#and if this scenario were to play out as written that would fucking devastate her. so close. yet so far

[isaacathom]

my gm for my dnd game and i talk fairly often, and they have just given me. a gift. a nugget of knowledge. which cannot be paid off until the end of the arc, which is several months away

so its not a spoiler, is the critical bit. its not any plot information. but it was two specific things.

the first is that, if naielle acquires The Fucky Sword, she can combine it with a Multiplaner Navigation Crystal she already has to make it's plane shift ability more precise.

the second is that, once the arc is complete, there will be a year-ish timeskip and (hopefully) a few mini sessions about what some pcs are doing in that gap

so. if naielle has the sword. and has the ability to be more specific with its teleportation, this opens up a very specific and personally fulfilling option-

teleporting back to her fiancee

now this wouldn't be effortless. the gm did say that naielle would have to first teleport to a plane that isn't one of the material ones, bc otherwise naielle could teleport directly from her fleet to xistina's ship (because theyre technically on different material planes). and because the sword recharges the planeshift ability on a long rest, this is all going to take a minimum of ~4 days (jade sea > non-mat > yerovera > non-mat > jade sea)

so very first, she has to request a decent amount of shore leave from her commander. he would grant it, most likely, though i believe she is technically capable of granting herself shore leave as the shipmaster of a vessel. nevertheless, she would ask the Commodore, and be granted her time. except, of course, she's not just like. getting off the boat and strolling the city. she's planeshifting off somewhere. and she would probably say that, though not explicitly lay out her intentions. whether that changes his mind isnt clear.

the issue, of course, with all this is that it also makes her uncontactable by diplomat's pouch, which has been the primary method of communication between ships and officers for the fleet. so , if they need her, they'll just have to do a Sending or smth. or, and this would be a joke, just really care about Naielle's wellbeing and hope that the message gets to her by the same power-of-love method that naielle and xistina has been able to communicate up to now. it is... unlikely that anyone in the fleet would be able to muster up the adequate level of love on the first go. that shits complicated.

she would go to the astral sea. why there specifically? its the realm of her patron, and she figures she can find somewhere safe to wait out the long rest with her patron's protection, so long as she can justify the whole trip to it. that could be a whole fucking Event in and of itself, bc the only time shes been there was in a mindflayer boat, and shes going on her own two feet this time. yikes!

assume that goes well. she then plane shifts down to xistina. this could go two ways - either she gets lucky and literally appears on the ship (which would probably IMMEDIATELY get her tackled bc ??? we're in a war??), or she lands in the water off the ships side and has to yell for help (comedy). either way, she ends up on the deck, and bam. hi xistina. so this was all a bit of a mess. can your men please not kill me.

at that point all bets are off as to what happens. likely outcomes have naielle participating in a battle because haha yea there is a war, perfect timing. but really, unclear. but it would be very fun.

and then like. well. some options.

naielle has wedding rings, which are intended as the pairs to the two's engagement rings. she has them on her. she first proposed to xistina two decades ago. well, now that we are actually physically in the same place... 👉👈 mawwiage? so that would be fun. naielle would 100% try to go for it once the two are alone.

and then theres the bit that would be very 🥺. which is that, okay, the battle is won, the two retire to the captains quarters. for the first time in two decades, they are together, able to hold each other. they can fall asleep in each others arms.

except

the sword, which enabled naielle to even come here? prevents anyone in the room with her from gaining the benefits of a short or long rest.

xistina can fall asleep. but she would wake up unrefreshed. and naielle would know this.

naielle would be lying there, xistina in her arms, something shes been dreaming of for two decades,

and she would have to slowly disentangle herself from her love

and THATS the fucking shit! thats what im about!!! thats that fucking bittersweet shit!!!

[hrodvitnon]

Ozymandias, The King of Kings Headcanons (plus a Shamhat idea)

(Ok, last Ozzy-related post from me for a while- what with a new GxK trailer on the horizon and a FF7 Rebirth demo to eat up all my time (ive played it like 6 times… pure brainrot), I figure it’s probably time to move to colder pastures and even colder kaiju… Anyways- big headcanon Ozymandias post because he could always use more love)

General

Ozymandias is the oldest and largest of his clutch of eggs. Despite this- he didn’t really have much of a connection to his other brothers and sisters quite like his connection to his youngest brother.

Ozzy grew up in the shadow of Dagon- which had pros and cons.

Pros: No one would dare fuck with him or his brothers.

Cons: No one would dare even come near him or his brothers. Also Dagon- was not a very attentive father; he kinda just didn’t really care and better things to do. His mother was marginally better.

Ozzy and Goji’s mother showed a strong parental bias to the older and larger females of their clutch. Obviously, Goji would have to bear the brunt of this, being the smallest male, but Ozzy definitely didn’t get nearly as much attention as his sisters.

Fortunately, Ozzy didn’t grow up alone. When he was about 4 years old, he met a little orphaned Titan of snow-white scales and light blue eyes named Shimo.

(I know there was an older ask about Xenilla replacing Shimo in Abraxas- but I think it would be cool to have a very old and ancient Titan like Shimo that may have even been very close with Ozzy in the past, way before he met anyone like Tiamat or Mothra.)

(Also to quickly mention it because I’ve already described Shimo as female in a past ask- I’m calling her female here just because every leak is pointing towards that being the case. If they turn out to be male, I will happily eat my words (but only after I fantasize about what his dick looks like, of course). But even if she does turn out male, I will still stand by everything I have written here (even, and especially, the mate ones. Gay monsters are cool, dammit).)

Ozzy and Shimo were each other’s playmates and companions for their respective youths. Even Dagon grew to see his son playing with Shimo once or twice. Goji knew her as well- mostly from whenever Ozzy asked her to help him restrain his brother. She even froze him once or twice on Ozzy’s command.

Ozzy was Tiamat’s first mate; but I headcanon that Shimo was actually Ozzy’s first. Shimo was not nearly as much of a sex-freak that Tia was, but she was still able to keep pace with Ozzy and his nutso libido.

Not only were they best friends and mates in the later part of their relationship; they were steadfast comrades who’s very names were feared by the Gojirans’ enemies.

Ozymandias and Shimo were utterly unstoppable in every battle they fought by each other’s side. They would defeat legions of apes, devastate the MUTO population, and establish Gojiran dominance in both the Hollow Earth and the Surface.

They were so powerful together that Gigan had to wait centuries to put his plan of abducting Ozymandias into motion- as if he attacked while Shimo was still around, he was sure he’d be killed.

They were steadfast comrades, a mated pair, and best friends since they were hatchlings; so when Shimo vanished one day- Ozymandias had no real answer as to why. He has asked her to investigate a Hollow Earth portal- and she never returned. He scoured every inch of the Hollow Earth for her- and yet could find nothing. Of course- she was attacked, chained, and made into a war-mount by Skar- but Ozymandias would never know that or even see her again until he returned to Earth 2 million years later as Xenilla (or in an alternate scenario I’ll discuss later). In some timelines- he may have even died as Xenilla before ever getting to properly see her again…

Although Ozzy had Shimo and his brother for company… He was still pretty lonely. Being Dagon’s son forced him to inherit much of his father’s reputation of being a grumpy old asshole who picked fights for the fun of it. Not to mention, having a younger brother who did exactly that only worsened this problem. Ozzy was, however, nothing like his father in that respect.

Ozzy didn’t like fighting very much. Despite being 500 feet tall, having an extremely destructive purple atomic breath, and being the strongest of his clutch- he preferred diplomacy in any situation he could employ it. Unfortunately- the war with the Kongs was too far along for that to be possible, and there was no negotiating with the MUTOs. He preferred to talk, was very social and cordial, and had a very kind heart. He actually had more in common with Mothra than Goji (perhaps that’s one of the reasons that Goji eventually fell for Mothra).

He was, however, starved for company. Everyone knew him as the brilliant and untouchable champion of the lizards, and that he was capable of insane feats of strength and violence. Anytime anyone would see him, they would either turn tail and get the fuck out of dodge or be very frightened of him. He didn’t blame them for thinking like this, but he really hated his reputation- and somewhat resented his family for contributing to it.

Tiamat met him when she heard rumors of an god-like ‘King of Kings’ from her kin and other Titans. Curiosity spiked in her lust-addled young adult mind, and she sought him out. It was one of the only times someone had come up to Ozzy of their own accord- and he was rather shocked when the serpent rolled up and essentially said “wanna fuck the daylights out of me?”

Their relationship started as a physical one, but quickly grew emotional when Ozzy started to spend more time with her. Meeting and mating with Tiamat was exactly what Ozzy needed to shave off that reputation he hated so much.

Quick sidebit to talk about his title. He was named 'King of Kings’ by his kin, as the first King in a millennia to actually make progress in the war with the Kongs. The Kongs refused to use this title to refer to him, as it carried the assumption that he was King of anything- and to consider a lizard in a kingly manner was heresy to the Kongs. They dubbed him another name: Ultima.

The longer he stayed with Tiamat, the more his reputation came apart. Tiamat introduced him to her friends, which he became friends with in turn, and word of mouth began to spread that Ozzy really wasn’t that bad. He finally started getting around more, spending much of this part of his life traveling the globe and meeting as many of his Titan subjects as possible.

As many asks have established- he and Tia fucked. A lot. So damn much that it became a joke among their friends, and eventually their subjects, to call their cave system 'The Heat’. When he and Tia ran out of things to try in the bedroom with each other (in record fucking time, may I add?), they just started inviting others in to join them.

The logical conclusion of this was them hosting an event every year in the Spring where they opened up their cave for any heat-afflicted females or rut-sick males to have their respective problems solved. If there was one problem that Ozzy was not going to let his subjects deal with, it was a lack of intimacy or loneliness. He knew how that felt, and he didn’t want anyone else to deal with it on his watch.

As many who knew him would say- he had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. And unlike many other charismatic figures, he was actually genuine about it. He helped Tiamat see that a true intimate relationship was someone was more than sex, introduced Mothra to his younger brother, and generally was a very well loved king.

But all reigns need to end somewhere, and his would end so abruptly that it shocked the entire planet when word got around. He vanished one day. Tiamat simply heard a distressed roar echo across the waves- and when she rushed to her mate’s defense, he was gone. No bones, no remains, nothing. Panicked- she went straight to Mothra and Goji about this. Even then- Mothra could never find him. He was simply gone.

Of course, they wouldn’t discover the truth until millions of years later. Gigan lured him to an isolated island with the mimicked calls of a distressed kaiju. He rushed over to help, only to be jumped by at least 20 Infested Kaiju with highly potent tranquilizer weapons. He was knocked out, handed over to Gigan, and infested with the Cordyceps.

The fungus didn’t have total control, not at first. But it did have his mind, which it started to beat into submission with its indoctrination methods. It took the better half of twenty years for it to fully seize control of Ozzy’s body. Even then, Ozzy maintained a grip on his soul within the mind. He was still himself, and unlike millions of others, that was the one thing Xenilla could never take from him.

But it didn’t make things easy for Ozzy to hold onto his sense of self, not by a long shot. It actually probably made things worse for him- to remember who he was and what had been stolen from him. This was between the horrific bouts of torture, physical and mental, that Xenilla would utilize on him.

Xenilla loved killing, and it especially liked Ozzy’s reactions when he would use his body to torment, toy with, and kill his victims. Children especially would hurt Ozzy in such a deep way when Xenilla split their skulls open and let the parasites crawl into their brain-matter.

As soon as Xenilla discovered that Ozzy’s body could experience rut, it immediately became his favorite method of torment to use on him. Using drugs crafted by Gigan to artificially extend his periods of rut to be year-round made Ozzy desperately beg for any sort of relief, lest he go nuts from his screaming instincts.

Another one of Xenilla’s favorite methods of torture: sometimes Ozzy would drift off into sleep and begin to dream of home, of what he left behind. Any time this would happen- Xenilla would jolt him awake with a cold sensation against his spine once he had gotten about a minute into the dream. He would do this any time to break his concentration whenever he even began to think about Earth. Soon, he naturally forgot his brother and mates’ faces…

One day, the begging, choked sobs, the anger- it all vanished. Xenilla suspects that he simply pushed Ozzy too far and he just dissociated- because he stopped sensing a presence. He was still there, just, asleep. No matter what Xenilla did, he could not wake him up. It angered Xenilla to no end. Playing with Ozzy like this was one of his favorite things in life. It angered and actually depressed him so much that even his conquests became boring.

That was, until, 1 million years later… when he stumbles upon a tiny backwater world mostly made of water… Xenilla descends from the heavens, roars in challenge to the worlds’ greatest warriors, and up rolls Godzilla. It was his roar, the response to Xenilla’s challenge, that stirred Ozzy for the first time in a million years. As soon as he realized what was happening, where Xenilla was, and who was standing before him… He felt the most fear he had ever felt in his entire life. His awakening stirred Xenilla, too- and the feeling of having Ozzy screaming at him and pleading with every fiber of his being not to hurt Goji did something to him- it was the best feeling he had ever felt.

Of course- after a display like that- Xenilla was in no way going to leave Earth in peace, no… He was going to draw this out as much as possible- toy with Godzilla and the other Titans for as long as he could until they were as broken as Ozzy. He knew that this would likely be his last ride with Ozzy, his last chance to inflict torture upon him before he shuts down completely. He wanted to savor every last second of it. He could’ve destroyed Earth and the Titans in a heartbeat, but decided that Ozzy’s pain was more important to him than any divine instructions from the Hivemind or Gigan.

However, this was the only real mistake that Xenilla would make. Whether the Titans destroy him completely, killing Ozzy in the process, or actually manage to save Ozymandias- it was Xenilla’s inability to put aside his hunger for suffering that led to his death.

Abraxas - King of Kings Ending

(considering he traditionally dies in Genocide and Coexistence (at least the more widely accepted versions of them) I’m referring to the ending in which he survives as 'King of Kings’. This is just for simplicity’s sake, it doesn’t really need to be a third route, I’m just doing this for this post so I don’t have to deal with a bunch of confusing vocabulary. King of Kings is the ending to Xenilla’s story where Ozymandias is saved, that’s what I’m defining this section as: The Post-Xenilla Ozzy.)

The process to remove the parasite is an extremely complex series of surgeries done after Godzilla and crew beats Xenilla in combat- knocking him out and shipping him off to Apex to be sedated and the fungus painstakingly purged from his body.

He isn’t allowed to wake up for 2 months and 3 weeks. When he finally does, the first thing he sees are the magenta eyes of his brother leaning over his giant surgery table under Apex’s Hong Kong facility.

The day of his awakening is… emotional, to say the very least. Every Titan allowed to see him cries- a lot. Even the ones that didn’t really know him super well. The only one of Goji’s close allies that is not allowed to see him is Kong, for fear that Ozzy might react poorly to the presence of an ape.

In the order of which they were allowed to see Ozzy:

Godzilla is a fucking mess from the moment his brother opens his eyes to a literal week after, despite describing that week as 'the brightest time of my life’.

Shimo, while typically a calm and serious kaiju, couldn’t hold back her well of half-frozen tears from seeing her best friend again- refusing to stop apologizing for being taken by Skar even after being assured that it was never her fault and that no one could seriously blame her for it.

For what seems like the first time in her life, Tiamat is content simply to be with another person- no explicit activities involved. Simply being allowed to wrap lovingly around Ozzy and rest her head on his chest was enough.

Vivienne walked into his surgery room feeling- conflicted. Shockingly, none of it was about Ozzy. It was about Gigan, and about her final fight with him, what she saw onboard the Mothership. Getting to see all that, see Ghidorah’s legacy, see such stark reminders of the monster that ripped her life from her- it opened old wounds she thought were healed. She wanted to tell someone about it, speak to Mothra or maybe even Goji about it- but she would feel selfish doing that, making everything about her when they needed to focus on bringing Ozzy back. When she walked into the surgery room, saw Shimo, Godzilla, and Tiamat all with tears in their eyes and surrounding the titanic creature, when Goji introduced Abraxas as one of his best friends through stutters and choking sobs, when Ozymandias looked towards her and introduced himself with such a happy and joyful disposition despite what he had just been through- even memories of Ghidorah faded away for that moment. She’d talk to Mothra later, right now was the time to be happy.

Of course, the first thing Mothra had to do was comfort her King as he had been non-stop tearing up for about 30 minutes at this point. After he is somewhat stabilized from his rampant joyous sobbing and laughter, she climbs up on Ozzy’s bed, and just looks into his eyes, observing the beating life in them. To see them devoid of all color and whitened when he was possessed was the most terrifying thing about Xenilla to her, and it was something she had not been able to unsee in the months of their conflict with him. Now, she just tries her best to take in his rampant smile and lively purple eyes to replace Xenilla’s lifeless ones.

Dagon and Barb enter next. Ozzy’s confused at first as to who the machine is when Goji calls him Dagon. After a brief explanation, Dagon states how he’s happy to see Ozzy again and that if he could cry at that moment, he would. Ozzy gets up, walks over to him, and touches his arm;

“Can you feel this?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Then Ozzy just full-body hugs him- despite how cold the metal is.

“I missed you, dad.”

Barb, Rodan, Behemoth, and all the other Titans and that wanted to meet him introduce themselves. When they all first walk in, Ozzy’s overwhelmed at first.

“These people- they’re all here for me?”

“They all helped save you, so yeah- they want to see if you’re doing ok, and also meet the famous 'King of Kings while they’re at it.”

Of course, Ozzy’s floored that all these Titans showed for him. Through quick handshakes, he promises each one that he’ll seek them out later to introduce himself properly.

Then, they allow all the humans to meet him. They let all of the Monarch and Apex staff that helped to save him say hi. Ozzy’s mind is actually malfunctioning at this point due to so many people actually wanting to talk with and meet him.

“These are just the ones that helped! These aren’t even the civilians that can’t wait to see the King of Kings in all his glory.�� Rodan tells him.

“There are more of them?!?! How many more wish to meet me??”

“Jeez- uh, rough estimate? Most of the world.” Abraxas chimes in.

“They’re- not scared of me?”

“Maybe once, but humans fear that which they can’t understand. Now? The Titans have saved us all hundreds of times. You’re all Gods to us, Guardians, defenders. Now? People look to towering monsters with hope. Now? They’ll love you.” Maia tells him.

It’s enough to get the tear ducts welling up again.

When Goji finally takes him to meet Kong a little later, the first thing he has to say to the ape is an apology. He apologizes for what happened to the remaining apes, their banishment, and Kong’s orphaning. He says that it’s something he’d never have let happen if he was still around, and how he hopes that Kong could forgive him for his hand in destroying his people. It’s- honestly overwhelming to Kong that any kaiju would offer sympathy for the results of the war. Even the one he’d expect that from most, Mothra, never offered words like that. Suffice to say, Ozzy immediately goes on Kong’s list of 'people I actively respect’.

When Ozzy finally leaves the depths of Apex’s facility fully recovered, he actually recoils at the warmth of the sun and breeze of the wind. He stops moving for a second and Goji turns to find him stuck and looking up at the sun.

“Brother? Are you alright?”

“Yes. Please, go ahead. I’m- going to be here for a while.”

Goji leaves him for a second as Ozzy closes his eyes, breathes in, and exhales the fresh air. He returns to his brother later with fresh tears in his eyes.

“I had forgotten- how warm the Sun was…”

Shamhat

(ok- this parts gonna be a little out there, I know. It’s an extremely unlikely thing to happen and I’m not expecting it to- this is just kind of a What If that may even spark some additional ideas on how to introduce additional kaiju into Shamhat. I don’t think this contradicts anything said in Shamhat, I can’t remember Ozzy ever being mentioned in that story. This is kind of a workaround to introduce him into that timeline without having to have a war against Xenilla- although it does totally cut out that part of his character… Again, you can totally disregard this section; there’s probably lots of ways to bring Ozzy into that story that aren’t this one, this one just conveniently includes another kaiju who could also be a problematic addition to include; and also deals with some undefined lore parts of that timeline that I’ve actually been curious about whilst reading. Additionally, there are a few other headcanons here that just involve what Ozzy would do if he were in Shamhat.)

First off: the namesake of the story. We know that Mothra and Godzilla inspired the legend of Enkidu and Shamhat with their week-long time at an oasis, but there is still a major part of that myth this is undefined in this timeline- Gilgamesh. Who inspired that part of the Epic? Well, I actually think that Ozymandias is probably the best candidate here. But for him to actually establish a city and rule it like he would have Uruk, he needs to not be abducted back when humans were still evolving into Homo Sapiens (at least that’s when I picture him being abducted). So- he just doesn’t. Whether Gigan fails to kidnap him or he just never finds Earth at all, a very major change in the Shamhat timeline is that Ozzy stays on Earth and is never actually abducted. But- that doesn’t mean he can’t still vanish… and he still does, albeit for only around 2000 years this time, until the modern day. Why? Because he caught the whiff of a scent he hadn’t smelled for millions of years; Shimo. As soon as he catches the lightest whiff of his best friend from a nearby Hollow Earth Portal… he’s gone. Instantly, he rushes into the Hollow Earth with reckless abandon, portal shutting behind him, and vanishes from the surface world. Despite having his brother and mate on the surface, he knows he needs to do this- and he hopes they will understand if he doesn’t show his face for a little while. However, what he finds in the Hollow Earth is something he realizes he’ll need a little longer than 'a little while’ to handle- a fully rebuilt Kong Empire, right under his nose, and one with a scarred king at the helm, and Shimo as his personal pet. At this realization- the fury of Ozymandias knows no bounds- and he swears an oath, right there, that he is not to return home unless it is with Shimo by his side and the apes consigned to his nuclear flames. A little while turns into 2000 years of a one-man war with the Skar King- one that Ozymandias wins. Breaking Shimo’s chains, reunited for the first time in 2 million years, the two return to a fully changed surface world.

The two emerge from a Hollow Earth Portal on Skull Island, shrink down, and pretty quickly encounter a human-shifted Kong along with Andrews and Jia. Suffice to say, everyone is freaked out for their own reasons. Andrews (to her infinite credit) manages to defuse a potentially very violent encounter between the kaiju, and gets Ozzy to talk about who he is and where he’s come from. At this point- Godzilla’s sensed the insanely potent scent that Ozymandias exudes, and rushes to find Tiamat so they can investigate. Thus, the Infant Island gang takes a brief field trip to Skull Island. By this point, Ozzy’s gotten to talk to Kong a little and is relieved that there’s an ape around that doesn’t want his head on a mantle. He’s happy to introduce himself and Shimo to the Monarch folk and tries to establish a diplomatic relationship with both Kong and Monarch (through ahem whatever means he deems appropriate…). Goji and crew arrive later, absolutely over the moon to find Ozzy alive- but simultaneously a little ticked off that he up and vanished one random day without telling anyone. After a brief explanation and an introduction of Shimo (who’s introduction and explanation make Tiamat more than a little jealous…), Ozzy reassures everyone that he doesn’t intend to vanish off the face of the Earth again any time soon.

As soon as he catches wind of the Great Infant Island Mating Press- he wants in. He needs a vacation after all that shit went down in the Hollow Earth for 2000 years. Shimo probably needs one more, having not fucked anything in 2 million years. Ozzy’s so into the idea, in fact, he invites Kong and Andrews and basically insists that they join them. They end up convinced, and return to Infant just in time for Mothra’s heat to rear it’s pheromone-laced head again.

Ozzy immediately gets nostalgic for his and Tiamat’s 'Housewarming Events’ they used to hold. This is a policy he fully intends to revisit now that he’s home. Randomly in the middle of the Season, he’ll vanish for like 3 days and come back with another Titan to join them. He’ll literally do tours of the planet on like a weekly basis, running around with his rut blazing and acting like a sex ice cream truck- into the territories of other Titans yelling “COME GET YOUR HOLES FILLED AT INFANT ISLAND!! :D” Recognizing the old King of King’s scent- everyone immediately knows what’s on and the venue changes from Tiamat’s sex cave into Mothra’s sex island. There’s at least 20 new Titans in like 3 weeks…

Despite all the new guests- Ozzy is still fucking insatiable. 2000 years of no sex really did something to him. Nobody can outpace him- even Tiamat gets left in the dust. Once, Goji goes out for an 8 hour patrol, and returns to find his brother on the couch of the main building, left arm around Rodan, right arm around Tiamat, Vivienne passed out on his lap, Mothra and her priestess out cold on the carpet, San slouched up against the couch with Maia in his grip, Shimo catnapping on the dining table, Kong out cold against the sliding glass door with Andrews in his grasp, and the Skullcrawlers all passed out in various dubious positions.

“Oh, hello brother! How was your patrol?”

“What the- HOW?!”

“How… am I doing? I’m great, how are you?”

(wowsers that post got big. I guess I just had a lot of stuff about this guy to get off my chest, sorry for blasting this novel into your inbox, lol. Here’s to the big horndog King of Kings, right? Feel free to drop your own hcs you haven’t mentioned before if you want. Also I wrote this in an external program and tumblr may have fucked over my formatting soooo- that’s probably not completely my fault if it’s bad.)

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Good lord that’s a lot of Ozzy!

I like the inclusion of Shimo (huh, what few leaks I’ve seen says male, though I personally prefer Shimo female because the monster roster is all sausage) and that she was mates with Ozzy before Tiamat. Makes sense that Ozzy being so lonesome by reputation would translate to an insane sex drive, physical affection must be like a drug to him.

[noctiilio]

Since you seem to like the Dream World Duo, did you know they actually have a speaking cameo in the officially licensed game Lost Word (at least according to the TV tropes article and the wiki, haven't played the game)

I am. TERRIFIED by this message. I think it's about time i express my deepest fear: Lost word is. Not a piece of media i regard fondly. I played it on launch unassuming and blissfully unaware of what i had gotten myself into. However my time was short lived because the way the characters were written genuinely threw me off. Not only is it stock full of fanservice which is a whole can of worms, but everyone feels ooc. It's kind of detrimental to the portrayal of these characters imo bc i look and them and go "that's not...? Who is this. Who the hell is this. Huh, Kaguya would NOT fucking say that." Like, when i tell you i uninstalled the game as soon as i heard Flandre's "friends" bond tier voice line, because they made her ambiguously sound like she's moaning at you. WHICH I DONT NEED TO TELL YOU IS MAKING ME FEEL ILL. If i had to point out what's wrong with LW, i'd just point at Nameless Horror Junko. They felt the need to turn you know, The Mom of All Time into a child, keep her outfit from her original INCLUDING the split that lets her naked legs peek through her dress, its just. Saying it's Not Good is an understatement. They have this trend of making "l*li" alts for established character INCLUDING THOSE WHO ARE CHILDREN BY DEFAULT LIKE REMILIA so idk what to tell you other than lost word is every single thing that sickens me at once, leave these girls alone they already suffer enough from character assassination as is Which leads me to the dream world twins. I sincerely hope and implore everything holy that they don't appear in this game because their characters would be butchered and disfigured to the point that their whole lore would be unrecognizable. They would both be incredibly OOC. AND i don't even wanna know what they're gonna do to them to "appeal" to the playerbase. They already suffer enough, i've seen horrors i can't even begin to speak of. They're very obscure characters. You have to dig up their lore to really understand their whole deal. Hell! Very few people know these characters are children, because they don't take the time to look up their original portrayal! Every single time i see someone sexualize mugetsu's maid dress or portray gengetsu as a predator i lose a decade of my lifespan. So if LW truly implements them it's gonna be the last blow. LW's popularity will make them more accessible to fans who don't know them but they're going to disfigure them completely. i truly hope this never fucking happens for the twins' sake, i'll be devastated. It's a monkey paw curl scenario, they become more popular but they''ll have nothing to do with what i find charming anymore. And unlike Flandre and Junko, who are more popular, their obscurity will leave their portrayal permanently scarred.

[taliah-tezel]

When she originally walked on into the clubhouse after noticing a light on, there wasn’t any chance she could have anticipated this. It wasn’t about seeing Cole here, of course, that wasn’t surprising; it was about the weight of the things he shared. Things she let him know he could share, so maybe, just maybe, she could help him carry it in order to keep him afloat. But that was always the hope, the goal, for any of his struggles, confession & worries. Taliah only ever wanted to try and make it better for him and just be there in times when that wasn’t possible. He deserved that, hell, he deserved more than that, if she could give him a magic key to solve every wrong done to him, she fucking would. “I know,” pulling in an unsteady breath when he closes his eyes, she takes a moment just to look over his features with his face still cupped in her hands. The way his eyes scrunched, the crease in the middle of his forehead, the way his cheeks wet with tears glimmered under the lights - the anguish was written all over his face even without the visual aid of his troubled hues. To her, it was nothing short of devastating to witness. It was a problem she couldn’t resolve, a painful thought, a wish that Cole was always going to have because there was no way to change it.

“I know so.” Replying without missing a beat, she scarcely returns the faint smile on his own lips. “You’re so hard on yourself, Cole. You think too much about being or acting immoral that you forget how decent you are. Or even just the reasons behind any immoral action you’ve taken… Because there’s always a reason, isn’t there? And is that reason not usually love?” Not expecting or even wanting an answer, her words were only spoken to try and remind him of the very thing that fuels his heart – love. And maybe he would argue it was fire, or rage, but she would firmly disagree, tell him that those are just counterparts of what love is. “You’re a good man, kind… So yes, your mother would be proud of you.” Nodding, she reiterates just to drive her point home, hoping it would resonate even just a little. She doesn’t take her eyes off his, not even when the more anxious side of her wanted to hide once her tears became obvious enough for him to be wiping them away. “You’re my angel,” she shrugs gently, words she truly believed, too. Her heart couldn’t possibly bleed this much for anything less than a human so holy he blessed the ground he walked on. “Oh please, there’s no way I could have taken you then. Now? Bet. The day Nate showed me how to throw a knock out was a day he now rightfully regrets,” setting a slightly brighter grin on her face in spite of the quiet sniffle – the red nose, the glassy eyes that were forcefully holding back a tidal wave of emotion.

“Of course,” smiling as she rested her chin on his shoulder, “What is it gangsters say, real recognize real?” Giggling, she squeezes him tightly and takes a deep breath, sighing it out softly. “I know that it hurts, every what if scenario usually does…” Leaning back, she kisses his left cheek, then his right, and rests her hands on his shoulders. “Everyone in this world has something they wish they could have done differently, we’re only human, it’s ok to have those thoughts. But you need to remember that if even just one thing in your past was changed, it would change your future, it would change you.” Taliah smiles sadly. “I’m not saying that I don’t wish you had less pain and heartbreak because of course I do, I’m saying that those things had a part to play in who you are now… And you, my kind, beautiful, angel boy, this exact version of you… he’s incomparable & irreplaceable. So, you go forward from here,” she adds, addressing his earlier comment. “One step, one breath, at your own speed and with the help of your family. We have your back. I have your back, I'd fight a pack of wild animals for you... And I would win, obviously."

Cole had always lived life on a dare– leaping before looking and never bothering to check and see if there was a safety net somewhere at the bottom, ready to catch him. Often, there wasn’t, but he barreled over the edge anyway. He didn’t feel that way now though. For most of his life, he had been afraid of being vulnerable and so, logically, he should have felt fear in the way he was opening up now and allowing all of that raw emotion to seep through the cracks in the foundation he’d built. It wasn’t as sturdy as he’d thought it was, but rather than feel that fear of letting all of it show, he felt an odd, rare sense of peace instead. Because there was a safety net ready to catch him, wasn’t there? In a lot of ways, he figured his friendship with Taliah had always felt like one and now was no different. She’d never judged him for the way he led his life, had never tried to change him into something he could never be. She’d always simply just…looked at him, faults and all, and decided that he was worth taking a chance on. And so it certainly didn’t surprise him that she was so willing to catch him now that he’d fallen much like Icarus had the moment he’d flown just a touch too close to the sun.

He’d always relied on touch to express what he was thinking or feeling. Spoken word had never been his strong suit and after thirty-seven years of trying to change that, he didn’t see it shifting any time soon. Naturally, he leaned into Taliah’s embrace much like a child would grapple for his mother’s hand. That feeling of warmth and safety was so seldom felt that Cole didn’t even realize he wasn’t grasping for it until he was already sucked in. Listen to me– as if he had any other choice. Easing back just enough so that he could meet her gaze, Cole nodded, a silent bid for her to continue because he was listening. Despite the fog of grief and shame, coated with a layer of Jack Daniels, she had his undivided attention– as if the very words she chose could somehow save him. Swallowing hard as her hands lightly gripped the sides of his face, keeping his gaze locked straight ahead, on her, Cole didn’t waver. He kept his eyes leveled with hers, his blue a stark contrast to her warm brown, and it didn’t take long for his own to well up with tears once again the moment she spoke about Diana. Out of everyone he’d ever known, his own mother had been the most misunderstood– the most troubled person. And yet Taliah seemed to understand her perfectly. She had been a beautiful woman– certainly a woman who deserved far more than the hand the world had dealt her. “Just wish I coulda helped her see that, you know?” He pinched his eyes shut– not simply because he took note of how she brushed his tears away, but because she’d told him he was worth it. Somehow, he was worth everything Jeffrey had put Diana through. Admittedly, that had been the part he’d been struggling with the most ever since finding out. Why had Diana subjected herself to so much torment solely because of him? Daring to peek his eyes open, he offered a small smile, knowing that Taliah was right– Diana had known all along what battles were worth fighting and which ones weren’t. Cole only hated that it had taken him years to realize it. 

She would be so proud of you. Often, he wondered. Would Diana approve? He’d turned out just like her brother, but from what Cole could tell, his mother had adored Michael just as much as everyone else did. “You think so?” He asked, smiling gently as he knocked his head in a small, uncertain shake. It was easy for him to question it. Diana, though she tried, had not been the best mother, often leaving Cole to fend for himself very early in life. But now he understood that she really had just been doing the best she could, that she truly had wanted him, despite not really knowing what to do once she held Cole in her arms. Watching as a stray tear leaked from Taliah’s eyes and began to slide down her cheek, he raised a hand, his thumb quickly brushing it away. He shook his head again then– no, he didn’t know why she called him angel. “I ain’t no angel, darlin’,” he protested, chuckling gently despite the weight he felt in the center of his chest, tugging him down. 

It’s because you shine. Cole’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, a mix of sadness and gratitude blending together on his face. Had anyone ever spoken about him with that much conviction? She truly believed what she was saying, and although Cole himself couldn’t possibly wrap his mind around it, he was grateful that someone could– someone could look beyond the worst fucking things he’d ever done. He laughed then at her reference to the past and punching other MC members, offering up what was perhaps the first genuine smile he’d felt all night, even if it was interrupted by a hiccuped sob. “Dunno if that was kindness or me just worryin’ ya’d kick my ass too.” Leaning into her embrace again, Cole nodded, allowing her words to lessen the weight he felt on his shoulders, like they were somehow breathing life back into him. It was just the way their friendship had always been. Built on support, trust, and respect, Cole figured it could withstand anything— even his confession about Jeff. “I love ya too,” he murmured back, hugging his arms around her again. “Ya always have, haven’t ya?” Understood him, that was. He’d always been the sort of man who had more love within him than he possibly knew what to do with, but it was often tucked away in favor of the rage he’d always known more intimately. He knew he didn’t need to explain that to Taliah, though— she’d seen it firsthand. “Just don’t really know where to go from here, y’know?” He continued, shaking his head as another wave of sadness rushed over him, “There’s so much I’d do different. Guess I’m just havin’ a hard time gettin’ right with it all.” 

[hyungieyoongi]

Sleep

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 2,300+ 

Genre: fluffy + angst (because I am clearly stressed studying for my final exams, and I am projecting that into my writing) + HYBE employee from America falling for Joonie b/c who wouldn’t

Sleep wouldn’t come. She tossed and turned for a couple of hours before realizing it was futile with how fast her mind was turning over possible scenarios, worries, and anxieties one after the other. She sighed, pulling back her covers and bringing her laptop from the nightstand on top of her comforter. If she couldn’t sleep, she would at least get some work done for tomorrow.

Yawning, she opened her computer, logging in and sorting through the emails she had ignored since getting home from the HYBE offices. If something was really urgent, she would get a call. She looked over the text with glazed eyes, fighting the urge to go back to sleep, knowing she would feel wide awake as soon as her head hit the pillow again.

The truth is, she kept thinking of him. The thoughts kept streaming in, refusing to let her rest or even work. Today had hurt. It had felt like someone was laughing in her face at the sick cosmic joke the universe had played on her, forcing her to deal with her growing and overwhelming feelings for someone she could never have.

A new hire in the public relations department of the label falling for the leader of the biggest band in the world? It had disaster written all over it. Which is exactly what she told Namjoon. He had laughed, saying she was being paranoid, that they weren’t doing anything wrong by hanging out, getting closer, but she knew better. She wasn’t laughing. And by the end of their conversation today, he wasn’t either. Instead, he was looking at her like she had slapped him in the face, ruining any chance of a normal relationship between them.

“Ha, normal,” she thought with a slight, sardonic chuckle. Like anything involving this situation could be classified as normal. She knew how she felt–there was nothing normal about that considering their situation. Two people from different sides of the world, the employee-employer aspect of it all…not to mention the fact that he was a beloved Idol and completely untouchable. It could never work, she knew that. So why was he being so stubborn? He was fighting her every step of the way, telling her that the way they felt about each other warranted at least trying to be together. But it wasn’t that easy. If they didn’t work out, well, easy enough for him to move on and forget this ever happened. But, for her, it meant career devastation.

“But what if it did work out,” Y/N whispered to herself, letting the warm feeling of possibility wrap around her like a hug. She didn’t let the sensation linger, squashing it with a shake of her head as she began to furiously type to try and distract herself from the broken record that was her head versus her heart.

Her phone began to softly buzz on the nightstand next to her. She glanced at the time on her computer - 1:04 a.m. A little late for even an emergency client call. She reached for the phone, answering before checking the name on the screen.

“This is Y/N,” she said, putting on her best professional tone despite her current state of being tucked into bed in her pajamas.

“Y/N.” She knew right away she made a mistake answering the phone.

“Namjoon,” she whispered into the receiver. “What’s - what’s going on? Are you alright?” She shook her head with worry, assuming the only reason he could be calling at this hour after the way the day had transpired was for an emergency.

“Yes, no, well, technically yes,” Namjoon said. It sounded like he was on a busy street. Not hard considering her location in downtown Seoul, but he was clearly outside rather than calling from his home with the rest of BTS.

“Why are you calling me? It’s late, Namjoon,” Y/N said, not really knowing what to say. Alarm bells were ringing in her head, but she needed to know he was really okay before hanging up.

“I know, I - I’m outside,” Namjoon said. Y/N felt her breath catch, realizing the noisy street in the background was her street. She got up like a shot, keeping the phone to her ear as she rushed to the window, pushing the curtain to the side and peering out, seeing a bundled up Namjoon on the phone outside of her apartment building door. He was wearing a black hat, mask covering the lower half of his face, glasses perched on his nose–an attempt to look inconspicuous. He seemed to sense someone’s eyes on him, looking up at her window. She reeled back from the window, tripping over a nearby chair in her haste.

“Fuck,” Y/N swore under her breath, gaining her balance.

“Y/N, please,” Namjoon whispered. She knew he had seen her, but she needed another 30 seconds to gather herself before she could really, truly wrap her head around the situation. It was late. He was here. “Y/N?” Namjoon said her name like a question, wondering if he had lost her.

“I’m here. I - I’ll buzz you up,” Y/N said, grabbing a sweatshirt out of her top drawer to pull over her loose t-shirt and shorts to try and cover up at least some of herself. She counted backwards from ten, knowing exactly how long it would take him to get in the door and up the stairs until...

Two knocks on the door broke her out of her dreamlike state. She tiptoed to the door, opening it slowly, taking in the sight before her. She hadn’t seen him since their fight, and, honestly, she assumed she really would never see him like this again. Frazzled, hair messed up from anxiously running his fingers through it again and again.

He bore his eyes into her so intently she looked down at a worn spot on the floor to avoid them. She saw one of his feet step forward toward her, and she instinctively stepped back away from him. He stopped. She looked up. He looked - hurt. Hurt that she had stepped away from him. Hurt that she was so clearly uncomfortable with the situation. The easy way they used to talk to each other, laugh with each other in the hallways outside of his studio - it was gone. He wanted so desperately to get it back, see the glimmer in her eyes right before she hit him with a sarcastic comeback, watch her cheeks get red when he teased her. He craved it, that comfort, that familiarity.

She spoke first.

“Namjoon, what are you doing here?” She knew she needed to be direct - get to the point so he could leave and she could get back to pretending everything was fine–normal, even.

“I couldn’t leave things the way we left them today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about everything I wanted to say but didn't. I felt like, well, I felt like I lost you. And I couldn’t stomach that. I just couldn’t,” Namjoon said quietly. They were still standing in her doorway. Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes. She blamed exhaustion. She took a deep breath before turning away, walking toward the kitchen. He took it as an invitation to come inside, closing and locking the door behind him as he took off his coat. He heard the kettle start to hiss with the sound of boiling water and smiled - tea. Of course she was making tea. Her way to cope with stressful situations, with emotional coworkers, was always to make them tea.

Namjoon shuffled into the kitchen, hands in his pockets, mask and jacket now removed, as he watched her work, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet and popping tea bags into each of them. The kettle started to get louder, causing her to jump slightly at the interruption to the otherwise silence throughout her apartment. She poured the water slowly, knowing that, when it was done, she would have to look at him again. When she couldn’t avoid it anymore, she turned, handing him a mug.

“Here,” she said simply, passing him and heading to her couch, sitting on the corner of it and curling her feet under her. Namjoon followed her lead yet again, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. He felt like he was a mile from her instead of a few feet. He waited.

“I don’t like the way we left things either,” Y/N said. Namjoon turned his head to her, eyes wide with anticipation and hope. She didn’t return his gaze. “But,” his heart sank, “I can’t change my mind. This is the way things have to be.” She took a long sip of tea, shivering at the contact with hot liquid.

“You can’t, or you don’t want to?” Namjoon said, realizing what she had really said.

Y/N looked at him shocked, realizing she had slipped up in her argument - she might be trying to fight this rationally, but her heart clearly wasn’t all the way in it.

“I - I don’t know,” Y/N said, defeated.

“Yes, you do,” Namjoon encouraged, putting his mug down on the coffee table. He turned to her fully now, refusing to break eye contact with her. “You just don’t want to admit it to yourself because then it will all be real. All the late-night phone calls when we’re stressed, the meals in my studio together. All of it.”

Her eyes got wide and her mouth opened slightly before she quickly shut it and composed herself.

“If it’s real, we’ll both just end up getting hurt, and you know that. You can’t sit here and pretend it’s all going to be okay. Because it’s just - it’s just not,” Y/N suddenly felt more tired than she had all night, dropping her head into her hands and covering her face with her shaking fingers. She felt a tug on her right hand, Namjoon’s warm fingers circling hers as he pulled both hands away from her face. He got up from the couch, kneeling in front of her. She looked up slightly, meeting him eye-level in front of her. He put their joined hands in her lap, stroking the back of her hand subconsciously with her thumb, comforting her.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not going anywhere before you believe it?” Namjoon asked. “It doesn’t matter if it gets complicated or difficult or messy. I will be here for you. I will fight for us.” The exasperation, love, and his own exhaustion were written in his eyes as he scanned hers for reassurance that she felt the same way - that she knew she couldn’t keep going on denying what felt right.

“How can you be so sure?” Y/N asked quietly. He let out a breath, gripping her hands tighter as he brought his face closer to hers.

“Because I’m in love with you. I love you, Y/N,” Namjoon whispered. He saw the emotion flicker across her face, tears fill her eyes. He didn’t have any other words - he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her, more passionately than he had ever kissed her. He poured every ounce of love and emotion into that kiss, wanting her to know and to feel exactly how he felt. She hesitated at first before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, his own dropping down around her waist and bringing their bodies as close as possible given their position.

Y/N pulled back first, trying to catch her breath. He looked at her expectantly, hoping she would let him hear the words he so badly wanted - no, needed - to hear.

“Namjoon, I love you, too,” Y/N whispered into the small space between them. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest, finally being able to say those three words to the man that had entered every part of her soul and refused to leave. The man in front of her who was smiling bigger than she had ever seen. He stood up, grabbing her right hand and bringing her to stand in front of him. Then, he grabbed her and spun her around, both of their laughter filling her apartment. After all of the tension, the stress of the day - it felt like the pieces were falling into place again.

He put her back on her feet, looking down at her with the most love and adoration. Her cheeks were tinged pink from laughter, her lips slightly swollen from their kissing. He had never seen her look so beautiful.

“What are we going to do?” Y/N asked, her joy from their mutual admissions of love being replaced with worry. Her forehead scrunched down slightly in worry. He kissed her on the forehead, then both cheeks, then the corner of her mouth, before placing a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled back, placing his forehead on hers.

“We’ll figure it out - together,” he said simply, confidently. He felt her nod slightly in affirmation against his head, his eyes closing as he just took in this moment between them. Hell, he had waited so long, he needed to just soak it in.

He felt her take his hand in hers, opening his eyes to look at the woman he loved. She led him to her bed, climbing in under the covers while he took off his shoes before climbing in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling as he felt her head nuzzle into his chest, body forming perfectly to his side. He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. Y/N felt Namjoon’s breathing slow down slightly.

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

“I love you, too,” she responded, snuggling closer to him, closing her mind to the stress that was to come, knowing that Namjoon would be by her side when it did. His arms tightened around her as they both fell asleep. It was the best night of sleep they both had gotten in a long time.

[frostedfaves]

Repercussions (15)

Masterlist

Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda search for their printsessa with the help of Tony.

Warnings: dark themes, gun use, blood mention, serious injury

A/N: am I devastated that this is the final part of one of my favorite things I’ve ever written? absolutely! but I’m also really happy with myself for being able to turn the images in my head for this ending into coherent words. I’ve been holding onto this idea for weeks and I’m ecstatic to see everyone’s response to it. I’ll be letting you know later on this week what’s coming next! 👀

Previous part

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With Clint’s assistance, Natasha and Wanda were able to quickly create a plan and make their way to the last base, using the fear and anger of their girlfriend’s disappearance to barrel through anyone that stood in the way of intel collection. They wasted no time in waking everyone up when they returned to the safe house.

“Is there a security breach?” Steve questioned as the group gathered, and Natasha tossed the hard drive at him.

“We got everything, and we need to get back--”

“Oh, I get it,” Sam cut in with an eye roll. “They rushed through the mission to get back to their girlfriend so they can cuddle and all that cute shit--”

“She’s missing!” Wanda growled as her eyes began to glow, causing Sam to step back a few feet with wide eyes.

Everyone aside from Clint started asking questions all at once, and Natasha shut them all down with a stern command to be ready to fly out in ten minutes. Bags were packed and bodies were dressed as the team rushed to get to the jet, afraid of what might happen if they delayed the two women any longer.

“While we’re checking out the house, I need someone looking into Wesley L/N,” Natasha ordered, nodding as Tony volunteered and sending him all the information she had.

“Who is this, her brother?”

“Her cousin, if that’s even true--”

“It is, we checked the family history,” Wanda insisted, grabbing Natasha’s hand with a shaky breath. “They’re really close, he wouldn’t hurt her.”

“We don’t know that! Anyone can do something terrible if they’re pushed far enough--”

“Stop! Just fucking stop!” Wanda cried out as she covered her face with her hands, and Natasha moved to wrap her arms around her as she sat in the seat beside her.

“I’m sorry, Wan. I’m just worried and my brain is wired to go to the worst case scenario instantly.”

Wanda simply sniffled as tears started spilling down her cheeks again, leaning her head against Natasha’s shoulder as she accepted the comforting embrace. After a few minutes of silence between the pair, Wanda dropped her hands into her lap as she glanced at green eyes already absentmindedly staring at her, lowering her voice as she spoke.

“I want to ruin his mind before we kill him.”

-

The house felt empty and colder without your presence, every step on the carpeted floor of the front room seemed to echo around the building. Tears threatened to build in Wanda’s eyes again but she held them back, intent on believing that they will find you and bring you back where you belong. Only they could take care of what you needed.

A heavy feeling washed over their hearts when they entered your solo room and discovered some of your clothes and shoes were missing, along with the travel bag you’d first arrived with. The guest room Wesley resided in was also void of his presence, and anything that could clue them into where he’d taken you. 

“Tash, look.”

Natasha followed her gaze to the security room, cursing loudly in Russian when she noticed the door left wide open. She stormed inside, clenching her fist in anger when she noticed the tiny plastic baggie holding the miniscule tracker that was supposed to be in your leg right now.

“He’s a psychiatrist, not a fucking surgeon!” she fumed as she showed the object to Wanda. “How did he get this out?!”

Wanda walked around her to get to one of the computers, logging in as fast as her fingers would allow her to type and bringing up the security footage from the last several days. For the most part, the two of you acted normally, doing all the things you’d told them about like playing games and watching TV, but the sight of the two of you emerging from the TV room in the basement and entering the game room brought something to her attention.

“Did you see that?” She backed up the footage and switched over to slow motion. “She’s limping.”

“Isn’t that the day she hurt her leg in the backyard?”

“Yes, but…” The backyard footage is brought up next and skipped through until the moment of your ‘injury’. “This happened almost two hours later, meaning--”

“It was a cover for the tracker removal.” Natasha cursed once more as she released a frustrated sigh. “She’s getting locked in her room as soon as she gets back here.”

A notification similar to a phone ringing went off on one of the monitors, and the two women scurried over to answer the incoming call from Tony.

“Everything you had on this Wesley kid checks out, no criminal history or secret ties to any Hydra related groups, or anything else you have to worry about. However, I tried tracking and hacking into his phone and it seems to be wiped clean. So I got into his phone records with his cell company and his last call was made to an unsaved number connected to someone named Kendall, last known address in Nebraska.”

“Send it to us, please.”

They were on their feet as soon as the call ended, grabbing the mission bags abandoned in the doorway and heading off to their respective rooms to repack for the trip.

In nearly the same moment, you were in your safe house in Nebraska, rounding the corner to enter Wesley’s room. He knew something was wrong by the way your eyes watered and your shaky hand held onto the bugging device.

“They found us.” There was no questioning tone in his voice, but you answered with a nod anyway.

“Pack everything you brought and get out of here, drive toward the west coast until you run out of gas and hide wherever you stop.”

“What?! I can’t leave you here! They’ll just take you back and it’ll be worse than before.”

“I’ll be fine, Wes,” you assured him with a gentle squeeze of your hand over his. “I planned for this too, and if I know them as well as I think, I’ll be free to come find you.”

-

Wesley was packed and gone within the next hour, and you worked quickly to transform the space, make it seem as if you’d been the only one to reside in the home. Once that was set, you changed clothes and positioned yourself in an armchair against the wall in the front room, a gun resting in your lap. You didn’t move when a knock was heard on the front door that night, simply waited until the visitors got impatient and picked the lock to force their way in.

“You worried us, printsessa, disappearing like that,” Natasha addressed you in a chilling tone as the two of them stopped a few feet away from you. “And we’ll deal with that later, after you tell Wesley to come out so we can punish him first.”

“He’s not here,” you told her calmly. “His only job was to bring me here--”

“And take the tracker out of your leg, which we will be putting back,” Wanda interjected with a stern expression. “Now, you can either come with us to the car willingly or we’ll drag you.”

“I won’t be doing either of those things.” You stood slowly, lifting the gun to your temple as you went. “Your only choices are to leave me here and go back to the way your lives were before I came in, or you can let me die. If you take me again, I’ll just fight you every day until you wish you’d killed me yourself. No matter how you manipulate my mind, my true self will never love someone who wants to control me. I’ll tell you how much I hate you for ruining my life every second I’m able, and I’ll kill myself the moment I get the chance to do so.”

You noticed the glassy look in their eyes as they faced each other, and you knew they were having a silent conversation in their minds. Seconds felt like minutes as they seemed to discuss their options, eventually turning back to face you. Wanda was fully crying now, and Natasha seemed to be physically holding back her own emotional break.

“We always thought we’d be able to love and care for you until our dying days.” Her shaky voice filled the quiet room. “But we understand if you don’t want that, and we’re sorry that you’ll never be able to love anyone else.”

Before you had time to react, Natasha was pulling a gun out and aiming it at your heart, the sound of the shot echoing and triggering Wanda’s instant sobbing. Natasha was quick to pull her into her arms, facing her away from you as you tumbled to the ground, your own weapon sliding away as your free hand weakly pressed against the oversized sweatshirt that covered your wound.

The two women hurried out of the house as you began to choke and cough up blood, not able to stomach hearing or seeing anymore, and the sound of a car speeding off echoed throughout the neighborhood. Waiting another minute or two to be sure they left, you got up to walk off to the bathroom, wiping the fake blood off your palm the best you could. After slipping the bulletproof vest off your torso and washing your hands, you quickly rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth to get rid of the red stains, lifting your head to look in the mirror with a smile when you were done.

You looked pretty good for a dead woman.

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Lonely Hearts Club

Seokmin: Chapter 1 (One More Light)

Characters: Seokmin x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, potential blood mentions, genocide mentions, runaway mentions, emotional manipulation? (If you can call it that? Idk you decide), mental illness (depression implied), sexual mentions, mentions of death, mentions of violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: This story is gonna be a bit of a heart puller. Sorry. But for this chapter anyways, I recommend listening to One More Light by Linkin Park because it really goes well with this chapter.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

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Lonely Hearts Club Master List

Chapter 1: One More Light

The way you moved was devastating. The way you laughed was harmonious. The way you smiled was infectious. The way you smelt was intoxicating. He’s been so giddy ever since you came through their doors. He finally found you.

His brothers had told him to wait and be patient, but who was he kidding, waiting was impossible for someone like him. He always had so much love to give. When he loved, he loved with all his heart. So it’s no surprise that he was already in love with his mate that he’d only known for a few days. He had told you he had imprinted on you the day after you woke up from your injury, three days ago. Your response was less than ideal, you simply let out an “okay” and walked the other way. He couldn’t lie, your reaction stung him a bit, he wanted you to be just as in love with him as he was with you.

You were really cold to him. Colder than you were with anyone else in the house. But he understood that that can happen sometimes and that it could take you some time to come to terms with having a mate. He was just hoping that time would speed up so he could reach his happily ever after sooner.

-

As you walked downstairs for dinner, you saw him sitting there again. Your eyes automatically went to him when he was in a room, you couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard you tried, your body’s natural reaction was to want to see him. He was already looking at you, before you had even made it fully down the stairs, with stars in his eyes. You couldn’t help but scoff under your breath.

Your stupid instincts once again had fucked you over. That’s what that new feeling you felt on the first day was, you had imprinted on a young wolf in Seungcheol’s pack. But You didn’t want a new mate. You didn’t NEED a new mate. You just wanted to be left alone. You just wanted to be left alone to die. But NOOOOO. They HAD to come and play heros and save you and keep you from seeing the end of a silver bullet. You understood that they were just trying to help, so you weren’t really upset with them, just more so sad that you had to continue with your shitty life.

While you were sitting down at the kitchen table eating, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move like you were some sort of goddess. The feeling had your skin tingling. You hated it. Because, now that you had a mate, you knew you could go into heat. You’ve never had that problem before, you weren’t mature enough back then to experience it. But you knew it could end up VERY bad if you weren’t careful now that you were able to go through it.

Being in the same room with him was getting harder and harder. It felt like the room was getting hotter and hotter. Like you were suffocating in his delicious aroma. You couldn’t keep this up. By tomorrow, you knew you’d want to hump his brains out. And you DEFINITELY didn’t want that to happen.

You couldn’t deal with it much longer, as you finished your last few bites of your dinner, a reeling hot flash hit you when your eyes met and he looked deep into your icy blue orbs. You were sweating and you felt like your every layer of skin was being peeled back to expose all your nerves. The slight breeze in the room was making things that much worse. Fuck. You HAD to get out of there before this shit got more out of hand.

You quickly got up from your chair and washed your plate in their sink. It startled quite a few of the pack members around you and their mates because no one else had done that just yet. The boys could… smell- that something was different about you. They didn’t know what exactly as they had never even been around or heard of a female wolf before, but they still knew SOMETHING was weird with you. They just couldn’t put their finger on it. Even so, they tried to continue their dinner as nonchalantly as possible as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Well SOMEBODY’S in a rush” joked Joshua, who had his mate all but sitting on his lap feeding her portions of her food.

“Yeah (Y/N). You good?” Mingyu asked in a similar manner, but you could see he was actually curious as to why you wanted to make a sudden exit from the table.

“Yeah. I- uh- I’m fine. I just need to head back to my den tonight. I’ve been away too long and I- um- I need to go make sure everything’s alright.” You stuttered while not looking at any of them and with quite a bit of hesitation. You were hoping none of them would question why you were so on edge and why you wanted to leave. But obviously with Seokmin there, your hopes had been smashed to pieces the second he spoke up.

“You’re leaving??? You can’t leave! I mean- I didn’t mean it like that but- I mean, you still aren’t healed properly. You could get hurt again!” The frantic words left his mouth as soon as you had finished your own sentence moments before.

You couldn’t leave him, he just found you. He HAD to make you stay somehow. He couldn’t just let you walk away without knowing whether or not you’d come back to him. His heart was beating out of his chest in panic, what was he gonna do if you left him??

“I’ll be fine. I’ve taken care of myself for a long time now. I appreciate you guys helping me out but-” you tried to brush off their worry, wanting to make a quick get away as soon as possible. But Seokmin stood up from his seat and hurriedly retorted your little speech.

“But nothing! You still have a hard time walking around without holding onto something. There’s no way you’re leaving in this state!” He gestured with his hands as he got closer to you.

God, did he have to smell so fucking good? You had to shake the thought off, you had to control yourself. You had one focus right now and that was to leave before you did irreversible damage.

“Who are you my father? I can leave if I want to!And i WANT to leave! I have other things I have to do and I won’t put them on hold any longer! I can’t!” You punctuated your sentence by throwing your hands in the air.

“Seokmin’s right (Y/N). You still aren’t doing your best. If you’re not careful, you could get yourself killed. It’s probably best you stay here at least for another few days.” Hansol tried as the pack’s resident doctor in an attempt to keep his brother from going crazy at the idea of losing his mate so soon.

They all really liked you, even if you weren’t… the warmest person towards their packmate. They all could see you were just putting on a brave face. They didn’t want you to go run off and get yourself in trouble without them backing you up.

“I can’t! I have important business to attend to this week. I can’t put it on hold just because I’m still not 100% better. I have to go” you say, standing your ground as best you could with Seokmin standing right in front of you with his stupidly warm glowing aura that made you wanna tackle him to the ground with kisses.

You just wanted to grab his beautiful face and let him take you right then and there from the way he was biting his lip while looking at you. The thought made you shiver. But you couldn’t give in to those thoughts. You WOULDN’T give in to those thoughts. You didn’t want a new mate. You didn’t want him, you had to keep reminding yourself. But You NEEDED to get out of there, for both your sakes.

Seokmin was in a panic. He couldn’t lose you. What if you never came back? What if you go hurt? What if you ran away? What if he never saw you again? He couldn’t risk losing you. He couldn’t. He looked to Seungcheol, who was sitting at the table stroking his mate’ thigh, for help.

“Okay how ‘bout this (Y/N), You go finish whatever business it is that you need to finish and a few of us will check up on you in a couple of days to make sure you’re alright? That’s fair right? Besides, you’ll definitely need another healing session or two before you’ll be able to defend yourself fully alone again” Seungcheol suggested.

He knew his brother didn’t want you to leave their house, but he also knew forcing you to stay was definitely not the right thing to do in this situation. He knew trying to leash you down would only make you resent them and more defiant. At least this way, they could still make sure you were alright and you’d get some independence. Everyone would win. Seokmin had a little whine emit from his chest at the thought of not seeing you for a while, causing Cheol to look to his brother’s depressed face. Well… everyone would win except Seokmin that is…

“Fine! If that’s what it’ll take for you guys to let me go, fine. But I NEED to leave and I need to leave like yesterday!” You repeatedly tapped your foot to the ground, almost waiting for some sort of reaction from them.

Hansol got up from his seat, “Okay. How about we make sure you get to your cave safely? That way we can make sure we know you got there okay and we’ll know how to find you later for your check up.”

“Fine. That’s fine, whatever. But I need to go now!” you declared while heading for the door, knowing full well you didn’t bring anything to their home but the clothes on your back.

You never really owned anything anyways. You had to move around and run so much that you never thought it a good idea to own too many material possessions.

“Better get going then.” Seokmin said semi-coldly, not really wanting you to leave, but also realizing that he didn’t get much of a say.

-

On your way to your den, it was decided that Hansol, Jeonghan, Jun, and Seokmin would accompany you on the journey. They wanted to be sure they had enough people that would know where you were staying so they had multiple people who could find you later. They wanted an Alpha to go with you to make sure the boys stayed in line, mostly Seokmin, so they had Jeonghan go. Jun went because you were more comfortable with him as you were both foreigners and kind of hit it off, making fast and perfect friends. Hansol went because he was the pack’s healer and he would more than likely be one of the ones to check on you later. And of course, Seokmin went because he wanted to spend every possible second he could with you.

It wasn’t that far, an hour or two’s walk in human form at best. But You wanted to just dash there in your wolf form so you could get there. It irritated you that you couldn’t already shift to a more familiar form that you were used to and felt more safe in. Though you knew the boys with you just wanted to protect you, so you made the slow walk to your little home next to the boys.

“Hey (Y/N). Can I ask a question?” Jun spoke out of no where next to you.

“I mean you can ask, doesn’t mean you’ll necessarily get an answer though.” You causally let out, stepping over a big rock in order to continue your way to your den. You didn’t mean it in a mean way, the boys all knew that, it was just your personality. You preferred to keep things short, blunt, and sarcastic, kinda the exact opposite of your mate’s style.

Jun bit his lip and played with his large thumbs before his voice echoed out again, “Well I mean, I could hear you talking in your sleep these last few nights, We all could. It sounded like you were having quite a few nightmares. Does-Does that happen a lot?” He questioned, trying his absolute best not to offend you in the process.

“Eh. Yeah I guess, it’s not that big a deal though. You get used to it after a while.” You answered, not really wanting to elaborate but also knowing he wasn’t asking in a malicious way, more so in an ‘are you good bro?’ type of way.

“Oh okay. Well then can I ask who- who Cyrus is…?” Jun quietly stuttered again while trying hard to not upset you.

As the boys kept their walk going, you stopped for a moment. It didn’t go unnoticed by them so they halted as well. Jun, worried he had pushed you, tried to lighten the mood some more.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I didn’t want to dig too deep into your personal life or anything. I just-” Jun spoke before you cut him off swiftly.

“No! I mean- it’s alright. I’d want to know if I was you guys too. I just… I- I haven’t heard his name said aloud in a long time ‘s all.” You responded while looking down at your feet as they started up their pace again.

They began following behind you as you continued with your answer to the Chinese wolf’s previous question, “Cyrus is- Cyrus WAS my mate” you croaked, trying to keep the tears back. You were NOT about to have some people you barely knew see you cry. No, that was definitely NOT happening.

“You- You had another mate?” Hansol said without even realizing he had added the word ‘another’ in his question.

It was still a bit of a touchy subject for both you and Seokmin as you hadn’t really accepted or denied him yet. This earned Hansol a nudge from Jeonghan. Seokmin, who had been staying quiet for most of the journey, was listening and processing your statement attentively. His heart rate sped up, you had another mate? It hurt him to think about it. He wanted to be your only one.

“Yeah. I- I did” you muttered, putting the word ‘another’ out of your mind and focusing on the question at hand, “A long time ago. He’s- He’s gone now. When he died… that’s when my nightmares started- that’s WHY my nightmares started.” You added, almost having reached your cave.

“… How did he- How did he die?” Seokmin let his voice out for the first time since you guys had left the house, startling you a bit.

You again hesitated to respond. You weren’t against talking about it. You just weren’t sure you wanted them to know just yet. You weren’t sure if you were ready for Seokmin to know just yet. But you knew you’d have to tell them all eventually, especially if they kept bugging you about it. So you decided to just sit the dirty laundry out and let it fall wherever it was meant to.

“Jun, you’re Chinese right?” You quizzed, slightly confusing them at the sudden question. They assumed you were just trying to change the subject.

“Yeah... I’m from Shenzhen.” He added, still very curious as to where your random ass knowledge came from.

“… You- You know what Lingchi is?” You say continuing to walk on.

As everyone else still kept walking the way to your den, Jun stopped entirely. His heart dropping at the word that you had linked to Seokmin’s earlier question. That’s what happened to him? That’s what happened to your MATE? The others didn’t understand, they didn’t know Chinese as they were all Korean and really had no need to learn a language that wasn’t used a whole lot in Korea. They knew a few words here and there do to having lived with Junhui and Minghao for so long and having had another Chinese pack for friends, but they never needed to know THAT word. At least, not until now.

“… That’s- That’s how he died?” Jun spoke up and all of you turned around at his distant voice. You could see the tears brimming on the brink of his water lines. He was sad for you. He was sad for your lost mate. He was sad at your whole situation and your whole backstory.

You cleared your seemingly very dry throat, “Yeah,” You said in a small voice, trying your best to hide any emotions that hit you like a rock through a window.

It upset you that while you were even speaking on such a serious topic, you were about to start heat and you still felt it creeping up on you. You tried to shake the dirtier thoughts away and just decided to do your best to get through it in one piece. You really wished that Seokmin would’ve stayed back at the pack’s house. He was making everything sooo much harder for you. You wanted to be able to be upset, but how could you when your every instinct at the moment was telling you to jump his bones?

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry… I- I didn’t know… I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t have asked if I had known.” Jun shook his head to flick the tears back and brought his hand to your small shoulder in comfort, looking at you with almost pleading eyes.

You gave him a small smile and put you little hand on top of his larger one and gave it a small squeeze, “It’s alright. It was a long time ago.” You whispered out, gently brushing his limb from your body as you started walking again, clearly indicating that you were too emotional to keep talking about the subject anymore. The others just followed your movements wordlessly, not really understanding the gravity of the whole situation like their brother did, but knowing that whatever it was you were talking about couldn’t have been good.

-

It was a few more minutes until you reached the mountain opening you were searching for. You had walked in silence the rest of the way there, the evidence of your and Jun’s serious topic still lingering in the air. The others had other conversations they wanted to have, but knowing that you spoke of your last mates demise without actually having an idea of what happened to him made them reluctant to speak.

“Okay.” Hansol finally broke the ice, “We’ll be back to check in on you in a couple of days okay? If you need us, don’t hesitate to give us a howl! Someone’s home at all times. We’ll find you. So don’t run out on us got it?” He joked as he lightly pushed your shoulder as a symbol of affection.

You had taken a liking to Hansol almost immediately, he was a very calm and positive person, he felt like your natural brother already. He made you feel like you were such an outcast and tried to make you feel included. So you lightly pushed his shoulder back playfully.

“Okay okay. I’ll be here don’t worry! Just give me like five or six days to get some stuff done. Then you’ll be able to check on me” you stated as you gave him a big bear hug, though you kept it short so you wouldn’t get too much contact that would aggravate your heat any further.

You went on and hugged the other boys too in similar ways, discluding Seokmin as you were worried that, if you touched him, you’d completely lose it. So you simply just gave him a head nod and said your goodbyes verbally. It hurt him that you didn’t give him a hug goodbye too since it would be a while since he saw you next, he didn’t even know why you wanted to go back to your cave or why you refused to be near him recently. So he took the lack of contact a bit more to heart than you had meant for him to, but still, he said nothing. He didn’t want to agitate you or risk you potentially not coming back due to his actions or words.

-

As the boys left the cave, one sure question was on all three of the boys minds.

“Hey Jun” Seokmin caught his brother’s attention as they walked home and were finally far enough away from your den to where you couldn’t hear them anymore.

“Yeah?” He responded cooly while cruising back down the path home.

“What’s Lingchi?” Seokmin questioned. All three of the Korean boys turned to him as they waited for an answer. Junhui gulped in response.

He really had to explain one of the worst things he could think of to his brothers, one of them being your current mate who would no doubt be seriously disturbed by the sudden declaration of your old mate’s fate. Perfect.

“Lingchi- it… it usually means… Lingering Death. When talking about- well- said death, it means- it means Slow Slicing.” Jun let out as he looked on while shoving his hands in his pockets as he tried to act off his discomfort of the topic at hand.

“Slow Slicing?” Jeonghan questioned, also wanting some sort of explanation or further elaboration on what Jun was talking about.

“Yeah. It- It’s also known as- I think you’d guys call it… Death By A Thousand Cuts.” Jun slowly let his words simmer out, trying his best to not sound affected by the thought of that happening to someone he had known’s mate.

“Tha- THAT’S how he died???” Seokmin panicked, knowing full well how that must have affected you. His heart felt like it had just gained 100 pounds in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah. They usually used some kind of sword… and they kept cutting shallow slices into a person until they bled to death. It’s- Death By A Thousand Cuts- it’s really a terribly slow and horribly painful way to die.” Jun reiterated while kicking a rock close to his feet.

He wasn’t even sure if he should’ve told them to begin with, it wasn’t his mate that met that fate after all, but he also knew that if he were you he wouldn’t have wanted to be the one who explained it. So he took it upon himself hoping you wouldn’t hate him later.

“Fuck.” Jeonghan breathed loudly as he ran his hand through his hair, having finally have reached the house.

“That’s fucking awful” Hansol added.

It was awful. Your mate died in one of the worst ways possible. And, from how bad your nightmares sounded, he figured you must have seen at least some of it. He felt terrible for you. And he was mad at himself for being slightly jealous earlier at the mention of your old mates name now. No wonder you were so cut off from him. You were numb. You didn’t want to go through that again, and he couldn’t blame you. If he saw that happen to you, he’d jump off a cliff and end it all.

Still, he promised himself that night that he’d do everything he could to get you to see that he would stay with you always and that he’d keep you safe forever. He was determined to show you that you’d never have to go through that again. He just needed to figure out how to do that in like five days. No fucking biggie or anything. Little did he know that five days from now, your past mate couldn’t have been further from your mind…

Another Author’s Note: Hi guys! So I just want to put out there that I’m not Chinese, I’m Mexican. I think I used the word right but if I didn’t, PLEASE let me know. I asked one of my friends for help with it, but she only uses conversational Mandarin with her family and isn’t 100% fluent. Everything I’ve looked up says that it’s the right word to use in Mandarin for it and use of the language was kind of essential for this particular chapter as I needed the suspense of having the characters have to ask someone later what it meant. Again PLEASE let me know if it’s wrong or if there’s a better word for it! Hope you guys liked this chapter because the next one will be super fun😉

(Updated 9/8)

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Onyx tells Mc she’s pregnant. They hosts a party for everyone to announce of Onyx’s pregnancy. How they announce it and how everyone react are up to you!

Written by @evoedbd

“Hey babe. Welcome back. How was your outing with Na-” the cheer fell from Cali’s voice, as heavy and rapidly as a brick dropped from a skyscraper. Her heartbeat picked up, even as the feeling of led seeped into every limb, dragging her consciousness towards what felt like a tar pit. Sticky, dooming, encasing.

“Onyx?” She called, brow furrowing as she tried to reconcile the woman who had walked through the door with the usual upbeat, unstoppable Onyx Wren. This woman appeared ashen, pearlescent white save for the usual shadings of her makeup, and the veins running blue beneath her icy skin. Long, flowing blonde hair hung in clumps, tangled around the streaks of meadow green like weeds attempting to devour the most beautiful flowers. Where life had once shone in oceanic green eyes, now there was a dullness, a glazing that only emphasized emptiness. Worse, shoulders which could bare the weight of the world slumped, chained down along with the woman’s feet. No. Onyx’s feet weren’t chained down, they were dragging, as if the act of taking a stride was too much to comprehend yet the need for familiarity and comfort drove the zombie like body onwards.

“Are you ok?” A questioned filled with trepidation. Already, Cali could see that Onyx Wren was absolutely not alright. She could feel it. Sticky hands of a hoard all dragging at her through the bond, making the world entirely too much.

Internally, she fought a war, crossing a list off silently in her search for solutions. What could have hurt Onyx this badly?

A fight with Nahara? Doubtful. Onyx loved that woman, and Nahara had earned that affection. Her hugs were too perfect, rejuvenating and secure. How Cali imagined sinking into a pool of warmed honey or melted chocolate might feel like.

Dorran? Oh, Cali had so many things she could say about him, respect for the dead be damned. Cali was absolutely convinced, out of everyone who had ever existed or ever would, that he was the most deserving the title of Jerk. Lord Jerkington the Gaslighting abuser, the third. Anybody who could do half of what he had done to Onyx whilst claiming to love her, whilst she trusted her body and soul to his romance… Cali couldn’t conceive a punishment fitting enough his horrendous crimes. Her anger had nowhere to go. No conclusion. Nothing dark and despicable enough to bring justice or pay penance. All she could do was vow never to allow Onyx to suffer that ever again.

Vinca? That was delicate ground too, and not an unrealistic conclusion. Cali’s personal grudges aside, after-all Onyx’s twin had turned Cali into a well of supernatural energy with the potential to unleash hell on Earth, Vinca had played her villainous role well. Cali still could trace the numerous scars across Onyx’s body, from throat to gut, which Vinca had left. Also, Vinca had technically gutted Onyx, though she had been possessed by Nizha at the time. Cali wasn’t too sure she could ever erase that image from behind her closed eyes. Or her nightmares.

“I’m pregnant.” Onyx’s voice was so small, so broken and confused. If Cali hadn’t been watching and listening intently, she might have mistaken those words for a breath. Or the aircon.

“… you’re…” The word fell from Cali’s lips on a shocked breath. Well. Babe had definitely been the wrong pet name to use. Suddenly nothing made sense. Her stomach fell out yet her body seemed ready to float to the ceiling, all whilst her nerves suffered a rapid fire mix of dreadful numbness and prickling tingles flowing across her skin to match the static ringing in her ears and pinging around her head.

“I’m so sorry! Please don’t be mad. I’ll be good! I w-won’t disobey o-o-or mess up.” The panic in Onyx’s voice cut Cali to the bone. Onyx fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her abdomen and torso as her shoulders curled inwards. She trembled, green eyes gazing up at Cali as if she were a terrifying Goddess preparing to render judgement upon a defiler. Cali shuddered. Who would want such worship as what Onyx was offering in the moment? Senseless, all-consuming fear? In that moment, Cali realised she could never be an abuser. There was no power in Onyx’s terror, only revulsion. Revulsion that Onyx felt she had to be subservient like this. That her trust had ever been so broken that her default was to cower like a beaten dog, still lovingly licking its own blood from the master’s knuckles.

“I didn’t mean for this, I swear. I-I ca-”

Cali couldn’t listen anymore.

“Onyx. Hey, hey, hey. Shhh, it’s ok. Breathe with me, sweetheart. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” She cooed, collapsing to her own knees before Onyx. The moment she could reach, Cali gently cupped her hands around Onyx’s elbows, tenderly guiding the smaller woman a little closer.

“Reach for me through the bond, how do I feel?” Imploring words were accompanied by every joyful image Cali could summon at that moment. The mewls of kittens, the softness of a puppy’s fur. Seeing Onyx recognise her, even as a dragon. Flying. Watching Onyx fly, be it with the wings of a dragon or across a tightrope in human form. Freedom, beauty, power. Family.

Cali’s heart picked up a marching sprint, beating so rapidly she was positive someone could visibly see her pulse throbbing in her throat if they spared a glance. Pregnant meant baby, which meant children. Onyx. Baby. Onyx. Baby. Onyx’s baby… each time Cali managed to conceive the sentence her heart skipped another beat, beat faster and faster until she was positive her heart would burst. Onyx was having a baby. An actual baby!

“You’re… you’re not mad? You’re happy? B-”

“Onyx. You’re pregnant! How could I not be excited?” Cali began as she lured Onyx to her feet. The former Envy assassin surrendered herself to Cali’s guidance, relaxing even in her confusion. Cali was incredibly careful, her touch remaining delicate, as if she might taint the innocence within Onyx if she moved a single finger incorrectly. Yet, there was also no fear to Cali’s touch. She knew Onyx, just as she knew her own breath. She offered comfort, unconditional support, even without having uttered the words.

“I’m nervous too.” She confessed, finally lowering herself and Onyx onto the couch.

“I mean there are so many things to think about. Is it safe? I mean, what effects on the baby will your dragon side have? Will you lay an egg? I mean, can your body even handle that in human form? Will you be human form for the birth? Who even is the father?”

“I didn’t cheat! I’d never do that to you. Please, you have to believe me.” Onyx’s frantic tone was matched by frantic hands which desperately clutched at Cali. She clung to Cali’s forearm, both forcing Cali to remain close whilst also preparing to defend herself. Green eyes filled with tears, a mix of panic and guilt, dappled with layers of confusion. Despite all of that, Cali saw sincerity. She felt the truth of those words as if they were her own heartbeat.

“Onyx, babe… you died. You died in my arms and came back as a Dragon. Cheating never even crossed my mind. There are some insane magical circumstances that my medical training doesn’t cover. Even if you had cheated or if something had happened, I wouldn’t be angry. I wouldn’t be him. You love me, I believe it with all my heart. Nothing anybody can say or do will make me love you or this baby any less.”

“I didn’t cheat.” Onyx reiterated; her voice much softer yet no less vehement. Her hands surrendered their grasp on Cali, allowing the Asian woman to weave her fingers through Onyx’s. The warmth of her callused hands was enough to earn a soft sigh, though neither woman could confirm who it was from.

“I believe you. D-did somebody hurt you? Onyx, babe, did somebody force himself on you?” The words burnt Cali’s tongue. Bile threatened to rise in her throat. The thought of someone doing that to Onyx. Without the guise of a relationship to force his will, to satiate perverted desires… Cali couldn’t… she couldn’t even imagine it, until she could. From a mental blank, to images of a broken Onyx. To memories of her screams morphed into something entirely different, fitting a different scenario. It was enough to make Cali tremble with fear, revulsion and a rapidly rising tide of rage.

“Nothing happened. Nobody r-” Onyx hesitated, unable to utter the devastating word flashing in Cali’s worst fears.

“- did that.”

“Thank goodness. Then, do you know how this happened?” The gentle question was delivered after a breath of utter relief. Knowing Onyx was safe from that abuse, safe from one of the most brutal of Earthly horrors mankind had ever weaponized, helped untangle the tension in Cali’s aching chest. Her heart stopped seizing in her chest, resuming its marathon sprint.

“I don’t know. Nahara said something about consequences and the past.”

“Rebirth. That was when she was talking about the bond of deceased Envy and the barer of the bite. The possibility of physical manifesta-“ Cali stopped dead. Her mind leapfrogged over the words, gathering them into a net of logic so obscure yet so plausible it felt as if she’d been punched unconscious and now was waking up. Waking to a world where mortal logic no longer applied, and the furthest dreams could come true.

“Oh fuck… Onyx..?” Cali didn’t know if she spoke, only that Onyx’s face pinched in concern. No, not concern. Fear. The murkiness reclaimed clear beauty, obscuring it for all who wished to bathe. It nearly broke Cali to see Onyx shrink, yet her small voice shattered Cali’s heart into smithereens; sent those shards digging into every vein until Cali’s body throbbed with how wrong it was.

“Please don’t get angry.” Onyx whispered, flinching as if expecting Cali to scream. Cali couldn’t. All she could do was go over the basics of Nahara’s theories. A physical manifestation of the bond between Envy, Deceased and Barer of the bite. An echo of the past. The lost reclaimed as new.

“Mine? Ours? Is this..?” Cali begged, she wasn’t and never would be afraid to admit it. Such a glistening possibility was at her fingertips, and she dared reach, hoping against hope itself that the impossible had become even the improbable. A thousand to one? Hell, even a million to one was more than enough. Cali would take any and all chance. Hers. Theirs. A chance to see how she and Onyx may appear a thousand years down the line, a notch in the human species. Proof they had existed, that their coupling had existed. Cali wasn’t dumb enough to consider a baby proof of love, not alone, but also it was. It would be. No matter whether or not that million to one chance was recognized.

“I- I don’t know. It’s possible, probably. I mean, magic? I need to talk to Nahara to find out more. I… it was overwhelming to hear I actually was pregnant and can’t let the dragon out. I just needed time. Needed to talk to you. It could be a manifestation of our bond, or it is something from the past.”

“Dorran.” The name fell from Cali’s lips like a bullet dropped from a tower into the cooling lakes. Oh, how it longed to be thrown like garbage, just as the darkest parts of Cali longed to throw the actual man into a trash compactor and hear him squeal.

“This could be his baby too.” She voiced her conclusion. Even as the words escaped, she felt no change in her heart. There was… she hated the man, she hated the power he had abused over Onyx, just as she hated the idea of him continuing to. Yet, for the baby? For that possibility? Nothing. No hatred, no resentment. No matter how she searched for it. She couldn’t confess how deeply that shocked her. Emotionally, everyone always hoped that they’d accept their partner’s children as their own, but the actuality of that often defied dreams. It was a rare person who could accept such a thing, even in Cali’s situation. To find herself even potentially one of them was humbling, too much, too quickly. Diversion needed.

“That’s one hell of a choice. A dead man, unknown entity, or a key to the gates of hell.” Cali made the understatement of the century after a quiet hissing whistle through her teeth. Remarkably, her tone remained as light as she intended the delivery to be, as if she was discussing what to order for lunch.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Le-” Cali couldn’t even finish the word. Her body moved on instinct, launching into Onyx’s space so that she could gather the smaller woman into her arms. Leave? Onyx couldn’t leave! No, her brain quickly caught up and corrected her internal malfunction. Onyx’s voice had been so small, the chirp of a bird compared to the roar of a dragon. Regardless, Cali was determined to provide shelter, to cage the willing Onyx within her loving embrace.

“Onyx, you died, I thought I’d never see you again. That I might never have another moment with you, even as you were reforming. Now, I’ll get to watch a baby Onyx Wren grow up! How could I be angry? I don’t care if this child is Dorran’s. Hell, even the Devil himself could be the father and I wouldn’t care. I want to be with you.”

“Even with a baby? A baby you didn’t plan, who m-might not even be yours.” Onyx’s words were serious, more so than any Cali had ever heard escape her gentle lips. They were warning, they were a siege to push Cali away even as Onyx hoped to keep her close. It was the last offering, the final out. Cali understood. Her answer here would shape her life. This answer couldn’t be about comforting Onyx, no matter her urges. It had to be truthful, no matter the pain, no matter…

“Yes.” It was the easiest answer Cali had ever given in her life.

“Onyx, we aren’t naturally biologically compatible for reproduction.” Cali’s obvious assessment earned a watery snort from Onyx.

“Whenever I daydreamed of having children, they were always yours. I was already committed to being a mother to any pet or child you had, to being with you. I want this baby to be ours, I want that more than anything.” Cali had to pause, to actually breathe and let her words sink in. Her chest hurt from how hard her heart was pounding, for how she longed for Onyx to want the same things.

“I’m here and ready to be whatever you need me to be for you both. If you don’t want me to be there as the other parent, I can be the cool aunt. Or a friend. Or a babysitter. Anything, Onyx.” Cali concluded, laying her offering out for Onyx to pick through. Silence dominated the room, save for Cali’s hurried breathing and the pounding of matching heartbeats. Or two heartbeats. Did baby have a heartbeat yet? How far along was Onyx? She made a mental note to ask.

“If you want to be, you know, their mom, then I’d love that too.” Onyx finally broke the silence with a soft yet sure voice, a shy smile tugging on her lips. Cali couldn’t help it, she leapt to her feet, letting forth an excited cheer. Finally, all her nerves burst forth, erupting in her version of a triumphant roar. This was HER family. Hers. Hers, hers, hers!

“There’s nobody else I’d rather raise a baby with. Nobody has ever supported me like you. I just don’t want to take your life away, or be a burden.” Onyx continued, reaching up to tuck some of her chaotic hair out of her face.

“Onyx, this isn’t about supporting you regardless of my own feelings. You’re not taking my life away; you’re giving me a life to fight for. A family. Onyx, our family! You’re having a baby, Onyx! It’s a BABY Onyx! Baby! Yours. Maybe mine. Maybe ours. I feel… just feel me, Onyx! Baby! You’re having a baby!” Cali tried to remain calm and mature, she truly did, yet the urge to move overcame her senses. She paced back and forth, using her entire body to emphasize her points. Big, sweeping gestures of her arms accompanied her escalating excitement, turning her into a goofy rendition of a car yard inflatable.

“Yeah. A baby. You… Sweetheart, can you sit down? Just watching you is tiring.” Onyx’s request was accompanied by a summery laugh, one which calmed Cali for all but three seconds. Then, it was back to pacing, phone whipped out of the pocket of her jean shorts so that she could begin to compose her list.

“Onyx, BABY! A baby! Our baby! We have to tell the others! I’m sorry but no more training for you! Also, none of the trash Darius calls food. We should probably look into supplements too, so that the baby is as healthy as possible. Should I call a dietitian for a food plan? And materials! Are you going to make your own maternity clothes? I got paid this week so I could totally go get some fabrics if you te-”

“Y-you want to tell the others?” Onyx cut in, alarm flooding her tone. Cali froze for a second, recognizing the way Onyx’s surprised voice dipped. Oh, Cali realized, she was behaving entirely differently to anything Onyx had experienced. To how Dorran had reacted. That was enough to have Cali’s internal beast snarling, hating how the past continued to hurt. Dorran had insisted on secrecy, on punishing Onyx. Increasing her training, increasing his bullying. Afterall, that had been cheaper than birth control, or a medically safe… Cali couldn’t finish the thought.

“Of course! Onyx, you’re pregnant! This is like one of the happiest days of my life! Top five, for sure! I’m trying to think of everything we need so that we can be ready for this baby. Like, we need to look into our insurance. I don’t think my workplace insurance covers sexy mamma’s who can turn into dragons. Or Assassins. Is there supernatural insurance I need to know about? Are there any doctors for, well, non-normal human pregnancies? Are there any magical medical guides for this? And birthing classes. We need to look into those too!”

“We…” The pondering tone Onyx used broke Cali out of her packing, leading her to look up from her phone.

“… Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just sinking in, you know? It’s really nice to hear you say it. It sounds right.” Onyx explained, her face taking on a dreamy grin. She was so beautiful, glistening in the afternoon sun through the skyscraper windows. Even messy, Cali couldn’t think of anything more captivating than Onyx. Not the sirens of legend, not the most handsome of men. She doubted if the entire troupe, who were the most attractive people she knew, walked in naked that she’d be able to take off of Onyx.

“It feels right.” She confessed in a soft tone, unable to raise her voice above a whisper. The light in Onyx’s eyes… Cali had never seen something so pure. Green, like gazing up the sun through the underside of a wave. The gleam in them was more varied than a kaleidoscope of colours; brighter than diamonds. She had to look away, while her brain still had some function. There was so much that needed to happen, too many lists to write. Lists! That was a good place to start. Cali could do lists. She helped with stock intake, so a simple list on her phone would be a piece of cake! Oh, and her mother! She had to text her mother. Maybe there were some spare books…

“So, I’m going to text mom about getting some medical books out of storage. I’m pretty sure we didn’t sell all of them. They might have some more details on pregnancy. We have to come up with a way to justify everything, maybe we should discuss giving her sight. I’d prefer not telling her we’re fighting demons though. She’d absolutely spit if her daughter in-law was caught in that! Especially since you’re carrying her grandchild! I’d never live it down if I let you fight in your condition. It’d be “Cali, why are you making your girlfriend do everything? She’s pregnant! My grandbaby needs to grow!””

“Grandchild?” Onyx interrupted Cali’s exaggerated impression of her mother. Gone was the kaleidoscope, gone were the diamonds. The wave had crashed down, sending Onyx flailing into the wild tides of her worst fears without anything to hold her.

“She won’t hate me? She wouldn’t ever believe this child could be yours without knowing everything. She’ll assume I cheated. She’ll think I broke your trust and you’re just standing by me because you’re, well, you. You’re too good to walk away from somebody as broken as me.”

“Onyx, I love you. You are the most… I can’t put it into words. You are my… My light. You are not broken, Onyx. You are a literal dragon. Fierce, strong and beautiful. I am so in love with you that I cannot picture my life without you. This feels like my child already. You’ve only just told me and already I feel as if my heart will burst. Surely you can feel how much I already love them.” Cali almost pleaded, kneeling before Onyx. The current Envy assassin reached out, laying a single hand over Onyx’s quivering knee. Cali could feel everything, the tidal wave of anxiety and fears striking so hard and fast that she was almost physically knocked over. She countered, her mind parrying and weaving.

Pizza in a secret alleyway shop, the way hot cheese melted in her mouth, or the strings hanging from Onyx’s smiling lips. Little hands reaching, trying to steal pineapple as Onyx laughed. This was happiness. Love. Safe, secure, keeping their baby proceeded against her chest. So small, yet inspiring something so large. She had to protect, she needed to. Protect both the joys of her life.

The simple concept of the future flowed through their bond, a shield for Onyx to seek shelter behind. Cali herself was blown away by the intensity of her emotions for a distant possibility.

“I can.” Onyx breathed; tone full of wonder.

“I don’t know why I keep questioning you. You’re always kind and sweet. “

“People have hurt you, Onyx. I’d rather you question me a thousand times, a million times, than ever feel unsafe with me. I love you, and Mom can see how much more me I am with you in my life.” Cali insisted, fixing Onyx with an encouraging look before continuing.

“We had the talk when I told her I was bi. About if I ended up with a girl. We talked again after she met you, officially that is. I told her as long as I was with you, at least one grandchild would not be biological. If we even had children. She fully supports my choices and will love this baby with all her heart. She’ll probably spoil them rotten no matter what we say. She already loves you too! You’re the favourite daughter. She’s going to be so excited for her grandchild. Be prepared for a LOT of baby onesie- OH, this one’s cute! Onyx look!” Cali tried to remain serious, she truly did. Yet, curiosity had taken hold and her thumb had all but developed a mind of its own. Soon, she found herself glancing down at her phone, only to see a lovely pastel themed website, filled with baby onesies. Upon spotting a bear on the third row, she excitedly turned her phone to Onyx, which earned an actual squeal of delight.

“Oh my god, that looks like a little Ripley onesie!” Onyx cooed excitedly, leaning closer to support the phone. She couldn’t help but internally swoon over the adorable little bear onesie, complete with little pink pads on the feet. The little hood with adorable little ears, and the stomach patch. The tail, which concealed the buttons for easy changing.

“Right? I’m buying it! Ohh, it comes in purple! Should I get a little leopard?” Cali declared, reclaiming her phone and swiftly adding two versions of the bear to the cart. When Onyx didn’t respond, she paused, turning her gaze to the expectant mother.

“Onyx? Are you ok? Don’t you like them?” Cali asked, her voice going quieter. Once more, Onyx looked so small, trembling in the face of everything. Overwhelmed, Cali realized. Onyx was entirely overwhelmed.

“Cali. They’re both adorable. I’m just scared. How can you be sure Joyce will be ok with this?”

“Err, It’s my mom. She’ll just be thrilled to have a grandchild, no matter if they are biological or not.” Cali responded, unable to fully put into words how she knew. It was simple. It was her mom. Her mom who had supported her throughout life. Her interest in extreme sports, every bump, break and bruise. Her mom had been the first signing her casts, and selling the demon contraptions that damaged her daughter. When Cali’s father had walked out, her mom had been there, fighting to support a child emotionally and financially whilst she herself fell apart. Through teenage heartbreaks. When Cali hadn’t gotten a date for prom, it was her mother who had shoehorned her into a suit and driven her there. When Cali had finally come out as bisexual, her mom had been the first one demanding to know what type of girls Cali liked, gossiping about the boys Cali had only ever expressed interest in.

“But what if they come out with wings? Or, you know, not human?”

“Aside from me being worried how you’ll push that out of a hole the size of a lemon?” Cali questioned with a blink.

“Cali!” Onyx squealed in a mix of disbelief and horror. Her hands came up to her face, covering her suddenly flaming cheeks as she let forth an ungodly groan. Cali couldn’t help but be reminded of Ripley, how the bear concealed her muzzle when Onyx flew across the tightrope.

“Oh god, I don’t want to think about what its going to do to my… well, you know.”

“You’ll still be gorgeous, even if things are a bit different. You know, when I picture mom you, you’re always stunning. I can’t help but think our daughter will be scared her boyfriends will run off with her sexy mamma. You’ll turn into the sexiest MILF.” Cali purred, flopping onto the couch beside Onyx once again with what she hoped was a seductive grin. Strands of shaggy brown hair fluttered everywhere, sticking to Cali’s face in the most unflattering of ways. If asked, Cali would absolutely blame her uncooperative hair for her failed delivery, despite her history of appearing more like a vaguely romantic crab than seductive. Somehow, her dorky display calmed Onyx, judging by how tensed shoulders finally relaxed, and the show-stopping smile returned to her lips.

“That’ll be you, Sweetheart.” She purred in return, nuzzling closer. Cali’s phone fell to the couch, forgotten as the Envy assassin wrapped her girlfriend up in her arms. Both sighed. Everything was right with the world again, at least for a few moments.

“Mmmhmmm, agree to disagree. If our baby is born anything but human, then we tell mom the whole entire truth and teach her how to babysit. The troupe can’t always be around when we need naps, so mom will be happy to have a chance to spoil her grandkid rotten. Besides, she raised me, a dragon will be nothing her brooms of vengeance cannot handle.”

“But, what if the troupe hate me? I can’t help you guys like this.”

“You can’t turn into a dragon because you’re pregnant. That means you’re vulnerable, not useless.” Cali pointed out, giving Onyx an affectionate squeeze around the shoulders.

“Nitza will be after me. She’ll want me, and the baby.”

“I’ll die before I let anybody touch my family.” Cali growled; all traces of her humanity lost in a snarl vicious enough to rival any demon. She felt the rage bubbling, thicker than molten lava in the cradle of a volcano. It consumed, burning through her rationality until she couldn’t tell where her own protective rage ended and Onyx’s began. Onyx may be the dragon, yet Cali’s entirely human body produced sounds to rival Onyx’s alternate form. The former Envy assassin reached out, wrapping her own hand around Cali’s clenched fist, wiggling her fingers between Cali’s until the current Envy had to relax her fist. Had to let Onyx in.

“Ripley and I will protect you, we can take craving shifts! It’ll mean I won’t be on the streets with the troupe, but that does’t mean we can’t both help out here more. We can watch Avi, which will be awesome practice for baby. I can keep gear up to scratch, work on the bikes and you can have more time to design. I know your fingers must be itching to do something creative.”

“They are…” Onyx sighed l, seemingly content to have settled Cali’s rage. The blonde tucked her feet up onto the couch, barely pausing to kick her sneakers off before she wiggled her toes in silent satisfaction. Cali couldn’t help but tighten her arm around Onyx, smiling when Onyx responded by leaning into Cali’s shoulder, forehead buried in chaotic hair.

“but the others will be out fighting while I’m stuck here. It feels like hiding away and doing nothing.” Onyx trailed off, tensing. The sun set over beautiful greens when Onyx closed her eyes, the bedazzling piercing through her cheek acting like the moon across the skies of her expressions. For a moment, she trapped the soft, delicate flesh of her lower lip between gleaming teeth, as if gathering the courage to speak.

“I keep hearing Dorran.” The whispered confession had the dragon within Onyx roaring with rage, something which echoed through the bond. Cali shuddered, brows furrowing as spots took over her vision. For that brief moment she could feel it, the war within Onyx. The uncertainty and doubt mixed with rage. The latter, Cali empathized with. It burned just as brightly within her own heart, feeding into a loop of fury that promised to spiral out of control. Cali didn’t let it, she couldn’t.

Soft feathers, like laying on a marshmallow. The warmth of a spa day, the relaxation. Sticky and wet along the side of her head, into her hair. The rasp of an impossibly large tongue. Laughter. Pride. Love. The certainty of a promise.

“Ignore everything he told you.” Cali urged, barely keeping her opinion to herself. Now was not the time for her to rant about how pissed she was at her girlfriend’s ex.

“Onyx, you aren’t hiding away doing nothing. Not only are you holding a literal dragon back, you’re growing a person! Or a dragonling. You are doing the hardest job in the world. You’re creating a little Onyx! You’re nurturing and providing a safe place for baby to grow. You’re growing a life, Onyx, and sustaining them until they can sustain themselves. Even when you sleep, your body will be working. For nine months, you never get a break. That is way more exhausting than fighting demons for an hour. Can you imagine Cal’s face if he snarks at you? You can be like “Bitch, I grew a nerve cluster today, I’m currently working on a kidney.”

“Sweetheart… You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” There was no laughter in Onyx’s voice, despite the glee taking spark in her eyes. Genuine awe was slathered across her face, radiating until Cali could feel the accompanying emotions through the bond. The littler woman untangled herself from her partner, reaching out to take Cali’s hands for a few moments before her cheeks tinged pink. Without a word, Onyx lured Cali closer, placing the mechanic’s hands over her pale abdomen.

“Nup. I’m scared too, and excited. I just know that you’re my everything, and we’ll figure this out together.” Cali’s words were soft, whispered into the stillness they found themselves submerged in. Cali’s hands were burning, her palms prickling with the tingling heat as she processed what she was doing. Caramel and milk, that was the closest things Cali could associate to the swirl of their different skin colours. Her fingers looked so dark compared to Onyx, casting her in an exotic light, or perhaps Onyx in a mystical one. The duet of tones was dreamlike, earning the largest smile as Cali finally processed the meaning of the gesture. She stared, illogically fearing her callused hands might hurt Onyx and the baby. A breath, accompanied by trembling muscles the few moments before Cali surrendered and placed her hands flat against Onyx’s belly. It was unbelievable! Onyx had barely put on any weight, just enough to be barely noticeable, yet suddenly her body felt entirely new. The definition of her stomach was still there, all lithe muscle and sublime softness, yet there was more too. A curve, small enough to be imagination yet large enough for Cali’s hands to trace. To cup. To protect from the world. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill down her swollen cheeks as her smile grew large enough to rival the Cheshire cat.

“Oh, names! We need to start thinking about names!” Cali added enthusiastically, blinking away her tears. This was her future, sitting just beneath the palms of her hands. A little Wren growing, expecting them to have the perfect name. Cali began to panic. What name could be enough for their baby? Forget names, what title best fit until they decided? The baby was too clinical. Baby had that familiar quality Cali was looking for, but also couldn’t be the name they used forever.

“But I’m barely even showing yet.” Onyx playfully protested, bringing her hands to rest over Cali’s, holding them to her belly. Love. It was so pure, so overpowering. Cali lost it. Her tears began to trail down her cheeks, accompanied by little sniffles as she looked hopefully up to Onyx. Every hope and dream she had flooded the bond, sweeping them both away on a tide so impossibly sweet that the real world dared not invade. Even through their sniffles and tears, Cali laughed, appraising Onyx on a particularly important fact.

“It’s never too early to start thinking! Trust me, it’ll be the first thing my mother asks.”

[akechicrimes]

tomorrow A-side / tomorrow B-side

@blazhy​ this got so long and im so sorry in advance 😔

the story of the two endings is a whole mess. i set out to write a story where akira and akechi reunite, akira becomes incredibly angry with akechi after reuniting post-royal, and in the original premise, akira just absolutely tears him apart--even moreso than he already does in B-side, because the original conceit was an angry fistfight and then horny makeouts. LMFAO. and then, i think, i vaguely imagined that akira would tell akechi to leave him the fuck alone, at least for a little while, while akira figured his emotions out.

also, i imagined that the story would be about 2-3k long, so as you can see by the fact that both editions of tomorrow are longer than 17k, you can see how this did not work out. LOLOL.

so with this premise in mind, i tried to figure out how they’d get to such a falling-out argument, and started with a external third person pov about the phantom thieves noticing how sad akira was after akechi left. i scrapped that because i feel a type of way about stories that center around validating the main character’s pain, switched to close-third person, started throwing around super mournful, angry, and generally upset paragraphs about how akira felt with akechi gone, which later became the sections nearer to the end (e.g. his dream about akechi’s funeral).

i really liked the strain of “akira daydreams about all the ways that the reunion could go, only for the actual reunion to be a total letdown/wake-up call,” so i kept writing the passages about his daydreams and how they eventually became more and more exhausted from the strain of waiting. and because i kept chasing that thread, it turned into the whole 16k saga that’s up on ao3.

around the midway point, i realized that the original ending wasnt going to work, because the original ending seemed weirdly fantastical and too picture perfect, especially after 16k of words about akira imagining picture-perfect scenarios where everything works out, and it felt wrong to play right into his fantasies of a reunion where things turn out alright.

so about the midway point, i came up with a series of different ideas that later became the B-side ending--rather than necessarily an argument that turned into an emotional reunion, maybe something less fantastical. in one of these endings, akira says he’s tired of being in love with goro, which finally sparks a conversation about their feelings. (i did not write this because it was a hugely guilt trip move on akira’s part. it made sense considering akira’s very very long wait for three years, but it made me want to gag, thinking about akira throwing his feelings at goro like goro is responsible for them.) in another one, akira apologizes for being in love with him (i dont remember WHY this was a thing). these were kind of floating around in my head, but it was ultimately all iterations of “akira and goro have some sort of argument but not in a horny way” at the end of the fic.

so a whole good chunk of the fic was written with an argument ending (essentially B-side) in mind: i wrote the scene in the jazz club with that in mind, as well as the strains in the fic about akira feeling like akechi was the one person he could be honest with, and a bunch of stuff about how much both akechi and akira appreciated and depended on each other to disagree with them.

but by the time i had gotten all my sections in order and written them back to november 2019, when the reunion was supposed to take place, i felt... really weird about the B-side ending. i’d basically dug my own grave, because i’d written 16k of akira slowly realizing that maybe he had to let akechi go after all, and the original ending didnt make any sense. and it felt really weird as an ending for the same reason i scrapped the original premise: it seemed like bad form to play into the idea that they’d reunite and everything would turn out alright, especially after all that time of akira imagining ridiculous and unrealistic lovesick daydreams. it doesnt make any sense to have a story about akira daydreaming and then end with more daydreaming.

*through gritted teeth* so i. had to put on my big boy pants. and admit. that i’d written myself into a corner. and i was narratively obligated. by virtue of pushing back against akira’s silly daydreams. to write an ending. where shuake. does NOT resolve everything. and instead. *grits teeth louder* their reunion goes disastrously. and. they break up. and. *grits teeth loudest* go their separate ways. for the foreseeable future.

i wrote it and was immediately so fucking devastated with my own ending that i DM’d vintgecassette like oh god please read this thing and tell me what you think of the end (please tell me that there is another option) and she was like “no actually this ending makes sense. im crying but it makes sense” to which i dramatically fell upon my knees and had to accept that i’d written SEVENTEEN THOUSAND WORDS about shuake reuniting after royal only to have them IMMEDIATELY BREAK UP.

i hated it instantly. i talked to kat about it some more and told her about the other ending ideas i had, and somewhere in that conversation she said that the B-side ending sounded actually really cool, since there was already lots of good foreshadowing for the ending set in place, and also because goddamn if anyone should open up a bit, it’d be akira “i dont talk about my feelings” kurusu. (again, i wrote most of the fic intending for the B-side to be the ending, so it made sense.) so i was like owo? and pulled all my scrapped content for the B-side back out of the Trash and started reworking it purely out of spite for the A-side, despite the fact that the A-side existed in the first place as a pushback against the B-side.

i think this is a very longwinded way of saying that i posted both endings because i thought both of them, if by itself, was just ridiculous. a sad ending like A-side felt like meaningless sad feelings unless there was a universe where things could have been better. B-side felt unrealistic without acknowledging that things could and maybe should have turned out for the worse. of course, this is just how the endings game to be written, and i think the effect they have is more complicated--ive read some really cool comments on what people feel and think about the endings, and i think all those interpretations all extremely cool and extremely valid.

tldr, i dont actually know how to write and everything was a mistake. thanks for the ask, im sorry again this is so long 😔

ask for the director’s cut on a fic i’ve written

[exalok]

whaddup my dudes!!!

i am tired and wired and this means brain no writey but brain VERY focused on absolutely all the fic i have going on at once that aren’t prompts (prompts will be incoming, no worries dissociation anon)

and THAT means y’all get to hear about my many. many. MANY projects, or at least the ones that make my heart go pitter patter when i think of them

a few examples: demon!corvo and priest!daud with extra worldbuilding ; the naptime cuddles AU ; corvo doesn’t come to dunwall so jess and daud end up arranged-married for profit (more info..... under the readmore..... i’m gonna get rambly)

also feel free to ask questions, i love questions and they get me thinking even more in depth about the world and specific instances of characters and that is the entire POINT

LIKE OKAY SO MY BRAIN PRETTY MUCH CONTINUOUSLY THROWS IDEAS AT THE WALL AND ABOUT 95% OF THEM STICK BECAUSE I’M A HOARDING RAT BASTARD i love my ideas they are my precioussss

i might have about. 25 fic more or less active at the moment? which sounds like a reasonable number but those are the ones i have an actual plot for as well as the will to get them out into the world

let’s put aside the ones i have actually posted on tumblr or ao3 (teen!daud, domestic zombie apocalypse, bondageverse, knife!corvo) in favor of those you have either no or little idea exist. begin:

I MEAN OBVIOUSLY I MADE FANFIC OF MY OWN FANFIC or as i call it parallel/companion fic, because at some point in the past a prompter inspired me and i was deep in the prince!daud fic at the time and i thought what if high chaos. what if void monster corvo? what if horrifying yet human creature of the depths!!! what if EVERYTHING was TERRIBLE and daud killed corvo as a last ditch and vain attempt to get his people out of burrows’ clutches, and it all went to shit from there??? also they’re bound by marriage contract and the vagaries of magical intention and daud becomes corvo’s life battery, in essence, which you can imagine leads to a very unhealthy relationship i think it’s not spoilering much to tell you it does NOT end well, and i’ll be writing it as a sort of foil to low chaos prince!daud

i have quite a few high chaos fics actually. high chaos is depressing to play but the story outcomes are DELICIOUS and the degrading world and character motivations are a lot of fun to play around in

weirdly enough another one of these high chaos fics is the naptime cuddles AU!!! i won’t lie it’s the one i am currently on and i want to talk about it to everyone so bad constantly. in short, corvo doesn’t kill daud and the whalers because he’s trying to get out and currently too fucked up to fight, and when he doesn’t manage to save emily despite his best efforts he comes back to daud for some kind of symbolic execution. meanwhile thomas convinced daud to take a goddamn nap with him there because daud, despite his paranoia, does sleep better with people around, and this is entirely an excuse for semi-platonic daudthomascorvo cuddles in bed followed by whaler puppypiles when the gang catches on that this is a thing they can do now I LOVE PUPPYPILE WHALERS I LOVE NAPS I LOVE REDEMPTION THROUGH THE POWER OF RESTORATIVE SLEEP please i’m so tired and i can’t actually fall asleep next to people let me live my dream vicariously additionally: this will be my contribution to the absolutely wonderful whaler vineyard of old fanon

there is also what i feel should be a classic and ISN’T though a couple of fics were written around the concept and one in particular is /chef kiss, and the concept is: high chaos corvo meets low chaos corvo!!!!! i made it a threesome with daud because no one can stop me and i fucking LOVE the idea of daud ending up capable of telling them apart through tiny details even when high chaos corvo, bastard that he is, tries to impersonate low chaos corvo, who is a bastard in much more subtle ways and would probably be better at impersonating hc!c than the other way around but finds it distasteful; also i added intense body horror because that’s how i roll and there are eventual magical CONSEQUENCES to hc!c being in the low chaos world and regularly in contact with what is essentially his narrative double when he doesn’t belong there, probably ends in a tragically bittersweet way, i’m not completely clear on it yet though i do have ideas

and oh man......... the time travel corvo fic.... the one where high chaos corvo ends up in his own seven-year-old body........... fuck i hashed out so much of the general worldbuilding for that one and ended up going way too far and imagining a sequel like i always do where corvo learns how to walk universes and gathers people he cares about from places where he can actually save them from their eventual tragic futures and the dissolution of their timelines once the outsider is ousted from the void and a new void avatar is made and SHENANIGANS YO!!! SHENANIGANS AND CAMPING!!!! SELF-CROSSOVERS!!!!!!! I COULD HAVE HIM MEET HIMSELF IF HE HADN’T TRAVELED BACK I’M CRYING I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS

the one where corvo is a fae child is probably a lil bit high chaos though it isn’t determined yet, and he has all of these instincts with regards to possessing and exchange and deals, and assumptions as to how other people must work approximately the same, and he is so wrong. then there’s the really creepy bad touch possible sequel that i won’t get into unless someone specifically asks because it’s a lil bit much really

oh MAN oh SHIT speaking of bad touch there’s another dead dove do not eat one where i grabbed an entire handful of granny rags’ apparent fucking around with magical arrays and rune creation and general spellery and threw it at corvo post-interregnum and he sees “ghosts” and doesn’t understand what the FUCK is going on and things go really badly for him, and one ghost, soon the only ghost, is daud, and corvo doesn’t know if he’s real, if he’s seeing things, if he’s NOT seeing things but daud is some kind of void demon, if he is and also having psychotic breaks he doesn’t remember because he ends up with some hellish bruises, but the real daud is actually still out there just hiding out and corvo will eventually meet up with him and real daud will meet fake daud and even more shit will happen

god, the demon!corvo AU gets pretty fucked up as well if i remember right; corvo is both some dude with a wife and kid and the demon that inhabits him, jess is his wife and the demon that inhabits her (to be clear, separate characters but both based on either jess or corvo oh my GOD what if i switched the demons that would be amazing but no, calm down, maybe for a short what-if scenario that will inevitably turn into its own thing), daud is the overseer with the really good exorcism record trying to get the demons to fuck off except he thinks there’s only one of them and the other takes him by surprise; cue daud being hunted by that demon, furious that daud shattered his favorite pupil, and some revelations about what exactly lives inside the abbey and also under it

on a somewhat lighter note, the one where corvo never comes to dunwall (i think his mom gets sick and he doesn’t win the blade verbena at sixteen?) is also where jess keeps losing her royal protectors to assassination attempts because the first one was decent and died protecting her and the second one was decent and had an accident and people start believing there’s a curse on the position or a curse on her, and she’s like okay so how do i make sure i don’t die now that no one is willing to become my protector since it’s pretty much a death sentence, and she arranges a meeting with the best assassin in the city and suggests an alliance -- protection and some commission overview, all secret, versus funding and housing -- in the form of a marriage and daud ends up agreeing; then later duke abele visits and corvo is among his personal guard and he gets to meet the empress, and the assassin, and there are ot3 shenanigans

oh my GOD also the kids in karnaca AU. obviously. fuck you may have seen the (dis)armingly charmed notefic but this would be them meeting as actual kids, in karnaca, just tiny babies, daud recently kidnapped and corvo doing his best to make this cool older kid into his friend and also maybe hiding him from the people who want to train him to do Illegal Things, and there are dumb childish arguments and daud goes on the run to avoid capture and there is an exchange of letters that at one point stops and corvo is Devastated and there is a REUNION and they are ADORABLE but also INCREDIBLY STUPID, AS IS RIGHT AND CORRECT, and i don’t know what happens later but it gives me warm fuzzies okay

then i have a NUMBER of oneshots that are more or less plotted out, like the one where jess has a kind of groundhog day because Heart reasons but over months and starts out not quite remembering what happened in past attempts and OF COURSE it ends with royal ot3; and there’s the one where Daud becomes the Outsider and is very temporally confused and OF COURSE it ends with corvodaud who do you take me for (including Very Perplexing arguments where daud doesn’t know at what point in this relationship’s development he is and corvo is angry or very patient depending on where he accidentally time travels to, and i make some assumptions about the non-linearity of the void avatar’s existence); and there’s the one where corvo catches the plague and gets through kingsparrow to get emily out then to people he trusts, ie the curnows and sam beechworth, then crawls away to die, but daud finds him and sighs and rolls up his sleeves and sends whalers to the Tower and emily thinks the Tower is haunted then, when it becomes very clear the Tower is not, demands one of these assassins teach her how to stab a bitch; AND THERE’S THE ONE WHERE CORVO AND JESS ARE GHOSTS AND DAUD IS A REAL ESTATE AGENT AND THE WHALERS ARE THE KIDS HE TRIED TO HELP OUT AS A SOCIAL WORKER and yes it’s ot3 and yes he buys the ghost house and ends up being filmed by the whalers to do cooking videos and fancy knife tricks and asmr because his voice is insanely soothing when he’s not being ornery; oh fuck and there’s the one where i wrote an unrequited corvodaud prompt and my brain grabbed it, smelled it, and decided that corvo very reluctantly falling for daud was necessary to the health of my feelings, and there is at least one (1) sleeping beauty coma while corvo yells at the outsider about the Heart; also there’s the one where in D2 billie was evasive about the old guy living with her on her boat and em finds daud rather than sokolov in jindosh’s basement and they have long, emotional discussions; and for the character building hell of it one that would span the outsider’s beginnings and growth and how the void tries to welcome him in

okay........................ i think i’m done rambling now

i love fanfic y’all

[waitedforgarridebs]

Radio (1994): Merrison & Williams

The 3GAR adaptation that’ll shatter your heart into a million pieces

Clive Merrison and Michael Williams were the first pair of actors to play Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson who got to dramatise every single story of the entire canon – all four novels and 56 short stories.

In 1987, Bert Coules pitched a screenplay of HOUN to the BBC, which was greenlit and produced for radio with Roger Rees and Crawford Logan as the two lead actors. As this show ended up being a great success, Coules suggested to keep the series going, and the BBC agreed – however, they insisted on recasting. Eventually, the popularity of the show led to the decision to adapt literally every single canon story, and for the first time they actually managed to successfully achieve this feat over the course of the next 9 years. The Merrison-Williams-series ran on BBC Radio 4 from 1989 until 1998.

As Williams unfortunately died way too young in 2001, he could not continue his part as Dr Watson for the series of original stories written by Coules, “The Further Adventures of Sherlock Holmes”. This sequel still got commissioned during his lifetime, and while the production team set everything on hold to wait until Williams got better, sadly this never happened. He eventually was replaced by Andrew Sachs for the last 15 stories of this series.

While Coules remained as lead writer of the show, he was supported by various other writers for this quite massive project. The adaptations of the stories are in their core quite true to the books: The characters’ lines were updated to a more modern sounding language, and filler scenes were written to expand especially the shorter, less dense cases to the runtime of 45 minutes per episode.

For Coules and his team, the Holmes stories are not primarily detective stories. They are stories about a detective – and, more than that: They are stories about a detective and his only friend. Watson isn’t considered to be a bumbling sidekick, but an actual co-lead.

(And yes, I am basically quoting Coules himself from an interview done for the “I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere” podcast, so I do not know if Moftiss nicked that pitch from him or vice versa.)

In order to stay true to every story’s essence, the writers were “imaginatively faithful” to the original cases. They would, for example, sketch out the backstory and all the inciting incidents leading up to a client’s inquiry at 221b, and dramatise a bit of the story Doyle only mentioned in passing, but never actually wrote down. Or they would invent new scenes, sometimes even new endings, whenever they thought the original version wasn’t as effective as it could have been.

The reason I am putting all of this over the cut is to make you aware of the fact that the changes in the story were all done with a purpose – in this case, to amplify its emotional impact.

Because, without this background knowledge, their changes to 3GAR appear to be absolutely devastating. Cruel, even.

Can I just start by saying that I love Merrison’s Holmes and Williams’ Watson?

Their chemistry is incredible. They breathe so much life into these two characters! They banter, they laugh, they at times even mock a particularly annoying client when said client can’t hear them – and sometimes even when they can *coughs* Killer Evans – and I regret not having listened to their entire work as of yet. 

(But that’s a good resolution for the new year if there ever was one!)

And, one thing I can say for certain: This Holmes is 100% in love with his Watson.

It is the “desperately unspoken” dynamic of TPLoSH all over again, but maybe a little less repressed. Also, Watson – again – has his three-continent-reputation to defend. They are stupid idiot boys, they don’t fucking TALK to each other, and it’s driving me up the wall, but at least they do very much consider each other family, and that is a really great step into the right direction.

That being said, do not listen to this version of 3GAR if you don’t have the time to be emotionally compromised after finishing it.

This adaptation first aired on October 26, 1994.

As mentioned earlier, the writers – in this case David Ashton – did add a bit of backstory as well as some filler scenes to stretch the episode over the entire runtime: the introduction shows how Evans shot Prescott, featuring seemingly indifferent, almost John-Mulaney-esque barkeepers, who are so very chill about the entire murder-thing happening in front of their eyes. “Oh, what is it about Friday nights, ey?”

Ashton not only gives characters like Saunders lines, but writes whole scenes just for them, and even paces longer exposition bits quite nicely by, for example, having the American John Garrideb start the explanation about the search for the third Garrideb in Baker Street, and Nathan Garrideb finish it by excitedly rambling about his impending fortune at the exasperated Saunders.

Not only pleasant filler scenes like these were added, however.

You see, there is a running theme throughout this episode: At the beginning, Holmes is quite his usual self, and mocks the concept of love, human connection, and relationships. He and Watson see a young couple in the park, the bloke teasing the girl and playfully stealing ... her ... hat ... *muffled screaching noises* ... and Holmes compares the couple to pidgeons: “The male puffs out his chest and the female runs around in circles.” Watson, as ever, doesn’t seem too opposed to the idea of having a woman in his life, and Holmes simply ends up pointing out that the couple is having their date quite close to where the gallows used to be. Charming as ever.

Throughout the episode, Holmes is confronted with the idea of love and companionship again and again, in very different scenarios, and gradually warms up to it. Which, looking at where the episode is headed – Watson realising that there is a heart behind the cold mask – is actually a beautiful thing to do, and certainly does make sense.

However, one morning Watson has business of his own to attend to. And that’s where the heartbreak sets in: In an added scene, they show Watson ring-shopping. 

(Not for Holmes, obviously. He seems to have met someone and plans on getting engaged, again. Very rude.)

So, while Holmes keeps realising that being alone all the time is not good for him, that he actually wants someone in his life, the only person who could fill this void runs around with a little box hidden in his coat pocket.

But, it gets worse.

Remember when I teased in the post about the Hobbs-Shelley-adaptation (x) that there is yet another way to include Watson’s internal realisation after getting shot? As in, neither putting it as a summary at the beginning nor at the end of the episode?

I was talking about this one.

Merrison’s Holmes, in my opinion, has the most emotional reaction to Watson getting shot. He literally panics. 

(And the fact that there are a couple of seconds of complete and utter silence after he rushes to Watson’s side really does not help!)

HOLMES: Watson, you’re not hurt! For god’s sake, say you’re not hurt! WATSON, in pain: Ugh... oh... almost worth it.  HOLMES: ... what!? WATSON: The pain. To see that look on your face. A great heart... as well as a great mind. HOLMES: Nonsense... I was merely worried about the surgeon’s bills. WATSON, bellows out a single laugh. HOLMES, tenderly: Here. L-l-let me look. WATSON: Oh no, it’s nothing Holmes. I should know it. It’s just a scratch. EVANS, groans in the background. WATSON: Did you shoot the fellow? HOLMES: No. The second shot was his also. But I laid my revolver along the side of his head. Wild West, indeed. – Watson, you are certain? WATSON: It’s just a scratch, Holmes. Honestly.

Then, Holmes first turns into the Hulk and then towards Evans, and if I ever heard a man speak through gritted teeth, then this is it.

And that following exchange features, honestly, the best non-canonical line of dialogue in Holmesian history:

EVANS: Say, what did you hit me with? HOLMES, not missing a single beat: JUSTICE!

But... it gets worse.

Evans gets arrested, and we get to see Watson and Holmes in Baker Street after the incident, where Holmes dresses Watson’s wounds – or at least he tries to, until Watson insists on doing it on his own, because Holmes is rubbish at it. Holmes then starts pacing around in the living room like an expectant father, “But is there nothing I can do??”

Watson tells him that he’d very much like to smoke a cigar, which leads to Holmes rummaging in the pockets of Watson’s coat.

And you’ve guessed it: Of course he finds The Box.

Cue: awkward moment where Watson tells him, for the first time, about his plans to get re-married.

And Holmes starts sulking, because Watson is about to leave him alone. Again.

But, it gets worse!

Suddenly, Lestrade calls. Holmes at first thinks this is about a case mentioned in passing earlier in the episode, but it is actually news about Nathan Garrideb: As you know, he didn’t take it too well that he never found a third Garrideb in Birmingham, and Lestrade now informs Holmes that Nathan got sent to a mental asylum. 

And... Holmes and Watson visit him there!

They happen to meet Saunders in Nathan’s room, who sadly ponders about the fact that Nathan was always so lonely during his lifetime, and that this isn’t healthy, and that this certainly contributed to the fact that his mind now snapped. 

Nathan eventually has a moment of clarity and recognises Holmes. After gifting his collection of bees to Holmes (...), he hopefully asks if Holmes came to tell him that he found the third Garrideb after all. Holmes, of course, has to decline, but he promises Nathan to find the man, if he exists.

But how, Nathan then exclaims in despair, can Holmes not know this! Holmes must know! He must know everything!!

So, the episode where Watson realises that Holmes does, in fact, love him, ends with an emotionally crushed and forsaken Holmes pondering about his retirement and keeping bees.

And that, my friends, is the most heart-breaking adaptation of 3GAR I have ever listened to.

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Yandere stray kids the wedding series: The wedding (3/4)

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Pairing: Reader X Stray kids Members Requested: Yes, by @petalskook : “Can I ask for a reaction to skz!yandere, How would your wedding be?” A/n: I thought it would be fun to make this a series so I did. Word count: 10k (I warned you guys) Author’s note: I added some more things to your request, because I felt like it fit the story well. I hope you like it. (This is a long post so get a snack I’d say. I’m not even sorry.) THIS TOOK ME A WHOLE WEEK.

Warning: Yandere themes, swearing, mentions of death, toxic relationships, mention of suicide do not read if uncomfortable (Also cute moodboards because I love weddings <3)

Important message at the end of the post, please read!

Chan:

The wedding had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. When they were sending out their invites, Chan had made sure to know every little detail about every person. People who knew about Chan’s true face, they weren’t invited. Of course they weren’t. He wasn’t going to risk the chance of his wedding getting ruined. The final chance of making Y/n his for the rest of their lives and whatever comes after it. The people who weren’t invited knew that Chan had killed multiple people before. They were intimidated by him and didn’t even dare to tell others about his secret life.

The wedding took place outside, the aisle would be lined up to a big tree where Chan would be waiting for Y/n. He’d greet people brightly, thanking them for coming. The people that were invited to the wedding were the most oblivious people Chan could find. They all saw Chan as a young handsome man, who obviously was in love with Y/n. She on the other hand didn’t think much of it, since Chan made it seem like her parents and best friends didn’t wanted to come. Like they didn’t support their relationship. Y/n would devastated by the fact that they didn’t love her enough to come to their special day and Chan couldn’t be happier.

She had been crying in his arms that day, looking comfort in by her fiancé as she was heartbroken. He’d try to contain his happiness from her. She now believed that she was all alone, but he made sure that she knew, he was everything she needed and now the day finally had arrived that they would become husband and wife. He almost had her all to himself, not that he didn’t already, but it would be official.

Chan had hired guards, so nobody could disturb the wedding. Not wanting to risk one of Y/n’s family members to show up and stop everything. Just the thought of it made him go crazy, but he kept himself calm by the thought of Y/n becoming his wife within just a few hours. He had thought of so many scenarios of how things could go wrong, but then he thought of her and he knew everything would be just fine.

He was nervously waiting as the last minutes ticked by. He hadn’t seen her in hours, but he just couldn’t wait. His heart skipped a beat, when the wedding planner announced that the bride had arrived. Chan would quickly check his looks, before he stared in awe at his beautiful bride. She looked absolutely stunning and he couldn’t help but cry. His wishes finally became reality. She is becoming his forever.

When she stood in front of him, she smiled brightly. Letting out a soft ‘hi’ as they held hands. Chan would wipe away a tear that rolled down her cheek and kiss her forehead, before they started the ceremony.

“The groom and the bride, now have the chance to exchange their self-written vows.” The marriage officiant says. “Y/n, will you start?”

“I enter into this life with you without reservation, without fear or confusion, but with a clear and trusting heart. Everything will work out love, because we will be together. I promise to honour you, to love you with all I have. I promise to always be by your side, no matter what. I love you.”

“Chan, your vows?” The officiant says.

“Every promise I make to you is one I feel is not a burden, but rather a gift- I don't have to honour and cherish you, I get to, I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with, I GET to be there for you and support you. It is my fantastic pleasure to be in the position to be there for you my love. I want to give you my unconditional love, tenderness, and undying devotion, I will not ask you to be more than you are, and to love you for being you. You’re my everything. You’re my life. You’re my future. I love you my queen.” Chan was holding her hands in his as he looked deeply into her eyes. Tears were blurring both of their visions, but they didn’t care.

“You made my vows sound lame.” Y/n pouts as Chan wiped her tears away once again. The whole room would be in a fit of laughter at her comment, before the officiant calmed the room down for the last part of the ceremony.

The rings were exchanged and the couple looked at each other with excitement.

“…and with by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride. " Within a millisecond, his lips would crashed on hers, sharing their first kiss as a married couple.

The reception would be also be outside under a big tent. Y/n was in awe at everything Chan and the wedding planner had arranged and she couldn’t be happier with the outcome. She would be tearing up once again as she couldn’t contain her happiness.

“You’re a little cry baby today, aren’t you babygirl?” Chan whispers as she hugged him tightly, emotional as they danced their first dance.

Everything went as planned, that’s what Y/n thought at least. Chan heard from one of the guards that Y/n’s (ex-) best friend tried to get in. She was there to ruin the wedding. And Chan wasn’t having it. He excused himself from Y/n, kissing her temple, before he went to confront the girl.

“You can’t do this Chan, you’re out of your mind! You’re a sick, possessive bastard who should end up in a psycho house!” She’d yell as soon as she saw Chan walking up to her. “Listen to me you little vermin, you can’t stop this. She hates you. She loves me. She’s mine. There’s nothing you can do against it. You’re nothing to her, she doesn’t need you. She never did. She has me now.” Chan growled lowly.

“You’re sick! She’s too good for you! You should just-“ 

“I should nothing. Well, maybe I do should do something about you.” Chan states with a smirk on his face. The girl’s face fell when the two guards took her away from the event, she knew what was coming next. And Chan’s smiling face would be the last thing she would see in her life.

Woojin:

Unlike Chan, Woojin wouldn’t care who came. He had everybody wrapped around his finger. Nobody thought anything bad about Y/n’s sweet Woojin. ‘Woojin could do nobody wrong. He couldn’t even hurt a fly. I mean look at him, he’s so cute and lovable. He can’t be a bad guy. He’s so good to Y/n. Why are you so against them?’ Somebody would say to Y/n’s best guy friend.

“You’re not jealous of them, are you?” The person would ask. 

“N-no, I just don’t trust him. There’s something about him, I just don’t know what it is yet.” He’d say, not noticing Woojin who was eavesdropping. Woojin would clench his fist. He wasn’t looking for any distractions or obstacles on his wedding day. 

No, his future wife deserved all the attention. 

It would all be about her. 

She had to be in the spotlight that day and nothing could ruin that.

Woojin’s best man ran to Woojin, informing him that Y/n’s best guy friend was on his way to Y/n and Woojin wasn’t going to let that happen. So, he ran after him. “Hey, Y/f/n. Can I talk to you?” He’d ask the boy, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “I really need to talk to Y/n.” He said, trying to get away from Woojin. “Can’t that wait? I really need to show you something? See it as a wedding present for us?” The poor boy couldn’t say no to that, also because Woojin had already taking him away.

Woojin would take the boy outside of the event, into the woods near the edge of the cliff. He’d start to choke the boy as soon as they got there. 

“You think I didn’t know what you were up to? Huh? It’s a shame that you had to do this, I didn’t wanted to get my hands or my wedding tuxedo dirty, but I guess you’ll be an exception. I will have to do this fast, because my wife needs my attention. I don’t want any unwanted guest at Y/n’s and my wedding. You should’ve thought about this if you knew who I really was. Any last words, you little fuck?” Woojin whispered as he looked in satisfaction how the colour of the boy’s face, whose he held in his tight grip, disappeared slowly. 

“Fuck you.” Was the only thing he could manage to say, his grip on Woojin’s hands getting weaker by the second.

Woojin sighed and turned the boy’s head without any mercy. He hid the body, so he could get rid of it later, Erasing his traces.

Minutes later he’d be back at the event, walking down the aisle as it was time for the ceremony. Woojin’s best man gave him a look that only Woojin would understand. He’d return a smile, telling him in silence that the job was done. Woojin’s attention switched to the aisle when music started to play and he’d smile brightly as soon as he saw his beautiful bride. The love of his life that would be his wife in just a few minutes.

More minutes had passed and it was now time for Woojin’s vows:

“…I promise to find a way to show you how much I love you every single day of our lives. You fill my life with meaning. Thank you for taking me as I am, loving me, and welcoming me into your heart. I promise to always love you, respect you, and to be faithful to you forever.”

“The rings please.” The officiant would say.

“I, Y/n, give you, Woojin this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." She says as she slipped the ring on Woojin’s long finger. He’d smile at her and return the saying.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Woojin swept her off her feet and dipped her as he kissed her. She giggled in between the kisses whilst the crowd was cheering for them.

Later that day, when the two sat down at their table at the reception, which was in an old fabric that was renovated. So, that events like weddings could be celebrated there, otherwise it would disappear under a thick layer of dust.

“Have you seen y/friend’s/n? I didn’t see him at the ceremony?” His wife asked. “No, I’m sorry baby. I think he might bailed.” “Why would he do that? I thought he was happy for me- us.” She mutters sadly. “I don’t know baby, but don’t worry. You can forget about him, all you need is me, isn’t that right my queen?” “It is baby.” She whispered before kissing him.

She excused herself after a while, wanting to dance with her friends. Woojin would whine for a while, until he saw his best man. He let her go, telling her to not have too much fun without him, before he went off to his friend.

“Speak.” Woojin mutters harshly under his breath. “We cleared the body and the traces have been erased.” The other Yandere said. “Thank you, you’ve brought me a great wedding gifts.” Woojin would say happily as he hugs his friend. “Everything for you and your wife.” “She’s finally mine. There’s nothing now that could separate us, not even death!” Woojin exclaimed. “I know, it just seems amazing. I can’t wait to marry as well.” He said with a smile.

“Trust me, even though I’ve been only married for an hours or so. It’s amazing. Now, excuse me. I’m going to dance with my wife.” He yells over the music, running off to his wife who was dancing. He ripped her off of her friends and pulled her into his arms. She’d squeal happily when she was in her husband’s arms again. “You’re back!” “Let’s have a good time baby.” He whispers in her ear as they began to dance the night away.

Minho:

Like Woojin, Minho would want a smaller type of wedding. But almost nobody would know about it. The bachelor party, wasn’t really a bachelor party. Her friends thought it was just an average gathering for the girls. Y/n wasn’t allowed to speak about the wedding, but she wanted to tell her friends so badly. Yet, she secretly knew Minho was testing her and he was indeed.

He needed to know how good she’d be to him, how loyal and trusting she could be for him. And she succeeded. She didn’t tell a single soul, maybe a small animal she would find in her backyard, but that would be it.

Y/n had ask Minho something about sending the invites to the guests, only to receive a weird glance from her fiancé.

“What guests?” He’d say. The guests to our wedding- d-don’t you want guests?” He’d ignore her question and pull her on his lap, placing her head on his shoulder and holding her tight. “My love, don’t you think it would be better to have a wedding just for the two of us?” “You don’t want to invite anybody-“ “Just imagine it princess, you in an amazing dress. You would look even more perfect than you already do and me in a tuxedo. Isn’t a wedding just about the bride and the groom? That’s all we need, don’t we?” Minho said quickly with excitement. “I guess you’re right but-“ “No, buts. We are having a private wedding. I have everything planned out. And nobody would have to come, it would save us so much money, which we could eventually spend on our honeymoon. That I also already booked. Baby, it will be beautiful. No further distractions from other people. Just you and me. And the marriage officiant, because somebody has to marry us.” He laughs.

Y/n was sad about the thought of not being able to share her wedding day with more people that she loved, but when she looked at Minho, he gave her the puppy eyes. She would sigh and give into his suggestion to have a secret wedding.

And Minho couldn’t be happier. He had planned everything out. The wedding would take place in a open stop in the mountains. The aisle would be simple, but the few was majestic. The music would be playing softly as Y/n walked down the aisle. He chuckled when he heard her gasp in surprise, she had no idea what Minho had planned for their wedding.

When she stood in front of him she jumped up and down excitedly. “First I was driven here by a private chauffeur, blindfolded. And now this few! The decorations are absolutely stunning!” She exclaimed as she was in his arms. “I’m glad you like it baby. Shall we do this?”

The ceremony went on smoothly, no distractions. Just him and her. That’s all that mattered and that’s all that he wanted. She needed him, nothing but him. He could give her anything she wanted.

“… I devote myself to you, heart and soul. There is truly no me without you. Life has no meaning, truth doesn't exist without you. You are the feeling of life. You are the glory of creation. You are my love and my light. Be with me always and I will give you everything that I have.” He whispered to her as he said his vows.

Y/n cried at his sweet words, also still an emotional wreck as the exchanged rings and their last thoughts. And before the two knew it, they were declared husband and wife and Minho had crashed his lips on her. She was still crying tears of joy as he kissed her.

“Are you ready for our next surprise my wife?” Minho asks sweetly. She nodded in excitement. He took her by the hand and lead her to the reception that was inside. She gasped once again when she saw the venue. He had rented an entire restaurant, just for the two of them. The table would be set by large windows so they had the full scenery in front of them as they ate. Minho helped Y/n with her dress, before the chef came to congratulate them and bring them their cake.

“It’s like we’re on a date. You know just the two of us.” Y/n giggled. “A date where we get married?” Minho laughed, making her laugh as well. “I’m glad we did this, it’s so much more intense when it’s just the two of us.” Y/n admitted. Minho just smiled at her. Happy that he now knew he had her wrapped around his finger. He loved how naive she is, she didn’t even notice how much he hated her family. They knew too much and he couldn’t risk losing her because of some morons. ‘What do they know? They don’t know anything about our love. About my love for her. They can all fuck off. She’s mine now.’ Minho thought to himself as he enjoyed the view, that was his wife.

“I love you.” She whispered when she caught him staring. “I love you too, so much. My beautiful queen. My one and only.”

Changbin:

This perfectionist would want all the control when it comes to the wedding and she was fine with that. He’d ask her what she wanted and it would make it happen for her. He’d listen to every tiny detail she wanted for the wedding. It made him happy to see her happy. When it came to the guest he would have every say in it. “What about my aunt?” She’d asks. “Do you want somebody who keeps asking us about when we are having children on our wedding day?” Changbin would reply. “Never mind then. What about my friend s-“ “No, she keeps nagging and I don’t think we’re waiting for any conflicts to be made at the wedding.” “You’re right. You know what. You know what you’re doing. I trust you. As long as my parents and my friends are there, I’ll be fine.” She’d say, before kissing him and leaving his office to go to the other room.

Changbin would only invite the necessary people, like her parents, her best friends and her closest family members. People like her grandparents if she wanted to. “Baby what flowers would you like?” “Y/favourite/flowers!” She’d yell from their shared bedroom. “Alright princess!”

Changbin would be the sweetest when it came to your wedding, but she had to be good to him. He wouldn’t be testing her the way Minho would, but he definitely would be keeping his eyes on her all the time. When she had free time given by him to shop for a wedding dress, he had a spy who would update Changbin about Y/n.

When Y/n had returned home. She gave Changbin a kiss before she ran upstairs with the dress that she had successfully bought. He’s chuckle at how adorable she was, before he turned his attention to the spy that was waiting outside for Changbin. “I saw that the dress shopping was a success.” Changbin said in a serious, but happy tone. “It was sir, she was very happy. And there were no guys near her. Those who almost were, I eliminated them.” “Well job.” “Now about my payment-“ The man in front of Changbin got cut off by the bullet that was shot through his skull. “Don’t think you’re an exception. Nobody but me gets to be around my Y/n, not even if I paid you.” Changbin muttered, before he disposed the body.

It was finally the day of the wedding and Changbin would be running around like he was the actual wedding planner. “Are the flowers here- no that needs to be there. What on earth are you doing? Do you think this is a joke? Get your ass out there and do your fucking job!” He’d yell at an innocent boy who didn’t even work there. Changbin was just worried, he needed everything to be perfect for her. He wanted everything to be exactly like what she had imagined, he wanted to be her dream. He wanted to be part of her dream that came true. ‘Of course this would be a dream for her, she’s marrying me. What else would she need- would she like the flowers? Are they the right colour? Oh my…’ He thought to himself. And when Changbin thought everything was going right, the maid of honour came to him telling his fiancée needed to speak to him, urgently.

His anxiety got the best of him and he started to think of scenarios that could happen or things she could possibly say to him. ‘Changbin I don’t think we can go through with this, I don’t want to marry you’ ‘I never loved you I just wanted this to be set up so I could marry y/f/n.’ ‘I just saw a picture of the venue and I hate it, this whole wedding is ruined. If this is what you give me how could I marry you-‘

“Changbin is that you?” He heard his love stutter after he had knocked on her door. “Y-yes princess it’s me. What’s wrong? I heard from y/f/n that you needed to talk to me?” He whispered from the other side of the door that separated them. “I-I’m scared.” She muttered softly. “Of course it’s scary my love, but think about it this way. We’re going to be together for the rest of our-” “No, no. It’s not that. It’s just…” She trailed off causing Changbin to be confused by her inaudible mumbling. “What was that darling, please speak clearly you’re kind of freaking me out-“ “I’m scared you won’t like the dress.” She blurted out.

Changbin sighed in relief and a sound of laughter followed soon, causing Y/n to let out a sound of confusion. “Baby, I’m sure I will love your dress. Even if you showed up in a trash bag I would still marry you. I don’t care what you wear, all I want is to marry the love of my life and make you mine forever.” He whispered truthfully. He heard her sigh in relieve as well and he saw a small hand sticking out of the door frame. “Thank you honey, I needed that.” She whispered from the other side of door whilst squeezing his hand. He kissed her hand before he said his goodbye.

The anxiety faded as soon as Y/n walked down the aisle. They were both ready to marry each other. He was ready to continue to dedicate his life to her, to worship her like a goddess. He loves her so  much he was jumping up and down in excitement, making the room laugh slightly.

The ceremony was over before they knew it. The three was lighted up as they shared their first kiss as a married couple. Y/n still was repeating Changbin’s vows in her head: 

‘Sometimes I listen to you breathing and think that this wonderful person - the flesh and blood sitting next to me - is the most beautiful collection of star stuff that could ever be. I only want to sit and listen to you and feel your heartbeat, knowing that you will always be there with me. I promise to wake you in the mornings and to help you rest at night. I promise to make everything easier. I promise to respect and love you for who you are and to love the person you will be for all the years to come.’

For the reception, Changbin didn’t bother hiring security. It would only cost him money, lives and time. He’d have to clean them up after the wedding and he wasn’t in the mood. Instead he kept her by his side like any newlyweds would do. This way, he could keep his eyes on her as she stuck onto him like glue held them together.

He’d try to hold back by every male guest who touched his wife as they congratulated them, but he knew they would never ever have a chance with her. When that was done, he dragged his wife to the dancefloor and started to dance with her like nobody was watching. He didn’t care and neither did she. He spun her around as he picked her up, her dress following her behind. He looked at her lovingly as she giggled in his arms, also not being able to keep his hands off her.

“I love you my love.” “I love you too.” She whispered. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly. 

His one and only. 

His love and the light of his life. 

His wife. Only his.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin is an emotional Yandere. He’d manipulate her when it came to her or his feelings. When Hyunjin didn’t get what he wanted he’d whine and cry like a little child to get what he wanted and of course she couldn’t help but give him what he wanted, his tears were her weakness and since Hyunjin was an emotional person, he would be a crying mess on his wedding day.

His best man, Jeongin, would be helping him with his tuxedo. “Jeongin, I’m getting married today!” He’d cry out with a gasp as he realised what was happening. “Yes, Hyunjin you’ve been crying that out for the past few hours now.” The younger boy would laugh as he fixed Hyunjin’s tie. “Now, dry your face and get a hold of yourself. You’re going to marry her today. You’re love of your life.” Jeongin whispered, making the boy burst into tears once again. “I’m just so happy! She’s going to be my wife forever! I’ve been waiting for this moment, ever since I saw her.” “I remember the day when you spotted her. I told you you’d get obsessed with her and here we are.” Jeongin, who was also a yandere, said. His fiancée would be one of Y/n’s bridesmaids and Hyunjin couldn’t be happier, well at least he thought. Hyunjin was happy to be able to share his thought with a fellow yandere.

Hyunjin was also whipped for his fiancée. “Hyunjin we can’t see each other before the wedding.” She’d giggle as Hyunjin squeezed a hand through the door frame. “I just needed to hear you. I couldn’t bare being away from you any longer.” He whined, wiggling his hands to sign that he wanted to hold hers. “I can’t wait to marry you.” She whispered back, shaking his hand a little in excitement. He giggled at her action and leaned down to kiss it. “Hyunjin we need to get ready.” Jeongin panted as he came in running. “Jeongin is that you?” She’d chuckles. “I swear, I lose this guy out of my sight for one second and he comes running to you.” Jeongin laughs. “Baby, go with Jeongin. I’ll see you soon.” Y/n would say to her groom. “But baby, I still have-“ Hyunjin would try. “The marriage officiant is waiting, Hyunjin.” “Baby go.” Hyunjin heard her say. He kissed her hand once again before he ran off with Jeongin.

Hyunjin had to ran for 5 minutes to get outside, because that boy was so whipped for his queen that he had rented a whole castle to have their wedding. The place didn’t needed much decoration, since it was a castle and very spectacular itself. Hyunjin looked around as he greeted some of the guests, he made sure everything was perfect. He also had taken a peek at the reception, taking a glance of the cake. He sighed happily as everything went as planned, until Y/n was standing in front of him. After she had walked down the aisle with her dad on her side, Hyunjin had cried his eyes out in happiness. He was focusing all his attention on his bride, but a guy behind him suddenly caught his eye.

It was Y/n’s guy friend. He was eyeing her up and down and Hyunjin felt his blood boiling. ‘How dares he to check out my bride like that on our wedding day.’ He thought. Jeongin notices Hyunjin glaring at the guy and poked his back shortly to get him back on focus. They shared a look and Jeongin knew what to do after the wedding. In the meantime as Jeongin was making a plan for Y/n’s friend, Hyunjin was saying his vows.

"’I do’ really means, ‘I will’. I will dedicate myself to you. I will take your hand in a spirit of adventure. I will respect your decisions even when I might not agree with them. I will stand by you. I will love you and love growing old with you. If I have done anything right in my life, it will be giving my heart to you - my one true love.”

Minutes later he’d kiss his wife passionately, trying to make it clear to her guy friend that he had no chance with her. He’d pick her up bridal style and run down the aisle with her in his arms whilst the people were cheering happily for them.

After their first dance, Hyunjin handed his beautiful wife over to her parent. Kissing her cheek, before he walked off to Jeongin who smirked. “Where is he?” Hyunjin asked his friend coldly. “I locked him in one of the bathrooms on the other side of the castle.” “Good job.” Hyunjin said whilst smirking along.

Soon they had arrived at the bathroom, Hyunjin started laughing. The boy looked pathetic as he was tied up and laid on the ground. Hyunjin knelt down to his level and ripped the tape from his face, making the boy groan in pain. “Why are you doing this? I knew something was up with you. I never thought you were a psychopath.” He’d yell. “Yell all that you want. They won’t be able to hear you. Nobody will. Nobody will ever find you or care enough to look for you. We should do you a favour and make you disappear, don’t we Jeongin?” “I agree.” Jeongin said, taking out a knife out of his back pocket.

“Who do you think you are! Checking my wife out! How dare you! She’s mine! Only mine! You need to pay for what you did you fucking twat.” Hyunjin yells as he grabbed the boy by his hair. Not wanting to bruise the boy’s skin as they wanted to make their murder look like an act of suicide.

“Wait! No- Please!” Jeongin’s laughter had an evil tint to it as he cut the robes of the boy. In the meantime was Hyunjin running the bath, before they grabbed the boy and threw him in. They held his head under the tab, grabbing him by the shoulder so he couldn’t get out of their grip. When he stopped squirming and his colour of his skin started to pale, they let go of him. They checked his pulse, to make sure they had gotten rid of him.

“Should we clean this up?” Jeongin would ask. “No, leave him here. Make it seem natural. Let’s go outside. It will seem like we took a walk.” Hyunjin said. “You’re so smart.” “You’ve a lot to learn, but you’ll get there.” Hyunjin laughs as they walked out the door.

When they had sneaked outside successfully after their task, Hyunjin saw his wife in her stunning white dress, running up to them. “What’s wrong baby?” He asks her as she looked upset. “Have you seen Y/f/n? I haven’t seen him since the ceremony.” She states confused. “No I’m sorry baby, Jeongin and I were just taking a walk whilst chatting. Maybe he left already?” Hyunjin said as he held her in his arms. “Why would he leave? I thought he was my friend?” She pouts.

“Don’t be sad my love, you have me. I’ll be all you need.” Hyunjin smiled as he pecked her lips. “I know, now let’s go back inside. I want to dance with you.” She says with a smirk. “Everything for you my love.”

Jisung:

Jisung is a scaredy and panicky-like person. When Jisung proposed he had a million things going through his mind. ‘She will say yes, right? Of course Jisung, why wouldn’t she say yes? She loves you- but what if she doesn’t? No- No don’t be crazy! She loves you. What if it was all an act-‘ His own thoughts were cut off when she appeared and he went for it and popped the question. Ever since he hasn’t been any less anxious. He was running back and forth, making calls at the same time as he planned his wedding with a wedding planner on his side. “What if the weather would be bad?” He’d ask in a panicked tone. “You two are planning to marry in the summer, it will be fine.” “But what if-“ “Jisung, it will be fine. Everything will work out. Trust me.” The wedding planner tried to assure him. “It better will.” Jisung growled at him. Before he went back to making calls.

Jisung and Y/n were now out on trying flavours for their cake, when Y/n asked him how the planning was going. 

“W-why are you asking? Everything is going fine- just great! You shouldn’t worry- you’re asking a lot of questions-“ “Baby, calm down. Breath.” His fiancée say as she held his cheeks in her hands. “You’re all wrought-up. You know I’m right here when you need any help and so is our wedding planner. He will do an amazing job and so will you. I believe in you my love.” She assured him whilst she peppered his face with kisses. Jisung calmed down in her touch and kissed her hands in appreciation. “Thank you princess, but I feel like I should do this. You shouldn’t be worried about our wedding. The only think you need to do it be pretty and be there.” He jokes, with a tint of anxiety hidden in the back. “I’m for sure going to be there, but let me help. I don’t want to see you all worn out at our wedding day. This is also about you- it’s about us two, coming together and become one. We’re going to be married Sungie. Let me help you.” She whispers as she runs her fingers through his hair. “Alright, could you please help me with the flowers and the cake? That would be amazing.” “I will my love. Now, finish your cake. It’s a pity if they’d have to throw it away.” She smiles as she feeds him another piece. “I love you princess.”

Finally, the day of the wedding was there. And Jisung was as anxious as ever. He was shaking and Y/n had told him to take some medicine, since he got her worried. He did as he was told and he calmed down. He now was walking around the venue, with sort of glassy eyes. The medicines had hit him hard, but they’d wear off eventually. It was an hour before the wedding and Jisung felt happiness instead of his lingering anxiety. He was greeting guests cheerfully and thanking them for coming.

The only thing on Jisung’s mind right now was marrying the love of his life. He was getting so excited, until Y/n’s brother came up to him. (A/n: if you don’t have a brother in real life, for the sake of this imagine/ scenario, please pretend you do. It isn’t called ‘fiction’ for nothing.) Jisung hated Y/n’s brother. He always was stepping on Jisung’s toes. Always pointing out Jisung’s flaws, telling him he’d never be good enough for Y/n. Jisung wanted him gone at this point. “Hey, faggot. You look a little nervous now, don’t you?” He’d scoff. Jisung would roll his eyes, trying to walk away from him so he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret on his wedding day. “What is this?” Her brother would start as he looked into Jisung’s eyes. “The little fucker is even high on his own wedding day! How fucking predictable.” He’d snicker.

“I have told you multiple times that you should piss of maggot-“ “And I’ve told you multiple times, that I will marry that girl. No matter what. You aren’t an exception. Don’t think you’re special or anything.” Jisung snapped back. Her brother didn’t look too amused and rolled his eyes at Jisung. “I will stop this marriage with all my power, just remember that. She doesn’t need you. You don’t deserve her. I’m putting an end to this for once and for all even if I would have get rid of you personally.” He’d threaten before he stomped off.

Jisung was left speechless and he noticed that the medicine wasn’t working anymore. It felt like something snapped inside of Jisung’s brain, because he was losing his sanity. He wanted to kill him. He didn’t care that people would watch, but he knew it would be the end of him. Too many people would be eyewitnesses, especially since their wedding was on the roof of a building. She’d run away from him. He couldn’t risk that, so he called up a guy and did what he had to do.

Jisung in the meantime walked to the bar to get a drink, the only thing that could help him out for  now. His best man came up to check on him and he assured him that he was alright.

Jisung was still restless as he was waiting for his fiancée to walk down the aisle, thinking something still could go wrong. He heard her brother’s words repeating itself through his head, but they all faded away when he saw her. She looked beautiful in her dress and he felt his body relax. Especially when he saw the shocked expression on her brother’s face before he ran out of the ceremony. People shot him confused glances, but didn’t think too much of it as they returned their attention to the couple.

The ceremony went spotless. Y/n even cried when she listened Jisung’s vows. “I promise to love you without condition, to honour you each and every day. To laugh with you when you’re happy, to guide you when you ask for direction. To challenge you to be a better person and allow you to do the same for me. I’ll promise to be your biggest fan and your ever present listening audience. I promise to love you for eternity and whatever comes after that. I promise to love you with whatever I have and with whatever I will receive. You’re the love of my life, the reason why I wake up every day. I love you so much.”

After the wedding, it seemed like people had forgotten already about Y/n’s brother, but Jisung hadn’t. He excused himself and made once again a call.

“Give me an update.” Jisung demanded through the phone. “He’s dead and we will have his body liquidated.” The man on the other side would state. “Thank you my old friend. I will send you your pay check after the wedding.” “Thank you, boss. Congratulations and enjoy your evening.” “Thank you, goodbye.” Jisung says before he hung up the phone.

“Who what that baby?” Y/n asks, the moonlight hitting her face when she came outside to look for her husband. “Nothing important baby, I just got an call from an old friend. He sadly couldn’t make it due work, but he did congratulate us.” Jisung whispered as he held her. “That’s so sweet. By the way, do you have any idea where y/b/n went? I haven’t seen him.” “Don’t worry about him, I think he had something important to do.” “I guess so. I mean, he looked pretty shocked. Anyway, are you coming back inside? Dinner is going to be served soon.” “I’ll be there in just a second baby.” He whispered against her lips, before she went back inside.

“I told you I was going to marry her. No matter what. You weren’t an exception as you saw.” Jisung muttered to the wind as he looked at the skyline. “One vermin less to worry about.” Jisung says before he went back inside. Because he won, he had the girl and he would always have her.

Felix:

This boy would arrange a big wedding. He would invite everybody he knew. The lobby guy? Sure why not, come to our wedding and see how I make this beauty mine. He’d spend all his money on the wedding, trying to make it a fairy tale-like. He’d also give her a lot of money to his fiancée so she could buy a dress. “No, I can’t take this-“ “Of course you can. You’re going to be my wife. Everything I have is yours.” He says with a flirty smirk resting on his lips. “No, Felix please. Keep it. I can’t take that from you. It’s too much.” She says as she held the stack of money Felix had placed in her hands. “It’s either, you take the money or I’ll come with you. And as much as I would love to tag along with you, it brings bad luck if the husband sees his wife in her dress, before the wedding. You wouldn’t want that, now do you my love?” She sighs as she shook her head no. He started to chuckle as he kissed her forehead and walked off.

Felix would often drop of the invites for their wedding, personally to the people. Seeing their faces lighten up would bring him joy, it was a way of showing dominance over his fiancée somehow to him. “Here’s an invite to our wedding.” The more he’d say it, the more joy it brought to him. He just couldn’t wait. He wanted to marry her straight away, but the chance of having an audience who is there to see it all gave Felix a rush of adrenaline.

He was a happy man, until he arrived at Y/n’s parents’ place. They hated Felix’s guts. They didn’t wanted to do anything with him, yet they let their daughter marry him. He’d smirk slyly by the thought of how he has Y/n wrapped around his finger.

“Mom, I’m going to marry him no matter what. You can’t do anything about it.” She had yelled, Felix standing behind her as he tried to hide the smirk on his face. “He’s not who you think he is-“ “And what do you know? You’ve hated him ever since I’ve introduced him to you!” “You can’t marry him Y/n-“ “Yes, I can! I don’t need adult consent to get married. I’m an adult! Now just leave, you’re wasting our time. We’ve got a wedding to plan.” She had said, ending the scene by dragging him along with her.

Felix smiled back at the memory as he stood in front of her parents’ place. “Hello, Felix.” Her dad muttered as soon as he saw the younger man. “Hello, sir. Here’s the invite to your daughter’s and I’s wedding-“ “Listen to me you piece of shit. My daughter is way too good for you. I will tear you apart, if I find out you treat her wrong. I will make sure she will see you like we do. You’re nothing but a failure, a little sociopath who needs to be locked up. Don’t think I don’t know who you are. We’ve seen your secret records and folders- you know what. I’m going to call the police. I should’ve done that a long time ago-“ Before her dad knew it, Felix had his hand wrapped around the man’s neck as he shoved him back inside.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t let you do that. Can’t risk the chance of Y/n even thinking about leaving me, which she won’t, but just to make sure. Why don’t we get rid of you, do we?” Felix’s face would be the last thing the man remembered and the screaming of his wife in the background, before everything turned pitch black. Felix would call a guy to clean up the mess, before he went back to his fiancée at home.

“Baby, can you come here?” Felix would say as he patted his lap, signing to her to sit on it. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked him softly. “I-I just went to your parents’ place to hand them their invite to our wedding, but they started screaming at me how I didn’t deserve you and that they didn’t wanted to come to our wedding if you married me.” Felix cried. Y/n froze in shock, believing every word Felix told her. “T-they denied our invite?” Felix nodded in respond as he hid his face in her shoulder.

“W-well, screw them! I don’t need them! All I need is you and only you.” Those were the words Felix had been longing to hear. He pulled back from her shoulder to kiss her lips softly. “I love you baby.” “I love you too.”

Felix had planned the wedding perfectly and you could see that. The decoration was handmade and it took the staff a week to decorate everything. There were flowers hanging next to the chandeliers from the ceiling and the guests were taking pictures everywhere. They all would praise Felix for his creativity and for making this wedding absolutely beautiful.

Felix would calmly walk around, knowing there couldn’t go anything wrong. He had checked every guest personally and they all thought of him as a sweet young (and rich) boy who was absolutely whipped for his bride. And he was indeed whipped for her.

Every ten minutes he would go to her dressing room, checking up on her and asking if she needed anything. “I can get you some cake if you want to, nobody would notice. That thing is huge!” He’d joke. “No, Felix honey I will be fine. Just go get ready yourself and I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.” “I love you so much.” “I love you too Lix.”

Everything went as planned. And his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he saw her walk down the extravagant aisle. The dress fitted her perfectly, hugging every little bit of her. He was star struck. It felt like seeing her for the first time, he just knew he had to have her and now the time was finally there.

He couldn’t stop looking and touching her, the marriage officiant even noticed. “We should get started, because I can see that the groom would love to move on to their wedding night.” He’d joke, making everybody laugh before they started.

When the vows were being exchanged he stared at her lovingly, taking every word to his heart. “…I take you to be my best friend, my faithful partner and my one true love. I promise to encourage you and to inspire you and to laugh at every lame joke you make. I promise to always join you when you start dancing and I will always be there for you in times of good and bad. I will forever love unconditionally through the times of our adventures in life together. I love you Felix.”

He whipped the tears away that fell from her eyes and kissed her forehead, before he started his vows. “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t have that much of a vow, but that’s okay. It is, because I promise to love and honour you with everything I have. Like I said before, everything I have is yours and I want to be all that you need. I promise to be your rock, your best friend and your faithful partner. I promise to love you to eternity and whatever comes after that. I will treat you as my queen and nothing less. I will give you everything you want and I’ll be everything you need. I love you princess.”

They were both shaking in excitement after they had exchanged their rings and as soon as the officiant declared them as husband and wife, Felix pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He grabbed her hand when the music started playing as they walked happily down the aisle together.

“Are you ready Mrs Lee?” He asks when they stood in front of the doors of their reception. “I am Mr Lee.” She giggles as she kissed him. “Let’s do this then.” As soon as they opened the door a gasp had left Y/n’s mouth. The reception was even more fairy tale-like than their ceremony and Y/n didn’t know where to look. Everything was just so beautiful and she just couldn’t help, but cry. “Do you like it my love?” He asks excitedly. “I love it! It’s all so pretty! Did you do this? I- Felix!” She whined happily as she hid her face in his chest as she hugged him.

“Hey, you know what they say. Happy wife happy life.” Felix laughed, making her laugh as well. “Now, come with me please. I want to have my first dance with my wife.” He whispered as he dragged her to the middle of the dance floor. Both of them were smiling brightly, nothing could ruin their night. Absolutely nothing. Felix would make sure of it.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loves the mountains, so that’s where the wedding would take place. He would give her almost all the say over their wedding, except the invites. He loved your family, but he wasn’t very fond of your friends. They saw and knew too much. They didn’t support their relationship and Seungmin didn’t wanted to lose his sanity at his own wedding. Their meetups went wrong multiple times.

There would be yelling and even the sound of smashing glass. The police eventually got involved and everything was just a mess. “Officer, I swear to God I didn’t- He-“ She started. “Ma’am you’re holding a sharp object in your hand and he’s the one bleeding. I think I know who to believe.” The police officer states as he looked at Seungmin whose arm and face was bleeding. “That fucking bastard started all of this! He should be the one who’s getting arrested not me! Fucking psychopath walk to hell!” One of Y/n’s friends yelled as she got handcuffed by another officer.

“O-officer, I just don’t know what happened. We were having a great time and then they started to smash things in my house and- and I didn’t know what to do. They even smashed my girlfriend’s pictures. I-“ “It’s okay, Mr Kim. We’ll handle this. We’ll send you to the hospital so your cuts and wounds can receive medical attention.” “C-could you also call my girlfriend? My hands hurt.” Seungmin winced in pain with a sad look on his face. “Of course.”

Twenty minutes later his worried fiancée would arrive at the hospital, frantically asking people and eventually Seungmin questions about the whole situation. “W-we were at our place and I wanted to get to know them, since they are your friends. But, I think they don’t really like me, since they started to throw things at me.”

‘You filthy bastard. We know what you are. We saw you the very first day, following us around like a fucking shadow. You think that we’re going to let you marry her? Fuck-‘ ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen.’ Seungmin had muttered under his breath that night. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You heard me puppet. I will make sure you won’t come between Y/n and I.’

“Well, that doesn’t really sound like them?” Y/n mumbled confused as she caressed her fiancé’s cheek as a sign of comfort. “I’m sorry baby, I-I guess they weren’t who we thought they were.” Seungmin whispered as he kissed her forehead.

Not even weeks later they were in court. All charges were spoken as guilty to Y/n’s friends and they couldn’t believe what happened. Seungmin had to wait until they had walked out to smile. He played the game dirty, but this was the only way to win. ‘One way to get these maggots out of the way.’ He slipped the rest of the money to his lawyer before he walked off with his fiancée. “I’m sorry baby, but this is what they deserve.” A fifty meter distant restraining order was given. She shrugged sadly as she walked back with him to the car. “The bad things are over now princess. Let’s focus on the good things like our upcoming wedding.”

And so they did. Y/n decided to focus all her attention to their wedding and made sure everything would be perfect. The small church, where they would be wedded was simply decorated and the reception would take outside under the big trees with little lights in them as they sun would set. The day would go by just like that. Seungmin was already thinking back, just a few hours earlier he was stressing about that day and now he was married to the love of his life.

“There is only you and there will only ever be you. You who fulfils my heart and my purpose in life. I love you so much and you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me. I promise to always love you, to always cheer you up whenever you’re sad, to comfort you when you’re frustrated. I promise to be everything you need and more. I also promise to always make you food whenever you’re hungry, since you quite scare me whenever you’re hangry.” He had joked minutes before they shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

Seungmin just couldn’t be happier. Sadly his happiness came to an end when his best man called him over, telling him someone was demanding to see him outside of the venue. Seungmin would excuse himself and would walk off to see on of Y/n’s ex-friends standing.

“Remember, fifty meters.” Seungmin smirked. “You may have won that round, but If I go to Y/n and show her the actual prove of what happened that night, she will ask for a divorce immediately.” She’d threaten as she waved the bag, with apparently the prove, in front of Seungmin’s face. He quickly snatched it from her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her away from the venue. In the meantime he had called somebody who minutes later ran up behind them. “Take care of her, you know what to do.” Seungmin would say as he tossed her to him.

She looked at him shocked from the ground, which made Seungmin smirk once again. “You really didn’t think that I’d let you walk off like that, right? You dump little bitch. It’s your turn now. And make sure these are gone too.” The boy nodded to his boss before Seungmin walked off.

“Nobody will find you, trust me on that one.” He whispered as he looked back. “Baby, are you coming? We’re going to dance!” His wife says as soon as she sees him. “I’m coming honey!” ‘Nobody will ruin this for me.’

Jeongin:

This young boy wanted everything, just like the other boys to be perfect. But, not only for his fiancée but also to prove to people that even though he was young, he could manage to plan a wedding. The wedding would take place at his home town, also known as Busan. He dreamed of a beach wedding, because he missed his home and because he thought the pictures of her would turn out beautifully.

He didn’t really know what to do, but he wasn’t going to admit that, so he hired a wedding planner. He let her do that main theme and the decoration and Jeongin would just check in if she’s doing whatever Jeongin wanted. Y/n would be shopping for a wedding dress and Jeongin would tag along. He’d act awkward and sit there with his hoodie over his face. He just didn’t wanted to be away from her. Y/n lowkey loved it and thought he was adorable. He didn’t care, he heard how happy she was when she had found the right dress. And she would laugh when he tried to find his way to the exist with his eyes closed. “Baby, you can open your eyes, the dress is in a black bag.” Y/n laughed, making him laugh as well.

When they went out for picking flowers with their wedding planner, he would be stopping his fiancée every time, just to make a picture of her saying with every photo he made: ‘I can’t see my baby, I only see flowers in this picture.’ She’d slap him playfully before they went on with their wedding planning.

Y/n had no idea what Jeongin had planned. A day before the wedding he told her to not wear a necklace on their wedding day and Y/n would accept it without thinking too much about it. So, the next day when it was finally the wedding day, he was calm. He had nothing to worry about. The reception looked great, the ceremony did too and the sun was shining brightly. The day couldn’t go wrong.

And he had no ‘enemies’, nobody would expect from that sweet young boy to be a mad possessive man. His smile had caught many hearts and they all loved him. ‘Jeongin couldn’t even hurt a fly.’ They would all say.

And Jeongin thought so too, he didn’t wanted to hurt people unnecessarily. He does what he has to do when somebody threatens him or his love of his life. He didn’t wanted to make enemies and one way of doing that is by forbidding his fiancée to have any male friends. Another way would be keeping her family and friends ‘close’. In a way where they would only see his sweet side, but that wouldn’t be happening for too long anymore. As soon as they would get married she’d be only his.

She wouldn’t need anybody else, but him.  He was greeting a lot of people when he suddenly saw Y/n’s maid of honour. “How is she doing?” He asked her. “She’s doing fine. She’s just nervous, but that’s normal. And she was thirsty, so I’m getting her a drink.” “You’re so good to her, thank you.” Jeongin shot her his best fake smile when she walked off again. ‘Just one last time you have to deal with them Jeongin, just one day.’ He said to himself.

Before he knows it, he gets called to the end of the aisle where he’d be waiting for her. He was jumping up and down in excitement and Chan literally had to hold him down, but when he saw his bride he froze and Chan let go.

She looked beautiful in her dress and Jeongin smiled to himself proudly when he saw that she didn’t wore a necklace. He couldn’t resist kissing her when she finally stood in front of him. “You look like a goddess baby.” He whispered making her blush.

“Please say your vows Mr Yang.” The officiant says. Jeongin cleared his throat before he spoke. “My sweet princess, first of all I want to tell you that I love you and I couldn’t be happier that you’ve entered my life. Ever since I’ve known you things have been incredible and I don’t want it to stop. I promise to be your best friend and to have you back no matter what. I promise to love you unconditionally and I promise you to keep you warm at night. I promise to make sure I’m not just hungry before I yell, once again I love you and I’m sorry.” Everybody laughed at the joke he cracked in the middle of his vows. “Lastly, I promise to make you happy every chance I get and to protect you. I know we are young, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much.”

He’d chuckle as he noticed the tears in her eyes. He quickly held her in his arms and kissed her forehead.

“…I now pronounce you as husband and wife. Jeongin, you may kiss your bride.” Jeongin took her face into his hands and connected their lips for the first time as husband and wife. She smiled against his lips and he returned the smile when he pulled away. The people next to them were cheering and flashing lights filled the room.

“Ready to go Mrs Yang.” He asks as he took her hand. “I am Mr Yang.” “Let’s go then.”

After the two came back from their beach photoshoot, they were greeted by their friends and family. They would share their first dance and cut the cake, before Jeongin would surprise his wife.

“Alright, are your eyes closed?” He asks his wife as he held a velvet box in front of her. “I do.” She giggles back. “Alright, open them.” He says when he had opened the box, making people guess and ‘awh’ in the background. Y/n gasped and started to laugh at Jeongin’s sweet gesture. He had customised a necklace for her with ‘Mrs Yang’ written on it, diamonds decorating the accessory. She took it from him and gave him a kiss.

“I love it.” She whispered to him as he put it on her. “I’m glad you like it my love. Now, you can show off your new last name.” He laughs, secretly meaning it. He wanted to everyone to know, wherever they were who she belonged to.

And with that shining ring and necklace on her and of course him on her side, everybody would.

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Important message:

Some may have seen in my Stray Kids masterlist that there will be a honeymoon part of this Yandere wedding series. I will post that, in May. I’m sorry to say this, but on the other hand I’m not because my finals are coming up and that needs all my attention and focus right now. (I failed my senior finals last year so I kind of want to graduate this year, you know what I mean.) My birthday is literally a day before the national exams start and I can’t, I’m lowkey pissed.

Anyway, what I wanted to say was. That I will be on a hiatus until the end of May/ the beginning of June. This also mean that for the people who have requested something from me will have to wait, I ask you to please understand but my school is my number one priority at the moment as it should be.

Once again, I won’t be writing until May/June, but you might see me liking or reblogging stuff on Tumblr. I rather not take any request right now until that point when I’m back, but I guess that you can leave it in a private message and I can put it on my to do list.

Lastly, thank you all for the reading and supporting my content and I will be back soon. Thank you guys by the way also for the 700+ followers, I still can’t believe how much this account has grown in just 4 months. Thank you all so much!

[suits-of-woe]

For the OTP asks... f!Edmund & Goneril >:3

1. If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it?Well their first meeting was presumably years before the play started so idk. For this AU in particular though, maybe not the first meeting, but I’m picturing a young Edmund walking around court with a chip on her shoulder but secretly kind of desperate to find anyone she can who can relate to her and accept her in terms of her sexuality and everything she’s facing and Goneril like…knowing that but knowing that associating with her is only going to make it harder for both of them. So she probably tries to get the interactions with Edmund over with quickly but then the next time Gloucester comes to court Edmund’s been sent away and Goneril regrets not being able to do more.


2. What song fits your pairing the most?I’m notoriously bad at finding songs but I still LOVE “The Tower” by Vienna Teng that you suggested for Edmund in this AU.

3. What is your favorite AU/prompt idea/trope for your pairing?This AU for sure, f!Edmund is so great and I didn’t know I needed that until we started discussing it. I love talking about them so much :) I’m also just a sucker for any AU where they both live and so does Regan and they can actually have a talk and sort out some of their insecurities and mayhaps be emotionally vulnerable.

4. Do you prefer canon ideas or do you have your own headcanons for them?I love canon in all its sexy disastrous glory, but when I’m in the mood for them actually being soft and finding love and comfort with each other, it’s gotta be headcanons. Besides the set-up of the girl AU most of my hcs about their relationship are either post-canon or things they were thinking during canon, but as far as their canon scenes together I don’t really change much.

5. Favorite canon moment of them?I think you said this was your fave too but it’s gotta be 4.2. “Ere long you are like to hear, if you dare venture in your own behalf, a mistress’ command” is just SO MUCH. Dom!Goneril and sub!Edmund is the stupid hill I will die on. That whole scene is just brimming with Power Dynamics and Goneril finally deciding to just let loose and take what she wants, actually embrace her sexuality without fear for the first time. And Edmund just feeling so desired and also actually having someone go after her for once and getting very swept up in the whole thing. That scene is incredibly good.

6. Least favorite canon moment of them?The duel. Which is weird cause I love that scene character-wise for both of them individually, but in terms of their relationship I find it devastating. Goneril having to watch Edmund get mortally wounded and realising this whole relationship that made her give up everything, made her kill her sister, is just crumbling before her eyes and she really is going to be all alone again. And then in realising that she leaves Edmund alone! Edmund who’s spent the whole play desperate for love and affection is just totally without it in her last moments! Fuck!!! Shakespeare why did you do this to me?

7. Favorite headcanon trope/idea? (Your own or someone else’s)Ok I joke but I am actually so into the idea of Goneril being the one who initiates the relationship/is more dominant/forward in general because I think it swaps so many of the expectations they’ve both had to face in such a good way. Goneril’s always had to present herself as this object of desire and reproduction for men, that was how her value was measured as a princess and a wife, and her own desire has always been taboo and tamped down, ESPECIALLY because it’s for women. Whereas Edmund’s considered a perverse bastard, of course her tastes are wrong and vulgar, but she’s supposed to be like her mother, not the real object of anyone’s affection for longer than it takes for them to sleep with her and be done. So Goneril getting to WANT and Edmund getting to FEEL WANTED is my favourite thing.

8. Least favorite headcanon trope/idea? I hate interpretations where Edmund is just using her and Regan for power and doesn’t actually have any emotional connection to them at all. I find it so weird cause if she just wanted to marry a princess Regan is right there! It’s clearly not just about that! It doesn’t have to be True Love or anything but the idea that they have zero feelings for each other is ridiculous. And on a less blatantly wrong note: portrayals where Edmund is the one doing all the seducing. Have y’all read 4.2?

9. Favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics?The mutual loneliness…the mutual rejection they’ve faced from their parents and the world…the mutual realisation that maybe they ARE worthy of love and happiness and can find it with each other….yeah.

10. Least favorite aspect of them/their relationship dynamics? (Can be headcanon)Edmund buddy you gotta STOP sleeping with two sisters at the same time. I know it’s about her feeling the need to hoard all the love she can get but it’s so bad hon, you’re hurting everyone involved. If you could just NOT do that you could actually maybe have a happy monogamous relationship??

11. If they aren’t a canon pairing, how would you get them together?I mean they’re kind of canon but them having a functional monogamous relationship is definitely NOT so. My go-to “fix-it” (by which I mean fixing the sad feelings of me, a villain-stanning dumbass) scenario is basically Gloucester escapes with Lear, so Cornwall never blinds him and never dies and Regan has no reason to go for Edmund. The sisters win the war but Albany’s conscience gets to him so he helps Lear and Cordelia get away and goes with them (and also Edgar and Gloucester probs) back to France. Cue a very messy divorce, but at the end of it Goneril’s in full “fuck everyone, I do what I want” mode and Regan’s 100% there for her, so Edmund gets to be her closest advisor and not-so-secret lover, and now that they’re not surrounded by people who treat them as second-class all the time they can actually like…feel secure and be in love.

12. If you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? Why?Hmm I suppose another play where they could be a badass power couple with less interference and tragedy. Antonio and Sebastian from the Tempest have some vibes so you could genderswap them. Could TOTALLY see Edmund like “hey you know how I usurped my sibling? I’ll help you usurp your sibling, and then maybe we can also bang”

13. How hard is it write/draw your pairing? Scale of 1-10.I’ve only kind of tried once (and that was with m!Edmund anyway) so idk…6 or 7 maybe? I like writing Goneril but I find Edmund’s voice very hard to get right, plus I’m always trying to find a good middle ground between Shakespearean English and totally modern language.

14. Is there a pairing that you think rivals them?I mean in-universe it’s Regan/Edmund but I don’t like them nearly as much (and I don’t think they like each other all that much either). If Regan weren’t so grief-stricken and Edmund weren’t so obsessed with holding onto any bit of affection I don’t think they ever would have gotten together.

15. Which character of the pairing do you like more? (Would you ever pair yourself with them?)I’m for sure an Edmund person — as much as I love Goneril, she’s not top 3 characters in the canon level of fave. And I think my crush on Edmund is well-documented (although less f!Edmund since I’m straight) but that relationship would probably end in my death tbh

16. Which character of your pairing would be the one to break up with the other? Why?I guess Edmund, since she’s the one who cheats, and even though Goneril seems to know about it she doesn’t end things. But realistically I don’t think Edmund would actually break up with her even if she probably should, she’d be more likely to keep hanging on because Affection™ even if things were a wreck. Honestly given how things are in the canon I think both of them would stick around long after it stopped being a good idea.

17. Are they relatable as characters or as a pairing?I relate to Goneril somewhat because Womanhood™ and oldest daughter feelings and especially in this AU having a bad and traumatic relationship with a man that makes you hate him even if it’s not really his fault :/ I don’t really relate to Edmund though, and I’ve never had a relationship similar to their dynamic

18. Did you once/ever dislike one/both of them?Regan was the first sister I loved and I still adore her but for a while that made me think of Goneril as the boring evil crazy sister who was just getting in everyone’s way. Edmund I loved from the start, although at first it was just in the “villain is cool and sexy haha” way, and it wasn’t until I got really into that character that I started loving Goneril too and thinking about how much they have in common and are SUCH victims of their parents and society in general.

19. On an estimate, how many posts have you made about them?Less than 5 I think, this is definitely a niche ship as far as people’s interest on here and tbh I didn’t start fully shipping it until recently. It’s definitely a guilty pleasure ship because their relationship is DISASTROUS but it also makes me feel…a lot of things.

20. What made you decide to ship them?I got really upset thinking about how Edmund canonically died alone and rewrote his death scene so Goneril was there they both kind of…realised how lonely they both were and got to have a genuinely tender moment right at the end. And then it occurred to me how sad their mutual love-starvation is and how much I want them to be there for each other. And THEN you helped me flesh out my ideas for f!Edmund and that just intensified both of their feelings of rejection by the world and Edmund getting to embody Goneril’s sexual liberation and both of them experiencing love in a way they never have before and that just made it even more compelling.

21. Favorite genre for them? (Angst, fluff, etc.)I’ve barely written them but honestly fluff because the main appeal of this ship is giving them both companionship and someone to understand what they’re going through. So yeah, I want them to be sweet and talk about their feelings and work through their issues enough to be a functional couple. Will this ever happen? Unlikely, but I can imagine it.

[roses-ruby]

So lemme just rant as a fellow desi, I have seen couples live with each other despite one or both of them being disloyal hoes and they stay together just coz our culture looks down on separation and frankly its toxic. Like I know you have probably written a lot of the chtmd2 already,but bro, I would love to see Jimin suffer, I would love to see the OC fcking drag that bitch through this emotional turmoil where he absolutely craves her but she got no fcks to give and he will WEEP at his LOSS

WHAT HAS GOT YOU IN THIS MOOD HSBJSBJ i’m crine

Rant to me anytime babydoll, I absolutely fucking agree with you and have a few things to say myself. I was talking about this to my sister a few weeks ago, and we were talking about how people look down on not just separation, but specifically women being separated. They literally look at her like picky used goods. It’s revolting. I told my sister then, that I will never see divorce as anything but liberation. I don’t care which lovestruck, heart in his ass fool wants to disagree and call it terrible, divorce is freedom and I have a lot of respect for women who understand that their relationship, although matrimonial, is toxic or unworthy for them. 

I once saw somewhere that this guy asked his grandmother “Grandma, how come people got divorced less in your lifetime?” To which the grandmother responded with something along the lines of “Because back then, if there was a problem, we actually worked on our marriage, rather than get divorced over the smallest shit.” LMAO this old bitch lying through her missing front teeth hddhkbdk no, you didn’t get divorced because society told you not to. You didn’t get divorced because you were scared and scarified yourself and your man beating up on you daily seemed more promising than rotting homeless. You didn’t get divorced because you were barely educated, not able to get a job and provide for yourself and your husband knew that and took advantage of it. You didn’t get divorced because of the fake info going around that children will be scarred after divorce. You didn’t get divorced because you let the opinions of everyone but your own self run you, and threw aside your happiness, pain, anger, hurt until you were numb. You didn’t get divorced because of misogyny, and only that. Not because you ever had anything to work on grandma. And now you’re sitting here, judging other women because you believe that if you can get through an alcoholic and abusive husband for your children, so should they. Pathetic.

It is not just divorce, have you seen the way our culture treats widowed women??? Last year, my mother’s friend (also desi) lost her husband to a heart attack. She was rightfully devastated. Us and a few other desi women decided to give her a visit to make sure she’s holding up. My mother and I, knowing that the poor woman probably hadn’t eaten yet made her and her 14 yr old son sandwiches, daal, and chai. So we go to her house, where most of the women had already arrived (also you know the desi woman circle, everyone knows each other). She’s on her sofa, crying her eyes out and everyone’s circling her and calling her ‘poor thing.’ Anyway, as we sit down we start to notice smthg really strange. Other than us, no one had brought her anything to eat or drink. Which is fine whatever, but they weren’t even offering her words of comfort??? They were saying shit like “Don’t go outside of the house without wearing a black veil, it is a sin.” “Read a certain prayer through the whole night for your husband without sleeping.” “Don’t wear jewerly or bangles ever again.” One even told her to not step out of her house when she talked about finding work!

Needless to say, my mother and I were LIVID lmao. They were punishing her for her husband’s death??? Fucking society bro jhbdjdb But enough about them, to me the saddest part was when I took out the food I had for her family, her son was staring at me with such hunger. I told him, “Here hon, it’s for you.” and he looked back at his mother and asked her if he could have some. The mother said yes ofc, but the thing is, if she hadn’t fed her son she obviously hadn’t fed herself and here were these fucking roaches, who obviously don’t give a shit about her well-being telling her how to live the rest of her widowed life. Sickening.

The way society treats men will never be as bad as how they have treated and traumatized women, which is why I feel that we get so upset and want men to suffer. Especially in these situations. 

CHTMD is my creation, but it has it’s own heart you know. As satisfying as it would be to see Jimin suffer, this story is about the OC and her growth. It’s a testament to me, as a writer, if I want to be self-indulgent or let the story play out to it’s true form. There’s a lot of different factors I have to consider: OC’s character and psychology, Jimin’s actions, side characters involvements, OC’s environment, ‘would a character like Jimin even suffer from this loss?’ etc. Now, the story that inspired CHTMD had the cheater end up with the OC as a happy ending because the author said they ‘got attached’ to the characters. And I just can’t. I would never want to be an irresponsible writer like that lol. Our culture has its downsides but I can’t take that out onto the characters I’ve given life to. It’s not fair to them. Now before I go on further with this cheesy nonsense, just know that I have written a lot for CHTMD, but the ending is still in the works. It is up to the scenarios and characters to decide how this will end.

Okay, so I have no idea why I ended up ranting that much but I completely understand your sentiments. I’m screaming, plz feel free to come and drag CHTMD’s Jimin anytime through my inbox snsbb it’s satisfying as fuckk.

[sabrinaacarpenters]

Act Surprised

how about write one where eleonora goes to that "who breaks pays" party and fede or one of the other villa boys randomly hands her an envelope and she's like "wtf??" then turns out it's the winning ticket so the ensuing scene after that

prompt idea! incantavas first kiss

a/n: I loved this idea, but I had to change Fede because let’s be honest, Chicco Rodi is the matchmaker of the century. ao3

The party was already in full swing by the time the girls arrived; the bar was filled with girls counting their tickets, hoping to be the one who gets lucky and with boys who were planning to try their luck with the girls whose tickets would not be drawn. Silvia, of course belonged to the former – she bought 10 new tickets to replace the ones Sana ripped up; much to Eleonora’s annoyance.

She had come to party of course, but she did not have to pretend she enjoyed it; so she stood next to Eva with a frown on her face while she could feel Edoardo’s eyes on her since the moment they entered the place. She did not know what flustered her more: Silvia’s obsession with winning the raffle or Edoardo’s hungry gaze; but she knew she wanted to escape both as soon as possible. ‘I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back’ she turned to Eva.

‘Do you want me to come with?’

‘No, it’s fine’ She sighed and started walking towards the bathrooms. As she crossed the dance floor she felt Edoardo watching her every move. Great. He already followed her to the school bathroom, what would stop him now? So she quickened her pace, trying to get out his sight. She was trying to flee so fast she did not even realize that she was about to bump into someone until it was too late. She looked up and she saw Chicco Rodi. ‘Sorry’ she mumbled. He didn’t reply, just extended his hand towards her which held an envelope. ‘What’s this?’ she asked. ‘Just take it’ he handed her the envelope and left without saying another word. What the fuck?Eleonora considered going after him, but she did not see him where he went and going back to the crowd did not seem appealing so she decided to open the envelope.

There was a small piece of blue paper inside. She pulled it out and she saw the all too familiar range of numbers. It was a raffle ticket. If she wasn’t annoyed before, well she certainly was now. What kind of sick joke was this? She turned the paper in her hands and saw that there was something written on in possibly the ugliest handwriting she’s ever seen: Act surprised. Well, she didn’t have to act, because she was fucking shocked. She looked at the numbers again, before she went back to the girls: 841.

‘There you are they are about draw the winning ticket’ Silvia squealed in excitement. Eleonora felt like the ticket was burning a hole in her jeans’ back pocket. ‘Is that your shot?’ she asked Eva and pointed at her small glass that she held in her hand. Eva nodded and Eleonora took it held it to her lips and threw her head back as she gulped it down. It burned her throat, but if she was right about what’s going to happen, she needed some hard liquor to calm her nerves.

‘Are you ready?’ Federico shouted into the microphone as another Villa boy held up a hat filled with pieces of paper. Girls’ excited screams filled the place. ‘And our winner is’ Fede took out a piece of paper and held a dramatic pause before reading the number out loud ‘841. Congratulations’ Fede winked to the crowd, but Eleonora could swear that he was looking at her. She didn’t have to check her ticket; she’d memorized the numbers on “her” ticket and knew that they rigged the draw. She didn’t know if she should be amused or annoyed: Edoardo tricked her into coming so she would kiss him? As if that would ever happen.

‘I can’t believe it’ Silvia sighed next to her, Eleonora looked at her and saw that she was devastated. Of course, she knew Silvia’s crush on Edoardo would never be fulfilled, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She decided in that moment to hunt down Edoardo and demand answers.

She pushed through the crowd to where the villa boys where standing and grabbed Fede by the shoulder.

‘Where is he?’ she shouted not because of the loud music, but also because she was mad as hell. Mad that they thought they could play with her like that, and mad because they also tricked the other girls by making them believe they actually had a chance at winning.

‘Want to cash in the winner ticket already?’ Fede smirked at her and Eleonora was 5 seconds away from slapping him. She only held back because after she looked around, she realized no one heard what he said and she didn’t want to cause a scene. She just glared at him, waiting for an answer. ‘He’s up on the roof’ Fede replied and held up a piece of chewing gum for her. ‘Fuck you’ Ele knocked out the gum from his hand and left.

She found Edoardo sitting on a bench on the roof; she walked over to him and threw the ticket at him. ‘Is this some sick joke or what?’ Edoardo was stunned, he hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone until the ticket landed on his chest. He took it in his hands and inspected it. And he just started to laugh. Like really laugh.

‘What the fuck are you laughing at?’ Eleonora shouted at him.

‘You purchased a ticket?’ he continued to laugh ‘You really do like me huh’ he smiled and bit his lip.

‘Are you serious?’ Eleonora didn’t know if Edoardo was playing dumb or if he really had no clue about the whole scenario that just went down on the toilet’s hallway. ‘Your idiot friends rigged the draw and gave me the winner ticket’

‘Wow’ Edoardo was truly amused. He told his friends to fake the draw, but never in his wildest dreams did he think they would do this. He will have to remember to thank them later. ‘So, are you gonna cash in your ticket?’ he smiled at her and bit his lip.

‘As if’ Eleonora folded her arms across the chest. Fuck, she left her coat downstairs and the wind made it feel like it was the middle of December even though it was spring already. She was shivering. Edoardo must have noticed because he took of his leather jacket and offered it to her. She didn’t want to take it, she was still mad, but fuck, she was so cold and it was the same jacket she slept in a week ago so she couldn’t refuse. ‘Thanks’ she mumbled as she was already getting warmer. When Edoardo looked away for a second, she quickly leaned down to inhale the jacket’s smell. It smelled exactly like him and his bed. She tried so hard not to like him, she can’t break now.

‘Look’ Edoardo turned to her and looked deep into her eyes. He stood awfully close, but Eleonora didn’t really mind ‘I really didn’t know about this’ he explained ‘And if you want we can rip up this ticket now and forget about the whole thing’ Eleonora drew in a sharp breath. Is that what she wants? She’s no longer sure. Not when, he standing so close and looking at her like she’s his whole world. Edoardo starts to raise the ticket between them and grabs it with both hands, but before he could rip it, Eleonora reaches out and holds his hand. ‘Wait, don’t’ she looks down at their hands touching and then up at his eyes. They are closer than a moment before and she could swear she sees Edoardo leaning in. Just like last Friday; but now, she is not going to sit down or step away. She glances at his lips and Edoardo takes it as a cue to capture her lips with his.

The kiss is sweet and innocent. It’s not like Eleonora expected – it’s even better. Edoardo caresses her face and she runs her fingers through his wonderfulcurls. She wants this to last forever: this moment, this kiss. She’s never felt freer and happier than right now.

When they pull apart Edoardo doesn’t let her go, he intertwines his finger on her waist. ‘So, I guess this ticket is no longer usable’ Edoardo grins at her.

‘No, no’ Eleonora laughs and answers ‘I did not say that I want to use it so technically I still have the ticket’ she cocked her eyebrow and winked at him.

‘So you plan on kissing me again then?’ he teased her.

‘Maybe’

‘Well, why don’t you start then?’ he leans down again to kiss her. It’s different this time, it’s passionate, and they can’t get enough of each other and Eleonora can’t wait to experience every type of kiss with Edoardo Incanti. Suddenly she feels a drop of water on her face and as they look up rain starts pouring down. They laugh and run inside, hand in hand to the hallway. They stay there all evening, kissing, only separating to catch their breaths.

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So Did I

Series: Sechskies 7th Member AU

Pairing: Rose/Sechskies

1999

“Where are you going?” Jaeduck focuses all the attention on Rose with one simple question. He feels almost guilty, but it’s not like Rose to just sneak off. She doesn’t keep secrets from anyone, least of all Jaeduck.

“Oh, uh, nowhere. Just out for some air.”

“Air?” Jiwon fixes her with a knowing look. “Come on, bunny. Don’t lie.”

“I’m not! This studio is stuffy and I need a break!” She storms out dramatically, tiny feet stomping across the tiled floor.

“Is air code for KJK?” Jiyong smirks as he stretches out his tired limbs.

“KJK!” JaiJin cups his hands around his mouth and repeats the initials with glee. “About time our Rosie got laid.”

Jiwon glares at the two boys. “She can do better than him.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon’s tone is challenging. “Like who?”

“And don’t say a H.O.T member,” Suwon adds.

“Even one of those guys would be better than that muscle head.”

Shocked silence falls across the studio. None of them would’ve ever expected that amount of hate, that amount of pure venom, in Jaeduck’s tone.

“Jaeduck...” Jiwon approaches the younger boy carefully. “Do you know something we don’t?”

“Assuming that would not be incorrect.”

“And what is it you know?”

Jaeduck’s eyes shift from Jiwon, to the door Rose walked out of, back to Jiwon, then to the floor. “Hesgoingtobreakherheartandleaveherallalone.”

Sunghoon smirks. “That oddly sounds like what you say when you don’t want to say what you know.”

Jaeduck pouts. “He’s going to dump her. She thinks... she thinks he’s proposing.”

JaiJin’s eyes practically pop out of his head. “And you didn’t stop her?! What the fuck?!”

Chaos descends. Everyone starts bickering with everyone else and Jiyong sits in the midst of it, playing out each possible ending in his mind. Most aren’t pretty. Some end with a little blood being shed. Jiyong can’t come up with one single scenario where Rose isn’t utterly devastated.

“Should we stop her?” Suwon asks quietly.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “Should we stop our best friend from getting her heart broken?”

“Yes?”

The two boys stare at each other for a moment before jumping up in unison.

“Sit,” Jiwon orders. “None of us are going anywhere.”

Thirty minutes pass.

Then another thirty.

Then two hours.

Jiwon blinks and it’s been six hours since Rose went to meet Kim Jongkook with no sign of her return.

“Nice judgement call, hyung.” Jiyong runs a hand through his hair before rubbing his tired eyes and getting up. “I’m going to go look for her.”

JaiJin nods. “I’ll go with you.”

“No. I know where she is and I know you’ll only make it worse. No offense.”

He holds up his hands. “None taken.” He knows he’s not the best when it comes to comforting Rose.

Just like Jiyong told JaiJin, he knows exactly where to find Rose. She only goes to one place when she’s upset, spending hour after hour there. He finds her among the flowers back behind their apartment building, nurturing them, helping them grow, taking her sadness and pushing it to the back of her mind.

“He left me,” she whispers when she hears Jiyong behind her. “I’m sure he had his reasons.”

“I’m sure none of them were that good.”

Rose looks at him with a sad smile. “Jiyong, thank you.”

“For what?”

“I know feelings aren’t your forte and comforting me makes you feel awkward. Thank you for doing it anyway.” She stands and wraps her arms around his shoulders. “You’re one of the only men I’ve never been disappointed by.”

Jiyong puts his hands on the small of her back, pressing his nose to the top of her head. He debates telling her she’s wrong. Comforting her doesn’t make him feel awkward. It’s surprisingly easy. Everything about their relationship is easy.

“Maybe you should meet better men,” Jiyong says instead.

2013

“Maknae!” Suwon’s voice is loud and annoying over speaker phone. “Did you hear the news?”

Rose flips on the light switch for the kitchen, heading immediately for the fridge and the bottle of wine she’s been craving all day. “About?”

“Hyung.”

“What’s JaiJin done now?”

“Not JaiJin. Jiyong.” There’s a brief pause. “RaeAh, you should check your mail.”

“My mail? I didn’t get anything-“ She’s interrupted by a knock at the door. “Suwon, I’ll call you back.”

“Bunny, this is-“

But she’s already hung up.

“Who is it?” Rose asks in English.

“I have a parcel for RaeAh Kang?”

She opens the door for the delivery man, gasping when she sees the large box in his hands. “Oh, but I wasn’t expecting anything.”

The delivery man shrugs. “All I do is deliver where I’m told.” He shoves the package at her unceremoniously. “Have a good evening, ma’am.”

Rose curses under her breath in Korean as she lugs the package inside. “Rude Englishman.”

Without looking at any labeling, she tears open the box, crying out in frustration when it only leads to another box. Then that box leads to a box, and another, and another, and another until Rose is about to give up completely. When she finally reaches the end she drops the paper as if it burned her. Every nerve ending in her body springs to life along with her natural reflex to gag at the sight.

Please come, the note reads.

Attached to the note is a gorgeous wedding invitation with Jiyong’s name written in gold lettering.

“Idiot,” she whispers fondly. “Of course I’ll come.”

Even if she is slightly sick at the thought of a wedding. She’s stayed away from them ever since ‘99.

But if it’s for Jiyong...

She’ll just have to suck it up.

The months drag by at an agonizing pace. She counts down to the wedding. Three months, three weeks, three days, three hours. It does nothing to quell her anxiety or apprehension. So she focuses on her breathing. On Jiyong’s warm hand pressed against the small of her back and the thrum of his strong heartbeat in his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” he says simply.

“Still not one for grand love declarations, I see.” She keeps her tone light. Teasing. She doesn’t want him to hear just exactly how on edge she is.

“Never.”

That’s fine. Rose can see the love in his smile and that’s more than enough.

“Jiyong... did you invite...” How pathetic is she? She can’t even say his name.

Jiyong shakes his head. “No.”

“Okay.” It’s for the best anyway.

“RaeAh-“

Rose holds up her hand. “Unless what you’re about to say to me is anything other than a love confession you can save it. I’m not some sad little girl pining over a man who never really wanted me in the first place. I’m a grown woman. Now,” she smooths out his suit, flashing him a loving grin. “Let’s get you married, yeah?”

Jiyong nods, still completely unconvinced. “I always thought this would be you.”

“Getting married first?”

“Sure.”

Rose shrugs, the late afternoon sunlight casting a hazy glow around her. “So did I.”