#and it doesn’t care cause it will surrender every part of itself again and again

[evetolla]

Am I the only one who likes the idea of being devoured? Becoming one in a very cruel, morally exhausting and inhumane way. All gore and blood but also love and ache and yearning for one another so unbearable, that suddenly cannibalism is an option. How a part of me is forever stored in the crevices of your body on a molecular level. How with every heartbeat of yours I can also feel my genom flowing through every artery of your smiling face, feeding, contributing, in a way keeping you alive. The absence of a part of me will always fill the space with the memory of your teeth on skin of mine, pulling, tearing but not destroying. It may look like gruesome act but really it’s beautiful and scary and filled with every forbidden and intimate and intended idea to ever exist.

[yingren]

there is something indescribable about it, about breaking down dan heng’s resolve, stripping it away piece by piece and reshaping it into something new. a weapon, perhaps, one that can just as easily be turned against ren himself, carving a deeper cavity into the hollow that already resides within him. it’s a satisfaction ren cannot put into words, a sense of twisted fulfillment that defies logic. it isn’t about erasing the hatred, the anguish, or the venom that seeps into every accusation dan heng hurls at him. nor is it about softening those feelings into something gentler, something more palatable. no, ren doesn’t want to dull the edge of dan heng’s contempt — he craves it.  

there’s a carnal thrill in knowing that hatred so pure, so raw, exists between them. it feeds a primal urge, one that revels in the sheer wrongness of it all. what they’re doing isn’t okay, it never has been. they cling to this shared destruction, an unspoken acknowledgment that decency has no place here. they will never speak of it aloud, because words could never capture the depth of this grotesque, fragile equilibrium they maintain. the closest they come to normalcy exists only in their actions. every interaction is a balancing act, a mutual understanding that they will uphold the truce, that the only weapons left to strike each other down now are words. words that ren once thought he would despise hearing from dan heng — words that cut too deeply, that wounded too sharply. yet now, urged by that very hatred he once feared, ren finds himself asking dan heng to speak it out loud.

something inside ren snaps, sudden and sharp, like the crack of a brittle branch underfoot in a forest otherwise hushed by stillness. the sound is deafening, reverberating through the hollows of his mind, leaving him reeling from its impact. yet this is no punishment, not in the way ren once thought it might be. no, the way he allows himself to take and take and take from dan heng is something far more indulgent, far more damning. and the worst part? dan heng gives it to him willingly. it’s in the way dan heng’s hands remain open, his offerings abundant, spilling over with a generosity ren does not deserve but craves. the words he spits out might claim otherwise, each one dripping with venom, vowing hatred as pure as it is bitter. dan heng says he does not want this, that he despises ren with every fiber of his being. but his body tells a different story, a traitor to the cause it claims to champion. it yields too easily, bending and breaking beneath the weight of ren’s touch. a sweaty, trembling mess, it responds with fervor every time ren presses harder, every time he seeks out the next button to push, the next reaction to elicit.  

here, in this shadowed sliver of the universe, a place so hidden it feels as though they’ve been swallowed by the void itself, dan heng belongs to ren. entirely. again and again, he surrenders, whether by choice or by instinct, whether through defiance or desire. ren doesn’t care which it is. all that matters is the here and now, this fleeting moment carved out from reality where no one can see them, no one can judge. where dan heng is his, completely and utterly, for as long as this fragile, tempestuous truce will allow. dan heng speaks, but ren hears something else entirely, feels something else, deeper and more visceral. it’s as if this miscommunication, this disconnect between word and intent, is etched into the very fabric of their existence, embedded in their dna. lying, then, is pointless. a futile attempt to twist this into something darker than it already is.  

as if the battle for dominance hadn’t already ended the moment dan heng crossed the threshold. as if his surrender wasn’t written clearly in the flicker of his gaze the first time he allowed ren’s touch to claim him. as if his submission wasn’t stitched into the melody of sounds that spill from his lips, unbidden, each time his body teeters on the edge of breaking. every gesture, every breath, every tremor betrays him. and ren, attuned to every nuance, takes it all in. this is not about pretense or defiance anymore, it is about the raw truth in their proximity, in the way they’ve always pushed and pulled, fought and faltered. dan heng may say one thing, but his body sings an entirely different hymn, one that ren reluctantly knows by heart.

“ you hate it so much, yet all you can do is come back for more. is that not wrong, dan heng ? ” wrong, indecent, and countless other things ren refuses to name — if only to avoid prolonging this another day. his breath hangs suspended, caught in some unseen force that denies it passage back to his lungs. a shaky exhale escapes as his grip loosens on dan heng’s hair, a fleeting moment of reprieve before that same hand presses firmly against the back of his head. he forces dan heng's face into the mattress, into the off-white sheets already damp with sweat, already stained with the evidence of their shared depravity. dan heng’s words are an offense, a rebuttal that does little to sway ren’s mind.

“ look at you, you’re trembling for me. ” his voice is low, steady, words breathed out between thrusts that has the molten heat in the pit of his stomach burn in an ache of desiring his release. “ fuck, ” nails sink deeper into dan heng’s hips, pulling him closer.

dan heng claims to hate this, to hate ren, and with those words ren decides to fill him full of that hate. by the time ren cums, he has dan heng’s thighs drawn back to meet his own hips, cock twitching with ease spasmic release, as deep as he can get to fill him to the brim. it takes another moment, maybe longer, to ride out the high, for tension to dissipate and his grip to soften.  “ i should send you home like this. ” a trace of sadistic pleasure lingers in his voice, wrapped in a soft, almost genuinely tender tone. “ full of my cum, full of me. then, once you get back to your friends on the express, why don’t you send me a photo so i know you made it back ... well, safely. ”

It seems like a contradiction, vehemently spitting insults when the most depraved thing in this nondescript room was the alluring curve of his spine, the tantalizing pale skin that contrasts resplendently against the iridescent shimmer of his scales.

For so long his ire had felt justified, levelling it alongside the shaft of cloud piercer had felt righteous, now, the only thing that remained consistent was the way he felt ren’s absence like an open wound. no longer was he merely haunted by his baleful shadow and acrimonious laughter but the impression of his hand’s punishing grip on his narrow waist, the marks left by his teeth on his throat. It always felt like they were reaching for a violent climax, that everything dan feng and yingxing had left behind were culminating in their inevitable destruction. As if to negate the frantic way he had grasped for survival, thinking he had cleanly severed himself from the past in his banishment, he finds himself reaching with the same desperate impulse for their conclusion. If he could wrest the other end of that execrable red thread from ren’s hands then maybe, just maybe, they could find deliverance. It seemed they were destined to unravel like this, the unspooling crimson threads of fate diffusing across the universe like blood.

dan heng feels ren’s presence like an oppressive heat, it is always encompassing him, corralling him between the moribund moments between life and death like he cannot bear to endure it alone. each time he returns to this, consents to being torn apart by the one thing he had so adamantly refuted, had hopelessly turned his back on, it engraves the irrefutable truth further into his skin. he needed ren, the emphatic hunger that reveals itself as he unabashedly moans his name only intensifies each time they give into it, confuting it now felt impossible ━ it was slowly consuming him. each languid bite it takes from his sanity leaves him raw and aching, curling in on himself to repress the tremors that begin to dissect him. He knows the longer he looks, the more he seeks, the more exacerbated this heinous wanting becomes but, as if governed by impulse, he returns to it without fail. he is beset by two sensations ━ being reshaped by the artisan’s hands and the excruciating pleasure that comes from no longer resisting that magnetic pull.

He presses his damp forehead against the mattress, chokes out a litany of curses into those putrid, off-white sheets. they are directionless things, fiercely wielded as if it might unnerve ren but it only furthers his insistent arousal. ren knows it, knows how this body is indisputably his, that no other could elicit such salacious whimpers from him, turning the proud, apoplectic vidyadhara into something titillating. this was what it meant to stop resisting, to surrender to the carnal impulse of that bond. it's in the way ren’s relentless grip engraves pretty, red demilunes into his skin, in the way he rolls his hips forward and fills him in one, forceful thrust. It feels like being completed, like two disparate pieces have come together and formed an elusive whole. He’s repulsed, from the way the residue of their previous fucking trickles down his thighs to the steady cadence of skin against skin. “ you ━ are ━  disgusting.” the resilient part of him wishes it was compelling, that his traitorous body would stop accommodating every violent urge ren subjected him to. His insults are punctuated with desperate, harrowingly tremulous inhales, pleasure carving devastating slashes up his spine. He has recited it like a blasphemous prayer, knowing that this is the way he can wrestle control from ren, subjecting him to the same visceral concoction of pleasure and pain that is making his mind turn flocculent. “ you want to hear how much I hate you ? ” it would have been incredulous had it not been broken by the cruel way he punishes dan heng’s greedy body. It hurts, his mind is still reeling from being brutalized by ren’s open palm but somewhere amongst the crimson erupting behind his eyelids is euphoria. 

“ you’re disgusting, vile, there is nothing I hate more in this life than you, than this.” his revulsion is tempered by the way ren’s hands ghost a path ascending his spine, caressing the base of his tail, defiantly it curls around his thigh, not enough to impede ren but an act of tethering possessiveness. His gracile, scarred fingers ease into the dark, tousled hair at the base of his neck and sink in, ferociously he pulls his head back, demanding his spine arch at an unnaturally alluring angle. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so good that there’s no room left for inference from his mind, that the next groan he allows past his viced jaw is desperate. “ i hate you.” it carries no true vehemence no matter how much he pours into it, no matter how desperately he wishes he could wedge something between this unmistakable bond that has cruelly transcended the life-time it should have been trapped within. Dan heng’s nails carve into the mattress below, long angry furrow unearthing the soft, colourless stuffing beneath. With each urgent, resentful thrust his mind is jerked back from the precipice of nihility, forced to feel the immensity of their bond as it is twisted into aberrant shapes. “ I hate .. I hate how good it feels.” he wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into his lip, to carve it open and taste the blood, to feel something other than the suffocating presence of ren constricting all around him. “ hate how only you can make me feel like this.” it doesn’t matter how incoherent he sounds, how his voice has turned into something desperate, unfamiliar, only that ren is reminded of this fervent loathing, that on the other side of their intimacy remained the oblivion their intricate dance had evolved into. “ fuck you..” he says low, purposeful, resenting the way that name falls from his devilish tongue, the way his own traitorous body responds in turn. “ ren..” as his mouth parts in a heinous groan, saliva pools behind his teeth, lingering between his sharp molars in strings of silver, leaves his kiss-bitten mouth slick. every inch of him was reduced to a sublime answer to ren’s animosity. 

[jdrizzle15]

Her Second Return

Just like all of you, and especially my fellow Penny fans, I am absolutely devastated by the Volume 8 finale. I had been in quite a state these last few days, utterly heartbroken, and actually nauseous at times. It feels strange to me to be legitimately grieving a fictional character, but it’s not a bad thing to feel this way. To me, this just shows that CRWBY loves her just as much as us to have written her so well that we connect so completely with her, that it feels like we lost an actual piece of ourselves when she’s gone.

But as you can probably tell by the title, this mega post isn’t gonna be about accepting this end, not in the slightest! Today I want to share canon evidence that can point towards another return of our beloved quirky red headed cinnamon bun! I’m here to spread this hope that I and others in the Nuts & Dolts dolts Discord server have!

I have this separated into many different sections to keep these thoughts organized. With that said, here goes…

A Father’s Words:

In Episode 7 of Volume 7, ‘Worst Case Scenario’ we learn the origins of Penny’s aura, and thus her soul. We also learn that it takes more aura each time she’s brought back. This leaves open an option that could be used at a later point.

Many people theorized that Pietro could indeed revive Penny one more time, which he would absolutely do. But there also lies the possibility that someone else could donate some of theirs, I’m not sure about this as I feel like it’s akin to blood donation where compatibility matters or there's a high risk of altering her, but the possibility is definitely there.

Now, the conversation in Chapter 5 of Volume 8, ‘Amity’ that Pietro and Penny have is an important moment for both Father and Daughter. It was there to show how her death in PvP all that time ago really did have a heavy impact on him and is still affecting him to this day.

Instead of continuing to pretend that everything is A-okay, like he had done for most of Volume 7, he finally lets his true feelings about how it come out to Penny for what is quite likely the first time. Even going so far as to say "Are you asking me to go through that again?" when she offers to take the risk of trying to lift Amity with her power. He wants Penny to be able to live her life.

This entire scene with Pietro established “this is what will likely happen” even if circumstances are much different now, it doesn’t negate the fact that this is a key part of Penny’s story. Scenes like these have a purpose beyond simply making an eventual death all the more heart wrenching. Her never actually getting to live her life makes those scenes basically moot. It makes them effectively pointless from narrative point of view. Unless there's more to it.

Building Relationship:

The build up between Ruby and Penny the last two volumes has been absolutely phenomenal with a definite destination in mind, and this doesn’t feel like that destination. So much of the arc of this season was to help Penny. This girl that our main protagonist absolutely adores and treasures, it would just be awful to throw all of that out for what amounts to an avoidable end. Why use so much of their precious and very limited runtime on deliberately building up this relationship only to end it abruptly, and permanently, when they’re separated?

In my opinion, RT is definitely smarter now than to intentionally set up what was really looking like a budding gay relationship only to kill one of them for good. If N&D wasn't actually going in a romantic direction, why would they leave in all of the romance-adjacent stuff that they got, that's not how ‘just friends’ act. And that is not something you use such valuable time building up for absolutely no pay off whatsoever...

Representation of Hope:

At its core, RWBY has always been about hope. It’s not at the forefront the whole time, but there's been an underlying theme of hopefulness that has persisted since it began. Some describe the show as a Hopepunk, I personally find this to describe RWBY really well. This genre of storytelling is about caring for things deeply and the courage and strength it takes to do so. It’s about never submitting or accepting the way things are. Fighting for what you believe in and standing up for others. RWBY fits all of this extremely well. How does this relate to Penny? She has been shown to be a sign of hope for everyone, but especially for Ruby, the main main protagonist. A prerequisite for a Hopepunk story is the hope.

Her first death in V3 was something that fundamentally changed Ruby. For the first time in the series, we see our main character all but broken by this event. With the loss of Penny, immediately afterwards, Ruby’s hope followed. She made up for it through determination and force of will. We see it affect her multiple times throughout the journey to Volume 7. But upon her return in V7, Hope reached a high point for everyone, the sheer relief on Ruby’s face is plain to see!

In V8 chapter 5 ‘Amity’, Penny literally raises hope by lifting the arena into the sky so Ruby could spread her message. And when she falls, and Amity with her, the connection is lost and hope plummets again. From there things take a very negative turn with the hack begins to take Penny’s agency.

In chapter 11 ’Risk’ is the point in the arc where everyone is reunited for the moment, so two separate hero stories are no longer a thing at that point in time. For the time being focus seemed to be shifted to care about the characters and how they’re going to solve the current problems. This is also where Ruby reaches her lowest emotional point in the season.

It’s not huge, but it’s interesting how connected this is. Before Ruby and Yang share a good cry over learning the possible fate of Summer, Yang brings up restoring optimism and hope to Ruby after the younger sister storms out of the room in frustration. This is where Penny’s scenes take up the rest of the episode. Getting Penny back in control of her own body and safe again is what makes the ending of the episode much brighter, when just 5 minutes before Ruby had been distraught and scared. This then spills over into the group coming up with the plan to use the staff, putting the main group in a much better mood. Of all the things to go right, it’s interesting that it’s Penny.

Things go wrong with the plan in the end and Penny dies. I find it interesting that once again, Penny got them hopeful in their chances of doing something right. Given said plan succeeded but at the cost of Penny of all people, Penny is shown to be the beginning and end of hope for them

The highest and lowest points for hope seem to directly correlate to when Penny’s around. When she comes back again, hope will return too, just like it had before. And because she’ll likely be back for good this time, the second return will probably be close to when Ruby is nearing the complete abandonment of hope. This would be pretty par for the course of the show honestly.

A little aside, but in a sense, Penny also represents Unity. The CCT in Vale fell after her first death, knocking out global communications and the unifying connection it gave. When it was restored for the briefest moment, she was there. Her body connected so she could allow for its launch, her soul lighting the night to hold up Amity with every ounce of her strength. So of course when the Hack succeeds and she falls, she takes global comms down again with her. At a smaller scale - even at the Hack's second last attempt to control her, she draws everyone in the Schnee Manor together. At the start of the volume, Yang states the one thing that they all agree on is not surrendering Penny.

Unity seems appropriate for one whose first song and wish was for but one friend, who would go on to find so many more in the process, and permit for a moment the possibility of all Remnant becoming friends once more. Where she first died, the name of the episode devoted to her story - Amity, "friendship", from the Latin root amicus, "friend" - she almost lives and dies with the very possibility of a united Remnant. It's no wonder she's a priority target for Salem, the great divider, and it seems natural that her next restoration may very well allow the next bid to bring the world together.

The Void Screams:

Moments after Penny's death, we hear a weird scream in the void space. It was a guttural, pained, angry scream, almost like the void space itself was crying out. All the portals shuddered and flickered when it happened.

Some think that this scream was Salem returning, but that happens earlier than Penny’s death, her return is signaled with cinder's arm acting up. We know this because after the arm finished flailing uncontrollably, Cinder said triumphantly "she's back." If it were Salem screaming, it would have happened after she fixed herself, but it didn't.

And I doubt Cinder would have been surprised or unsettled by it considering she was happy Salem returned not long before it. And why would a Salem scream affect the portals anyway, she has no connection to the staff or it's magic.

Another thing to consider is the fact sound is not transmitted through the portals. Otherwise, they would've heard Oscar and the rest calling for them, or the screams of the citizens of Mantle and Atlas. This lowers the possibility of that scream being from Salem even further.

The sound really seems to be coming from something else entirely within the void, and that something is not at all happy. There’s also the fact that Penny was the only person who died in the void space, everyone else was just thrown out of it like Ruby and Co. The only logical cause to me is Penny. Her body was a product (or byproduct) of the same creation magic that made the void space, her blood seems to have been a trigger.

Now I can't be sure about it, but this makes me feel like Penny is almost a part of creation itself? For whatever this thing is to be so angry, that is the only explanation I can think of currently. But all of this could possibly relate to the Narnia allusion of 'the willing victim killed in a traitor's stead' that others have brought up, which will be covered next.

Narnia Parallels:

Atlas has several parallels and references to fictional places (putting aside real world ones like the United States). One of those is that of Narnia, both on the surface and on a deeper level. It is a land of winter year round, where people struggle to survive and there is a present divide between those loyal to the current Monarch and those who are not. James is a parallel to Jadis, the White Witch, a ruler whose thoughts and cares aren’t exactly centered around the actual well being of the people. The hologram table in Ironwood’s office is designed to look like stone, like the Stone Table which features prominently in the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. He has a handpicked cadre of special agents/secret police, like how Maugrim and his wolves served Jadis. Another key parallel is how Jadis’s winter sets in to oppress and kill everyone in Narnia, but the Witch provides aid and protection to her loyal followers. She has all the power to spare harm to others, and uses it only for the loyal. As soon as Mantle splits from James and Atlas, no care is taken to protect them from the cold of Solitas even though he has every ability to turn the heating grid back on. His protection is only for the loyal.

Now that the parallel is established, let's look into the details. Starting with how James plays the role of Jadis.

"I had forgotten that you are only a common boy. How should you understand reasons of State? You must learn, child, that what would be wrong for you or for any of the common people is not wrong in a great Queen such as I. The weight of the world is on our shoulders. We must be freed from all rules. Ours is a high and lonely destiny." These are the words Jadis says in the Magician’s Nephew to justify the blood civil war she and her sister had waged for rulership of Charn, before she came to Narnia. She won that war, technically, but only after the last battle had been lost and her sister had marched right up to her so that they were face to face. Jadis’s troops were dead, her followers had surrendered, and the capital was under full control of her sister. But, she still had one card, one ultimate play to win and prove the throne of Charn was rightfully her. The Deplorable Word, a piece of old magic that killed everyone and everything except for her on Charn. It was monstrous, senseless, cruel beyond measure. But it got her that hollow victory. This mindset, the disregard for the people except as tools for her own will, the ultimate ‘aoe’ destructive move that no one had even considered her using, the unwillingness to stop even when by all practical measures the war is over, is a shocking parallel to James. In many ways, he is Jadis in mindset and deed.

Then there is the shared desire for A Thing that both James and Jadis have. For James it’s the Winter Maiden and control over her. For Jadis it’s the Silver Apples from the Tree of Youth. And funnily enough, the Maiden Powers parallel the Apples quiet well. These apples grant power and a life of eternal beauty, but should not be taken or eaten on one’s own initiative. They must be given, a gift granted by another, or only suffering will come from obtaining them. "For the fruit always works — it must work — but it does not work happily for any who pluck it at their own will. If any Narnian, unbidden, had stolen an apple and planted it here to protect Narnia, it would have protected Narnia. But it would have done so by making Narnia into another strong and cruel empire like Charn, not the kindly land I mean it to be.” Jadis’s immortality, and some of her power, come from the fact that she ate an Apple of her own will after stealing her way into the garden where the Tree of Youth had been planted. She gained the eternal life she had wanted and the power along with it, but she did so by taking it and was cursed because of it. Her skin turned pale and her lips blackened as if she were a frozen corpse given life. She will be trapped in a life of misery and hate according to Aslan- oh hey Cinder, how’s having stolen the Power you always wanted working out for you? Cinder had the power she wanted, but she only got hungrier, eager to claim more and increase her might. But in her pursuit she was defeated and humiliated by Raven, had to steal her way out of Mistral, and then suffered defeat after defeat while in Atlas. Only in the end, when she didn’t keep pursuing the Maiden Power, did she get any kind of victory.

The reason these parallels to Narnia are so important is one of the most famous events of the series. The cracking of the Stone Table and the rebirth of Aslan after his death. ‘When a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.’ Well, the ‘Stone Table’ in James’s office has cracked, and Penny strikes me as a pretty willing victim. She has never actually committed any actual treachery or harm, as she was the Protector of Mantle, and fought for its and Atlas’s people until the very end. And because of her death, the actual traitor, Winter, who loyally served James until he had gone too far, was saved. Through Penny’s self sacrifice, Winter was saved. So now Death itself will start working backward.

(Major props to my friend @catontheweb for writing this section, I was getting nowhere with it, if they weren't there this part wouldn't exist!)

Norse Mythology:

The tree we see in the post credit scene gives off some serious Yggdrasil vibes. Also called the World Tree, it is essentially all of creation in Norse Mythology. It connects all nine realms, including the God realms of Asgard, the human realm of Midgard, and the underworld of Hel.

Humans are born from the branches of Yggdrasil. The web of Wyrd is woven for every person once they're born, and their path is set from there regardless of how many times the souls cycle over. But at the end, they're destined to end up in one of the worlds, for a myriad of reasons.

I believe Penny landed closest to this giant tree. She was on the center platform in the void space, so if that space is directly above the island(?) the tree is on, it makes sense for her to fall by the center nearest to the tree. This would not only open up all kinds of possibilities for the volume in general, but it would also create options for Penny.

The whole of Yggdrasil’s representations fit well into Penny’s story. Birth, growth, death and rebirth. We can count Penny’s appearance in V7 as birth for now, her growth is all her development in leaving =the military and becoming a Maiden, her death just happened, and her rebirth would be her revival. And this is a cycle she’s gone through before.

The Norse god Odin and Yggdrasil have quite a connection. In one story, Odin cut out one of his own eyes to gain knowledge from a pool underneath Yggdrasil. The only one that fell whose eyes alone are incredibly significant to the story was Ruby. So, they could choose to have her allude to Odin by having Ruby make some kind of deal with whatever entity likely rules over this magical place. An eye for Penny’s life.

There’s another story about Odin, Yggdrasil and the pursuit of knowledge. Odin so loved knowledge, that he sacrificed himself in a quest to learn the deeper magic of runes. It was believed one could only learn the magic spells from runes in death. So, Odin hung himself on Yggdrasil for nine days as an offering, and teetered between life and death. After he mastered the last spell on the ninth night, he ritually died and all light was extinguished from the world. Odin’s death lasted until midnight, when he was reborn and light returned to the world.

This story doesn’t fit Penny perfectly, but allusions often don’t. So If she really did land near the tree, she could be another loose representation of Odin’s story here. What she did wasn’t for knowledge, but to save her friends and keep Cinder from getting the Winter Maiden power. She believed it necessary that she sacrifice herself to achieve this end. As we established, Penny represents Hope, so her death means the loss of hope. This parallels Odin’s story of his death meaning the loss of light itself. So if this theory holds up, it would make this death temporary, until her rebirth and the return of Hope with her once again.

Alternatively, Ruby has the potential of loosely representing Odin in this story as well. Odin later uses the knowledge of the runes to do many things, but the most relevant one right now is awakening the dead. Both of these stories are about making a personal sacrifice to gain something that is desired. Ruby would absolutely make such sacrifices if it meant saving Penny.

It is said that Odin lived “according to his highest will unconditionally, accepting whatever hardships arise from that pursuit, and allowing nothing, not even death, to stand between him and the attainment of his goals." This sounds like Penny's arc of accepting the WM powers. This is more just a general connection between Penny and Odin, but I found it interesting.

Side Note: I encourage anyone who’s interested to look into RWBY connections to Norse Myth, there’s a surprising amount of things that feel eerily similar to the show. Likely just coincidental, but it’s fun to think about!

(If I got any of this wrong, I sincerely apologize by the way. I researched as best I could, but I admit it could have been lacking.)

Ambrosius and the Staff:

Ruby told Ambrosius "we kinda wanna keep her around longer than that" as part of her very specific instructions. Then Penny died about ten to fifteen minutes, at the absolute most thirty minutes later in-universe. I don’t know about you, but to me that seems very short to be considered ‘longer than that’. Technically it is, but when writing a story and a character says something like that, you typically don’t just kill the character they were referring to basically right away. It makes sense for a week-by-week watch, but in a volume binge, which many viewers do, it becomes ironic how fast Penny dies after being removed from her robotic body.

The first time we see the staff of creation being used, it's to save Penny. Using the staff of creation to help Penny is a sign of how incredibly important she is.

They’ve even got this entire transformation sequence for her, so it wouldn’t make sense for them to throw all that away two episodes later. In a meta context, it’s a massive waste of time and budget considering the asset creation for Penny.

Penny is a character who has already hopped bodies two times. And now we're supposed to just believe that this time it really is a final death? Just two episodes after we were explicitly told her body isn't what matters, that "Her soul is who she is" and that "the mechanical parts are just extra"? From a writing perspective, it feels strange, like your breaking a promise right after making it. And frankly, CRWBY is better than that, which makes me think this is not the actual end for her.

A possible connection between Penny, Ruby, and the Staff (thus Creation) can be seen in the intro. As Ruby is falling and being dragged down into the darkness, she is shown reaching for the staff. In the void space, Penny is the one with the relic. So with Penny having this strong connection to Creation, and the lyrics “fight for every life” playing as Ruby reaches for the staff, it’s a safe assumption to make, with the knowledge we now have, that the Staff of Creation represents Penny in this particular moment. Which could mean that V9 will be about, at least partially, fighting for Penny’s life.

Musical Hints:

In terms of music, Friend, as a song for Penny, is very dissonant from the episode itself. The song is oddly cheerful for Penny’s recent untimely death, and it overall highlights the wrong parts of death. It’s simply too happy to be a song about losing one of the most, if not the most joyous characters in the entire show. The song also abruptly ends. There’s no outro, and while this could symbolize the fact that Penny died young, it could be that the song itself is unfinished in a story sense.

What do we hear just before the song finishes, though? A progression of notes that sounds eerily similar to the last line of the opening of Volume 8. The notes for “Fight for ev’ry life” and “Who fin’lly felt alive'' share a similar melodic structure, they aren’t perfect clones of each other, but they are incredibly similar, to the point where it seems intentional. Penny may very well be the life that the opening song is fighting for. It is also worth noting that the line “Fight for every life” comes just after “Sometimes it’s worth it all to risk the fall,” which is the exact wording used for the description in the Volume 8 finale. Team RWBY risked the fall, yet, strangely the opposite of fighting for every life happened with Penny’s sacrifice. Perhaps the time to fight for every life has yet to happen, and we will see it come Volume 9.

For another thing, the lyrics for Friend are entirely centered on Penny’s feelings for Ruby, to the point where they read very much like a bittersweet love song. The music itself is incredibly cheerful, as mentioned previously, creating a mood whiplash with the end of the volume. Why would we hear a song about Penny’s feelings for Ruby, sounding like a love song, if her death is supposed to be a tragic sacrifice akin to Pyrrha’s? The song may very well be giving a clue into its future use in the show proper.

If this was meant to be a good bye song, why make it so cheerful and romantic sounding? There's only one part about her dying and even then, it's just too accepting and goes right back into cheerfulness. The song is also pretty hopeful, telling Penny's story in a fairly chronological order. And the part where she talks about sacrifice is quite pointedly followed up by one about feeling alive. It also ends with the super cheerful chorus, the word "alive" being the last... (Remember the episode title: The Final Word)

(I want to thank my friend @shadow-0f-x for writing the majority of this section! I was struggling to choose how to tackle it as I am not well versed in music theory.)

What We Didn’t See:

It is likely that Penny understood Jaune's semblance better than him and figured something out about it’s abilities in the same way that she understood Ruby's semblance better than her. She had plenty of time to observe his semblance up close as he boosted her aura to stave off the virus. Because of that intentionally timed cutaway in the finale, we don’t get to hear her explain herself after her strained “Trust me.” All of that seems really suspicious to me.

Pyrrha Parallel:

Pyrrha and Penny both sacrificed themselves to stop or stall Cinder. Jaune tried to convince the both of them to stop. With Pyrrha, he failed, while with Penny he actively helped her sacrifice herself. Doesn’t make sense for the guy who was determined not to let anyone else do what Pyrrha did, unless of course Penny assured him she’d be alright.

The Moment:

RT including the suicide hotline in the description shows that they're aware that Penny basically committed assisted suicide, seeing it as a noble sacrifice worth doing to save her friends. They're aware, and I believe they're smart enough to condemn that decision to hell and back.

The best way to do that in my opinion is to pull her back into the land of the living and let her witness first hand the consequences of throwing her life away so freely. This would show Penny how her actions affected others so maybe she could learn to truly value herself. To not think herself expendable. It would be bold and unwise to portray this choice as something good, unless it was going to be called upon later and be pointed out for how horrible it really is.

On top of this, Penny was way too content with her death, happy even. There's no way team RWBY is letting her stay content with it. It’s almost as though we're supposed to join Ruby and Co. in calling bullshit on what Penny is saying and doing because no, Penny, this is not how things are meant to work. It's as if Penny was basically saying "I want to die for my friends" because most of the volume had been about everyone else making sure she didn't die. She knows it will hurt them. She knows.

At the peak of it all, a choice like this will totally destroy Ruby. It may very well be her breaking point for Volume 9. Curiously, the moment itself is written like it’s the first choice Penny’s ever made, yet the entire Volume shows this isn’t the case. However, this is the first choice that Penny’s made solely independently and it’s rather pertinent that the choice she makes is a mistake. Outside of giving Winter the Maiden gift and saving the day temporarily, this sacrifice will not have any lasting positive effects. Jaune will be saddled with the grief of killing Penny. Ruby will have to live with losing her best friend and not being able to protect her a second time, and Winter now has the burden of the Winter Maiden abilities, making her a target of Cinder. This is a bad thing, and Penny needs to see the long term consequences.

Transfer of Power:

As we all know, colors in RWBY are really important and get a lot of focus in the show. That means the yellow we see as Penny gives Winter the Maiden Powers was intentional and likely important, no matter how insignificant it may seem. It’s possible that the transfer effect being yellow could have something to do with Jaune’s semblance. When Fria gave the power to Penny, the effect was very much blue, so this transfer should have been green since she was the one giving it this time. The weirdness of this transfer and the focus on color in RWBY really makes it look like something’s up with how that went down.

A little off topic, but Penny saying "I won't be gone, I'll be part of you." makes me think... Winter is smart, so when she gets time to think about what Penny said, maybe she'll arrive at the same question many in the audience came to; if she's literally part of Winter, can they be separated again? If Winter starts questioning that, the possibility of Penny coming back just skyrockets.

Fria actually tells Penny "I'll be gone" before giving her powers up, which is an interesting contrast to Penny telling Winter "I won't be gone". She may have gotten that line from Winter be all philosophical in V7, saying Fria was now a part of Penny, but it hits differently coming from an actual Maiden. S5o it’s possible that Maidens usually actually will be gone, but Jaune's semblance did something to change that.

This could go well with the theory that they won't need to find an aura transfer machine, or build another one, because Jaune will have a semblance evolution allowing him to do the transfer instead. It might actually be that this evolution already happened and the golden light we saw was Jaune transferring penny's aura to Winter in some way?

An observation that I find interesting is when Penny gives winter the powers, not only is the aura yellow but penny completely glows yellow too, and she obviously starts to disappear, but she doesn’t seem to fully disappear, she just glows.

It's possibly a fading out effect and she does fully fade but animation makes bright light easier, and so we don't actually see her disappear because she's dead and not gone. But it does once again emphasize the color yellow here!

And the color is coming from Penny, it does go up Winter's arm a bit, but Penny is clearly the source. This transfer is so weird and I’m not really sure how to interpret it. There's just actually no reason that we are aware of to make the effect yellow here is the thing. Unless it has something to do with either Jaune or Ambrosius, or potentially a combination of both...

Jaune’s Aura:

The way we see Jaune's aura break in the finale is strange. His aura shouldn't be breaking here. It had been long enough since he was boosting Penny, he's had time to recharge, and it didn't look like it was a strain on him at all. Plus, we know he has a lot of aura, so there probably wasn't too much to recharge in the first place.

He has a massive amount of aura, it has never broken before as far as I remember. Even if it has though, that doesn’t make this occurrence any less odd. It should absolutely never be a one-hit KO. We didn't see anything that would've drained it, that should not have been enough to break his aura. Unless he did something - something that would require a huge amount of aura - that we just didn't see. That amount of aura drain is far more than just an attempt at healing would do, Jaune absolutely did something with his semblance that took up almost all of his aura.

Pinocchio Allusion:

As any Penny fan knows, her character allusion is Pinocchio, the puppet who became a real boy. Penny deviates from the allusion by having always been a real girl, as Ruby is quick to point out, but she shares many story beats with her original story including multiple deaths. In the original story, Pinocchio dies from being hung by his own strings due to his poor decision making and he dies. Sounds a little familiar, does it not? This is where his tale originally ended. Readers were unsatisfied with this ending however, so the author decided to change the story by reviving Pinocchio and teaching him to be more careful.

Unlike Pinocchio making all the wrong decisions, Penny often makes the right ones, or ones she thinks is right, when concerning others. While usually a good thing, this has meant Penny almost giving herself up multiple times during V8, her last attempt being successful. This is where Penny and Pinocchio begin to share similarities again. They are both very reckless when it concerns themselves. This carelessness comes from different places, but it ends with the same result of them endangering their lives and even sometimes losing them.

In the Disney movie, Pinocchio dies by drowning after going to rescue Geppetto and washes up on the shore (like the beach in V8’s post credit scene). His father is devastated and takes him home to grieve, but as a reward for his selflessness in rescuing his father, the Blue Fairy returns and brings him back to life, as well as granting him humanity. Penny sacrificed her life as well, and it stands to reason that she should be rewarded for it, much like her allusion was.

Penny got her maiden powers from someone with blue aura and then gave her powers to someone with blue aura. So it could be that not only Ambrosius, but Fria and Winter as well represent the Blue Fairy. It could be set up for Winter helping to bring Penny back to life once more. It’s an out there theory I admit, but it’s not outright impossible either. The Blue Fairy in Pinocchio saved him three times that I know of, so RWBY having three representations does make sense.

Geppetto wished for him to live as a real boy, but it depended on what path Pinocchio took. This is very reminiscent of Penny and Pietro. Pietro wants to see her live her life, and surely with him absent in V8C14 that didn't work, despite Penny choosing. Her father did not see her happy enough to live her life, and will only be able to learn her death through others. But Pinocchio's themes were life and being alive. So the likelihood that this is not her end yet is quite high!

A Girl That Fell Through the World:

Penny could be the girl who fell through the world. The girl in the story fled the consequences of a choice. The only person who chose her ultimate fate was Penny. The others were pushed into the void, but she chose to die. The consequence of her choice is Ruby’s grief first and foremost, which Penny won’t see. The girl who fell through the world does come back though, and the world will be changed severely with Penny’s absence. Alternatively, it could also be Penny coming back to Wonderland or wherever they currently are, as long as it’s unrecognizable to her.

What Returning Brings:

Others might say another return would have no story relevant purpose, but I wholeheartedly disagree. Penny gives a profoundly youthful, joyous, and wondrous outlook on the world and story that we hadn't seen since Ruby in Volumes 1-3(not the end), Penny returning would bring a much needed levity back in after the despair they will undoubtedly be going through. While not necessarily a huge thing in most other shows, for RWBY, a show largely about keeping up hope, an ounce of such relief is a necessity.

As much as I hate saying it, Penny’s death does actually make some narrative sense because she had to pass on the Maiden powers. (They could have done this in a number of ways, and I personally think they chose rather poorly, but I digress.) Throughout this whole volume, we can see Penny seemingly being set up to join the main cast, but would have been too strong with the powers. This also accomplishes ridding her of the burden of responsibility that comes with being a Maiden and lets her obtain the freedom that’s so important to her character.

Once she returns, seeing this grief that her actions caused, particularly to Ruby, will get her to realize more that her actions can have serious repercussions. She made a choice, but that choice hurt the people she loves. She must have known that it would but I’m not sure she ever realized just how much.

I didn’t want this post to be heavy in the shipping department, so I largely left it out, but I am going to say this one thing that could have an impact. If Nuts & Dolts is on its way to being canon, which this volume makes it feel highly likely, this could be a catalyst.

It could prompt an arc for the both of them in which Penny learns to live her life fighting for her loved ones, rather than sacrificing it for them. A relationship could potentially start from there. And Ruby seeing Penny learn these things may also help her to stop doing the occasional but very dangerous and reckless things she does. Ruby witnessing Penny coming to terms with what she did to the people that care about her would actually make her stop to think “wait, is this how everyone else would feel if I got myself killed?” That would be a very important moment of character growth for her.

I’m certain there are other significant things that Penny returning can bring to the show. And there are definitely more sections I could add to this. At this point though, assuming anyone even made it this far, I think I’ve been going long enough already. So let’s just roll into the outro!

As painful and hopeless as it seems, I'm choosing to trust them with this because there is absolutely no way they didn't see backlash coming. The way this finale went makes me think that they calculated for backlash and aren’t jumping into something they don’t have a plan to recover from. Whether this trust is unfounded or not remains to be seen, but I don’t think it is currently. I do think, however, that the cause of this backlash was a major misstep. Now that it has happened though, they have a chance to do something good with it.

I know for a lot of you, trust in CRWBY has been damaged, some even irreparably so. And for those that feel this way, I don’t blame you. My trust in them took a hit too, but isn’t broken completely yet. There are many ways that they can bring her back that would make sense with the narrative, they have the ability to make it right, and after going over all of the hints and general weirdness of things many times, I think they will.

I'm feeling pretty confident now and I really didn't expect that to happen at all to be honest. But discussing and theorizing with the discord server seriously helped get my hopes back up surprisingly fast! It’s actually thanks to all of them that this gigantic post even happened! So thanks a ton my fellow Dolts! And a special thanks to!!

@arcana-amicus

@catontheweb

@cosmokyrin

@gaydontmesswithme224

@jammatown919

@shadow-0f-x

They really helped get this thing across the finish line!

And thank YOU for reading all~ of this! I sincerely wish it gave you some of the hope and confidence that I now have!

[tommybaholland]

bnha boys in love [valentine’s edition💗]

featuring: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinso, amajiki, and dabi

for anyone who might be feeling lonely today, enjoy a lil something from ur fav bnha boy who loves u! 

midoriya is one that gets nervous but tries hard to turn it into excitement when thinking about what he’s going to do for or with you on valentine’s day. as an aspiring hero, he always wants to put a smile on others’ faces and you’re no different. actually, you could be an exception because he loves you and those feelings are different from acts of altruism. rather, he wants to give you something straight from his heart. he’s always wanted to cook dinner for someone else, even after he’s always had his mom make him anything he wanted. he receives some basic guidance for her over the phone but he still has zero clue what he’s doing until kacchan stumbles upon him in the dorm kitchen struggling to cut onions. after some threats, yelling, and lots of arguing, the two manage to make a decent meal, actually a whole spread of food for the night. you’ve never had someone put that much thought or make dinner for you so its absolutely surreal when he presents it to you. the meal itself is really good and the night ends with the you both falling into food comas on the couch, relaxing into one another. 

bakugo seems very distant leading up to the day. he didn’t seem like the type to make a big deal out of valentine’s day. then again, he had never gotten many chances to celebrate it, except reluctantly with classmates and his parents. you didn’t mind how he felt about it but it was strange that you hadn’t seen much of him the past few days. on the day, you want to not think about his absence so you decide to get some training in. not an hour passes before bakugo storms in, “there you are, IDIOT! i’ve been looking everything for you! you’re coming with me..” he doesn’t allow you time to change or shower and instructs you to close your eyes as he leads you by the hand somewhere. he voice goes soft as he stops and tells you to open your eyes. you open them to see your favorite dessert sitting in front of you and a lit candle to complete the ambience. you’re in complete awe. you knew he could cook but had no idea he could bake but he explains that sato helped him with the recipe and how he almost gave up the whole thing because he couldn’t get it right the first few times. he admits it might still not be perfect but he loves you so very much and-- he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you’re silencing him with a kiss. 

todoroki could give you anything you wanted on a regular basis, being the son of a pro hero and all. it’s this ceiling effect that gets him in a bind for what to do for you because naturally he’d just spoil you extra. but something tells him he shouldn’t focus on the material items but rather the gesture, the sentiment, maybe even the experience. the beginning of the day is slow and lazy, with him coming to your room early in the morning to lay with you in bed. being the sleepy boy he is, he ends up falling asleep on you and you follow close behind. luckily, he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss what he has planned. he takes you to a hot spring in a secluded location, where you (appropriately) share one together. it’s really nice and relaxing and a different type of alone you get to spend with him. he tries to rub your feet but you won’t let him because you’re ticklish and that starts a little tickle war. you surrender by wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as your ribs ache from laughing so hard. you stare at each other while catching your breath, lips slowly drawing closer. it’s all around a beautiful moment with such a pretty and kind-hearted boy. 

kirishima would save as much as he could to be able to spoil you on this day. he figures; that’s what it’s for, right? this man would try to go above and beyond for you any day because you’re so worth it to him but valentine’s is truly his day to shine. he decides to put together a scavenger hunt which involves one long tour of your previous dates, like the buffet restaurant and the arcade. he even sneaks in little nostalgic things during your time as a couple, like at the park where he learned how you liked to lay on your stomach while he’d draw little shapes on your back. it’s crazy but so fun and cute and special. it ends in a random backside of a building at UA and it’s familiar but you’re confused as to why he brought you here. “this was the place where you first told me you were interested in me..and i was so nervous but so flattered that someone as wonderful as you could like me.” and he goes on and on but he can’t help that he feels so much love for you, which is something he didn’t really think he’d get to experience. he’s oh so grateful to have you and so are you to have the manliest, cutest, sweetest boyfriend ever. 

kaminari feels the pressure of making your first valentine’s with him the best day you’ve ever had and tries to put on a front but fails. he loves that you’re so easygoing and chill with anything but he wants to make the day special. he wants to go above and beyond for you because you deserve it so much. he really likes the idea of an private outdoor dinner because the ambience is already pretty romantic. he sets it all up and when the time comes, he’s just too excited and can’t keep it a secret. he leads you outside as he tells you that he strung up all these lights but when you get out there, it’s real dark. he goes, “this is the best part.” he uses his quirk to simultaneously light up the small bulbs dangling from the strings. unfortunately, several of them blow a fuse and shatter, diminishing the full effect. you both laugh it off like normal and he says he was prepared for that, pulling out a lighter to light the candles on the table. it’s sweet and thoughtful, but don’t think you’ve escaped the ‘are you trying to romance me’ tiktok references. it’s okay though because a denki date night wouldn’t be complete without them. 

shinso is similar to bakugo when it comes to valentine’s, except he’s more so indifferent, rather than not caring about it. he’d be the type to ask you what you want or would like to do but he realizes that was a lost cause because of course you tell him it doesn’t really matter to you and you’d be happy with whatever. you’re so lovely to him everyday, despite his insecurities and trust qualms, so he silently promises to give you a day that you deserve. he tells you he has a surprise. it’s easy to hide as he takes you to your favorite cat cafe, a place where you two are regulars. there’s one cat there, a black and white tuxedo cat, that you are particularly fond of. he enjoys watching you smile as the cat rubs up against you and lays in your lap. you’ve completely forgotten about why you were there until he tells you that the cat is yours if you want him. you’re in complete disbelief but he tells you that he had arranged it with the owner of the cafe, who had noticed that the cat was very skittish and avoidant of other people, except for you. “and i told him, ‘yeah, me too.’” 

amajiki is nervous, of course. probably more nervous than on a regular basis. he knows he shouldn’t be because you’re so wonderful and accept anything he’s done for you with your sweet smile and kisses. he doesn’t like going out to public places too often but he wants to take you to several that you’ll both enjoy and he’ll feel somewhat comfortable. every place has something to do with nature: a zoo, an aquarium, and finally, a butterfly garden which he remembered you mentioning how you had always wanted to go to one. although he knows butterflies are gentle creatures, he isn’t so big on bugs in general, especially when there’s hundreds of them flying around him. you hold his hand the entire time, relaxing him as time goes by. you giggle as they land on the tips of his ears, making him smile as their delicate legs tickle his skin. he grins at your reaction as he pulls you closer. “nothing compares to your butterfly kisses, bunny.” he leans in to blink against your skin, his lashes brushing lightly like wings. you return the gesture to him, hugging him close to you as he pets your hair. he can be shy but your own little love language made up for it.

dabi has never been into something as trivial as a day about love. to him, it’s like any other day. but he never expected that he’d be scrambling around the city to find the perfect flowers to give to you. it’s the least he could do but it could never make up for everything you’ve done for him. you’ve made him feel loved and wanted; having proven it by sticking by him this entire time, such as the fact that he’s now a wanted criminal. he has to be discrete. this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have standards and wouldn’t give you just any flower that was thrown out or forgotten. he starts to get frustrated as he stalks around in a forest and lets his quirk burn off a little steam, catching the trees and foliage into blue flames. then he sees it. you’re a little on edge when he gets home, worried that something had happened after you hadn’t seen him all day. he reminds you what day it is and then holds up what he found: a lonely flower, singed a bit on the ends of the petals but intact and tall. he explains that it reminded him of you, your relationship, what you mean to him. it’s rough around the edges and imperfect but resilient and strong.

happy valentine’s day from bnha night! any lovely requests may enter here..

[winchesterxxi]

To Make you Mine (Din Djarin x Reader)

Rating: PG-13

Type: Fluff

Summary: Din got the darksaber and as we know he can’t yield it to Bo Katan, it needs to be won in a fight. He doesn’t want the darksaber to land in Bo’s hands because she doesn’t sit right with him, so he suggests you take it, along with an interesting proposal

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: CH.16 SPOILERS, graphical descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, implications of sex

A/N: This idea came to me in one of my many maladaptative daydreaming moments a few weeks ago so bear with me

MASTERPOST | REQUEST HERE | KO-FI

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You were trying to find a sense of normality.

After yours and Din’s life had been turned upside down just the week before, with losing your home and giving away your kid all in less than a couple of days, you had to go somewhere and deal with things. And you knew the Mandalorian by your side would never willingly take a single day off.

But with the help of a newly acquired ally, who also happens to have become the newest leader of Jabba’s Palace, Boba Fett, you managed to get in the possession of a small A-47 Airspeeder. Having a friend feared by all of Tatooine had its advantages.

You flew the fighter to what you knew to be a safe place to rest, across the galaxy: the forest moon of Endor.

You landed three days ago, and you and Din have been living a nomad life, using the ship to sleep in and igniting fire every day and night to cook and keep yourselves warm. You could’ve easily settled on a planet with a more hospitality feel to it; staying in an inn. But you knew this is what you both needed – fresh air away from everyone.

Despite Din’s way of dealing with the past events was to either cry alone or keep quiet, you always found intense physical activity the best way to blow off some steam. Tragic events had a way of making you angry, and this is the coping mechanism you found.

Slipping out of the small cot in which you were pressed against Din’s chest, you get some sturdier clothes on and get out of the ship, and run in big circles until you feel tired.

Once you were in your 15th lap, you couldn’t really tell anymore at this point, Din descends from the ship, full armor on which catches your eye.

“What’s wrong?” you yell so that he can hear you from how far you are.

From where he stands, he simply motions you to come closer with his left hand. You stop running and head in his direction instead, regaining your breath.

“What’s so important, you couldn’t wait for me to run my laps?” you question him, letting your hair loosen itself from the tight ponytail in which you had put it in to prevent it from getting in your way.

“I was thinking about something, and I’ve come to a decision.” His modulated voice explains calmly.

“Okay… and what decision have you exactly come to?”

“I don’t want the dark saber.”

“Yeah, you made that pretty clear to everyone three days ago.” you frown up at him, not understanding where the conversation was going.

“And I don’t trust Bo Katan.” You nod along, following his words.

“I want you to have it.”

You almost choke on your own spit when he communicates his decision to you, completely aloof as to why he would’ve thought of such a stupid thing.

“Are you out of your kriffing mind?!” you practically yell at him, waving your hands in the air, striding away from him to calm yourself down. You take a deep breath before turning to face him, still a few feet away. “What in the galaxy makes you think that I would ever do that?! Plus, you do remember that if I were to get that thing,” you gesture to his right hand, which has since reached for the dark saber “we would have to fight over it. As in, beat each other up.”

Din doesn’t dare to get closer to you, simply talking from where he is standing.

“It’s not a thing, it’s the single most powerful weapon in all of the Mandalorian history and yes, I do know that.” His helmet nods down and you finally connect the dots as to why he was in full armor when there was virtually no one on this moon besides the both of you. You sigh and your shoulders lower. You can’t believe that you’re actually considering this, hand coming up to press against your forehead.

“What’s in it for me besides the pain in the ass of having to rule all the Mandalorians in the galaxy?”

“I’ll marry you.” Once again your body as if goes into shock, stiffening up every possible muscle and your eyes widening.

“You -…” you stop yourself, before you scream, quickly striding over to him “You’ll what now?”

“If you can win the dark saber, I’ll marry you, you’ll become part of my clan, you’ll become a Mandalorian, and no other will be able to oppose you as their ruler.”

If before your heart was beating faster than ever with a mix of rage, confusion, and just overall annoyance, it has now sunk to the bottom of your stomach.

You and Din shared a connection beyond words, having spent countless nights together, both in union acting as guardians to Grogu and if anything ever happened to him you know you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. So many were the times when you thought you’d lose him for the crazy stunts he has pulled to save the people he loves.

It was a love that didn’t need to be spoken, rather felt or shown, but now you weren’t so sure it was reciprocated as his answer bore a purely practical solution to a problem. Not a declaration in any way.

“Oh… Yeah, that makes sense.” You can’t hide the way your body slouched slightly and your face dropped at his answer. Din walks over to you, his chest tight at the words that he wants to say to you.

“And…” He places his free gloved hand upon your cheek, causing you to look up and meet his hidden gaze. If you could see through the dark visor of his helmet you would you could see the gentle smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners as he looked adoringly at you, maybe soon “obviously, because I love you, mesh’la.”

You take a quiet breath in as your heart skips a beat at his confession. The words he’s wanted to say to you for so long and that you have longed to listen to for longer than you’d care to admit.

“I’ve lost too many things in my life, and if there is the chance for me to take you like a piece of myself for the rest of my life, I’m going to take it.” He brings his helmet down to meet your forehead and you take a deep breath before stepping backward and away from him, crouching down into a fighting stance, as you bring your hands up to be close to your face, closing them into two fists.

“Are you sure?”  You ask “What if I hurt you?”

“Give me your best.” Is all he says, igniting the saber at the same time as he reaches for the spear lodged in the back of his cape and throwing it in the direction of your chest. You grab it before it falls to the floor, handling it the way you had been instructed all those months ago when you insisted the man standing in front of you to teach you to defend yourself. “I know I’ve taught you well.”

The corner of your mouth lifts in a smile and you speed up to where he is, bringing the beskar speer down to meet the saber’s glowing blade as the sound of the clash echoes around you.

You breathe in before moving the spear to try and strike him from a different angle, moving forward as he backs away at the same time, grunting at the effort, all possible friendliness within the combat having completely flow away.

Once you finally think you have a good aim, he steps out of your trajectory, causing you to stumble forward with the momentum of the blow you were about to deliver.

“Think before striking, Y/n. We’ve done this before!” his voice comes heavy and sharp through the modulator in his helmet. Turning back at him, you are panting before running back to him, lifting your spear as if to strike him, but as his blade goes up to meet your weapon you slump below it and turn back, immediately hitting him on his defenseless back, in between the beskar plates.

He groans in pain and stumbles forward.

“Faster, Din. We’ve done this before.” You mock his earlier statement, smirking at him.

Oh. The man is pissed off. You can’t see his face, but having known him for so long you can tell by his body language that he is no longer padding around the playground. He means business.

He charges at you full force, but you block his blow with your spear, rotating and pushing it away from you at the same time, both of your weapons fly to the side.

You both look at the weapons, before looking at each other in sync, knowing exactly that you were going to try and go for the saber.

Din runs from you but you quickly catch up to him, advantages of him being in full beskar armor, weighing down on him and you only sporting some training clothes. You throw one of your legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder, rotating with his neck in the center so that you’re in front of him, and you pull your body weight to the side, bringing his own down with you.

You both fall to the ground with a heavy thud, his side crushing the leg that landed under him as you let out a cry. But you fight through the pain as you look to your side and notice that the place you are is only a few feet away from where the weapons landed. Holding him in a chuck hold with your legs, you hastily reach for the saber’s handle and switch yourself from underneath him, straddling his chest and holding the blade dangerously close to his throat.

You are both heavily breathing, you visibly sweating and his grip on you loosens as he holds his hands close to his face, surrendering.

You shakily exhale as a smile makes its way onto your lips and you nod in amusement, standing up from where you were.

Looking down at your lover, you extend him your free hand, which he takes as you pull him up to your level. He hovers over you as your right-hand turns the dark saber off, both chests still heaving up and down.

He brings his forehead down, shoulders slouching as he bows to the new Mand’alor.

“Ner alor.” My leader. “Mand’alor.” Sole Ruler.

You smile up at him once he straightens back to his full height.

“Now,” you grin with your tongue in peeking behind your teeth, and hanging the dark saber’s handle to your belt “If I remember correctly, I heard something about getting married... am I correct, my loyal subject?”

You walk slowly up to him, swaying your hips in the course.

His arms come to rest upon your waist, his voice letting out an amused hum and you just know he is smiling like an idiot underneath the beskar.

“And if I remember correctly, according to the Creed, that means that all this…” you tap with your pointer finger on the beskar of his helmet, chest and arms finalizing with a light tap of your nail against his crotch protection “gets to come off. Right?”

His grip on your waist tightens.

“Let’s go inside to find out.”

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A Fine Specimen-

Rating : 18+, Mature, Yandere-verse

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x female reader.

Word count : 2.3k

Warning's : Dark themes, Yandere behaviour, non-con, drugging, cunnilingus, fingering, choking, vaginal sex.

The lights on the low run down ceiling kept flickering, as you try your best to pull yourself out of your trance. The room was dark except for the surgical lights pointed straight on your figure, it seemed like an abandoned operation theatre, or atleast it should be, considering its dingy state. Every effort of looking around and trying to make sense of your current predicament has been futile, even staying level headed in this strange place was a constant struggle.

Your entire body felt heavy despite the fact that you didn’t even had a thread of clothing on you, the cold air of the room hitting you body made another alarm go off in your head. You’d think you were strapped to the cold hard examination table but it was simply the numbness of your limbs that prevented you from moving. Panic started to flood through your system as you racked your brain for any possible reasoning, as to why you were being treated like a test subject. Sure you lived in a society filled with supernatural beings but you were nothing if not normal.

The gradually increasing sound of footsteps pulled you out of your reverie but judging by the situation your in, it most likely wasn’t a good thing. Soon the person who enters, will see you at your most vulnerable, half conscious and naked state, it was humiliating but you had to pull yourself together if you wanted to survive.

Your sleep laden eyes were the only part that you could move but the light shining above you made it quite straining to focus so you stayed still.

A shadow casted itself upon you indicating the person who entered was tall, probably a male and stronger too. In your current state he made you feel like a rag doll as he stared at your form. You’d describe him as a hunter sizing up his prey if you could see his eyes, which were covered by a blindfold. But that wasn’t the only thing peculiar about him, his hair was as white as snow, the lights above you giving him an otherworldly glow when he leaned on you. His pink lips that looked so smooth, shined with the slightest movement. His beautiful features screamed perfect not creep.

“Hellooo~ Y/n chan, are you awake?…..”, He asked in a sing song voice and a smile on his lips that contrasted with the sombre atmosphere of the room.

So he knew your name? It’s not surprising if he was the one who brought you here, but it was the first time you met this person and he had enough quirks that anyone would remember even without having to converse with him. You were barely managing to keep your eyes half open and speaking seemed far too big of a struggle, your body wasn’t listing to you since the moment you woke up so all you could do was wait for him to explain himself, if he’s even planning to.

A few seconds passed in silence before the white haired man continued, “You probably don’t remember but you were attacked. By a curse, I mean.”

His tone held no compassion as his cheery voice continued, “ You were hurt pretty badly and almost got swallowed, but I made it in time so it’s all right now. You need to get examined for any signs of trauma or any other serious injuries, it’s just that your doctor is running a bit late so I decided to take over”, his face drew closer as he practically breathed on your lips, the warmth radiating from his body almost giving you a false sense of relief that was short lived when you felt his hand cup your breast.

“ You don’t mind right?, I’ll make sure to throughly check each.and.every.detail”, he cooed against your ear giving your cold breast a soft squeeze the stranger left feather light kisses up your neck. You may not be a medical expert but even you knew no medical examinations include foreplay. Your body was still as stiff as a rock and even if you were injured it seemed unusual for you to lose the entire control of your limbs and voice, so you put all your strength into pulling out a broken scream from your clogged throat. It was a futile effort but you couldn’t just let yourself be fondled by some stranger who clearly didn’t looked or acted sound of mind.

“ What’s wrong y/n? Didn’t that felt good?”, There was obvious confusion in his tone, as if he doesn’t realise he doesn’t have your consent but as outrageous as it seemed to you his touch felt good, comforting even. His touch was the only thing that gave you warmth since you regained consciousness and maybe it’s your dazed state or the fact that you’ve been lying on this hard surface or its in his superficial beauty that was making your body feel at ease instead of tensing up.

The murky room that previously made you shiver, now felt warm with a sweet scent in the air, “ Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you~”, he whispered softly in your ear, moving your breasts tenderly so as to not cause you any pain, and then lightly he rolled your perked up nipple between his fingers, delighting at the sight of your face twisting up in pleasure you can’t refuse.

He tilted your chin upwards to gain more access to your throat and started sucking a trail of red marks from your jaw to the valley between your breasts, they felt tingly and soft at first, his kisses lighting you’re numb body on fire, a feeling that was undeniably delightful albeit forceful.

“ Not gonna put on a fight now sweetheart? What a good girl you are!”, His voice took a maniacal pitch, but his smile appeared to be of genuine nature as if he really did wanted to take care of you.

“ Let’s get serious now shall we?”, Saying that he moved towards your legs, he bent over your naked pussy and parted your thighs as much as your currently stiff body allowed. It was clear to him that you wanted to protest, wanted to hide yourself and run away but your slightly parted lips that couldnt make out any screams of pain or pleasure, those half lidded eyes which were struggling to focus on what was happening to the rest of your body, it was all part of what made your current violator’s desire surge through his blood .

His hand that parted your legs gave the inner part of your thighs a gentle pinch, as he kept on stroking the soft flesh. Moving his left hand inbetween them he reached for your glistening nether lips beneath curls of pubic hair, with two of his long thick fingers he pried them open. Licking his lips like he was about to devour a delicious meal he brought his face closer to your sex until his tongue made contact with your clit. He took the tiny nodule in his mouth and gave it a hard suck making you shiver and with that, every ounce of fight left in you died as you started to surrender yourself to his touch that promised the kind of tantalizing euphoria you’ve never imagine possible.

Your body was beginning to heat up to the point of burning as your senses started catching up to the white haired guy’s mouth which relentlessly worked your clit back and forth. Slipping two fingers of his right hand in your tight cunt, he made more of your white hot cum flow out, your face was the picture of bliss as he kept on licking your slick covered pussy. He shoved his fingers inside you harder and faster until you began tightening around him, your pussy started convulsing when that coil of pleasure unwinding in the pit of your stomach reached its peak. With a slight squeeze of his digits you came on his face, just like he wanted you to.

He smiled while watching you come down from your high, the mess your quivering body made was a beautiful sight for him and he wanted to savour every second of it. You though the fire that he kindled inside you would calm down after you came but your body kept on shaking even when your orgasm had ended. It was like your body was not yours anymore, like it didn’t belong to you but the guy who was in front of you. It was only when he was touching you that made your senses come back to yourself and as soon as he drew away you were left unable to control even a single limb of yours.

“ I’m glad to see it was enjoyable for you my sweetness, although I couldn’t swallow all it, I think i was able to get a good enough taste of you”, he spoke in a low baritone. “ I really wanted to hear your cute voice crying out for me but I suppose I went overboard with your medications, so I guess that won’t be happening”, his tone lacked regret but atleast now you knew why your body was acting funny and how this person was insane if he thinks drugging you is giving medication, despite your reasoning all rationality had already left your brain, only leaving you with an unquenchable thirst for his touch.

From the corner of your eye you could see him swiftly unzipping his pants to take out his hard member. He mounted on you still palming his hard on and it only now dawned on you just how huge he was, his body completely enveloped yours making you feel small as he planted one hand beside your head. He leaned down to kiss your parted lips, slipping his tongue inside, you could taste the remnants of your cum on it when he licked the roof of your mouth. His kiss was so hard it almost felt like he was sucking the life out of you not stopping until your consciousness started to waver again.

“ Haaaa… Sorry, I got carried away, breath for me cupcake, Its no good if I have to hump your unconscious body.”, With that he placed his right hand on the back of your knee and pushed it all the way up to your chest, this new position giving him more access to your still swollen and trembling cunt.

In one smooth motion he was buried deep in you, the slick from your last orgasm gave him enough lubrication that he started moving immediately. His pace was fast, but not violently so. It was the right amount of deep and long as he pulled himself out until only his tip remain inside of you before pushed it in again. He watched your reactions intently as he maintained his steady pace, though mildly, you were still able to contort your face like anyone who is being fucked so good. Soon you felt your second orgasm approach and he speed up his own actions to chase his high as well.

“ Gojo…..Satoru…..”, He said inbetween his rhythmic thrusts, “ that’s my name, so let me make you….. remember …it…..”, With a few more hard thrusts a familiar pleasure washed over you. Your pussy clenched around his cock making him follow you soon after.

Panting heavily, he leaned down to rest his forehead against the crook of your neck, beads of sweat trickling down his face as he calmed himself down. He didn’t pull himself out until both of your heavy breaths became steady, still looming over you. Raising his head he licked your lips, and with a low growl against your mouth he put one of his hand on your throat, wrapping itself around it completely, his actions sent a shiver up your spine. He started putting pressure on only some very particular spots, causing your eyes to roll back, making the already delicate state of consciousness to fade. But before you felt yourself getting knocked out you heard him speak again.

“Next time…… I’ll make you say it”, he said calmly as the man named Satoru withdrew his hands from your neck.

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Trigger warnings: grief, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, drunkenness

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They say when you lose someone, the world stops. They say that the life around you slows to a crawl and the birds stop singing and the sun stops shining. 

But that’s not true. Not in Dean’s experience. 

In Dean’s experience, when you lose someone, the world doesn’t stop; you do. The world keeps going; people keep laughing, the sun seems to shine brighter than it ever did before, and the birds carry on with their morning songs like nothing ever happened. 

There’s no cure for grief, as Dean has learned through the loss of countless friends and family members, but there are things that help numb the pain. 

Dean’s coping mechanisms have never been what anyone would call healthy, but being a hunter doesn’t really leave time for caring about what’s healthy and what’s not. 

When Dean loses someone, he drinks.

He drinks until all he can see are blurry outlines. One bottle after another is how he spends his days. 

At some point he sleeps, but it’s restless and shadowed by bad dreams and black goo. 

It’s worse this time; the grief. Dean’s pretty sure that it’s because this time he knows there’s no deals to be made, there’s no way to save his best friend. The Empty took Cas for good, and there’s no getting him back.

Dean’s tried.

He screamed at the sky to anyone who might listen, called upon every deity, from every faith he could think of, but no one had responded, because (as Dean’s learned from every deity he’s ever met) no one actually cares.

Cas should have let them both die, at least then Dean wouldn’t have to live without him. 

Death, as Dean has also learned, is much easier than life. 

It takes no effort at all to die; it’s just poof and you’re gone. Just like that you’re free from the burdens of life, and while Heaven isn’t exactly paradise, reliving your favorite memories isn’t torture either; it beats Hell by a long shot. At least in Heaven, Dean would get to see Cas again, even if it was just a memory. 

The days come and go, and Dean drinks his way through each one. The floor of his room becomes a dumpster filled with empty beer bottles, lost potential, and regret. 

Dean regrets so much. 

He’d been so blind to Cas’s feelings, so buried in his own head, and his own fears, that he hadn’t allowed himself to think Cas might feel the same way. Cas’s confession had stunned Dean into silence, his mind stuck like a needle on a record, only fixing itself when it was too late and Cas was gone.

Every time Cas crosses his mind, he drinks. 

The only time he leaves the bunker is to buy himself more beers, and then he returns to his room and locks himself away. 

It’s not until two weeks have passed, that Sam knocks on the door and tears Dean from sleep. 

“Ugh,” Sam gasps as Dean cracks open an eye to look at his brother. Sam has a hand up to his nose in disgust and his eyes are traveling over the beer bottles littered around his floor like landmines. “Dean, you have to get up.” 

“No I don’t,” Dean mumbles as he shuts his eyes and turns his back on Sam. 

The sound of bottles hitting each other as they skid across the floor makes Dean pull his pillow over his head. “Dean,” Sam’s muffled voice comes through the pillow anyway.

“Leave me alone,” Dean groans. 

“Dean you’ve been in here for weeks.” 

Dean fails to see Sam’s point. “So?” 

“When was the last time you ate something?” 

“Dunno,” Dean moans. 

“Right, you need a shower and a hot meal,” Sam says just as Dean’s pillow is pulled from his head.

“Hey!” Dean protests, but there’s not much heat in it; he doesn’t have the strength to complain. 

Sam wrinkles his nose. “Dude you reek. Are you still- have you even changed your clothes?” 

“Nope,” Dean replies, popping the p as he tries to focus on Sam’s face, which doesn’t seem to be able to stay still.

“Okay, up and at ‘em,” Sam says as he reaches down to pull Dean to his feet. Dean sways on the spot when he stands and Sam has to hold him steady. 

It’s when Sam tries to help Dean out of his jacket, that Dean’s senses seem to finally kick on. “No!” he shouts as he tugs his arm away. 

Sam backs away, hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, relax.”

Dean glances down at his shoulder and Cas’s handprint looks back. “I don’t- I can’t-” tears start to spill from his eyes and he doesn’t even bother to blink them away. “It’s all I have left of him, Sam.” 

Sympathy flashes across Sam’s face and he closes the gap between them, pulling Dean into a hug. “I know.” 

“Keep thinkin’ he’s gonna-” Dean swallows hard, his tears burning heated tracks down his face, “-come back,” he chokes out.

“Yeah,” Sam sighs as he gives Dean’s back a pat. 

“I don’t wanna wash it, Sam. You can’t wash it.” 

“Okay,” Sam says as he pulls away from Dean. 

“You can’t wash it,” Dean repeats. 

“I won’t.” 

“Promise me.”

“Dean, I promise I won’t wash the jacket, okay? But you have to take it off so you can get in the shower.” 

Dean hesitates. The thought of parting with the jacket, even temporarily makes him nauseous. 

Sam sighs again. “Dean, are you ever going to tell me what happened?” 

Dean swallows the bile rising in his throat as he steps backwards to sit on his bed, head spinning. “Said he loved me,” he mumbles, as he reaches a hand to his shoulder and traces the crusted blood gently. 

“What?” Sam asks, stepping closer.

“He loved me,” Dean whispers hoarsely. It sounds like a revelation, like he’s truly just realizing the weight of this for the first time. 

Sam lets out a soft “oh” and suddenly the bed is sinking under Sam’s weight as he sits down to pull Dean into another hug. If Dean weren’t so drunk, he’d be pushing Sam off with complaints of chick-flick moments and offhanded claims that he’s ‘fine’. But with the blurry screen of alcohol over his eyes he can’t fight off his brother, so he takes the comfort.

“Dean, I-” 

“Don’t,” Dean snaps, but there’s no bite to it. “Just please, don’t.” 

Sam’s quiet for a moment and then he clears his throat. “You loved him back, didn’t you.”

Dean heaves a sigh and lets it out slowly. “Yeah.” 

And there it is, out in the open. His whole life the battles over his constant sexuality crisis took place in his mind. He’d push everything down and push everything down and push everything down, until it was buried so deep he started believing the lies he told himself. But now, he’d said it. He loves -loved- another man, and Sam knows. No takesies backsies.  

“I’m sorry,” Sam says. 

“I didn’t tell him,” Dean sniffs. “The guy d-dies for me and I c-can’t even say it b-back.” The tears are falling heavy now, his chest convulsing in sobs that he can’t control. 

“He knew, Dean.” 

Dean’s not so sure about that. 

He was a dick to Cas most of the time. Every bad thing he ever said or did to him has been replaying in his mind since Cas died. Kicking Cas out of the bunker, blaming him for things out of his control, trying to kill him when he had the mark and when he’d taken in the Leviathans, leaving him in Purgatory, and most of all… not telling him he loved him back.

How Cas could still love him through all of that, Dean can’t comprehend. He doesn’t deserve Cas’s love. He’s a mess, a broken human mess, and Cas… Cas was an angel, a righteous, powerful, being. 

More tears fall from Dean’s eyes and he can’t seem to stop them. Sam lets Dean cry, not saying a word until Dean gets more control over his emotions. 

After a while the tears do stop, and Dean slumps against Sam, exhausted and feeling just a tiny bit too sober. He reaches for the beer bottle on his nightstand but Sam slides it away.

“You’re done, Dean. We’re getting you into a shower and then you’re going to eat something.” 

“‘S no point. Not without Cas.”

“Cas wouldn’t want-” 

“You dunno what Cas wants, he’s dead.” 

“I know he wouldn’t want you to drink yourself to death.” 

“Yeah well, he’s not here to care anymore.”

“Dean-” 

“He’s dead, Sam,” Dean snaps, anger suddenly fueling a fire in his heart. “And he’s not coming back, so don’t tell me what dead angels want!” 

Dean knows what Cas wanted. Cas wanted him. Cas wanted one thing, and it was a life where Dean loved him back, where they could have been happy together.

Dean’s too sober for this thought process. 

Once again, he reaches for the bottle on his nightstand, but Sam puts himself between it and Dean. “No, Dean. You’re cut off.”

The tears come back before Dean can blink them away. He’s too drained to fight this time when Sam starts to pull the jacket off his shoulders. He lets his brother guide him to the bathroom, lets him turn on the water and force Dean from his shirt. 

Dean insists he can do the rest himself and Sam backs away, saying he’s going to the kitchen to make Dean something to eat. 

The shower feels good and Dean hates it. He doesn’t want to feel good. Cas is dead, and Dean was the cause, he shouldn’t feel good. He turns the water to cold, jarring him from the cocoon of warmth the hot water had provided. He finishes his shower with cold water and when he steps out he finds that Sam’s brought him fresh clothes. He gets dressed, pointedly ignoring the mirror, too afraid of what he’ll see, and then he goes to join Sam in the kitchen. 

A sandwich waits for him and Dean forces himself to eat it. His empty stomach happily accepts the offering and Sam even gets Dean to drink a glass of water. 

“I found a case,” Sam says once Dean pushes his empty plate away. 

“A case?” Dean repeats. 

“Yeah, I think it’s a simple salt and burn.” 

“Awesome, you can go then.” 

“No, we can go.” 

Dean shakes his head. “I don’t want to work a case, Sam.” 

“Dean, you have to start living your life again.” 

Dean doesn’t want to, but he can’t keep arguing with Sam. So, he goes on the hunt, and Sam was right; a quick salt and burn and it’s over. And just like that, Dean’s dragged back into the world that was moving along without him.

Every day is hard. Cas’s lack of presence is too prominent. Dean carries Cas’s jacket with him everywhere and still drinks himself to sleep. It doesn’t get easier, and it never will. Dean navigates the spinning sphere like he’s a beat off from everyone else; but, at least he’s moving.

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Hi<3 What do you think about libra sun trine aquarius neptune & pluto in 10H?

Hi! This is just my own interpretation of how these placements might manifest in life. I'll divide this up into parts and then look at it all together so take it with a grain of salt and let me know if any of it resonates with you! Also sorry for any typos!

Side note I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this I also apologize to the other people who have sent me asks as well. I will get to them I promise I'm just a little slow!

Libra Sun:

charming and social

indecisive

avoid confrontation

interest in society

Aquarius Neptune:

artistic and creative

independence is valued highly (not a fan of group work)

mind is always turning (potential to be scatter brained)

self-centered

humanitarian

Sun trine Neptune:

extremely imaginative

dreamy and likes things that give dreamy vibes (can avoid reality)

sensitive and caring

perceptive

artistically gifted (could be taken for granted)

Okay so how I think these placements would come together in someone's life would be someone who is social and caring, but sometimes isn't the biggest team player. I wont dive too much into Libra Sun because we all pretty much hear about our sun signs all the times. So Libra suns have the stereotype of being fake and people pleasers, but that's because they ultimately crave harmony so they might avoid confrontation to the point where it might rub others the wrong way and make others think they're not being genuine. And to an extent they're right but a libra sun might not necessarily have that intention they just really value fairness so they'll do anything to maintain that.

Now with Aquarius Neptune their minds are always turning. They are extremely creative and innovative. This doesn't necessarily mean that they are gonna be the most innovative people in the world (they can be though) but they are the people that think outside the box. Think of it this way they're the type that on a math exam solved the problem and got the correct answer, but didn't solve the problem the way the teacher taught. They view things from a different perspective. They're also the ones that would get angry when the teacher wouldn't give them full points for the question because they didn't solve it the way they were taught. They value independence and freedom not just physically, but mentally and emotionally (they might even value mental freedom more highly than the other two). They are not fans of when people try to contain or dismiss their thoughts. In all honesty one of their biggest pet peeves could potentially be when people try to change their opinions or guide their thoughts or even tell them their way of approaching things is wrong. Due to them also be out of the box thinkers they might not be the best in a group setting because they themselves understand perfectly what they want to do, but don't necessarily know how to explain their thought process to others because it's just inherent to them. This could cause some to be (or viewed by others as) a bit self-centered because they view their thoughts and ideas as the best.

Combine these two in a trine and you might get someone who is very social and extremely perceptive of their surroundings, but gets bored quickly (maybe even frustrated) with reality or mundane aspects of life. These people are extremely compassionate to the point where they want to believe everyone is like them which sadly isn't the case. Because of their great capacity for compassion and sensitivity they have very set in place morals that they abide by. These morals aren't necessarily extreme it could be as small as smile at one person every day or pick up a piece of trash. They have such a great imagination and an immense ability to be creative that they often are not the biggest fans of reality and would much rather live in scenarios they've created in their heads. Or this could also present itself as idealizing life too much and refusing to see anything bad. Think of the quote viewing the world through rose colored glasses. They can also be gifted in forms of artistic expression whether it be art, literature, music or anything that leans more to the creative mind. But this could potentially be taken for granted because it comes so naturally to them so they may not truly utilize it. If they don't have a means of channeling their artistic abilities they may begin to feel a bit defeated and might surrender their imagination and believe it best for all their creativity to stay in their minds where they may want to join them.

Pluto in 10th House:

a want for legacy and success

focused and determined

ambitious

obsessed with career/public image

power hungry (if poorly aspected)

When looking into Pluto in the 10th house the most common thing I kept running across was ambition, passion and focus. I feel like there is always a negative connotation whenever people talk about Pluto and where it lands in someone's chart which I think is a bit unfair. I mostly saw things talking about how this is a power hungry and manipulative placement, and these people could become obsessed with status and will do anything to get it, but many come to these conclusions based off those three traits I mentioned previously. Of course if you let your ambition and passion consume you or focus too much on one thing it can lead you down a dark path but that honestly happens with anything. Too much of anything isn't good. When you really look at it ambition, passion, and focus are some of the best traits to have as long as you don't let them control you.

So instead of looking at this aspect in a negative way I want to view it in a more positive light. This placement makes someone want to leave a lasting impression. They want to truly succeed in their life and show others that they can truly accomplish whatever they want. Because they are so focused and determined they are hard workers. Since they themselves know what they want and how important it is to achieve their goals they know they know the value of work and if they're putting that work they expect that from others. They are definitely not the ones to complain to about not accomplishing goals if you didn't go after them 110% because they will not understand you and you will get no sympathy from them (you might potentially irritate them). Of course there is a possibility for this placement to turn sour but remember that is a possibility with ANY placement.

Okay that's all for this one! Every time I try to keep my posts short and sweet it always backfires on me so sorry for another LONG post. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and i hope some part of it resonated with you even in the slightest. Again this is only a small part of a bigger picture so take it with a grain of salt!

Have a lovely day everyone!

- S 🤍

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The sound he makes sends a shiver down Oliver’s spine, heat pooling low in

his belly as he crowds Elio up against the brickwork. He’s so close he could count his freckles in the moonlight, trace the rough patch of stubble on his unshaven chin. It’s a moment suspended in time - a fantasy come to life - and the tightly bunched muscles of Oliver’s forearms are a testament to just how badly it affects him. 

Taking that final step he presses him against the wall, a low growl of want rumbling in his chest as he covers his mouth in a searing kiss. Elio gasps, meeting him with equal measure, and Oliver swallows down his smug laughter, reminding himself to breathe. He’s never considered himself the reckless type, but the phantom sighs of Elio’s pleasure ring in his ears as he grinds the evidence of his surrender over his thigh, and the ease with which he dismisses the drudgery wrapping up mere metres away settles in his gut in a manner that’s somewhat alarming.

“You did that on purpose,” he says, nipping at the blush-red lip that’s been tormenting him all throughout dinner.

Where Elio produced the lollipop from he had no idea, but Oliver has been sporting a semi for the better part of an hour as he curled his tongue around the candy, shooting him self-satisfied looks whenever he shifted in his seat.

“Who, me?” Elio asks, and if Oliver didn’t know better, he’d sound like innocence personified.

“Yes, you.” His nostrils flare at the artificial scent of peaches in the air between them. “And in front of your parents, no less.”

“Diabolique.”

“You little libertine.” Releasing Elio’s waist, Oliver circles his naval with a thumb before plucking at the loose waistband of his shorts. “Your mother’s not as blind as you might think,” he warns, and the little shit just shoots him a smirk.

“If only I’d warned you how little I know about the things that really matter.” Elio tips his chin up, chasing another kiss, but Oliver denies him as he moves his fingers downwards, almost, but not quite, touching the thin barrier that keeps him from his prize. “Non è giusto! You tease.”

“Takes one to know one,” Oliver says, dropping to his knees in the shadows of the bushes to skim his nose over the tented material, earning a quickly muffled groan.

He really shouldn’t be doing this, but Elio’s hard for him already, the thin cotton damp with his excitement, and there’s only so much a man can take.

“Toccami, per favore.” 

Oliver peers up, and the eyes staring back at him are blown wide. Black as the night that shrouds them. His whole body is singing, every nerve-ending alight. It’s a battle to keep his composure when Elio whimpers, dropping a hand to graze his index finger over Oliver’s bottom lip, and the longing contained within is what finally breaks him. 

“Touch you?” Oliver says, swiping his tongue over the digit that plays him with the same precision as any instrument. “I can’t stop touching you, you little siren.”

In the blink of an eye he tugs Elio’s shorts down to his knees, allowing gravity to do the rest as he leans in to nuzzle at the sweat-damp hair of his crotch. The musk of his arousal damn near floors him, and banding an arm around Elio’s waist he draws him nearer, dropping an almost chaste kiss to the beading tip of his erection.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Elio mumbles, grabbing at Oliver’s hair. “Do you hear me complaining?”

“Me? No,” Oliver replies, lapping at the sensitive head. “But someone will hear something if we’re not careful.” Pulling back, he drags his fingernails over the valley between hip bone and groin. “Think you can be quiet?”

Elio’s gaze darts in the direction of the unseen garden table, as if only now remembering where they are. “I don’t know.” 

“Try.” 

“Lo farò.” Elio nods frantically, then bites the inside of his cheek as Oliver takes him into his mouth. They’ve only tried this a few times, and Oliver has to suppress a sound of his own when Elio bucks forward, hitting the back of his throat. “Scusa! Sorry!” 

But Oliver isn’t complaining in the slightest. He thought he knew himself, yet with Elio by his side he’s discovering something revolutionary every day. He experiments, endlessly fascinated by the fullness, the stretch, the way his jaw starts to ache as he concentrates on keeping it wet and tight. He sucks in a lungful of air as he glances up, and Elio’s chest is heaving. He’s close, he can tell, so Oliver braces a palm over his abdomen when he feels him start to buckle.

“Easy,” he whispers, adjusting himself in his slacks, then gently fondles Elio’s balls as he bobs his head once again, taking in more and more with each return. 

Oliver wraps his hand around the base, and Elio hums in satisfaction when his lips eventually meet his knuckles. Swirling his tongue, he moves them both in tandem, adding a careful scrape of teeth as his fingers dart behind Elio’s sack, seeking his entrance. He’s still loose from their afternoon siesta, and it’s the work of a moment to slip two inside, a third joining them when Elio twitches against his tongue.

A drumbeat of nervous excitement thunders inside his head, and with a hasty warning Elio seems to swell even further in the split second before Oliver’s taste buds are flooded with flavour. He swallows quickly, keeping his movements steady to prolong Elio’s enjoyment, and it’s only the sound of distant conversation that stops him from crowing in triumph.

“Delicious,” he says, kneeling back with a wink, and Elio blinks down at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Prove it.” 

“Prove it?”

Elio doesn’t bother to explain, just urges him to his feet and hauls him into a determined kiss, chasing the taste of himself from Oliver’s mouth. Helpless, he answers back in kind, grasping a fistful of curls to angle Elio’s head, then grunting in surprise when an ankle hooks behind his knee, jerking him forward. His hardness is cradled at the apex of Elio’s thighs when he reaches down between them, and the sound of his zipper is too loud even over their panting breaths. 

“I want you.”

“You have me.”

“Inside,” Elio demands, easing him free of his underwear, and Oliver shudders as he strokes him in one smooth motion.

“We shouldn’t. Not here.” 

It’s a token protest at best, but Elio shakes his head in negation. “Yes, here,” he insists, nuzzling into his shoulder. “We’ve already wasted so much time.”

There’s something viciously honest in his tone, and Oliver frowns as the words penetrate the fog of his libido. “Not wasted,” he says, brushing a kiss to Elio’s cheek in reassurance. “We needed that time to figure out what we wanted.”

“I did,” Elio tells him defiantly. “I do.” Brows knit, he hops into the air, and Oliver catches him without thinking. “I know what I want, Americano. The question is, do you?”

“Elio...” He can hear voices further down the path, but even that isn’t enough to deter him as he positions his cock at his spit-slick rim. “Are you sure?” he asks, and when Elio squirms impatiently Oliver can only hope his t-shirt will offer enough protection as he sheathes himself inside him, causing his back to scrape against the wall.

There’s a groan against his throat, gentle suction over his Adam’s apple, and Oliver drops his forehead to Elio’s collarbone as he holds him in place, not thrusting, just rocking deeply.

How can he sound so certain when the future is anything but? Tomorrow is an abstract concept when all they have is here and now, yet here and now Oliver has never been happier, and he can’t bear for it to end. Maybe it’s because he’s beyond the scope of his family’s expectations, but he hasn’t felt this free in years. Yes, the sword of Damocles is poised above their heads, but Elio is in his arms, welcoming him into his body, holding him, kissing him, making his heart dance to a tune of his own, so maybe the reason is irrelevant. 

Maybe tomorrow can go fuck itself. 

“Oliver, please…” 

He can’t get close enough, and the muted whines in Oliver’s ear spur him into action, pistoning in and out as Elio’s flagging erection perks up in interest. He won’t last, but he’s determined to bring Elio off twice, and cradling his ass with one palm he uses the other to jerk him steadily, straddling the thin line between pleasure and overstimulation.

It’s both thrilling and terrifying, but filthy promises spur him onwards, and just as Oliver’s balls contract his fist is coated with Elio’s second release. Wildfire surges through his veins as he pushes in one last time, the rhythmic clenching around his cock causing him to see stars when he sinks to his knees, taking Elio with him.

Plato had the right of it, he decides, clutching him tight enough that not even Zeus could split them apart. Four arms, four legs, a head with dual faces? 

They are one.

Two halves of a whole. 

He loves him - even if he’s not yet brave enough to speak it - and as Oliver whispers his own name against Elio’s temple he defies the universe itself to even try and separate them again. 

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (23) || atz

“Yeosang-hyung!”

The scream that leaves your mouth is completely uncontrolled, the breath in your lungs had simply forced their way to your mouth, where your tongue had formed the words, and his name had torn itself from your lips.

“Yeosang-hyung!”

For an infinite second, everything fades into the background. The screams, the fighting still going on in the background, the clash of swords, nothing matters except the man lying quiet and still at your feet. You can’t move.

Blood pools on the ground, bright crimson soaking into the wood of the deck. Yeosang’s body is unmoving, bloody and broken and momentarily, a maelstrom of complete terror crashes through you, wiping every thought and sensation from your mind except for a single sentence.

He’s dead.

You sink to your knees in absolute shock, watching as the deep red of his life blood oozes from his wound, staining his brown shirt almost inky black, crawling over his back like a curse mark. Your heart stops with every gush of blood from his wounds.

He’d saved you.

Your fingers curl around the sleeve of his shirt, your forehead pressed against his shoulder blade.

He had protected you with his body.

You feel your body shaking erratically with every heaving breath you take.

He’d sacrificed his life for yours.

Your throat hurts, raw and stinging. You’re confused for a moment, until you realise that you’re screaming, again and again into his shoulder.

“I hate you.”

Those had been the last words you’d said to him. The last thing you had done to him was hurt him, wound him beyond your comprehension, and yet, he had still chosen to save you.

Something warm mixes with the tears on your cheeks as a heart wrenching scream of pain tears itself from your mouth. It caresses your face, a soft, gentle puff of air.

“Don’t cry…”

The voice is painfully similar to Yeosang’s and you immediately understand how Seonghwa must be going insane from the voices of his dead family in his ears, the two words have the complete opposite of their intended effect, and the second you hear his voice in your head, you’re sobbing uncontrollably, tears soaking into his shoulder.

Even in death, his warmth is a comfort, just like when he was alive.

“Look at me…”

You shake your head desperately, wailing as you squeeze your eyes shut tighter, past the tears, past the blood. Guilt wraps itself around your throat, forcing out every breath of air from your lungs in the form of hopeless cries that rent the air around it to shards. You feel as if someone has physically dug their fingers into your chest, slowly crushing your heart, and the pain is all to real.

Thump, thump, thump.

“Please… Chin Hae… Look at me…”

You finally submit to his plea, bowing over him as tears stream down your cheeks. Please, please, please, just make his voice stop.

“Chin Hae…”

Your heart screeches to a halt as you stare unblinkingly at his face, uncomprehending.

He’s smiling so softly at you, blood smeared across his cheek and lips, but his cloudy, somewhat glazed eyes are gazing unwavering into yours, as if he doesn’t want to let them go. And even bloodstained, bruised, and sickly pale from the loss of blood, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen all your life.

“Yeosang!” Someone rushes to Yeosang’s side, but you barely notice. You’re too busy studying every feature on Yeosang’s face, from the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes, the gentle slope of his nose, the softness of his cheeks, the blood splattered birthmark nestled right beneath his eye.

He’s breathing.

He’s here with you.

And he’s alive.

“Choi Chin Hae!” Someone smacks you across the face and you’re finally broken out of your reverie to look at the person calling your name, it’s your master, and he looks furious with you. “Your patient is dying! Snap out of it!”

Terror and determination swarms through you as you snap back to reality, eyes narrowing and you force yourself to maintain some facade of calm. Right, right, right. You need to get your shit together, or else Yeosang will bleed out and die in a matter of minutes and it’ll be all your fault.

Focus!

You and San spring into work like the cogs of a well oiled machine, moving to tend to the different gunshots. You take the one closer to his shoulder blade, the musket ball having torn clean through the flesh of his shoulder but missing his carotid artery, blood is seeping from the wound and not pumping from it, no major artery must have been hit.

You desperately want to thank every god you know for this, but you have no time at the moment. Every fibre of your being is concentrated on saving Yeosang’s life, and you move like a man possessed, reaching and preparing alcohol compresses, trying to stem the blood flow.

Every bandage is soaked red.

Yeosang watches you work quietly, eyes still clouded over with pain and blood loss, the occasional whimper escaping him as you and San try to stop his bleeding. His skin is starting to fall in temperature, becoming cold and clammy, and when you take his pulse for the third time, the beat fluttering weakly like a caged bird under your fingertips, it’s much too rapid for someone bleeding out on the ground.

Terror grips at you.

You’re losing him.

“Chin Hae…” Fingers reach for yours and you take them desperately, squeezing back. His eyes trail your face and his lips move soundlessly, as if trying to say something to you. You tilt your head so his mouth is right at your ear, eyes mere inches from each other.

“Yeah?” A sob leaves your mouth, but you try to keep your voice steady. Yeosang stares at you, eyes never leaving yours, but he doesn’t seem to be able to see you anymore, gazing blankly at the same spot the whole time. The hand around your heart squeezes a little harder and you find it hard to breathe.

“I’m sorry…” He whispers, and suddenly you want to scream and cry at the same time because of this stupidly selfless man, who even almost at his deathbed is still apologizing to you, thinking that you’re still upset with him. His voice is nothing above a weak breath. “I’m deeply sorry that I betrayed your trust like that…”

You shake your head furiously, fresh tears streaming from your eyes. “I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you. It was my fault. I should have tried to understand you, tried to-”

“If I don’t make it…” He rasps quietly, and to your horror, you feel the grip on your fingers weakening. His eyes are starting to fade, the soft, deep brown closing. “Beneath my bed… In captain’s cabin… there is…”

Then his fingers lose their grip on yours, falling to the ground with a thud.

The sound reverberates in your ears like a gunshot.

Sheer, undiluted panic and forced calm rage a war in your mind. You firmly shove the part of your brain that is screaming in circles in your mid and shove it into the bilge basement, your trembling fingers reaching for his neck.

For a second, cold creeps over you when you feel nothing under your fingertips. Just as you’re about to scream and tear yourself to pieces, there’s a weak flutter.

Joy bursts in you, but you have no time to celebrate.

“He’s going into shock. We’re losing him.” The words sound foreign on your tongue as you turn to your master, fear etched in every line on your face. San continues pressing on his two musket wounds, one with the lead shot still embedded inside for fear of causing more bleeding, but you can see his mind furiously searching for a solution to save his friend.

Then he looks at you seriously, straight in the eye. “Get me a long stick.”

Your heart drops in your chest as you realise what he intends to do. “Master, that’s not safe-”

“I said,” San repeats very slowly, as if you didn’t hear him the first time, “get me a long stick.”

His voice is a command. You can’t refuse it.

Leaping to your feet, you search the area around you desperately. The fight is everywhere, but the pirates are forcing the soldiers to surrender their weapons… or die. You spot a wooden spear clattering to the ground as a soldier falls to his knees, blood gushing from his eye, but you have no time to care about him. You grab the weapon and rush back to your master, whose eyes are closed in concentration.

“Master?” You ask, kneeling beside him, the spear in your hands. The two of you have practiced this drill so many times, but you would have never thought you would ever do one of such magnitude in your lifetime.

“When his breathing returns to normal, stop me immediately.” San instructs you quietly, and without waiting for you to reply, he reaches forward and places his hands on Yeosang’s back.

Panic swallows you for a moment. Your master is walking a tightrope as fine as a sewing thread, with his very life dangling in the balance. What San is attempting to perform is a limited energy transfer, in which he connects the energies between his and Yeosang’s bodies, allowing his own energy to flow into Yeosang’s and heal his most dire of wounds.

But that isn’t the dangerous part.

With the state Yeosang’s body is in, Yeosang will unconsciously struggle to take every bit of San’s energy as possible to heal himself, even if he doesn’t want to do such a thing. Your master’s reserve store of energy will run out, and Yeosang will tap into San’s life source itself, essentially draining the healer of every bit of life.

In the best case scenario, your master will be in a catatonic state for the rest of his life.

In the worst case scenario, his body will be reduced to a pile of smoking ashes.

As your master is more experienced with controlling the flow of his energy to Yeosang’s, he’s going to be the one doing the operation. It’s your job to end it before your master is permanently damaged.

Fear lodges in your belly as you feel the weight of your responsibility settling on your shoulders.

You watch with bated breath as San inhales deeply, keeping his breathing in control as he searches for Yeosang’s soul, reaching for his. You can’t see this happening, but you know in theory what is going on, and it scares you that you may lose both your master and Yeosang in this attempt.

Suddenly, San’s eyes snap open. He looks straight ahead blankly, barely seeming to notice you, his gaze completely focused on Yeosang. You watch the bleeding with desperate intent, willing with all your mind for the flow of blood to slow, for him to breathe steadily once again, the prayer echoing over and over in your head like a mantra.

Please. Please. Please.

Whether it’s been seconds or an infinity, you don’t know, but you finally see the stream of crimson turn into a gentle flow, then it merely seeps from his wounds, and his chest starts to rise and fall once more.

An indescribable joy wells up in you, it blooms in your chest like a sunflower, relief tugging at you.

You turn to tell your master, but then you see San’s face pale and drawn, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. His breathing is hard and uneven, and to your horror, his eyes are glazed over with exhaustion.

There isn’t a second to spare.

Using the wooden spear, you knock your master’s hands away from Yeosang’s body and San slumps to the ground, heaving for air. He blinks blankly at you, as if completely disconnected from the world, but he’s alive, Yeosang is alive, the crew is safe and well.

That’s all that matters to you.

“You did it, master!” You sniff, wiping the tears from your eyes as you tell your master of his feat. “You saved Yeosang-hyung.”

But San’s grim words strip every bit of relief you feel.

“Only for now.”

[chunhua-s]

congrats on your milestone event!!! id like to request for kita soulmate!au with angst to fluff genre 👉👈 yknow sumn rejection shit bcs im hopeless like that wehee once again congrats! and i love your writing style :3

anon you’re gonna make me cry 🥺 seriously i’m happy you enjoy my writing and that you think my style’s okay! most of the time i go off of what kind of feelings i get when i’m writing or the imagery that comes up in my head and i’m never sure that it translates well enough for you guys to feel or see the same thing. hopefully as i keep writing then i’ll be able to show you guys what’s on my mind better when i’m writing! thank you again for requesting — seriously, it means a lot! and like always, you guys, don’t be afraid to come and talk to me on and off anon! your interactions mean a lot, especially for content creators! we love hearing what you all think, what you like/dislike about our work, what you think of certain characters — absolutely anything! come and talk with us more whenever you can 💕

writing for kita feels calming somehow. normally the things that come up in my chest or my mind when i write gets nearly overwhelming if that makes sense? like i’ll have to pause and remind myself to breathe because it takes up so much of my attention that i kinda get lost, but with kita, it feels more flowey to me. it’s not demanding but more like a gentle coaxing kind of thing or like looking at the surface of a calm river. i was initially scared to write for him because i was worried i wouldn’t get him right, but i feel satisfied with how this turned out, i think. i hope you guys will find it as calming as i found it too! it might not be exactly what you wanted, but because i had already written the rejection of a person for atsumu’s soulmate oneshot, i wanted to play around with kita’s character and make it instead the rejection of a concept/idea? which would indirectly lead to him... you know, rejecting his soulmate initially, but— ahhhhhh it might make sense to just read it!! these rambles keep getting longer and longer :v i’m sorry for that!! please go ahead and read and tell me what you think in the end! 💕

NOTNING MORE THAN HUMAN ➽ KITA SHINSUKE x READER

genre: angst to fluff

au: soulmate

warnings: none

shinsuke kita is human.

and of course, that much is obvious. he isn’t a machine that’s incapable of feelings and emotions, whose heart is unfamiliar with melodies of an overwhelming joy, or the quiet hymns of deep rooted sadness. his skin still burns under righteous fury and anger, his tongue still weighs heavy under hesitance and silent worries. at the end of every long day, he’s still human.

it’s because he’s human that the words on his collarbone feel so heavy, as if they might cave into the bone and destroy him under their weight. it’s because he’s human that the sight of black markings in the mirror clouds his mind with a new kind of fear and worry. shinsuke kita is human, but he’s long since taught himself how to abandon anxiety and nervousness. he surrounds himself in familiar routines that calm the turbulent voices of doubt, he builds habits that ground him to the earth lest he should be swept away by the current. shinsuke has taught himself not to be afraid for the things that will happen everyday, but meeting his soulmate isn’t one of those things he can prepare for.

it’s a strange concept, he considers to himself. shinsuke doesn’t believe in words like fate or destiny, doesn’t care for the higher powers that should judge his actions. as far as he’s concerned, his own will is what dictates where his life goes — he’s in control, and that’s how it’s always been for him. let the gods watch, if they must, but he’s already decided that he’ll live by what is right, and he wouldn’t dare falter in the face of it. and yet — and it’s such a strange thing for him to do so — he pauses under the notion of a soulmate, of a destined partner who’s supposedly bound to him for as long as he should live. at first, he hadn’t given the idea much thought; it wouldn’t serve any purpose to worry about something that would happen whether or not he wants it, he decided. the truth of it is inevitable, just as the leaves must fall in autumn and the earth should be buried under clouds of white in winter. shinsuke is human — what more can he do but to accept it?

the black words that spread across his skin like droplets of ink became the bitter seeds of doubt that he hadn’t felt in a long time. it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it? the sentence by itself is so bland, like something maybe aran or anyone else might say to him in passing, and at first, it didn’t shake him too much, until he was caught one day under a sudden summer storm. seventeen year old kita somehow found himself stranded beneath a small shelter, where the wooden covering could protect him more than his umbrella until the rain passed. it was nearly unconscious, but he somehow found himself on edge, his breath faltered with the harsh pitter patter of rainfall that tumbled from green leaves and tore ripples from the surface of the lake. shinsuke kita found himself with a stomach full of butterflies and a thundering heartbeat that stole him away from solace and calm, cast the peace that he would so often carry with him away and left him stranded among chopping waves. every trembling breath he took stung on cold air and left him with a burning feeling on his lungs. it’s unfamiliar in its presence and shakes him to his core, but shinsuke kita is reminded of his own humanity when he realizes that what he feels, is anticipation and nervousness.

and it’s an odd thing. as he becomes aware of it, he finds himself twisting his fingers together during spring time; he worries his bottom lip between his teeth during unexpected showers. he feels like a child who stands in line to ride a roller coaster for the first time in his life — wide-eyed and drowning in the millions of feelings that race throughout his body. the feeling itself is nothing new, though it’s unfamiliar and intense in its ferocity and demand, seizes his heart and squeezes so tightly that whenever it rains, he’s left breathless.

it’s almost enough to drive him mad.

his very foundation seems to fall apart with the thunder that rolls across grey skies. for every drop of rain that hits the pavement, he finds himself a jittery mess as his heartbeat tears through his chest. the man who taught himself to abandon his fears reverts into the young boy who watched out for god, for the higher beings who watched his every move. and the thought that comes with every brilliant bolt of lightning burns him just as hotly, invasive and demanding when it flashes through his mind on a single, low whisper:

will you be happy?

shinsuke kita is human. he learns as he sees and lives as he’s learned, and what he saw growing up was that soulmates were bounded together till death do them part. a connection that’s set deep in stone, never to be erased by unforgiving weather and to persevere during the cruelest of storms. it’s an inevitable reality that the gods designed, so that mortals like himself should dance on stage and tell them a story. but shinsuke knows that not all these stories have a happy ending.

there are plays that end in tragedy and loss, those that only knew memories of pain and sang with death’s violin. man becomes the actor to a play that he has no choice in and dances on the puppet master’s strings, he surrenders control and gives himself up to the music, and he has no way of knowing the end of it until the curtains should fall. shinsuke has never been one to lay down his will, and yet, as winter melts once more into gray rain clouds and scattered showers, he’s reminded of his mortality, of the fate that’s been sealed away in the falling of rain. shinsuke kita is human, and so he must, like all men do, bend to fate’s will and never utter a word against her.

and for a long time, the sentiment caused him to completely reject the idea of a soulmate.

that feeling of helplessness that would wash over him with the rain turned into a bitterness that crushed his lungs between tightened fist. the acceptance of an inevitable waltz — whether it be to eternal happiness or to a cruel melody — turned into rebellious loathing that spat in the face of destiny. it’s entirely childish in its tale, like a toddler throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to give up his precious toy. that toy is his control, the power he had to live his life by his truth, not by that of a higher being. he’s human, after all, and humans are selfish and resentful by nature.

he finds himself with a heavy chest today, as well, as he waits for the pouring rain to subside. the small shelter in the middle of the garden park is familiar, and carries with it the memories of his epiphany, the one that created thunder storms in his once tranquil heart, and for that, he hates this place. the sound of the rain hitting the roof is like nails scratching against the chalkboard; the sound of droplets hitting the lake like an annoying whining that he can’t get out of his head. shinsuke curses this little pocket away from the world with all the childish anger in the world — let it be damned that doing so wouldn’t change anything. for once, he let himself go on a petty grudge against the universe, and against that looming stage and its heavy curtains.

it’s nearly faint, but he picks up on the patter-patter of footfalls that quickly approach him, and he turns bronze coloured eyes to find your rain-drenched figure running for shelter under the little gazebo. you’re out of breath by the time you make it underneath, letting out an exhausted and frustrated sigh as you press your hands to your knees, and shinsuke finds himself sympathizing with the way you bitterly push your hair from your face. you’re an ordinary office worker, from what he can see; you’ve hidden what looks to be a messenger back beneath your coat, leaving you to tremble in a thin button-up. this day’s downpour had been sudden, unexpected as spring would soon surrender to the approaching summer, and he imagines that he would have been in a similar position as yourself had he not packed his umbrella beforehand.

a silence settles over the both of you that’s only broken by the heavy rain, but the presence of it is so soothing that shinsuke finds himself breathing on a lighter air. suddenly the smell of petrichor turns sweeter, the melody of raindrops melting into a distant lullaby, and for the first time, shinsuke feels his heart melt under an indescribable sense of warmth despite the weather. and when your eyes turn to find his, a helpless grin on your lips, he feels that warmth explode under summer fireworks and coarse throhgh his veins like liquid lightning.

“it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it?”

for the second time in his life, shinsuke has an epiphany under the shelter in the garden.

he feels every bit of resentment vanish on a sudden gust of wind, one that sends raindrops splashing against his skin, but he doesn’t seem to notice. not when grey clouds suddenly reveal to him pillars of sunlight that embrace your figure and makes you glow against a background of green leaves. the rain turns into something sweet and enticing, and it suddenly gives shinsuke this unexplainable urge to grab your hand and dance with you underneath the pouring showers, where he can hear your voice ring out on chimes of laughter and innocent bliss. in mere seconds, he manages to let go of the dark clouds that he’d unintentionally harboured on his chest, he let them burst with the weight of anger and childish fury so that they would hit the earth on giant droplets of rain.

shinsuke kita is human — he’s imperfect, mortal. he feels and he thinks and he speaks what’s on his mind. he can hate, and he can love: he can make that decision on whether or not to hold useless grudges and to curse a destiny he can’t change, or to welcome that inevitability with the willingness to learn and grow.

today, as he stands beneath a wooden shelter, hiding from the heavy rains, he decides to stretch his hand out and let the water hit his skin.

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Imagine you woke up Seulgi with sex.

a little something for @ggidolsmuts

“Baby, can you take care of Seulgi? It seems she’s been pretty stressed lately. I would do so but you know I have a business trip for work.”

“Oh sure, noona. How long are you going to be gone?”

“Just a few days. Why? Are you going to miss mommy that much?”

“Do I even have to answer?”

“Awh, I’ll miss you too baby. Have fun with Seulgi while I’m gone! I love you.” Bae Joohyun said, giving you one last kiss as she left your shared apartment.

Twenty four hours later, that was how you saw Seulgi sleeping peacefully beside you on you and Joohyun’s bed. She was fast asleep, one of her legs in between yours as her head was resting on your chest with one arm wrapped around you. You felt her peaceful breaths coming out of her nose.

The morning sun lit up the entire room, the white walls of your bedroom making everything a bit brighter than it had to be. You lightly rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms, trying your best not to wake up the beautiful woman beside you. Luckily, you noticed her smack her lips slightly before readjusting herself on your chest. You smiled, Joohyun told you Seulgi was given the nickname of bear by their friend group and it’s easy to see why.

Unfortunately, a throbbing erection was not a good start to the day. Normally, Joohyun would’ve taken care of it by now. You thought about masturbating in the bathroom, but knew it wasn’t the same as a woman’s mouth or pussy. Suddenly, an idea crossed your mind. You look down at your cock poking through your boxers and the sleeping woman next to you. Seulgi asked if she could sleep with you since she was lonely and didn’t like being alone.

Joohyun did tell you to take care of Seulgi since she has been stressed lately. And although she didn’t say it directly, you knew she meant sexually as well. You gently remove Seulgi’s head from your body and watch as she clings onto the pillow below. As you pull down your boxer briefs and toss them across the room, you feel your erection thanking you for finally freeing it from its cloth prison. It was painfully hard, precum beginning to bead on your tip.

You make a fist and place your head on it, observing Seulgi’s sleeping body. As you gently remove the blanket aside, you plant your knees on either side of her waist. Seulgi’s hair flowed naturally down her body, forcing you to push it aside from her chest. Her lingerie top showed the tiniest bit of cleavage. She and Joohyun weren’t busty by any means, but they had enough for you to enjoy playing with. You nibble on her exposed skin, causing Seulgi to let out the softest moans you’ve ever heard.

The silky camisole she is wearing entices you as you carefully lift it up. You lick your lips in anticipation, seeing Seulgi’s toned body below you. You reach down and gently massage her breasts. They are extremely soft and warm to the touch. You feel goosebumps form on her exposed skin as your cold hands roam through them. Once your thumbs glaze across her pretty pink nipples, you gently squeeze them between two fingers.

“Oooh.” You hear Seulgi softly let out. You freeze, scared she may have woken up. But as you feel her wiggle around before remaining still, you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Your body is so nice, Seulgi.” you softly whisper as you fondle her breasts once more.

The warmth of Seulgi’s inviting body is too much for you to handle. You grab the base of your cock and slowly part her pussy lips with your tip. Teasing her by poking it inside several times, you decided it was time to finally enter her. You watch your cock enter Seulgi’s warm pussy. She was extremely tight, her muscles clamping onto your cock as you savored the overwhelming feeling you were experiencing.

“Oh, fuck. That feels good.” you said, closing your eyes in ecstasy.

Your hands massage Seulgi’s breasts as you sink more and more of yourself into her. Seulgi’s juices immediately coated your cock, making you wonder why Joohyun never asked you to fuck her friend sooner. With your eyes still closed, you throw your head slightly back and begin thrusting inside Seulgi. You didn’t want to wake her, but your body acted on its own accord, pushing your cock deeper inside her. The only thing you were focused on was cumming inside her. You knew Joohyun would secretly be turned on if she was in the room watching.

“Oooh… what?” she muttered, her voice still sleepy but at the same time aroused.

“Wait, what are you doing? Oh fuck, that feels good.”

Seulgi wanted to move slightly, but you deny her by holding her thighs in place. Seulgi closed her eyes once more as she bit her lower lip.

“Fuck! Fuck me harder!” she yelled.

You eventually establish a rhythm, watching Seulgi’s body rock back and forth thanks to your thrusts.

“You’re so tight, Seulgi.” you said softly, slapping her breasts. This causes Seulgi to moan loudly.

You thrust into her several more times before flipping her over so that she is now on her stomach. You raise her butt slightly before spearing her once more with your erect cock. Seulgi buries her face into the pillow as she cries out your name. You hear her gasp as you fill her completely.

“You’re… fully inside me.” Seulgi moaned.

You tease her by giving several soft thrusts before withdrawing your cock until only the tip was inside her. 

“This is going to feel so good… for both of us.” you whispered to her before shoving yourself fully into her once more. You raise Seulgi’s body slight in order to squeeze her breasts, fondling them before using them as support while you fuck her.

Seulgi’s body has now adjusted itself to your cock, causing her breaths to become shallow.

“You’re so wet, Seulgi.”

She doesn’t reply, wanting to bury her face onto the mattress from the pleasure she was receiving. It courses through her veins as she breathes deeply and allows herself to absorb all the dirty thoughts and physical sensations she repressed because she knew you and Joohyun are engaged. She moans out whenever you release her breasts from your hands, slightly frustrated that you did so. The anger is soon replaced with ecstasy as she feels you rubbing two fingers on her folds. Your thrusts into Seulgi are not fast or rough, but they maintain a healthy rhythm as Seulgi closes her eyes and continues to moan.

“Joohyun noona said you’ve been stressed lately. I can feel it, your body is so tense.” you say in between thrusts.

“Y-Yeah, I have. Oh my god…” she moaned in reply.

Seulgi grabs onto the bed sheets as you begin to fuck her harder. Her vagina is wrapped tightly around your cock, feeling every inch of you as you enter and exit her hot sex.

“Oh fuck…” Seulgi moaned loudly, making no effort to hide how aroused she is. Your fingers trace her inner thighs as she feels you spread her legs even wider to make her feel comfortable.

“Why does this feel so good? Fuck, you’re making me feel so good…” she said.

Seulgi feels her orgasm building up inside her, causing her to gradually increase the volume of her screams.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, I’m going to cum…” She managed to say in between loud moans and heavy panting. She shakes her head, not sure how this could feel even better than she imagined.

“Cum for me, baby…” you whispered into her ear. You plant kisses on her back and the back of her neck as the both of you listen to the squelching sounds of your wet bodies colliding as you fuck each other and form a perfect unison.

“Please… this feels so good!” Seulgi whined, almost begging you for more.

Your cock is fully inside Seulgi, her cute bottom hitting your lower body. Her pussy has fully engulfed your cock, the both of you feeling her walls contracting completely around you. Seulgi’s orgasm is fast approaching, built up over a dry spell that lasted several weeks.

“Are you going to cum inside me? I’d really like that. I want you to cum inside me. Cum in me like you do to Joohyun unnie.” she said quietly.

Seulgi’s eyes close once more as her body surrenders to the pure ecstasy she is feeling.

She can see stars behind her closed eyes as her orgasm hits her body immediately. You were so deep inside Seulgi, her whole body trembles in pleasure. The moment it arrives, Seulgi cannot do anything else but scream out your name over and over as she came.

“Oh fuck!”

All Seulgi can focus on is how good of a sensation is coming out from between her legs. She cries out in pure pleasure as her orgasm continues. You continue fucking Seulgi through it, causing her to continue letting out loud moans.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming again. I’m cumming!” She screamed, a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief in her voice as she was surprised how quickly her second orgasm arrived.

Your hips move faster inside her, her pussy juices liberally lubricating your cock. Your hands dig into the skin of her soft butt cheeks as you fuck Seulgi with all of your depleting energy. Seulgi could do nothing but scream loudly for you to fuck her harder. The pleasure is so intense that it almost hurts both of you. She struggles to breathe from your rough thrusts.

“Fuck… Seulgi! You’re still so tight. I’m about to cum… keep pushing your ass against me, babygirl. Fuck!” your moans almost as loud as hers. Your breathing has become shallow as your thrusts deepen while beginning to slow down.

Seulgi moans in response as she does her best to recover from her intense orgasms.

“Don’t you dare pull out.” She weakly said.

Your breaths become heavier, as your cock pushes deeper inside her. Your orgasm was fast approaching.

“Fuck!” Seulgi moaned. “Fuck me deeper!” Her eyes begin to open, biting her lower lip as she pleads for you to roughly pound her. She closes her eyes again as any thought she was currently thinking is replaced with the sensation of you slamming deep inside her.

“No, don’t pull out please…” she whimpered as she felt you backing away and slowly withdrawing your cock from her freshly fucked pussy.

You grab her shoulders and hold her in your embrace. Seulgi cries out softly as your arms wrap around her body, kissing her collarbone. Her knees and legs feel like jelly at this point.

“Kang Seulgi.” You said, grabbing Seulgi’s attention as her eyes find yours. She realized you wanted her to see you as you came inside her.

“Wrap your arms around me.” You say to her, watching Seulgi’s body moving in slow motion. She closes her eyes, her body on your lap as your bodies are now united. You press your chest against Seulgi’s head as her arms are wrapped tightly on your back and her long legs on your waist. She feels so full, happy that Joohyun allowed you to pleasure her. The tip of your cock is rubbing against all the right spots inside her, causing Seulgi to moan.

“Cum inside me, please.” she begs as you begin to bounce her toned body up and down. Her words make her even more wet, as her pussy welcomes every inch and every motion you are giving her. Her body twitches as her walls tighten around your cock.

“Fuck!” that was the only semblance of a warning you can give her as your orgasm arrives. The fast speed at which you were thrusting inside her comes to a sudden halt as you throw your head back and fill her pussy completely once more.

Seulgi moans in ecstasy as she feels your hot, thick cum fill her up.

“Oh fuck…” she purrs in satisfaction, her eyes rolling back as she feels your cock throb as it releases a never ending flow of thick, creamy white cum inside her body. Your orgasm triggers her third one of the morning, specifically when you lowered her body all the way down to your base. The feeling of being filled to the brim caused Seulgi to see stars exploding inside her closed eyes once more. Her pussy walls tighten around your cock as the feeling of finally having sex and having you cum inside her completely consumes her.

“You feel so good, Seulgi.” she heard you say.

Both of you are completely drenched in sweat. You open your eyes and see drool coming out of Seulgi’s mouth, dripping onto her neck and chest. Both of you feel her flushed thighs that were slowly being covered in your mixed juices as it leaks out of her pussy.

“Holy fuck, that felt amazing.” Seulgi said as she panted, struggling to catch her breath. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you down as she captures your lips. They were passionate and tender. You both managed to open your eyes, causing you both to smile in between kisses. You look at Seulgi, seeing her eyes and face having a completely satisfied expression.

“Why don’t we… shower… and continue this.” She said to you in between kisses.

“You know… Joohyun noona’s going to be gone for a week.” you said, massaging her breasts gently.

“Ah - I know. Which is why I’m going to make the most of it and drain your balls until there’s nothing left.”

You smiled, feeling Seulgi wrap her legs around your waist and her arms on your neck as you gently pick her up and bring you both to the bathroom. Seulgi was happy, especially since you still haven’t pulled out of her. She made a mental note to record your sessions after the shower. Joohyun made it well known to her friends watching herself get fucked by her boyfriend made her extremely wet. Seulgi giggled internally at the thought of what Joohyun’s reaction would be to watching her fiance fuck her best friend.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine running into an old friend of yours while out on a bar with Dean. Only problem being how flirty your old friend is and how much that pisses Dean off.

“No but sometimes men can be hella oblivious and don't tell me you don't get it again Sam because-” you tilted your head in Dean's direction who for the most part of the conversation has not been paying much attention to you or taking part actively in the conversation “Living proof. You and I both know it.” you said and he sighed in defeat so you kept going “And just what more does a woman have to do? Cause I tell you I'm running out of ideas.”

Your words or the look on your face earned a soft chuckle from Sam “I'll tell you I don't really know but I know this much: Certainly a lot more than with any other normal man. This is a complicated case.”

“You tell me.” you scoffed, shaking your head because if Dean wasn't the most oblivious man – for all of his experience in flirting it was seriously starting to get on your nerves how he couldn't get a hint – in the whole world then he was certainly doing this on purpose; which seemed less bad on second though ���Speaking of which- Hey!” you snapped our fingers in front of Dean's face “Are you here with us or is the waitress too cute for you to pay some attention to your friend and brother? Thought we were out to celebrate a successful hunt together and not look for your next lay with what can only be described as a sample of a dress.”

“Hardly noticed.” he muttered and you and Sam shared a look “Yours on the other hand is drawing all the attention tonight apparently.” his eyes narrowed for a brief moment but you didn't have the time to follow his line of sight because he looked right back at you in that instant “See, I told you not to wear this one!”

“Are you kidding me?” you scoffed in disbelief, barely holding yourself back from yelling in that moment “You were the one who bought this dress for my birthday.”

“A gift because you'd complained about how every dress you had was ruined because of some hunt. I thought of being nice of... you know, altruistic reasons and-” he paused and shot his brother a hard glare when Sam raised an eyebrow at him that he realized wasn't just because of the word itself but because the completely opposite thing he meant because he had never been more selfish than when he had bought that dress for you and Sam was calling him out on it. Alright, yes he had been selfish, but the thought of the sight of you in that dress had been too hard to resist and once he'd seen it on you it was even harder to stop from staring – hense the blackmailing info now Sam held over him.

“That's- that's different. Doesn't mean I-” he started mumbling but you weren't having any of it.

“You were the one who said I looked good, you said it Dean. And you were the one who insisted on me wearing this more often!”

“Well, I didn't necessarily mean tonight or in a bar.” he tried to defend himself.

“Then when? When I hunt down vamps or ghosts? And if I remember correctly your words had been somewhere along the lines of 'Heck, sweetheart, don't ever take this off, will ya?' and you said something about 'With an exception.' which I still don't get what-”

“His bedroom.” Sam mumbled with a smirk and you frowned at him “The exception. Only there you wouldn't wear anything I'm assuming, not only just the... dress.” Sam started out with confidence but when he saw the look his brother was giving him he nearly trailed off, before in the end he just cleared his throat “Which is of course only an assumption. A... false one. Completely irrelevant to reality assumption.”

Your lips parted, mostly in confusion before you blinked and glanced at the younger Winchester and with a shot glance at his drink said “Was there something inside that thing? Nevermind.” you shook your head, eyes and all of your attentionback on Dean “You- What's wrong with you? You got me this dress, you were all smiles and now you have a problem with this? What the hell happened all of a sudden?!”

“Can I guess?” Sam asked with a smirk but before he had the chance to say anything else Dean nearly barked a gruff “No” at him. Sam raised his hands in surrender and looked away from his brother only to glance at his drink.

“Then I'll be the one to take a guess and let's hope it's my lucky one.” this time the voice that spoke up didn't belong to any of the ones you were used to hearing for the past hour, if not for the past couple years, that you couldn't fight the way your breath got caught in your throat.

“Wha-” Dean blinked, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“My guess is you hadn't expected there'd be so many guys in this bar who would take instant notice on your girl, especially in that dress which by the way looks great on you sweetheart and it would be a shame for you not to know just how much.” he winked at you and it did nothing to help Dean's growing annoyance but it did certainly make you smile and maybe even bite your lower lip to keep yourself from smiling even wider.

“Who are-”

But even the few words Dean had the time to utter were completely ignored and the man continued “Sadly for you, though, bub-” he looked back at said hunter “You aren't the only one to admire that view anymore. And that pisses the hell out of you. No more than it does to know that a guy like me was the first one to take instant notice and give her the attention you have clearly been failing too. She said it, didn't she? I'd add miserably but she's obviously being nice to you.”

“What the hell do you even think you're do-”

“Her words, theoretically, not mine.” the gruff man only kept going as if he hadn't even heard Dean or was doing a perfect job at ignoring him “We both heard it. Even if you have a bit of a problem with accepting the fact that you can't keep your girl satisfied, it's true. Don't look so butthurt that I am here repeating it for ya. You know, I could point out how she also seems much more happy now that I'm here and it would make us both wonder just how fast I could have her getting up from her seat and leaving with me but- No, wait, I think I already know the answer and you seem like a smart fella too. It would be real damn fast, especially given how you have barely given her a glance the whole time you're here.”

“Hey, that's none of your fucking business, got it?” this time Dean managed to say a full sentence but despite the gruffness of his voice and the angry look on his face that would have easily scared the most dangerous demon of hell, the man himself didn't even blink “And what the hell do you even think you're doing here? That seat clearly ain't yours. Don't remember inviting you over. Hell, I don't even know who the fuck you are, so you have no business here.”

“No. No you didn't. And yet here I am. Maybe if you had been giving your girl the right kind of care then there would be no need for me to hurt your feelings but-”

“Alright, that's it. I've had en-” Dean stopped only for a brief moment mid-sentence to glance at you only to narrow his eyes at the smile you were trying to fight and turn back to the man with a hard glare. His back straightened and his jaw clenched as he looked back at your new companion “Time you go. And you better do it yourself before I give you a hand.”

“Oh I'd like to see you try, bub.”

“Ok that's it. You're-” Dean's actions were fast as he he was either about to punch him or draw a gun -neither of which would have had really any effect - but didn't have the chance to do so when he found his hand stuck. He struggled only for a second before he looked down and noticed the three long metal claws pinning his hand down through his sleeve.

“Yes, I think you won't. Oh and-” he smirked, leaning forward in his seat “I'm the Wolverine.”

“You were sure the minute of silence that followed felt like an eternity but at the same time it was so short and before you could realize it you were speaking up.”

“You really wanted to say that didn't you, Logan?” you raised an eyebrow and his smirk only grew more as he drew the claws back.

“Wait- Logan?” Sam whispered, frowning deeply at you.

He leaned back in his seat and looked back at you. He shrugged casually and took a sip of his drink “Weren't your words something along the lines of 'Well, fuck me, that's actually hot.' or what?”

“It was hot the first maybe second or third time I heard it, Logan. It's no longer the same after having heard it more than twenty times. Especially when I'm still trying decide whether I should punch the life out of you for not calling for a year or kissed the life out of you because of how much I've missed you!”

“Wait- what?!” you were certain Den would have otherwise yelled this so you were glad this time was an exception “And you- you know him?”

“You might as well do the second one-” Logan said with a shrug, effectively ignoring Dean in a way that was making it harder for you to hold back our laughter “I wouldn't say no, but I think you might give pretty boy over here a heart attack or something.” he smirked over his drink before he added more softly “I wish I had the chance to call too but... things came up. Missed you too, kid.”

Your own smile softened as you understood more than he dared say out loud and your heat reached out for him. He was family too after all for far too many reasons. And you'd always known of the burden he carried around, you didn't want to put more weight on. So that was certainly not a talk for that time so instead you opted for another reply with a small smirk.

“Hardly a kid anymore, Wolverine.”

“Oh trust me I see that.” he grinned too, appreciating the space.

“What just happened?” Dean blinked, after a small moment of silence, looking between the two of you.

“In case you're having a hard time realizing this- or better yet accepting this, Dean, yes I do. In fact Logan here is a family, he's helped me through some really rough times in the past and saved my life too. So it seems like you don't need to turn into an over-protective Alpha over this tonight.”

“Doesn't seem like he needs an excuse to be a brain-less primitive-”

“Alright!” you chipped in “Let me stop you right there because knowing you two, this is not going to end well. Logan, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. You too have heard me tell you a lot of things about them-”

“Not like the whole hunting world isn't talking about us already.” Dean said with what you could only consider a proud smirk but sharing a look with Sam you knew he didn't share his brother's feelings. And he had every right too because Logan could really turn this against him.

“Yeah, I've heard so myself. But I guess I only know the basics and what (Y/n)'s told me.”

“And that would be...?” Sam trailed off with uncertainty.

“That you're the idiots that started the Apocalypse. On multiple occasions. Or better yet, on every freaking occasion.” Logan shrugged “Not all she's told me, but it's what I remember most. The rest is kind of-” he glanced at Dean with a smirk “Too easy to do if you ask me.”

“Oh and you know all about killing Hitler?” Dean raised an eyebrow, his smirk having fluttered for only a short moment that he hoped Logan didn't see.

“I might, yes. Only about the first time that I killed him though.”

.

..

...

All you and Sam seemed to do was look with caution at the two men, unable to predict what each man's next words or move would be. Until Sam really couldn't hold it back and sighed as he slumped back in his seat.

He ended up whispering to you “You really do have a type, don't you?”

“Hardly I'd say-” you started “But I think I'm starting to change my mind now.”

[thegameartist03]

TommyInnit: Dream SMP’s Next Villain?

ok THEORY TIME because i am awake at 11PM. Warning: It’s very long :’]

If you don’t want to read the whole thing, just read the parts in bold.

I think I see what Dream is doing. By isolating Tommy from his friends, by turning him against L’Manburg bit by bit, Dream is building Tommy up to be L’Manburg’s next villain.

It’s no secret that Dream is against L’Manburg. He has plotted its destruction over and over and over again and succeeded every time. Right now he might be all buddy-buddy with Tubbo, but it’s obvious he has some kind of plan. Think about it, when has Dream ever truly respected L’Manburg? “But why would he be so friendly with an invasive country when he could have already taken Tubbo down?” You might ask. May I remind you, this man is a CHAMPION of Minecraft, the 1,000+ IQ player, and he can be however patient he needs to be in order to see his plans through.

Let’s look at some Dream SMP history, shall we?

During the first war for L’Manburg, Dream lulled Wilbur and the rest into a false sense of security, retreating during battle to make it seem like they had won. Then, just when they least expected it, one of their own, Eret, the first traitor of L’Manburg, turned on them. Eret, crowned king by Dream, turned on his own and led to the destruction of L’Manburg. Had Tommy not given up his discs, Dream would have won the war.

Flash forward to the election. Wilbur and Tommy have been exiled from Manburg. Wilbur is slowing losing his mind, Technoblade has yet to truly pick a side. Wilbur takes inspiration from the green boi himself and decides to blow up Manburg and end it once and for all. Dream indulges him, and Dream and the two brothers make a deal to rain chaos and destruction upon the land. Wilbur said it himself, he had a deal with Dream that Dream’s surrender would force Wilbur’s hand towards that button. Tommy tried his hardest to stop Wilbur, but failed in the end. The only thing he managed to do was lead the charge in killing the Withers, a charge that was hindered by attacks from Dream and Technoblade.

Are you seeing some patterns? Cause I sure am.

Each time L’Manburg makes a stand, Dream is there to bring it down. He finds a weak link, someone who he can turn to carry out his will, and he makes sure they betray L’Manburg. First Eret, then Wilbur and Techno. A situation presents itself, Dream takes advantage of it.

So what situation is Dream taking advantage of now? You might think it’s Tommy’s exile, but no. The exile was part of Dream’s plan, already set into motion weeks ago. He only had to wait for the destruction of L’Manburg and the continuous ignorance of a certain goggled friend of his to build up enough pressure and make someone snap. That someone, as Dream probably predicted it would be, was Tommy. When Tommy griefed George’s house, Dream pounced on what could only be the perfect crime.

So, once Tommy was convicted, all Dream had to do was push his advantage on L’Manburg and work towards splitting Tommy off from his friends. Tubbo has a meeting with Dream and asks Tommy to be calm, of course Tommy’s fiery spirit overtakes him and he ruins it, and Dream continues to ramp up the heat. It was only a matter of time before Dream’s threats and the giant obsidian wall, not to mention Tommy’s passion and the memories of war barely two weeks after L’Manburg had been reduced to rubble, pressured Tubbo into agreeing to exile Tommy. Now Tommy is escorted away to a place where no one knows where he is except for Dream and Ghostbur, and no one but Dream and Ghostbur can visit him.

Now, you might be thinking, why does Tommy matter so much to Dream? Why go to all this effort just to single out one annoying (at first) 16 year old who wrote a very inaccurate and borderline offensive book called ‘How to Sex 2’?

Well, let me reveal yet another parallel to you.

Tommy was a founder of L’Manburg. He and Wilbur started their little nation together, fought side by side, were exiled together. Tommy was always second in command, and he was even supposed to be president of L’Manburg after Schlatt’s death. Tommy has sacrificed so much for his country, he has fought and died and lost everything, all for L’Manburg. He and Wilbur are the very spirit of the nation!

But before L’Manburg, before Wilbur, there was the Disc War between Dream and Tommy. Dream’s grudge against Wilbur and L’Manburg is relatively fresh, but the roots of hatred and rivalry between TommyInnit and Dream run much deeper. They have been at each other’s throats for almost as long as the server has lived. This feud even prompted Tommy to revoke his position as president, a position he had dreamed of and thought he would never hold. It’s safe to say that, were one of them given the chance, they would destroy the other without hesitation. But there’s more. Tommy has always stood in Dream’s way of bringing down L’Manburg. First it was giving up his discs to earn independance, then it was Tommy trying to stop Wilbur, then it was Tommy fighting the withers. If Tubbo hadn’t exiled Tommy, he would have teamed up with Technoblade to bring Dream down. Tommy is Dream’s greatest threat.

So Dream has ruined Tommy’s life. He has separated him from his home, his belongings, his friends, even Tubbo. You’d think that would be enough revenge for someone, right?

Wrong.

You see, the traitor parallel is still in play here. Dream’s plans don’t just end with Tommy’s exile. If you’ve been keeping up with the server, you’ll know that every day Dream logs on just to bully Tommy into giving up his armor and tools and blowing them up. Dream, slowly but surely, is stripping Tommy of his pride and his happiness and his sanity. One day into Tommy’s ‘holiday’, he had a plan to fight back. Now, he doesn’t sleep at night, and he is giving up on ever seeing his home. To make matters worse, Dream spends his time with Tommy, and he makes sure he’s ALWAYS spending time with Tommy, gaslighting and manipulating him into thinking his closest friends have abandoned him and no longer care about him.

I know you might think Dream being so friendly with Tommy, helping him get primes, letting him keep his elder chest, building the bridge with him, setting up his party, is a good thing, but it’s yet another part of Dream’s plan. It was most obvious today, when Tommy cursed those he once called friends and leaned on Dream for comfort in his emotional distress, what Dream’s true intentions were. Dream is gradually twisting Tommy into turning against L’Manburg and becoming Dream SMP’s next traitor.

And no one else can see it happening.

Let me ask you, what happened to the past leaders of Manburg and L’Manburg? The most powerful of the server?

Jschlatt had a heart attack and died, Wilbur was run through by Philza, and Technoblade retired (he never dies, but that’s close enough).

Dream’s plans in the past have always led to the death of L’Manburg’s leader and the destruction of the country by a traitor, a puppet dancing on Dream’s strings.

TommyInnit is already tied.

It’s only a matter of time.

Not only do I believe Tommy is going to betray L’Manburg.

I think Tommy is going to try to kill Tubbo.

Feel free to reblog with your thoughts, I know this was a long post but I’d love to hear some other opinions on this.

[thelostguardianau]

The Lost Guardian- Chapter Eight

“Heed the Silenced”

(Authors note: aha.. yknow I should probably stop making promises for this fic. Months later, w/ a chapter that doesn’t have Thomas in it, three different outlines down and i’m really just at the mercy of this fic at this point xD considering midway through writing this chapter I had to cut and rewrite an entire scene i’d spent a month on bc I’d decided that Dee had a chance at redemtion that added an actual direction and a tangable end goal to this story. So. Yeah. And!! A loud Thank You!! to @bumblebeekitten for helping me bounce ideas back & forth for this au and being my beta for this chapter!!)

Character Info & Art:

Patton | Logan | Roman | Virgil | Remy | Deceit | ??? | ???

Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Polyamsanders (LAMPR/CALMR-a.k.a LAMP/CALM + Remy ‘Sleep’ Sanders)

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA DIALOG HEAVY!(sorry) Currently depicted as morally grey Deceit(subject to change in future chapters), though the side of Deceit from his first appearance doesnt make an appearance in this chapter and it is explained why, mentions of past betrayal and dark descriptions of bodily concepts, curses, limitations, and changes only really explained as possible through the lore of this au. Deceit speaks in riddles because he has to, ominous warnings. Virgil still isn’t okay mentally. Mentions of indifference to death, lack of selfworth or self preservation. (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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Brown eyes flutter open at the chilly breeze of a fan, and the ravenette’s mind comes to realize that he’s been moved from resting on his stomach to laying on his back. Groggy from his much too short nap, it takes a few moments to realize there are no warm bodies near him or under him, no breathing or chatter of familiar voices to sooth him.

The room, he realizes, is empty.

The room itself is, in fact, not Remy’s bedroom at all.

Shooting straight up, Virgil’s first clear thought is that he’s back at home. At his apartment, this time in his hoodie yet still roughed up from his latest ‘adventure’. The scene is eerily familiar, and yet he knows this time that work is not where he needs to be. It’s already daylight and his mind now knows this familiar scene, he should feel alone. Yet, this time he can hear the sound of honking cars and people, his loud neighbor from upstairs stomping around.

It doesn’t make sense as he walks to his window and peers out to see vague cars and people, he can’t even seem to make out any individual faces. It’s grey and raining outside, but there is no pattering sound against the foggy window. ‘What’s happening?’ Virgil wonders.

“Life seemed so simple a week ago, even months ago, did it not..?” A familiar voice drifts from behind him. Ice cold fear shoots down the ravenette’s spine as he recognizes the voice.

“I can hardly believe you were able to leave it, your routine. It was your everything, back when you came to terms with what you had left. Am I wrong, Virgil?” Whirling around to face the voice, Virgil finds the terrifying ex-Guardian sitting on his couch looking quite at home, if a little sheepish.

“What do you care?” He spat back, stepping back against his window.

“I am only looking out for you, you know. I have been protecting you all your life. Of all people I think I would know what is best for you, don't you think? We are connected after all, you and I.” The man sighed, making a surrendering motion with his hands.

“Why would I trust you?! You tried to kill me yesterday!” Virgil growled. “Why--h-how are you even here!?”

“False, my dear Virgil. I tried to warn you. Sure,” The guardian rolled his hand as he spoke, “I am forced to have a round-about way of speaking my truths, it is just part of my consequences it seems. But how else was I going to get you to listen to me after the others fed you lies about me? I do sincerely apologize for my other half being rough, though. I cannot quite.. Control.. Him.” The guardian tilted his bowler hat down to guiltily hide his eyes, regret briefly twisting his expression.

Finally the Guardian stood, dusting himself off as if his immaculate attire had acquired dust from just existing in his apartment. “I needed my physical body to reach yours and make our soul connection strong again, so that my soul could reach yours. However.. The pain I caused you was far from my intention. I am deeply regretful that it came down to.. That awful encounter.

“To answer your question though, Virgil, I am here because I created ‘here’. A realm made to form this illusion of being home, sweet home, just on the corner of the little street you had come to live on for the past year. It is all my doing. Where you stand is simply an illusion only you and I can access, a manipulation of your dreams and memories. The only place where the real me can talk to you mostly unhindered.” The guardian gestured to his surroundings.

“It takes only one person to flip your life on it’s head, a matter of hours to make the decision of a lifetime, and a matter of days to have completely changed your life’s direction,” He turned to Virgil, and looked him straight in the eyes, feeling distant and lost.

“And only a matter of years to succumb to the depression of the lonely consequences..”

Virgil blinked at that. The sad, longing tone had him thrown for a loop; it almost felt like the Guardian wasn't even quite talking to Virgil. “I-What..? I.. I don’t understand.”

The Guardian shook his head, snapping out of it and refocusing himself. "Nevermind that. It is time I talked to you for real, if you will have me?" The Guardian held out a hand politely, though there was no real expectation for Virgil to take it.

After a pause, Virgil gave a slight nod, still suspicious of the other's intent. The Guardian returned the nod, and his hand fell to his side.

“I am limited to the time that you rest and for now I will not be able to explain myself thoroughly, so, I ask you to understand that I do not expect you to trust me when I am done. I honestly do not expect you to ever trust me. With the mistakes I have made, I firmly believe I would not deserve it.”

Virgil blinked in surprise, not having expected his captor to admit to his faults straight off the bat.

“Okay.. Well, we’re here, might as well hear your side of the story. So.. Shoot.” Virgil said lightly, distrust and suspicion still evident in his tone and stance.

“I would assume at this point you are well aware of how the story you have been told paints me as the villain, a mastermind seeking power, immortality, and revenge? At least, that is what I am led to believe is still the story, it has been many years since I have heard the tale first hand… And... Well. Would that not be so lovely?” Virgil made a face, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“I am serious. Life would be so much easier if it was all black and white, true or false, good and bad, would it not? If those who meant well knew everything and those malicious few could not corrupt anything?” The Guardian frowned a bit, frustrated with his words that couldn’t seem to cooperate with him.

“Would it not be lovely if I could talk to you without fighting to keep from turning every honest thought into a question or theoretical statement just to let it be said? That my words could hold a meaning not forcibly disguised in the forms of fables and riddles?” The Guardian looked down lamely, his words tapering off in agitation. For a moment, Virgil waited as the Guardian was silent, contemplative. Then, the next moment the Guardian’s face scrunched up in sadness and his words were soft as he placed a hand over his golden wrist markings.

“My story is complicated, and twisted with shades of grey. One could say what I did was an attempt to keep you safe, another could say that what I did was outlandish and impulsive, and stupid. But no one will be able to tell you that what I did went according to the plan I had... at first. No one will tell you that my intention was to save you, to keep your fate safe. No one will tell you that my plan was ruined. Because there is no longer anyone who remembers what happened that night except for me,”

The Guardian’s eyes flicked up to meet the ravenette’s, a hurt look passing over his face as he continued. His steady voice now just barely trembled with uncertainty as he continued.

“No one but me and the soul who wants so desperately for everyone to forget. The soul who ripped my own in two to bury the secret, and ruin you and I both.”

“My final warning is this: Beware of the man who carries the world on his shoulders unflinchingly, he will be watching you closely. You have immunity to his power thanks to our connection, you might use this knowledge well to find the truth that lies in plain sight. However, your fate lies in the decisions you chose to make with this knowledge, I can only warn you of what might come.” The Guardian nodded solemnly, choosing to finish his cryptic warning there.

Virgil stood there, reeling with the information. Sure, he definitely wasn’t completely convinced he could trust this cryptic stranger, Guardian? Foe? Friend? Virgil wasn’t really sure what to call him anymore. But damn, his life was already so fucking crazy, this was all just fucking crazy! He could just be dreaming for all he knew.

But… Deep inside, he was hoping he wasn’t.

This was, well. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear when facing the man whose, er, body? Had originally tried to strangle him? Now he’d heard his sob story and, well, Virgil wasn’t that easy to fool, but he’d also been told that it wasn’t expected that he’d trust the guy even in the end and he didn’t really want to.

He’d been on the path to death for so long, and then just two days ago everything had changed. So much was happening, it was frankly exhausting. What the fuck was he, some book protagonist? Couldn’t he get a little time to think about all this before he went crazy?

Still, something under all his incredulity begged to hear the guardian out. He vaguely wondered how Stockholm Syndrome worked before he gave in a little. What difference did a little more crazy make in his life at this point?

“Fine, I’ll heed your warning, or whatever the fuck. But only if you can tell me what you mean when you said that this guy ripped your, uh, soul? In two.” Virgil huffed, partially relaxing. It was odd how comforting he found it to be, floating in this weird feeling imaginary world, where he could interact with objects that weren’t real. It felt like he was really standing in his home, and yet it was just built from memory.

The guardian’s solemn expression formed into a grim smile, eyes distant once more before nodding. “I will do the best that my words will allow.” Virgil nodded, and waited for the now very familiar stranger to gather his words and take a breath. Then he began, his markings lightly flashing gold.

“You find yourself whole one day, as you have always been. To be whole of body, whole of mind, both human and guardian in nature. To have conscious thought and control over your whole physical being and soul..

“You find that yourself and others of the winged variety are capable of separating your soul from your being, though only the most Elite can do it well. You find out the family you made would soon be in danger. You then find yourself lost and alone when you once had a home to call your own.

“You find yourself knowing a truth, a perilous truth. Your home is in shambles now that you are gone, yet they do not know it. This truth is at fault, but the blame is not fully your own in a world built on lies.

“The source of truth tucks itself into blankets of grey, drawing itself further from discovery with each passing day. Now only you know the truth. The source of the truth finds you, it seeks to hide you too.

“You find yourself split one day, as you have never been before. Forced apart from the body, trapped within the mind. Guardian in nature, to have conscious thought and your dying soul trapped within, a false mind piloting the puppeteered confines of a broken body with a blind goal.”

“You find you cannot control what you used to, you are a prisoner to a body that is no longer your own, mostly unconscious to the world around it. Crazed by the false emotions that fuel it.”

“The you that used to be is no longer, and has not been for over a hundred years. The world that knew you knows not of what you’ve become. Knows not of the shackles that bind you.

“The you that used to be is no longer, and will never be again.” The Guardian finished, hesitant yellow eyes meeting Virgil’s carefully. Phantom goosebumps trail down Virgil's arms as the final sentence strikes a cord in him.

Virgil found he really wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, the rawness in the other’s tone spoke volumes of the sore spot they’d reached.

“Your body rests, but your mind also needs time to process today. I shall see you when you next rest, though only if you wish to seek me. Rest well knowing that you will not be scooped from your safety once more, as I hope I’m never to do so again. And...” The guardian paused, considering their next words very carefully.

“I know it is selfish to ask... but, I hope and wish that Thomas is alright, after all this time... Do take care of him, would you?”

Virgil paused and stared, finding only concern and longing in the guardian’s expression. And, well, fuck. What a way to pull at a guy’s heartstrings.

“Er, yes. Yeah. I’ll try my best.” Virgil gave his signature mock salute, the Guardian tipping his hat in return.

“Trying is all I could ever ask of you, Virgil. Rest well, you will need it.” And with that final sentence, the world around Virgil gently grew dark, and he sunk into the comforting arms of sleep.

Despite it all, Virgil still found his mind vaguely conscious. Sluggish at best, but awake nonetheless.

He figured it was likely some lingering effect from the Guardian’s dream realm, but didn’t dwell on it. His life had way too much else going on to be debating the side effects gained from Guardian powers.

First, he’d been pretty damn convinced two days ago that he was going to be a goner by the end of the month. Completely resigned to die believing that his very existence was scorned by the world he’d been unwillingly born into.

Then Patton had stumbled onto his shitty apartment’s roof, found him in all of his resigned and depressed glory, and changed his life forever.

They’d mostly skipped the whole ‘Human nature is a series of life, death, and rebirth’ spiel that guardians were known to give in these situations because... Well, It wasn’t like they’d really had time to address it before the truth about his soul had come out. That he wasn’t exactly human to begin with.

Virgil didn’t think that Guardians had ever had a situation like his before. There wasn’t a protocol for comforting a kidnapped guardian soul. It’d never been a possibility before!

So it wasn’t surprising then, that Virgil didn’t have any better of a time processing it.

His whole life, all that he’d known to be true, all that he’d believed in? Everything had been uprooted and turned on its head. He’d apparently been living a life that was not supposed to be.

Perhaps for the first time in two days, Virgil realized that the thought of his death at the end of the month had not been consistently worming into his brain. It had once been something he could never seem to stop thinking about.

The death indicated by his soul timer was now perhaps the farthest thing from his mind.

Perhaps the strangest thing so far was that he wasn’t alone anymore. He’d possibly had more physical contact with other people in the short two(three?) days since this adventure started then he’d had in the past 16 years.

And wasn’t it just the cherry on top that he’d also gotten nearly choked out by the very guardian accused of kidnapping his soul in the first place? And now he was considering trusting the damn guy.

Virgil hollowly wondered why he even cared.

Why did he care about staying alive now when he’s spent his whole life believing he never would? Up until two days ago, that belief had still been true. But now? Avoiding death was the goal, Logan had stated as much.

Really, would Virgil lose anything by trusting the banished guardian? Even if the guardian was trying to trick Virgil and got him killed, what difference would it make? That’d always been the goal before. What did he, Virgil, really have to lose?

If it happened that Virgil lived past his twentieth birthday, if he became a guardian like he was supposed to be in the first place. Would he want that? Did he want that?

He wasn’t sure. Didn’t know if he ever had been.

His life had been built on resignation to the inevitable. Nothing seemed to motivate him towards liking or hating that possibility. He was just that.

Indifferent.

And wasn’t that just the greatest revelation of the night? Finding out that you’re indifferent to living or dying.

Once this was all over, if Virgil lived that long, he would make a note to see a therapist. He knew very well that this kind of mindset was unhealthy to keep. It just couldn’t be helped that the nineteen years he’d lived with this particular affliction couldn’t be fixed by a few extra hugs and comforting words.

Even if he didn’t like the fact that death sounded like the more peaceful option.

His thoughts paused, mentally sighing at the downward spiral he’d caught himself in. It was tiring, and going nowhere.

‘For now,’ he decided, ‘I’m just going to see how this plays out. The Guardian said that none of the others remember the truth, or whatever. So, It’s a ‘he said-they said’ situation right now...’

‘I’ll have to keep an eye out for the guy that he warned me about, then. Who knows if he's as dangerous as The Guardian made him out to be. It’s hard to tell with the weird way he has to talk..’

Virgil paused again, a realization striking him. If he could have groaned, he would have. Not once had he been given or even remembered to ask for the name of said Guardian. What was he supposed to call the rogue Guardian now? He couldn’t just keep calling him The Guardian!

Amidst the disbelief of such a slip up, a foreign yet familiar feeling prodded questioningly at his conscious mind. Adding confusion into the mix of emotions, he returned the feeling with a questioning thought of his own.

He briefly heard the Guardian’s whispy voice once more, now acting with permission.

“You may call me Janus”

Then all at once, Virgil woke up.

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Chapter Nine

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Can you do the NSFW alphabet for Hunter from the Bad Batch?

A/N: Please remember to REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! I cannot emphasis enough that these take just as much time to create as drabbles or one-shots.  Give headcanons some love.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s a mess.  His already heightened senses are in over drive and he’s not in a state to do anything accept lie there and breath.  It’s up to you to help clean the pair of you up. But, once he’s caught his breath, the man is the king of cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your thighs.  He loves digging his fingers into your skin as you ride him.  And don’t even get him started on the way they clamp around his head as he eats you out.

For himself, he likes his nose.  Odd to say, but it’s true.  Partially it’s because it’s his sense of smell, but he’s just as proud of the way it looks.  I don’t know what else to say, he just likes it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a god damn mess when he cums.  Every time it hits him hard and loud, causing him to moan and shake as he just keeps cumming and cumming, dripping out of your cunt and onto his stomach and the sheets and everywhere else. 

He has no preference on where he cums, and is doesn’t really matter.  Either way, it’s a lot to clean up after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps a special bottle of your shampoo to smell when he knows it’ll be a long time before he sees you again.  It gets him hard like nothing else.  He and his hands have a lot of pleasant memories of that shampoo.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a couple of one night stands before meeting you, but nothing long term.  He has enough experience to understand his preferences and have a pretty good idea of what he’s doing.  But, he’s more than willing to learn from you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You riding him is his favorite thing in the world to him. He loves being able to watch your face contort with pleasure as you take his cock over and over again.  It’s the hottest sight in the world.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You’re more likely to make a joke than he is.  He’s too caught up in the moment to say anything cohesive, really.  Which, that in itself can be pretty funny at times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got a good deal of hair down there that he honestly doesn’t do much about rather than keep it clean.  It’s a preference thing.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s really good at reading your emotions and gets a feel for what you need and when.  If you need to vent out your frustrations with a good fuck, he’ll lay back and let you take what you want.  But, if you need something more, even a simple touch form him can convey everything he’s trying to say.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As I’ve said, Hunter is a mess when he cums.  So, if he’s going to masturbate, he knows he has to wait until he can have some place completely private for at least an hour.  He likes to take him time and doesn’t need Crosshair giving him shit for jerking one off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light BDSM.  He likes a bit of pain to go with his pleasure.  It’s almost a way to keep in grounded in the moment rather than being completely overwhelmed by the sensations.  A bite on his neck, nails clawing at his back, a good slap to the face, and the digging strain of ties on his wrist all help.

Also, the fandom has decided he’s a sub and I’m not here to dispute that.  He loves nothing more than letting go and surrendering to you.  Tie him up, pin him down, make him eat you out until his jaw aches.  Just for a little while he’ll let someone else make the decisions.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

A bed.  Any bed, preferably in a room with a lock on the door.  He’s not that picky in terms of comfort.  He just doesn’t want to be interrupted and a bed at least gives you room to do whatever comes to mind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You addressing him as Sergeant Hunter in an authoritative tone does things to him, in particularly if it’s followed by an order. 

A close second it a nice good tug on his hair.  (He once accidentally let out a not so subtle moan in the middle of sparring.  He never heard the end of it.)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Over-stimulation.  He’s already got to keep a close eye on his senses and while he is all about a bit of pain, over-stimulation can get too over-whelming.  You tried it once and it took him hours to finally calm down. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving, preferably with you riding his face into the sunset.  Those perfect thighs around his head while his nose is buried in your arousal is enough to get him off all on it’s own.  Add in your moans and a vice grip on his hair and he’s a lost man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough 9/10.  There’s a lot of pent up frustration and tension that is relieved during sex with Hunter.  If he wants to be sweet and romantic, he’s usually showing it outside of the bedroom.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You’ve tried to once or twice in the cockpit of the Marauder, but it left him so blissed out you had to be the one to make excuses to Tech about how the cockpit is off limits for the next hour or so in order to buy Hunter time to recover.   So, quickies aren’t really an option.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try whatever you want, so long as you set clear rules and safe words.  You guys don’t want another over-stimulation incident.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Here’s the thing, the man’s recovery is insane so he can technically go for as many rounds as you can stand.  After you finish one round, the smells and sensations get him hard all over gain.  BUT, you have to be careful because it can leave him over spent easily. 

So, you guys usually stick to one, maybe two rounds.  But it’s some of the most intense rounds of sex you’ve ever had.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any he uses just on himself, but the pair of you have a collection you use on each other; vibrator, strap on, handcuffs, that kind of thing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a teaser.  You can tease him, but the man is weak.  It takes maybe a minute of teasing him to have him begging for you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The man is LOUD, hence another reason a room with a locked door in preferred.  Lots of long moans and whines, with praises and pleads peppered in for good measure.  And when he cums? He screams.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can smell your arousal from ten feet away and it drives him crazy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got the average clone sized dick, which means a big, thick 8-in cock.  No, I will not be taking questions at this time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average, all things considered.  He can go for a week or two without sex and he’ll be perfectly functional.  However, any longer than that and he’s about ready the burst the next time he sees you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little while to fully calm down after sex.  But, once he’s caught his breath, he’s down for the count.  There has been more than one night you’ve had to clean him up while he’s dead sleep.