’s homage to yakuza films). And he did say he was all alone, so I wonder if anyone ever found out that he died. Did the remaining Tenjiku members (especially Kakucho) look for him?? How did they feel if they found out about his death?? It’s unlikely but I hope Wakui sheds some light on this!! Anyway, Mucho needs more appreciation!!

Mocchi: Unfortunately I can’t really form much of an opinion about Mocchi because he doesn’t get as much screen time and introspection as the other characters haha. But at the very least we know that he values honour in fights, really enjoys fighting, openly acknowledges/respects his teammates’ strengths (Haitani Bros) and is one of the goofier guys in Tenjiku. I think as a youth/young adult he probably hung and went out more with the other ‘fun’ guys like the Haitanis, but seems to have grown up more grounded/cautious/responsible because he was shown being kinda naggy about how Sanzu should dispose of the corpses. All in all, he seems to be the pretty standard ‘muscle brute’ guy, but hopefully Wakui will give him more spotlight in the upcoming chapters!! (Also, I just feel kinda bad for him cuz he’s always left out of the fandom’s thirst for Tenjiku/Bonten💀)

Shion: Again, can’t really say much about him because the limited chapters and panels he’s been in only show him to be an overconfident butt monkey haha. I don’t think he’s exceptionally strong, my headcanon about him is that he’s got clout and a place in the S-62 because of other factors like connections (perhaps from his BD era) and just the general reputation of a wacky guy who’d do literally anything. There’s a chance that Wakui might give him more spotlight and a backstory to hype him up as a character because he’s facing off against Akkun, and I think Wakui might wanna give Akkun a little more dignity by fighting someone ‘strong’/‘impressive’.

Ran & Rindou: HAHA ACTUALLY I like Rindou more than I do Ran 😜 Rindou’s character design appeals more to me, and his personality (simultaneously lazy and disinterested and yet cocky, bratty and sadistic) is just more fun than Ran lmao. I’ve said quite a bit about them (and trust me I’m gonna say more) so I’ll just talk about why I like them here. I’m not gonna lie anon. Like most Haitani stans it’s mainly thirst over their character designs and general mysterious and enigmatic charisma. I was really neutral on them upon their first introduction (Valhalla viewing gallery) but then Tenjiku gave them way more of a personality and then with their Bonten appearance?? I was a goner!!! And there’s something so interesting about their incredibly close brotherly bond, I’m just waiting on the edge of my seat and biting my nails for the next Haitani backstory reveal!!

Kakucho: WHY DO I LOVE KAKUCHO?? ANON WHY DO I BREATHE?? Jokes aside: I think I’ve always had a thing for the dark-haired brooding type but I just really love Kakucho’s character. Despite his absolutely tragic and horrible childhood, he’s a good person through and through and doesn’t make excuses for himself nor his actions. In a way, he’s kind of a foil to Izana: they both have a traumatic past, were in the same orphanage, experienced the loss of an important person (Shinichirou for Izana, Izana for Kakucho). Izana goes down deeper into the dark path, blames other people for his agony and strives to make others suffer too. But Kakucho doesn’t lose himself, takes it all upon himself and never wants to hurt other people (out of the context of a fight). His loyalty to Izana is more heartbreaking because you know that he’s struggled a lot (probably secretly) with his morals while being steadfast and loyal to Izana. I think he views himself as a bad person, not in the ‘guilty’ way but in the ‘I did what I had to do and so I’ll live with that’ kind of way. He’s just so steady and solid as a character I love him. You can be neutral about him but there’s no way to dislike this guy!!!

Well anon you asked for this!! My unhinged primal thoughts about Tenjiku (or at least the core members, I know Koko, Sanzu, Kisaki and Hanma were part of them too but they were never truly aligned with them)!! I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinion about them too if you don’t mind sharing!!