#and now i’m thinking about his death again

[knightyoomyoui]

You Don't Want None [+18]

ft. TWICE's Chaeyoung (x M Reader)

TYPE: Smut

WORD COUNT: 3964

TAGS: rough sex, submissive girlfriend, punishment, degradation

NOTE: This is heavily inspired from this picture of Chaeyoung above that gave me an idea to write this fic. She looks so freaking hot here, I admit.

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DESCRIPTION: Bratty Chaeyoung disturbing her boyfriend during his game time despite his pleads of giving him space. When she cost him and his team the round, YN disciplines her with a rough lesson in favor to what she desires.

===OOO===

You were alone in your room playing Mobile Legends in your phone to spend your leisure time before you return back on studying for your final exam. The bedroom door opened, your girlfriend Chaeyoung peeked through the gap to check how you’re doing. Giving a quick glance at her, you saw her smile in which boosted your confidence more on playing.

“Hey, love.” You said while dapping your fingertips at the screen.

“What role you are?”

“Tank. I find Akai my new main these days.” You answered while still fixated on your phone.

“You? Doing the roaming? Never thought I would see or hear you with that.” Chaeyoung chuckled.

“You underestimate me too much. I’m all-rounder, you know?” You snickered and hissed.

She approaches you to watch your gameplay. It made sense while you’re so concentrated at the round since you’re always being the one who should necessary attend the clash spots, to support and defend the other heroes for being the toughest. “So what if I do? And please, not me. I’ve seen you struggle a lot on being in charge of mid lanes.”

“I still play the role though.”

“Yeah, but you suck at using mage heroes.” She saw you groan in annoyance as she roasts you. It made her laugh while you still try to focus on the game. A chat from your friend whom you play along with popped up, commanding you about something to do that might be an efficient part of the plan your team would receive.

“I remember the last time we played you were the first one who got killed in under a minute. I don’t think that’s what being all-rounder is about.” Chaeyoung mocked you. She was examining your face and the background they’re playing at the same time.

“Hey, don’t get mistaken that you’re better than me or something if that’s what you’re doing. You still haven’t accepted my one on one challenge yet.”

“Uh huh, I just don’t because I feel pity for you.” She teased you while she sneakily inserted some clingy girlfriend act on you by snaking her hands around your waist while she lays her head on your shoulder.

“Excuses. Chae, just said you’re afraid.”

“Me? Scared fighting you? If I remember correctly, I am the one who has a higher rank than you.” She looked at you unbelievably. You squinched your nose and grunted at another harsh truth she just spat. “That’s why, I prefer you should just keep on playing. Train yourself further, maybe if you win… I’ll accept the challenge. Deal?”

“If that’s what you want, sure.” You finally requited the gaze on her. As you return back on your phone, Chaeyoung has thought of an evil idea. Something that she’ll regret doing so but she just wants to see how cute you’ll react for this.

She lifted both of her legs and planted her butt above your lap as she sat. “Uhh, what are you doing?”, you asked mindlessly. “Nothing, just go along with them.” Chaeyoung feigned innocence. “I just wanna how you’re so eager to dominate me.”

You continued playing even though you along with your teammates are in a dangerous situation right now. With every deaths and mistake, you couldn’t help anymore but to be irritated and sigh stressfully. Chaeyoung looked at the screen, she devilishly smirked at the idea pushing her again to do it.

“You guys look like you’re about to lose now.” Chaeyoung said as she looks at the status of your side compared to the enemies. “Is that what you mean I should be threatened when you play like that?”

“Please, Chae stop distracting me for a moment.”, you said in a calm tone. She liked your gentle request, but bold ideas running in her mind that influences her to disobey you for now. She left your lap, fooling you for giving you some space but instead, she just sat rather behind you and cuddled at you like a koala. Her hands raised up to your pecs and began caressing it.

“Chae…” You warned her, your posture shuffling around her to remove her body. As the last turret in the mid lane was destroyed, you know this is gonna be a huge trouble as the base has a passageway now for the enemies to invade and end the match.

“I’m so boreddd~” Chaeyoung whined. She pressed her face at your nape.

“Can’t you do something else first? I just have to finish this, promise.”

“No, and stop doing that.” Chaeyoung muttered. “I hate being ignored.”

“But I’m in the middle of-”

“What? You guys are losing anyway?” She complained. Her instinct drove her to start kissing the exposed skin of your neck. Her hands returned around her, with the soles of her feet obviously becoming dangerously close at your crotch.

“ We’re still aiming for a comeback here.” Your lips straightened, body went stiff and hot along with your temper rising from your clingy girlfriend’s unnecessary actions.

She bit your neck and sucked it. You gritted your teeth and released a sigh. “Stop trying, YN. You’ll never beat me and I know you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that, okay! I have no interest to be in a competition with you right now. I already told you that I- oh shit.” He saw the message at the top saying that the enemies have slain the lord. Gather and retreat commands went popping aggressively on the screen.

“You said you’re a great player, right? So don’t mind me here. Even if you dare to leave me alone, I won’t. I want you right now.” You felt your cock stirred when Chaeyoung gripped and squeezed it. “And it seems you do as well.”

“It’s my hormones reacting, okay. Ofcourse, how can I fucking act normal if you’re here flirting at me?”

“Oh, just shut up.” Chaeyoung ain’t buying your lies to push your buttons. Your current frustrated mood is entertaining her with a little bit of pity for your struggle. She watched you try to lure away the enemies and the lord with your surviving teammates as she nibbled on your earlobe and toying at your growing bulge.

Your head is getting all loosened from everything that Chaeyoung is doing at you. She surely doing all of this on purpose, and she’s testing you. Deep inside, you admit that you cannot resist your hot girlfriend, but on the other hand, the bad timing of this is encouraging you for a payback that not only is well deserved, but in a thoughtful and harmless way for her.

“Chae- stop, I-I’m begging-”

The screen froze, halting the characters movements as both of you watched the high ground explode. A large message saying DEFEAT flashed, making Chaeyoung pause as well from her movements. She looked at you as you dropped the phone instantly on the bed.

“See, I told you. Better luck next time, I guess.” Chaeyoung nonchalantly said as you remained unmoved. Your breaking point was shattered and it just fuels the plan of getting back at her more with fury. Your knuckles clenched as you felt goosebumps and adrenaline inside while she kept on blabbering in your ear.

“Chaeyoung, this is your last chance to say sorry. Now.”

“And if I don’t?”

“What’s coming to you after, I swear you don’t want none of it.”

“Ooh wow, that really set me on the edge.” She mockingly expressed fear at you. “Looks like you still ain’t ready yet. I’d like to see you try-” Chaeyoung stopped at her words when she watched your star on the screen got decreased, resulting your rank as well to transition back from Legend I to Legend II.

“That’s it, COME HERE!” You had enough. You spun around, harshly grabbed Chaeyoung by the arm and pinned her on the bed.

“U-huh, w-what, you’re mad at me now?”

“More than you think.” You realized that Chaeyoung was wearing the new set of clothes you picked for her, confirming your thoughts. “You did all of that on purpose, don’t you? To prevent me from kicking your ass?”

“And if I say yes, what will you do?” Chaeyoung cooed. “Fuck me rather in the ass?”

“Is that a suggestion? Alright. I won’t hold back on you, you attention-seeking little bitch.” You pulled down her white shorts with force but not in your full limit, still avoiding to damage your beloved outfit of hers.

Her lower back with that inticing huge birth of evil tattoo along with her curvy ass is exposed. You lift it up and make it raised upwards. “I’ll make sure you’ll wish you never did that.

“Yes please, punish me however you want. Punish me for being a bad girl.” Chaeyoung’s submissive kink was activated. It thoroughly making more sense to you why she behaving strangely since earlier.

“Oh I will. You think I’ll let you pass for ruining my win streak.” You slapped her left cheek very hard. Chaeyoung winced at the pain, yet it leaves a satisfied smile on her lips.

“I’m trying to tell you that I don’t give a fuck if you’re better than me, yet you still wanted to make me look worse.” You slapped her again for the second time, on the right cheek. Chaeyoung gasped and whimpered again at the stinging pain. “I was instead trying to save my credit from being decreased.”

“Not only that, you made me look embarrassing to my friends.” A third spank was unleashed.

“You ruined my momentum.” Fourth spank.

“Pushed back my rank when I was supposed to advance!” Fifth.

“Don’t beg me for mercy tonight, because I won’t show you one.” Sixth. Her cheeks are now all red from the impacts of your palm. Chaeyoung is now burying her face on the cushion to muffle her screams and rub some tears of joy in her eyes.

“Fucking greedy slut, you deserve all of this.” Seventh. You saw her legs almost giving in.

“We haven’t even started yet, Chaeyoung. You should’ve made yourself prepared if you wanted this!” You pulled up her legs again and went for an eighth slap.

“I bet you’re happy now, not only getting what you wanted to see me being devastated at my loss, huh? Making fun of me for you own satisfaction, selfish bitch.” Ninth spank to both of the cheeks.

“Last one. I want you to scream, I want you to say sorry for what you did, you got me?” Chaeyoung nodded weakly. She felt her ass take the tenth and last whip on her rear. The amount of pain contained was poured out all through her voice, “SORRY!!! I’M SORRY IF I GOT IN BETWEEN OF YOUR GAME!!!”

“That’s cute.” You chuckled. “But too bad, I pleaded for you to stop, and you didn’t listen. Now, don’t blame me for doing the same. It won’t end here yet. We have a lot of time for me to teach you a lesson.”

You kneeled in front of her abused ass, spreaded it, and pushed your face in between. You squeezed her soft cheeks like dough as you kissed her pillowy flesh repeatedly. Chaeyoung is left mewling at your unexpected next move.

You slightly lowered to me the length of her pussy’s slit. “Good lord, it’s almost like a fucking fountain here. You really want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” You scooped some fluid dripping and slurped it. “Impatient whore..”

Without wasting more precious pre-cum of hers, you catched them all by gliding your tongue across her pussy dangerously slow. Back and forth it goes, Chaeyoung’s mouth contorts in different reactions at how good your oral performance in her wet pussy. You bit her clit and pecked a kiss on it before you let go.

You removed your shorts and underwear, revealing your cock that was woken up by Chaeyoung’s playful touches. “Since you’re so eager to get some of this cock, I’ll shove it right up in your fucking holes and fill it up untilyou turned into my personal cumdump. I bet you even want that to happen, right?.”

With a push, your cock went straight inside of Chaeyoung’s tight entrance, sliding it a bit faster until its full length is cupped by its walls. You decided to give this a build-up, establishing a slow rhythm at the start until her ass starts to ripple faster the more your poundings getting louder and stronger.

“U-ugh ugh ahm yes~” Chaeyoung’s voice cracking at every bumps she take from your crotch. You grabbed both of her wrists and tied them on her back for handle, making her hover above the bed as you fucked her rapidly without any permission of self-support.

“”Fucking take all of this, Chae!” You made her vibrate all over your cock, drilling her ass before letting go of her arm. You went slow for a second until Chaeyoung noticed her scalp is getting some pressure. Her head was pulled back, she shrieked as you used her hair this time as a handle while you continued fucking her. “Yeah there you go, work that ass for me. Nice and tight.”

Animalistic huffs and grunts can be heard from you, and Chaeyoung is loving how you’re dismantling her petite boy like a true man possessed with temptation and lust driven by seduction. “I’m gonna cum in that pretty ass of yours, tattoo princess. Exactly as what you need.”

Her insides were flooded with streaks of cum released from your tip while you give more pushes to ensure that your load will be stuck deep inside of her cavern. You slowly let go, Chaeyoung moaned at the slimy friction of your cock exiting her used asshole. Not only your head is stained with the remains of your cum, some started to drip out from her puckered hole.

“We’re far than settled, bitch. Don’t be snapping out on me now.” You flipped the hem of her croptop from behind as you saw her splayed put of the bed. Roughly spun her around, she was now facing you from below, her eyes flickering in exhaustion abd mouth gaped in shock.

You made out with her, lips and tongue dancing through your mouth within each other. Taking this as your short distraction, you pushed your huge cock again in her pussy, making her gasp loudly. Your arms stood on each sides of her head, trapping her into your own isolation of pleasure.

“You don’t how much I’m enjoying this look of you.” You said as you watched Chaeyoung’s face reacting lustfully to your strokes. “No more hints of smug now, huh? Who’s in control now, you pathetic bastard?”

“Is that all you’ve got?” Chaeyoung challenged you, showing arrogance despite in the midst of destruction. “I haven’t been satisfied yet.”

“Oh you just wait. I’ve held my patience for you even if its thin, but now, you’re just tempting me to leash out everything on you, like this.” You replied. Placing your arms on her neck, you deepened the hold and tightened her until she began choking on her breath beneath your fucking.

“Laugh now, you naughty brat! Come on!” The sounds of bed creaking and the skin slapping echoed around the room.

“F-fuck yesss, that’s it. Take my breath, make it yours!” Chaeyoung grips on your forearm like her life depends on it as her face starts to become pale, losing air slowly from your lock.

“Now it’s me enjoying how defeated you look.” You added more movement through your fucking, exploring her insides and searching for that g-spot. It didn’t last long as when Chaeyoung furiously taps on your wrists, she coughed and breathe heavily before moaning loudly in your arms.

“There! Fucking ravage me, I’m about to cum soon!”

She must’ve forgotten that her wishes and requests are completely invalid to you now. This is her karma she has to face. You ignored her pleads as you kept your cock plugged inside of her pussy.

You undressed her sports bra and threw it around in the room, you played with her small breasts while she looked at your confusedly. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“How does it feel now being ignored and sticking in to your silly antics?” You snickered at her. She raised her eyebrows in surprise before it was replaced with pleasure as she bit her lower lip when you start devouring her tits one after another.

You inserted your arms on her back and pulled her closer, her tits mashing on your face. You rubbed and licked every area of her breasts, ensuring they all covered with your spit. Chaeyoung arched her back to allow you claiming them all by yourself.

You removed your arms shortly to lock her arms before you returned it around her, relocating your arms this time to the back of her head. She was now spreaded out before you planted her back at the bed and bent her in half like a seashell. That’s when you decided to pick up the pace by fucking her again ruthlessly.

Chaeyoung is now saying broken words, unrecognizable rounds or whatever it is, a fact that she is now spiraled downward from your rough treatment. You sniffed the smell of her sweaty yet fragrant neck as you fuck her relentlessly, her feet waving around in the end as you do so. “Keep screaming, you naughty brat! Let me hear how you love taking my cock so much.”

“Yeah yeah yeah shit! Mhhhmmm oh God, you’re so big! You’re about to break meeee~”

A second load was poured inside her pussy as you reached your climax, making her shiver in your body stacked above you. You didn’t even allow her to ride out her orgasm as you still continued to perform shallow thrusts in her pussy, pumping your seed into her womb securely.

You left her on the bed and stood at her heaving figure, her strength and enthusiasm no more evident in her. She was there sprawled widely in your bed, her pussy gushing with cum, her sweaty naked slim body deliciously attractive.

“Look at you now, girl.” You said, shaking your head. “All worn out from being manhandled and properly disciplined. You’re gonna beg for me to stop now?”

“N-no… I- I’m not done with you yet.” Chaeyoung said as she tried to get up from the bed. “You wanted to finish me right? Fucking do it. This isn’t enough yet, don’t be too soft on me. Unless, you want me to repeat it again-”

“Oh no you don’t, that will be your last.” You snatched her arm and tugged her body at you so that she went standing now from the bed, her body pressed at you, her senses snapped awake at the force you applied on her.

She was easy to be dragged and carried thanks to her light size. You gave her a kiss on the lips while you stimulate her pussy with speed. Chaeyoung went moaning in your mouth and grasped your cock, jacking it off in return.

As your manhood erected back to life, you rotated her so that her back figure is facing you. Hooking your arm on her underpits, your hand aided your cock to insert it back on her pussy. After it slid it, she tiptoed as she was once again cornered in your hold.

You didn’t waste any time to give her the treatment she wanted, you fucked her roughly, her ass bouncing and rippling at the pounding you’re giving her. Ravaging her pussy in a full nelson, Chaeyoung’s cracked voice increased in sync.

Your hands left the back of her head for a moment, switching through her two perky tits bouncing rapidly at your pace. You pulled her nipples and squished it repeatedly in between your thumb and ring finger. Chaeyoung couldn’t describe the incredible feeling of pain and pleasure combined that you’re providing for her.

She writhe in pain as you cupped her breasts, squeezed it to its might and even slapping at it, giving equal abuse just like what you did to her ass hours ago. Her tits reddened as you stop before locking her in and suckled her neck and chest, raining it with hickeys. “You asked for this, Chae. This is all for you.”

You filled her pussy again with your cum, she fainted in your arms at the insane orgasm she’s having. As you slide off your thick meat out of her pussy, you pushed her back on the bed. Now laying down, you became aware that your energy can’t keep this up long anymore so you decided to wrap this with one last harsh sexual activity you knew she would love.

Dragging her body in circle so that she would be from feet to head in your perspective, you leveled above her head and shove your balls into her face. Getting the signal, she began worshipping it with her talented mouth while you stroke your cock at the feeling of her tits on your hand.

Now all slick and wet, you pushed your shaft and lodged it to her awaiting mouth. To make her pretty lips and throat tight as hell, you wrapped your hands again around her neck, choking her as you facefucked her upside down. Turning Chaeyoung as your human fleshlight effectively amusing you.

“Yeah that feels so fucking good, Chaeyoung. You look so damn hot being used like this.” You said as your eyes rolled and your legs squatted to erratically impale into her mouth. The sensation is outstanding, her mouth sliding across your length while she is in air restriction makes you want to dominate her like this often.

You groped and massaged her breasts as you kept the speed, fucking her intensely just like how you did with her pussy and ass. The gags were astoundingly loud, followed by her quick pats on your thigh to announce her limit.

Few more strokes, you blasted one last load of creamy cum in her mouth before Chaeyoung shifted her body to allow her to swallow it all.

Some of it went flowing out on the corners of her lips, but she didn’t let every drop go to waste as she tasted them with her fingers. You tapped your cock on her tongue repeatedly before she gave you one last suck to clean the residue.

You went sitting on the floor, leaning your back on the side of the bed while Chaeyoung face was still upside down beside you, as she remained laying in reverse. You looked at each other and both smiled at whatever just happened.

“That was… damn, I didn’t know what came into me.” You chuckled. “Are you alright?”

“Definitely better.” Chaeyoung answered proudly. “I missed you being so rough at me..”

“So it was indeed planned.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry if I had to.” Chaeyoung apologized with pure sincerity. “I became horny out of nowhere and I craved for us to have sex.”

“And that’s what you thought to do? To insult me and cost me my match?”

She only gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry. But I swear, I don’t mean it at all.”

“No worries, it’s just a game, babe. I knew you did, actually I even saw it coming that you want my attention when you wore the clothes I bought for you. You looked so insatiable.” You kissed her on the cheek.

“Then I’ll wear that more often.” She grinned and winked. “Anyways, about your rank. I could help you if you want.”

“Wait but you’re already in mythical glory?”

“I can use my smurf account though. I’m in Epic there.”

Without any hesitation, you accepted the offer from your girlfriend. “Nice! Save me from my curse, please.” And Chaeyoung just laughed at your banter.

===OOO===

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With Bated Breath

Sylus x gn!Reader

Sometimes I think about their fucked up childhoods and have to cry in a corner about it

Based on this post

Warnings: fluff, light angst, sickfic, fever, cuddling, references to homelessness and death

Word Count: 829

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Sylus stirs awake, shifting where he lay on his stomach to watch what appears to be a blanket-monster approaching the bed. Quilts, furs, throws - gathered into one pile and now dropped to be on the unoccupied half of the bed. The person carrying them is gone before he can ask. He settles back into a comfortable position, stretched out like a cat in the sun, and quickly drifts off again.

He’s woken up again who-knows-how-long later. His heavy eyelids crack open to watch you, sitting on your knees on the bed with your back to him, shifting the pile of blankets and a series of pillows around as quietly as you can. With a cursory glance, he also notices the hoard of snacks, juice bottles and water bottles at the foot of the bed.

“What’re you doing, sweetie…?” he murmurs. His voice is low and raspy.

If you’re startled, you don’t show it as you look at him over your shoulder. “You’re sick.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “So you’ve decided to build a pillow fort while I sleep?”

You huff, feigning annoyance, but there’s something else beneath it. A softness at the edges, betraying genuine concern. It’s so hidden - shoved deep down beneath your usual façade of neutrality and disinterest. He can’t help wondering why.

You shift around the pillows some more, adjust a blanket here and there. It’s like watching a bird build a nest. When you’re finally satisfied with your handiwork, you open the blankets and sit back against the pillows, propped up against the headboard. You continue to hold the blankets open expectantly, nodding your head to your lap.

With nothing being explained to him at all, what more can he do besides follow what you want?

Grunting, he lifts himself up and crosses the distance, slipping under the blankets with you. Your lap acts as his pillow. You cover him with the blankets, tucking him in in a way completely foreign to him, carefully ensuring that he’s covered up to his neck and that no air can get in.

“You’re really doing all this just because I’m sick?”

You run your fingers through his hair. His back tenses, then relaxes, giving in to the sensation. It’s so easy to let go; hugging your waist, tucked in and warm, comfortable - he’s never been safer.

His hair is damp from sweat. His skin burns with fever. Goosebumps raise on his arms. You don’t seem deterred by any of it. You press your cool hands to his forehead and the back of his neck. Your fingers nimbly massage at his tense muscles. It’s hard to believe you’re capable of something so soft after the things he’s witnessed you do.

“I was worried,” you admit quietly.

He chuckles. It’s not as rich as usual, but it rumbles through him just the same; like thunder rolling over distant hills. “It’s just a cold, sweetie. I’ll be fine in a couple days.”

You’re silent. You scratch gently at the base of his scalp, drawing a sigh from the man. “Get some sleep.”

It’s an easy order to follow. You’ve managed to provide him all the comforts he could ever wish for. Admittedly, it’s a bit unusual for Sylus. He’s never been doted on like this. His whole life, he’s never really had someone to hold him or take care of him before. It seemed like such a weakness. Something left behind closed and locked doors, where no one can find him. He can see the appeal now.

In mere minutes, he’s dozing off. His breaths are even. The quiet rasp of each inhale and exhale fills the air. His mind teeters on the precipice of unconsciousness. Dreams and reality converge in a haze. The only thing that keeps him from slipping under is a voice, so soft and so unfamiliar it registers with the same level of danger as a high-level Wanderer sneaking up on him in the dark. Fortunately, his reflexes are slowed by his fever, because half a second later, he recognizes who’s speaking.

It’s you.

“Please don’t die…”

You whisper it into his hair with a light kiss, before it’s brushed away by your fingers. But you sound so… scared. Like a child. Like you’ve done this exact thing before - created a nest of blankets and a hoard of food and drinks, held someone in your arms… and they died.

You’d never admit it, if you did. That life is far behind, and you’d both promised that it will remain there. You’d never know his childhood and he’d never know yours. But he knows enough to guess.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t give away that he’s actually awake. Instead, under the pretense of stirring in his sleep, he holds you tighter, tucks himself closer, and stills with a sigh. He can only hope, as he finally falls into a world of dreams, that you do not anxiously wait with bated breath to make sure he makes it through.

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Pleasant torture | w.a

A/n: Hi guys, I'm back! I went through a crazy time at university, but now I've found inspiration thanks to the few-second trailer of Wednesday's second season cough cough chained to the wall cough cough.

My eyelids tremble as I try to open my eyes. A sharp pain pierces my wrists and ankles, forcing me to groan softly. I try to move, but the cold metal of the chains tightens around my skin, immobilizing me against the stone wall. My heart races.

Where am I? What happened to me?

I blink, trying to focus on the room. After a few attempts, I realize I’m in some kind of basement. The air is damp, filled with a metallic smell that promises nothing good. The only sound accompanying me is the rhythmic dripping of water falling from pipes suspended on the ceiling.

I clench my jaw and try to move, but a sharp pain tears a groan from me. I lower my gaze and notice the chains binding my wrists and ankles, my skin marked with red grooves and bruises. My breath becomes shorter as I realize I’m topless, covered only by a sports bra.

I furrow my brow.

Is this some kind of erotic game?

But the burning in my joints and the pressure in my chest tell me otherwise. With a burst of anger, I pull with all my strength on the chains, trying to free myself. The metal clinks, but doesn’t give way. Finally, my hands fall limply along the wall, devoid of strength.

It’s all useless.

A rustle makes me jump.

“You’re awake.”

The voice is cold, emotionless. I raise my gaze and my heart races in my chest. On the threshold of the room stands Wednesday Addams. Her unmistakable braids frame an impassive face, her black eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and sadistic pleasure. On her shoulder, Thing moves restlessly, its fingers tapping as if waiting for a command.

“Wednesday?” I whisper hoarsely, my throat dry from too long without speaking.

She crosses her arms and steps forward with slow, measured steps. Her back straight, her posture impeccable. Her eyes never leave mine, and every calculated move she makes sends a chill down my spine.

“I don’t know what you did… but it’s not what you think,” I stammer, trying to breathe deeply. I cling to the chains attempting to find a more comfortable position, resting my head against the cold wall.

Wednesday stops a few steps from me, her gaze inscrutable.

“We need to have a talk.”

The flat tone with which she says this tightens my stomach.

Thing slides to the ground and edges closer, awaiting an order. I swallow hard, struggling to keep my gaze locked with Wednesday’s. She seems amused by my effort, the corners of her mouth curling slightly into an almost smile.

Then, without warning, her fingers slide along my skin. A light, almost distracted touch, wandering aimlessly over my abdomen. The warmth of her hands contrasts with the cold metal on my limbs.

I hold my breath.

Her index finger stops under the edge of my top, the black nail pressing gently against the exposed skin. My body reacts before I do and a shiver runs down my spine.

I look away, staring at the floor to hide the blush rising on my cheeks.

Wednesday tilts her head slightly as if analyzing a new variable in the equation. Then, without saying a word, she takes a step back and turns her back to me, heading towards an old wooden table where several items are scattered.

“The end of the semester brought me an unexpected gift,” she says, running her fingers over a stack of papers. “A death threat. Directed at me.”

She slowly turns back toward me, her hands crossed behind her back.

“And I have reason to believe you’re responsible.”

Her words hit me like a punch.

I shiver, desperately trying to understand what she’s talking about.

“Wait… what?” I whisper, panic starting to rise in my chest. “I have nothing to do with this!”

Wednesday approaches again, her face impassive.

“We’ll see,” she murmurs. “I’ll make you talk. One way or another.”

And for the first time, fear truly grips me.

Wednesday approaches the table, picking up a stack of papers and flipping through them carefully. Her movements are precise, measured, like a surgeon preparing to cut into the flesh of the truth. The silence in the room becomes heavy, broken only by the dripping of water and the rapid beat of my heart.

“Do you know what makes an investigation fascinating?” she asks in a low voice, lifting her gaze to me. “Every detail matters. Every tiny action can betray a hidden intention.”

I swallow, my breath still uneven as I struggle to ignore the sharp sensation of the chains against my skin. “I don’t understand what you mean,” I try to retort but my voice sounds weaker than I would like.

Wednesday tilts her head, her calculating gaze piercing me like a sharp blade.

“Strange, because the facts tell a very clear story.”

She slides a sheet of paper toward me as if I could read it despite the distance. “You suddenly became close to Enid Sinclair in the last weeks of the semester. You barely interacted before, and then suddenly you were always by her side.”

My stomach tightens. Oh no.

“You gained her trust with casual conversations and suspicious attentions.”

I feel my face heat up. Suspicious? But I… I just wanted to know more about you.

Wednesday steps closer, arms crossed. “But it gets strange when you start getting too close to me. A hand on the shoulder, a touch on the wrist. Even trying to adjust my collar.”

“I… I didn’t—” I try to speak but she doesn’t give me space.

“An interesting strategy,” she continues, her tone cold. “Stay close to the designated victim, establish a bond, and then strike at the right moment.”

I shake my head quickly. “Wait, this doesn’t make sense!”

“Really?” Wednesday stops in front of me, her face inches from mine. My breath catches at the sight of her freckles and black eyes.

“Then explain why, the day before I received the threatening message, you borrowed a book on medieval toxicology from the library?”

How she know?!

“What?” I whisper, incredulous.

“And why, that evening, you snuck into my room while I was out?”

My heart skips a beat. “I didn’t—”

“Things saw you,” she interrupts me.

I snap my head toward the hand that now moves calmly next to Wednesday, its fingers tapping on the table as if to confirm her testimony.

I feel betrayed.

“Things…” I murmured, a lump in my throat. And to think we had become friends. He’d helped me with books, even pretended to cover for me when I took cookies from the kitchen outside of hours.

And now he was here. Against me.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense?” Wednesday crosses her arms and waits, her gaze impassive but with a gleam of triumph in her eyes.

I feel the heat rise to my face. The reason I got close to Enid wasn’t for a murderous plan. I just wanted to be closer to Wednesday. Enid was her best friend so I got close to her to understand Addams better, to have a reason to talk to her, to see if…

If I had any chance.

But I can’t tell her that. I can’t tell her that everything I did was because of a ridiculous crush on her. That I followed her, watched her and even spied on her not to hurt her, but because I liked her.

Wednesday waits. I remain silent.

The tension in the room becomes unbearable.

Wednesday tilts her head, observing me a if I were an unsolved riddle.

“Interesting,” she murmurs. “You don’t deny it, but you don’t defend yourself either. Is it because you’re guilty or because you’re hiding something even darker?”

I don’t respond. I can’t respond.

Thing approaches slowly, raising its fingers in a threatening gesture. I know what’s about to happen.

Wednesday lowers her gaze to him, then looks back at me. “Let the fun begin.”

The metallic sound of the knife being drawn from Wednesday’s jacket sends a chill down my spine, more than the cold of the room. The knife gleams under the dim light, sharp, precise, and the way she holds it—calm, measured—makes me realize it’s not just a threat.

I blink, my breath uneven.

Wednesday approaches with the usual exasperating slowness never taking her eyes off my face. “I want the truth,” she murmurs and her tone makes it clear she doesn’t plan to wait long.

The first touch of the blade on my skin is cold, almost delicate. It brushes my forearm, sliding slowly along my flesh without pressing. The shiver that runs through me isn’t just fear—it’s something deeper, more twisted.

I bite my lip, refusing to react.

“It’s not what you think,” I whisper, turning my gaze elsewhere.

The knife presses a little harder not enough to truly wound but enough to make my muscles tense. Wednesday notices. Her gaze is fixed on me, analyzing every movement, every broken breath.

“And what do you think I’m thinking?” she asks with an unnatural coldness.

I don’t respond.

She sighs softly, almost disappointed, and then—

A sudden burn.

A clean cut along my forearm. Not deep, but enough to draw a thin line of blood.

I flinch, but I don’t scream. I clench my jaw, breathing hard through my nose as the pain pulses under my skin.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” says Wednesday, almost bored. The blade now slides along my thigh, brushing the exposed skin. “Talk.”

I inhale sharply. “I…”

I can’t tell her. Not like this. Not now.

Another cut, this time on my thigh. Shorter, but sharper.

I lean slightly forward, tugging at the chains in an instinctive attempt to pull back, but it’s useless. Wednesday watches closely and I see it in her eyes: she wants to see how much I can endure.

“Still silent?”

I bite the inside of my cheek. The pain is uncomfortable, but not lethal. The problem is the heat building inside me, the storm of emotions I can’t control anymore.

The knife returns to my arm, grazing my skin with slow movements. Wednesday tilts her head. “If you’re not guilty, then what are you hiding?”

I close my eyes.

“It’s not what you think,” I whisper. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Prove it.”

The knife presses again, but this time it doesn’t cut. It’s waiting. It’s looking for that last push to make me break.

And then I give in.

“I got close to Enid to get closer to you.”

The silence explodes in the room.

I open my eyes, my heart is pounding like crazy. Wednesday is still, the knife still against my skin but she doesn’t move anymore.

I clench my fists. “It’s not a plan, it’s not a trick. It’s because…” I gasp for air. “Because I’m in love with you.”

The knife stops abruptly.

Her expression remains unreadable, Wednesday stays still. The knife still tightly gripped in her fingers but now not moving anymore.

But I notice something.

A tiny, imperceptible movement of her fingers around the handle of the knife. An unusual gesture for her.

And then… her voice.

“You went into my room.”

Her statement hits me like a sharp blow. I swallow, trying to maintain control.

“Wednesday, I—”

“The book.” She interrupts, her tone oddly measured. “Why?”

Her voice has a different shadow, something I can’t quite decipher. It’s only when my eyes shift just slightly to her face that I see it.

A hint of color on her cheeks.

My breath stops.

Wednesday Addams is… blushing?

It can’t be. It’s not possible.

My heart hammers in my chest but I try not to give myself away. If my confession has shaken her she’s hiding it damn well.

"I didn’t mean to—" I stop myself. I can’t lie to her. Not now. "I just wanted to understand more about you."

She tilts her head, like a raven eyeing its next prey. "And the book?"

I moisten my lips. "It was a gift. For you."

Another fraction of a second of silence.

Slowly, Wednesday lowers the blade and tucks it into her jacket. Her gaze is still fixed on me.

I feel my heartbeat quicken even more. What is she thinking?

"Things, out."

The Hand stiffens for a moment, almost hesitating, but then obeys hopping quickly out of the room. The door clicks shut, leaving us alone.

The silence becomes heavy.

Wednesday doesn’t move right away. Her gaze is pinned on me and for the first time, it’s not just hardness I see in her eyes. There’s something else. Something deeper.

Curiosity.

As if she’s studying an enigma she hadn’t anticipated.

I hold my breath as she takes a step forward. Then another. And another.

She stops so close that I can feel her breath brushing against my skin.

My heart races uncontrollably.

"Wednesday...?" My voice is a hesitant whisper.

She tilts her head slightly, scrutinizing me as if she’s still searching for an answer she can’t find.

And then it happens.

Light. Unexpected.

Her lips brush against mine.

A barely perceptible touch, almost exploratory. There’s no rush, no violence, just a gentle pressure, calculated, as if she wanted to test something.

My brain short-circuits.

What the hell is happening?!

A couple of minutes ago she was ready to tear my skin apart, to torture me for a truth she couldn’t see... and now she’s kissing me?

My breath hitches. My body is tense, chained not only to the wall but to her suffocating presence.

She pulls away just slightly, but not too much. Her eyes are scanning my face, almost waiting.

I swallow hard. "Have you lost your mind?"

Wednesday doesn’t answer immediately.

"I’m just looking for definitive proof," she whispers with calm cruelty.

And before I can understand what she means, she moves closer again.

The world around me seems to dissolve as Wednesday lifts both hands and cups my face between her cold, precise fingers. Her touch is surprisingly delicate but determined. She’s not giving me a choice.

Then her lips return to mine, but this time it’s different.

It’s no longer just a brush, a calculated test.

It’s hunger.

Her mouth moves with excruciating slowness, and then, without warning, I feel it. Her tongue brushes mine, exploring, provoking, pushing me beyond every limit of resistance. A shiver runs down my spine, my body burning for something I can’t stop.

Instinctively, I try to move my hands, to grab her, to respond to the fire that’s consuming me, but the chains around my wrists keep me anchored to the wall. Frustration mixes with desire, making everything even more intense.

Wednesday doesn’t stop. She deepens the kiss, her fingers pressing harder against my skin, her thumbs brushing my face with an almost obsessive care. Every movement of her tongue sends me into a frenzy, and I find myself reciprocating without hesitation, completely surrendering to the moment.

Oxygen becomes secondary. Time no longer exists.

When she finally pulls away, a thin thread of saliva still connects our lips for a moment before breaking. I’m breathless, my cheeks on fire, my heart pounding in my chest like a mad drum.

Wednesday watches me with those dark eyes, analyzing every detail of my face, and the silence between us becomes deafening.

Then, with her usual, unsettling calm, she speaks the words that send me deeper into chaos.

"You’re red, your heart is beating fast and your pupils are dilated." She tilts her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with cruel intelligence. "You’re not lying."

What the hell?!

[currentfandomkick]

Is it bad i kind of want Jazz to drag everyone else attempting serious calls to the JL into a meeting and they straight up send a whole video with evidence only for it to end with her parents breaking in, a lot of ‘fucking Fenton adults’ commentary the cameras caught with her parents shooting and it Clearly Injuring Someone (i’m thinking second degree burns minimum) with Jazz snapping at her parents?

Maybe have Dash snag the camera and dropping it as ‘hi Phantom!’ Fanboy kicks in as Phantom is seen shushing a glowing green… tank sized angry dog, clearly trying to separate Floating Meta from the Fenton Parents.

Phantom is seen getting said pooch to chill out, shrink down and carried around like a purse dog while Phanton is shushing the pup with baby talk and asking why this many people are here.

Dash just says ‘oh, Jazz wanted to try and get you help for the ghosts and the hunters after you.’

Phantom, humming. ‘That would require them to use their brain. Yes it would, and if they call reports pranks, then they pranks! Yes they do!’

‘… does this have something to do with the scary clock guy screaming about ‘the Allen line is a blight to his existence and stories’ last week?’

‘Eh? One of us tries to respect privacy, and we all know clocky’s biggest rivals in voyuerism is the eyeball brigade.’

‘Tried to End you again?’

‘You’d think after the fifth failed assassination, they’d stop, ya know? hey, i gotta go before Red comes for Cujo—let me know how this pans out—are they threatening to make the town hop dimensions. Again?’

Dash turning the camera to the Fenton Parents being scolded by a pissed off Jasmine Fenton.

“And another thing! All future dimensions hops are to be cleared by the town or Phantom in an emergency!”

“Must i be a part of your mortal family drama?”

“Yes!” “No!” “Spook!”

“Yeah, i’m dipping. Tell Danny the upgrades worked like a charm on the thermos!”

“Wait a minute—give that to me! Technus right?”

“…yes and you are not giving him to Foley again. I don’t care about the bet and fifty years of service, that can be done after death and when this guy is not trying to take over the internet the wrong way. Go viral like the rest of us and then i’ll leave him to it.”

“No, if we send him in the thermos to the JLA maybe they can help!”

“No, they made their bed. If they want pranks, they will be gifted pranks. Maybe they’ll realize we aren’t lying. Or not—other than a few assholes things are mostly under casual chaos and frankly i dont want whatever the GIW got going on to spread, ya know?”

“Phantom i can and will tell Sam.”

“And? She’s liminal and not suicidal.”

“She is murder-y,” Dash muttered under his breath.

“About why you can understand animals?”

“Here’s the thermos, i am keeping my dog and please leash the town’s pet mad occulists.”

“Scientists!”

“You’re too colorful for science. Plus i have seen the wards on your home.”

“They never hurt to add!” jack yelled at Phantom flew off. “Now Jazzy-pants, give us the ghost!”

“Nope. This is for the JLA. He should arrive in a week, his name is Technus and he is a ghost that likes to try taking over the world in a looneytunes fashion mostly as he likes finding new ways to use technology. If you need to, trap him in a glitch and call Danny Fenton. Phantom likes to steal his phone.”

“He does what!”

“I told you to just get Phantom a second line. Its not his fault he’s an alternate Danny that died.”

“Phatom is WHAT!”

End of video.

JL member watching did flag it as possible worry.

Booster and Ted Kord see it and go ‘ph, that’s a Baby Danny Schordinger. He shows up at the Time Police’s place on occasion to yell at us and other agents. What do you mean he’s a prank? He mostly calls everyone out on an embodiment of Timelines’s behalf and delivers lectures for it. What do you mean—what do you mean prank calls?’

Like let these two be the ones to connect dots and poke the JLD with ‘so an embodiment of the timeline has this kid we call Danny Schrödinger. He may have called for help with his non-existent town. Which may have been dropped into out universe and timeline or be a pocket dimension city—unclear—but uh. Ghosts are involved. And the JL now has a ghost in a thermos on the space station. Help.’

The Justice League originally got a ton of emergency calls and emails from Amity Park: a town that doesn't currently exist on any sort of database, record set, and can't be traced at all. So the JL decides to ignore them.

This turns out to be a bad decision because now the calls and emails (including personal contact info) turned into a never ending, untraceable virus of a white haired teenagers parody of Rick Astleys Never Gonna Give You Up.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - 420.

Warning : death, blood, drugs.

Genre : angst ?

Synopsis : “thanos’s bf also ends up in the games and like during red light green light, thanos still doesnt notice him and he’s like high outta his mind too. and you know how this mofo was literally pushing people during it? so i was thinking that’d he’d like trip his bf (still doesnt realize that it’s his bf) and the situation is kinda like how ali saved gi-hun from getting eliminated in the first ssn during red light green light, but someone (u can pick cus idk who 😭) ends up saving thanos’s bf like ali did. and like when it turns green light thanos realizes that he almost killed his own bf and idk like what happens after that 😭😭” - anon

Reader : male (he/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // pt.2 Fuck 388. // I’m scared I hope it’s good 😥

“A bee ?!” 196 screamed, vividly moving and jumping as she turned around before calming down. “Crap, I just moved.”

Hah ! She lost the game. No money for her !

Thanos wanted to laugh, but before he could a sniper had shot her in the head, her blood splattering his face. He looked at her body as she fell to the ground immediately.

The man from before yelled again to not move, to stay still.

Thanos was beginning to panic, horrified.

“Player 196, eliminated.”

He looked at her, blood accumulating on the sandy ground, the bee she got scared of on her cheek.

He heard a woman scream near him, then another gunshot, followed by sounds of rushed footsteps and more gunshots. But he didn’t look at the mess, his eyes remained fixated on the girl, her forehead, the bullet hole, blood seeping out, endless.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck !

“Let me repeat. You can move forward while the tagger shouts ‘Green light, red light’. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

A round passed and no one had moved, too scared. Everyone was waiting for something to happen or for it to end, completely forgetting about the timer running.

Green light.

Still no movements. Except from Thanos who quickly opened his sweatshirt and grabbed his cross, freezing right as he was about to open it.

Red light.

His heart was pounding, breathing shakily and unevenly. As his eyes were on his cross, he could still see 196, her eyes were open, empty, dead.

Maybe if he hadn’t said there was a bee she would still be alive ?

Green light.

Again, no one moved except 456, now standing before everyone else.

Quickly Thanos opened the cross and took one of the colored pills inside, popping it in his mouth, chewing it before rapidly swallowing.

Red light.

456 yelled something again.

Everyone listened, all waiting for the green light, ready to move forward.

Thanos had calmed down, the sun was bright and warm, and it felt like the colors were diffusing in the air whenever his eyes moved no matter where he looked. He felt so light.

The blood trickling from 196’s forehead looked so colorful he almost got thirsty looking at it dripping down.

And was there music playing ?

Green light.

This time everyone moved, quickly forming lines as they hid behind each other, following closely the person before them.

They managed to take a few more steps before freezing.

Red light.

Thanos was fully relaxed by now, even finding the situation fun. His hands began to itch him, fingers wiggling as he hid behind people, an idea plaguing his mind.

He pushed the person before him, and then there were three people on the ground. He smiled as they looked at him in confusion and horror, their scream quickly being cut off by a bullet in the head.

“Ding ~”

Green light.

He was the first to move, jumping with his arms in the air, and the last to stop. Always finding the right timing. He was careless, skipping and dancing. Heel clicking.

Red light.

He froze arms in the air, some people hiding behind him. He should move next round so they wouldn’t be able to stay hidden.

His hands began to itch again. Thinking about only one thing.

He looked around, the colors blurring together the more his eyes moved, making it harder to read the number on people’s back. Surely there must be an interesting number.

Green light.

He remained still as he looked around himself, quickly spotting player 420 not too far from him. Hah !

“Oh yeah, you’ll fucking do.” He said, laughing to himself, rushing toward the player. Leaving the people he covered on their own. As he hid behind 420, he pushed the person hiding right behind him, making them…

Red light.

…fall.

Gunshot.

Dead.

Thanos’ heart was pounding, standing right behind the man, hands itching more and more, he couldn’t help but shake his hands behind him, a weak attempt to get rid of the invasive feeling overtaking his body.

He couldn’t stop giggling quietly.

Green light.

The man moved, jumping over a corpse and running for a few seconds as Thanos did the same. Right as 420 slowed down to freeze for the red light, Thanos pushed him with strength, sending him forward.

420 cursed as he tripped, flailing his arms as he was about to eat dirt, but another player yanked him back up just in time, 420 hit against the other player before grabbing onto him to not fall over and stay still.

Red light.

Fuck, he had pushed him too early.

Thanos rolled his eyes, biting his tongue, upset that his plan didn’t work this time. Maybe he could push the two ? He smiled, hands moving toward them, the itching starting again.

“Subong ?”

His eyes widened as he heard his name. He looked at the two players in front of him, 388 and- you ? What were you doing here ? When did you turn into 420 ?

Fuck.

His stomach dropped.

You looked at him with a shocked look before frowning, hurt, mad. This fucking bitch ! Your mouth opened, ready to curse him out.

Thanos was barely understanding what was happening.

“Babe ?” He whispered, trying to make sure it was really you and not a hallucination.

“Why did you-”

Green light.

“Run.” 388 told you, letting go of you and moving away. But instead of doing what the man told you, you stayed where you were, grabbing Thanos by the collar, pulling him up slightly, forcing him to stand on his toes.

“Why did you fucking push me, dickhead ?!” You yelled as he placed his hands on yours.

“I’m so sorry ! I didn’t know it was you !”

Red light.

“I’m so gonna kill you.” You glared at him.

Thanos was never scared of you. But at this moment, his heart was pounding, he was sure you were gonna push him to his death. But instead you stayed still, holding him tightly.

Were you hesitating ?

Green light.

“We can go.” He said, patting your hands, signaling you to move with a nervous smile.

“Pull that shit once more…”

“I won’t ! I get it ! Come on…”

You let go of him only to grab his hand, pulling him with you before slowing down and freezing.

Red light.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, eyes looking at you. You could feel his thumb press against your skin gently, anxiously.

“Shut up.” You whispered back, tightly holding him.

You continued like this till you reached the finish line, hands on your knees as you tried to calm yourself. You were shaking, breathing loudly.

You were alive.

“Babe, I’m sorry.” Thanos said, approaching you, a hand rubbing your back.

“Go away.”

“Come on… You know I never would’ve pushed you.”

You straightened up, hitting his arm, making him stumble in surprise.

“You fucking bitch ! Why the fuck are you going around fucking pushing people ?! Huh ?” You hit his arm once more. “What’s wrong with you ?!” And once again.

“I said I’m sorry !” He grabbed your hand before you could hit him again, squeezing and rubbing it gently.

“I fucking hate you.” You sighed, rubbing your face with your other hand, trying to calm yourself.

“Sorry.” Thanos pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you but you dodged him.

“Don’t push your luck.” You said, walking away, looking at the people still in the game. They were so close, but time was running out.

“Baaabe.” Thanos whined, following you.

Then, you noticed a man, 444, on the ground, shot in the leg, crying for help.

You wondered why he wasn’t killed like the others.

“He’s so gonna die.” Thanos said, standing next to you. You ignored him.

Suddenly, a player rushed to 444 before freezing. It was 456.

You looked at him, amazed.

Then a woman came to help, allowing them to cross the line 1 second before it was too late.

You let out an impressed chuckle, smiling. They were so cool. Thanos rolled his eyes.

Your smile quickly fell at the sound of a gunshot, 444 dropping to the ground, bullet in his head.

Oh.

You looked at Thanos with a glare.

“What ? Not my fault !” He defended himself, hands on his chest.

You rolled your eyes.

Quickly the armed guards regrouped everyone, forming a line with Thanos behind you.

As you walked out of the field you looked at all the bodies covering the ground, sprinkled everywhere. You could’ve been with them, laying inert, lifeless. Thank god that man saved you. What number was he again ?

As you walked down the narrow corridors in silence, Thanos poked your shoulder.

“What are you doing here anyway ?”

“Debts. Why do you think we’re here ?”

“Wait. You have debts ?” He was surprised, you never spoke about it.

“You have debts ?” You imitated him, looking him up and down before continuing walking. “Mister one point nineteen billion won.”

You didn’t know he did too, until he appeared on the screen earlier as they announced how much he owed.

He chuckled, rubbing your shoulders, and sighed.

“Ah, it’s not like that.” Then replied before realizing something. “You didn’t tell me either, anyway.”

“I guess we’re even then. Oh, wait no !” You looked at him, wide eyed. “You almost killed me !” You chuckled dryly.

“Oh, come on, I told you I was sorry !”

“Oh, well, everything is fine then. I apologize for my outburst.” You replied before punching his arm.

“Stop hitting me ! Come on !”

Thanos sighed, he had fucked up big time.

He truly was sorry, really. Why won’t you just forgive him, he didn’t mean to almost kill you. Don’t you believe him ?

He sat in the lobby in front of you, sniffing and fidgeting, his comedown was slowly creeping on him.

“Are you alright ?” A guy with long-ish hair asked, sitting to his right.

“Don’t worry.” Thanos replied, waving his hand. “I’m okay.”

You sighed, patting his head gently from behind.

“Fucking asshole.” You mouthed, looking at him. Though you were still mad, your heart tugged at his state. You’ve seen him like that enough times to know it wasn't very pleasant or a fun thing to experience.

He leaned against you, his back hitting your folded legs as he rested there. Your hand was still in his hair, trying to soothe him.

Then the lights were turned on, a group of masked men entering with guns.

People quickly reacted, trying to hide behind others or under the beds. You just stared at them, wide eyed, surprised.

“Congratulations for making it through the first game.” One of the masked men said with a square on his face. “Here are the results of the first game.”

On the screen, the number 456 began to change, counting down rapidly till it reached 365 as the masked man continued to speak.

Suddenly an old woman walked to the front, holding a younger man, begging to spare their lives, promising to pay her son’s debts. And rapidly more people began to join them, begging on their knees.

“Close 3 of the consent form !” A man yelled from the back, silence falling, everyone looking at him.

456. The man who tried to save 444. The man who yelled about dying at the beginning of the game.

“‘The games may be terminated upon a majority vote.’ Correct ?” He walked to the front, confident.

That’s right, they spoke about it earlier, you’ve even read it on the paper you had signed.

“That is correct.” The masked man replied with a nod.

“Then let us take a vote, right now.”

“Of course. We respect your freedom of choice.”

Quickly people sighed in relief, and so did you. Your head fell back, heart racing. You could get out of here. You closed your eyes.

“But first, let me announce the prize amount that’s been accumulated.”

What ? You reopened your eyes, looking at the square guy.

The lights dimmed down, and from the ceiling, an empty glass piggy came down and then, stacks of money fell into it.

Quickly, everyone gathered together, Thanos and you walking toward it as well to have a better view.

“The number of players eliminated in the first game is 91. Therefore, a total of 9.1 billion won has been accumulated.” The masked man said.

You were shocked, all that money and it didn’t even fill half of the piggy.

“If you quit the game now, the 365 of you can equally divide the 9.1 billion won and leave with your share.”

“How much is that ?” A man asked.

“Each person’s share would be 24,931,500 won.”

“Fuck. We almost died and they’re giving us 24 million.” Said the guy who spoke to Thanos earlier, running his hands through his hair. “That’s fucking bullshit...”

“20 million ?” Your boyfriend asked, confused before continuing, now frustrated. “You said 45.6 billion !”

“The rule is that a million hundred won will be accumulated for each eliminated player. If you choose to play the next game and more players get eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly.”

“So we can take a vote again and decide to leave after the next game ?” Another man asked.

“As promised in the consent form, you can take a vote after each game and decide to leave with the prize money accumulated up to that point. We always prioritize your voluntary participation. Now, let’s begin the vote.” Replied the masked man as the door behind him opened to install a box with two buttons.

After a few minutes, the man spoke again.

“If you wish to continue the games, press the O button. If you wish to end them, press the X button. The vote will be held in reverse order of your player numbers. Player 456.”

You looked at the man who slowly walked toward the buttons, choosing X without hesitation.

Thanos scoffed before turning to you, leaning closer.

“No way I’m getting out with only that.” He pointed to the piggy by the ceiling. You looked at him with a glare. “What ? You’re gonna pick X ?”

“Fuck yeah, I wanna live.”

“I thought you were here because you had debts too ?”

“I don’t wanna go through more near death experiences.” You replied, squinting your eyes, shaking your head.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. Come on.”

“Right.”

He sighed, looking back in front of him, watching the people vote one by one.

When your number was called, you slowly made your way toward the machine. Mind racing, thinking about Thanos’ words and all the money you owed. Maybe you should stay ? One more game ? Just one ?

You stared at the two buttons, heart racing.

“If you wish to continue the games, press the O button. If you wish to end them, press the X button.” Repeated the square guard.

You looked away and closed your eyes, your hands touching both buttons.

“O !” You heard Thanos yell.

“Shut up !” You yelled back, pressing X immediately.

You took the red patch they gave you, sticking it on your chest before turning around, walking toward all the other Xs. You knew Thanos was looking at you, disappointed. But you didn’t bother to look back at him, showing him your back as you stood with the other Xs.

[onebadassunicorn]

Love Lies

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: pining, angst, talk of death

word count: 1.3k

Taglist @motheroffae @tele86 @sinfully-yoursss @kathren1sky-blog @demon-master-zero @sillyfreakfanparty @phoenix666stuff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Chapter 9

Hewn City had never felt more endless, more unforgiving. Each alley, each shadowed street, each hidden corner led to nothing. It had been weeks, and the weight of failure settled like a noose around their necks.

Azriel was coming undone.

He had scoured every tavern, pleasure hall, inn, and gambling den in the city. He had shaken down criminals, bribed informants, and threatened anyone who refused to talk. His shadows had moved through the filth and darkness, but they had returned with nothing.

Lucien had abandoned any remaining hope of keeping his temper in check, going as far as breaking a male’s wrist when he refused to answer his questions.

Cassian was exhausted, his anger brewing with each wasted night. Even Rhysand, usually the one to keep his cool, had begun to fray at the edges, his power pressing into the city like a growing storm.

Then—

A lead came through.

Azriel’s spy appeared in the middle of the night, a hooded male with shaking hands, eyes darting to Azriel like he knew the news he was about to deliver would be the difference between salvation and complete ruin.

“I found her.”

Everything stopped.

Azriel’s heart nearly gave out. Cassian’s wings flared, Lucien’s eye burned, and Rhysand went still as death.

“Where?” Azriel breathed, his hands trembling.

The spy swallowed hard. “She’s been staying at Warlock Alatar’s home.”

The name sent a ripple of unease through the group.

Alatar.

A warlock feared for his power—one who didn’t operate by moral laws or boundaries. One who traded in secrets and dark magic, whose price was always unknown until it was too late.

Azriel’s chest tightened painfully.

The spy continued, “He picked her up out of the alley and healed her. She’s been there since. She’s… resting. Still healing.”

Lucien stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “Has he performed any magic on her yet?”

The spy hesitated. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “But given how long she’s been recovering, I’d assume not. No fae body could endure something like that without being fully healed first.”

A small flicker of relief bloomed in Azriel’s chest—but it was short-lived.

The spy’s face darkened. “But… she’s been there for a while now.” His throat bobbed. “Which means the day could come soon. If you’re going to make a move, you need to do it quickly.”

The tension in the dimly lit inn was already suffocating, but when the spy hesitated, shifting uncomfortably, it became unbearable.

Azriel, who had been bracing himself against the wooden table, his shadows restless around him, stilled.

“What is it?” Rhys asked, his violet eyes narrowing.

The spy exhaled sharply, avoiding Azriel’s piercing gaze. “I don’t think she knows what she’s agreed to.”

Lucien’s russet eye flickered with worry. “Meaning?”

The spy swallowed hard. “Alatar’s price,” he said carefully. “It’s always the same.” He looked at each of them in turn, his voice grave. “He doesn’t take gold, or favors, or even blood. He takes power.”

A long, heavy silence filled the room.

The spy shifted again, his fingers trembling. “He absorbs the powers of those who seek his help. Completely. Permanently. He strips them bare—and takes their magic for himself.”

Azriel’s chest constricted violently, the air around him thickening as his shadows turned frantic, curling around his boots like a storm barely restrained.

Rhys’s expression darkened. “And what happens to them after?”

The spy hesitated again. “One of two things,” he finally admitted. “Most of them… die.”

Azriel’s vision blurred, his breath catching in his throat.

Cassian cursed under his breath, his fists clenching on the table.

Lucien’s jaw locked, his golden eye flashing in a way that reminded Azriel of a predator ready to rip into its prey. “And the ones who don’t?”

The spy licked his lips, his voice dropping lower. “They become human.”

The words were like a shockwave through the room.

Azriel felt the blood drain from his face. His pulse roared in his ears, a dizzying wave of horror washing over him.

You would lose everything.

Your strength.

Your power from the Dawn Court.

Your immortality.

You would waste away, a mere mortal in a world where you had once thrived.

Azriel’s shadows lashed against the walls, the furniture creaking beneath the weight of his unraveling restraint. His body shook, his mind whirling with the implications of it.

You were so close to making a mistake you could never undo.

You would wake up, weak, vulnerable—human—and by then, it would be too late.

Rhys closed his eyes briefly, pained. “She doesn’t know,” he said softly, almost to himself.

Lucien let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Of course she doesn’t. Why would he tell her? She’s desperate. That bastard is waiting for her to be healed just enough to strip her of everything.”

Azriel felt like he was going to be sick.

You had already thought you were nothing.

He had made you feel like nothing.

And now, you were about to make a choice that could erase your entire existence.

Because of him.

His hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood.

“No,” he whispered, his voice deadly quiet, lethal with emotion.

Lucien’s golden eye snapped to him, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

“I won’t let her do this,” Azriel murmured, his breath shaking as he tried to reel himself in, to breathe past the agony threatening to drown him.

Cassian watched him carefully. “Az—”

“I let her go once,” Azriel cut in, his throat tight, his voice like a blade honed with grief and rage. “I won’t let her go again.”

Lucien's hands wrapped around the glass of whiskey that he had barely touched, his golden eye staring blankly into the swirling amber liquid.

He had led you to this.

He had told you about the warlocks.

When you had first come to him, broken, exhausted, a mere ghost of the person you once were, he had never imagined you would actually go through with it.

Even then, he had hoped—prayed—that after you left his home, you would return to Velaris. That you would speak to Rhys and Feyre, that you would ask about the Cauldron and find a less dangerous way to sever the bond if you still truly wanted to.

But something had gnawed at him in the hours after you left.

Something wrong.

It was the way you had spoken.

The way you had held yourself—so empty, so lost, so past the point of caring whether you lived or died.

It wasn’t until you were gone that he had realized just how serious you were.

Lucien clenched his jaw, his stomach twisting with guilt.

He should have stopped you.

He should have never told you about the warlocks, about their power, about what they were capable of.

When he had first mentioned them, it had been with the offhanded expectation that you wouldn’t actually consider it.

That you would hear the risks, the dangers, the impossible price and think, No, that’s too far.

But he had been wrong.

So wrong.

Because by the time he had fully understood, by the time the realization had slammed into him like a freight train, you were gone.

That had been the moment he knew.

That had been the moment he had dropped everything, left Vassa and Jurian behind, and set off to find you.

And now, sitting here in this dingy Hewn City tavern, learning that you were on the verge of making a mistake you could never undo—

He wanted to punch himself in the godsdamned face.

His hands tightened into fists.

He had done this.

He had pointed you to your own destruction.

And the worst part?

He understood why.

Lucien had spent years living with the bond to Elain, waiting, hoping, that she would turn to him one day, that she would see him for who he was, for what they could be together.

And every day that she didn’t—

Every day that she had chosen Azriel instead—

Had been torture.

So when you had told him you wanted to be free—truly free—he had seen himself in you.

He had seen that same hopelessness, that same desperation to escape something that felt like a cage rather than a gift.

And that was why he had told you.

Because he got it.

Because he had thought, Maybe she just needs to know she has options. Maybe she just needs to hear that it’s possible, that she isn’t trapped.

He had never thought you would actually do it.

He should have known better.

Because he knew you weren’t just talking about breaking the bond—

You were talking about breaking yourself.

Lucien squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling sharply, his heart pounding with regret.

And now—

Now you were in the hands of a warlock who would take everything from you.

Now you were about to lose your power, your immortality, your very essence—and you didn’t even know it.

Lucien opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and slammed his drink back onto the table.

He turned to Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian, his face set with determination and fury.

“We find her,” he said, voice like steel. “We pull her out of there before it’s too late. But we’d better hurry. Because the moment she’s strong enough, she’s gone.”

Gone.

Either dead or human.

And either way—

Azriel would have lost you forever.

He couldn’t let you go through with this.

He wouldn’t.

Even if it meant burning down the whole city for you.

Lucien leaned forward, his expression deadly serious. “We need to be careful. We don’t know how much of her mind he’s influenced already. For all we know, he’s been whispering things into her head, convincing her this is what she wants.”

Azriel’s stomach churned. He closed his eyes briefly, swallowing hard, as they leaned over the table, planning their approach.

Azriel’s hands braced against the wood, his shadows whipping violently around the room.

“We need to get her out of there today,” he said, his voice low, rough, almost desperate.

Cassian nodded. “Obviously. But Alatar is not someone we can just storm in and fight. That house will be warded as hell.”

Rhys was already shifting into High Lord mode, his expression becoming something steely, calculating. “If we go in recklessly, he’ll see us coming. Alatar’s home will be woven with powerful magic, barriers that would need to be weakened before we could get in. I can disable the wards, but once they are down, Azriel, you must move quickly because I don’t know how long I can keep them down.”

Cassian agreed, nodding his head, his fists still clenched. “We need a way to lure Alatar out or force him to divert his attention while Azriel moves in to extract her.”

Lucien nodded once. “I can do that.

Azriel’s hands shook as they finalized their plan.

If they were too late—

If Alatar had already begun the ritual—

He had been so close to losing you forever.

And now, he would do whatever it took to get you back.

Even if he had to kill a warlock to do it.

Chapter 10

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 34. About Damn Time

Summary: I think the banner and title speak for itself.

A/N: I’m yet again lost for words. ANOTHER BONUS POST?!? Though you guys couldn’t have timed this better, because some of you definitely need it after the last one.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Pet Names. Oral (M receiving). Fingering. Unprotected Sex (P in V).

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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I gasp as Garrick pushes me back against the door, shutting it with a loud bang that doesn’t deter either of us as he pins me against it. His lips find my neck as he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin, my fingers tightening on his shoulder and hair.

Gods it felt like my body was on fire. Felt like Garrick was everywhere. Which considering his build, he pretty much was. Especially with my legs wrapped around his waist, his large body pressing against mine. My body arching off the door into his as he nips at the sensitive skin below my ear, my hips grinding against his.

His body rumbles as he growls at the movement, his hands gripping my ass with a strength that I know will leave marks tomorrow. “Gods, you keep that up and I’ll be done before I get inside you.” He groans against my neck.

With his head buried in my neck he can’t see the smirk that I don’t hold back just before I grind my hips on his again. His hands tightening to a death grip on my thighs as I gasp out from the pain. My lips barely part before his are back on mine, the kiss is carnal and raw, as if Garrick has fully let his control slip.

I gasp into the kiss as Garrick reaches between us, pushing the skirt apart at the seem before pulling my underwear aside as he plunges two of his fingers inside me.

I tug on his hair harder than I intend to, his groan rumbling through his body. His fingers pump in and out, stretching me as he curls his fingers inside. My head rolls back against the door as I break the kiss, gasps and moans falling from my lips.

“Come on little flower, fall apart.” He whispers huskily as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb.

I make the mistake of looking down at him into his blown out eyes. I can barely see the hazel colouring around the edges. But I can see how far gone he is. How much he’s enjoying this. How much he wants this.

The feeling inside me builds rapidly as he increases the pace and pressure of his fingers. The fleeting thought of how many other girls before me is the reason he’s so good enters my mind. And as if he can sense it, he grasps the back of my head and pulls me down to him as his lips claim mine. With a final curl of his fingers I come undone around his fingers as I cling on him.

“That’s it.” He minutes against my lips as mine part in a silent cry as I tremble in his arms. “Good girl.”

He chuckles as I tighten around his fingers at his words. And I know it won’t be the last time I hear him use those words on me. I whimper as he removes his fingers from me, pulling me tightly against him as he walks us back towards his bed. Which I note is far larger than mine. Either due to being a second year, or how big he is. Either way, we wouldn’t have fit in my tiny bed. I’d have to pretty much climb him like a tree to sleep.

Garrick places my feet on the ground, spinning me around as he is fingers make quick work of the corseted top. The material falls away with in seconds, and I can’t deny I’m impressed by the speed. His hands are quick to grasps my breast, kneading them in his hands as he pulls my back flush against his chest. I now note the leather from his flight jacket is missing. When the hell did he remove that?

I spin around, grabbing the bottom of his shirt which Garrick rips from my hands as he pulls it over his head. My hands fall to his flight pants, undoing the buttons as quickly as I can, but it’s hard when I keep fumbling with them. God dammit. Finally I get them undone, looking up at Garrick who looks like it’s taking all his willpower to hold back. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. I smirk up at him as I start to push down his pants, pulling his underwear down as I kneel on the ground in front of him. Now the multiple fingers he used earlier made sense. So much sense. I feel Garrick reach for me, obviously hesitant to let me do what I’d planned due to his size. It was definitely…. intimidating.

I reach up and wrap my fingers around his thick length, Garrick moaning at my touch as I stroke my thumb over the tip of his length. I look up watching as Garrick squeeze his eyes shut, watching his control slip, watching him loose himself to pleasure. Garrick’s hips buck into my hand as I swirl my tongue around his tip, a groan that vibrates through him into me makes me desire flare. I want him. All of him. And here he was at my mercy. I wrap my mouth fully around him, his fingers tangling in my hair, clearly torn between pulling me off him or letting go. Every bob of my head has him gasping and trembling.

”Fuck me.” He moans out, tugging at my hair again.

I remove my mouth from him but continue using my hands. “Pretty sure I already am.” I tease.

I yelp as he grasps my arms, pulling me off him and back to my feet. “Were only getting started little flower.”

His mouth claims mine again as he kicks off his boots and pants, his hands making fast work of zipper holding the skirt in place, dragging it from my body with my underwear. Without breaking the kiss, he picks me up by my thighs, walking us over to his bed before throwing me down on my back and kneeling between my spread legs. Gods, I could almost swear I had died and gone to Malek with the sight before me. I’d always found Garrick attractive. But having him kneel between my legs… Gods, that was a sight I never wanted to forget. Looking at me like a starved man, like I am the only thing he’s ever going to want or need.

He grips my hips, dragging me down the bed to him, the tip of his cock rubbing against my entrance. I gasp at the feeling, my hips bucking up to meet his, earning me one of his smirks that I’ve grown to love. I cry out, grasping the sheets below me in my hands as he pushes inside, gasping at the fit and the stretch.

”Oh gods,” I cry out, Garrick chuckling above me as I adjust to him.

Once full sheathed and rolls his hips against mine, a sinful moan escaping my lips is all it takes for him to roll his hips against mine again and again. His hands grasping the back of my thighs as he pushes my legs against my chest. Gods, I was not going to last long, and I can tell with the groan the rumbles through Garrick he won’t either.

I'm a whimpering and moaning mess as Garrick continues to rock his hips back and forth. Each thrust hitting the perfect spot. The coil inside my tightening and threatening to unravel at any moment. His hands move to my hips, raising them up as he rests me against his thighs. I get a moment of rest as he stops, grasping my legs as he pulls them from his chest to rest them against his chest, his shoulders resting against the back of my knees. "Hold on tight little flower." He warns, before he slams his hips against mine. "Fuck!" I cry out, the new position and angle causing Garrick to reach a whole new spot. My hands fisting the sheets tightly as I struggle to keep a grasp on reality. His pace is brutal and relentless, struggling to keep my eyes open as they roll into the back of my head from the intense feeling. It's not long before the coil unravels. I cry out as I tumble over the edge, Garrick mumbling profanities as I clamp around him, my whole body trembling beneath him. His hips slam harder into mine as he leans into my, my knees touching my chest. After a few more thrust he cries out as his body shudders above me before falling forward and bracing himself with a hand next to my head. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at me, both of us breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath. He rolls to the side, grabbing my arm and leg, pulling me with him as he cradles me against his side. His fingers skimming up and down my side as I rest my head against his chest.

”That was….” I start, not sure what to say next.

”Well over due.” He teases, muttering a quiet ‘ow’ as I smack his chest lightly. “I’m not wrong.”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see my face. I couldn’t deny he was wrong. There had always been this tension between us. A tension I was not willing to test till he was prepared to fully give himself to me. And with the way he stood up to my father had more than proven that.

”Thank you.” I say softly, as I run my fingers over the defined muscle of his stomach.

”For what?” He asks, shifting his head to look down at me.

I angle my head to look up at him. “For not giving up on my stubborn ass.”

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[lyculuscaelus]

Ok now maybe imagine if it didn’t take too long for Odysseus to finish the oar quest as instructed by Teiresias, say, a year or two (maybe three but tops I swear) from when he sailed from Ithaca to the mainland and went all the way northwards, until he at last finished the ritual and then returned once more back to his homeland.

It wasn’t a woeful journey, this time—just receiving Xenia from different cities, meeting some old faces and new faces (cue Acarnan and Amphoterus sons of Alcmaeon in Acarnania; maybe catching up with his brother-in-law Alyzeus in the city of Alyzia; maybe visiting Amphilochus in Amphilochia cuz why not; maybe helping out a young Thesprotian prince Polypoetes son of Pheidon the deceased king in a war and having to sign an adoption contract), disguising as an old man, lying his way northward—“hey look I’m just a simple Cretan but I can tell you about Odysseus if you want” (turns out all those non-Homeric traditions are stories Odysseus in disguise told to those Epirotes along the way), maybe all the way to Buthrotum where Helenus and Andromache welcomed him unaware of his identity (as he yapped about how he was a Ciconian whose hometown Ismarus was destroyed by cruel Odysseus as he was brought along the way until getting marooned in Thrinacia and something something Phoenicians and stuff) as they traded stories and ended up lamenting the fall of Troy and talking shit on Odysseus—including Odysseus himself (“fun,” says Odysseus as he continues throwing slanders on himself, “now shall I tell you how he died by some guy named Telegonus, someone born to him on Aeaea though I didn’t see anything”), maybe reaching the land of Illyrians where he heard about their history from Cadmus’s arrival to the not-so-recent Epigonoi war (and all Odysseus can think about is his bestie), maybe finding his way past the Riphean Mountains to Hyperborea where he finally performed the ritual (I mean, no ship, no salt…sounds like it).

Then maybe he’s picking a path south-east to visit some old friends (*snaps* what did you say Nauplius has done again *picks up a rock* alr say it again), maybe traversing the rest of Greece from Thessaly (didn’t see you back in war—how are y’all faring, O so many sons of Heracles?) to Mycenae (your dad sends his regards from hell, Orestes) to Argos (wait where the heck is my Diomedes) to Sparta (Menelaus: hehehehe I knew you’d make it old buddy oh btw your son has your thighs) to Pylos where Nestor finally gave him a ship to go home cuz he had no oar left (Nestor: also Peisistratus my boy I know you want to go to Ithaca for some…*coughs* specific reasons so here’s the ship and you’re the captain).

Back to Ithaca! Telemachus celebrated Odysseus’s return with joy (and was surprised by Peisistratus’s arrival). During his father’s absence he had run the kingdom well—a good job continuing to reestablish the class of nobility in Cephalonia as Odysseus willed it. Then Odysseus found Penelope waiting at the olive tree, as she met his gaze and smiled—and the world was again back into shape, for Odysseus, the great craftsman.

And this time, Odysseus finally realized he was this old, this tired, after all the years of traveling. The world of wanderings, in the end, had become too much, too far away, for the man of twists and turns. Not even the world of reality could mend the scars left in his heart, a mind forever haunted by shadows of the past. But for now, a world of home would do—it’d be everything for him, really—just a man with his family, and the peaceful days he had long craved.

So he swore to stay, here by the side of his love ones, never again to be apart. So he stayed, for the rest of his life, till death in the coming days did them part…

He’d inherit his father’s farm after old Laërtes’s death, and teach Telemachus the art of gardening, to take care of all the grape vines, fig trees, pear trees, apple trees, and…olive trees. He’d sing his tales to the new generation of Ithacan children, mentoring them on the virtues of Xenia, of bravery, of love. And he’d go back to his old habit of carving, sculpting figurines out of wood—oh, but he’d make so many wonders—the monsters of legends (that he had seen), the faces of old acquaintances (that he would never forget), the images of gods (that he had stolen)…and he’d show them all to his family, and sometimes, to his people struck by curiosity.

Meanwhile, Telemachus would be so delighted to indulge a father who had long missed the chance to raise his own child, as a son who had never got the chance to make any childhood memory with his father. And so often would they roam around in the forests, catching up days forever lost to them both. Meanwhile, Penelope would be so enamored of her husband’s passion, as the one who knew his mind best (oh, what a blessing of homophrosyne). And so often would they pace around in the farm, chattering at length from the rosy-fingered Dawn till the star-filled night…

Maybe at some point, the memories would prove to be too heavy for the old king. Days and nights his family would find him whispering commands that went unheard, words of comfort that he no longer needed—or that he needed the most. All he saw were illusions of the horror he had once witnessed. All he heard were hallucinations of the Siren song he had once heard. Maybe after all these years, ptsd had finally caught up with him. Maybe it went even worse after Penelope’s passing…

Until one day, a stranger knocked the gate of Odysseus’s palace open.

Prince Telemachus offered him food—he politely refused, asking to meet the old king right away.

Odysseus came out, fixing his gaze on the visitor’s face—it seemed foreign, yet strangely familiar—it was as if he had known him so long ago, in a place he couldn’t quite name. But the stranger only moved forward, meeting Odysseus’s eyes.

“Come,” he said gently. “Time to join the rest of them…time to join her.”

And Odysseus knew.

Turning to his son, Odysseus muttered a few words of comfort. Somehow, Telemachus knew this to be a farewell—he embraced his father one last time, smiling in tears.

The prince of Ithaca watched the two of them walk away, to the sea where the stranger came from, as he suddenly leapt, spreading a pair of wings, carrying Odysseus off quickly. Realization struck him finally.

The stranger was none other than fearful Thanatos.

So this is the Death that comes to him from the sea, in such a gentle way.

[danvssomethingorother]

So I think the big difference in Leon and Chris is Leon is more practical and Chris lets emotion dictate every action.

I’m not saying Leon is an ice queen, in every appearance he is nice and wants to save everyone and is only rude to people who are you know shady? He was reasoning with Chris in 6 because he knew he wasn’t himself and wanted to remind him they were allies vs him being mad at Chris for bothering him when 1) he wasn’t part of Chris’s new quest for vengeance and 2) he had time off because he was mentally and emotionally unwell meaning he knew he couldn’t be helpful.

What I mean by practical is every option is weighed and he has to work with what he has and not hypothetical things. He always keeps death as an option even if yeah he doesn’t want that. Leon knew him and Ashley could be cured because of Luis’s pills that were already slowing the symptoms down. He wasn’t running into a hey I might be able to live if I keep believing scenario. Even facing Krauser someone who means something to him, he forces himself to focus on the now and not the then. He doesn’t bring up good times or try to reason, doesn’t make it a quest for revenge. He waits till the fight is done and then cries because of the emotional side of things and bottles it again to finish the job. He has no reason to trust Helena that their boss is evil, he needs proof from Hunnigan before he decides he can proceed with her.

Practical solutions to intense emotional situations.

Chris wears his heart on his sleeve. Everything is personal. He will do this and fuck logic. He punched a boulder for crying out loud just in the power of friendship. Not to mention all the simple solutions that you know he could have done in 1 (playing as Jill you find them) but instead punches them and keeps thinking he’s gonna win because love and friendship and protecting people.

In 6, every thing is personal. When other characters like Leon ask him to leave his emotions out of it and think about it in a more logical way, he seems ready to throw hands.

He doesn’t even talk to Ethan in 8? He’s just so sure he’s right for once? That caused more problems buddy.

He went to Leon instead of getting information from databases because he runs on the power of friendship and Leon must know more because he’s loyal to Leon and Leon should be just as loyal. And in a reverse of 6, the emotional arguments work over the reasonable ones Leon could have made because he was going through a mental episode and yeah of course Chris and his big hero actions and guarantee they will win won him over.

I think that’s ultimately what Leon’s question means at the end: how long can you only run on blind faith you will win? Logically you won’t.

[pancake404]

Poppy's Angel: Possibly the Scariest/Most Unknown Character in the Factory + A bit of Theories

One thing that has been on my mind lately ever since Chapter 4 was the protagonist we play as, the "Employee" that apparently everyone knows is an employee that worked here but no one knows exactly who they are.

In the eyes of the toys, the Protagonist could be one of the scariest people in the factory. Think about it, from their perspective, this unknown "employee" shows up on the side of Poppy randomly and in the same 1-2 days, kills off three Bigger Bodies(or two unless Catnap could be considered an unintentional team effort) as well as defeats a couple of other larger toys, getting them killed as well. These toys survived for the whole decade straight, doing pretty well as they were decently capable and strong and then the Player shows up and kills them. Not only that but this person, this thing, doesn't ever talk. No matter who they're conversing with, they never speak back regardless of whether it is Poppy, Dogday, or Doey. So they're like this silent executioner that survived enough to be in the Safe Haven. We then kill the Doctor, Yarnaby, and get the Omnihand which the other toys presumignly couldn't reach for years because of the Doctor.

In some complaints, I hear that there isn't an option to save certain characters like Dogday or Doey. But about those deaths as well as the deaths of other toys, the Player doesn't speak but more or less, just continues on. I see a lot of kind Player characters who want to save them but do we ever know about the intentions or thought process of the Player? No. We don't. For all we know, the Player might not care much about any toy that dies as they just continue on to find the exit. They seem willing to do Poppy's plan of blowing everything up, killing all the toys as even after Doey puts his concerns down on the table, the Player just continues with Poppy's plan(they also don’t say anything once they find Save Haven blown up). Once it backfires and Doey tweaks out, the Player kills him in self-defense yet no indication of remorseful or joyful thought. Instead, they continue on again. There is no other option and it could be solely based on the Player's character and mindset instead of being a forced tragic story(don't get me wrong, it is tragic).

That's also the thing, even when Dogday states,

"You're Poppy's Angel. Come to save us."

The Player...wasn't here to save the toys. They wanted to leave immediately and Poppy prevented them. Poppy forced them to stay and here the Player was. It also doesn't help the fact that the Player just watched Dogday die which some can argue is because it was too late to save him but it can also be argued that the Player chose not to for whatever reason(or maybe nothing could’ve been done).

If anything, I'd argue the opposite about saving the toys. The Player at this point has been killing all of them which could be stated as a mercy kill but like how the Doctor questions, are we really morally right? Don't tell me crushing, electrocution, mutilation, blending, and dropping toys fifty stories down was out of mercy. Those are some painful mercy kills. The Doctor's last line that the Player didn't save anyone is...true, no one was saved. No one had justice, they just were killed and/or disposed of like they just empty toys.

The Player might not be doing this out of the intention to save anyone as they just do what they're tasked. What they're told.

But even Poppy doesn’t seem to know the Player as well as she thinks. She doesn’t seem to know anyone as well as she thinks at this point(maybe besides Kissy). Poppy shows us the HoJ tape when there’s evidence that shows the Player already knew about it, if not contributed to it. Poppy states the Player didn’t do anything wrong which I’m saying…uh, BS. Clearly the Player’s own mind disagrees with the hallucination segments, they did something in the past as well as come here and kill off toys and are now set to kill more. Poppy talks about monsters who’ve tortured us even though there’s more evidence of us being the torturer. The Player wanted to leave, not stay here any further but they’re to by Poppy sabotaging the train. And at the end, Poppy very quickly doubts the Player’s involvement in planting explosives and is angry at us for killing Doey. It’s funny because the Player was casually following Poppy’s plan and was ready to just blow up the factory and everyone in it.

All of this while the Player's origins are more or less unknown as to what role they played in the factory. Unless they're P.W.(of course it's just an initial) which the evidence seems to suggest, then that means they were a biologist who worked on the Bigger Bodies. Further proven by Chapter Three where it is mentioned that the Player has guilt haunting them and that they've done something. Doctor Sawyer also wonders how Playtime Co. missed someone with this skillset which matches with the P.W. book and how they describe how no one listens to their ideas.

So far, there are a couple of theories regarding the Player's character.

One, the Player is PW:

Already explained a bit.

Would be funny since PW does describe Dogday as "boring" which is ironic given how the fandom treats him and has the "Angel" constantly save him.

From what I've seen and read, does show hints of remorse for experimentation on orphans but generally stays objective in their notes with a little bit of sass to it. It matches the Player's attitude of.... absolutely no reaction besides staring back.

Also fits the mindset of taking orders and doing what they're told to do like good employees for the company which mirrors how the Player just listens to Poppy's idea and proceeds to attempt to blow up the whole place.

Sounds reasonable.

Two, the Player is an experiment that looks almost if not perfectly human:

This sounds like a twist Mob would make.

Poppy’s line about monsters who’ve tortured the Player would make more sense in this context though that implies she knows we’re an experiment which no one hints at.

It would provide an explanation for why the Player doesn't talk as they might literally can't similar to Kissy Missy. Everyone talks to the Player like they talk to Kissy Missy.

It would also provide a reason why we're considered an employee but no one really recognizes us as well besides Miss Delight and Mommy who doesn't seem to describe much of the Player besides remembering them. Maybe, experimentation caused the Player to look a little different.

It provides canonical information on game mechanics like the Player not running out of sprint ever or surviving the last fall in Chapter Four, falling head first onto hard rock from a decent height and just getting up. Also, surviving the train crash though the Player does pull the brakes on it.

In Chapter Three, during the hallucinations, the Player takes the place of Huggy, a giant toy. The Prototype looms over them which tends to suggest his control over the other experiments.

They might also deal with memory issues as we see more and more of remembering conversations and questioning what the Player knows or doesn't know. We do know that experimentation could impact an individual's memory to a large extent.

Would be interesting to see.

The Player feels guilty about the Hour of Joy....because of their involvement in it.

Going back to the hallucination segment in Chapter Three, we take the place of Huggy Wuggy on his stand while we hear bells ring and the workers scream during the Hour of Joy. The issue with this is that the Player, according to Poppy, doesn't know about the Hour of Joy as the Player hasn't been shown the tape yet. So how can they have a clear idea about what the Hour of Joy was?

Answer: They Knew. They already knew about the Hour of Joy.

This could be what the Player had done, what drove them to stay away from the factory for a decade straight, and why they didn't show up that day.

Sort of a coincidence that the Player just didn't show up that day as well as never came to check on their MISSING COWORKERS anytime before a decade later.

The Player also is told that they should've been there on that exact date and that they missed the party and event which was the Hour of Joy. On the radio, they ask, why weren't they there? They have no right to be here.

Why would they do this? Well, the Prototype was more than capable and willing to pretend to be an ally as well as be intelligent enough to manipulate. Maybe he used the guilt of experimenting on orphans to get the Player to start the first domino to begin the Hour of Joy. In a twisted way, the Player came here for coworkers that they knew were dead because of the Player's hands.

The Doctor also mentions in a tape that Playtime Co. is filled with backstabbers and traitors so there probably was a conspirator(the Player. He also mentioned Poppy being involved so hidden involvement is put into question). Although still unclear, the Player being described as unknown to everyone could help in sneaking things through or doing something unnoticed to set up the Hour of Joy.

The Player is an ordinary worker: Unlikely, evidence seems to show the opposite.

The Player is Rich: What was Rich doing for ten years? Isn't this guy known to have a temper and is willing to argue with others. Still can be possible though I don't see it.

The Player is an orphan turned employee: You would think a couple more toys would recognize us. We would be more social with the toys that we most likely knew in the factory beforehand as the Bigger Bodies were not kept away from the children.

My personal belief is a combination of PW theory and HoJ Contributor. PW seemingly felt guilty about the experiments, the Prototype(both would be in the Labs) used this to his advantage to convince him, and PW, being decently smart yet unrecognized set it up where the Hour of Joy could happen. PW then felt guilty because he set up where a lot of his coworkers, some being possibly innocent died as well which is why they stayed out of the factory for so long. That letter must've been a bad reminder and out of their conscience, decided to come over where the game begins.

Harley Sawyer also questions if the Player lost someone they loved here which going along with this theory could either hint that someone they loved here has been experimented on and turned into an experiment(if it goes like this, watch it be the Prototype) or someone had died during the Hour of Joy...which is also bad because this theory states the HoJ was contributed by the Player.

Just a bunch of ideas and thoughts.

The Player could be an interesting character as we hardly know anything yet we have more and more clues throughout the chapter. I do believe they will be a decent bit significant in Chapter 5.

But one last thing, I don’t know if Catnap is just stuck in my head but in a way, the Player is like Catnap on the opposite side. The Player is forced into this situation by Poppy but the Player also shows a weird loyalty to Poppy considering they just do whatever they’re tasked to by her. Kill the Doctor? Got it. Kill Catnap? Sure. Blow up the factory and everyone in it? Absolutely. A lot of deaths are done brutally and the Player doesn’t speak so he’s just silently staring as it happens as I imagine Catnap does given his character, we all know about Dogday. Both are tied with religious themes like being a follower of a God or being an Angel. Also, the main chapter with the hallucinations about our past is in chapter three provided by Catnap. Just some examples.

Feel free to share any thoughts.

[merlinsearlobe]

I imagined Merlin’s perspective if ‘when Albion’s need is greatest’ is not a distant finality a millennia after series 5 ended, but every instance threat befalls it, dragging Arthur from his un-being, but always demanding his sacrifice.

Now I’m thinking about Arthur’s perspective.

How he’d wake in inky darkness, bruised from the deaths he’s died over and over again. Sudden blinding light and harsh, cold breaths, and another hundred, maybe two hundred years. There is no pattern.

His body is just a weapon used over and over by some invisible and apathetic master of destiny. He has died more than he has ever lived.

That each time destiny drags him from its prison cell to win its battle the world Arthur is thrown into speaks in twisted tongues, its forests flattened, and every time the ghost of his crown feels fainter and more imagined in the harsh grey light of the ageing world.

Merlin is the only constant. Merlin, whose smile once could dim the sun itself, whose eyes possess more unfathomable depth and twinkling light than the night sky now above them as they collapse into each other’s arms, knowing they have only hours where lips and hands and breaths may partake where usually only memory and dream suffice and haunt.

But each time he returns to Merlin there is less of his love to return to, his eyes older and bearing the burden of the years Arthur has not had to witness with open eye and intake of breath.

How both of them know that to refuse would be to never see each other again, and well, at least if Arthur body is broken and bloody it is Merlin whose hands stroke his hair and Merlin’s lips who kiss him goodbye, and if Merlin’s holding Arthur’s dead body then at least he’s holding Arthur.

[moonsuke]

Episode Nagi 31

I love how the difference between Nagi and Isagi/the traditional Blue Lock ego is highlighted here again: “いま世界で一番熱いのは俺だ!!!"　"世界一のストライカーは俺だ!!!"

"The most fired up in the world... is me!!!" vs "The best striker in the world... is me!!!"

It's just the way it’s said with "Ore da!!!" (is me!!!) at the end. That's their ego speaking and Nagi really doesn’t care about being the best striker lol. What he, who never felt nor experienced much before Blue Lock, really cares about is more personal, like feeling the heat, fighting for something at stake, the joy of “winning”, being reborn, finally feeling alive and just having his existence validated. It’s very much linked to personal growth.

I guess Kaneshiro said it best with geniuses having self-type egos. It's becoming clear how much he takes into account Nagi's character when creating all the different ego dichotomies considering how neatly he fits into each. Same with Isagi. I guess they really are meant to be the ultimate representatives of their type and the polar opposite of each other.

And speaking of Isagi, I’ve quite mixed feelings about his phantom appearing lol, mainly because I wanted some genuine BarouNagi team up (fuck u knsr). But reading it again, in a way it’s highlighting to us they were both on the same wavelength. At the last critical moment, both were able to summon an ultimate play by visualising their ultimate rival, a very “genius” way of doing things.

Also seeing these panels made me feel some type of way:

How you can’t tell whether they’re looking at Isagi’s phantom or at each other in understanding (I think it’s the latter), to their quiet acknowledgement of each other as their shared visualisation of Isagi vanishes… In a way it’s kinda cool? How it shows them teaming up but still keeping that distance and friction between them while connected by their common goal to win Isagi. It’s a very “manly” (otokorashi) team up lol.

But also fuck you knsr, he always does this!! This “giving you what you want but not in the way you completely want” schtick. Always!!! He’s always treading on mixed allusions and “the borderline” <_<

I guess he really doesn’t want any other rivalry outside of Isagi so whatever’s between BarouNagi shouldn’t be labelled as such. He’ll never stop my yearning for more BarouNagi tho, in any form <_<

Anyway, I’m convinced now that he’s trying to match up events between the main series and the spin off. Idk what’s he trying to do but the Isagi focus in the newest chapters of both series ain’t a coincidence. Personally, I actually kinda like Nagi being “obsessed” with Isagi mainly because I like it contrasting and complementing his attachment to Reo, but the Isagi glazing by everyone is getting a bit much x_x

And speaking of events matching up, the next Episode Nagi chapter will be released on March 7, and it’s titled “いつか死ぬ君へ” (to you who’ll die someday)… I’m convinced the current BM vs PXG match will end before then and we’ll get to see Nagi again in the main series… And the EpiNagi chapter with the ominous title is gonna be linked to that…

Nagi in the main series has been set to “die” for a while now considering his talk with Barou “Go die and come back, you coward”. Even with Rin, death was mentioned “Do babies think about death when they’re born?” “This place is filled with tepid losers so I’ll go down to hell”.

Kinda side tracked but interesting how Barou’s talking about being reborn after dying, yet Rin’s talking about descending to hell willingly. I think it might be a foreshadowing to Rin’s downfall… or not… but anyway…

Nagi’s written to be set to die because no way is his downfall arc gonna be magically resolved in such an anticlimactic manner. He can’t be reborn when he hasn’t even died which makes it very fitting for “to you who’ll die someday”… right? Not to mention his whole skull motif and telling Reo to not die before him… So if anyone is dying during/after their final match… it wouldn’t be Reo.

But what I find most “telling” is probably this last page:

It matches up completely to how Nagi looked losing his ego after beating Isagi. I’m pretty sure it’s on purpose, to make us think back to main series’ events and with that title…

Fuck, I’m getting so scared and sad yet also excited thinking about this next chapter. March can’t come soon enough, I’m only hoping Nagi’s story will be handled well ;-;

[crowsofdarkness]

Time: Chapter Five

-gif not mine. credit to owner.-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, and mentions of death.

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky could withstand anything, even time itself.

Authors Note: This series will have twenty one chapters, some of which will be short and quick, and takes place throughout the forties. I did my best to line up the days along with Captain America: The First Avenger. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @bookofriverr @starfly-nicole @ell0ra-br3kk3r @baw1066

Time Masterlist

January 12, 1942

“James Buchanan Barnes!” 

Laughter bounced off the walls of the small apartment as I ran around the couch, trying to escape Bucky’s wrath. With a quick jump over the couch, Bucky had tackled me to the floor, all but gently, and his fingers attacked my sides. A horrendous laugh escaped my throat while he non stop tickled me. 

“Say it!” He yelled. 

“Never!” I breathed during giggles. 

Bucky lifted me from the ground onto the couch, pinning our hips together and locking my hands above my head. 

“Say it,” he repeated. 

My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath but still wouldn’t say the words. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“You’ll never hear me utter those words,” I sliced my eyes into his. 

Bucky smirked. “I know what will make you talk.” 

His fingers gripped my thigh and I tensed under his touch, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“Don’t you do it,” I threatened. 

Suddenly, his fingers squeezed my thigh over and over again causing me to yelp out in laughter. I felt my tough exterior fall away as Bucky continued to tickle my thigh. 

“OKAY! FINE YOU WIN!” I bellowed, giving up. 

“SAY. IT!” Bucky said. 

“YOU’RE THE BEST KISSER I HAD EVER KISSED. EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE THE ONLY MAN I’VE EVER KISSED!” 

Silence fell around us and while Bucky smirked down at me in victory, I pushed my bottom lip out in a giant pout. 

“I hate you.” 

He leaned down and kissed my pouted lip. “Love you too, doll.” 

We kissed once more, this time longer and more passionate than the last one. Bucky let my hands go and I ran them through his hair and down his back, nails digging into his skin through his shirt. 

“Aw, come on guys. Really? I’m still here!” 

Bucky rolled off my hips while helping me to a sitting position and I gave an apologetic smile to Steve. He was walking back into the living room, bowl full of chips in one hand and beers in the other. 

“Sorry, Stevie.” 

It was Saturday night and we all met at Steve’s apartment for our usual movie night. Except we hadn't seen Steve in almost two weeks because Bucky and I had been so busy with each other that we didn’t stop to think of our other best friend that we almost ditched completely. 

Steve said he didn’t mind, liking the time alone, but we both knew that he was hurt that we hadn’t made the time for him. 

There was also a massive thing that we had to talk to Steve about; something we weren’t happy about. 

“So, do you want to tell us where you were this morning?” I asked with a raised brow. 

Steve gave me a confused look so I continued. “Bucky said he saw you coming out of the enlisting office again.” 

He sighed while giving us an apologetic look. I would have believed it if he actually was sorry. This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to enlist for the war. They denied him so many times now he started to lie on the forms, saying he’s from somewhere else; a different city and even sometimes a different state. 

“They’re going to accept me soon.” 

“Are you asking for a death wish?” Bucky semi-snapped. 

“I can’t sit by and watch other men lay down their lives. I have to do something,” Steve stated. 

A soft sigh fell from my lips and with a sad stare, I placed my hand on his knee so Steve could look into my eyes. 

“We’re worried about you, Steve. That’s all.” 

He nodded and placed his hand over my own. “I know but you have to understand that I’m not going to stop until they take me.” 

I hesitated to speak but Bucky’s voice stopped me. 

“Doll, come here.” 

He nodded towards the spot next to him and without a second thought, I snuggled closer into his chest, breathing in his scent. No matter how bad I was feeling or sour in a mood I was, Bucky’s scent always relaxed me instantly. 

“It’s not worth it, sweetheart. You can’t change his mind,” Bucky muttered into the mess of my hair. 

I nodded while my arms snaked around his body, letting the warmth spread from his body to my own. 

The three of us sat quietly, letting the noise from the television be the only thing we bothered to listen to. My mind wandered to the smaller man sitting next to us, wondering what was going through his own mind. 

I knew he wanted nothing more than to enlist in the current war because he wanted to stand up to the bad guys. That’s what we loved about Steve, always willing to stand up against the bully’s, not letting any of them knock him down. 

Truthfully, I knew that they wouldn’t take him because of his list of medical issues but I couldn't help the lingering fear that I would be left all alone sooner than I thought.  

[qin-qin16]

i'm going to get you blasted for this but mtt poly 🙂 and its pairs too 🙂🙂🙂

And here we are again… remember my promise to rewrite the way I saw the Murder Time Trio? Well, it seems I’ve been forced to write the analysis for you now.

Precisely because they are a group created by the fandom, it’s hard to talk about them without an established background. HOWEVER! Thanks to my ability to create contexts in record time, I came up with something that makes sense (at least for my bubble of mutuals) and doesn’t involve Nightmare Sans (death to the octopus).

We have Killer Sans, who, under Nightmare’s control, has the travel token (idea stolen from @what-have-i-unleashed) and uses it to travel between universes with low negative energy —veither to increase it or just to report the AU’s situation to Nightmare. However, one of these universes ended up being Dusttale, and Killer, the curious and cynical Killer, became intrigued by Murder’s situation, coming and going to his universe just to mess with him. Until, in a simple, inconsequential idea, Killer decides to gift his new friend with a new travel token — he just didn’t expect Murder not to know the coordinates of his own universe. Something something Murder ends up in Horror’s universe something something fights and near-death experience something Murder and Horror end up in another universe due to a malfunction in Murder’s travel token something something they are found by Killerb— the most experienced in dimensional travel and alternate universes between them.

As you can see, it’s a rushed summary, but still a context that can be worked on! With this in mind, and in a future where Killer manages to escape Nightmare’s clutches and become free, we can finally discuss how I see their relationship with each other.

Killer x Murder: Perhaps the most complex one here, haha, especially because I’m completely normal about them… Killer is fascinated by Murder, while at the same time envying his ability to remain as Sans despite everything; meanwhile, Murder feels some pity for Killer for what he has become, while also wanting to abandon the old shell of the Sans he is and envies Killer for it (for having what he so desperately craves). Envy that corrodes the bones of both, while they see themselves in each other; reflections in a mirror.

Murder x Horror: Most of the dynamics I see with them I don’t like. I think of them more as “guys who are in a shitty situation and take advantage of it by being two jerks”. They probably have a closer bond due to having similar memories and tastes — unlike a certain someone who stopped being Sans a long time ago.

Horror x Killer: I don’t have a fully formed opinion about them yet, but I think Horror feels slightly intimidated by Killer’s frozen smile? As cynical and arrogant as Horror seems, Killer can see beneath all that arrogance; he sees the not-so-subtle trembling of Horror’s sweaty hands every time their faces are too close.

I much prefer this dynamic of “I hate you precisely because you resemble me” that turns into “You’ve seen the worst of me, so maybe I can trust you.” Strangers to enemies to something better.

[11queensupreme11]

So I have a question? You know that song lyric “Would you still love me if I’m no longer young and beautiful?” By Lana Del Rey. Okay so I’m gonna give you a scenario I’ve been thinking about adding to my story (as a draft for the next interlude after I finish the next reaction chapter)

So it goes a little like this:

Let say Percy who was a goddess (like in the last ask) got cheated on by Cu and, in her despair, killed herself.

(This is just a draft but I do plan on starting the chapter with her suicide note to her children first. Then to each of the yans individually. And maybe a couple to the friends and family she made on the way. So like a note to Shiva and his wives, Adamas, maybe Hercules and Prometheus, and…Ra(surprise! 🤭) honestly, I plan on making his a mixture of kinda funny/sarcastic, but also nostalgic and sad.)

Everyone finds out of course. And Zeus, devestated by the loss of his favorite neice, incensed by the disrespect shown to the Greek Pantheon by the Celtic Pantheon, spurred on by his son, brothers, and pantheon’s devestation and righteous anger at Percy’s death, along with the Egyptian, Norse, Abrahamic,Hindu, etc. Pantheons’ anger with what Cu did, obviously, declare war. The heavens are split and in utter chaos as the two sides form and each side is gathering allies for the upcoming war (it’ll be known as the “The Divine Schism” later on.

So, as u can imagine, this results in a lot of death, a lot of emotions flying around, and it isn’t even just the gods fighting other gods. Or Percy’s children fighting her other children(wish she begged them in her letter not to do, but she’s gone now; and her children are just as unhinged as their dads) . It also causes the humans to fight too because she was friends with a lot of them and a lot of them blame the Celtic people for 1)encouraging the views that made Cu think it was okay to do that (which is hypocritical because they still believe or once believed and would have done the same thing just due to the time period they were raised/born into, but a lot of them liked Percy so she was the exception) and 2) for not trying harder to keep him under control back when he was still a human on Midgard (Papa Adam is REALLY disappointed).

ANYWAY!

At this point, the war has gotten bad enough that the Fates, the Morrigan, the Norns, and all the other gods and goddesses related to fate and destiny realize that sooner or later the gods are going to end up fighting each other into extinction (with the humans in Vallhalla doing the same) and so they do some research (through their powers which were given to them by “the-Powers-that-Be” (which I actually mentioned in a chapter already but basically that’s the power that created them, their universe, and all the other universes that exist or will ever exist) and find out that, while Percy did die when she killed herself, for whatever reason, she didn’t end up going to Niflheim and instead got reincarnated into a different universe and nope🤭🤭it’s NOT the PJO universe. Which universe it is, I’m going to keep that a secret for now but I wouldn’t mind doing a poll to see which universe everyone would WANT her to be in. It might even help me decide. (just know it’s gonna be an anime universe. So either One Piece, Bleach, Naruto, or something else. It’ll have to be one I’ve read or watched before tho.) but it’s a secret, even to me, until I actually sit down and write this chapter.

Anyway, they find her reincarnated soul (in this I think I’m going to make it so that she only remembers SOME of her past life as a goddess and a demigod and it comes to her in her dreams) and, in order to stop the godly war that threatens the very foundations of their universe, they sit the Pantheons down (what’s left of them anyway) and tell them about what happened and where she is now. This, of course revitalizes the yans (ESPECIALLY CU!!!) because they see it as a second chance to get her back and make SURE she NEVER leaves them EVER again. (I’m talking they might actually lock her in a palace where they watch her every move 24/7 for the rest of eternity)

So they come up with a plan to basically kidnap her from this other plane. In this other universe tho, she’s lived a full, happy life. Sure it had some challenges (if she’s in One Piece I’m gonna make it so that she was Ace’s sister so she def fought in Marineford (love interest: Shanks), if in Bleach I’m making her the Captain of one of the divisions (Love interest:Sosuke Aizen 🤭🤭), if in Naruto ( I honestly can’t see her as an assassin/killer which is literally all ninjas are trained to do when u get to the crux of it so maybe like a political figure of peace? A daiymo maybe? Idk I’d have to figure it out (love interest: Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, or Madara Uchiha depending on what time period I want her to be reincarnated into)

I plan on having her influence a lot of stuff, fall in love, have children with said Love Interest, and be an old lady by the time they start looking for her ( might have to write this in three parts since I do want to dedicate a chapter to her life in that other universe).

I’m still trying to figure out all the logistics since I want it to be believable and not just super random and unorganized because there are a lot of moving parts.

But my question to u is what do u think the yans will think (at this point in time) or do about an old, grandma version of Percy? Will it matter to them? She won’t be the same Percy at this point. She might remember some things about them but for the most part she won’t remember them and tho she might have the same morals as the last Percy, because of the stuff she went through in this new universe, she isn’t just physically different (old) but mentally too.

EVERYTHING HERE IS PERFECT BUT I JUST HAVE ONE CORRECTION:

"while Percy did die when she killed herself, for whatever reason, she didn’t end up going to Niflheim and instead got reincarnated"

it's niflhel!!! niflhel (or oblivion, nonexistence, whatever) is where all gods and mortal souls (after dying in the afterlife) go to when they die!

anyway.................

AIZEN SOSUKE????????? AND KAKASHI????????????

dude i genuinely don't know who to vote for, kakashi has been my anime crush SINCE I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, and aizen's so fucking daddy too omg why would you make us pick between them that's so cruel 😭😭😭😭😭😭

as for your question, age wouldn't matter much to them cuz they can just forcefully revert her back to her prime or back to whatever age/appearance they last saw her as!

the issue is the mentality 😞 if she's too different (like if she's not the same sweet, cheery, uwu, and infuriatingly annoying and troublesome girl that they know, then they might actually feel defeated. it's percy.... but at the same time it's not THEIR percy

tbh they'd probably try to find a way to revert her back to the percy they know, but if that doesn't work or they can't do it, then it's back to despair and anger 💀

[truelotus]

Hello, I really liked it💜💜

I don't mind if you ask, My beloved Aizen

It was a deal that Aizen had to defeat Yhwach. And they bring her to him. He makes her pregnant and carries his child.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

Character: Sosuke Aizen

Warning : Vaginal Sex, female reader, pregnancy, unprotected sex, missionary, dominant aizen, submissive reader, dirty talking + more

The head captain, Shunsui Kyoraku. Had come down to the muken prison. To make a deal with one of the most notorious criminal.

The soul society was at an unimaginable loss right now, they were going to need help. He had no shame coming to this man for help, he was more ashamed of the deal he was about to make with this man.

“I’m not asking for you to fight for the soul society, but.. if you did. I’m willing to bring her to you.”

This caught Aizen’s attention, he wasn’t shocked to learn that you were still alive, but the fact that he could see you once again.. it brought him to pure joy.

Sosuke Aizen had little regrets, but his biggest regret would have to be getting himself sealed away to muken prison. Sealed far away from you.. he thought about the actions he did but never once felt guilty about anything. What he really did feel guilty about was leaving you out there alone.

Maybe it was a selfish thought of his but, he wished that you too, could be sealed away with him.

“I see.”

Aizen stepped forward, “Though I cannot say I am fond of your use of her in this manner. The opportunity to see her once more, leaves me with little room to refuse.”

Shunsui chuckled at his words, “I’ll go fetch her for you then.”

You were in the middle of healing somebody with your kaidō skills, you are very skilled with kaidō so instead of fighting you were healing everyone you saw was injured.

Just then, you could hear footsteps approaching behind you. You quickly turned your head, afraid that it would be an enemy.

“C-Captain Kyoraku!” You were surprised to see him here, not fighting at the front lines.

“Ah, hello my dear. It seems that you are really putting yourself to work.” He said as he watched you heal the wounds of the person.

“Yes! I’m doing the best I can to keep everyone alive.” Even though all your friends and comrades were all fighting, leading themselves to death or getting hurt by the quincies, you still had a smile on your face.

Because no matter what happened to them, you would be able to heal them and bring them back to their feet. That is how much of a talent you have with kaido, you were trained by Unohana after all, it is no surprise how well of a healer you are.

“I thank you Y/N, unfortunately I’m going have to stop you. There’s someone I want you to meet.” For some reason, you felt that it wasn’t going to be good.

You swallowed the lump in your throat while stopping your kido. “If it is who I think it is, then I am not coming with you.” You picked up the now healed person, carrying their body somewhere where they’d be safe until they woke up.

“I’m afraid that you have no choice Y/N, I made a deal with him.”

You could feel your heart drop to your toes, a deal? what kind of deal?

“What kind of deal did you make with that man..” You balled your fists up, nails digging into the skin of your palm. Afraid of what he might say next.

“That if I bring you to him, he’ll do his part on helping the soul society, and bring down Yhwach.”

The head captain was just going to throw you at him? While knowing your traumatic experience with him?

You once loved that man, but now with the help of Byakuya Kuchiki, head of the Kuchiki clan. You were slowly moving on. And even Byakuya was beginning to move on from his past lover..

You’d restart your whole process if you saw Sosuke again, you’d hurt Byakuya too..

“I refuse.”

“You leave me with no choice!” Suddenly Shunsui disappeared in front of you, but then he appeared behind you. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Let! kick go! punch of! kick me!” You kicked and punched him while he carried you over his shoulder, eventually you stopped when accepting your faith, you were now mentally preparing yourself to see him again.

Sooner or later, Shunsui carefully and gently placed you on the ground.

You could feel him.

He wasn’t touching you.

But you could feel his eyes staring you down..

You didn’t dare to look up at him, you looked down at your feet, fiddling with your fingers. You can’t look at him again, you’d be under his spell once again if you did.

“You hold your head quite low, my dear. Why not raise it so I can gaze upon that beautiful face I so dearly miss?” His tone was smooth and calm, his voice was as charming as ever.

Your body moved on its own, you tried so hard to stop yourself but you just couldn’t resist.

Slowly, you raised your head up, meeting his gaze. Your hands were now to your chest, your hands were balled up together.

“Sosuke..” You muttered out, you knew everything was over for you when you made eye contact with him. You were once again wrapped around his finger.

“Now that I’ve seen you.. I can be at ease now. Do not fret my dear, I’ll save your precious seireitei.”

You and Sosuke had just gotten your new home in the world of the living, you will be staying with him here so keep him tamed. It was really all thanks to Kisuke Urahara.

He developed a device that could restrain half of his power, but for it to fully work, Sosuke needed to live in the world of the living. So, central 46 agreed that he could finish his sentence there but someone needed to keep watch on him, Shunsui Kyoraku spoke out and suggested that it should be you.

So here you are, in a nice cozy home. With Sosuke Aizen.

It’s been so long since the last time the two of you were alone together, and knowing Sosuke.. he was going to take advantage of the opportunity. The two of you were in the bedroom, unpacking.

“Isn’t this place lovely Sosuk-” He had come up behind you, interrupting your sentence. You could feel something hard rubbing against your behind.

“It’s been a while since I’ve last slept with you, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” You could feel him leaving kisses around your neck, you could feel his hand slipping under your shirt, reaching to your breast.

“You’re too much sometimes Sosuke..” You were just about to push him off until he pushed you onto the bed.

Oh wow he was really going for it hard

You saw as he undressed himself, throwing his clothes on the ground. When he saw you still fully dressed, he took matters into his own hands and began to rip off your clothes. This man was starving for you.

It all happened so fast, you didn’t stop him from undressing you because you were too busy at starring at his hard cock, you could see it twitch when he removed your panties.

He climbed onto the bed, he was hovering over your body. You looked beautiful under him, he loved and missed seeing your beautiful face all flushed up under him.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than painting your walls white with his cum, he doesn’t know what got to him but he had the sudden urge to fill your pussy to the max with his cum, to make sure that you will carry his child. He wanted to see you pregnant with his child.

“I want to see that pretty little cunt filled with my cum, I’d love for you to carry my child.” Without any warnings, sosuke slid his hard shaft right into your glistening cunt.

Your walls sucked him in, his eyes were focused on yours the whole time when he began to push his cock in and out of your cunt.

But he couldn’t help by looking at your bouncing breasts, they went up and down with each thrust he did. He dug his nails deep into the skin of your hips, it was almost too much for him.

Oh how he missed you..

He was pounding your walls soo good, you could see him biting his lip to resist himself from moaning.

But he couldn’t hold himself back, you could hear him grunting as he pounded himself faster into you.

He was hitting your good spot with each thrust, he lowered his face to meet with yours, forehands touching. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him so he could be further into your cunt.

He smashed his lips against yours, it was a sloppy kiss but it felt incredible still. You missed him and he missed you. You parted your lips to let out your moans, so he could hear of how much of a good job he was doing.

His tongue slithered into your mouth, tasting you. The both of you moaned into each other’s mouths.

Your back arched at how good his cock was feeling you up, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

It wouldn’t take long for him to finish inside of you, he then imagined your pussy being so filled with his cum that it spilt out of your pussy.

And that little scenario set him off, he came inside of you, you could feel his warm sees filling you up just nicely.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, but he didn’t remove his cock from you..Instead he continued thrusting into you, your walls were filled with his cum yet he continued to fuck your pussy.

The cum swirled around your walls with each thrust he made, he was going to make sure that you ended up pregnant. So he continued to fuck your cum filled pussy.

He was going to fuck your pussy until he simply couldn’t cum anymore for the night, you were going to milk him dry.

It was certainly going to become a long night..

You were putting breakfast on Sosuke’s plate and onto yours, you made sure you added extra on yours.

You were now eating for two, you needed to give your child as much nutrients as possible so they could become a healthy and strong baby.

Just then you could hear Sosuke sneaking up behind you, hugging your figure gently. His hands rested on your now round belly.

He didn’t think you could look even more beautiful, but when he noticed your stomach growing from carrying his child, he appreciated your beauty even more. Your beauty really was like a gift from the gods.

“How is he holding up?” He said as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“He seems to be doing just fine, I realized that he kicks more whenever he hears your voice.” Sosuke hummed as he then felt a kick from your stomach.

“You know you really shouldn’t be overdoing things, you need to rest more. Leave everything to me will you?” He said as he removed himself from you, dragging you away from the food so you could sit down and he could serve you breakfast.

“I know I know.. But I can’t help it!”

He chucked and moved your hair from your forehead, leaving a little kiss on it.

Maybe this is what he longed for, to have a family. The idea of being a father never interested him but when he had that sudden urge that one night, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having a family with you.

“Please, Let this husband of yours take care of you and the baby.”

Hm.

Yeah this is definitely where he wants to be at, he wanted nothing more than this now.

He can’t wait for the day he sees his child in your arms.