#and ultimately i am leaning on no!!! i do not!!! i create content for me so i definitely don't need to post it. and eventually...

[damnfeelings09]

Style - Shadow's version

A.N: this one closes the little story, I'm not really good writting explicit content but I tried my best. Also I'm not sure if you wanted to stay human or mobian so I kinda keept it vague so you could decide.

“Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights.”

You got out of the shower, the steam flooding your room, creating a warm and pleasant atmosphere. Carefully, you walked to your bed where your pajamas were already laid out, while the drops of water fell on your shoulders. You loved your days off. You used to spend the whole day at home, making the most of the time with... ah... there he was again, in your thoughts. You still hadn’t decided what you would do about his message. It had been three days, and all you could do was stare at the screen, wondering what would be the most appropriate response. Maybe a “hello” or “what’s up,” or “I love you” or your personal favorite “screw you, idiot, you broke my heart.”

“This is impossible,” you said. “What am I supposed to do now? It's not like I can just... ignore him?” You knew that was the most cowardly option, but you couldn’t face the situation. You didn’t want to face it. The same day you had received the message, you talked to Dylan and let him know that you weren’t really interested in him and that you only saw him as a friend. It had been hard because you really liked him, but you weren’t in love with him. How could you be when your heart only beat for one person? You finished getting dressed, wearing a long blouse as a nightgown, and leaving your hair loose while looking for the hairdryer. You were halfway into your closet when you heard a ring—it was a new notification. Quickly, you picked up your phone, and once again, his name appeared.

Shadow: I’m outside.

Damn it! Why? What did Shadow think he was doing outside your house?

"It’s been a while since I’ve even heard from you," you thought. Carefully, you approached the living room window and peeked through. You could see his car parked right in front of your door. Another notification made you step back from the window. You quickly read the message.

Shadow: Come out.

"I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads, but I..."

Slowly, you opened the door, finding Shadow leaning against the passenger door. He had his arms crossed, his inhibitory rings glowing in the moonlight, and his eyes… those red eyes, like two rubies, staring at you intensely.

"You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

With every step you took towards him, your heart beat even faster. If it weren't for your training as a GUN agent, you probably would’ve suffered an arrhythmia and died right then. Shadow kept his gaze fixed on you, analyzing every move you made. With each step you took, he fought the urge to pull you into his arms. He knew it wasn’t a good idea, that you were angry with him, and although he had promised himself not to bother you again, here he was, once more, in front of your door. But this time, he had the courage to call you. When you were close enough, Shadow stood up and opened the passenger door, nodding for you to get in.

"So it goes He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm"

Shadow drove in silence, while you couldn’t stop intertwining and releasing your fingers. Saying you were nervous was an understatement; there wasn’t a word in your vocabulary that could describe the avalanche of emotions you were feeling. You tried to control your breathing, not wanting him to notice, even though it was a stupid thought—there was nothing about you that the ultimate lifeform didn’t notice. You glanced at the dashboard clock. It was past midnight, and you had no idea where Shadow was taking you. You directed your gaze to the hedgehog, but when his eyes met yours, you quickly turned your gaze to the door. If it were possible, you would’ve jumped out of the car right then. Shadow slightly increased the speed, making his car roar as it sped down the tree-lined road. His eyes darted between the road and your face, noticing that you were nervous, and something more—the reddish tint on your cheeks gave you away, and he couldn’t wait to kiss every part of you.

You inhaled and, gathering your courage, broke the silence. “I heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl,” you said, looking down. That was what everyone had been talking about—the new girl who had quickly gained Commander Shadow the Hedgehog’s trust. At first, you didn’t want to believe it, but then you saw the pictures, where he was next to her, a smaller hedgehog, with bright yellow eyes and white fur. You wouldn’t admit it, but that night, you had cried in the bathtub.

Shadow looked at you as he slowed down the car. You had left the city miles behind, and now, you were ridding up the hill. Hesitant, he took the steering wheel with his left hand while placing the other one on your leg, gently caressing it. “What you heard is true, but I can’t stop thinking 'bout you and I.” he said.

“I’ve been there too a few times,” you said without thinking. You didn’t expect to give that response, but Shadow always managed to bring out your true personality. Right there, in his car, with his body so close and his caresses on your skin, you could barely think straight. You looked at him. Shadow had always seemed so damn handsome to you, but seeing him under the moonlight was definitely a religious experience. The sound of the engine accompanied every turn he made with the steering wheel, but it was his gaze that truly dominated the moment. His crimson eyes, deep and mysterious, fixed on the road, while his dark quills seemed to blend with the shadowy interior of the car. If it weren't for the reddish tips, you would’ve sworn they had grown out. His hand never left your leg; instead, his thumb made small circles on your soft skin, and you swore that with that little touch, you swore you could reach the heavens.

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt (a tight little skirt) And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style (we never go), we never go out of style"

The ride lasted 15 more minutes until Shadow finally stopped the car at the hill’s lookout. You knew this place; it was where you had your first date, where he first said “I love you,” and where... where you both had spent your first night together. With every memory, the heat increased, and your face felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m sorry,” Shadow murmured, halting the flow of memories that your mind was traveling through. His gaze was fixed on you, his expression had changed. That cold façade he showed the world crumbled before you. “For... everything.” Shadow had never been a fan of apologies. He always tried to find a way to be right, not because he was stubborn or made many mistakes—after all, we were talking about the ultimate lifeform—but he always took responsibility when it came to you. “I know I made you suffer. You have to understand that I... I... wanted to keep you safe, and I only managed to push you away. I didn’t know how. I still don’t... And I know you don’t want me close, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but I can’t... I don’t want to be without you.”

That was all it took, his confession to you was all you needed to hear. The air was charged with electricity, and every part of you was begging for his touch. You both stared at each other for a second, and without thinking any longer, you threw yourself at him. Your lips collided with intensity, as if you couldn’t wait any longer, as if time no longer existed. There, in the warmth of the car, only you two existed. Shadow took a second to react, the surprise on his face was undeniable, but it quickly turned into need as he took you by the waist, pulling you even closer, as if he was trying to fuse your body with his. Hands gripped, mouths opened, and the kiss turned into something wild, impetuous, where nothing else mattered.

"Take me home Just take me home"

You placed your hand on his chest, caressing his soft fur gaining a soft growl from the hedghog, you took a chance and pull yourself away from his hungry lips for a second. “… just take me home…” you said as you caught your breath. Shadow pressed his lips together one more time, then pulled away from you, making the engine roar. He drove quickly, the trees blurring into a smear. Throughout the drive, his hand remained intertwined with yours.

"Oh, you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye And I got that red lip classic thing that you like"

When you arrived to his home, your home, Shadow opened your door and took you in his arms bridal style, carrying you inside. Your clothes quickly abandoned your body, decorating the living room, the hallway, and the bedroom.

"And when we go crashing down (now we go), we come back every time"

He carefully laid you on the bed, admiring the view as he positioned himself above you, as if trying to engrave your image in his memory forever. He approached slowly, leaving a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your lips, saying how much he loved you after each one. A silent promise was born between you both that day—never again would you be apart... never.

"Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

[volturiprincess]

I Wanted To Be Yours

Alec Volturi x fem reader

Summary: You thought he felt the same but it turns out you were wrong, dead wrong. Warnings: Angst no comfort, Alec's thoughts are harsh (sorry) A/N: I started this in the summer, but at first it was going to be a happy version vs a sad version with the same concept of being up in a tree but l got a whole new vision for it. Ultimately I just pushed it to the side not thinking I liked the idea of this until I looked at it recently and got inspo for it. So moral of the story is if you start a WIP and then leave it alone for a bit it can later become something else. The inspiration for this was a cartoon (courtesy to my younger siblings, I had no choice but watch) where a family was up in a tree chilling and the song "Jugaste y Sufrí" by Eslabon Armado and "I wanna be yours" by Artic Monkey (a weirdo combo of inspiration for sure). Enjoy💙 Word Count: 3624

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Run

Run 

Run!

I move my legs as fast as I can to try to create as much distance between me and the castle. But my human legs can only take me so far, soon enough I'm running toward this grand tree. This tree is perfect to climb upon so I go to the nearest branch. I pull myself up and lean my back against the trunk while I pull my knees to my chest to wrap my arms around them. I closed my eyes as I felt silent hot tears roll down my cheeks. How could I be so stupid? Why did I think he was going to react the same way as I? The way he looked at me with disgust, as if I was not worth his attention or as if I was beneath him. I feel so embarrassed, what if what Master Marcus said about Alec and I is false? That we were supposed to be this fated pair, united by a bond grander than any other type of force in the world.

But why would I have to be here, this is not the life I wanted. I was happy with the life I had in my hometown, I might have not had much but it was home to me. It was suddenly disrupted when I met his eyes that day in the woods. I happened to be picking wood for my fireplace since the season was growing

cold. I had a good stack of twigs but I wanted a couple more for luck. If only I stayed content with what I already had because what happened next changed my life for the worst.

As I walked deeper into the woods I felt a fast cold swoosh behind me. I immediately halted my steps to quickly turn my head to the sudden movement. I was faced with nothing. Maybe it was just an animal running off to find some sort of warmth from the cold. Not wanting to find out the real truth, I keep on walking. I assure myself it's just an animal and I'm just being paranoid because I am alone in the woods. I heard some strange stories of people disappearing in the woods but it's just all rumor, nobody in the village has actually vanished. But rumors have to have come from somewhere.

This time instead of feeling the swoosh, I get this six sense of being watched. Never in the years of going into the woods alone have I gotten this sense of being watched until now. But who could it be? I'm so deep into the woods and the next village is so far away and even people from mine don't dare go deep into the woods like I do. I take a deep breath and continue my stroll to obtain my last piece of wood for my awaiting fire. I finally manage to find a good enough piece and start to walk back when I hear it.

“Stop”

I immediately froze, it was like an instinct or if someone spelled me with just one single word. I felt their presence behind me but the peculiar thing about this is I did not feel warmth from them, no I felt a harsh cold presence, it was colder than the already cold weather. His voice also sounded just as cold as his presence.

His movements were just as silent as the woods are currently. I was faced with eyes that were full of anger. Full of hatred, full of the worst emotions one can feel circled into one. I felt fear, pure fear, the type when you are aware you are facing death itself and there's no way to avoid it. Almost like you are destined to die at that moment. He didn't say any other words, we just stared at one another, no words spoken. I was too frightened to look away from the fear he might catch me off guard and harm me. Even if his stance was intimidating, I couldn't help but think how strikingly elegant he is. I had never seen such a dazzling man in my life, he was clean, well presented, and his posture was linear. 

But that could not stop me from fearing him, no matter how handsome he is, it does not cut the idea of how I could die at that moment. I was so locked in gaze with him that I failed to notice black smoke starting to surround me slowly. It was slowly circling closer to my head, I was about to move but I soon realised I could not. I couldn't feel my legs, my arms were not able to move either. What is this smoke doing to me? Is he doing this to me?

Before I could even conclude an answer for my questions, the smoke had enveloped me completely. When I finally woke up I was in a cell. The only source of light I had was a torch that was in front of my cell, it felt so cold in here. How did I even get here? All I remember was that man and then the smoke but that was all. Did he bring me here? Why would he? I don't know him and I have never seen him in my life. I want to go home. I felt the tears come down from panic and fear. What did I do to deserve this?

“I see you have finally woken up”

I looked up to try to find the source of his voice but I could not see him. I knew it was the same man from the woods because he had that cold tone. 

Mustering the courage to finally talk to him I finally speak but it comes out in a stuttering mess.“W-why d-did you br-bring m-me here?”

I cursed internally for sounding so weak currently but how can I not when I am in an unknown place and was brought here against my will. I have every right to be scared and maybe sound a bit pathetic. And to add to that I'm also cold, which results in me shivering and my words to stumble a bit. 

“I will have some of my companions take you to the Masters”

Masters? I don't think I like the sound of that, and why can't he take me to them, why does it have to be other people. What if they are scarier than him? Soon enough right outside my cell were two tall figures, they were so tall and menacing looking, especially the tallest one, he had muscles  that looked like they could crush me instantly. 

I backed into the corner of my cell trying to put as much distance as I can from them but that seems useless because I just cornered myself now. They open the door and they come closer to me, my lip trembling slightly as I feel that feeling of fear creep up again but more stronger now. The slightly shorter one reached for me.

“We won't hurt you”

I gulped as I heard him talk, it was so warm, the complete opposite of the other guy. I, with deep hesitation reached for his hand, he gently guided me out of the cell. 

“I am Demetri and the tall one is Felix, pleasure to meet you little flower”

I nodded as I introduced myself with a small voice, I felt so small being in between them, I was a little tree between two mountains. I was placed between them as Felix led the way and Demetri was behind me, I did feel somewhat safe with them but I still felt terrified. Halfway to our journey to who knows where Demetri offered me his coat, it fit me big but I started to warm up a bit.

We arrived at a large, pointed dome with pillars all around the room. In front of the room were three chairs, making them appear like thrones, in them sat three men. They were unmovable, motionless, almost as if they were statues. Maybe they are because I have never seen a human be so motionless. 

That resolution was quickly popped as the one in the middle gave me a fanged smile, I wanted to turn away and run back to where we came from but Demetri and Felix both were holding my arms now. 

I looked around the room and I could sense how the six of us are not alone, there are definitely more people in here that are hiding in the shadows. 

“So we finally meet the mate of one of our most powerful guards. What a delightful day it is.”

I gulped as the same man who gave me the eerie smile started to walk over to me. I shifted slightly in the guy's hands but they maintained their grip on me, it was not a tight grip but it was hard to move freely.

“Hello dear, may I see your hand?”

“Why?”

His face for a minute contoured to a bit of irritation but he masked it quickly with an amused look.

“Well you see little one, I am able to see every thought and memory you have ever had”

How is that even possible? I have heard of psychics in my town, my grandma was considered a witch in my village for the strange rituals she did in her little hut. She had the knowledge of what plants or oils worked for different cases. One time I had immense abdominal pain and she told me to drink some herb mixture she made and in a matter of days the pain went away. 

But how is it possible for one to see someone’s past thoughts or memories? I was never into supernatural things, sure I heard my fair share of legends but I never believed them. There was a weird feeling in the air, these ‘people’ did not look or acted normal.  I felt Demetri move my arm so the ‘mind reader’ could grab my hand. I soon faced all of my memories from childhood, to my teen years, to my now young adult years. I even heard every thought I had, some were harmless while others were….a bit inappropriate and private. 

The man finally let go of my hand and took a step back, he gave me a quick scan from my head to my feet and then did that fanged smile once again.

“My dear Demetri will you go fetch Alec, he will want to hear this”

Demetri let go of me and was gone, I was still being held by Felix as the room was once again in silence. The silence was scary, especially in a room where nobody was moving or blinking. Huh I just noticed that, nobody was blinking, there gazes either bored into myself or anywhere but me. Why am I still here? What are they planning on doing to me? Are they going to kill me? I haven't even done anything, I'm already missing my cozy little house. I'm picturing myself sitting by the fireplace while I am weaving baskets that I will use for the spring to pick up wildflowers. It was a simple life on my own but that did not bother me. Why did he have to show up and change it so suddenly?

As I came out of my cloud of thoughts I saw Demetri walking in with that same man from the woods, is that supposed to be Alec? That same man from the woods didn't even tell me his name, nor did the three men on their thrones. He avoided eye contact with me through the whole conversation, Aro, who I only found out his name when one of the other three men on the chairs called to him. I could only remember bits and parts of what was said but my faith was decided for me, I was to stay here for the rest of my life and soon enough I will become a vampire. 

The way my eyes snapped open when Aro revealed their real nature, I wanted to laugh from nervousness because there was no way such creatures existed. When he called upon an innocent guard and ripped his arm off revealing how there was no blood but like a crystal like texture inside I almost fainted. At that moment I wanted to cry, how can anything that is being said be real?

With time I started to grow comfortable in the castle, I mostly got along with Felix and Demetri. Jane, who I found out right away has a terrifying ability, has been cold with me. She gives me endless glares of wanting to kill me so I tend to be quiet and distant toward her unless she approaches me for some reason. Alec once in a while comes to me but it's never long enough to get to talk to him. I know nothing about him, I only know about his ability, that he has a twin sister, and…that is all actually. 

When winter became spring, I was finally able to go outside for a longer period of time without freezing. It was beautiful this time of the year, the flowers were blooming, the sun gave me warmth, and I could breath in the fresh air. Italy was truly a sight to see at this time of the year, I got to enjoy this new environment and see things I have never seen. Usually when I would go outside, a guard would have to accompany me. I mostly enjoyed when Felix or Demetri would join me because they made being outside enjoyable. But when it was another guard, I felt so tense and felt so uncomfortable. Alec has yet to come out with me, he's always busy with missions or other guard duties so I learned to not get my hopes up with him. 

That quickly changed when he surprised me by saying if I would like to join him outside for a walk. The walk with him felt…like we were the only people on this earth. He actually talked with me, that cold tone that he always had when he spoke was nowhere to be spotted. He spoke about his time here with the Volturi and about some of his missions, it was all so fascinating and it left me hanging on each word that spilled from his lips. We went back and forth asking each other questions, the energy between us just flowed naturally. So this is what it's like to be in a bond? Master Marcus mentioned to me about this bond I supposedly have with Alec, he said it's like two puzzle pieces connect perfectly. At the time I did not feel that with Alec but right now I did. 

We stopped at a little area in the gardens that had a stone bench, around the bench were blooming flowers of a variety of shades and forms. As we sat there we looked at one another in silence, it was not awkward or uncomfortable. It gave me a moment to admire how his face was twinkling, I never saw him in this light, I only saw the guards like this but not Alec’s yet. It suits him beautifully, he was made to be twinkling like this. 

“Does it hurt”

“What does?”

“The way you sparkle, does it not hurt? Or cause pain?”

He gave me a slight smile but it was very hard to notice it unless you lean in closely.

“No, I actually don't feel anything when my skin does that”

“Will I be able to do that?”

“Yes”

Once again we were in silence, a comfortable silence again. I saw how his eyes would give my lips quick glances and I would find myself doing that too but stop when I saw him leaning in. I felt my heart stop beating and my breath hitch. I didn't know what to do so I just leaned in and met his lips half way, they were cold but they were soft. It was a gentle, innocent kiss that made the world stop for a minute.

I felt his fingertips gently caress my cheek until he pulled away abruptly. My eyes opened lazily as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did I not do it right? He was my first so I was not even sure if what I was doing was correct. His once relaxed face turned cold once again, his face contoured to one of anger in a matter of seconds. He looked just like he did in the woods all those months ago. 

“Never do that again, you dare do something like that again human and I won't hesitate to have you in the cell”

My stomach dropped as I felt myself without even realizing getting up and making a run for it. Which is where I find myself currently, up in a tree, crying. Fresh new tears fell down as I finished recalling how I ended up here. How can someone flip sides in a matter of seconds and cause so much damage with one phrase? Human. That's what he called me. He’s been addressing me by my actual name, it gives me a warm feeling each time my name slips from his mouth. That was quickly discarded in a matter of seconds, everything that we built today was thrown out the window. 

He kissed me, why is he putting the blame on me? I thought he wanted that when he kept looking at me with that look. He was leading me on for sure, I even felt his cold touch on my cheek, he was hesitant but nevertheless he did it. How can that suddenly heartfelt moment turn into this so fast? I just wanted ... .to finally be his as I was destined to and yet this is what I get in return. Rejection and a life I never asked for.

Epilogue 

Alec POV

A human mate. How unfortunate of events this has become. And to think she will be turned and will have to be by my side for eternity. I am not looking forward to that, I want nothing to do with her. She is nothing compared to me, she's not fully one, she is half. And to think she thought she had a chance with me, how pathetic of her. The way she carried herself makes her look so weak and such a pity to look at. I distance myself from her because there is no way in hell I want to be near her. Her scent makes me want to drain her dry, mate or not, she is carrying my source of nutrition and I just want to keep my thirst down. That..intimate moment was so disturbing to me, I did not like how she was warm, it only tempted me more to drain her. Why did she think I would like such a thing, where in her little head did she think I would enjoy such an act? Have I by any means given a slight indication I wanted her to do that to me? I was so distant with her and avoided her by all means. 

The only reason I even went on that walk with her was because Demetri and Felix forced me too, they encouraged me to “get to know her more” and that she is a “lovely person”. I even heard them call her “little flower”, how truly foolish to call a mere human that. The way I had to pretend to get along with her made me actually sick to the stomach, I was given pointers on how to be ‘nice’. I had to be someone else just to make her comfortable. Why does she deserve such special privileges? I am one of the most feared beings but had to set that aside to accommodate a human.

I only talked with her just so this whole walk would end soon and she would stop giving me those eyes of hope. Everytime I would walk by her or by some chance I had to go to my now “shared chambers” to grab something she would give me those eyes of wanting me to do or say something to her. It infuriated me, I felt every inch of my body burn with anger and hatred for her. All humans are good for is to stop the burning in my throat. 

I never wanted a mate, I was content with the life I had with my sister and my place here in Volterra with the Volturi. Why does such inconvenience have to exist? Why do mates have to exist? This whole ordeal is making my already good life so uncomfortable, Master Marcus already gives me endless talks about this bond, he even brings up his late wife. I do feel sympathy for him in that aspect but look what happened to him now, he’s barely a living being. Barely walking amongst us as an immortal being, barely acknowledging his existence or surroundings. I would rather die than for a situation like that to happen to me. 

I don't care if I'm hurting her feelings or that I am not trying to seal the bond, I want nothing from this. If she’s such a good human why don't Demetri and Felix keep her? Yes that works for me, that way she is not my problem to deal with. In this life, we don't want our other half, in this life we don't need our mates, in this life it can be rejected. I wish I left her to die in my smoke in the woods instead of bringing her back here. 

[kcwriter-blog]

I finally started playing Baldur's Gate 3. I know I'm slow. Many people told me I wouldn't like it. The reasons why were varied - turn based combat, unvoiced protagonist, characters not as in depth as they are in Dragon Age. And I listened.

What changed? Frustration with Veilguard.

And I liked BG3. A lot. Enough to hyperfixate on it? No, but it is a game I want to play again. Something I don't want to do with Veilguard. I got the ending I wanted but it was kind of a slog to get there and I don't want to do it again.

Which brings me to why I created this post. BG3 reminds me of what I loved about the previous three DA games and what I found lacking in Veilguard. To start I will just say that Veilguard was not for me and that is fine. It works for others and I am happy for them.

BG3 has characters that feel like real people. They have likes and dislikes. They get along with other party members or they don't. They don't really like or trust your character at first. You have to get to know them but they also have to get to know and trust you. They don't always agree with you. They make their own decisions based on how you have helped change them. For example. I can tell Shadowheart what she should do about the Nightsong, but ultimately it is up to her. I can try to persuade her but its a pretty high check if she doesn't really like me.

You get to decide what kind of person your Tav/Durge is. And there are consequences for the kind of person you choose to be. The world reacts to your character and not always pleasantly. So I felt a sense of accomplishment when a character became friendly or made a choice based on what my character did.

DA games used to do that to one extent or another. Even in DAI some of your characters could leave you. Others just hated you. It was realistic.

The story was cohesive. It had themes and those themes were dealt with well.

I understand that DATV was a result of its development cycle and that we got a game at all, much less one that was polished and had a mostly satisfying ending is great so I'm not overly critical. It is what it is but it isn't for me.

So this Solavellan blog will be looking a little different going forward. There will be more posts about other games. I need to step away from DA for a bit.

I suspect it will still lean heavily toward Solas and Solavellan. That is my hyperfixation after all, but I want to post pictures of my other games and don't feel like creating another blog dedicated to those other games (yes, I'm lazy).

So everyone that follows me for Solavellan content be warned.

[novlr]

This may seem like a weird question, but any tips for writing an alcoholic character?

She's the queen of a rather unstable kingdom in a Graeco-Roman inspired fantasy setting and uses wine to cope with stress caused by the political circus and personal things, and her husband and daughter often criticise her unhealthy drinking habits:

Using topics like alcoholism for a character can present a relatable–and flawed–person for readers to sympathize with, if not connect with. Yet do be cautious when writing on the topic. Alcoholism, as well as other topics on addiction and/or harmful habits, can grow very sensitive very quickly. How far you dive into this topic should depend on how relevant it is to your story and character(s).

It’s also important to consider how you address the topic as well. For example, there’s a major difference between a writer showcasing alcoholism with an open-minded and empathetic perspective versus a writer who is close-minded and reveals shallow portrayals of an alcoholic simply being “bad.” Yes, while these addictions cause harm to all involved (and by no means should be “downplayed”), remember that alcoholism is a mental health disorder. There is so much more at play than just craving alcohol and being affected by the intoxication. And that’s what we will touch on in this post.

For the sake of providing a potential content warning for this post, know that I will cover alcoholism and how it affects emotional and physical reactions. We will discuss internal thoughts, as well as external actions, from both the alcoholic character and the surrounding characters for the sake of learning how to write them in narrative.

Also, as a minor disclaimer, I will note that I am not a psychological professional on the topic. However, I am someone from a family affected by generations of alcoholism and will use some personal experiences for the purpose of discussing how to write about alcoholism, from habits I’ve seen from family members to how I and others have reacted to it.

With all that out of the way, let’s get started!

Internal thoughts

If you’ve ever chatted with me about writing or read other posts of mine in the Novlr Reading Room, you know I love diving into the “why” behind everything. Why someone writes and why a character has this motive are just a few examples. And when it comes to addictions, like alcoholism, you want to get into the why behind that as well.

Because it’s not only the alcohol that creates the addiction, right? There still has to be a reason why the person starts the habit and why they want the outcome that results from the habit. This is how a habit turns into an addiction.

Based on the question prompting this post, there’s already a hint of that “why.” The character is stressed by the politics in her setting. So you want to ask why this person is turning to alcoholism and/or what they want out of it. 

For example, control and escapism are big desires that can drive someone to drinking. In most cases, those reasons are why people prefer alcohol as the depressant to lean on after a bad day. That lighter feeling of escapism, at the very least, is enough to keep wanting to drink more, so someone always feels that way. It’s a way for them not to feel stressed or unhappy.

On top of that, destructive habits like alcoholism will usually display and exaggerate an insecurity the person has. This is the case with one of my family members. They grew up in a toxic household that demanded they go to school for a high-paying job. The short story: that didn’t work, and their sister went through with the high-paying job instead. This (among many other things in their life) ultimately created a setting for them to feel and/or not be seen as “worthy enough” by their family.

Now, psychologically, there’s a lot more about my family member to potentially unearth here, but even this one piece of backstory is already a wealth of inspiration for writing a character turning to alcoholism. It touches on personal events in their life and/or their personal flaws. And we’ll stick to that one piece for the purpose of this post.

Let’s say you have a character that went through the same scenario as my family member. Someone who doesn’t feel worthy around their friends and family will want that remedied, and that commonly leads to attention-seeking, people-pleasing, and/or the desire for control.

And there are flavors to this. Maybe someone is deemed “unworthy” because they’re too immature. And what’s seemingly more “mature” in society than drinking? Then, when they want to prove they can handle it, they keep drinking and ignore the inebriation. Because now it’s a competition with themself to impress others. And now, they have the potential start of an addiction. But they don’t see it that way. They simply see it as a means for control over what bothers them and see an opportunity to fix that issue.

See how that worked?

So if the character, like the queen in the question of this post, has the stress of ruling and turns to alcohol, there’s plenty of character interiority in there to dive into regarding seeking control and/or escapism, at the very least. 

Again, ask why. Why is alcoholism the answer to meet the character’s needs, and why do those needs exist in the first place for your character? And after all that, we can dive into how the consequences of alcoholism become external actions based on those internal “whys.”

External actions

So, we’ve answered the “why” behind alcoholism for a character and how it makes them feel. Now we can discuss how the interiority and insecurities show on the outside as external actions.

I mentioned my family member with their insecurity of feeling unworthy, and that being one reason for turning to alcohol for control and impressing others. If there’s one thing that people who seek attention, control, and are people-pleasing want, it’s to be right. It’s to be the go-to person. It’s to be the best person in the room.

Turning to alcohol can help someone feel more confident, daring, and/or adamant about being seen as that person. But on the outside, that’s not what we see at all, especially when they drink to the point of inebriation. What my family member thinks of has having a civil debate with others or making a point important to them is actually explosive behavior to those experiencing it.

When someone’s senses are dulled from intoxication, and said intoxication amplifies the desire to be seen as worthy and in control, the person drinking will end up doing almost anything to get what they want. This, at least, is my experience. And that ends up becoming aggression for some, even leading to violence. Especially if someone never grew up with a proper outlet or learned how to properly express themselves.

This is why I started this post by discussing the internal thoughts of a character. Their self-esteem was already low before drinking. And drinking to fix that self-esteem now becomes a method of defense. More often than not, that leaves everyon else, reacting in return. Which leads to our next topic:

The internal thoughts of family and friends

As you may know, it’s not just the alcoholic themself affected by the habit of drinking. It affects those around them too.

If you’re around someone who exhibits explosive behavior, is prone to yelling, and displays unpredictable behavior, what would your reaction be?

A person in this situation, especially a child, is often left with the desire to get away from the perceived threat and protect themself. There may be other reactions, like wanting to end the threat (i.e. standing up for themself), but that is dependent on an individual’s personality and their way of facing threats. As someone who experienced this, I can confirm the need for safety. Seeing an unpredictable, threatening person mostly leads to feelings of fear and helplessness, and thus, a need to hide and feel safe again.

Ultimately, when it comes to your characters around alcoholism, ask yourself how they would respond emotionally via their core personalities against a threatening situation like this. Is it wrong for them to be right out of principle? Is it not worth confronting because trying to fix the problem is hopeless? Or is there too much fear behind what happens, and the character must heed their flight instincts?

Thus, those emotions lead to how the characters around the alcoholic will react externally.

The external actions of family and friends

Based on the emotional examples above, there are several ways a character can react externally around an alcoholic. Some people will confront them, regardless of their explosive behavior, and some will quietly hide and wait for it all to pass by. And some will be afraid enough of the situation to leave and never return to that person’s side.

It all depends on the character, their age or situation, their core values as a person, and their relationship with the alcoholic.

But, all in all, friends and family react one of three ways: address it (to the point of intervention), accept it and/or ignore it, or detach completely. And, from there, it can be a snowball effect of action, reaction, and consequences between the characters.

So, if you have an alcoholic character ruling a country, and you’re uncertain how those around them would react, start with their core personalities and how they would emotionally respond to threats (internal thoughts), and how those thoughts would lead to certain reactions to that character (external reactions). And don’t be afraid to dive deep into a character’s interiority and development here to get as detailed as you can! 

How far do you want to go with this?

As you can see, writing a destructive addiction like alcoholism boils down to why the character resorts to the addiction, how that addiction affects them based on their core beliefs and personality, and how that transformation affects people around them internally and externally.

Once again, keep in mind how relevant this is to your story and character. If alcoholism is one of the primary topics you want to address with an adult novel, then you can go as far into this topic as deemed necessary.

However, if alcoholism is more involved with a side character in a young adult or middle-grade story (i.e. the main character’s parent that don’t show up in every chapter), and it isn’t a major part of the plot or story, then I would caution against touching this subject on a deep level. You can still have a teenage character yearn for parental love because of how alcoholism affects that character’s internal thoughts and emotions and how the alcoholic parent is never around. But if the external plot focuses on something else —like using magic to save the world—that is what takes precedence.

And there you have it! This is mostly a surface-level dive into the topic with examples of personal experiences. I reiterate that I am not a psychological professional in the industry, so if you are looking to dive further into the topic, then I recommend more research involving articles from experts in studies/facilities regarding alcoholism (or other addictions), as well as testimonials for further experiences from others. I’ve popped some resources that have helped me below:

Resources

Cleveland Clinic: Alcohol Use Disorder

Mayo Clinic: Alcohol Use Disorder

NIAAA: Alcohol Facts and Statistics

SAMHSA: Children Living with Parents Who Have a Substance Use Disorder (A Study)

answered by Lindsay Sfara

[ohwolfling]

Gale’s evil ending is out on Youtube now! How do you feel about it and is there any analysis to it?

[goes to YouTube because I have Toy Story disease and know I will never do this myself]

Ooooh boy. The thing is, this is an RPG. If you played the game in such a way that Gale would get here, alright. I don’t wish to yuck anyone’s yum. But for me this feels nigh on impossible. 

-please not, I have not slept right in like a month, this is not as polished as I usually try to make my asks/meta-

Gale at his very worst wants to be worshiped, adored, and praised. He wants to be equal to gods because it’s gods who have made playthings of the little guys. I don’t think that this kind of submission would satisfy Gale, nor do I think that Gale is someone who does direct violence on purpose, even on his worst days. 

Choice One 

As for destroying the heavens, I don’t know, Gale seems aware that being a Chosen is a curse regardless of who the god is and I don’t see Gale focusing his ire on throwing his testament to Mystra and having a crowd beat up a Mystra statue that came from I am not sure where? Sort of echoes my sentiments that while BG3 is some of the best and most varied representation of abuse and trauma on personal and systemic levels I’ve ever seen, it still has it’s little flaws, both because of its commitment at times to DnD lore and the fact that I don’t think that survivors/advocates/educators were consulted so much as we got lucky. I’ve talked about this mostly in regards to how the narrative fails Wyll (not because Wyll should be more important than other companions because he’s literally from Baldur’s Gate, an argument that is just… so dumb, your hearts are in the right place but jfc). 

Choice Two 

I just don’t believe in any version of Gale that wants to lead an army. It made me laugh honestly. 

Choice Three

ILLUSION MAGIC, CONTENTMENT, LOVE (djinn, careful what you wish for, etc, so there’s like… existing lore and stuff for this in the greater pantheon of storytelling)... This one had such potential. Disappears immediately, however.

Does he need a big statue of himself? What is that meant to communicate? I don’t get this. Gale likes pretty things and this world is still hideous for himself. God Gale shows us that Gale’s “Bad” ending is leaning into aesthetics and power-posturing. This is… just not in character to me under any circumstances.

Choice Four

Killing everybody is just plain mean. Gale needs something to gaslight himself about. Frankly, this is too simple for the kind of mental illness this man holds within him. The line says, “this is mercy” but nothing around it actually implies that. Actually kinda pisses me off. A thing doesn’t need to look menacing to be evil and I expect Larian to know better. A power move here would’ve been Gale finding he still feels hopeless after all this and detonating himself against even the Orb’s will! 

Choice Five

Gale could never wish for chaos to rule. He would get IBS. I also don’t think “people are inherently bad” is a Gale thing. That might vibe with Shadowheart and Astarion before their healing journeys or if you play them that way, but even then there’s so much foundational wounding that gets them there. This is just… lol ok. Gale very clearly loves children, at least in the sense that he wants to protect them. If there’s an evil Gale who would turn a child into a little killer, it would be against an abuser of some kind, not a mother protecting them.

Generally,

Let him kill Mystra and have chaos ensue that way, cowards. 

A Gale who would control or limit you would do so leading with pleasure, not cruelty (maybe some Willow erasing Tara’s memories vibes) and even where they did play with this they ultimately failed. It doesn’t serve Gale in any way to create illusory magic for big statue. Some of the language around some of the choices feels… very insecure masculinity? And I don’t particularly associate that with Gale. His problems with Mystra are not based in not feeling like A Man™, but in not feeling enough as Merely A Mortal Man™. That’s a reading that people falsely make of Gale of Waterdeep™ throughout the game, which is good world building and makes sense, as he is a renowned wizard, was a child prodigy, and is a known paramor and Chosen of Mystra. That’s the social dig at his facade. Gale Dekarios, however, doesn’t demonstrate any issues in that flavor?

If you’ve played Gale as a man constantly on the cusp of evil, you may have an insight to this that I don’t. But for me, even where things feel somewhat possible, it’s giving Daenerys burns down King’s Landing because we forgot to write her for four seasons in the middle and are bored now. Which is to say that GRRM has a few books left to make Daenerys accelerate herself and could do it in a way that is beautiful and breaks my heart but that ain’t what happened here today, ya know? 

This is an observation no one asked for but I think part of the perfect storm that led to SO MUCH additional Astarion content (the obvious being casual hornies + Neil Newbon being as accommodating as he is passionate [affectionate][complimentary][in awe]) is that the default setting for how Larian Studios views evil, struggle, grief, trauma, abuse, etc is in these very flashy, edgy tropes of Hurt People Hurt People being very literal. And that is a genuine and beautiful load-bearing wall of Astarion’s belief system. But Hurt People Hurt People doesn’t apply to Gale, at least not in that way. Gale tries every other thing possible before he comes up with the idea to restore elements of the Weave to Mystra through relics and such. And when he gets the orb, he’s moving to be sure his own inevitable detonation doesn’t hurt anyone. Gale’s entire story is about the risk of reaching out, of trying to connect, you literally pull him out of a hole of unstable magic.

As a note - Nothing I say here is too critical of Larian studios. For me personally, multiple endings of the same flavor are not what fuels replayability but for most people who simply play this game and do not examine it as a piece of literature or find community around the discussion of it, it does. Studios are a business and they’ve been through it working on this with WotC/DnD. I totally get it. But I’d really rather more in world characterization than additional endings. 

[callmemonster68]

god of love | k.sn - sunoo

A deity meant to influence the hearts of others but ultimately succumbing to his own feelings and desires.

paring: deity!sunoo x fem!reader 18+ | masterlist

wc: 1,446

warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex

In the ethereal realm where gods danced among the stars, the God of Love, Sunoo, stood as the guardian of passionate hearts. His gentle touch could unite souls, but in a moment of vulnerability, he found himself drawn to a mortal—an artist who captured the beauty of the world on her canvas. What should have remained a forbidden love spiraled into an all-consuming desire.

Sunoo: You don’t understand—you shouldn’t be here. I am the God of Love, and you… you’re just a woman.

Y/N: Just a woman? Sunoo, you see me, you desire me. You feel what I feel. This isn’t just a whim—it’s real.

Sunoo: But what does this mean for us? I can’t… I shouldn’t give in to this desire.

Y/N: And if love is the only truth that matters? Let me show you what it means to be loved like a god.

Sunoo: And what if I lose myself in you? What if the love I give to others fades, leaving only pain?

Y/N: Then let’s lose ourselves together. Let the world witness the God of Love surrendering to his own heart and lust.

Sunoo: Then so be it. Let this forbidden desire consume us.

━━━━━━━ ⟡ ━━━━━━━

A cozy mountain cabin. A fire crackles softly, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. A snowstorm whispers outside, but inside, the atmosphere is warm and intimate. In the center of the room, the God of Love and the mortal sit on the floor atop a plush rug, surrounded by pillows. His golden wings glimmer in the firelight, and his eyes shine with a mix of shyness and longing.

Sunoo: You’re more beautiful than any soul I’ve ever seen… and believe me, I’ve seen many.

Y/N: You say that because it’s in your nature to make people fall in love. Am I just another mission to you?

Sunoo: My arrows have never struck me before. But with you… it feels like fate itself is playing tricks on me.

Y/N: And what if this is wrong? If you belong to a world I can never touch?

Sunoo: Perhaps my place is no longer among the cupids. Perhaps it’s here, with you.

Y/N: Would you risk everything for me?

Sunoo: For this heart? For this soul? I would risk it all.

They linger in the moment, a silence heavy with emotion. Then, slowly, she leans in and kisses him. His wings fold around her like a protective cocoon as the firelight casts a gentle glow over them, creating an atmosphere of passion and surrender.

He smiles shyly, brushing his fingers against her face. Their kiss deepens, filled with both passion and tenderness. His hands explore her body carefully, as though she were something precious.

Sunoo’s touch is gentle yet possessive, a perfect balance of warmth and softness. As their bodies press closer, Y/N feels the heat radiating from him, a reminder of the magic coursing through his veins.

In one swift yet delicate motion, Y/N straddles Sunoo. He watches her, his eyes alight with desire. Every movement of hers drives him wild. Sunoo has never wanted anything as much as he wants to be inside her, to become one with her, but his inexperience leaves him hesitant. Sensing his insecurity, Y/N feels the need to reassure him.

Y/N: Don’t be afraid, my cupid. I’ll guide us. All you need to do is trust me and allow yourself to feel these new sensations.

Sunoo: I trust you. Please… make me yours. Take my innocence. Use me.

This was the moment Y/N had been waiting for—his confirmation, the carnal desire reflected in Sunoo’s eyes. With that, she began placing slow, lingering kisses along his jaw, trailing down to his neck, where she lingered, reveling in the effect it had on him. His whimpering moans only fueled her, and she left gentle bites along his skin.

While she lavished his neck with attention, she unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off slowly. Sunoo was a masterpiece that no mortal could ever describe—a vision of purity overcome by waves of pleasure. His closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips made him appear even more divine.

Y/N: You’re heavenly. I’m certain that after this, I’ll never be allowed into heaven. What I’m about to do will send me straight to hell, but I’ll go willingly.

Sunoo couldn’t form a response, lost in the storm of sensations coursing through him. Y/N shifted slightly, repositioning herself. Her hands on his bare chest moved slowly at first, then began to squeeze, her nails raking over his sensitive skin, leaving red marks in their wake. Sunoo seemed to enjoy the stinging sensation; his hard cock strained against his black slacks, desperate for release.

Sunoo: My lady… I can’t take it anymore. I need you to… to touch me.

Y/N: Are my touches not enough? Are you a desperate little slut?

The filthy insinuation in her tone, paired with her teasing gaze, nearly made Sunoo come undone in his pants.

Y/N: If you want it so badly, show me where you want me to touch you. Be good for me and beg.

Setting his shame aside and completely overtaken by desire, Sunoo grabbed Y/N’s hand and placed it over his clothed cock.

Sunoo: Please, my lady, I need you to touch me here. I can’t endure it anymore.

Wasting no time, Y/N unzipped his pants, pulling them down in one swift motion along with his underwear. Sunoo’s cock sprang free, accompanied by a moan of relief. Y/N licked her lips, admiring its form—it was as perfect as she’d imagined. Of course, it was; he was Sunoo, the great God of Love, who could easily be the God of Perfection.

She took him fully into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his hard length as obscene sounds filled the room. Looking up, Y/N caught the perfect image of Sunoo—his eyes closed, mouth slightly open, saliva dripping at the corners as he lost himself in ecstasy.

Within moments, Sunoo came in her mouth, and Y/N swallowed eagerly. Without hesitation, she repositioned herself, aligning Sunoo’s cock with her dripping entrance, ready to finally feel him inside her.

Y/N: I’ll squeeze you dry and milk every drop from you, and you’ll be an endlessly grateful little slut for me.

Without warning, Y/N lowered herself, her sticky walls enveloping and crushing Sunoo’s aching cock. Both let out loud moans, creating a melody of their own as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. There was a balance between passion and lust, a connection that transcended the physical.

Y/N grabbed Sunoo’s hair forcefully, pulling him to maintain eye contact as she rode his cock with unrelenting vigor, moving at an almost unreal rhythm. Shivers ran through Sunoo’s entire body, causing his wings to quiver down to the last feather.

Sunoo: Please, wait… don’t move—I want to last longer, but it’s too much. I can’t take it.

Y/N: Don’t worry. Come whenever you’re ready. Fill me up, mark me as yours, and don’t hold back.

With that, after a few more thrusts, Sunoo came hard, gripping Y/N’s waist tightly with both hands. But Y/N showed no mercy, continuing to ride him with relentless energy. Tears formed in Sunoo’s eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Y/N: I cried, I begged, and now I’ll use you until I’m satisfied. There’s no escape anymore.

Despite being completely spent, Sunoo nodded, straightening his posture as he watched Y/N rise and fall on his cock. The wet sounds, the way Y/N bit her lips, lost in ecstasy, consumed him. It was painful, but it was the most fulfilling and magnificent pain he had ever imagined.

Some time later, Y/N reached her climax—the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. Still in the same position, she rested her forehead against Sunoo’s, their sweat mixing as they tried to steady their erratic breathing. Everything felt perfect—both heavenly and sinful in equal measure.

As Sunoo and Y/N rested, a shadow crept into the cabin. It was Shadow, the God of Forgetfulness, his dark smile piercing through the moment.

Shadow: Sunoo, by loving as a mortal, you have broken the divine laws. Now, you will pay the price.

Sunoo wrapped his wings protectively around Y/N.

Sunoo: Take me, but spare her!

Shadow: You are bound together. One’s fate belongs to the other.

With a wave of his hand, Shadow engulfed them in darkness. The cabin collapsed, and Sunoo felt his divine power slipping away. He was no longer a God.

This story is part of the universe of ’ Divine Sins: Immortal Fantasies with ENHYPEN ’ created by me.Description:Seven sensual and mysterious tales that delve into the desires between mortals and immortals. Inspired by the members of ENHYPEN, these stories reimagine the group as powerful gods and a fallen angel, all wickedly alluring and irresistibly seductive. Each narrative immerses readers in a world of fantasy, unveiling forbidden passions, divine secrets, and the overwhelming intensity that sparks between celestial beings and an ordinary human. A universe brimming with lust, mystery, and the captivating allure of the forbidden, where every story is an invitation to desire. Contains mature content.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[clangenrising]

I'll be honest, I'm not sure how to feel about Moon 20. I was raised on purity culture and because of that sex is an uncomfortable topic for me, even though I wish it wasn't. I was exposed to that sorta stuff young (not sa, just unrestricted internet access lol) and it did sorta traumatize me, so I just find it disturbing to include sexual references in content that A, is made for a fandom primarily intended for children (which a content creator has to keep in mind regardless of if their content is actually for children imo) and B, has a cast of animals (I'm not saying this equals zoophilic content, but it still feels weird from where I'm standing. I know animals have sex and that it's normal, but I don't want to read about that).

I understand your argument and I appreciate that you offered trigger warnings, though. Idk, part of me wants to be supportive of content that doesn't kink shame and instead educates about different kinks, but I also see why people are getting upset over that moon.

You say that it's first and foremost fiction so even zoophilic content would be fine, but fiction is highly influential, even if it's intended to just be a fantasy. It's like if someone wrote offensive material; that material can subconsciously affect people's mindsets. Obviously if someone goes and fucks an animal that's their choice, it's just that providing content for that sort of stuff really just leans into teaching people it's okay and encouraging it when harmful paraphilias like that need therapeutic attention.

I just wanted to share my thoughts in hopes it might spark some good discussion.

Hey, I wanna thank you for having the bravery to send this. These are exactly the kind of conversations I wanna be having with my audience and I can tell you're coming to this conversation in good faith. If anybody is shitty or condescending in the comments of this, I'm going to be very disappointed.

I was also raised in a purity culture (Mormonism) so I know how you feel. When I was a preteen, I stumbled into erotic Warrior Cats rp forums and they excited and intrigued me and made me feel SUPER guilty. I was convinced for years that I had a porn addiction because I would look at smut every couple months when I was feeling horny. I may not have your exact experiences with purity culture but I definitely know what you mean about sex being an uncomfortable topic for you.

In my experience, this is just something that changes with time and exposure to other people and with a willful choice to change your attitudes, if that's something you want to do.

I understand your aversion to adding these sexual references to a fandom that is "for children" but I personally feel like just because a concept was introduced as being aimed at children doesn't mean it should always be. For example, fairy tales were created for children but dark and adult readings of fairy tales are really interesting and can provide some cool angles on the subject matter that keeping it child friendly wouldn't.

I am conscious of the fact that minors may read my work, which is why I use my tagging system and why the top of my blog says "some content may be PG-13". As well, none of the sexual content I write about is stuff that I would feel uncomfortable discussing with someone 13 years old and up. Teens are curious about sex and I think up front and honest conversations about it are really important to avoid the kind of shame and guilt and also misinformation that comes with purity culture and abstinence only education.

I think that in general, fiction is not harmful, but that doesn't mean it can't be harmful to a specific person. For instance, while I think Non/Dub Con fiction is not inherently harmful, someone who has trauma regarding SA might be harmed by reading that kind of thing. It ultimately falls to people to manage their own online experiences. And when it comes to stuff like zoophilia and being worried about normalizing it, that's why I think it's important to discuss how fiction is just that, fiction.

We shouldn't be forced not to write about sensitive topics, but we should engage with them responsibly and foster a culture that discusses this stuff openly and without judgement.

I don't think there's an easy solution to the feelings you're feeling and that's okay! You shared how you feel, I shared how I feel, and we both listened and considered the others' point of view. I hope everyone will stay respectful, thoughtful, open minded, and empathetic when engaging with this discussion. <3

[yannights]

Thoughts

Am I the only one surprised about the lack of Yandere Wriothesley content?

Upon his first appearance in the "Ouverture", i was deeply excited to see his full appearance, and when the drip marketing arrived I was bouncing off the walls.

I had always been a fan of Yandere content with the Genshin men, like Childe, Diluc and even Alhaitham, but i had finished most of the fics concerning these particular characters and upon laying eyes on Wriothesley, i knew that he would be added to my favourites. I couldn't bare a day without looking forward for the version 4.1 and meet the character and all the stories following with him.

However, despite the amazing fics out there, I was surprised to not see as many as I expected, because most of the fics leaned towards the "smutty nfws" side of things, and while that may please a lot of people, I thought it was kind of sad.

I think it is a missed opportunity, he has the prison, the isolation, the handcuffs and a unique personality setting him quite apart to the yandere genre.

This ultimately made me one of the people who sent out the most requests for Yandere Wriothesley. While I didn't force I did hint with a sledge hammer that he is indeed quite the interesting character in that kind of setting. Upon having a lack of it now this also pushed me to become a writer here so I guess you could say it's good somehow for me right.

I understand that portraying him like this is quite off upon further inspection on his personality. If he were to be real he would never do such things, but goes the same for the other characters and I find Yandere genre being like a AU, so that the way he acts in those kind of things is entirely up to the writers. (I'm also noticing quite the lack of genshin yandere lately so yes, you could say I'm also growing a little desperate myself.)

You guys cannot imagine how much I thank all the people who have created fics on Yandere Wriothesley. There are so many good, that I recommend and I think Yandere Genshin writers a should give him a try even if it's short. There are so many things about the character himself that digs deeper than the ocean.

I'm not forcing anybody to write about him just for my entertainment, if people want to write about him they do, and if they don't then that's fine too but it was just to say that I was actually quite surprised to see that not many people wrote about him. Even though he has quite the audience I still actually think he's quite underrated.

So yeah hope you enjoyed

(Also, he is sooooooooo handsome )

[mushiemellows]

2, 15, 17 for the writer ask game!! love your work <3

2.       Is there a least favorite character or title you dislike writing for?

I have some semi-extensive Jinbei writing on the horizon that I’m not feeling totally confident in. I also am writing some Sanj atm, and I’ve never totally felt confident in how I write him (tho I’ve been practicing and I subjectively think I’m improving?) I also sort of abandoned the Frankenstein fic, I might get back to it one day but it’s ultimately sad and thinking about it makes me feel even sadder to work on. We’ll see how it all pans out, I’d like to return to it one day because I still know where I want the story to go, I just don’t know if I’m in the place to write it yet. But I appreciate what it meant when I wrote it back over new years/xmas. Lots of things. I tend to get really harsh on myself, even tho it’s kind of silly. This is all just playing dolls. I don’t need to be so upset with the things I make, idk. And yet, I do.

15.   What made you start to write fanfiction/stories?

Hm. This is complicated to answer, I guess. Like I guess I’ve been thinking about fic since I was an 8year old kid realizing I could build off of stories in my brain before I went to bed. I used to feel a lot of shame about my desire to write those stories down, though. I was made fun of a lot when I was young for it. When I was in my early 20s I was in a fandom that was hot at the time where I wrote some pretty successful one shots (relatively, idk if they have longevity tho) but I didn’t sit down and start fully typing out words like I have become known for until ~6 months ago. I put out a crap fic I’ve since deleted because I was so ashamed of how bad it was, but it lead to me writing SRH so i can’t be totally mad at it either. And one day, I’ll look back on writing 315k of anime smut as a stepping stone to the next thing after it. It’s just a matter of time and perspective, I know that. I owe a lot to the terrible stories I made up in my brain when I was eight. I owe a lot to the terrible stories I made up in ao3 20 years after that. One day, I’ll look back on this phase too, hopefully. Stories pop into my brain in a way that is easier than words in real life. I like crafting narratives, I’ve fallen in love with the process these last few months. It’s always felt natural to me, and I’m so happy to finally pursue it. It’s freeing.

17.   If there’s one thing you could tell your readers, what would it be?

So I answered this one already, but I’m going to add to it. Oh my god, get weird. We’re in such a fecking different era of art creation, you need to make something weird and off putting to the masses. Find your niche, have confidence with the weird shit you’re into. Every time I get down about like, AI and bullshit like that, I think about the history of the camera and its relationship to painting. When science realized it could capture real life with more “technical precision” with the camera, portraiture and painting didn’t end. It adapted, we got Impressionism, expressionism, surrealism. Poison the content machine with unusable trash. Make something so weird that a computer couldn’t even dream of creating. Get wild, get funky, get freaky, fuck it get a little kinky. You’re never going to appease everyone. Maximum palatability isn’t the point. Be a fucking weirdo on main. Soak it up. Lean in twice as hard. Double down. Freak people out. Get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

Tysm for all of the love 💜💜💜💜

[dylan-harris17]

Week 1 Blog

Social media, in my opinion, is best defined as digital platforms that enable individuals and communities to create, share, and interact with content in real time or asynchronously. While the textbook may focus on the technological or business aspects of social media, I believe its essence lies in its ability to connect people through shared ideas, experiences, and conversations. Social media is more than just tools or apps; it’s a cultural phenomenon that has transformed the way we communicate, consume information, and express ourselves. From platforms like Facebook and Instagram to TikTok and LinkedIn, social media serves as both a mirror and a catalyst for societal trends and personal expression.

As a social media user, I would describe myself as a "selective participant." I use platforms primarily to stay informed, connect with friends and family, and occasionally share my thoughts or experiences. However, I am not the type to document every aspect of my life or chase viral moments. My habits lean toward consuming content rather than creating it, and I gravitate toward platforms that offer a mix of entertainment and information, such as Instagram, Twitter (or X), and YouTube. I’m also mindful of the time I spend on social media, often setting limits to ensure it doesn’t interfere with other aspects of my life. In some ways, I see myself as a critical observer of social media—I’m fascinated by the way trends evolve and how platforms influence public discourse, but I’m also wary of its potential downsides.

One of my strengths in understanding social media is my ability to analyze how it shapes communication and culture. I’ve studied media literacy and have a solid grasp of concepts like algorithmic influence, echo chambers, and the role of user-generated content. This analytical mindset helps me approach social media critically, allowing me to discern credible information from misinformation and recognize the underlying motives behind certain types of content. Additionally, I’m comfortable navigating multiple platforms and understanding their unique features and audience dynamics, which gives me a broader perspective on their uses and impact.

However, I do face challenges when it comes to social media. One of the biggest is keeping up with the rapid pace of change. New platforms, features, and trends emerge constantly, and it can be overwhelming to stay updated. I also struggle with balancing the positive aspects of social media—like staying connected and informed—with its more negative sides, such as doomscrolling or feeling pressured to present a curated version of myself. Another challenge is understanding the deeper technical aspects, such as how algorithms are coded or how data privacy policies impact users, which I hope to learn more about in this class.

Through this course, I want to deepen my understanding of social media from both a theoretical and practical perspective. I’m particularly interested in learning how social media can be used responsibly and ethically, both as an individual and in professional contexts. I hope to gain insights into effective strategies for content creation, community engagement, and digital marketing, as these skills are increasingly valuable in today’s world. Beyond the class, I want to become more intentional in my social media use, leveraging it as a tool for personal growth, creativity, and meaningful connections rather than letting it become a passive or negative influence. Ultimately, I aim to leave this course not only as a more informed user but as someone who can critically engage with social media to make a positive impact.

[mediaevalmusereads]

Bury Your Gays. By Chuck Tingle. Nightfire, 2024.

Rating: 3/5 stars

Genre: horror

Series: N/A

Summary: Misha is a jaded scriptwriter who has been working in Hollywood for years, and has just been nominated for his first Oscar. But when he's pressured by his producers to kill off a gay character in the upcoming season finale―"for the algorithm"―Misha discovers that it's not that simple.

As he is haunted by his past, and past mistakes, Misha must risk everything to find a way to do what's right―before it's too late.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: blood, disturbing imagery, homophobia, body horror, torture

OVERVIEW: Right off the bat, I want to say that I admire Chuck Tingle greatly and love his warm, heartfelt presence online. I also love that he writes queer horror. I just think that his writing style is not for me. While I am interested in the themes Tingle explores in both Camp Damascus and Bury Your Gays, I just ultimately didn't vibe with his prose too much. Your mileage may vary, so if you like queer horror, I suggest giving this book a try yourself.

WRITING: Tingle creates some very evocative images but unfortunately, I felt like his prose leaned too heavily on telling as opposed to showing. While I understand that telling vs showing is a balance, I felt like the scales were tipped in telling's favor, and as a result, I had a hard time experiencing things with our characters.

I also think the beginning of this book was a bit slow. I understand what Tingle was trying to set up, but I didn't feel like things really started to pick up until perhaps the halfway point. Maybe it's because of the prose style, but I just didn't feel like Tingle was building up any sense of real dread that I would expect from a horror story.

Still, credit where credit is due. I was really interested in the way Tingle explored things like rainbow capitalism, queer trauma, the rise of AI, and so forth. He had a lot of important things to say, and I think he integrated them into his story in very compelling ways.

PLOT: The plot of this book follows Misha Byrne, a writer for a studio in LA who is told that he must kill off two queer characters in the TV show he works on. When Misha is hesitant, he notices strange things start to happen around him - things that bring up his own past traumas and anxieties and make them real.

I enjoyed the premise of this book in part because it explored the ways in which corporations exploit queer trauma for profit. It was very clear that Tingle was interested in the way media and capitalism do a disservice to queer characters and queer talent, and I thought it was clever how Tingle also managed to weave in criticisms of things like AI and algorithms.

I do think, however, that the narrative could have been a bit tighter. Some parts of the story seemed to meander a bit and some scenes I think could have been shortened or eliminated altogether in order to keep the momentum going.

TL;DR: Bury Your Gays has a lot of important things to say about queerness and media as well as capitalism and technology, but the prose makes it difficult to emotionally connect with the characters.

CHARACTERS: Misha, our POV protagonist, is compelling on paper, but I found it a bit difficult to connect with him due to the prose style. Misha has a lot of anxiety about being semi-closeted and writing his feelings into his scripts, and in theory, that's a fantastic basis for a protagonist. Unfortunately, I just didn't feel like I was being invited to experience things along with Misha; I was being told a lot, but I always felt somewhat held at arm's length.

Zeke, Misha's boyfriend, seems sweet and supportive, but he didn't have much to do. I understand some tension was introduced by having Zeke be hurt by Misha's shame and by putting Zeke in some danger, but Zeke didn't have much of an arc of his own.

Tara, the head of IT at the studio and Misha's best friend, is quite loud and eccentric. While I appreciated the ace representation, Tara was a little much for me, and despite her role towards the end, she also could have been a little more agentive throughout the story.

I do wish Tingle had built up the relationship between Misha and Jack more as well as Misha and his high school friends. We're told a few times about Misha's feelings for them, but I think Tingle could have done more to help us feel connection so that their arcs felt more consequential.

[tokiro07]

Martial Master Asumi ch.26 thoughts

[On the Fencer]

(Contents: Character analysis - Hanagasaki, critique - art direction, speculation)

Do you think Kawada likes Shaman King? Cus prim and proper lady with a Jeet Kun Do bodyguard sounds awfully familiar, doesn't it?

I'm always a sucker for lovestruck girls, so seeing Hanagasaki instantly fall in love with Bruce Lee and martial arts was immediately endearing for me. I know I said a couple weeks ago that I figured I'd like her a lot, but I didn't expect Kawada to lean this hard into making me do so

It also helps that she clearly does care about Takanori. She says that she wants to be like Bruce Lee, and she certainly seems like the type of strong-willed person to decide on a career path for a whimsical reason like that, but it's also obvious that she's doing this for Takanori's sake too. He loves MMA and has real talent for it, but he was going to give up any chance of going pro so he could focus on protecting Hanagasaki. I'm not going to say that she used MMA as an excuse to let him pursue his passion, but I am going to say that she saw an opportunity that would make them both happy and made sure to take it

Man, in one chapter, they established such a strong and endearing dynamic. They're definitely in the lead for my faves in this series. Plus, Hanagasaki's first punch has exactly the sort of aesthetic that I was hoping to see: her attacks are directly compared to fencing techniques, and even have flower petals for flare! I always wanted one of the National Treasures in Hinomaru Zumou to use a leaf or petal aesthetic, so I'm glad that Kawada looks to be making that happen at long last! Here's hoping we get to see Hangasaki's bloodlust!

Actually, I think that might be the thing that MMA is missing compared to Hinomaru; until Asumi's Water Hammer, all of the moves were just moves, none of them were given exciting imagery to really sell the weight of the moves. If Kawada starts bringing that concept back now, I think readers will start to get more on board going forward. Hopefully other people like Hanagasaki as much as I do!

...Ah, I just realized that I've been calling Takanori by his given name and everyone else by their family names. Oops! I'm already used to it, though, so I'm probably going to keep it up. I might end up changing everyone else to given names over time, but we'll see

To cap it off, I'm not really sure how this fight is going to go. I could see it going either way, since Kawada is the type who likes to build tension by making his characters lose fairly consistently, but he also probably wants to build hype by making Okiba wrack up a good winning streak. We've seen her fight twice, and she won pretty easily both times, so it seems pretty likely that she'll have a more hard-won fight here, but at the same time, Hanagasaki seems like she might be being built up as a major player, so having her lose in her first match while this is Okiba's third might not be the best showing for her (even if she's had three victories off-screen)

Either way, aside from what it will do for both Okiba and Hanagasaki's characters, the purpose of this fight is ultimately going to be to create tension between Asumi and Takanori, as no matter who wins here, their fight will be a revenge match for the honor of their fallen maidens. I get the feeling it would be more compelling for Takanori to be the one taking revenge since his character is more defined by loyalty than Asumi's is, and Asumi would already need to overcome having his confidence shaken from Okiba's loss in the fight with Kuronuma anyway, but it's really hard to say

I'm really looking forward to this fight, and as the first major professional match of the series, I'm willing to bet it's going to be the one that sets the bar for the rest of the series

Until next time

[gold-in-the-shadow]

Remember a while ago I mentioned posting some tumblr exclusives?

Well… here’s this.

Shadow x Infinite, one of my favorites.

This is connected to something I wrote a few years ago, “Phantasmal.” I didn’t feel like posting this on AO3 as a continuation of that, so I thought I’d put it up here. Also, it’s pretty short (and not at all sweet lmao)

Formatting is fucked because I’m on mobile but ehhhh

Suggestive content but nothing explicit. I had a mature content warning on here earlier, but I took it off because this isn’t smut.

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It was a beautifully cruel invention. Naturally, Infinite loved to tell him all about it. You see, in this world, I am free to do anything I wish. Absolutely nothing is off limits. Would you like a detailed demonstration? Here...

Freezing cold, then burning hot; violating him, then sweetly embracing him.

Making him scream as streaks of his blood split the air.

That’s delicious, Infinite cooed from somewhere far above him. Though your tears must taste ten times as sweet.

He would never allow him to find out, regardless of how much control Infinite told them both he had.

If that was what he desired, he had to make a trade.

So he screamed again and again, much to Infinite’s clear enjoyment. Every strike, every slice, every slap was answered with a scream. On and on, as the crimson blood turned to a vivid lime green and his vision began to grow hazy, he ran down the list of things he was willing to sacrifice. He had nothing to preserve, no untouched treasure that he would rather die than surrender. He didn’t care what Infinite did to his body. He screamed freely, conveying his frustration and anger until he was no longer physically able to.

No sound came from his half-open mouth.

“Oh? Have I really beaten all the screams out of you already?”

Something collided with the back of his head— Infinite’s foot, from what it felt like. Again, he opened his mouth; and again, no sound came out. He felt the straining in his raw throat, fruitless. Just how much time had passed...?

“Pathetic. The so-called Ultimate Life Form is this fragile...?”

Fuck you, he wanted to say.

His body wouldn’t let him.

“I must admit, though... the fact that I have brought you to this point is... extremely satisfying, Shadow.”

Just do it, he mouthed, closing his eyes to avoid seeing the rise of Infinite’s hand. He didn’t want to know when it was coming, he didn’t want to see him take the mask off and shake his head while slowly advancing towards him, he didn’t want to feel that little smirk pierce right through him before he tasted it, he didn’t want to taste it, he didn’t want to be caressed by the one who had just spilled his blood, he didn’t want any part of Infinite, and he would rather die.

He never would— not in this world or any other. He would be beaten bloody and broken until he lost his voice, but he would never be allowed that supreme comfort. He would dream of it— of finally slipping away from Infinite into a realm where he felt no pain and perceived nothing but calm and gentle warmth— but he would never know what it felt like to touch the face of that dream.

Unfortunately for him, neither would Infinite.

Beautifully cruel, indeed.

“You are... such a peculiar little creature...”

The whispered words, delivered less than an inch above his lips, were created to tease him. Infinite knew that he wanted to bite back, and he physically could not— in one sense, anyway.

The next time he felt the heat of his breath, he leaned in to collide with him.

“Ah!”

For all that he had endured and would endure, he deserved at least this.

Infinite’s blood tasted quite a bit different than his own: it was more metallic, less sour, and the texture was a bit thinner.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

“Oh, you bastard... telling me to shut up, are you?”

The hand around his throat was even better.

He couldn’t help but smile.

“As always, Shadow, you first.”

This time, when he fell, he knew exactly what was waiting for him at the bottom.

[explorya88]

Before we start there are some things that you, daring explorer of the multiverse, need to know before you read this story:

**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and we encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care and thank you for understanding.

In this story the demon implanted by Kozholok inside Darius has a name: Aeshdeos (pronouns: they/them). He is a Lust demon enslaved by him and put inside Darius to create the ultimate demon in order to allow their tyrannical master to rule the earth and its inhabitants. Unfortunately for Kozholok, Aeshdeos has a plan: to befriend Darius, convince him to embrace his inner darkness so they can share their power and transform him into a Demon Demigod and slay Kozholok, assimilate his remains and transform him into a true Lust Demon God and they will co-rule the earth and its inhabitants.

So Aeshdeos proceeds to befriend Darius, who at first refused and roared to shut up but the more they speak to him, the more he can’t resist their attempt to friendship, to accept their "gifts", all what they say about his so called friends until one night...

About what the seed of Diveshma we need to go century ago... They are one of unholy creations of lust demons who were trying to create super demons by infecting the Sin Assassin with it but it didn't work and so they were tossed away. Century later Aeshdeos found a demon tree full of twisted fruits born from those seeds and tried to have success where the others failed, they did it! With these they infect the Sin Assassins, with them as their soldiers, they quickly conquered and ruled Sodom and Gomorrah for century until they were defeated by Elam Sin Assassin and to add insult to injury they lost their body and somehow ended up enslaved by Kozholok.

Fang is the name I give to Sin With Me MC.

And finally with this premise we can start the tale:

Darius: Beast out of the chain.

Darius stood alone in the dimly lit room, the weight of his past mistakes and success pressing down on him. As he contemplated his choices, a sinister presence began to creep into his mind. Aeshdeos, his inner demon, the one implanted by Kozholok when he was a fetus, whispered with a sinister allure.

Aeshdeos: Darius, my dear, why do you resist the darkness within? Embrace it, and you'll finally be free.

Darius hesitated, his inner turmoil evident in his dark eyes.

Darius: But Aeshdeos, I don't want to become the monster everyone believes I am.

Aeshdeos: Ah, but you see, my friend, those people, your so called friends, are the reason why you're miserable so that they aren’t. What truly matters is your power, your desires, your potential. Embracing your inner darkness will grant you strength beyond imagination and you will become what you are meant to be.

Darius clenched his fists, torn between the need to keep holding onto his ever dim humanity and the allure of his demonhood.

Darius: What if I lose myself in this darkness, Aeshdeos? What if I become a true monster? I don't want to lose Fang and my family.

Aeshdeos leaned in, his voice a sinister whisper.

Aeshdeos: You won't be alone, Darius. I'll always be with you, guiding you, protecting you. Together, we'll revel in the ecstasy of our darkest desires. Besides, you don't have to lose them, because you can gift them this.

Aeshdeos showed Darius something that looked like a seed of a fruit but seemed to have come right out of a book of H.P. Lovercraft. Darius realized that he stood at the precipice of a life-altering decision, torn between his morality and the seductive promises of Aeshdeos, his inner demon.

Aeshdeos (whispering temptingly): Darius, can you not feel the allure of a world without constraints, where desires know no boundaries?

Darius (hesitant): But at what cost, Aeshdeos? To forsake all morality, to lead them into unrestrained hedonism...

Aeshdeos (smirking): Ah, my dear Darius, think of the ecstasy, the rapture! They will thank you for liberating them from the shackles of virtue and make you their eternal tyrant forever. Now eat the seed of Divashma!

Darius (with a sly grin): Ah, Aeshdeos, you always have a way with words. Liberation, you say? Well then, let's give them a taste of what they've been missing!

As Darius ate the first seed of Divashma within himself, the night seemed to darken further, as if the very heavens disapproved of this unholy act. He felt a surge of dark energy coursing through his veins. Aeshdeos watched with a malevolent glee as Darius transformed, his once-human features contorting into something otherworldly: from its shoulders he grew a pair of majestic wings that were breathtaking and majestic with iridescent feathers, his hair grew long, flowing hair cascaded like liquid silver down its back, his eyes are twin pools of abyssal darkness and two arias-like horns grow on his skull. His laughter echoed through the heart of the night, a sinister symphony that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to listen. The air grew thick with an aura of malevolence, and the very ground seemed to tremble in response to the newfound power coursing through Darius.

Darius (voice dripping with wicked delight): Behold, Aeshdeos, the birth of a new era! The shackles of virtue shall crumble before our might, and the world will bow to my dark desires!

Aeshdeos (smirking): Indeed, Darius, the world will never be the same again. Your reign of darkness has begun! And, as your right hand demon, and advisor it shall be an eternal reign!

Two weeks later....

Fang stood there, in the hotel where the Sin Assassins resided, her eyes filled with both anger and disappointment, her heart heavy with betrayal. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she began to speak, her words laced with bitterness.

Fang: You all claim to be protectors, friends, and righteous souls, but look at yourselves in the mirror!

Fang's voice cracked with emotion.

Fang: Just as Yvette accused you of being, you're nothing but hypocrites, self-righteous, and mighty fools. You turned against Darius without hesitation, just because of the demon issue. It's as if you've always secretly hated him. I'm quite surprised that you didn't kill him in his sleep!

She didn't wait for their response. Turning away, Fang decided that she couldn't stand by those who had abandoned her and Darius in their time of need. She stormed off, determined to be by Darius's side no matter what it took, even if it meant seeking help from the opposite side.

The story continue below👇, instead if you wish to known what is happening to the Sin Assassins of Night of Sin Circus the go the links below:

Ascension of the Dark Sin Assassins:

Wrath journey: The Speed Devil

Envy journey: Pixie Laverna Dragon

Gluttony: Beelzebub the devourer prince

Sloth: The Chaos Leprechaun

Once she was safely home, Fang remembered the number Yvette had given her months ago. She dialed it, her heart racing as the phone rang several times before Yvette's voice answered with unexpected warmth.

Yvette: Hello? Wait, Fang, is that you?

She asked, surprised that Fang called her.

Fang: Hey, Yvette, I need your help....

Five months passed when, in exchange for giving them the heirloom, they helped and still help me to find Darius and protect him from any threat.

Yvette: What are you doing up so late? Or so early, I guess. Is something wrong?

Yvette asked, curious.

Fang: Still no news about Darius?

Yvette: Nothing, I'm sorry.

The story continue below👇, instead if you wish to known what is happening to the Sin Assassins of Deadly Sin Circus the go the links below:

Ascension of the Dark Sin Assassins:

Pride: The Morning Star.

Greed: Pele Goddess of the Night.

Fang: I'm a bit sleepy. I think I'll head to bed now. Is that alright, Yvette?

Fang replied.

Yvette: Yeah, sure. Call me if you need anything.

Yvette said.

Fang: Thanks, I will. Bye

Fang turned off her phone and put it away. She got into bed and wrapped herself in her blankets. Just thinking about Darius again made her feel warm and fuzzy all over, like when they were together. She dreamed that she was in his room, waiting for him to return, when she came close to give up, she felt two hand hug her they warmth so familiar.

Fang: Darius, is that you?

Darius: My princess, i missed you.

Fang: Darius!

Fang whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around him. She could feel his muscular body pressed against her, warm and inviting. She kissed him passionately, unable to resist his charms.

Fang: I missed you so much!

She breathed, her voice soft and sensual. She pulled him closer to her, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers.

Darius: Me too, staying away from you is pure torture.

Fang: How are you in dreams?

Darius: Perks of being a Demi-god Lust Demon actually. I tricked Kozholok into thinking that I willingly serve him so that he will teach me all his tricks, perks, and skills (and to Aeshdeos, but I will let her know it later, when the plan is already completed). Once I learn all of them, I will destroy him and save (actually conquer and rule) the world.

Fang: Ok, i trust you.

Darius: But enough with sad and depressing stuff, let us have a night of love and merriment.

Darius proceeds to massage her skin with his smooth hands making her shiver in pleasure.

Fang: Mhhhh...

Darius: Don't hold back your moan.

Fang: Darius, Darius!

Fang moans loudly, she feels like she is in heaven. Darius is happy to see his love so pleased and happy, he will make her reach the nirvana. Then he proceeds to kiss every inch of Fang skin making her quiver in bliss. Fang's breathing was getting heavier as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She let out some soft moans, and bit her lip to hold back louder noises. She was enjoying this so much, feeling all of Darius's sweet touches all over her body. His kisses on her skin were making everything feel sensitive, and she couldn't help but feel tingly all over. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into this delicious bliss. Darius then cups, spanks and licks Fang breasts sending her waves of ecstasy. He chuckled seductively, to see her slowly fall into bliss. Now, he places the seed of Divashma to amplify her pleasure... and to remove those foolish human restraints, shame and morals so she can truly free, unbound and thus his Queen. Fang felt as if she was being taken to the highest level of pleasure, every touch sending waves of euphoria crashing against her. Darius's spell had removed all her human restraints, and she was just giving in to her cravings. No thoughts, no regrets, no barriers. Just pure, unlimited, intoxicating pleasure. It almost felt too good to be true, but she couldn't help it. She was letting herself go. Darius was delighted to see Fang succumb to the full power of his spell, and he whispered to her.

Darius: Let your fears, your doubts, your shame, and your morals all melt away, my Queen. Just give into your pleasures. You don't need logic or reason now.

His voice was filled with a seductive and commanding tone, making it impossible for Fang to resist his power. He continued...

Darius: Dive into the deepest depths of pleasure, my Queen. Embrace every sensation and every feeling. Let it all wash over you, filling you up with ecstasy like you've never known before.

Fang: Yes! Yes! Take me, let us become one.

Darius: Since you ask so nicely, who am I to deny you?

Darius enters Fang and fills her to the brim; Fang felt the waves of pleasure grow stronger as she felt everything around her melt away. Her body was trembling, and her breath was getting heavy. All she could focus on were her feelings: the way Darius's was heightening her sensations and the way his touches were igniting all over her body. She gave in to it all, letting the pleasure take her away to a world where nothing else mattered. Her eyes were closed, but the scene she was imagining felt so real that she felt like she could see every single detail. It was as if she was right there with Darius. With a grunt, he reaches his pleasure and fills Fang with his seed, making her scream in pleasure too. Suddenly Fang eagerly took Darius's throbbing cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Fang: Mmm, Darius, do you like how my mouth feels wrapped around your cock?

Her lips tightened around him, applying just the right amount of pressure as she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth sliding along his length.

Darius: Fuck, Fang. Your mouth feels amazing. Keep going, baby. I want to feel your tongue on me.

Darius's moans of pleasure filled the air, his body trembling with each sensation. Fang's tongue skillfully explored every inch of his shaft, gliding along the veins and teasing the sensitive underside.

Fang: You like it when I swirl my tongue around the head, don't you? I love the way you taste, Darius.

Darius: I can't get enough of you, Fang. Your mouth is so fucking good. Suck me harder, baby.

She knew exactly how to bring him to the brink of ecstasy, her mouth working tirelessly to please him.

Darius: Fuck, Fang, I'm getting close. I want to come in your mouth. Can I?

Fang: Yes, Darius. I want to taste you. Give it to me.

With a primal growl, Darius's orgasm washed over him. Fang eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his release. She continued to suck gently, milking him of every last drop until he went limp in her mouth.

Darius: So good, my queen.

Fang (purred jockingly): So i am your Queen? Then please your queen with your cock in my pussy again and dominate me?

Darius's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and dominance as he heard Fang's words. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her close to him, his voice low and commanding.

Darius: Oh, you want to be dominated, my Queen? You want me to please you with my cock?

Fang nodded, a submissive smile playing on her lips.

Fang: Yes, Darius. I want you to take me, to show me who's in control.

Darius wasted no time. With a swift, assertive movement, he lifted Fang onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

Darius: You belong to me, Fang, you're mine to pleasure and dominate.

He growled, his fingers teasingly trailing along her inner thighs. Fang's breath hitched, her anticipation growing.

Fang: Yes, Darius. I'm yours.

Without further hesitation, Darius plunged his thick cock into Fang's wet, eager pussy. She gasped at the sudden sensation, her body arching with pleasure. Darius's thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, each one hitting her deepest pleasure spots, driving her wild with desire. Fang moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission.

Fang: Yes, Darius. Take me. Show me what it means to be owned by you.

Darius's grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts becoming more intense. He reveled in the power he held over her, relishing in the knowledge that he was fulfilling her deepest desires. Fang's body quivered beneath him, her moans growing louder with each powerful thrust, as they moved in perfect rhythm, their connection intensified. Fang's submissive nature and Darius's dominant presence fueled their passion, creating an electric atmosphere of pleasure and control, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, their moans mingling in a symphony of ecstasy. Fang's body quaked with each thrust, her walls clenching around Darius's cock, urging him closer to his release. Darius's voice, filled with dominance, filled the room.

Darius: You're mine, Fang. Say it. Say you're mine.

Fang's voice trembled with pleasure as she succumbed to his command.

Fang: I'm yours, Darius. Completely yours.

With a final, powerful thrust, Darius spilled himself deep inside Fang, marking her as his own. They both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined, basking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. As they catch the breath....

Darius: Sorry, but I need to go. There are some affairs I must deal with in order to never be teared apart.

Fang: Don't go, please.

Darius: Don't worry, please be patient and wait for me.

Darius kisses her. Fang wakes up and feels a sense of peace and liberation wash over her as she does, the dream still so vivid in her mind. It was like she had been given a glimpse of her full potential, the ultimate version of herself. She felt more powerful and alive than she had ever felt before. She stretched, feeling the warmth of Darius's touch all over her body. She had never felt so free, and she wanted to hold onto this feeling forever. She couldn't wait to see Darius again. Fang goes to the kitchen and starts making breakfast. Then, her mother Joyce comes in to help her with breakfast.

Joyce: My daughter, how are you feeling?

With a dark smile, she answers.

Fang: I'm great!

Joyce: That's good to hear, dear. How did you sleep? I was just about to start cooking breakfast, but you beat me to it.

Joyce replied with a smile. Fang felt a smile spread across her face as she remembered her dream.

Fang: I slept just fine, thank you very much. Ah, you know, I just had the mosy wonderful dream.

She added, looking at her mother with a sly smile.

End Part 1.

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The Raven - Chapter 34

*Warning Adult Content*

"The two boys are currently together in the tower, Your Majesty," Delilah informs the king, bowing slightly as she enters the room.

"I escorted them there personally and cast a spell upon the room to ensure no one can enter without my permission."

"I despise being ignorant to what is happening in my own castle," the king grumbles, a deep sigh following his words. "Enlighten me on what happened earlier."

"Well, Your Majesty, I apologize, I am sure you will not be pleased," the witch replies, her arms crossing over her chest. "The commotion began when the queen announced an engagement ball for Prince Henry and Princess Elaina without the prince's consent."

Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, the king lets out a loud groan.

Of course, his wife was the perpetrator behind this mess.

She is always causing trouble, that one.

It is as if 'drama' were her middle name or something.

On days like this one, the king surely cannot understand why he ever agreed to marry her in the first place.

"Continue," he says, motioning at Delilah with his hand, hoping to speed up the conversation and figure out a way to finally sort out the damage caused by his meddling wife.

"Prince Henry obviously did not like that idea, so he and the raven met in the garden. While there, they had Earl, the servant, marry them," continues the witch. "The queen saw what they were doing and ordered that the raven be locked in the dungeon in order to protect the arrangement between the prince and Princess Elaina."

"Why must that blasted woman always insist on ruining my plans?" His Majesty mumbles to himself.

He rubs his palm over his face, hoping to soothe the frazzled nerves caused by the news of his wife's inherent incompetence. "You said both boys are safe now?" he asks.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she responds dutifully. "I have made sure of it."

"Not if I have something to do with it," the queen's voice sounds from behind them, drawing their attention toward the doorway. "Tell me, witch. Why is it that every time I go searching for my dear husband, I seem to always stumble upon the two of you together?" she asks, her voice dripping with venom.

Delilah smiles wickedly, not missing the hint of jealousy hidden in Her Majesty's tone.

The king, irritated by the queen's presence in general but also at her recent offensive and obstructive behaviors, angrily says...

"Well, now that you are here, care to explain what the hell you are doing?"

"I was trying to protect our son," Her Majesty shouts at her husband. "I was simply doing my job to protect him and simultaneously trying to protect our kingdom."

Crossing the room and closing the distance between them, the tone of the king's voice rises drastically.

"You cannot do both," he yells, his chest heaving with the sheer force of his rising fury. "The prophecy was clear, Felicia. If not the raven, then some other boy."

"No! I do not believe it," the queen protests. "If Henry would just settle down with the Princess instead..."

The king interrupts her, his voice booming even louder this time...

"Enough. The prophecy states he will marry a man. It clearly details that there will be an uprising within the kingdom as the word spreads and our entire country will be left in shambles. If we do things your way, we will lose them both, Felicia. That is why I had Delilah create the raven, so our son would fall in love with him. I did it so he could experience true love before his death because that is all I could give him. We cannot save both our son and the kingdom. I had to make a decision and I chose our people. But I can, at the very least, ensure that the life he lives before his untimely death is one filled with the ultimate love. Why will you not let me do that for him, Felica? Why are you so dead set against our son's happiness?"

As the shouting continues, the boys are stopped in their tracks, frozen in place in the corridor just outside of the room, unfortunately, they had heard every word of the confessions so carelessly being revealed at a volume extreme enough for the entire castle to overhear.

Prince Henry's mind stops short, practically short-circuiting as he tries to understand what his parents are arguing about.

What is this about a prophecy?

His parents knew that he would someday fall in love with another man? And his father was not opposed to this idea? And his mother... She has been trying so hard to arrange his marriage to a woman in order to what? Protect him from being gay? To stop a war from brewing among their people? Henry suddenly thinks that he does not really know his parents at all.

And the kingdom... would they really be so against him that it would lead to such drastic measures?

Would they willingly put their lives at risk and murder other innocent civilians just because their future king is in love with another man?

Surely, they would not stoop to such barbaric actions over something so...

Well, in Henry's opinion, something entirely normal.

Also, if what his father said is true, that means that Caleb is his perfect match.

He was explicitly engineered especially for him, like two halves to a whole, two pieces of the same soul, they are made to complement each other perfectly.

They are made to fit together effortlessly, flawlessly, they belong together, just as he had thought.

Meanwhile, Caleb's existential crisis drowns out the sounds of the ongoing argument.

The roaring thoughts in his head are so loud that they are almost deafening.

He was created specifically for Henry to fall in love with?

Their instantaneous bond, the undeniable connection, the profound love they share... it was his mother's plan all along?

None of it was real?

It was simply... magic.

He had heard the king's words loud and clear, if it were not for him, Henry would have fallen for some other boy.

Does... Does that mean that Henry was never truly his, to begin with?

Has Caleb somehow stolen someone else's destiny simply by existing?

How... How could his mother and the king manipulate people's lives in such a way?

And just as he feared, an uprising has been predicted.

His love for Henry will be the cause of the kingdom's downfall, the reason so many people will undoubtedly lose their lives as they fight against each other for what they believe is right.

The raven shudders at the thought of all the harm that had likely been caused simply by his creation.

He aches for the lives that could now be ruined because someone decided to take fate into their own hands.

His heart shatters in his chest, crumbling to pieces as he incessantly worries about the inevitable consequences such actions will inflict upon the undeserving people whose destinies have been tampered with.

He worries about... Henry...

Caleb's eyes widen in horrified realization.

In his clouded state, while he had been focusing on whether or not Henry would still love him without the magical intentions behind his creation, he had entirely neglected to process the fact that Henry's life is quite literally on the line.

The king had mentioned something about Henry's death.

The raven's heart beats erratically in his chest as he draws himself back to the screaming match happening just within earshot, he needs to collect all the details in order to protect Henry from whatever demise they are speaking about.

"You imbecile," the queen sobs hysterically, her words hardly intelligible through her panting breaths. "I could have saved them both if you had given me a chance. I could have saved him and you ruined it. I could have saved him."

Her Majesty's pained cries and wails fill the room as no one speaks for several minutes.

The tension in the air is thick and palpable, one could likely cut it with a knife, should they try.

It is not long before Delilah grows tired of the queen's obsessive and utterly pathetic crying.

Breaking the silence, she says...

"If we kill him now, we can prevent the war from occurring in the first place. If we do not..."

"If you want to kill Henry, you will have to go through me first," Caleb says, stepping into the room behind the queen, his prince at his side.

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Hello Can we talk about your talent girl you're shinning ❤💅💅

But seriously you're work is awesome

Tell me plz if I can request this:

Takemitchi coming back to the past not understanding what is missing for the future

He is in one of toman meeting waiting for the "talk" but he hear some noise behind the tree 🌳and when he go to see he find micky and his gf(s/o) kissing and being lovey dovey and then he understands that she is the reason of mickeys dark implusion (dk if i wrot it good)

Like her dying in his arms so like takemitchi want to save both of them (I'm sucker for this type of angst 🤧)

Sorry if this is too much 😅you don't have to do it just wanted to cry

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Oh my god! I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing and thank you so much! You have just made my whole week with that! ❤️😭❤️

Of course! I am a sucker for angst (if you couldn't tell from my posts) and this is just amazing!!

Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this @kimrena-stuff

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Mikey X f!reader (fluff with angst)

TW: mentions of death, sadness, blood, violence, canon divergence, alternate timeline

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The future still wasn't perfect in Takemichi's eyes. Sure, most of the people he tried saving survived but there still was no happy ending for any of them. And once again, Hinata had been killed.

It was confusing him. Surely he had made sure that everything was fixed in the past? What was he missing that could have caused another bad future. The blond had even asked Chifuyu about any events that could be coming up that would cause Mikey to turn out the same as he had every other future. Was it Kisaki? But Kisaki had been fired from Toman.

Chifuyu could not offer much information, after all, he did not know the future and Mikey hadn't declared a war on any other gangs since last time Takemichi had gone back. So there was no luck in that department. Maybe they were both overlooking something small that would be massive in the future?

Takemichi was sort of thankful that he had been called up about the Toman meeting that was happening that night. He could find his answer there, he was sure. After all, each meeting he had gone to so far had provided him with an idea of what was going to happen.

He had arrived at the shrine earlier than most other members. The only ones he really knew that had arrived were Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu considering that was who he hitched a ride with. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except Mikey wasn't with Draken as he usually would be.

Curiosity had gotten the better of the young Toman, he had went to ask Draken where the captain was. Draken simply pointed over to a gathering of trees, explaining that Mikey could usually be found there before meetings start. That seemed to only make the boy's curiosity worse, wondering what Mikey could be doing in the cover of the trees.

He couldn't be meeting up with Kisaki still, could he? Is that why the future was not getting any better? Panic filled Takemichi as he approached the trees. If he was talking with Kisaki then that could be his only chance to stop it and create the perfect future he wanted!

It was as he was getting closer that he heard what he thought was two voices talking quietly. Not quiet enough where it could be considered whispering but enough where Takemichi couldn't make out the words being exchanged. He could tell one of them was definitely Mikey but the other could have been anyone. Had Mikey decided to ally himself with someone even more dangerous than Kisaki was proving to be? After all, nobody in Toman had been able to see Mikey in the future so it could be possible.

Trying his best to hide himself from Mikey, Takemichi peeked his head around to find a sight that made his cheeks flush a dark red. Mikey had both hands against a tree trunk with an absolute hottie between them. At first, it seemed a little alarming for the younger blond until he had noticed the soft smile and blush that dusted your features.

It was only when Mikey leaned down to press a kiss to your lips that Takemichi had felt he was overstaying his welcome. Especially since he wasn't really welcome in the first place. He was simply a creepy peeper at that moment. Why did he keep ending up in these types of moments that made him look like a creep?! First it was with Emma and now he was essentially watching his captain make out with his girlfriend.

"I love you, Mikey." Your voice was breathless from that kiss, your eyes sparkling as they stared into your lover's dark ones. It was obvious to anyone that you were both so in love with each other. Hell, you were sneaking off together at any moment you could find just to be all lovey dovey with each other.

"I love you more, Y/N."

Takemichi had caught that small snippet of your conversation as he was trying to silently walk away. He really didn't want to be caught by the Invincible Mikey staring at the loving exchange after all. But it did get him thinking. Had you ever been mentioned in the future? Surely if you were this in love, you would remain by Mikey's side forever?

The Toman meeting started as it usually did. You would be sat on the stairs while your boyfriend would address the issues related to the gang. Everyone knew who you were, you would always be at the meetings after all unless you had to attend to other business. That would explain why Takemichi hadn't seen you. You must have been attending to other things every meeting that the blond went to. All throughout the meeting, Takemichi could only try and recall if you're present in some way in the future. Surely you would still be hanging around with the same people 12 years later.

He would have to contact Naoto in the future as soon as he could. After all, if there was something big that was going to happen then he would want to find out as soon as he could. And so, as soon as the meeting was finished, he made his way to the Tachibana household to find young Naoto.

"So, how did it go? Were you able to change anything?" That was the first thing Naoto asked once Takemichi had woken up. It was the same routine each time. Naoto would ask if he had changed anything, knowing that it wasn't enough since Hinata was still dead. But maybe if something had changed, they were a little bit closer to finding out what was causing this chain of reactions.

Takemichi shook his head and then dived headfirst into his question. He had asked if you were ever mentioned in one way or another. Maybe if you were still alive, something must have happened between you and Mikey which he could prevent from occurring. Just thinking back on how in love you both were with each other, he was beginning to doubt that it was a simple break up.

It had taken the two males a full hour until your name had popped up in their searches. It really didn't help that Takemichi only knew your first name and that you would hang out with Toman. The news article had filled the computer screen, a photo of you smiling in the top corner of the page. It gave off a vibe that didn't match the contents of the article.

You had been stabbed 15 times in the chest and stomach during a gang brawl between Toman and a gang Takemichi hadn't heard of yet. You were rushed to the hospital but had died before the doctors could reach you. It stated that it was a boy named Manjiro Sano that had brought you in.

It all started to make sense now. You had been caught up in the brawl and had sustained injuries that had ended your life. So Mikey had lost himself when you had died in his arms as he tried his best to save you.

Takemichi checked the date on which you had died. 2 days from today. Why wasn't this brawl mentioned at the Toman meeting?! Did Mikey keep it a secret or was it a spontaneous confrontation? Takemichi could only guess it was the second option. Especially since the brawl would take place at Toman's meeting spot at the shrine.

"I need to save Y/N from dying. That is what we were missing! If she survives, Mikey won't lose another piece of himself." And with that, the handshake that activated the time leaping had taken place.

Takemichi had explained his plan to Chifuyu. Explained how there would be a brawl the next day at the shrine and how that is possibly the trigger for the bad futures. After all, Mikey might stay sane with you by his side. Chifuyu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A gang would have the balls to enter the meeting place of Toman just to start a fight? They must either hold a huge grudge against them or were just plain insane. No gang was to ever enter another gang's meeting spot as it was seen as sacred.

The blond had vowed that he would do anything he could to protect you from harm and ultimately save Mikey from his dark future. Even if he had to glue himself to your side, he would make sure nothing happened to you. He would make up for the time he had failed to save Baji.

You and Mikey continued with your routine. Enter the tree clearing and spend some quality time together. You both exchanged kisses, splitting the dorayaki you would keep on you for your boyfriend, and joking around. Everything a couple in love should do.

The day of the brawl had arrived and so had the rival gang. It was in the middle of Mikey addressing his gang that the opponent's had arrived. The shock was quickly erased as the fighting began. Mikey had made sure you stayed close behind him so he could keep you safe, even though you could fight. Maybe not as well as most of the Toman members but you were capable of keeping yourself safe.

Takemichi scanned the entire shrine area in search of you. Relief had briefly enveloped the middle schooler. After all, if Mikey was with you, nobody could touch you. Or that's what everyone had thought. You had been separated from Mikey as soon as the gang members discovered you were cared for deeply by him. They had thought that if they got you, they could win the fight.

It was if the world was entering slow motion. Takemichi tried to push his way to where you were being dragged, the determination to save everyone being his main driving force. Mikey had yet to notice you were no longer behind him, too focused on taking out the leader and winning the brawl so he could take you home where you would be safe. However, that plan was quickly becoming less likely.

"Shit! Move out of my way!" Takemichi had panic pumping throughout his veins. If he couldn't get to you in time, there was no second chance. It was times like this that made him realise just how human he was. He was one boy, not a God. He could only do so much. But he was sure as hell gonna try and save you.

"Y/N!" Takemichi's voice carried across the entirety of the battlefield. So much so that everyone had frozen, especially Mikey. He turned his gaze to behind him where he thought you were only to find you were missing. Frantic, his dark eyes scanned the area until they rested on you being held against your will. The boy who held you had his arm across your neck, squeezing so you couldn't call out to your boyfriend. However, it was the knife that he pointed to your chest that had Mikey scared.

Takemichi was the only person who didn't freeze, pushing his way past the bodies that stood like statues. He could make it! He could save everyone with this one action! He was convinced that this was why Mikey had given into his dark impulses and why no-one could get their happily ever afters.

He was too late. The knife had pierced through your chest, narrowly missing any vital organs. This had seemed to spur the younger blond to increase his speed, trying to keep in mind that you could survive if he kept the stabs to a minimum. After all, the news article had explained how you had been stabbed 15 times. One was fixable. One he could deal with.

Mikey couldn't seem to move. His love had been stabbed. For no other reason than they were there and sticking by him. This wasn't fair. You had nothing to do with what the problem was and you shouldn't be paying the price for it either.

It felt like an eternity for Takemichi to reach where you were. His legs were screaming at him to stop and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. In the time it took him to get to you, you had sustained another two stabs in your stomach and chest. The person doing it was nothing short of a monster. He didn't care that you were innocent or that you were a girl. He just continued his mission.

The sound of skin to skin contact echoed, a sickening crack following along. Takemichi had landed the hardest punch he could muster against the side profile of the monster. The crack was the jaw breaking underneath the force. You were released as the perpetrator stumbled backwards, falling as he lost consciousness. Takemichi had made it but he wasn't confident that it was in time. He couldn't help but watch as you smiled and fell sideways. Fueled simply by the adrenaline, he had carefully picked you up in his arms before starting his journey to the hospital.

Draken had been the one to snap Mikey out of his daze, telling him to get his bike. There was no way that Takemichi would get there in time if he was simply thinking of running. And so that's what Mikey did. He fired up his precious bike, ordering the young blond to climb onto the back before speeding his way to the closest medical facility.

Due to all of this, you had survived. Takemichi had succeeded in saving you and thus saving Mikey. There was a possibility that the future would be good this time.

Once he had heard you were alive and doing well, Mikey had finally let himself react. Tears fell one after the other down his cheeks and relief had lifted his heart. He wouldn't lose you. You were alive because of Takemitchy. That is something Mikey couldn't thank the younger blond enough for. He had saved your life when Mikey could do nothing but watch.

Everyone expressed their gratitude for Takemichi. After all, they couldn't imagine what Mikey would turn out like if he had lost you during that fight. Takemichi had an idea but wasn't about to spill what the future he knew was like. Speaking of which, he did wonder how this had affected his future. Would everyone finally have their happy endings? He sure did hope so.

As soon as Naoto had shook his hand, Takemichi had found himself sitting at a table with a can of beer in his hand. Confused on what was going on, he glanced around at his surroundings. He was currently in a home that looked nothing like his apartment. Photos of a couple he vaguely recognised littered the walls, there was the scent of takeout wafting in the air, and the noise was loud yet joyful.

A few days later, Takemichi decided to head back to where he belonged. 12 years in the future. You had been discharged from the hospital and probably on a date with Mikey as he approached the Tachibana residence. Thinking about it, Mikey had seemed to brighten up more ever since you had been allowed out of the hospital. Takemichi laughed as he recalled Mikey buried under a large bouquet of your favourite flowers and a giant plushie of your favourite animal on that day. You had simply laughed before peppering the Toman leader's face in kisses. You had also planted a peck on the younger boy's cheek as a sign of how grateful you were to him. After all, if Takemichi hadn't done any of that, you wouldn't be able to spend anymore time with Mikey. You owed him your life.

That's when Takemichi realised he had done it. Hinata was chatting happily with Yuzuha and Hakkai about their experiences in Europe; Mitsuya, Smiley and Angry were laughing about some inside joke no-one knew about; Pah-chin and Peh-yan were discussing business relating to the real estate agency; Kazutora and Inui were drinking in the corner, simply observing the festivities; and Draken was chatting away happily to Mikey, his arm around Emma's waist as she tried to soothe their baby. Takemichi had saved them all. They were all OK. Most of all, Hinata was alive.

"Anyone needing any refills?" your voice trailed in from where you stood in the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen. You looked almost the same except for a few features. Takemichi knew at that moment that this was the perfect future for everyone, especially when Hinata had come over and kissed his cheek. The discussion around the room had suddenly become one as everyone spoke about the upcoming weddings between you and Mikey as well as the one between Takemichi and Hinata. For the first time in a long time, Takemichi could let go of the weight he had carried around and enjoy his life with his friends and his fiancé.