#also love that their dynamics dont suddenly change

[loud-whistling-yes]

pov after 2 days of revisiting your old obsessions you realize that dl!pearl's pov is just very painfully reenacting your preteens/early teens social life in 6 conveniently short episodes with disturbing accuracy

[huginsmemory]

Where's that one Ford art post thats like I'm in the best years of my life clutching a hot pink thermos thingy with hot gurl juice when he's clearly not. cause damn . Yeah

[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

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[ifyoucandaniel]

favorite fics of 2024/basically just batfam fic rec list

It's that time of year guys, here is my favorite fics of 2024 in no specific order (aka my master batman fic rec list bc that's all i read this year with some spider-man thrown in there lmao). most of these have been in my previous rec lists, but this is just like one big frankenstein’s monster of a fic rec with all of them in one place <3

starting off strong, anything @bluelotuswrites's hands have touched is pure gold. Red is the Color of Sinners placed post UTRH where after being hit by bruce's batarang and now mute, jason decides to leave gotham and go to hell’s kitchen for a fresh start, but he keeps running into daredevil both in and out of costume. this is possibly the best jason of all time i rotate him in my mind like a microwave all day

The Hellblazer's Apprentice is an all blades jason fic where instead of continuing his lost days world tour, he meets john constentine and decides to learn magic to piss of bruce. blue added some lore to jason’s character in this that to this day makes my brain vibrate with excitement and the dynamic between john and jason is just ?? so good. both of these fics haunt me, they follow me wherever i go, i love them. read everything she's written, trust me

going with the theme of my favorite authors i read this year, @cdelphiki wrote my favorite read of the year and possibly all time Life Happens a fic that hit me like a sucker punch where tim and damian are both sent to a different dimension where everyone they know are comic book characters. with no other choice, they have to start a new life in this world while they wait for rescue. words just dont do it justice, please please read this fic. it’s the most beautiful story on growing and life

their other fic Jason and the Three Terrors crosses my mind at least once a day if not three times. jason is still with the league when talia charges him with getting damian, his cousin mara, and his secret sister athanasia to bruce safely from ra's. the rest of the fic is jason going from "i cant wait to get rid of these kids" to "these are my kids, i need to provide for them and keep them safe and i would die for them" 100/10 jason's character development is some of my favorite in any fic.

The Time Before is another of my favorites where jason is sent back in time to when he was 9 and goes to bruce for help and realizes maybe his memories of bruce maybe aren't all accurate. just read everything cdelphiki has ever written, trust me <3

Split by @wolfsbanesparks i have never been hooked on a character i previously did not know much about faster than when i read this fic. Billy and shazam are forcefully separated into separate bodies by black adam and then they have to try to keep billy's identity secret somehow while working with the justice league to fix them. the end of this fic had me sending paragraphs and 5 minute voice notes to my friends, trying to explain why i was so absolutely distraught and obsessed.

also by wolfsbanesparks, From the Shadows is basically everything you could ever want from a billy batson joins the batfam fic. it's got plot, it's got identity shenanigans, it's got badass magical billy, what more could you possibly need! seriously idk what is up with everything wolfbanesparks writes, but the endings are always so fucking good, 100/10.

Something in the Static by @bonerot19 is one of my favorite jason series ever, i go back to it constantly and think about it all the time. this is a series where jason's mom doesn't die and his dad isn't in prison, instead he's 17 working nights at a convenience store when everything changes and suddenly batman won't leave him alone. this is my favorite jason & steph best friends fic ever and the way this fic is paced scratches an itch in my brain, the flow of the story is just perfect

Buy Back the Secrets by @vinelark is the only ship fic on here and it deserves a place of honor. every time i get an email that it's updated an angel gets it's wings and my friends all get texts in all caps. Timkon fic where kon still doesn’t know tim’s civilian identity, but tim keeps calling for superboy when he's in trouble which leads to kon meeting him as a civilian. the identity shenanigans are just so top tier, its a 5 + 1 fic so every chapter is just just a new world of fun tropes. the chapter with tim's fake uncle and jason is actually probably my favorite chapter of a fic ever its so dear to me. as far as i'm concerned, this fic is the only timkon ever <3

Honoring Promises by LananiA3O is the shortest fic on this list and is the most important jason & dick post UTRH fics i've ever read. this fic both scratched an itch and created an itch because i need 100 more chapters and for it to never end. set post UTRH when dick starts to rethink his opinion on a note jason left him and realizes it was jason reaching out and decides to find him and fix things. this goes up there with RITCOS in the post UTRH fics where jason decides to just fuck off and do his own thing, i love them

Adopting a New Plan by A_Silly_Gander is yet another fic where jason winds up with an adoption problem when he first comes back to gotham. however, my favorite part of this whole fic is how the author writes jason making mistakes and being flawed and how those mistakes affect him. absolutely 10/10 character development and jason rejoining the batfam + damian and jaosn meeting in the LOA tag is just a mixture of all my favorite things, i love this fic so much

A Collision of Masks by MOVAZ is my favorite dick grayson fic ever, its set in a young justice AU where batman never joined the JL and YJ never met dick, so when the YJ team is sent to investigate a new vigilante, nightwing, identity shenanigans ensue. this is seriously such a fun fic, i loved all the crossover between dick's many identities and the YJ team

Cards on the Table by @wesslan is just!!! so fun oh my god. the chapter titles are to this day my favorite things ever they enhance the experience. it’s about tim being a scam fortune teller who knows a lot more than he should about the upper class due to his nighttime stalking. he winds up meeting the batfam and giving some scarily accurate advice which leads to him being tied up in their business and lots of lying <3 it’s such a fun fic and i just love the vibes 100/10

Hand in Unloveable Hand (a chokehold) by @a-large-orange-cat is by far my favorite fucked up tim fic! while tim’s out taking pictures of batman and robin as a kid he gets kidnapped by black mask and raised to take over his crime empire. cue 50k of manipulation and angst, the ending is so satisfying and the sequel with jason always makes me :’) very good, this tim lives in my mind in a little house he and jason built

Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone because would it be a fic rec without the loml? i love this fic so much oh my god, it sent me back on my spiderman obsessed bullshit which in turn led me back down my marvel bs. post infinity war peter is dusted and wakes up in the DC universe with the ghosts of the dusted avengers following him. i love this fic so much, nothing compares to this peter in my mind. the dynamic between him and the batfam + the identity angst is just so well done

keeping up with the peter theme, The Teenage Vigilante's Guide to Saving New York (And Making Friends Along the Way) by candlesneedflame is such a good team red/mentor matt fic oh my god. where peter goes against tony’s wishes and starts hanging out with daredevil and his friends and maybe starts getting mentored by new york’s vigilantes. 10/10 i love peter interacting with the other vigilantes and also matt mentoring him

anyways, that’s all folks! 2024 was the year for the DC and marvel fics clearly and hopefully 2025 will be the year of me binding all of these finally and having them sitting pretty on my shelf <3

[thistlerock]

Hmmm okay I sat on it for half a day and have decided that the things I DONT like abt fantasy high webtoon so far aren't just me being a bitter fan of the og highly critical of an adaptation. It's still a little bit that though, so take this with a grain of salt.

- I have no problem with Riz being the main focus so far (I do think it makes a continuous plot easier to follow) but I really do hope we get more on the others. And I REALLY hope that the girls get actual attention on their backgrounds and characters? Idk, Gorgug and Fabian didn't get as much as Riz either but they got way more than the girls, especially Fig, and I will always be a little annoyed when male characters get more attention in action and/or fantasy stories. This is my biggest issue and the only one that I genuinely think could turn into an "okay no this is where the adaption is bad". Like, I'm gonna assume they either get flashbacks or new moments in the next few chapters (again I only read the free ones so far) but still. Arghfj.

- Kristen coins their party name by telling Daybreak she wants to hang with the Bad Kids. Since they'll all end up in detention eventually I'm sure we'll still get there and I'm not completely opposed to change but that is a pretty iconic line to leave out. I think if they get the name by someone else referring to them as such or if Kristen says it later that still works but y'know.

- I understand that a comic has to spoon feed the reader lore because Brennan can't just do it, lmao, but it does feel slightly out of character for the Riz we know to need explanations on how Agueford operates. Like, he would have done extensive research on it. This is very much an alternate universe/parallel timeline with minor differences situation and in this version Penny's only been missing for a week so he had less time to do research, yeah, but still. I don't think this is an inherent flaw and I do expect these Bad Kids to be slightly different than their counterparts, but yeah that bothered me a little bit.

- Riz's whole deal visually. I both love it because he's so cute and it's working on me exactly as intended and I'm also kinda mad that it's working. And I'm kind of mad at the fact it's a thing. He's a creature, he's a gross little guy. Yes the fanon portrayals of him are way more creature-ish than canon ones, but he is NOT cute even in canon. Look at his freshman year art and then look at this guy, insane difference. I get why they did that. And it works. It works SO well. Penelope's reaction to him suddenly makes perfect sense to me. This makes me so conflicted lmao. I understand that this an alternate version of him and not SUPPOSED to be the exact same but I don't think I'm gonna get over it, which is fine. Doesn't mean I'm not collecting screenshots of cute Riz. He really is squishable.

- Unless I misunderstood Fabian wasn't present when Ragh threw Riz! How will he The Ball him now? It's pretty easy to establish it either way (other people could call him that, especially on the Bloodrush team which Fabian will presumably try out for) but if it ends up not being Fabian that fully establishes Riz as The Ball (because let's be real, regardless of how persistent Ragh is, if Fabian didn't repeatedly call him that it would not have become his thing.) then I genuinely think that takes away from why their dynamic is fun! I am waiting with baited breath

- this is a minor thing but I wish Kristen wore shorts,,,like short overalls,,,,,,I FULLY understand why they didn't put her in tie dye I wouldn't wish repeatedly drawing that upon my worst enemy, and the corn coding IS pretty fun, and they DID keep her awful sandals. But shorts,,,,,my girl needs shorts for her summer camp fit,,,,

I do still find the webtoon enjoyable so far. I think liking adaptations of media you love is actually really hard because it'll almost never do it "right", but you kinda have to distance them from each other and go "okay this is the thing I like but from a different angle and that's okay, and I might be bothered by a lot of changes but that doesn't inherently make it bad". (Extreme example of this for me is death note. As an adaptation of the anime/manga the live action movie sucked ass, if you forget all about that it's a pretty good movie?? Obviously in the case of fantasy high the two are a LOT closer and this isn't a good comparison, but death note has taught me to at least try to view adaptations positively even if my first instinct is to be upset.) Idk, if they're the exact same then what's the point of adapting it.

So far I think it's a competent work, if flawed in some ways; the art is cute and some of the jokes (even the new ones) made me chuckle. The first 3 chapters were nice, I think this can be a fun thing to relive freshman year through and if it brings in even one fan that doesn't wanna watch two hour recordings of people sitting at a table rolling dice (fair) then that's really great! I'm curious to see the rest, but if they continue like this and give the girls their spotlight then I think it'll be pretty cool even if I'll always prefer the original

[ariseur]

OKAY SO I SAW YOURE ALSO A LATINA AND , WANT REQUESTS; IVE ALWAYS HAD THIS THOUGT, what if Satoru and Suguru were BOTH dating a foreign reader (Mexican if you wanna be specific) idk I just though it’d be kinda funny when they remember the reader has an entirely culture than them!!

((btw that “BOTH” was about a poly relationship with satosugu, which you obv don’t have to do!!))

FOREIGN LOVE - SATORU GOJO

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ notes - decided to change up my formatting a little bit, just experimenting lol. but!! unfortunately i don’t write for suguru ( yet, i’m still trying to get a better sense on his personality n his character since i’m almost done w/ s2!! ) and i dont write polyamorous pieces!! so i just decided to write about gojo for now 🫶

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ warnings - intended lowercase, mentions of japanese culture that i’m not educated on so lmk if there’s more common stuff i could mention instead, lmk if i missed any warnings!!

✧˖° SATORU GOJO dating a foreign reader would actually be a pretty cool dynamic to experience — anon i like your way of thinking about how gojo ( and geto ) would sometimes forget how their foreigner significant reader has an entirely culture from them because .. they probably would lol

✧˖° if you’re not that well versed in japanese / asian culture and traditions, i feel like he would just like casually bring up certain things or events that go on in japan like obon or setsubun or maybe you’re unsure of certain common etiquette, so he’s confused when you’re like “???”

✧˖° but!! if you’re interested in learning stuff about japanese culture then he’ll be like “you’ve come to the right person” and i can just imagine GOJO making that one tiktok emoji face— like the [proud] one lol. he’d love to tell you all about it though, he thinks you wanting to learn more about his culture is just another sign that you love him, and he wants to know more about you too!! he’s willing to sit with you for hours on end and ask you questions about what you do for your culture.

✧˖° if you’re new to japan and you’re unfamiliar with certain places around town and stuff, i think one of the best things that GOJO likes to show you is the food around town. i dunno about you guys but i literally love takoyaki and yakitori and that’s not even relevant to the headcanon i just felt like sharing that for no reason it’s so good to me. but of courseeee!! we can’t forget about kikufuku, a small daifuku with mochi and we all know how SATORU recommends the edamame or cream flavor, so lord forbid you don’t like it — he’ll be so dramatic 😭

✧˖° howeveerrrrr—!! since anon mentioned about shedding light on reader possibly being a latina or mexican, let’s talk about a hispanic!reader with GOJO, yeah??

✧˖° i love the idea that he can’t handle spice, and i dont even know where it came from and i feel like he probably could handle somewhat spicy foods? but i just love envisioning GOJO freaking out over like a tiny lil poblano chilé or something like that. i’m sure he’d love the food but i feel like he’d be so confused watching you make foods from your culture. like, tres leches??? why are you just soaking cake in milk???

✧˖° i’d say SATORU is a somewhat good dancer .. when it comes to certain songs 😭.. he’s not the worst when there’s some spanish music in the back but he will def try to improvise and will make both of you trip. i think he’d like dancing norteñas but i can just see him doing all these unnecessary dips in the middle of the song because he’s just seen it somewhere. he might even give you a kiss when he dips down a little lower, usually towards the end of the song. and when you call him out on it, he’s just like, “what? i can’t give my baby a kiss?” like the bastard he is ugh i need him rn

✧˖° don’t even get me started on him speaking spanish. he swears he’s suddenly this suavé latin genius once he surprises you with a few words. i think he’d be like that with any language though honestly except i’m pretty sure he knows a little bit of english since someone said he traveled abroad?? but with certain languages, he’ll definitely butcher them a lot lol. in the end, you praise him for trying and that alone results in him giving himself a pat on the back.

✧˖° i dunno about you guys in hispanic households, but growing up the way to shush someone or like a baby or something would be like “ya”. it could also be used in like “ya callaté” which is like “shut up already,”? i’m not sure if there’s a direct translation in english but i think like the closest thing to it in english is kinda like, “enough”, in that context?? so im just imagining you saying it to a dog barking or a baby crying and he’s just confused all “wdym ya ya, are they a horse??”

✧˖° i think you and him would really bond when learning about each other’s cultures, though. it’s a learning experience for the both of you and you unlock a new topic in which you guys can both learn about. you can count on your tour guide, satoru gojo ^.^

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[jungkoode]

THE 25TH HOUR | O6

“𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓”

“The term timeline shift shouldn’t mean anything to you, yet somehow; it does. Which is why you push to be included in the Conference Room reunion, and how you end up paired with Agent Min to go on a field trip. Talk about unexpected."

next | index

— chapter details

word count: 5,5k

content: timeline shifts, conference room shanenigsns, y/n being as curious as usual and yoongi having none of it, protective grumbly ‘i care but i dont’ yoongi, jimin being iconic, hobi being here only for the chaos, seokjin and namjoon trying not to have an aneurysm, taehyung and jungkook using telepathy to laugh at everyone

— author’s note

PHEWWWW. OKAY. Hello, everyone!!!

So. 5k-6k words. As you’ve seen in the word count note for this chapter. Yup. I suddenly remembered this is, in fact, a fanfic (which means 250k+ words in my terms) and not a Netflix limited series, so I have free reign to up that word count like it’s nobody’s business. From now on, we’re just embracing longer chapters. You’re welcome. (Or, alternatively, I’m sorry. Pick your fighter.)

ANYWAY. We’re starting to get into some things in this chapter, and I, being the benevolent god that I am, have decided to let the side characters explain some of it in dumbed-down terms so that you silly little rabbits can keep up. (It’s me. I’m silly rabbits.)

Also, CAN I JUST SAY how much I love Jimin in this fic??? Say what you want about him. He’s bitchy. He hates Y/N (us). He is actively praying on our downfall. And? I love him for it. So what now, huh?? Be mad about it.

Also yes, Hopemin are a thing in here. No, I don’t regret anything. Yes, you’ll see more of them.

Speaking of dynamics, I love that Jungkook and Taehyung are the only two that can communicate telepathically. That ability is Taehyung’s, but since Jungkook has ability mimicry, he can use it too. So they’re the only ones who can actually go both ways (ha). Isn’t that SO COOL??? (It is. Shut up.)

Oh, and yes, Yoongi loves us in a ponytail. I screamed. He is so down bad that it’s almost pathetic. Almost.

Final housekeeping note—if you want more context on the worldbuilding and backstory, I highly recommend you read Before Time Stops, which is a drabble I wrote that gives a tiny peek into Yoongi’s state before Noma came back on her 17th reset. It’s not required reading or anything (because I am merciful), but if you’re gnawing at the bars of your enclosure wondering wtf is going on, it might give you some clarity. (But if you like using your brain and connecting dots yourself, then do not read that. You do you.)

Anyway, enjoy Chapter 6!!! Mwah mwah.

— read on

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Agent Min's fork clatters against his tray with such precision that your temporal readings automatically register the sound at 72.3 decibels. 

Too loud for the simple act of dropping cutlery.

His eyes unfocus for exactly 1.8 seconds—pupils dilating by 23%, respiration decreasing by 3 breaths per minute. It's the kind of minute physical shift that shouldn't register to your analytical mind, yet it does. With alarming clarity.

"Timeline shift," he murmurs, voice lowered to 38 decibels. The quietest you've heard from him.

Namjoon's vitals spike instantly—pulse accelerating by 7 beats per minute, pupils contracting 15%. His fingers stop mid-motion, suspended over his neglected broccoli. 

"Right now?"

"Right now." Agent Min confirms, jaw tightening by precisely 4 degrees.

You blink once. Twice. Then repeatedly, your eyes struggling to process what your ears have just registered. A curious physiological response to cognitive dissonance. 

Timeline shift. As if time itself could simply... change tracks. Like a train switching rails.

The term shouldn't mean anything to you. Yet your body reacts with a 12% increase in adrenaline, your fingertips suddenly cold despite the room's regulated 22.7°C temperature.

You've heard them use these terms before—resets, shifts, timelines—always spoken in fragments, always without explanation. The rational part of your brain insists you should be panicking. You should be demanding answers, threatening legal action, retreating to the comforting certainty of your apartment.

Yet here you sit. 

Calculating. 

Observing. 

The strangest part isn't their cryptic terminology—it's your inexplicable calm. Your willingness to remain in this underground facility with people who speak of impossible things as casually as discussing the weather.

Why?

The question loops through your mind at 3-second intervals. 

Why aren't you running? Why does this place—with its non-regulation blue walls and golden traces—feel more like home than the apartment CHRONOS assigned you?

Agent Min stands abruptly, his movement carrying too much precision for genuine spontaneity. His back straightens to an exact 87-degree angle as he nods toward Namjoon. 

"Conference room."

Namjoon rises fluidly in response, abandoning his meal without hesitation. Their synchronized movement triggers something in your temporal cognition.

"Where are you going?" The question leaves your lips before you can filter it.

Agent Min doesn't even look at you. "To the toilet."

Your eyes narrow, calculating the probability of his statement being accurate: 0.02%. The sarcasm is deliberate—a diversionary tactic to discourage further inquiry. 

Interesting. 

And irritating.

"I'm going with you." You stand, body already moving before your mind has finished formulating the decision to follow.

Agent Min whips around so quickly that the air displacement creates a 0.3-second vacuum of sound. His eyes fix on you with laser precision. 

“No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." 

Agent Min's jaw tenses with such force that you can practically calculate the newtons of pressure being applied to his molars. He takes exactly 1.7 steps toward you, his body coiling with the kind of restrained energy that suggests imminent verbal confrontation. The temperature between you seems to drop by 2.3 degrees.

"A-735, your clearance is—"

Namjoon raises his hand, the gesture cutting through Agent Min's trajectory. 

“Yoongi." 

Just his name, but loaded with meaning.

Agent Min's posture shifts minutely—shoulders dropping 0.4 centimeters, breath holding for exactly 2.6 seconds. 

"She's not ready." 

"You know she'll do more good than bad," Namjoon counters, voice steady but firm. His eyes flick between you and Agent Min, measuring something invisible. "Her temporal analysis skills were crucial last time. We need that perspective."

Last time? 

Your brain automatically starts calculating possible interpretations.

"Last time ended with her being reset," Agent Min hisses, voice dropping to 41 decibels—just low enough that he thinks you can't hear. But your auditory processing has been unusually heightened since waking up in this facility.

"She always remembers eventually," Namjoon argues. "You can't keep protecting her from her own abilities."

"I'm not protecting her from her abilities." Agent Min's voice carries an edge. "I'm protecting her from..." He stops abruptly, his gaze flickering toward you for exactly 0.7 seconds before returning to Namjoon. "From unnecessary temporal exposure."

Your eyebrows raise by precisely 0.3 centimeters.

 The pause in his statement is statistically significant—a data gap your mind immediately attempts to fill. 

Protecting you from what? The question hangs in your cognitive processing, weighted with importance you can't yet quantify.

"She deserves to know what's happening," Namjoon pushes gently. "Especially if the timeline is shifting. You know how this affects her signature."

Agent Min's gloved hand twitches—an aborted movement toward you that's quickly redirected to his side. The restraint in the gesture is almost painful to observe. 

"Fine," he finally concedes, jaw still tight. "But if her temporal signature starts destabilizing—"

"Then you'll do what you always do," Namjoon finishes with a slight smile that carries too much knowledge for comfort. "Stabilize it."

Agent Min doesn't respond verbally, but his pupils contract by 17%—a physiological reaction that suggests heightened alertness or possibly discomfort.

"I appreciate being included in decisions about my involvement," you interject, your tone dry enough to decrease local humidity by 3%. "My temporal signature is perfectly stable, Agent Min."

Your Chrono-Sync Watch beeps softly, disrupting your statement with perfect irony. The display flashes briefly: Temporal variance detected. 0.7% deviation.

Agent Min's eyes flick to your wrist, then back to your face. His expression doesn't change, but something flickers in his gaze—something that looks disturbingly like vindication.

"You were saying?" he asks, voice flat.

Your jaw tightens by exactly 2.3 degrees. "Statistical anomaly. My baseline readings have been consistently within acceptable parameters."

"Your baseline shifted the moment you woke up in the 25th hour," he counters. "Which means your perception of 'acceptable parameters' is fundamentally flawed."

The technical precision of his argument catches you off-guard. It's the longest string of words he's directed at you without looking away or creating additional distance between you.

It's also frustratingly sound logic.

"Then perhaps," you say, keeping your voice measured despite the 4.2% increase in your heart rate, "I should be present for discussions about timeline shifts. Since they apparently affect my temporal signature."

Agent Min opens his mouth, likely to argue further, but Namjoon cuts him off with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"She's right, Yoongi. And you know it."

Something passes between them—a wordless exchange loaded with history you can't access. Agent Min's shoulders drop another 0.2 centimeters, his expression shifting from resistance to something more complex.

"Conference room," he finally concedes, his voice carrying a flatness that doesn't quite mask the tension beneath. "Five minutes. And if you start bleeding again—" He stops abruptly, jaw working around words he seems reluctant to release.

"Then what, Agent Min?" you press, curiosity overriding caution.

His eyes meet yours directly, and for a fraction of a second, you swear they flash gold.

"Then you head out."

With that statement, he turns and strides from the room, his gait perfectly measured—each step exactly 0.76 meters in length. 

Too precise to be natural. Too familiar to be coincidence.

Namjoon sighs, shaking his head slightly as his gaze follows Agent Min's retreating form. Then he turns to you, expression softening.

"Don't take it personally," he says, tone gentle. "He's been through this more times than you can imagine."

"Through what?" you ask, frustration edging into your voice. "No one will explain anything. Timeline shifts? Resets? You all talk about me like you know me, yet I just arrived yesterday."

Namjoon's expression shifts, his eyes studying you. "Didn't you?"

The question sits between you, weighted. You want to say yes, but your mouth doesn’t open. Your temporal cognition tries to catalog the possible implications, but the variables are too numerous.

Too contradictory.

"Five minutes," Namjoon reminds you softly. "Don't be late. Yoongi counts seconds when he's anxious."

He doesn't wait for your response, simply follows Agent Min's path out of the cafeteria. 

You stand still for exactly 7.3 seconds, processing.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 12:47:08 PM.

For the first time since arriving at this facility, you consciously choose not to check it again after exactly 7 minutes.

Instead, you follow them.

"Why is she here?"

Jimin's voice slices through the conference room like a poorly calibrated temporal blade, pink hair practically vibrating with indignation as he points at you. 

The casual dismissal in his tone would be offensive if it weren't so mathematically consistent with his previous behavior pattern—83% of his direct communications with you have contained similar disdain.

The conference room is at capacity—seven people including yourself arranged around a table designed for six. 

The spatial inefficiency bothers you more than it should.

Seokjin looks up from what appears to be a modified temporal monitoring device, his eyes narrowing at Jimin. 

"Shut up, Jimin. You know we need her analytical capacity."

"That's what you always say," Jimin retorts, leaning back in his chair with exaggerated nonchalance. "Yet she's the one who always—"

"Enough!"

Agent Min's palms slam against the table with 47 newtons of force—excessive by 32% for standard emphasis. The sound reverberates at 81 decibels. His breathing pattern shifts to a 4-count inhale, 6-count exhale—a technique you recognize from temporal stabilization training.

Jimin scoffs, the sound deliberately theatrical. Seokjin sighs, focusing back on his device with pointed concentration.

Your attention shifts to Taehyung and Jungkook in the corner. They're not speaking, yet their microexpressions synchronize with suspicious precision—pupils dilating at identical intervals, breathing patterns matching within 0.2 seconds. 

The probability of such coordination occurring naturally: 0.07%.

Jungkook suddenly snickers, the sound disrupting the tension.

Jimin whips around, glaring at him. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Jungkook replies with a lazy smile that contradicts his statement by approximately 85%. "Just telling Taehyung that if you keep getting that worked up, your face is gonna match your hair real quick."

Taehyung groans, hitting Jungkook's shoulder with exactly 12.3 newtons of force—enough to communicate disapproval without causing actual discomfort. Then his eyes shift to you, then to Agent Min, then back to you. 

The sequence takes 1.4 seconds to complete.

"Sorry," he says simply, though you're not entirely sure who he's apologizing to or for what specific infraction.

Namjoon sighs with such volume that it borders on exaggerated. He adjusts the holographic display projecting from the center of the table, his movements betraying a familiarity with the technology that contradicts standard temporal monitoring training.

"Well," he says, drawing out the word to 1.7 times its normal duration, "here's the information we've gathered on the timeline shift."

Data streams materialize above the table—complex temporal frequencies and ripple patterns that shouldn't exist according to standard CHRONOS physics. 

Your eyes automatically begin tracking the inconsistencies, mind calculating variables and constants before you consciously decide to analyze.

"CHRONOS initiated a Class 3 reality adjustment at 12:42 PM," Namjoon explains, manipulating the display to highlight a particular frequency pattern. "Minimal but significant alterations to the base timeline."

Agent Min leans forward, his focus sharpening on the data. "Differences?"

"I was getting to that," Namjoon replies, his tone betraying mild irritation despite his neutral expression. "CHRONOS has implemented three key modifications to the current timeline."

He expands a section of the display, revealing what appears to be geographic alterations to Boston's layout.

"First, they've restructured Sector 4's central monitoring hub—moved it three blocks east and increased security protocols by approximately 27%."

You stare at the display, knowing with perfect certainty that the monitoring hub has always been in its original location. 

Yet according to this data, CHRONOS has simply... changed reality. 

Rewritten it.

Every standard citizen in Boston would now remember the hub always being at its new location, with no awareness of the alteration.

But not you. 

Not any Outlier.

And that's precisely the problem.

"Second," Namjoon continues, "they've altered the temporal compliance check schedule. The citywide sweep that normally occurs at 19:00 hours has been rescheduled to random intervals."

Seokjin looks up, expression colored with concern. "That's a deliberate countermeasure. They're trying to catch Outliers off-guard."

"And third," Namjoon concludes, his voice dropping slightly, "they've implemented new chrono-dampeners at all major transit points. Anyone with temporal variance above 0.3% will trigger automatic detainment protocols."

The room goes silent for 3.4 seconds. Even Jimin's perpetual attitude seems temporarily subdued.

"That's..." Seokjin starts.

"Deliberate," Agent Min finishes, jaw tensing visibly. "They're hunting."

The implication settles over the room like a weighted blanket. They're hunting Outliers—people like you, whose memories don't align with CHRONOS' rewritten reality. People whose very existence creates temporal friction.

"The problem," Namjoon continues, "is that we can't accurately assess all the changes from within our temporal blind spot. The dampening field that protects us also limits our ability to detect subtler reality adjustments."

Hoseok, who has been uncharacteristically quiet until now, suddenly perks up. "Field trip?"

The eager tone contradicts the apparent gravity of the situation by approximately 76%. 

Your confusion must show on your face, because Namjoon gives you a quick, apologetic glance.

"We need to go out into the city," he explains. "Physically observe the changes to understand exactly what we're dealing with. If we don't, we risk walking into CHRONOS' traps without even knowing they exist."

"Timeline dissonance," you say, the term surfacing to your mind. "Deliberate reality manipulation designed to create cognitive inconsistencies in those who maintain previous timeline memories."

"Mandela Effect on steroids," Seokjin supplies helpfully. "When CHRONOS rewrites reality, they're counting on the fact that we'll remember the previous timeline. It makes us easy to identify."

That... shouldn't be possible. Reality alterations of that magnitude would require energy equivalent to—

Your nose starts bleeding. Again.

Agent Min's movement is too fast to track properly—one moment he's across the table, the next he's beside you, black handkerchief already extended. 

His proximity causes your temporal readings to stabilize by 0.42%, a correlation your analytical mind files away for later examination.

"Thinking too hard again," he mutters, though there's something in his tone that doesn't quite match the criticism of his words.

"I've barely begun analyzing the quantum implications," you counter, accepting the handkerchief with what you hope is clinical detachment despite the inexplicable 8% increase in your heart rate.

His lips press together, a muscle in his jaw twitching exactly once. "That's the problem."

"Sooo," Hoseok interrupts, dragging the word out with deliberate enthusiasm, "can I go with Y/N? I really want to see her super—" he catches himself, glancing at Agent Min's suddenly rigid posture, "—her temporal analysis skills in action again."

Jimin stubs his toe against the table leg, the impact producing 34.7 newtons of force judging by his wince. "They're not superpowers. We're not cartoon characters."

"Says the guy who can see thirty seconds into the future," Hoseok retorts with a teasing grin.

Future prediction? 

Your mind automatically starts calculating the theoretical energy requirements for chronological precognition.

"Can't even call it that," Jimin mutters, throwing Hoseok a look that's both annoyed and affectionate. "More like probability fragments. Completely useless beyond half a minute."

Agent Min's glare at Jimin intensifies by approximately 47%, freezing the whole room in milliseconds. The reaction seems disproportionate to Jimin's statement until you feel another warm trickle from your nose.

Another nosebleed threatens at this new information. 

Agent Min shifts 2.3 centimeters closer to you, gloved hand hovering near your elbow without making contact. 

"We'll need three teams," Namjoon says, drawing everyone's attention back to the mission. "One for the monitoring hub, one for transit point verification, and one for civilian interaction assessment."

Your mind is already categorizing likely team compositions based on the abilities you've identified so far:

Namjoon: Temporal analysis

Agent Min: Restoration

Taehyung: Interface capability

Jungkook: Ability mimicry

Jimin: Short-range future prediction

Hoseok and Seokjin remain unknown variables, though you suspect their abilities must complement the others in some way.

Agent Min straightens, posture reflecting the precise stance of someone about to issue orders. "Taehyung, Jungkook—monitoring hub. Your interface capabilities will get you past security."

The pair nod in unison, their timing synchronized to within 0.11 seconds.

"Namjoon, Seokjin—transit points. Your abilities are ideal for detecting the new chrono-dampeners without triggering them." He pauses. Then. “Hoseok, Jimin—civilian assessment. Your network connections and—"

"Hold on," Jimin interrupts, his expression switching from boredom to alarm in 0.73 seconds. "You're pairing me with him for civilian interaction?" A slow smirk spreads across his face as he casts a sidelong glance at Hoseok. "You sure about that? Last time we were paired, we didn't exactly get much... reconnaissance done."

The implication in his tone is impossible to miss, especially when Hoseok responds with a matching grin.

"True," Hoseok says, leaning into Jimin's personal space. "That empty supply closet on Level 3 still has the broken shelf to prove it."

Agent Min exhales sharply through his nose. "If you two can manage to keep your hands off each other for longer than fifteen minutes, we might actually accomplish something."

"Fourteen minutes is my record," Jimin replies with a shameless grin.

"Thirteen," Hoseok corrects, knocking his shoulder against Jimin's. "I timed it."

Agent Min ignores them both, his focus shifting to you. 

"A-735 comes with me."

The statement produces statistically significant reactions across the room:

Jimin's eyebrows rise 0.4 centimeters

Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a 0.8-second glance

Hoseok's smile widens by approximately 15%

Taehyung and Jungkook maintain neutral expressions but their pupils dilate by 12%

"I thought you were maintaining professional distance," Jimin says then.

Agent Min's jaw tightens, the tension visible in his masseter muscle. "Her temporal signature is unstable. I'm the only one who can stabilize it if she encounters chronological anomalies in the field."

"Sure," Jimin drawls, drawing out the word to 1.8 times its standard duration. "It's purely professional concern."

"Field deployment in 30 minutes," Agent Min announces, ignoring Jimin completely. "Standard gear, modified watches, minimal temporal signatures."

The meeting disperses with suspicious efficiency, team members filing out easily. 

Agent Min remains beside you, his presence creating a localized reduction in ambient temporal static by approximately 18%.

"Your temporal dampening effect," you start, unable to resist the scientific inquiry any longer. "The probability of it occurring naturally is—"

"Nothing about this is natural," he cuts you off, voice low enough that only you can hear. His eyes meet yours with unexpected directness. "Be ready in 20 minutes. And wear the full tactical gear."

"The statistical likelihood of encountering a situation requiring—"

"It's not for protection from external threats."

The statement hangs between you, weighted with implications your analytical mind struggles to process.

"Then what is it for?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

His gaze flickers briefly to your gloved hands before returning to your face.

“Protection from me."

Before you can begin to calculate the meaning behind that statement, he turns and walks away, each step measured to exactly 0.76 meters. Too precise. Too practiced.

Too familiar.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 13:17:42 PM.

In 20 minutes, you'll be leaving the temporal blind spot with the one person everyone seems to think you should avoid.

He materializes outside your door like a fixed point in spacetime.

Agent Min stands there—not waiting, not loitering—just existing with an unsettling permanence, as if this specific position 72.4 centimeters from your doorframe is his designated coordinate in this reality. His posture is too precise, shoulders squared at exactly 92 degrees, weight distributed with mathematical perfection across both feet.

Your door swings open, and his eyes find yours with a precision that defies probability—like he calculated the exact microsecond your gaze would emerge. 

The contact holds for 2.3 seconds before his attention deliberately shifts away, the movement carrying too much control to be casual.

Your pulse accelerates by 8.7 beats per minute.

Statistically significant. Medically inexplicable.

Time: 13:42:17 PM. Temperature: 21.4°C. Probability of this encounter being coincidental: 0.03%.

The ponytail still pulls your hair back from your face—a practical choice for field operations that his eyes tracked for precisely 0.4 seconds. Something in his microexpressions shifted upon seeing it—pupil dilation increasing by 12%, the corner of his mouth twitching upward by 0.2 millimeters before flattening again.

He likes it. The knowledge surfaces without analytical foundation, yet carries 98.7% certainty.

Agent Min turns without verbal acknowledgment, his stride measured at precisely 0.76 meters per step. You follow, automatically adjusting your gait to match his. Not behind him as protocol would dictate for a subordinate, but alongside—matching him step for step, establishing positional equality despite having no conscious intention to do so.

A sound escapes him—too controlled to be natural, too soft to be conscious. The acoustic analysis places it somewhere between amusement and resignation.

You raise an eyebrow, analytical mind already calculating the probable causes for such an incongruous response. "What?"

"You always do this," he says, the words carrying a weight disproportionate to their syllabic structure.

"Do what?" Your tone maintains professional detachment despite the 3.2% increase in your skin temperature.

His eyes remain fixed forward, avoiding yours. "Walk beside me. Not behind."

The observation is objectively accurate but contextually perplexing. 

Standard CHRONOS protocol dictates hierarchical positioning during transit—superiors lead, subordinates follow. 

Your current alignment violates regulation 12.4 regarding proper procedural formations.

You don't correct your position.

"Is there a tactical advantage to maintaining traditional hierarchical spacing within an organization that explicitly opposes CHRONOS protocols?" The question emerges with more edge than intended, attempting to mask the uncomfortable awareness that your body has made this choice without conscious direction.

His lips quirk at exactly one corner, the asymmetry statistically inconsistent with standard microexpressions. "No."

"Then the positioning is irrelevant." Your pace synchronizes with his to within 0.03 seconds—a coordination that should require conscious effort but somehow doesn't.

"Not irrelevant," he corrects, his voice dropping 0.4 octaves. "Telling."

You catalog the statement for future analysis. "Telling of what?"

He doesn't answer, but his stride adjusts by 0.2 centimeters—not enough for conscious detection, yet your body automatically recalibrates to maintain perfect alignment.

The silence stretches precisely 17.4 seconds before he speaks again.

"Most people tend to walk behind me." His tone shifts subtly, the change barely registering at 0.2 decibels lower. "Create distance. Establish hierarchy."

Your eyes track his profile, noting the rhythm of his breathing. "And this bothers you?"

"No." The denial comes too quickly—0.47 seconds faster than his average response time. A statistically significant aberration. "It's protocol."

"Which we've established has no practical application in a resistance organization."

"What I find..." he pauses for exactly 1.3 seconds, "interesting is that you've never followed it. Not once. Not in any—"

He stops abruptly, both verbally and physically. The sudden halt creates a minor temporal distortion—a 0.3-second lag in ambient chronological flow that you automatically register.

"In any what?" you prompt, cataloging the uncharacteristic break in his speech pattern.

"In any situation," he finishes, the correction carrying a 73% probability of being a substitution for his original intended statement.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 13:47:23 PM, the seconds counting with suspicious regularity despite the microscopic temporal fluctuations you can feel emanating from his proximity.

"Perhaps I assess operational efficiency over hierarchical formality," you suggest, attempting to apply logical reasoning to behavior that feels increasingly pre-programmed.

He makes that sound again—the one that isn't quite amusement but contains traces of it, like fossil remains of an emotion long extinct.

"Or perhaps," he says, voice lowered to precisely 42 decibels, "some patterns transcend memory."

The statement triggers a 0.4-second arrhythmia in your heart rate—a physiological response that correlates to no known medical condition. Your brain struggles to process the implications while your body seems to understand perfectly.

His pace resumes at exactly 0.76 meters per step.

You match it without conscious thought.

He doesn't comment further, but the space between you carries a charge measurable at approximately 0.06 millivolts per cubic centimeter—enough to raise the fine hairs on your arm beneath your tactical gear.

"Where exactly are we going?" you ask, redirecting to quantifiable data.

"Sector 4," he replies, all trace of that almost-emotion now absent from his voice. "The relocated monitoring hub."

The information raises several questions: "How is civilian compliance maintained during reality restructuring? The cognitive dissonance alone would trigger mass—"

"They don't notice." His voice cuts with precision. "For them, the hub has always been there. Their memories adjust automatically."

"I know that much. But how? The energetic requirements for mass memory manipulation would exceed—"

"Don't." He warns. "Your nose is already threatening to bleed again."

You touch your septum reflexively, finding it dry. When you glance at him questioningly, his focus remains deliberately forward.

"It would have started in approximately 12 seconds," he states, as if calculating the exact moment your temporal resistance would trigger physical symptoms. "Thinking too deeply about CHRONOS' mechanisms accelerates the process."

"How do you know that?" The query emerges softer than intended.

His stride never breaks rhythm. "Experience."

One word. 

Four syllables.

Somehow containing multitudes.

You want to press further, to dissect the precise meaning behind his claim, but your attention shifts to your surroundings as you approach the deployment bay—team members checking equipment, reviewing objectives, preparing for extraction.

Agent Min's pace finally slows as you reach a console near the bay doors. He inputs a sequence too rapidly for you to track, though your fingers twitch as if they know the pattern.

"My watch is modified," you state rather than ask, eyes fixed on the device encircling your wrist. 

The design appears identical to your standard-issue Chrono-Sync, but the readings flicker with patterns that contradict CHRONOS protocols.

Agent Min hums in acknowledgment, sound vibrating at exactly 147 Hz. "What did you think Namjoon meant when he shouted 'stabilized' across the lab yesterday?"

The memory surfaces with clarity—Jin's interrogation, Namjoon's interruption, the moment your temporal readings suddenly aligned despite no obvious intervention.

"But he never touched my watch," you counter, examining the device more carefully. "How would he modify it without physical access?"

"We already had your calibration data," Agent Min explains, his tone shifting into what you recognize as lecture mode—precise, controlled, 0.3 octaves lower than his standard register. "Your temporal signature has specific frequencies, like a fingerprint. Namjoon analyzed those patterns and transmitted the modifications wirelessly when you entered our dampening field."

You run your finger over the watch's display, noting the subtle differences in the readout interface. "That would require quantum-level transmission capabilities. The technological limitations alone would—"

"You're thinking too conventionally again." There's a hint of something almost like fondness in his tone. "CHRONOS technology isn't the pinnacle of temporal science. It's deliberately limited to maintain control."

The implication triggers several cognitive pathways simultaneously. 

If CHRONOS has been restricting technological development, then your entire understanding of temporal physics could be fundamentally flawed…

"So this watch..." you begin, carefully selecting terminology to avoid another nosebleed.

"Is calibrated to resistance frequencies instead of CHRONOS ones," he finishes. "It helps your body recognize its natural temporal pattern rather than forcing compliance with CHRONOS’ one."

You check the device—still showing 13:52:17 PM, though something about the secondary readings catches your attention. 

The temporal variance indicator flashes briefly: 0.88%.

"It's..." you pause, recalibrating your response based on the unexpected reading. "The variance is higher than standard parameters."

Agent Min finally turns to face you fully, his eyes tracing your expression with unsettling precision. "That's normal when we're preparing to exit the blind spot. The temporal dampening field here stabilizes your signature artificially. Outside, it'll start fluctuating."

"By increasing variance? Shouldn't the watch compensate for that?" The inconsistency troubles your analytical mind.

"The watch helps, but it's not enough on its own." His focus shifts to your wrist, where the modified Chrono-Sync device continues to flash its warning. "Think of it like this: your body is trying to operate on your natural frequency, but CHRONOS has been forcing it to run at a different one for years. The watch can guide you toward the right pattern, but the transition creates instability."

The explanation, while simplified, aligns with quantum resonance theory. 

"So outside the blind spot..." you start, forming the hypothesis.

"You'll need additional stabilization until your signature fully integrates with the resistance calibration," he confirms. "Like training wheels on a bicycle."

Your eyebrow raises at the antiquated analogy. "And you're the training wheels in this scenario?"

Something that might almost be a smile touches his lips for 0.3 seconds before vanishing. "My temporal signature naturally counterbalances the instability in yours. Proximity helps smooth the transition."

"Why you specifically?" 

He purses his lips. "Temporal physics."

The explanation is statistically insufficient, containing 97.3% less detail than would be expected from someone with his apparent knowledge base.

"That's not an answer."

"It's all you're getting for now." His tone sharpens by 0.7 decibels. "Unless you want another nosebleed before we even leave the facility."

Your analytical mind begins calculating potential correlations between his evasiveness and your temporal stabilization, but the mere formation of the hypothesis triggers a familiar pressure behind your nasal septum.

Your nose starts bleeding.

Agent Min doesn't look surprised. His hand extends with the now-familiar black handkerchief.

"What did I just say about thinking too deeply?" It’s an attempt at annoyance, but you can detect a warmth that registers at approximately 0.3 degrees above neutral.

"Temporal analysis is literally my job," you reply, accepting the handkerchief.

"Was," he corrects. His gloved hand adjusts a setting on your modified watch without asking permission, his fingers moving with such familiarity that the intrusion hardly registers as one. "Now your job is to stay alive long enough to remember why you're really here."

The cryptic statement deserves further interrogation, but your attention is diverted by the arrival of the other teams. 

Jimin and Hoseok enter with suspicious dishevelment, Jimin's hair slightly mussed at precisely the angle that suggests recent contact. Hoseok's grin carries approximately 22% more satisfaction than mission preparation would typically warrant.

Namjoon and Seokjin arrive with more professional demeanor, though you note the way Seokjin's eyes immediately scan for you and Agent Min, cataloging your proximity to each other with too much interest to be casual.

Taehyung and Jungkook materialize last, synchronized movements carrying that unnerving precision that corroborate interfacing capabilities beyond standard human parameters.

"Everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, though his eyes linger specifically on you.

Agent Min answers before you can. "As ready as possible given the circumstances."

Namjoon nods, understanding some subtext that eludes your analysis. "Remember, minimal interaction with standard temporal structures. We observe, we analyze, we return. No engagement with CHRONOS elements unless absolutely necessary."

The instruction seems directed at everyone but carries special weight when his gaze returns to you.

Your Chrono-Sync Watch reads 13:58:43 PM.

In 1 minute and 17 seconds, you'll be leaving the only safe place you've known since waking up in the 25th hour.

Agent Min shifts 2.3 centimeters closer to you—not enough for contact, but enough that your temporal readings stabilize by 0.12%.

"Stay close," he says, voice calibrated to exactly 44 decibels. "Your body knows what to do, even if your mind doesn't."

The statement should be nonsensical. Paradoxical. Impossible to quantify with any scientific rigor.

Yet as the bay doors begin to open, exposing the tunnel that leads back to standard temporal flow, you find yourself already adjusting your position to maintain precisely 47 centimeters of distance from him.

Close enough for temporal stabilization. Far enough to avoid Protocol 47.3 violations. Perfect synchronicity without conscious calculation.

Your body does know. 

The question is: how?

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Alright I finally have time for this

Zaunite!Mel AU - Myth of Chaos

Main points to get em out of the way

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Complaint, Non Canon Complaint Personalities(probably, I'll try my best to keep em somewhat canon but no promises), Slowburn(with viktor and jayce), Morally Gray Mel, Rewrite

Mel discovers her powers before she is sent away.

Everyone else besides Mel and Elora stay where they are. Viktor is still in Piltover working on hextech, Vi is still in prison. Before their paths meet with Mel, the timeline is mostly the same.

In this AU, Cassandra Kiramman is the one who 'sponsors' hextech.

Ships: Melvik, Meljayvik later on(circle of love, people!).

Past Melora with Zaunite!Elora too but she dies early on. Will expand on this later on(this is not a spoiler, main timeline starts way after Elora dies. Elora will be mentioned time to time alongside flashbacks.)

I do not explicitly hate any characters, so if you're lookin for bashing, you will not find it here. Same goes for if you're looking to bash any character with me.

Things may change! I change things quite a lot when I get more ideas, or start writing.

Now for the basics(under the cut)

Instead of being sent to Piltover, Mel gets stripped of her status and resources, and gets sent to Zaun.

Mel is a disgraced Noxian noble, cast out by Ambessa for reasons that are both personal and political. Her mother’s message is clear: if she can’t survive in the undercity, she’s not worthy of the Medarda name.

Mel arrives with nothing but her wits, her ambition, and the faint traces of magic she’s inherited—a golden, shimmering energy that seems to pulse with raw power. In Zaun, she takes the name Chaos, shedding her previous identity to survive in a world where weakness is exploited and strength is everything. She quickly learns that Zaun operates on a different set of rules than Noxus and Piltover.

So, she ends up aligning with Silco. Not because she’s loyal to him, but because he’s the biggest power in Zaun, and she knows she needs his resources to survive. Silco, of course, sees her as a asset. She’s smart, she’s strategic, and she’s got this mysterious magic that he can use to scare people. He starts spreading rumors about her, calling her Chaos, and suddenly she’s this legendary figure in the undercity.

Mel’s got her own agenda though. She’s sneaking out at night, helping Zaunites who are struggling—leaving food, medicine, sabotaging Piltover stuff that’s hurting the undercity. It’s like she’s playing both sides: she’s this feared enforcer for Silco, but she’s also got this secret soft spot for the people of Zaun.

Mel meets Elora on her 'missons.' Elora is injured, caught in the crossfire between enforcers and Zaunite rebels. Mel saves her with her magic, and helps patch her up. Elora is different from most Zaunites. She’s softer, more optimistic, and hasn’t been fully hardened by the undercity’s harsh realities. She works as a caretaker, tending to the sick and injured in the Lanes, and she genuinely believes that Zaun can be a better place. Mel is the opposite- calculated, survival-driven- but she likes Elora anyway, more for being the comfort she needs. It doesn't take them form a relationship, as much as they can while Mel hides Elora from Silco. She doesn't want Elora anywhere near her life as Silco's advisor. Elora dies because of a robbery gone wrong. Mel finds her on the ground of her clinic with a knife through her chest the next time she visits.

Then there’s Jinx. Their dynamic is messy. Mel sees Jinx as this chaotic, destructive force, but she also sees potential in her. Mel tries to mold Jinx into a more controlled version of herself, believing that chaos without direction is wasted energy. But Jinx? She hates it. They’re constantly butting heads, but over time, Mel starts to realize she can’t change Jinx. She stops trying so hard, but she still tries to rein her in just a bit.

Sevika(no this is not a melvika arc, i dont ship em sorry. i literally ship sevika with mel's mom- so-) When Mel first joins Silco’s inner circle, Sevika’s immediately suspicious of her. Sevika’s been Silco’s right hand for years, and she doesn’t trust some outsider waltzing in with her fancy magic and big ambitions. Mel, on the other hand, sees Sevika as a blunt instrument—useful, but not exactly subtle. Their first interactions are frosty, to say the least. Over time, though, they start to grudgingly respect each other. Sevika sees that Mel’s not just talk—she’s willing to get her hands dirty and fight for what she wants. And Mel starts to appreciate Sevika’s loyalty and sheer toughness. They’re never going to be best friends, but they develop a sort of understanding. They’re both survivors, and they both know what it’s like to claw their way up from nothing.

At some point, Mel runs into Ekko fighting against Enforcers and, against her better judgement, helps him out. She knows she shouldn't, he's a firelight after all, But Ekko’s his belief in a better future for Zaun starts to mess with her head. She’s spent so long just trying to survive, playing these power games, that she’s forgotten what it’s like to fight for something bigger than herself.

This whole thing makes her start questioning her loyalty to Silco. Like, is she really just here to climb the ladder, or does she actually care about Zaun and its people? It’s a turning point for her. She starts to imagine a different path, one where she’s not just Silco’s enforcer or her mother’s pawn, but someone who can actually make a difference.

Andddd what I got for now. I still need to work on how Piltover is different and expand more/work on on relationships, characters and their developments, and probably a bunch of other stuff I can't think of right now. Again, this is just the basics and it is extremely messy. If anyone has any questions or ideas do lemme know!

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[romana-after-dark]

Rooms on Fire: Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist : MainTaglist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

Extra warnings for chapter: Anal, oral, love bombing, control

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

A/N: Every chapter will be named after a song from the spotify playlist. Dont forget to commen fitting songs!!

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NEW OC: Faceclaim, Dev Patel

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There's people running 'round loose in the world Ain't got nothing better to do Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid You need someone looking after you~ Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around, Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks

You were the wife of deities. You were blessed, honored. Holy mother. The Madonna, and inside your womb the savior would grow. All four of them were Gods of different patronage, each with their own abilities and passions.

Francisco was the god of nature. He was the god of all that grew in the earth, the soil. the flowers. He was clairvoyant, but also had a gift of growth. Life. His prayers over you would solidify implantation after conception, keep you and your baby safe.

Benjamin was the sun god, god of celebration, and celebrate he did. Ben’s mood often controlled the weather. Most of the time, regular weather patterns took place, Benjamin’s emotions could change them, and he was prone to big emotions. That’s why him and Francisco worked so closely together. Weather and nature, working to keep the crops growing and the people safe.

William was all about duality, you were taught in catechism. God of war, God of medicine. He had the gift of healing, but also impeccable military prowess. This made for a powerful ally and feared enemy. William headed the military and security, but also watched over the medical care. 

And Pope, Divine Mothers only child. Pope had the gift of discernment and prophesy. He was incredibly intelligent, and with that came respect. He was not just born into this position, but born for it. God of family, god of passion. You felt that passion so clearly every time his eyes bore into you. He could no more hide it than he could his own beauty.

So why, with all this power surrounding you, did you feel so scared?

Everything just feels so confusing right now. You feel as if you can’t get your head on straight, like everything is whirling. You're married. You might be pregnant. Why was everything so… hard. When Pope waved your bloodied sheet around, he was soon joined by a whooping Ben who took part in the celebrations and dragged Francisco out with him. It was just you and Will.

Naked and shivering, suddenly cold on the cool tile of the altar without the heat of passion to warm you

“Just one minute, I’ll get you dressed once I’m done.” He says quietly, kneeling before you with a wet wipe, gently dapping at your swollen folds. “Damn, really did a number on yuh, huh?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.

“Well, I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” Leaning over, he presses a kiss to the top of your puffy parts and gets up, helping you down with a hand. He slides the dress back over you. William was gentle as he caressed your cheek. “You did so good for us, princess.” His hand moved to your belly. “You’re a good girl, and soon you’ll be full with our baby, I just know it.”

You stand there in shock, unable to exactly form a reaction. The lights were too bright, it was too warm. There were too many flowers and incense and candles and oils… to much. You shut down and Will finishes dressing you: shoes, flower crown minus the ropes of vine. He stuffs your underwear in his pocket with a smile. “My little dividend.”

Jonah was outside the room, laying down on a bench with his cowboy hat pulled over his face.

“Wake up, old man” Will spoke with a bite you weren’t used to.

He mumbled under the hat. “I’m awake, damn. Just resting.”

William nudged you towards where he was standing. “Watch her for the rest of the cocktail hour, then bring her in for the entrance.”

Jonah frowned. “She ain’t going to the cocktail hour with you?”

“What’s the point? She can’t drink. She might be pregnant.”

“It’s her wedding.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’ll have the wedding shit, this is more of a… stag party. Bachelor party sort of thing.”

You didn't know what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Whatever. I’ll watch her.”

“Yeah. You will.” Williams harsh glare softened as he turned to you, holding your face with both hands. “I’ll see you in an hour, my beautiful bride.”

When he left, Jonah mumbled something and began walking you down the long hall. The place was huge, absolutely massive. The worship chapple and sanctuary were attached to the house, originally built as a pool house but refurbished with the establishment of Delta. Divine Mother wanted her home attached to the sanctuary so she could go whenever she wanted, no matter the weather, so a hall was built on. In addition to the several bedrooms, living rooms and so on, there was a ballroom. This is where you would go after. For now, it seemed, you weren’t needed…

You wanted to go still. You were their wife, you wanted to meet the other members of Delta, you wanted to dance, to laugh, to smile with them… but the day's events left you tired, left you hurting, left you… confused. Why had they all left you so fast, save for Will?

“You alright, honey?” Jonah’s voice barely registers in your ear.

You don’t have it in you to answer, simply staring straight ahead as your breathing picks up speed.

“Hey, darl’n, hey.” He stops outside the kitchen. “What’s go’n on, you hurt?”

How do you even explain it, the panic rising up in you, the fear. Why were you scared? You were married to the gods, there was no safer position to be in. You were safe, protected… so why did you feel so on edge? Why was your head hurting, your heart racing, and why did you feel so used?

You stopped breathing before you realized it.

“Hey!” Jonah shook you, but your eyes felt glassy and unfocused. He pulled you through the swinging kitchen doors.

“Dad, what-” You hear Iris say and vaguely register a third person in the room. Iris stops what she’s doing and rushes to you. “What’s happening? What did you do?”

“Nothing! I got her after the ceremony and this just started!”

You were gasping for breath, the light and airy feeling in your head making everything a little blurring. Still, you register hands on your shoulders, calling your name. “You need to breath. HEY! You hear me? BREATH.”

But you can’t. The panic, all-consuming panic clawed at your throat and tightened your chest. Then, a hard slap.

*SMACK*

Iris slapped you, causing your body to gasp in shock. You took the opportunity to breathe in as much as you could get, and once the oxygen settled in, so did the clarity.

Dizzy, you stumble back and nearly topple over, but Jonah catches you. Careful, he sets you down in a chair. “Easy now, darl’n, breath, breath…” his arms were strong and safe around you, but Iris grabs your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” You look up to watch her, brown eyes fiery on yours. She commanded the room. “You need. To get it. Together. Those men out there-” She pointed vaguely out the door. “Are dangerous.”

“Iris…” Jonah whispers, but when her head whips towards him in anger, he backs off.

“You shut it, you don’t know jack shit about surviving here, especially as a woman.” Back to you. “I don’t care how you feel, I know you’ll probably fall in love because you’ve been so brainwashed, but I need you to understand this.” She leans in. “You need to get your shit together. You need to clean up, you need to get out there and charm the fucking dick off of every single person in that room. The only way you get through this is if you want a very thin line. Submissive but not weak. Obedient but not permissive. Have boundaries but keep them loose and never, ever, try to resist sex. This is no time to be weak.”

Her words barely made sense to you.

They weren’t dangerous. They LOVED YOU. You were their WIFE. But still, part of her words range true; you were the daughter of a traitor, a man who partook in an uprising that caused the death of the Divine Mother, and the other high up members would have their eye on you. You needed to make sure there was no reason to doubt your love for your husbands, nor your adoration of Divine Mother.

“Fuck,” Iris mutters something to the third figure in the room about ‘nothing there’ then stands up. “Jonah, go back to the dressing room and get the make-up and hair products.” It was only then you realized you had been crying, make-up running off your face. “Rey, I need you to help me in here.”

He was tall, about as tall as Jonah but not quite the Millers height. “What do you need?” He began to tie his dark curls back. Iris directed him on finishing the desserts while she took out all the food from the oven for the main dish.

When Jonah came back, Iris set to work redoing your face, making it look as if you never cried, never had a single scared thought. She fixed you up nice and pretty, then left you on the chair to wait for your entrance.

After everything was placed on carts to take out, Iris departed, with Jonah following behind shortly and instructing the other man to stay with you. Iris insists she doesn’t need a guard dog, but Jonah say something about not wanting her alone with ‘those drunk bastards’ if he can help it. You’re suddenly nervous, unsure about being alone with a man other than your husbands or Jonah, but you don’t have a choice.

“They’re a stressful pair to watch aren’t they?” The dark haired man says, pulling up a chair beside you. He turns it around, straddling it before sitting backwards and leaning his arms on the backrest.

You don’t want to be rude, so you give a shy smile without meeting his eye. “Are they… um… is uh…” You realize you don’t know Jonah’s last name, and are unsure how to properly address him to others. You don’t want to seem too familiar when you are a married woman now. “Mr. Jonah, is he Iris’s father? I heard her call him dad.”

He chuckles a bit, and you turn to look at him. With a better view, and clearer vision, you are able to take in his features. He’s handsome, but in a almost boyish way -although you doubt he’s younger than 30. Dark curls are still pulled back, but you’d estimate his hair falls about shoulder length, maybe shorter, as chunks are falling out. Strong nose, brown skin, and bright, brown eyes. Strangely jovial compared to Iris and Jonah.

“Yeah, kinda rare that happens. She’s um… well, they’d had… well I guess it’s not my place to say, but they’ve had some ups and downs. But yeah, she’s his daughter.” He extends a hand. “Reyansh Saha.”

You give him your name. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Saha.”

He laughs again, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you; it’s too good natured for that. “Just Rey is fine.”

“Oh, no, no I shouldn’t.” You try to protest.

“Ammayi” (my girl) He says with a glint in his eye. “No one here will understand you if you call me Mr. Saha, I promise you. You can call me Reyansh if that’s easier. Or, well, you can call me Mr. Saha if you’re uncomfortable of course” His tone is good natured, but clearly trying to ease you. You feel like a skittish animal, and he’s a good samaritan trying to coax you to some food.

You give a little nod. “Okay, yeah Reyansh works.”

*

You felt like you may have another panic attack.

Pope was on your right, holding your arm with William beside him. On your left arm was Benjamin; Francisco was fidgeting beside him.

“Baby.” Ben whispers to Francisco. “You gotta calm down, you're shaking…”

You watch as Pope turns abruptly at the nickname, but says nothing. Benjamin grabs Francisco's hand, squeezing it three times and giving him a little peck on the cheek before letting go. Francisco smiled, just a little.

You were making your grand entrance as husbands and wife, to the whole of Delta, to stand out on the balcony as the masses gathered below. Jonah instructed you on procedure. 

“This is the most dangerous point. I have the entire guard in the crowd, both noticeably armed and plain clothes, everyones been searched before entry and theres no reason to suspect a problem, but-” He turned to you. “Anything happens, a gun shot, something is thrown, a fight breaks out, I am grabbing you and we are going. Don’t argue, don’t worry about them-” He gestures to the men beside you. “My only concern will be to get you to safety. Your husbands are all armed and trained fighters, you are not. You have me, understood?”

There would be no need for concern. As you stepped out, leading your husbands in a v shape through the curtains, a stark hush fell upon the crowd. Thousands of people, thousands, here to see your husbands. Here to see them with their brand new bride, the mother of their child. You were humbled, truly, to be honored in such a way that the god’s dained you deserving. Cheers broke out, no doubt to the flag being raised- your bloodied sheets, signifying that you were indeed a virgin, and had been claimed in the name of the gods. The crowd was adoring; how beloved your husbands were to their people!

You focused your hearing not being all that far away, to try and pick out a word or two, and were surprised with the result.

“MADONNA! MADONNA! MADONNA”

They were cheering… for you.

The priestess stood off to the side, raising her arms to hush the crowd. 

“Hail Madonna, full of grace, blessed are you amongst women!”

Then, she kneeled.

Behind her, beginning with the front and sending a wave through the back, the entire mass of people knelt, chanting “Hail! Hail! Hail!”

To both your left and right, all four of your husbands bowed to you.

You were the holy mother. You were Madonna. You would bring about the savior and peace on earth. You were divine.

*

The party went swimmingly. Your new found confidence, it turns out, made speaking to strangers easier. You shouldn’t fear them for being a traitor's child, you shouldn’t feel their judgeful gaze. They should worship you. Not the same as Pope, William, Benjamin and Francisco, and certainly not Divine Mother, but you were blessed.

You never were far from William, Pope, or Benjamin, most moments of the evening were spent with their arms around your waist or holding your hand; you belonged to them.

Pope had pulled you to the dance floor, tender grasp keeping you close as he guided you through the violin music. 

“You are just… so beautiful” He whispered, clean shaven face up against your own. 

“Thank you.”

“You do understand how stunning you are, don’t you? Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You tuck your head in his neck, smelling his aftershave; or was it the liquor on his breath? You weren’t sure.

“It’s like you were made for me…”

A gentle kiss. “I was. I was made for you, by Divine Mother’s majesty.”

You could feel him smile at that, hands slowly trailing down your back. “That’s right, made just for me…”

You nuzzle against him, signing contently. He loved you, you were so, so loved… “Made for my husbands”

His smile dropped. When his hands grazed over your ass, he gripped it tight, painful, making you yelp. The noise and crass motion was sure to attract attention, and you turn to look.

Pope grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at them, look at me. I am their god, they are nothing compared to us, what we do is none of their business. I could bend you over right now and if I told them to ignore it, to go about the party, they will. You understand me?”

You nod.

His fingers pinch your cheeks. “Your body was made for me, and it’s mine. Understood?” You realize now your mistake. You had said your husbands. Plural. You must have hurt his feelings when bringing the others into it, even if you meant well. You note that special times between you and Pope should remain exclusive. Don’t make him jealous.

“Made just for you” You push past the force of his hold to kiss him on the lips. “I belong to you.”

Popes body language relaxed, his plush lips smiling again as his grip softens. He runs his thumb over your lips. “So beautiful for me…”

*

As you spoke like old friends to a woman you’d never met in your life, Benjamin slid up to you. “‘Scuse me, darl’n, but may I steal my wife away for a few moments?”

The woman bowed her head and excused herself while Benjamin pulled you away.

It wasn’t long before you were out the ballroom, down a hall and into a small linen closet, his hands all over you; frantic, needy, a fully hard cock pressing against your skirt. This was to be expected, and you understood your role. At any time, day or night, busy or not, you were to be available to be filled.

He yanked at your skirt. “Yuh know,” Benjamin said between short pants of breath. “It was my brothers insistence that your dress have blue… he said that- mmphh- it was symbolic or some bullshit, but I think he just wanted his color on you.”

You weren’t entirely sure if that was true, but you didn’t want to make a committal answer so you attempt to kiss back, unsure of the movements still. “Mmm, Benjamin…”

“Call me Benny, darl'n.” He rucks up your skirt, only to find no underwear. He stops, blue eyes looking at you with a steely ferocity. “Will take your panties after he cleaned you up.”

Lie, your first instinct told you. He’s dangerous,lie. But he wasn’t dangerous. He was your husband. “Yes” You wanted him to touch you again, you liked the way he explored your body. 

His brows pursed together before growling, turning you around and bending you over a small folding table. “God damn him, and god damn Pope!” Benjamin grunted, making you scared as he flicked your dress up to your waste. “I should’ve had you first!” Ben spits onto your exposed asshole, shocking you a bit.

You try to turn around when you hear his belt being undone. “What-”

“Shhhh” He pushes you back down on the table, freeing his hard cock. You jump when he slides a finger into your tight ring of muscle. It doesn’t feel bad, but not necessarily good, either. He begins to pump, then adds a second finger and you gasp at the intrusion. “Making me fuck’n wait till last-” You hear him spit on his free hand, beginning to jerk himself off as he begins to scissor you open.

“Ben!”

“Relax, baby, I’m not Pope, I ain’t tryna tear you open, you’ve bleed enough for one day.” You swear you hear him chuckle. What is he doing? You were confused, but also beginning to sink into the feeling of him. “They always do this to me, they always make me wait, and wait and wait just because Frank’s Pope’s favorite and Will’s ugh, Will’s older- goddamn” He stops, lining up the tip of his cock to your asshole and spitting a few more times. He was going to fuck you there?! Ben folds over, encasing your body in his warmth as he whispers in your ear. “Not this time, your ass is mine.” With that, he thrust into you, splitting your hole open as you cried out.

He laughs. “Lot louder than when Pope took you huh?”

*

Jonah found William getting a glass of wine and sipping it while watching over the party.. “I gotta talk to you.”

William doesn’t even turn to look. “Fuck off, Hanson.” 

Will did not like Jonah, he knew. Their history prevented the same rapport that he had with Santiago, but never the less, he know Will was the one for this request.

“It’s about your precious Madonna.”

With that, Will turned.

*

Benny was insatiable, thrusting into you wildly and grunting with every movement. “So- fucking-tight-god!” He shouts and it takes everything in you not to cry… but that feeling was bubbling up again, despite the discomfort, but that discomfort was slowly slipping into something else.

The slightest moan escapes.

It seems then almost that Ben reminds you’re here, that he’s not fucking a hole in a wall and chuckles. “Oh, you like this, pretty girl? I can make it better, so much better.” He wraps a strong arm around you, toying with that sensitive spot that William was playing with earlier illiciating a much louder moan from your lips.

“God baby, thats it… gonna cum like this, darl’n? Gonna cum with a cock up your ass like the dirty girl I know you are? Yeah, yeah sure sounds like it…” He replies after your sounds of pleasure grow. “Under all this white, underneath that good girl act and that sweet little face, I knew, I just fucking KNEW your little virgin cunt was begging to get fucked, desperate for cock, huh?” His hips begin to falter, growing more sloppy. “Well now you got 4 cocks desperate to fill you up, to put our baby inside you first, fuck, you gonna be able to handle all that?

You can’t even reply, a mess of moans under his body. 

He grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him. “ANSWER ME!”

“YES!” You scream, so close to spilling over but not quite there, needy and whimpering for him. “I can take it! I want it! I want you all, all the time!”

“I know, darl’n girl, I know, f-fuck, ugghh fuck!”

 Pulling out of your ass, you almost whine for him, whine for more, but he thrusts it into your pussy last minute. The intrusion sends you over, clamping down hard on him as he spills into you. “Yeaahh, that’s it, thats- oh my god, perfect little pussy- fuck!” When he finishes inside you, his warmth is all over you again, staying there for a moment with his cock plugged inside you. “Gotta make sure to cum inside your little pussy every time, no matter how good your ass or mouth feel. Can’t waste a drop.”

He caressing your arm as his body language softens, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So good, pretty girl. So fucking perfect.”

*

“She needs someone looking after her.” Jonah insists. “She’s just a kid.”

Will is dismissive, but behind his eyes hide curiosity. “That’s what you and security are for.”

Jonah signs. “Okay, listen, I’ll be honest here.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“You ain’t fond of me, that’s a given. I get it. But let’s be clear.” Jonah drops his voice low. “Frank’s been mentally checked out all day. He don’t want nothing to do with this. Ben’s a -”

“Watch it.”

Jonah rephrased his next words. “He’s not gentle. He’s not careful, and when he’s high he flat out dangerous, and he buys into this whole delusion and so does Santiago. Santiago is worse, he’s delusional and can flip like a fucking switch. She needs someone to help her navigate them. That needs to be you.”

Will didn’t say anything, but from the way his brows were furrowed, Jonah new he planted a seed. 

“Look, here she comes with Ben, she’s fucking stumbling, Will. Go take care of your wife.”

*

It hurt.

It was hard to walk like this, but Ben’s arms were tight around you. You felt strangely safe like this, like he was going to be there from now on.

“What the hell did you do to her, Ben?”

“Relaaaaax” Ben waved off his brother. “She’s fine.”

Will didn’t buy it.

“Pope got her pussy, I got her ass.” He shrugged.

Disgust spread across his features. “You did anal? With no lube? Jesus Ben!”

“RELAX!” Ben raised his hands in defense. 

Will hushed him. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m taking you to bed.”

And that was that. Will’s arm replaced Ben’s and quickly guided you out the door again. Once out of sight, Will scooped you right out. “Ain’t having you walk like that, babygirl. ‘Slright, just rest.” And rest you did, clinging to him and laying your head on his firm chest. You felt like you were almost asleep when he laid you on the bed.

Like how he cared for you before, he cared again, undressing you with a gentle strength.

“Lay down, lemme make sure your okay.” The worry in his voice made your heart sing.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper, but spread your legs anyway.

He tsks his tongue. “Poor little girl… you’re alright, but I know it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

You swallow thickly, nervous with his face so close to your core. “Um… it’s a little sore, I guess…” 

“I bet… but it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

“N-no, it wasn’t…”

“I can see that…” A thick finger swipes up your slit. “Got all wet, didn’t you? You sure are easy to work up…”

You shutter at the touch, a little achy but still desiring him. How could you not? How could you not want him when he spoke to you so low, so careful? When carried you and cleaned you and dressed you… he was perfect, fucking perfect.

“Poor little girl…” William spoke in a deeper tone, planting a kiss to your clit and making you whimper. “Gotta be at the beck and call for four men… that can’t be easy, but you’ve been taking it so well…” His fingers move up and down your folds, spreading your cum and the new slick trickling down.

“It’s, mmmm it’s my honor to be found worthy…” You sit up on your elbows, curious as to his actions.

“And worthy you are, Madonna.” His lips glazed over your flesh. “Bless are you, among women” His hand on your stomach. “and blessed is the fruit of your womb.” You watch William, knelt before you, hovering with his mouth open above your waiting mound.

You whisper, “Please”

He whispers equally soft. “As you wish.”

When William latched his mouth onto you, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, although you can’t say you’ve felt much. His mouth is hot, wet, messy as he licks you, tongue and lips moving in tandem, like a well practiced team with the sole purpose of reducing you to a whimpering mess.

“W-Will, oh that… oh my god-”

But he didn’t stop, latching his tongue to your clit as his fingers entered you, and despite the overstimulation of the day, compared to the large phalluses that had breached your core, his fingers merely provided pleasurable stimulation. His free-hand remained busy as well, taking your private moment to explore the rest of your body. You didn’t understand what pleasure he could find in your thighs, your stomach, or playing with your fingers, but you relished in his closeness, the emotional and physical and sexual intimacy compared to the coldness of the deflowering. 

But it had to happen this way, you thought as your hips bucked; William had begun swirling his tongue around your clit, causing a surge in pleasure. This afternoon was a ritual; systematic, calculated, precise. There was no room for intimacy, for love. But you’d seen it now. You’d seen it in the way Pope danced with you, in the way Ben caressed you after sex and praised you, the way Will touched you now… the only thing missing was Frankie.

It wasn’t long before Will had to gushing on his face, crying out his name in a hedonistic moan, a orgasm so blinding that the revelation that you existed to pleasure and be pleasured by these men until you were swollen with child seemed like a gift of godhood itself.

He pulled three more out of you before he was satisfied, making come on his face and fingers thrice before your final orgasm was only singled by an tired “Mmmmmmmph” and your contracting walls. Finally, he pulls back. You can’t see him, eyes too tired they won’t open, but you imagine his beard is glistening with the way he soaks you when he kisses you cheek.

When you’re situated in bed, where you can only assume is your room, you ask Will to stay, ask him to hold you while you fall asleep. He obliges.

You feel dwarfed in his grasp his body so large it makes you feel small, but also secure. You don’t have to be brave, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to think or to worry. Everything would be taken care of for you, you’d give birth to the savior and how many other children, and redeem your family name from your fathers betrayal. You would find redemption in this house, right alongside love, family, and maybe even friendship for the first time since you were twelve…

Everything was falling into place.

So why didn’t it seem like Francisco loved you?

*

Knock knock.

“Honey?”

Knock knock knock

“Honey you in there?”

Jonah. 

“One moment!”

You open your groggy eyes and take a look around the room, finding a luxurious, long, white robe on the dresser. You put it on, covering your nakedness, and timidly open the door.

“Yes?” Jonah stood before you, gun slung on his hip as usual.

He looks sympathetic. “Sorry to wake you, but Santiago wants to see you, I’m here to escort you.”

Hearing someone refer to Pope as his given name is jarring, but something about Jonah is just… very different. He seemed so serious when talking to you about safety, about making sure only his most trustworthy men watched you and how determined he seemed at the balcony… but it seemed he took everything else so unserious to him.

You didn’t like that he referred to your husband by his name, it was much too informal, but you cared about Jonah, so you don’t mention it.

After dressing, Jonah takes you down stairs. You’re thankful for him, the house is too big for you to know your way yet.

“How you feeling?” 

“About what?” You ask genuinely.

Jonah turns to you, a curious look on his face. “About… everything. Yesterday was a big day. A lot happened.”

Of course a lot happened. You were still leaking their cum. “Nothing that Divine Mother didn’t intend.” You say as if its obvious.

He sighs. “Right.”

Pope was waiting outside the door of the intended room. His smile grew when he saw you, walking over to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”

Wife… something so magical about that word.

Pope thanks Jonah and dismisses him, turning you to the doorway and opening it. “I have a surprise for you, bebita.”

When the door opens, you gasp as you’re led inside. Canvases fill the room as did papers, paints, pencils… 

“How… how did you know…” You whisper in awe, your heart swelling at the gesture. He loved you, he really loved you and wanted you to be happy here. You were so lucky, so lucky to be adored like this, to be adored by him especially. Pope had worked his way deep into your heart in a matter of days. He was everything to you now, he was your world. You belonged to him, every single inch of your heart, your body, your mind, your faith was him.

“I’m the god of love, I know what mi amada needs… I’ll always know.” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, the body that belongs to him, and kisses your neck. “I can’t wait to see what you paint, Madonna…” 

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I feel like im doing ass at writing Ben here. I my normal fics on my main he's a consent king and so so so so soft so this is strange to me. BUT he can be tender and loving, dont you worry

SO, THE GENERAL CONCENSOUS IS YOU ALL WANNA FUCK JONAH. Lmfao, horny sluts. HE'S OUR FATHER FIGURE. Imagine having daddy issues. COULDNT BE ME (this is a joke lol)

But! Thoughts on Iris, and our new boy, Reyansh?

Not a super eventful chapter and i felt like Madonna have said like 10 words this whole fic but this has been the set up, now we can move forward! If you read TWW, LO was practically silent for the first few chapters.

Now they ceremony is done and she's married and already v attached and brainwashed.

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[mrslectermoriarty]

THERE IS A GERMAN VERSION OF DESTIEL

hear me out:

So there is this very popular TV show called "Tatort" ("Crime Scene") in Germany. It's been on air since 1970 and all adults in Germany settle down on Sunday evening, 8:15 pm sharp to watch it. The episodes are usually about 90 minutes long. Each week we see a differnet team somewhere in Germany solve crimes and deal with personal problems and such.

Of course there can't be the same Teams over decades, so they change the characters over certain time periods. In 2020, Team Saarbrücken retired the main characters Detective Stellbrink and Detective Marx and introduced Detective Leo Hölzer and Detective Adam Schürk.

(Leo's on the left, Adam on the right)

And THOSE TWO GUYS are the German Version of Destiel. According to me, at least. I encourage you to Google them ("Tatort Saarbrücken" oder "Hölzer und Schürk") and watch their scenes. You don't necessarily have to understand what they're saying (there's usually just banter) just OBSERVE their interactions.

Nvm, YouTube only shows fanedits and crack videos.

DO YOU GET WHERE I'M COMING FROM!?

I'll give you one example here - those are literally their interactions, it's just with emotional music.

"I would go with you to the end of the world."

If you're interested in a little backstory: (trigger warning, child abuse)

Adam had a really fucked-up dad who would beat him more often than not. Adam met Leo in middle school when a couple jerks were beating up poor Leo. Adam knocked one of them down and since then, Adam and Leo have been best friends. One day, when Adam's Dad was particularly angry, he almost killed Adam with his punishments, when Leo showed up and struck the man down with a shovel. Adam's dad fell into a 15-year coma and Adam dissappeard.

Fast forward, first episode: Adam comes back and joins Leo's team in Saarbrücken. Leo is obviously pissed that Adam disappeared all those years ago and they have quite a rookie start. Nevertheless they fall back into their friendship dynamic, which is based on DEEP trust and an INSANE amount of loyalty. In an old-married-couple way. They both have their issues but they just kinda need each other (at some point Adam was accused of murder and Leo broke some laws to prove his innocence)

There's a lot of drama when it comes to these two and their dynamic is just so queer-coded it's driving many people insane. Like, the y don’t talk an out their problems AT ALL but they’re such an amazing duo when it comes to work.

Now, there are some problems:

We get about 1 or maximum 2 episodes per year. (Dont ask, it's complicated) Meaning, a new episode dropped recently and we have to wait another year for their story to continue.

And the recent episode (which ended in a massive cliffhanger) suggests that Adam might start a relationship with one of his female colleagues at some point in the future. Talk about homophobic writers.

This whole "Oh no, I suddenly don't seem to be in love with my best friend and spend a suspicious amount of time with a woman" is really weird because if you look at their history and their dynamic it just doesn't fit into the narrative! And that's even more annoying.

So yeah, I feel like I've seen this whole drama before. And I'm really fucking scared of its ending.

Also, am I the only one who this it's kinda cursed that in 2020, Destiel went down and in the same year, these guys arrived? I know thay don't have anything to do with each other, but the timing just makes me suspicious

[into-fiction]

I'm interested in the time-traveling au ideas!!!

I've read a lot of Glinda time-travelling aus and they're all starting to blur together at this point lol, but I would still read it if you have something unique and interesting tho!! Like maybe time traveller Glinda still has anxiety and is over-thinking every little changes she makes, or maybe she decides <i>not</i> to befriend Elphaba and try to take down morrible and the wizard all on her own

I've never read a time travel au with both Glinda and Elphaba as time travellers before tho, that could be interesting!!

Maybe it could be them before For Good (song not movie), like maybe around the cat fight or before Fiyero went with Elohaba. Where they haven't seen eachother for years, where Elphaba thinks Glinda actually believes all the propaganda stuff she says in front of the crowds and she feels like she cant trust Glinda with helping her take the Wizard down.

Glinda and Elphaba going back to the quiet nights in the dorm room that were usually the filled with shared secrets, and realize they dont know anything about each other anymore.

They’re strangers with a history.

I saw someone say that in For Good (song), Glinda becomes someone who could have considered going with Elphaba in Defying Gravity while Elphaba becomes someone who would have considered staying.

This is before that, they time travel with a Glinda who still thinks they should work with the system to bring it down from the inside while this is an Elphaba who still thinks they should rebel. And they both disagree with each other because neither of them are seeing results from the other.

And maybe eventually, they'll see that it's necessary to try to take the system down both from the inside and outside, but they need to work together in an organized manner.

ooo i love your brain!

i have yet to read any time travel fics (on my list tho!) so I'm not sure what the overall themes are in this fandom! but i can try and say what I've been thinking so far (no true plot, just thoughts).

for glinda by herself:

i have a fondness for 'elphie trying to figure out glinda' stories and i think post-canon glinda is esp fun to play with. i have a few headcanons i'd want to throw in (that she's terrified of morrible, that she's still traumatized by elphie's death, etc). i think all my glinda's have anxiety so that's kinda a given.

if it were elphie pov, i feel it would be easier to explore the way a post-canon glinda interacts with the world and people around her.

if it were glinda pov, i feel it would be easier to explore time travel lore and themes of loss.

(there's a certain tragedy in just-glinda time travel bc even if there's a happy ending, it's not a happy ending with her elphie. I'm not afraid of a bit of tragedy tho)

for both of them together:

i had a couple people suggest they shouldn't know they both are back at first! which i could see being either a very funny or very angsty. either way, it would definitely add some obstacles.

the nice part about both together is that its the right elphie. and depending on where in the timeline you pluck them from, there's a lot of room to explore the gelphie dynamic both in and post canon.

also i get hooked on ages/timeline shit so the idea of them suddenly being in younger bodies, having the muscle memory & magical control that goes with that, etc is very fun to me.

your idea:

i feel like the concept of it being pre For Good gelphie is honestly really cool! if u don't mind, i actually think it works better as a time loop au over time travel?? in like a 'they both try their way and neither one works and they just keep trying till they realize they have to work together' type way.

but ALSO- a time travel fic where they lowkey kinda hate each other would be super fucking fun to explore.

[straycalamities]

old aromantic man yells at cloud under cut AUGH

maybe its the aro, but i also genuinely think its not only aros that yearn to have a significant relationship with a "best friend" that goes into the "gray area of romance"

i quote that because it literally doesnt all have to be seen as romantic is the thing and i think people deep down understand this on some level and yearn for it

i think the only thing i truly dislike overall from romo-shipping culture (other than omegaverse existing. rage. hatred.) is that it kinda devours people just being besties or just being so signifcant to each other in a non-romantic way. but then everyone's turning to hyping up "familial" relationships made it even worse. cuz now it's like oh they're non-romantic? oohhh they must be siblings...or parent/child...

like no what if people were just friends and that was also seen as significant. or enemies. or foils. or even coworkers. and all of that be seen as significant for what it is

i feel like this is especially true in fandoms into real life ppl/celebrities/influencers/etc. i feel like that's where it actually starts to become a big frustrating problem

fiction is something else because you can simply change the rules if you want, in your head, with headcanons, but you cant (or at least you really shouldnt and im judging you if you do) headcanon real people. if they say otherwise about this, or shipping, or whatever then ok thats their prerogative, BUT then ppl take one guy (gnc) saying this to mean they have permission for every guy (gnc) and it's like ok idc if people have been doing this with real living persons for centuries, we've been doing all kindsa other jacked up shit to each other for millennia am i supposed to suddenly be okay with that too because it's always been done? 😭 idk i dont mean for this to be all about how i dont support RPF and how parasocializing and celebrity worship has fucked over everyone's brains and warped them into dehumanizing people as normal even more than all of us being so online in general has and finding every buzzword that sounds like justification they can to okay it

but it is kinda linked to my point. i dont mean this in the whole "men are scared to be best friends for fear of being seen as Gay" i mean it as "a whole shitload of people are redirecting deep non-romantic relationships into just feeding the alloromantic normativity machine and my little aro ass is getting kinda tired of it"

i mean it in "everyone keeps trying to put relationships into neat little labeled boxes that have these hard and rigid rules to them and my loves-to-appreciate-the-depth-and-variety-of-human-emotions-and-relationships" ass is even more tired of this than the other thing

even in MY shipping. yes i say "shipping" yes i draw charas kissing, hugging, dating, intimacy. but i dont always mean romantically. because i remember the era when shipping could be whatever. it just meant you liked that those characters were significant to each other. and now it's become only one kinda thing (maybe two if youre differentiating between sexual and romantic shipping or a mix of the two)

and now i wish there was a word just for what i mean 😓 (and other ppl like me) that was just...yes i like these two (or more) charas together and idc what flavor of what it is theyre doing i enjoy it. and i wish that it could also not be seen as meaning less or just being lesser than romantic shipping

IM SO TIRED OF ROMANCE OUTWEIGHING AND EVEN OVERSHADOWING EVERY OTHER RELATIONSHIP PLEASE AND IM TIRED OF THE ONLY OTHER OPTION BEING NUCLEAR FAMILY DYNAMICS

i remember when "found family" didnt mean literal Mom Dad Son Daughter shit sighs

i also just think that if we saw friendships and best-friendships as more significant it'd also help with how so many people feel so damn lonely all the time just because they're "single" or whatever. it'd also mean less ppl jump into harmful romantic relationships, ignoring all red flags, just because it means they have a relationship

if they're getting social, inter-personal fulfillment outside a romantic relationship and it's treated as significant as that is. because it IS. think about your best friend, and the relationship yall have. or past best friends. its amazing! its deep! its meaningful!

think about even just your friends even if yall arent super close and how you still smile if you meet up or see them come online or get a text from them. or that coworker at your job that you probably wouldnt hang out with outside of work but they still make your shift less torture. IDK

look at the beauty and variety of your connections with other humans and how a lot of them you dont even have a term or name for. it's just. significant.

the stranger that smiled genuinely at you when you held the door open for them while you were having the worst day of your life and, for a moment, the world wasnt so bad

you'll never see that person again, but you'll probably never forget it. and even if you forget their eyes or the color of their hair, you'll never forget how it made you feel.

that's what i'm talking about. and i feel like you shouldn't have to be an aromantic person to appreciate that kinda stuff and the world would be sooo much better for it. what if we just fuckin appreciated our fellow man yknow????? especially when all the evil powers that be in the world are trying to make us turn on each other and eat each other alive so they dont have to do as much work

[moonshynecybin]

Your takes on Marc always feel so accurate so I’d like to hear more of what you think in reference to that ask

i thinkkkkk this ask was about the pre argentina post sepang period where marc is like. attempting to mend his relationship to valentino by pure force of will and also being very sweet but vale is a lil reticent if sometimes polite... estranged but still hanging on to that lethal chemistry. death would be kinder if your name is marc marquez. but im going to take a HARD turn into omegaverse land here so sorry to god and his motorcycle racers

SO i think marc obviously like. doesnt really want to believe its over. hes soooo in love here (and as a canonical late bloomer i dont think hes EVER had a heat without vale?? and he is discovering that he is in fact quite bad at dealing with them by himself?) and i really do think that, as hurt as he was by the sepang fallout, he really thinks vale will get over it with time ! and that eventually theyll be able to be as close as they were previously! as soon as he unblocks me the wedding is back on ! truly cannot imagine doing a heat with anyone else he feels literally cold down to his bones thinking about it. and its not even just the dynamic stuff... he misses the grabby hands on cooldown laps and the hugs in parc ferme and the way vale used to put his long fingers in marc's hair to put him where he wants him when they were fucking and the soft skin of his neck and how when vale would touch him everything in marc's brain could just go quiet. truly he feels it in his TEETH like the longing is LETHAL the longing is PHYSICAL the longing has marc IGNORING HIS BODY'S BASIC NEEDS and refusing to go out and find someone to spend a heat with that would actual resolve the hormonal part of his biology reaching for vale (and break that mf bond). so the heat never quite fully resolves! and he feels antsy and feverish and smells literally crazy for weeks at a time. every alpha in the paddock bristling when the wind changes direction... vale staring at the sky with his nails digging into his palms

so marc's already shaky self control is pushed to the limit by his body's insane hormonal situation (motogp doctor is like. technically he can ride !) and so for a few years he decides to kind of. wage this tentative little campaign to see if he can get vale to smile at him or literally touch him at all and relieve a little of the tension swimming around in his body. ANY relief. so he says hi to him every day. goes up to him in parc ferme. small little touches on the podium. just making vale smell like him a little bit. hind brain rejecting the reality where they havent really touched skin on skin in months. waiting for vale to take off his glove before he shakes his hand. BUT because this is omegaverse and i love DRAMA, what marc doesnt realize is that he is sort of. fortifying the beginning stages of a bond that they had started to form when they were fucking. a bond that WOULD have just died if he left it alone or found someone else, but he canttttt because hes oblivious and in love... AND THEN he gets another heat, and its SO much worse... like the effects are compounding, and he can barely see straight and he's feverish and shaking with big eye bags all pale and sad... and eventually alex notices and pulls the plug. says you will NOT get on a bike like this and marc gets permission to stop and basically COLLAPSES

but meanwhile vale is being driven INSANE this entire time because the bond wont DIE but its also not COMPLETED, and marc keeps TOUCHING HIMMMM and smelling insaneeee like hes in heat literally constantly and vale doesnt know what the ISSUE is.... and hes caught up in soooo much resentment but theres literally a base part of his body that cannot physically ignore marc whatsoever. so its an escalating arms race of horny frustration until marc suddenly pulls out of the race one weekend (the official line is for "dynamic reasons" which vale stares at for full minute wondering. is anyone taking care of marc like he would. caught between wanting him to be okay and feeling SICK thinking about another alpha helping him through any of it...) and then theres a knock at his motorhome door. and its alex marquez, looking tired and a little nervous. and he just says. i need your help. its marc.

[rontra]

drop your ffxiv lore

asking me to drop my pants in public would be less embarrassing..... you have to understand crucially that i don't know anything about anything and dont want The Knowers to see me

LMAO well i can talk about it a little but only on One Condition. as i mentioned before im a Certified Stormblood Gamer . in fact according to the wiki i am about this deep (level 64 questing atm)

so basically the condition is this: if something wasn't explicit in ARR or HW you cannot under any circumstances talk to me about it...! if you have any sort of reaction to this post that has to do with any later material than that i ask you Don't say it to me. if you are in doubt about whether something "counts", the safe answer is yes it does, and just going "neat!" instead & moving on will do fine. i really don't want to play spoiler chicken with you and don't want to know anything i don't already know. i'm enjoying taking my time with the game, so please refrain from correcting or corroborating anything i have to say about it atm!!!!!!! i'm still baby! thank you....!!! 😭👍

anyway my xiv characters are 1 a dude who was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and might be scared of women . & 2 a scary woman who did definitely kill her wife but is also the most Wife Guy for like secret reasons. the second one's lore is being ironed out as we speak so its all subject to change but the concept is there

1. ZT

love this guy. i even made an amv about it when i finished arr

(every xiv player voice) my wol is the most special boy in the world.

i actually had a whole thing typed up here about like his fucked up mom and whatever but i got shy and deleted it. i might go over it if someone's actually interested . but basically he's a poor little meow meow who, up until the beginning of the game, was abused pretty consistently bc of [evil cat people family dynamic reasons]. his family members mostly hate his ass and were rarely all that nice to him, so he has a lot of issues with self-worth and things like that--he doesn't feel like he's particularly good at anything or really "worth" much

he's from southern ilsabard which is a place i uh do not know much about. as a stormblood gamer. but it's fine the details don't really matter (walking away quickly)

his most prized childhood possession was the ruined scraps of an old arcanist's tome, and through sheer tenacity he managed to teach himself his first rudimentary spell from the incomplete paragraphs therein. he mostly chalks that feat up to the fruit of Time + Boredom and not talent or love, but those pages were the only thing he took with him when it finally came time for him to follow his older brothers' footsteps and leave the family.

gets on the boat. goes to limsa. enlists in the arcanists guild to cultivate what he sees as the One Single Skill He Has. people in the guild ???praise him??? and encourage him?? to keep at it??? which he is not at ALL used to, but it motivates him to work even harder at his training. he's pretty far from home and deeply unsure of himself, but he absolutely does not want to go back to the limited world he knew until now. so that unwillingness to look back sort of inherently keeps him trucking in search of a new purpose to latch on to

he's very sensitive to people being niceys to him, because he's not used to it at all. he's 4x weak to it and might cry if it's coming from an older woman who is even vaguely maternal, due to his horrific mommy issues. also, he wants to be useful to people ("for once"), so he has a hard time saying no to all the million quests and sidequests in the game. perfect

his inability to say no to people who request his help puts him on the Old Nymian Scholar Investigation Mission of course. i am Scholar Guy for a reason and that reason is ZT. this dude never had anything his family valued, and lived as the expendable runt of the litter his whole life, and now is suddenly entrusted with something important for the first time in his life--something bigger and older than him, a way of life, a legacy to uphold and carry forwards into the future

and that mantle is pretty heavy. but he'll carry it! and that's how he becomes a healer boy who will defend any random tonberry with his life. he feels very strongly about the extinct art of the scholars and also about being a healer in general--boy finally found his calling! also he has the echo and is our funny warrior of light but like that's fine. i'm sure the "not being able to say no to people, no matter how tired/hurt/etc he himself is" thing is not catching up any time soon. i did play DRK up to 60 though and lmao. well. hang in there. i even made an amv ab

there's some more stuff about him like how his path through eorzea and as a healer specifically is in lockstep with death at every turn and also how he's a blue mage on the side and whatever but this is long enough. here's a pic of him with one of my favorite "no one else gives a shit about this character" npcs

he's a pretty kitty and very sweet altho he does need to learn to assert himself (and starts doing so through the course of the game). he's very attached to his friends. he doesn't have any love interest or w/e for now he's figuring his own stuff out. gaining confidence. classic stuff. easy protagonist recipe. my meow meow. i played pvp just to get him a haircut. the things i do for zt

2. KRALJICA

the new baby. kraljica is not her original name, but she's never going to use her original one again. her surname is Radinasch, which used to be Aradina, before she killed her own queen who may or may not have been also her wife (ofc by hrothgar convention she then changed her surname to represent the loss of her queen) (despite being the killer) (it's a memento :) )

she is a bozjan hrothgar so we're back to ilsabard shenanigans (which remains kind of problematic for a stormblood gamer, but It's Fine). she actually knows ZT's mother, but not in a good way. Radina's group was in local political tension with ZT's mom's group, so there's some history there (notably in that kraljica would recognize ZT as "zahsa's runt" (derogatory) and not be very nice to him about it, but they don't really share a Personal history beyond the Faction Squabbles)

back to the point though, kraljica killed her queen, and most of the other followers of said queen were not very happy about that. killing the queen is like really high up on the list of things hrothgar do not want you to do. so she is branded queenkiller and exiled. some of the other hrothgar choose to follow kraljica out (having faith in her leadership for various reasons), making her their new queen as they venture to eorzea together (and all of their surnames become akraljica to match).

kraljica takes the surge of enmity against her as a natural consequence of what she did, and doesn't correct anybody who identifies her as a queenkiller in her journeys. she basically does not care about her shattered reputation or having to leave her home, because she is on, a secret, Other Scheme.

what they don't know of course is that radina asked her to do it. for scheme reasons. #women

kraljica is acting in accordance with radina's will. not even her own loyal followers know what her plan is, but they can clearly tell she has conviction; even when being hated by her people and ousted from her home, kraljica moves with that same inexhaustible willpower

(maybe she has questions, when she's alone, and wonders how much radina kept from her in the final days. and maybe she misses and mourns her. but all of that is only for her, in private, when no one can see... in front of the others, she's unflinching, and a leader they will follow no matter what...!!!)

she doesn't seem to have the echo and isnt a warrior of light. ZT can do that stuff. she's like busy with her own thing. she's running around collecting suspicious amounts of aether and being suspiciously driven and faithful to her cause. suspiciously

ok fine it's because radina asked her to cut her loose from mortality, venerate that, and bring her back as a primal. because she wants to become a war god strong enough to take revenge on the empire. something that will keep coming back, no matter how many times it's destroyed, as long as her chosen can still call for her....<3 that's so romantic

of course, what returns will not be radina-the-person. it will be an image of her will, shaped by kraljica's mind and the bloodpool of radina's aether. radina is dead for good; what kraljica is summoning is a representation of radina's goals and dreams, fueled by pure belief and a lot of aether. That Which Resembles Wife But Is Not will cast one megaflare for every minute of suffering inflicted upon bozja. (speaking to the empire thru a megaphone) this is your final warning

their summoning is pretty unorthodox and and "partial" (the primal does not manifest a corporeal form at this time, but it is certainly present in its vessel to some extent)--the game already allows a few different quirky summonings, so we're just playing calvinball and making up Another Special Case (this time owing to the specific setup and execution of radina's plan, her and kraljica's synchronicity about the whole thing, kraljica's unique position in her life, and some sprinkles of Rule Of Cool to taste) . imo the game is flexible enough about it that putting in Just One More Weird Summon Strat is not gonna break anything (LMAO) so it's fine <3

all you have to do is write in a side character who goes "but! that's not possible..." while the thing is happening in front of them

anyway suffice to say no one is doing it like radina's weird ass, and she couldn't do it without her wife guy who is willing to do whatever she wants. suffice to also say that kraljica's own aether is noticeably Weird and over-aspected by her beloved primal, and that "radina" (that which resembles wife but is not) Could Be lowkey tempering her right now and nobody would even notice it because her goal and the primal's goal are already one and the same. but that's probably fine. radina would never do that to her <3......

unless of course there are things about her even kraljica never understood. but surely that wouldn't happen

its really hard for other people to get a grip on kraljica because she won't let anybody close to her emotionally and she definitely won't spill the beans on radina's secret scheme. her boys are with her no matter what (#hrothgang) (they also picked up a viera whose city name now includes "akraljica" hahaha). other people are just like um that is a shady lady who is casting spells we dont even know how to classify. scary. also she's got a situationship with a nasty bandit milf (my friend's hrothgal<3) so we better just leave her alone. bad vibes all around

radina was a gunbreaker. kraljica is very good at manipulating aether and a strong fighter too, but i havent rly settled on a canon class for her. because her actual "canon class" is like. "a summoner from a hypothetical Other FF game. not even a specific other FF game, just Very Much Not This One" LMAO

she would just be like ah its um secret ancient arts from my homeland . you wouldnt know her. shes from a different continent. not like how they do it in limsa. not at all. goodbye (walks away mid conversation) and the arcanists could not stop her. like

anyway i'm not used to playing a female char so i keep getting distracted by her breasting boobily around. they dont let ZT jiggle like that so how was i to know... and basically, so-called free thinkers when dalmascan draped top 👇

she almost had a different face marking way back in the benchmark character creation era, but looking at it now it looks so weird without her big X . like who is that

(metian vest so important for the shoulder bulk... not gonna lie)

anyway kraljica would hear about the final aeon from ff10 and be like that's fucking right.

[mamadarama]

Same person who thanked you, sorry to go on but I also love Ibuki which is why his story felt like such an insane choice to me. When I saw his first song out of context I thought that he was gonna be a solo idol who would “travel” to different established groups and I immediately thought that was so cool and we were gonna see new dynamics and it would expand the little we know about the actual world outside of our main cast, like obviously they wouldn’t design characters every time but I could totally see him talking with Madara about this one really cool all girl indie group he hung out with (as I typed that I realized that would have made a great reference during the prsk collab too-) like I’m out here making spite fanfiction about the grudge he would hold towards Eichi because of how music groups are struggling because of his company and learning more about himself and others on tour but noooooo we had to be boring.

And as a fellow Mama lover he would have been fantastic, I haven’t interacted with Ibuki too much but he seems smart and like he doesn’t take bs and if that’s true then he would be someone who can both catch onto his ghosting tendencies and not allow that to happen which, again, would be super interesting to watch!

yeah exactly, i havent been keeping close tabs on the new stories and dont plan to but i think ibuki could succeed where kohaku failed because if theyre both solo units madara wont be able to disband a unit to get rid of him. especially if they end up in the same agency too. if he does succeed though, it might piss off kohaku a bit to see him suddenly improving after all him and madara had been through together, as if he hadnt tried as well.... maybe a little jealous and confused too depending on how difficult madaras being. madara might catch that though, which could also lead to different but just as interesting developments in their relationship.

if they retcon, i still have a little faith that theyll go this route cuz nice said ibuki would make a good solo idol so clearly theyve thought about it before, or maybe even planned for that originally and changed it last minute and thats why nice said that. its definitely on brand for them to hint at something like that before it happens. thats why i genuinely was blindsided by it all. i wonder if theres something going on behind the scenes in the company thats causing all this. like someone important suddenly quitting and now they have to redistribute the work to keep with the schedule so now choices are being hastily made by stressed writers...... maybe akira quit? or was fired? that sounds so weird though, its his story. hes been writing this ever since engirls. i guess only time will tell. in the meantime ill just keep thinking about the other characters and stories.

[fishalthor]

I think I'll do this for each new episode ( as though anyone cares lolz) AND I WANNA KNOW OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINIONS TOO TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS TOO YESGOOD but I'm gonna list my 3 favorite and 3 least favorite things about each episode! with maybe some minor notes at the end? doing the premiere now so I'll have only 2 episodes next week. LET'S GOOOO under the cut because

SPOILERS

LIKES:

RAND. The way that Josha is playing him really gets so little credit and I think it's unfair. His change in acting/posture even through each season is telling enough for the arc and, honestly, it's impressive. He doesn't even have to speak for me to get where Rand is at.

That first scene. YES it was beautifully done. The CGI was incredible, the fight was thrilling, I didn't know what was going to happen next. VERY GOOD, VERY IMPRESSIVE. and the step up each season in the cgi department is fantasic.

The Tower Politics that I'm not sure where it's going to go now. It'll be great. Siuan having that talk with Egwene and Nynaeve, I'm wondering what's going to become of that. I'm excited. I love seeing Siuan and I'm wondering if they're going to do her book storyline. Either way, I like seeing her.

DISLIKES

Egwene's character direction. I do NOT like her whole TURNING MY BACK ON THE TOWER ARC. for me, Egwene was the most Aes Sedai in the books. The perfect Aes Sedai and seeing her flip so suddenly is weird? And also - PTSD does not make character development. Egwene didn't and wouldn't handle things that way, to me at least. In the books she seemed really the character with her head on straight, she dealt with things differently. For Rand to deal with his own ptsd in his way and then having her deal with it in another was a great show of opposites for them. To see her deal with it this way and be all ANTI TOWER really irked me. Because I'm sick of shows making that the grounds for development, it really doesn't have to be. People CAN GO THROUGH THINGS AND NOT REACT THAT WAY. anyways ALSO SHE DESERVED A LONGER TEST wtf

Moiraine working with Lanfear? YEAH NO. I did not like this at all. WHY? Nope. I erase this from my mind Moiraine would NOT. And that far? To trust her that far? Rushed explanation to Lan and just...NO. Also the Bubble of Evil NOT BEING ONE? DISAPPOINTED.

How fast everything was? They're always saying that they're developing things better on the show then they turn around and give these people whole ass relationships off screen that suddenly we're supposed to buy. The storyline felt like they just wanted them out of the city and onto their journey in 2.5 seconds. Also why tf are they in Tar Valon?

notes.

I'm not sure why they know that callandor can kill forsaken? and why can it? idk.

I LOVED Aviendha actually. she was great.

Rand and Moiraine's dynamic is fantastic. A+

I liked that Rand isn't running away again like people initially thought.. Get that boy in command lol

Loial and Rand reading together was precious. give me more.

Perrin just wanting to REST is so in character. he deserves it.

I wish we got more introductions towards these relationships. Elayne KNOWS Rand will respect the Aiel somehow. FINALLY with Aviendha and Elayne was out of nowhere. How did Rand and Egwene get back to that place? Why are Nynaeve and Lan shacking up again?

I liked the boys having A MOMENT that was fun. and that talk with Perrin and Rand was so good. As well as their goodbye when everyone was hugging. I LOVE hugs. I LIVE for hugs and idek but it's so great.

Again Moiraine is all I WONT LET HIM NEAR ANOTHER AES SEDAI but she's in the middle of Tar Valon for some reason is beyond me.

We visited most show regulars except for Min so I'm still 100% unsure where they're going to put Min in the scheme of things, as in future story-wise

I WANTED TO SEE MORE OF THE BOW TO ME SCENE that was just not enough to be impactful

I LOVED the use of The Old Tongue.

I LOVED Rand being annoyed by the maidens following him lol

I DONT HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR BULLSHIT - favorite line lmao