#anyways i tried not to make exe TOO powerful in my head when thinking about this and taking his powers into consideration bc that's boring

[moonselune]

I absolutely love how you write for the bg3 companions!!

Can we get romanced companions reacting to seeing Tav being approached by an abusive ex, who grabs them violently when Tav tries to walk away from the confrontation? They are grabbed violently by the hair, neck, wrist, etc? Thank you!!

omg yessssssssss tw everyone this will contain themes of abuse and domestic violence so if you are uncomfortable with that please click off and I will see you in the next one xox

Karlach:

The tavern was warm and lively, filled with the buzz of laughter, clinking mugs, and the hum of an old bard strumming away in the corner. You sat close to Karlach at a small, dimly lit table, her broad grin as radiant as ever. Her laughter boomed over some silly tale you'd told, her joy contagious as the two of you sipped from your mugs. The night was going perfectly—until they showed up.

You didn’t see your ex at first, but you heard their voice, a cold and unwelcome shard of your past cutting through the tavern’s warmth. “Well, well. Look who it is.”

Your stomach dropped. Turning slowly, you saw them, standing just a few feet away with that same cruel smirk you’d hoped to never see again. They looked the same, too—bitter, angry, and clearly still holding a grudge. Karlach’s laughter faded as she noticed your sudden shift in demeanor. Her eyes flicked between you and the person now looming over your table.

“Not here,” you said softly, your voice steady but laced with warning. “Don’t make a scene. Just leave.”

They laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that turned heads. “Oh, I’m making a scene?” they sneered, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk out of my life and act like nothing happened?”

You tried to stand, but before you could, their hand shot out and grabbed your arm, fingers digging into your skin.

“You’re not going anywhere,” they hissed.

The motion was so sudden that the tavern seemed to freeze for a moment. The mug in Karlach’s hand thudded onto the table, her expression darkening in an instant.

“Get your hands off them,” she said, her voice a low, warning growl.

Your ex sneered at her, but before they could say anything more, Karlach shot up from her seat. She shoved them back with one powerful hand, forcing them to release you. The force sent them stumbling, their eyes widening in shock.

“You okay?” Karlach asked, her warm brown eyes filled with concern as she turned to you. Her hand came to your cheek, her thumb brushing gently against your skin.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, though your voice wavered slightly. “Let’s just—”

Before you could finish, your ex stormed back, their face twisted in rage. They lunged toward you, but they didn’t get far. Karlach’s fist met their face in a flash of fiery determination, the impact so loud it echoed through the now-silent tavern. Your ex crumpled to the floor in a heap, unconscious before they even hit the ground.

Karlach flexed her fingers, looking down at them with disdain.

“Idiot,” she muttered, then turned back to you. “C’mon, love. Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for your coat. As the two of you walked out into the cool night air, Karlach slipped an arm around your shoulders, her presence grounding you.

“Sorry about that,” you murmured after a few moments of silence. “I didn’t think they’d—”

“Stop,” Karlach said gently, her voice firm but kind. “You don’t owe me an apology for their bullshit. What’s their deal, anyway?”

You hesitated but eventually sighed. “We were together a long time ago. It… wasn’t a good relationship. They were controlling, mean. It took everything I had to leave.”

Karlach’s jaw tightened, and you could see the flicker of rage in her eyes as she looked straight ahead.

“Should’ve killed the arsehole,” she muttered under her breath.

You chuckled softly, though it was tinged with nervousness. “You don’t have to solve everything with violence, you know.”

She looked down at you, her expression softening.

“Not everything,” she said with a small grin. “But that? They had it coming.” Her arm tightened around you. “No one gets to treat you like that. Not while I’m here.”

A warm wave of gratitude washed over you as you leaned into her, the safety of her presence more comforting than words could express. “Thank you, Karlach.”

“Always, love,” she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. As the two of you walked home, you felt lighter, knowing you were no longer alone in facing the ghosts of your past.

Minthara:

The streets of Baldur's Gate were alive with the din of activity: merchants haggling in the marketplace, children darting between the crowd, and the occasional bard strumming a jaunty tune. You walked alongside Minthara, her presence commanding, as always. Her arm curled around your waist with a possessiveness that was both protective and tender. Her silvery hair caught the evening light, and her voice, low and firm, reached your ear.

“We are being followed,” she murmured, her lips brushing your temple. “Someone’s gaze lingers far too long on you.”

Your heart sank, a sinking pit of familiarity clawing at your gut. You subtly glanced over your shoulder under the guise of adjusting your scarf, and that’s when you saw them: your abusive ex. Their figure lingered in the shadows, weaving through the crowd like a snake, their eyes fixed on you with that same unsettling intensity you had tried so hard to forget.

“Dammit,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. The weight of the moment sank in, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

Minthara’s amber eyes narrowed as she studied your expression.

“Who is that?” she asked, her voice icy and sharp.

You hesitated, considering whether to brush it off, but you knew better than to lie to Minthara. “Do you remember the scar just above my hip?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper.

Her grip on your waist tightened as she nodded, her gaze fixed on you, unreadable yet intense.

“They gave it to me,” you admitted, keeping your voice steady. “It happened the day I tried to leave them. We fought, and—” You stopped, the memories creeping too close. “They’ve always had a hard time letting go.”

Minthara’s body went rigid. Her hand, still wrapped around your waist, stilled entirely, her nails pressing into the fabric of your tunic. Her jaw clenched, and before you could stop her, she uncoiled with terrifying precision and sprinted toward your ex.

“Minthara, wait!” you shouted, but it was useless. She was already closing the distance.

Your ex barely had time to react before Minthara tackled them to the ground with the force of a lioness taking down her prey. The crowd scattered, gasps and shouts echoing in the marketplace as she delivered blow after calculated blow. Each strike was vicious but efficient, aimed with the precision of someone trained to dismantle an opponent piece by piece. Her movements were smooth, brutal, and terrifyingly beautiful in their ruthlessness.

“Touch them again,” Minthara snarled, her voice low and venomous as she pressed her forearm against your ex’s throat, “and I will ensure that death would beg for you before I allow it.”

She delivered one final punch, leaving your ex groaning and crumpled in the dirt, their face bloodied and swollen. Satisfied, she stood, brushing her hands off as if she had merely swatted a fly. She strode back toward you, the calm precision of her movements making the crowd part before her like waves.

When she reached you, she lifted her chin, a faint, dangerous smile curling her lips.

“The injuries I’ve given them will take decades to heal,” she promised, her voice still simmering with fury. “And perhaps a century to scar.”

You stared at her, part of you unsure whether to admonish or thank her. Finally, you sighed, shaking your head. “Minthara, you didn’t have to—”

“They hurt you,” she cut in, her voice softening only slightly as her gaze bored into yours. “That is reason enough.”

She reached out, brushing her thumb against your cheek with unexpected tenderness. “You are mine to protect. That wretch deserved every ounce of pain I inflicted.”

Despite the ferocity of her words, the warmth in her touch reminded you why you trusted her so deeply. With a soft sigh, you nodded, leaning into her hand.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, the weight of her actions settling in. Her smile widened, pride glinting in her eyes.

“Of course, my heart. No one who dares harm you will ever go unpunished.” She took your hand and began walking again, her steps measured and sure. As the chaos in the marketplace faded behind you, you couldn’t help but feel safer than you ever had before.

Lae'zel:

The bustling market was alive with noise: merchants shouting out their wares, children weaving between the stalls, and the occasional clang of metal as blacksmiths displayed their crafts. You and Lae’zel moved through the chaos, her sharp eyes scanning for supplies while you trailed beside her, taking in the sights. It was a moment of relative peace amidst your usual adventures.

And then, like a thunderclap on a clear day, you saw them. Your ex.

Before you could react, they were in front of you, their face lighting up with a joy that felt out of place—wrong, even. “There you are!” they exclaimed, pulling you into a hug so suddenly that you didn’t have time to resist. Their arms wrapped around you tightly, and you froze, your breath catching in your throat as panic set in. It wasn’t the embrace of an old friend—it was a claim, a reminder of the control they once held over you.

“I’ve missed you,” they said with a grin, pulling back to look at you. “We have to catch up sometime.”

They left without waiting for your reply, disappearing into the crowd as if they hadn’t just turned your world upside down. You stood there, motionless, your heart pounding and your thoughts racing.

Lae’zel, who had been perusing a nearby stand, turned to you. Her amber eyes immediately narrowed, her expression shifting from mild annoyance at the interruption to something far more dangerous.

“What is this?” she demanded, stepping closer. “You look like you’re about to fight a dragon with a pitchfork. Who were they?”

You couldn’t speak at first. Your throat felt dry, and the words were stuck, lodged somewhere between fear and shame. Finally, you managed to stammer out, “That… That was my ex.”

Lae’zel’s eyes sharpened, her gaze cutting through you like a blade.

“And this is your reaction to a past lover? You are no stranger to affection, but you looked as though the mere touch of them turned your blood to acid.” Her voice lowered, her tone becoming more dangerous. “What did they do to you?”

You tried to explain, but the words faltered. Your lips moved, but the memories caught up with you, dragging you back into a place you didn’t want to revisit. You didn’t need to say it, though—Lae’zel saw the truth in your silence.

She cursed violently in Gith, the harsh, guttural sounds slicing through the air. Her hand tightened around her weapon, and her whole body tensed like a predator ready to strike.

“They hurt you,” she said, her voice barely above a growl. “I will take their head and present it to you as a trophy.”

She turned, already scanning the crowd for their retreating form, but you reached out, grabbing her arm.

“Wait,” you said, your voice trembling. “Just… wait a moment.”

Lae’zel hesitated, her muscles twitching with the need for action, but she stayed. Her eyes never left you as you closed yours and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within. She stayed close, her presence grounding you as you forced yourself to let go of the fear and focus on the present.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and gave her a weak smile.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice steadier now. “I just needed a moment.”

Her gaze softened slightly, but the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed.

“Are you ready?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous. “Because I will not let this stand.”

You nodded, a small gesture, but it was all she needed. With a fierce grin, she turned on her heel and stalked into the crowd, her focus like a blade honed to perfection.

It didn’t take long for her to find them. You followed at a safe distance, your heart racing but unable to stop her now. She caught up to them near a fruit stall, grabbing them by the shoulder and spinning them around. They barely had time to react before Lae’zel shoved them against a wooden post, her face inches from theirs.

“You dare to touch what is mine?” she snarled, her voice loud enough to draw the attention of everyone nearby. “You have left scars on them that I cannot abide. For that, I will use your head as my footrest.”

The ex stammered, their confidence evaporating under her ferocity. Before they could say anything more, Lae’zel delivered a sharp blow to their stomach, doubling them over. She stepped back, letting them fall to their knees, then stood over them like a conqueror surveying her victory.

Satisfied that her message was clear, she turned and walked back to you, her expression fierce but triumphant.

“It is done,” she said simply. “They will not trouble you again.”

You let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over you despite the chaos. “Thank you,” you said, reaching out to take her hand.

Her grip was firm, reassuring. “No one hurts you and walks away unscathed,” she said. “Not while I draw breath.”

With that, she led you away, her protective presence a shield against the world.

Shadowheart:

The party was vibrant, full of chatter, music, and laughter. The hum of lively conversation filled the grand hall as you and Shadowheart wove through the crowd, wine glasses in hand. You hadn’t been entirely thrilled about attending, but Shadowheart’s soft insistence and the promise of shared moments made it worthwhile.

That was until you saw them—your ex.

They were standing near the center of a small group, regaling their audience with some elaborate tale, their gestures animated and their voice dripping with charm. Your stomach turned when they noticed you, their expression lighting up with the kind of false familiarity that set your nerves on edge. They sidled over, slipping seamlessly into your space, and before you could react, they had drawn you into their circle.

Shadowheart, ever watchful, stayed close, her sharp eyes flicking between you and your ex.

“We can leave,” she murmured under her breath, her voice calm but concerned. “Say the word.”

You shook your head, managing a strained smile.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her, though your grip on your glass tightened slightly. You didn’t want to ruin the evening for her.

As the conversation swirled, your ex began telling a story—one about you. They spoke as if the two of you were still an item, peppering their tale with biting remarks and veiled insults.

“Oh, you should’ve seen them back then,” they sneered, “always so scatterbrained. Couldn’t even get through a simple task without my help.”

The group laughed awkwardly, clearly sensing the tension. Your face burned with a mix of anger and humiliation, but before you could find your voice, Shadowheart stepped forward, her demeanor cool and composed, but her eyes as sharp as daggers.

She interrupted smoothly, her voice cutting through the conversation like a blade.

“That reminds me of a story from my past,” she said, her tone conversational yet chilling. The group turned to her, captivated by the quiet authority in her voice. “There was a time when I dealt with an exceptionally arrogant prisoner. They fancied themselves clever—always talking back, thinking they were in control. So I decided to teach them a lesson.” She paused, taking a sip of her wine as if the next part were merely an afterthought. “I ripped out their tongue and fed it to them.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The group stared at her, their eyes wide, as the weight of her words hung heavy in the air. Your ex, who had been so confident mere moments ago, visibly paled, their mouth opening and closing as if searching for a retort.

Shadowheart tilted her head slightly, a faint, dangerous smile playing on her lips. “It’s remarkable how much quieter some people can be after a simple… correction.”

Your ex stammered something unintelligible before hastily excusing themselves, practically fleeing from the room. The tension broke, and you couldn’t help but laugh—a genuine, bubbling sound of relief and delight. You turned to Shadowheart, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection.

“Thank you,” you said, grinning. “The look on their face… I’ll treasure that forever.”

Shadowheart leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tender yet possessive kiss.

“I love you,” she said softly, her words a vow as much as a declaration.

Then she pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with something dark and resolute.

“Hold my wine,” she said, pressing her glass into your hand. “There’s something—or rather, someone—I need to deal with.”

Before you could protest, she was gone, her dark hair flowing like a shadow cutting through the crowd. You watched her go, a mixture of admiration and mild terror filling you. Whatever she had in mind, you knew one thing for certain: no one would dare cross her—or you—ever again.

Jaheira:

The warm hum of Jaheira's household had always been a comfort to you. The chatter of the children, the occasional laughter, and the scent of a home-cooked meal mingled with the faint floral aroma of the plants she meticulously tended. You were setting the table, ready to sit down for the evening meal with Jaheira and her family, when an insistent knock sounded at the door.

The sound froze you in place. It wasn’t the friendly, casual knock of a neighbor or friend. No, it was sharp and demanding, like someone who felt entitled to be heard. Dread pooled in your stomach, but you swallowed it down. You weren’t that person anymore. You were stronger now, surrounded by people who cared for you.

Still, when you opened the door and saw your ex standing there, their familiar sneer twisting their features, that old fear reared its head.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said, keeping your voice firm. “This isn’t the time or the place.”

Your ex scoffed, taking a step closer. “I’ll decide where I should be,” they spat. “We have unfinished business.”

Your heart raced, but you held your ground. “Leave,” you repeated, gripping the doorframe tightly. “Now.”

Their response was to shove you—hard. The force sent you stumbling back, and you hit the ground with a painful thud, the breath knocked out of you. Your ex marched inside, their eyes scanning the room like they owned it.

“Get out!” you shouted, your voice shaking more than you’d like.

The commotion brought Jaheira’s children rushing into the room. Jhessem and Tate were at your side in an instant, their small hands helping you sit up as they looked at you with wide, worried eyes. Fig, ever the fiery little warrior, grabbed her wooden sword and brandished it at your ex, her small frame trembling but determined.

“You leave them alone!” she yelled, her voice high-pitched but fierce.

Your ex laughed, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. But the laughter died when Jord and Rion stepped forward, their presence filling the room with an almost tangible force.

Jord, tall and broad-shouldered, the half-orc planted himself between the children and your ex.

“You’ve got two seconds to get out of this house,” he said, his voice low and rumbling with warning.

Rion, her sharp features twisted into a glare that could cut stone, pointed a finger at your ex.

“You do not belong here,” she said, her tone icy. “Leave before I make you.”

Despite the bravery of Jaheira’s children, you quickly pushed yourself to your feet, positioning yourself between them and your ex.

“This isn’t their fight,” you said firmly, your voice stronger now as you faced your abuser. “Leave them out of this. Leave us alone.”

Your ex sneered, taking a step toward you, but before they could say another word, the sound of measured, deliberate footsteps echoed from the staircase. Everyone turned as Jaheira descended, her eyes sharp as a hawk’s.

She took in the scene at a glance—the children bristling with protective anger, you standing tense and pale, and your ex, whose presence tainted the very air. Her expression darkened like a storm cloud.

“What is this?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.

Your ex, ever the fool, sneered. “Just having a little chat.”

Jaheira’s gaze flicked to you. “Are they threatening you?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Before you could answer, your ex made the mistake of laughing. “This is none of your business, old woman.”

Jaheira didn’t respond with words. Instead, she raised a hand, her fingers curling in a subtle motion. Thorned vines erupted from the floor, twisting and writhing like living snakes. They wrapped around your ex with terrifying speed, pinning their arms to their sides and tightening until they yelped in pain.

“Get them out of here,” Jaheira commanded, her voice like steel.

The vines obeyed, dragging your ex toward the door. They thrashed and cursed, but the thorns only dug in deeper. With a final, satisfying motion, the vines flung them out into the street. The door slammed shut behind them, and the vines retracted as if they had never been.

Jaheira turned to you, her eyes softening. You immediately started to apologize, guilt bubbling up in your chest. “Jaheira, I’m so sorry—I never thought they’d come here. I never wanted to put you or your children in danger—”

“Stop being ridiculous,” she interrupted, her tone gentle but firm. She stepped closer, her hands cupping your face as she looked you over. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” she said, her hands dropping to your shoulders. “You’ve been through enough tonight. Rest now.”

“I’ll make some tea,” Jord said, already heading toward the kitchen with calm efficiency.

Fig tugged at your sleeve, her wooden sword still clutched in her hand. “We’ll always help you,” she said, her voice small but fierce.

You managed a smile, ruffling her hair. “Thank you, Fig.”

Jaheira wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward the sitting area.

“You’re safe here,” she murmured, her voice steady and soothing. “No one—no one—will ever hurt you again.”

As you sank into the cushions, the tension slowly leaving your body, you felt the warmth of Jaheira’s family around you. They had rallied to protect you without hesitation, and for the first time in a long time, you felt truly safe.

Gale:

The cozy, labyrinthine aisles of Sorcerous Sundries stretched out around you, their shelves laden with ancient tomes and scrolls that hummed with latent magic. The scent of old parchment and ink filled the air, grounding and soothing. You and Gale had been immersed in your own quiet exploration, each lost in the treasure trove of knowledge. Every so often, you’d exchange a snippet of discovery—a passage here, a glyph there—but for the most part, it was a shared silence, warm and comfortable.

As your fingers trailed over the spine of a particularly aged tome, its title caught your eye: The Heart of Aetherial Bonds. Intrigued, you flipped it open and found a passage that immediately reminded you of Gale. The words were poetic, a reflection on the ties between love and magic, the way one could amplify the other. A small smile tugged at your lips. He would love this.

“Gale,” you called softly, tucking the book under your arm as you began to weave through the aisles, searching for him.

Your steps were light as you rounded a corner, spotting a familiar silhouette a few shelves away.

“There you are,” you began, but as the figure turned, the words died in your throat.

It wasn’t Gale.

Your blood ran cold as you recognized them—your ex. The person who had haunted your past, whose shadow you had thought you’d escaped. Their eyes lit up with a twisted glee, and before you could move, they stepped forward and grabbed your arm in an iron grip.

“I can’t believe it,” they said, their voice dripping with possessive satisfaction. “I’ve been searching for you, and here you are.”

“Let go of me,” you said firmly, trying to pull away. Their grip only tightened, the familiar pain radiating up your arm.

“You’re coming home,” they hissed, their tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart pounded as you pushed against their hold, your voice shaking. “You’re hurting me—let go.”

But just as before, they didn’t listen. Their other hand reached to grip your shoulder, and for a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm you.

Then, the air shifted. A crackling sound filled the room, sharp and electric, like the air before a storm. A chill ran down your spine as the oppressive grip on your arm faltered. Both you and your ex turned toward the source of the energy.

Gale stood at the end of the aisle, his form illuminated by a pulsing, arcane light. His expression was unlike anything you had seen before—fierce, unyielding, his eyes glowing with a raw, dangerous power. Magic swirled around him, forming tendrils of energy that snapped and sparked against the air.

“Release them,” he said, his voice a low, commanding growl.

Your ex hesitated, their bravado wavering as the sheer intensity of Gale’s presence bore down on them.

“This isn’t your business, mage” they spat, but their voice lacked conviction.

“Oh, but it is,” Gale said, his hands lifting as the magic in the air intensified. “You’ve made it so.”

Before another word could be uttered, a blinding flash of energy erupted from Gale’s outstretched palms. The searing light enveloped your ex, their scream cut short as their form disintegrated into ash, leaving nothing behind but a faint, acrid scent and a smudge of dust on the floor. The magic dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, leaving the air still and silent.

Gale was at your side in an instant, his hands gently cradling your face as he looked you over.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice soft now, filled with worry.

You shook your head, tears welling up as the adrenaline drained from your body.

“I—I’m okay,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as the weight of what had just happened settled over you. The tension in your body melted as you buried your face in his chest, the faint scent of his robes and the comforting hum of his magic grounding you. Your shoulders shook as quiet sobs escaped, the fear and relief spilling out all at once.

“It’s over,” Gale murmured, his hand gently stroking your back. “You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

You clung to him, the sound of his heartbeat steady and calming against your ear. After a while, your tears slowed, and you pulled back just enough to look up at him. His face was a mixture of concern and quiet anger, his protective instincts still on high alert.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, your voice trembling but sincere.

He smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “You’ll never have to find out.”

Astarion:

The lively hum of the tavern wrapped around you like a familiar cloak, its warmth and noise a welcome respite from the chaos of adventuring. You sat at a corner table with Astarion, his sharp wit and flair for drama turning a mundane evening into something delightfully entertaining. Together, you exchanged hushed gossip about the other patrons—their fashion choices, their whispered secrets—and laughed at his outrageous commentary.

“Oh, look at him,” Astarion murmured, tilting his head toward a burly man near the bar, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. “I’d wager he’s had one too many pies—and just one too many wives, judging by that tan line on his ring finger.”

You snorted into your drink, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And yet, you adore me,” he said with a playful smirk. He lifted your glass with a flourish. “Speaking of adoration, I’ll be a dear and fetch you a refill. Don’t miss me too much.”

You grinned, watching as Astarion sashayed toward the bar, his charm radiating even in the simplest of tasks. Leaning back, you took a moment to enjoy the bustling atmosphere, but your peace shattered as a shadow fell over your table.

Your stomach churned as you turned to see your ex standing there, their presence as unwelcome as a dagger in the back. Without waiting for an invitation, they slid into Astarion’s vacated seat, their grin sending a chill down your spine.

“Well, well,” they said, leaning closer. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You stiffened, your pulse quickening. “Leave,” you said coldly, standing abruptly. “This isn’t the place, and I have nothing to say to you.”

But as you turned to leave, their hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back with a cruel force. A sharp yelp escaped your lips as pain flared along your scalp.

“You think you can just walk away from me?” they snarled, their grip tightening. You tried to swing at them, but panic muddled your movements, and they easily avoided your weak attempts to break free. The room seemed to close in, the once-lively chatter of the tavern fading into a distant hum as fear took hold.

And then, just as suddenly, the pressure on your scalp vanished. You staggered forward, catching yourself on the edge of the table, and turned to see your ex frozen in place. A knife glinted at their throat, a thin line of blood already welling against the blade’s edge. Behind them stood Astarion, his expression icy and predatory.

“I’ve been dying for a fresh kill tonight,” Astarion purred, his voice dangerously low. “And it seems you’ve volunteered. How considerate.”

Your ex’s bravado crumbled as they began to stammer, their hands raised in shaky surrender. Astarion’s grip on the knife didn’t waver, his sharp eyes flicking to you.

“Darling,” he said, his tone almost conversational, “this one’s causing you trouble, isn’t he?”

You met his gaze, your scalp still throbbing but your heart swelling with gratitude. Nodding slowly, you gave him permission with a single, deliberate motion of your head.

Astarion’s smile widened, and he dragged your ex out of the tavern with an almost casual ease, ignoring their sputtered protests. The crowd parted instinctively, sensing the danger in his stride. You stayed behind, nursing your scalp and taking deep breaths to steady yourself. The minutes felt like hours, but eventually, Astarion returned, brushing off his hands as though he’d simply taken out the trash.

“All taken care of,” he said, his tone light as he reached for you, cupping your face gently. “Let me see—did they hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly. “I—I could have handled it.”

Astarion raised an elegant eyebrow, his hand trailing down to rest on your shoulder.

“Oh, please, my love,” he said with mock exasperation. “You’re many things, but you’re not a liar. Let me have this one.”

You sighed, relenting. “Thank you, Astarion.”

He smiled softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re welcome, darling. But seriously, are you okay? That brute—”

You interrupted him with a nod, placing a hand over his. “I am now. Because I’m with you.”

His expression softened, the predatory edge replaced by something tender.

“Always,” he murmured, his voice a promise. With a protective arm around your waist, he led you out of the tavern, away from the echoes of the past and into the safe haven of his presence.

Wyll:

The ballroom of the Ulder Ravengard's estate was a vision of opulence. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light over marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. Noblemen and women in resplendent attire swayed to the music of a skilled orchestra, their laughter mingling with the hum of conversation. You and Wyll had been thoroughly enjoying yourselves, weaving through the room, gossiping about fashion choices and laughing at poorly-hidden flirtations among the elite.

Wyll, as always, moved with an effortless charm that drew people to him like moths to a flame. He introduced you to old friends, clinking glasses with ease, his laugh rich and genuine. His warmth was contagious, and you found yourself at ease in a social world that might have otherwise intimidated you. But when Wyll excused himself to chat with a group of friends near the wine table, you waved him off with a smile, happy to people-watch for a while.

A light tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. A hand reached out, beckoning you to the dance floor. You assumed it was a friend or an acquaintance and allowed yourself to be led. But as you turned, your stomach plummeted. Your blood ran cold.

It was them.

Your abusive ex stood before you, their grin as sharp and cruel as you remembered. It was a grin that promised pain masked under a veneer of charm. You instinctively tried to pull your hand away, but their grip only tightened, their fingers digging into your wrist.

“Don’t look so surprised,” they said smoothly, their voice low and venomous. “You didn’t think you could escape me forever, did you?”

“This isn’t the time or place,” you hissed, keeping your voice quiet to avoid drawing attention. “Let me go.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” they replied, their grip tightening further as they began to lead you into a slow, swaying dance. Their tone was soft, deceptively sweet, but their eyes glinted with malice. “You owe me this much, at least. Don’t make a scene. Wouldn’t want to embarrass your fancy boyfriend or his oh-so-important father, would you?”

Your heart raced as they leaned in closer, their breath hot against your ear.

“You think you’ve moved on, don’t you? That you can just walk away from what we had? You’re mine, and you always will be.” You tried to twist out of their grip, panic rising in your chest.

“Let go of me,” you spat, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay composed.

Their smile only widened. “Oh I don’t think so,” they said, their voice dropping an octave. “You’re going to regret leaving me.”

You braced yourself, half-expecting them to lash out. Your eyes squeezed shut as you prepared for a blow that never came. Instead, a loud, sickening crack echoed through the ballroom, followed by gasps from nearby guests.

Opening your eyes, you saw your ex sprawled on the polished floor, clutching their face. Blood gushed from their nose, staining their pristine clothing. Standing over them, his posture rigid with fury, was Wyll. His usual easygoing demeanor was gone, replaced by a simmering rage that made the air around him feel electric.

“Touch them again,” Wyll growled, his voice low and deadly, “and a broken nose will be the least of your worries.”

Your ex scrambled backward on the floor, their bravado shattered as they stared up at Wyll in terror. Before they could say anything, a pair of Flaming Fist guards appeared, having been alerted by the commotion. Wyll waved them over, his eyes never leaving your ex.

“Take them,” Wyll ordered, his voice firm. “They’re disturbing the peace.”

The guards didn’t hesitate. They grabbed your ex by the arms and hauled them to their feet, ignoring their sputtering protests and threats. As they dragged your ex away, Wyll finally turned to you, his expression softening in an instant.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked gently, stepping closer to cup your face in his hands. His warm brown eyes scanned you for any sign of injury.

“I’m fine,” you managed to say, though your voice was shaky. “Wyll, I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to cause a scene—”

“Stop,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You don’t need to apologize. This isn’t on you.”

The weight of his words, the sincerity in his voice, brought tears to your eyes. He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he whispered soothing words into your ear. The rest of the ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the comforting warmth of his presence.

When you finally pulled back, he brushed a stray tear from your cheek and gave you a small, reassuring smile. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”

You nodded, your breath evening out as the panic subsided. “Thank you, Wyll.”

He kissed your forehead tenderly before taking your hand in his.

“Come, my love,” he said, his voice returning to its usual warmth. “Let’s get you a fresh drink. We’ve both earned it tonight.”

And with that, he led you away from the gawking crowd, his protective arm wrapped securely around you, a silent promise that no harm would come to you as long as he was by your side.

Halsin:

The forest was tranquil, the golden light of the afternoon filtering through the dense canopy of leaves. You moved between patches of wildflowers, humming a tune as you gathered handfuls of blooms for the orphans back at the grove. The air was sweet with the scent of flowers and moss, and for a time, you felt entirely at peace.

Your basket was nearly full when a faint rustling behind you caught your attention. You paused, glancing over your shoulder, but the forest appeared empty. Shrugging it off as a rabbit or some other harmless creature, you bent down to pluck a cluster of bright yellow flowers. You didn’t notice the shaggy, wiry wolf stalking closer, its pale eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity.

Suddenly, the wolf sprang from the underbrush, a blur of fur and teeth. You gasped as it collided with you, the force of the pounce knocking you to the ground. Its heavy paws pinned you to the forest floor, the breath driven from your lungs as you struggled beneath its weight.

Before you could scream, the wolf began to shift. Fur melted into skin, limbs elongated, and in moments, you were staring into the face of your abusive ex. The recognition hit you like a blow to the chest, your blood running cold.

“You,” you breathed, horrified, and immediately began to struggle.

They leaned closer, their wild eyes gleaming with an unnerving fervor.

“Did you miss me, darling?” they crooned, their voice dripping with mock affection. “I’ve missed you so much. I couldn’t let you go, not like that.”

“Get off me!” you snapped, shoving at their chest with all your strength. Your heart pounded as you tried to call for help, but their hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you.

“Shh,” they whispered, their grin twisting into something darker. “Don’t make this difficult. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Panic surged through you, and you did the only thing you could think of—you bit down hard on the palm of their hand. They hissed in pain but didn’t flinch away, instead smirking as if they found your resistance amusing.

“Still feisty,” they murmured, their tone infuriatingly condescending. “I’ve always loved that about—”

Their words were cut off by a deafening roar, a deep, guttural sound that reverberated through the forest. A massive brown bear charged out of the trees, barreling into your ex with bone-crushing force. The impact sent them flying, their body slamming into the trunk of a tree with a sickening thud.

The bear was relentless. Your ex shifted back into their wolf form, snarling as they tried to defend themselves, but they were no match for the sheer ferocity of Halsin. His claws tore through fur and flesh with savage precision, his roar echoing through the woods as he drove your ex deeper into retreat. When the wolf finally lay broken and bloodied, it whimpered and slunk away, disappearing into the underbrush.

Halsin remained in bear form for a moment longer, his massive chest heaving as he watched the wolf flee. Only when he was certain the threat was gone did he shift back, his towering frame immediately rushing to your side.

“You’re hurt,” he said urgently, dropping to his knees and cradling your face in his large hands. His amber eyes scanned you for injuries, his expression a mixture of worry and fury. “What did they do to you?”

“I’m okay,” you said, your voice trembling as the adrenaline began to fade. “I’m just… shaken up.”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. His embrace was almost crushing, but you didn’t mind—you needed the grounding warmth of his presence as much as he needed the reassurance that you were safe. You buried your face against his chest, clinging to him as your body trembled.

“I should have been here sooner,” Halsin murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your forehead. “I’ll never let anything like this happen to you again.”

You rested your head against his chest, letting his warmth and steady presence soothe your frayed nerves. “You were here when I needed you,” you reassured him. “That’s all that matters.”

Halsin pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair. He didn’t let go, and you didn’t ask him to. In that moment, being in his arms was the safest place in the world.

[If you or anyone that you know of has experienced behaviors like this please do not hesitate to contact your local authority]

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[anxi04]

Tim admits this was… definitely a bad idea. But in his defense he could not be blamed for anything he decides after an intense case. He stayed up for a consecutive 74 hours and then crashed for 2 days straight so… really it's Kon's fault for taking the suggestion seriously.

Tim and Kon are at Olive Garden on a small date, nothing too serious. However like the fool Tim is he's disguised so he doesn't get recognized as 'Timothy Jackson Drake' or 'Tim Wayne' and since he's still very out of it at the moment he's not really putting much of a mask on so the confidence is gone, and he's still so tired so the comprehension is a little… off right now.

He forgot about the dreaded 'how much Parmesan do you want' question for dishes and after a minute it just got too awkward to say anything. So here they are, Tim dying inside while the waiter (who's definitely a meta cause where the hell is all that cheese coming from?) grates the 5th block of Parmesan. Kon is laughing the traitor that he is and at this point it's also a little bit of a challenge on his and the waiters end.

"Is this good enough for your exquisite tastes?" The waiter, Lora (god they are getting a minimum of a 500$ tip), asks him very pointedly while looking directly in his eyes and aggressively grating.

Tim can feel an angel and demon on his shoulder. 'More! A mountain of cheese! All the cheese in the restaurant!' is what his angel is saying. The demon is… cruel in the way they want cheese.

God maybe Tim should've stayed asleep. He stares the waiter in the eyes (uncomfortable but he's had to look Becca directly in her beady eyes and tell her that her ex-husband was wrong for leaving. Tim gave said husband the courage to leave. This is nothing.) and makes a 'go on' gesture.

Tim blinks and suddenly three feet have been added to the height of the cheese mountain and holy shit. Using powers for the most petty reason is 100% what he would do. He respects Lora so much right now.

"Tim.. Hon… You're lactose intolerant that is way more than enough." Once Kon was able to get his breath back he tries putting an end to this madness but Tim is committed. So is Lora, if the way her eyes dart over to Kon in a challenge is any indication.

"No. Lactose intolerance is a weakness and I will train it out." Why is he not backing out oh god what the fuck is he thinking.

"Oh, would you like more help with that? We have some more… brutal cheeses for lactose intolerance. I can grab some mozzarella, or brie, or any other soft cheeses." Oh my god. Tim's gonna die here. He's gonna die cause he's too stubborn. Although he respects the hell out of Lora right now. He's entertaining the idea of her becoming a hero. Or villain. Either would fit.

Anyway. That sounds like a challenge, and Tim doesn't back down from challenges like that. "That would be wonderful, thank you." Eye contact has not been broken. Janet would be proud of him.

Eventually there is a 10 foot tall mountain of cheese on his plate and a ladder next to the table. And now he'd feel like a dick if he doesn't eat it all but also holy fuck he is severely lactose intolerant.

Kon's head is making a dent in the table. Tim will fully understand if Kon needs a break after this.

He can see Lora blatantly staring him down from across the restaurant and well that's just another fucking challenge.

Slowly, (but not too slowly, no that would be showing weakness) he finishes the plate. And honestly he completely forgot what he had originally ordered until he got to the bottom of it and by then it was just such a cheesy mess he can't even tell if it was supposed to be spaghetti or some version of American Alfredo. He eats it anyway.

Lora comes over soon after, fake smile barely hiding fury, and asks if he wants seconds. It's a challenge and Tim doesn't refuse challenges… but Tim is also not dumb and so he declines. He swears he sees disappointment in her eyes.

She lets him pay the bill and tip her (looking at him slightly when he gives her a thousand dollars, which causes him to put down another thousand in her hand) and soon after they're set to leave.

Tim does however hear her say something about using the money to put little rockets on a skateboard instead of something useless like rent and honestly? Tim might have found his best civilian (for now) friend.

They leave Olive Garden 2,043$ less rich (not really) and Tim with a new contact and a promise to personally build her a skateboard that easily reaches 90 mph.

He's praying no one recognized him and he won't wake up to the news calling him out. He could never live it down.

(He was in fact recognized, but by one of the Bat-Clan and when he opens his bedroom there is an absurd amount of cheese everywhere. He blames Jason.)

(It was Damian.)

[admirationandromantics]

Going overboard, 9: Karma

This one is again, on the shorter side, and there's no Josh, so sorry about that. Hope you're keeping up so far (only two parts left!). The power went out today so I actually thought I wouldn't be able to update today, but after a couple of hours it passed so we're fine. Thank you for all the requests I've gotten, I'll start working on them at once (but please also be patient with me).

We walk deeper into the tunnels, Sam leading the way. Everyone is silent, except when Sam occasionally asks if everyone is keeping up. I can see that Chris is struggling, but Ashley is taking care of him, sometimes holding him up, so he doesn’t have to lean too much on his hurt foot. 

The tunnel is scary, and everytime we arrive at a corner, I feel like something’s going to pop out, ripping us to shreds. The walls are dark and dusty, I didn’t even know dust could collect on walls, considering they’re vertical. The tubes above us make an occasional sound, echoing through the rooms. 

“Come on guys! We’ve got to find Mike!” Sam urges, looking back at us. I stop, the anxiety getting to my head. I’m even more stressed now than when I was taking the college entrance exam. Emily has not said a word. Ashley and Chris have said a few words to each other, but nothing has come out of her mouth. I feel bad. Of course one’ll feel defeated if your ex held a gun to your head. 

“Come on!” she continues, starting to walk again. 

“Hey guys, I’m kind of gimping out here” Chris exclaims, breathy and exhausted. 

“I think maybe you should go on without me”

“No, Chris, we’re not leaving you” Ashley reassures, hand on his shoulder. 

“We’re sticking together, that seems like the safest option anyway” I add, waiting for him. 

“Mike will just have to wait”

I see Sam’s face fall. She doesn’t want to wait. Waiting might kill him, but we cannot continue the path separated. We continue forward, sometimes hearing loud screams. 

“Shit! What is that?” Ashley asks. 

“Their screams, the wendigo. I think the sound travels through the pipes” I point to the ones in the ceiling, then the ones on the wall. She takes my answer, nodding approvingly, as if to assure herself that what I’m saying is true. Honestly, I’m trying to convince myself as well. 

We finally arrive at a large metal door. Sam tries opening it with no luck. She hints for me to grab the other handle, and we try forcing it open together. It doesn’t work. 

“He must’ve locked it on the other side” I state, trying to look into the gap. 

“Crap, there’s gotta be another way in” Sam exclaims, and I can sense her frustration. I’ve never seen her like this before, a mix of panic and frustration, covered with false braveness. I want to comfort her, but that’s not what she needs. She needs to find Mike, and that’s the only thing I can help her with right now. 

“Wait, hey. How about this?” Ashley chimes in. We all turn to look at her, standing over a manhole cover. 

“Oh, um” Sam starts. I know she doesn’t want to, but the urge to find Mike overtakes her. 

“Should we try it?” Ashley adds, looking over at her for approval. 

“I mean, do we have any other choice?” I ask, waving my head and hands. 

Sam wastes no time, walking over and trying to get it open. She’s struggling, and I can’t help but pity her. The others don't notice how scared and desperate she is. A metal rod is laying on the ground not too far away. 

“Hey, use that” I tell them, pointing in the direction. Ashley grabs it, wiggling up the cover. They all help move it, before shining all their lights in there. It’s dark and gross, an eerie air coming through. 

“Okay, maybe this is the last place I want to be right now” Ashley says, taking a few steps back. 

“We need to find Mike” Sam retorts, fixated on her decision. “So, who’s going first?”

Everyone is silent, standing around the hole as if waiting for the first climber to be dragged down and murdered. I sigh, walking past them and climbing down the ladder. The others follow close by, so I keep going. When I’m down, I stand guard, looking around and helping Emily and Chris on the last part of the latter. Everyone gets down, and Sam starts immediately walking again. 

“Hey Sam!” I yell, confident she’ll not hear me if I ask in a lower tone. 

“What?”

“Should we, like, close this thing? In case something’s following us?” 

“Yes, fine, close it, but can you catch up, please?” she continues, stressed and impatient. 

“Yeah that’s fine” I yell, seeing them go off in the distance. The cover is heavy, and it takes a couple of tries to get it in place again. When I get down, it seems silent. Too silent. I start walking, but it quickly turns into a jog when the feeling of loneliness comes over me. I don’t know how much further they’ve gone, but I keep following the main path. 

“Help!”

I look around, confused by what I heard. Who was that? The sounds don't stop, crying and yelling continuing to emerge. It sounds so familiar. 

“Help me!”

“Hello?” I try saying back. 

“Hey” the voice sounds again. It kinda sounds like… Jess? 

“Jess, is that you?”

“Please, help me” she continues, the sound of crying filling the air once again. I walk to the voice, who continues its rampage. If this really is Jessica, then how did she survive her encounter? The voice grows stronger as I get closer, a bad feeling squeezing my chest. Mike said she was dead, and she died in the mines. Why is she suddenly here? I keep walking, though my steps grow more hesitant by the second. 

I arrive in a room with a big trap door, banging continuously. This doesn’t seem like Jess, wouldn’t she talk more, ask more, tell me that she’s okay? I lean down, hand on the lock, considering my options. What did Ashley say again? These wendigo things are able to mimic their prey? And if she, at some point, was the prey, the wendigo would know what she sounds like. I let go of the lock, hoisting myself up. This cannot be Jess, at least I hope not. I continue further in, seeing a jump down. I carefully make my way, and meet the others. 

“Oh my god, I’m so glad to see you!” I exclaim. 

“Glad you’re safe” Sam says, both hands on my arms. I give her a nod and a half-hearted smile. What if she didn’t die, and I’m the reason she’ll be dead? What if she’d been there for hours, waiting for someone to hear her? 

We arrive in a large room once again. 

“Look!” Ashley says, pointing upward. 

“Wow, great”

“The ladder’s toast, we’re never gonna make it up there” 

“No, no, no. I think I can do it, it’s like a rock wall” Sam says, looking over at me. “You’re coming with me right? Getting Mike and Josh?” 

My heart flutters by the mention of his name, and I give her a determined look. She’d taken me climbing before, not too many times, but only so I know the basics. She still needs to help me. She turns to the others. 

“We’re gonna keep going, you guys should head back to the lodge” she tells them, looking for a way up the rock wall. 

“Good luck!” I hear, before their footsteps faint into the nothingness. 

Sam points to a grip. “I’ll give you a push, and you go for that, the pattern upwards seems fairly easy” she says, and I nod. This’ll be fine. She holds out her hands, letting me put my foot on them, and hailing me up. I take a firm grip, and manage to climb up. The pattern is easy, the grips coming fairly quickly and painless while moving upwards. I get up, getting one foot over and rolling my body over. I wait for her, stretching out my arm for her to grab on the last passage. She takes it, and I use all my strength to drag her up. 

“Ugh, we beat you” she tells the wall, and I give a snicker. It feels good to laugh a little. 

“So, are we like, officially in the mines now?” I ask, unsure about our surroundings. 

“I think so”

We make our way further in, walking up some beat up stairs. They lead to a wooden railing fastened to the stone wall. As we get to the top of the stairs, it starts rumbling. 

“Fuck, Sam?” I ask, unsure what we should do. I turn back, but she grabs my hand as several big, heavy stones fall in front of me, destroying the stairs. 

“Okay, let’s be careful” she whispers, letting my hand go. We continue on, and I notice a couple of unsteady planks before us. 

“Sam?” I ask, but it’s too late. She walks over them, which breaks beneath her. She falls, and I’m quick to grab her hand, using my other to hold the railing so we both don’t fall. 

“Don’t let go, please!” She screams. 

“I would never!” I yell as I try taking a step back. I sit down, both feet pressed to the railing for support so I don’t fall. 

“Okay, I’m gonna pull, try to grip the railing when you get up” I tell her. She doesn’t answer, small whines coming out of her mouth. I pull, and she grips a plank. It instantly breaks, causing me to grip her harder. 

“Shit shit shit” I exclaim. “Try again” 

I pull, and she’s able to reach the railing, pulling her up further. I get her all the way up, and we both sit down and take a breather. 

“Fuck” she whispers. “Thank you”

“No problem” 

We jump over the broken parts and walk into a bigger room. The silence is interrupted by a horrid scream, a scream we’ve heard too many times tonight. I look around, finding a metal rod against the stone and picking it up. She looks up at me, finger to her lips, signalling for me to be quiet. I nod in response. 

We walk further in, noticing a large door. 

“That must b-” Sam starts, but is interrupted by a choir of yells. The door slams open, and Mike is on the ground, a glowing hot wendigo over him. 

“Shit” Sam yells, unsure of how to help. I swing the pipe, hitting it in the face. It comes up over me, and I hit it once again, its head falling off and body collapsing. Mike is quick to get on his feet, closing the door and sealing it with a shotgun. 

“Are you alright?” I ask him, all of us breathing heavily. 

“Define ‘alright’, I’m alive, for a start”

“Well, alive is good” Sam comments. 

“What the hell are you guys doing here anyway?” 

“Came to warn you about the wendigos.”

“I think I got it” 

“Yeah”

“Let’s find a way to where this fucker lives” he says, walking past us and into the mines. 

“Okay…” 

[twistedchatterbox]

"You are just like her, sweet little briar..."

summary: You are the descendant of a witch, unknown to you, said witch happens to be the most dearest and only friend to the ever-powerful fae, queen of the Briar Valley, Maleficent. tags. no chp7 spoilers, Female Reader, not implied to be Yuu/ramshackle perfect, pre-established relationship (both Malleus and Silver crush on you; Malleus pines & Silver acts), your grandma called Maleficent "Millie", You are Maleficent's new favourite person, Fae are sentimental, Fluff for Silver lovers, mild-ish Malleus angst if you squint, copious use of flashbacks, no beta we overblot like men.

Wordcount; 1300+ | Masterlist & Taglist

First meeting for the second time; You could not mistake that silhouette or those tell-tale horns for anyone else, no one could; Maleficent. ...You also couldn't hold back a smile though, it was hard to be intimidated by the queen based on your grandma's favourite villain. Waving, casually and inviting, you hoped, was your smile; and maybe too inviting it turned out to be, making your smile turn a bit nervous when she gasped and nearly ran your direction. Far too fast for your liking, surely. "Ah- Hi?" You said, barely gulping the volume so that you wouldn't choke or worse, yell at royalty by accident. If you had any more of a mind to give thought, you'd curse Sebek out for his disgusting lack of volume filter. And then, gloved hands; nothing could prepare you for the way she cupped your face and smushed your smile between her palms, just like your grandma- untimely comparison, you averted your gaze. "Oh my sevens-" The tiny, silent voice was not what matched her surface appearance as she looked at you as if analyzing you, and you were too scared to find out, not daring to look her back in the eyes. "You are just like her, sweet little briar.." The queen whispered and you were left confused as your eyes snapped back to see teary green hues. You were left as stunned as literally all others in the entrance room, some kneeling, some bowing, except for the second oldest person in that room; Lilia, who decided to take it upon himself to shine light on the situation. while sebek tried not to sneeze too loudly, who was thinking about him? "Your highness, this 'her', do you speak of your human friend?" The ex-general spoke, calm yet playful, mischievous but kind. His gaze softened, "I must admit I can see the similarities." Lilia noted. The queen gave the faintest nod of confirmation before blinking the tears away, unnoticeable, tiny tracks invisible to anyone who wasn't searching for it. "She looks just like her.." Responded the fae. ... "Hm? Ah.. You are a child of man, aren't you?" She asked, yet it was no question. "Do you happen to live here, I will take my leave if so. Uninvited guests are-" "Who said I wouldn't invite you anyway?" was the impulsive response, human witch, green eyes met hers and maleficent crossed her arms with an annoyed huff. The sheer audacity of this child of man. "Who said you would?" which prompted, and honestly she should have expected this one, the answer "I could."

Ah, you thought, going over everything you have discovered so far; the magic mirror belonged to your grandma, and it was given to her by the Draconia family. That made you wonder, is the other side of the mirror really home?- Your head and heart hurt in confused tandem as you tried to stop the complicated thought process. Well, at least you had roots in this world; planted in the garden of the strongest person in said world. Unable to stop an overly amused huff from escaping your mouth, you sighed and smiled. Sitting upright and correcting your frankly fucked up posture, you must have curled up on yourself without noticing as you were deep in thought. And one thought train arrived just after the other, as you put two and two together. "Her name was Millie" She said, handing you a royally expensive black dress; lace, long, flowly and slim, the dress hugged your form wonderfully. Your grandma gave you another once over before nodding in satisfaction, picking up where she left off "and this dress was supposed to be hers, we found it while on a shopping spree but she decided to buy it for me instead." She laughed, "Now, it's yours". And now, it wasn't you who greeted yourself out the train of thoughts, but the subject of memory; accidentally, you let the cat out of the box. "Millie?- I mean, i-" You stuttered, watching as the grand fae's eyes widened and her expression drifted to that of a fond joy. Once again, the dorm of Diasomnia was left bewildered of you and frankly, you'd side with some of them on this one too. Maleficent blinked with an averted gaze before turning back "She still talks of me, little briar?" she asked with a gentle tone and you caught up to yourself, slowly nodding with a soft smile. "Yeah." You returned eye contact, reaffirming with a more confident nod, trying again "She would always talk about you."

"She was absolutely correct, this dress does look wonderful on you;" Maleficent said, clasping her hands together, proceeding to shoot a mischievous grin to her boys with a ever-faint sadistic glint in her gaze. "Don't you agree?" asked the fae queen, gesturing to the dorms' big names, who all but scrambled to nod and wobbly voice their agreements, including Malleus Draconia himself. Except... "Mhm.." Silver mumbled, clearing his throat "You look so dreamy.." he voiced his opinion, his tender and near-lovestruck gaze making you more flustered than you'd like to admit. Hiding the most likely dorky grin behind your black-laced hand, you murmured your thanks albeit bashfully; making the fae queen grin, and the fae prince pout. "Those two look very much like a princess and her faithful knight like this, y'know?" Lilia cackled in good nature, elbowing some student to the side as gently as he could, making eye contact with Maleficent who laughed in agreement. Oh now Malleus was getting truly and royally annoyed with his family, not that it showed, they were far too focused on you after all; and he really couldn't comment on that without being a hypocrite. So he crossed him arms and looked your way- As a crack of lightning fell in tandem with his mood somewhere further into campus grounds; his own knight,andbestfriend was kneeling before you, his princess, pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist, then between your knuckles and fingers. The knight's silver hair, fitting the name, moving ever so lightly with the grace of a swan as he lets out a calm, happy laugh; somewhere between a chuckle and a giggle, he figured. "You really do look like a princess" Silver says, looking up to meet your eyes when your fingers curl soft around his hold, taking it as his cue to speak and stealing the air in your lungs and the words from your head; your own heart willingly jumps into his arms already without needing any further coaxing. Somehow, it, your heart also manages to speak for you; soft spoken in tone, "And you look like a prince" you murmur, "though, I certainly wouldn't mind it if you were my knight" a whisper mostly to yourself, too flustered to speak any louder where you stood. Thankfully it reaches the ears of your sleepy knight-prince, painting his cheeks in a beautiful shade of light coral pink; and the ears of a very conflicted prince, looking down at the ground as he silently pondered what he should do. Well, in either path; you certainly had gotten the cream of the crop and the cherry on top, a princess adored by a prince and his knight, even if you were unaware of just how deep those feelings ran in their veins for now. Maleficent couldn't help the bittersweet shake of her head, thinking back to a long, by-gone era of her youth; sure, her beauty endured the lasting test, but humans lives were not known for perseverance against the very same march of time. Yet the ones that shine bright always left their mark, the unforgettable kind; and when the fae queen looked upon you with a grateful gaze, she began counting her very own blessings to have met her best friends family. One as witty, kind, bright and just as special, uniqueness must've run in your blood. Loved. And once again, she stood by; first meetings for the second time, she supposed. Glancing properly to the side for the first time, Maleficent felt like a reflection of the by-gone times of her youth stare back at him. She looked between you and the younger Draconia, and glanced to Lilia who gave her a knowing glance.

You really are just like her, sweet little briar; sought by the crown fae and the ever faithful knight of said fae.

[neowinestainedress]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇. 𝟐

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, smut, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: jaemin arrives in korea, and he and hyejin immediately get along. But while he tries to settle in, new doubts creep into his mind, keeping him hooked on her relationship with haechan more than he should. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, oral s*x (f receiving), unprotected s*x 𝐖𝐂: +5k 𝐀/𝐍: the second chapter is here. things are getting more interesting, so i hope you'll like it! feedback means the world, whether it's a comment, a reblog (it helps to boost the fic so more people can see it), or an ask, please send your thoughts! enjoy ♡

When Friday came, Hyejin had completely forgotten about this new friend, honestly, she couldn’t care much about him. Between her job and other things assaulting her mind, worrying about whoever was going to live with Haechan was the last thought in her mind. They were already friends, so he couldn’t be a bad person, but did she care about knowing him? Not really. 

But maybe he would’ve been a good thing. If Haechan decided to go back to being friends with Zoya, she would’ve visited his place, met his roommate, fell for him, and Hyejin could sleep at night without the lingering fear of Zoya stealing her boyfriend. 

To be honest, Hyejin hated the word ‘stealing’, people aren’t objects, you can’t steal them, but you can draw them to you, and if you know the power you have over them, maybe the wiser choice would be to leave them alone, especially if you already did it once and hurt them. 

But even with that fantasy of setting the new boy up with Zoya, Hyejin still didn’t remember that he was already home when she barged inside Haechan’s place as if it was her own. 

“Honey!” The brown-haired screamed, closing the door with a loud bang as she pushed it close with her feet, “I’m home. Brought grocery.”

“Oh, I thought it was just two of us, here.” A male voice echoed through the place. A tall man with dyed dark blonde hair was standing in front of her, dressed in casual clothes, with a rather surprised expression on his handsome face. 

“Shit!” She screamed, bags full of stuff almost falling to the ground if only the stranger didn’t grab them promptly. When their eyes met, she could feel her heart throb in her chest, the eggs, God, the eggs, what if they broke anyway? 

“Are you okay?” The man questioned, standing up, doing the favour of still keeping the bags in his arms that were surely stronger than hers. 

She nodded, shaking her head and brushing her hair back while a look of panic still painted her face. “The eggs.” 

“The eggs?” His brows raised in perplexity as his head tilted to the side. 

“Yeah, can you see if the eggs broke? I wanted to make a cake and now no cake, and no ramen too with no eggs.” 

The blonde stared at her for a few seconds, studying her eyes and the nervous movements of her fingers before he coughed and shook his head. “I’m sure they’re fine,” he voiced, walking to the kitchen followed by her. 

“I think you crashed them,” she said, lightly jumping up and down on her tiptoes by his side, apprehensively waiting for him to find the containers with the eggs.  

“I think you scare yourself too easily,” he commented with a hint of sarcasm in his husky voice.  

“Excuse me?” 

The man chuckled, and a beautiful, breathtaking, smile appeared on his face. “Didn’t you know I was coming? If you live here, you surely agreed to me moving in, right? You know about me?” He asked while his voice broke into a high-pitched tone full of worries with each question. Haechan couldn’t be so damn dumb to don’t warn his roommate, right? 

“Oh! Oh, shit, it’s you! Yeah, I know about you, you slipped my mind, I’m sorry, but yeah, yeah,” she blurted out, running a hand in her hair before cupping her face. Why was she so forgetful? And why she couldn’t avoid making a fool of herself for once?  

“Great,” he smiled, letting out a breath of relief before grinning at her antics. “And I’ll pay for the eggs if they’re broken.” 

“No, no, it’s fine,” Hyejin reassured, moving her hand in a dismissive move. “And I don’t live here, by the way.” 

“Oh,” he whispered while he was still intent on placing everything on the table to find the eggs and make sure they weren’t crushed. “You… don’t?” 

“No, I’m Haechan’s girlfriend, I just grocery-shopped for me and, while I was there, I thought about doing it also for him.” She quirked a brow when she saw his reaction to her words. Was that a weird thing to do? It was just a nice gesture, and to her, it was pretty normal, just like ten thousand other things she would do in his place. 

“You’re nice…?” He said, letting the phrase hang, waiting for her to fill him in about her name.  

“Hyejin,” she greeted with a bright smile that turned into a shy laugh when she realized they had been talking for so long and did everything but introduce each other. “You?” 

“Jaemin, Na Jaemin, for my friends Nana,” he greeted, his 32 teeth smile on his face again. 

“Nana, that’s pretty,” she said. “So, do you mind helping me?” 

Jaemin smiled and then nodded. “The least I can do after I almost gave you a heart attack for your eggs.”

“Wow, you already became friends,” Haechan exclaimed, entering the kitchen and seeing how close Hyejin and Jaemin were already, chatting about something he couldn’t grasp. 

“He helped with the food. I passed by the mall and thought of you. You would die without me,” she finished jokingly, leaving Jaemin’s side to reach Haechan, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders before kissing him gently. “Missed you.” 

“It was a tough week,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss, and walking around the table to see what was left in the bags. “Bought some things,” he joked. 

“You would starve without me,” she said. “Don’t have to thank me, by the way.” 

Haechan rolled his eyes and grabbed a bag of his favourite biscuits before walking back to her. “Thanks,” he said, doing pouty lips. “How much do I owe you?” 

“I don’t remember, we can settle it later. Or I could gift this to you, a welcome gift for the new boy,” Hyejin said, turning to Jaemin that was staring at them with an expression she couldn’t name. But he only smiled before looking away when their eyes met.

“Whatever you prefer,” Haechan shrugged, bringing her attention back to him, “by the way, I’m going to the skate park with Jeno, are you coming?” 

Her eyes darkened and a frown formed on her face. “But, we were supposed to hang out?” 

“I know, babe, but…” he sighed, “I forgot that I promised to him and Yangyang before I promised it to you.” 

She sighed but nodded without complaining further. “It’s fine, you had a long week with the moving in and then your job,” her lips curled in a smile and her hand lifted to caress his cheeks. “Have fun and don’t hurt yourself like last time.” 

Haechan chuckled. “It was a mistake and it was Yangyang’s fault.” 

She raised a brow and then laughed. “Sure, whatever. Can we eat together, though?” 

“Sure, I’ll be home before 7. If you want, I can grab something while coming back.” 

“No, I’ll cook something.” 

“Okay, bye,” he said, waving to them and leaving the house. 

When Haechan left, silence filled the room, and Hyejin wouldn’t have found it nerve-wracking if it only wasn’t for Jaemin’s persistent gaze on her. 

“Excuse me, everything alright?”

Jaemin didn’t comprehend she was talking to him right away and hesitated before answering in a mumble, “yeah, yeah, I was just… thinking.” 

“Oh, you wanted to be alone?” 

“What?” He asked, brows furrowing. “No, no, I can’t kick you out of the house,” he said, words followed by a light laugh, “not that I would. I have no reasons; you are so nice.” 

Hyejin’s eyes crinkled up and a small dimple poked her right cheek while a whispered thanks slurred from her lips. “You were thinking about what? If you want to tell me.” 

“No, it’s nothing,” he shrugged, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as she moved around as if that was her place, cleaning up as if it was her duty, and sure, Jaemin knew nothing about them and their dynamics but something about everything felt off. Maybe it was the jet lag, or the Korean air after years of America, yes, it had to be that. 

Her soft giggle brought him back to earth. “What’s so funny?” 

“You,” she said. “Are you tired?” 

“Do I look that horrible?”

She shook her head while she folded the bags and then placed them under the sink, ready to be used again. “You look shaken. Is your room already set up?” 

Jaemin shrugged. “Partially, the truck with most of my things got lost and I have no idea when I will have my piano, my guitar, and my bed.” 

She gasped, signalling him to follow her on the couch. “Your bed?” 

“Yep, and while you’re here,” he coughed, “did you and Hyuck have plans for a spicy night or can I sleep with him tonight?” 

Hyejin laughed and shook her head. “I’m sorry but that’s hilarious.”

“My tragedy it’s hilarious? I spent years giving that mattress my shape, if I don’t get it by tomorrow, I will cry.” 

His voice and expression only made her laugh more, to the point of tears. “Sorry, it was bad luck, but the good news is you can sleep with my boyfriend.” 

“Great, I hope he stopped kicking with time.” 

She chuckled. “He doesn’t kick me when we sleep together.” 

“So, you’re sure you won’t hate me? He already cancelled plans with you today.” 

“No, don’t worry, I’m used to it,” she said light-heartedly but then her expression changed when she saw Jaemin’s furrowed eyes. 

“You’re used to it?” 

“Yeah, you have no ideas how many times Haechan says we will do something and then forgets about it or changes it to something else like staying at home or… staying at home.” 

While her voice was light and playful, Jaemin didn’t find it so funny but, once again, it had been years he had been with Haechan so maybe he was like this with everybody, maybe he simply changed and also she seemed fine with it, so who was he to judge? 

“What about you? I’ve been friends with Hyuck since we were crawling, but I can’t remember you.” 

“Do you know all his friends?” 

“Mostly,” she said, bringing her knees to the couch and turning to the side to look at him better.  

“I used to travel a lot, so probably that’s why you don’t know me. Also, I was his friend from his grandparents’ town, that’s where we met.” 

“Oh, yeah, it makes sense,” she said. “And why are you here now?” 

“Studied in America and then decided to come back here to see if Korea had something magical for my future, we’ll see if this will be the dumbest idea I’ve ever made or the best.” 

She chuckled, eyes softening. “Are you afraid?” 

Jaemin sighed, rubbing his neck. “Aren’t we all? Shouldn’t we? Fear is not necessarily bad, right?” 

Hyejin hummed. “Well, I’m not sure.” 

“What is it?” 

She chuckled nervously. “The future.” 

“Oh, if you look at it that way, it is scary.” 

“Yeah, but I can’t find a job. I mean I have a job, I work in a library and I managed to create a small book club every Tuesday with adults and another on Friday dedicated to little kids, but my art degree has led me nowhere. I’m losing my passion for painting, I don’t have time for painting, I feel like a failure because my parents warned me about it,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, shit, that’s not what I wanted to show you of me.” Not even Haechan wanted to listen to her rant most of the time, why would a stranger be okay with it?  

“No, keep going,” he reassured her, touching her hand, stopping her nervous movements, and unconsciously rubbing his thumb on her palm. “I love listening.” 

She gulped, briefly looked at their hands and his eyes, and then went on. “I fear I won’t find my place in this world, and I know I’m only 22 and I have time, but… everything spins around so fast, everyone seems better than you, at everything, and… it sucks.” 

Jaemin chuckled, “It sucks.” 

“Are you making fun of me?” She huffed, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms. 

“No, I agree. It sucks. But I’m not sure you want to listen to my talks against capitalism and its damages to people and the environment or other talks about economies and how humans are not made for this stressful, time-ticking life and how at this point it’s just surviving and not living, right?” 

A smile spread on her face, cheeks heating up. “Maybe one day, I’d love to listen.” 

“One day,” Jaemin smiled widely, perfect white teeth in view and eyes full of a hopeful warmth. “Now, any other fears?”

Haechan. 

It lingered in her brain. All the fears about their future. How everything she dreamed of seemed to be secondary to him. How the future she pictured for them seemed so different from the drawing he had in mind. Incompatible. And somehow, they always found a way to never talk about it. 

“Nothing,” she whispered, swallowing the gulp in her chest. “Just that.” 

“Great,” he beamed. “I can tell you one thing my grandma said to me, you have a place in this world, you just have to find it, but you have it, and one day, you will discover it, get comfortable in it, and you’ll realize that everything you had to face had led you to the highest place in your life.” 

She swiftly wiped away a tear and smiled. “Thanks, I will try to remember it when I have my lowest moment. Want to help me think about something for dinner?” 

“Sure, I love cooking!” 

“Really? I love it too!” 

Hyejin had no idea if Jaemin would’ve been a perfect match for Zoya, but for now, that thought didn’t cross her mind, for now, it only looked like she could’ve found a new amazing friend, and that was something that had been missing for a while in her life. 

“What do you mean boiled chicken with no seasoning?” Hyejin asked speechless, stirring the food in the pot while Jaemin finished setting the table. 

“I’m not kidding, that’s when I learnt to never accept invites at other people’s houses,” he laughed, but the thought of that dinner sent shivers down his spine. 

“Well, you’ll eat well here,” she promised. 

“Because you are the chef of the house?” 

She grinned, humming after tasting the food. “Most of the time.” 

“Wait, do you live here?” 

She shook her head. “Nope, but we’re both very busy and I try to spend more time as possible with him. And I love this made-up sense of domestic life I dream to have one day.” 

“And he never comes to your place?” Jaemin didn’t want to pry, but since he arrived there, Haechan didn’t talk about her as much as she talked about him. He wasn’t even sure his friend told him he had a girlfriend. And in the last few hours, he got to see that she acted like a wife. 

“Not as much as I am here, but if you don’t want me around, we can —” 

“No,” Jaemin stopped her instantly. “You care about him… a lot, it’s nice.” 

Her face heated up and she looked away. “Is it so evident?” 

“Mhh, yes?” 

“What’s so evident?” Another voice asked. 

“Haechan!” She exclaimed, rushing to the kitchen door to hug him. 

“Babe,” he groaned, pulling back, “I’m all sweaty.” 

“I don’t care,” she said, hugging him anyway. “I missed you,” she pouted, cupping his face before bringing her lips to his. 

“Missed you too,” he smiled, leaving a small peck on her lips before looking behind her to stare at the pots. “Mhh, it smells delicious here, is it all from you?” 

She scoffed, flicking her ponytail in a bragging motion. “It’s always me.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know, without you I’d be dead,” he laughed. “I’ll go take a quick shower and then we can eat, alright?” 

“Yes, we’ll wait for you.” 

Jaemin coughed. “You don’t really come here every day to feed him?” 

“Oh my god, why do you say it like that?” She laughed but Jaemin’s serious face made her stop another time. “I’m not a maid.” 

“I know, but…” 

“I just love cooking, and my roommates usually have different shifts, so they are home later than me, and I’d rather eat with my boyfriend than alone.” 

Jaemin hummed, lips pressed together as he helped with the other two pots and brought them to the table. 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me around?” 

“Yes, I told you, I like you. I mean, I don’t know you much but… I think we get alone, right? At least for now.” 

Hyejin nodded. “I like you too, but if anything makes you uncomfortable don’t be afraid of talking to me.” 

“Yes, sure.” Jaemin smiled warmly, grabbing even the last pan and setting it on the table before placing a hand on her shoulder. “But I don’t think you’ll ever make me uncomfortable.” 

“Jaem, it’s not possible you don’t remember her. Come on, I had a fake phone with her photo on it and I used to always be on call with her, you thought I was crazy and I made her up,” Haechan said. It was mid-dinner, and after talks and talks, the topic focused on their childhood and how strange it was Hyejin and Jaemin didn’t meet before when they were so close with Haechan. 

“Now that I think about it, I remember him talking about you,” Jaemin said, pointing a finger at her. “He really looked insane, and you seemed too perfect from his talks so I thought he made you up and that photo was cut out of a journal or something.” 

Hyejin laughed. “Too perfect? So you really loved me all along?” 

Haechan gulped, eyes dimming a bit of their happy light, but smile still pulled in a line. “I guess.” He wasn’t sure it was love back then, not like what they shared now, at least. They were each other’s half since the start, always there for each other, in the good and bad, and he truly wouldn’t have survived without her, but when he found out how she loved him all along, he felt that what he always felt for her wasn’t enough. 

“Wait, you’re not dating since forever?” Jaemin asked, bringing him back on earth, and making her blush brightly. 

“We were kids,” Haechan huffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, but you’ve dating for a while, now, right? At least until high school, you used to talk about your girlfriend back then, you were head over heels just as you are now.” Jaemin hyped tone didn’t meet the energy that fell in the room, time freezing and awkward fits of cough coming from Hyejin’s mouth. 

“I wasn’t dating her in high school… well, we started to date during the last year, but I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you about her,” Haechan said awkwardly, and Jaemin’s face filled with sorrow. 

“Oh, I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I made assumptions and I made them wrong,” he tried to joke about it, hoping it would ease the tension, and it worked, making Hyejin giggle and tell him to not worry with a wave of the hand. 

“It’s fine, our story is weird,” she explained, but her mind was going down a completely different path. She wasn’t surprised hearing Haechan was head over heels for Zoya, she was there, witnessing it with her eyes, hearing him rant about how much he loved her. But it had to be a good thing that Jaemin thought Haechan shared the same love for her, too, right? If Haechan talked about her the same way he talked about Zoya, if he looked at her the same way, she was sure he loved her a lot. 

Jaemin wanted to say something more but only limited himself to a fake smile and a nod of the head before hiding behind the glass of wine. 

“What about you?” Hyejin asked, deciding it was better to change the topic and shine the light on him. 

“About me or my dating life?” He asked, placing the glass down, and smiling at her. 

“Your dating life, you look like a heartbreaker,” she joked, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. 

Jaemin snickered, leaning back against the backrest of the chair. “I’m pretty lame actually. I think I break hearts because people fall for me and I rarely love them back.” 

Haechan scoffed. “If only you weren’t so damn hard to please.” 

“Me, hard to please? Have you taken a look in the mirror?” Jaemin retorted playfully. 

“Uh, uh, I’ve got her,” Haechan replied, indicating Hyejin with a nod of the head. 

“It sounds as if you two gave it a romantic shot and it didn’t work out,” she said, trying to suppress the laugh but when they both turned to her glaring at her, she broke out laughing. “I’m sorry but why did it get so personal?” 

“Because I’m not hard to please, I like simple things,” Jaemin explained, shrugging. “As long as I’m with the one I love, I’m happy.” 

Haechan rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass before leaning into her ear and whispering, “Don’t believe him.” 

“Ugh,” Jaemin gasped offended. “If only I didn’t respect our friendship I’d tell her to put me on a test.” 

Hyejin shook her head, snickering. “You two still act like children, trying to make it up for the lost years?” 

“If he lies, I’m afraid I’ll have to report it to the teacher,” Jaemin joked before poking his tongue out to Haechan. 

“God, you are unsufferable, I had forgotten about it.” 

“Maybe you’ll find love here,” Hyejin said, cutting their bickerings, and bringing a hand under her chin. 

“Who knows, life is unpredictable,” Jaemin smiled tenderly, playing with the shaft of the glass. 

“I hope you will settle in here.”

After a month, Jaemin was more than settled in Seoul and in that house. It wasn’t easy to get accustomed to a new life, find a job and meet new friends, but it wasn’t even that hard. 

Haechan was still the usual social butterfly he was back in time, and his friends were nice, so soon enough Jaemin started to hang out with them too. Life was pretty erratic, but at the same time, something felt cosy about everything when he came home after a long day at work. 

At first, he thought it simply was the warm color of the living room, or the candles scattered on the shelves, or the smell of food that filled the place most of the nights when he returned home. But after two months, he understood that warm feeling was Hyejin. 

At the start, he found it odd that she was at their place so much, it was even annoying because he had imagined having some time and space alone with his best friend after so many years of being away, but he couldn’t hate her even if he tried. 

Something wasn’t quite right, though. 

Jaemin had been studying them for a while; he wasn’t a creep, and he truly didn’t want to get in their personal business, but it was rather impossible when they were always in front of his eyes. Hyejin always made sure to pass by even for a quick hello and a kiss, rare were the days when she couldn’t because she was too busy or too tired from work, and Jaemin had learned that on Friday they had their special night together, that consisted in having a different type of date. And if it was possible, during the weekend, it was as if she moved in with them. 

But if he quickly drew a map of their relationship, he could also easily see all the things that jarred in the picture. 

Hyejin truly was the light of the house, a warm presence, a reassuring hug. She was all over Haechan, and every time Jaemin stopped to stare at the way her eyes would look at Haechan, he could swear he had never seen a person more in love than her. If heart eyes were real, they would belong to her. He couldn’t even not notice her lingering touches, her slim fingers looking for Haechan’s hands, almost shyly, as if for some reason she couldn’t, as if that wasn’t her place. Her fingertips would run on his hand, or his thighs, tracing patterns while she listened to him talk with a lost, in-love, smile on her face, or she would run them in his black hair, playing with it until Haechan glared at her for ruining his style. 

But all that love seemed to meet a cold wall when Jaemin’s eyes landed on Haechan. He was sure his friend loved her too, Jaemin could hear the tender tone behind his ‘babe’ and ‘honey’, and how happy she was when he randomly gifted her something unexpected. For some reason, though, his love didn’t seem just as strong. And sometimes Jaemin wondered if Haechan truly loved her or not. 

He tried not to focus on it, it wasn’t his problem, he probably should’ve focused on finding somebody on his own instead of analysing his best friend’s relationship, but his brain couldn’t help but run miles when they were in front of him. 

Haechan started pushing her gentle touch away, stopping her with a colder tone when she brushed her hair and swiftly pulled away from the kiss. And Jaemin wouldn’t have cared about it if only he didn’t witness her eyes saddening with every rejection. 

“Don’t you think Haechan has been acting weird?” He dared to ask one day. They were alone at home since Haechan went out to buy some drinks. Jaemin wanted to mind his business and stay locked in his room, but when he went downstairs and saw her on the couch, he couldn’t bite his tongue. 

Hyejin lifted her gaze from the phone to him, a cute wrinkle forming on her forehead as she tried to understand what he meant by that. “What are you referring to?” 

Jaemin sighed, walking in fast steps to sit next to her. “Doesn’t he seem more distant and cold?” 

“Oh,” she whispered, locking her phone to let it drop at her side before turning to face him. “A bit…” 

“And… you’re fine with it?” 

“I mean, he’s probably just stressed because of work, he’s going insane over it, so I don’t feel like blaming him. Why? Did he answer you badly? I know it’s not nice, but he tends to get easily triggered when he’s stressed.” 

Jaemin wanted to slap himself. Of course, he was just making things up in his brain, reading too much between the lines. It had been too long since he had been so close with Haechan and he didn’t know him as much as Hyejin did. It had to be just stress. “No, you’re right, he told me the new shifts are screwing him and the boss is making him go through hell, I’m just… dumb.” 

“But why? If he said something to you, I can talk to him.” 

“No, no,” Jaemin reassured her, trying to comfort her with a smile. “It wasn’t about me.” 

Hyejin smiled. “Wait, you were worried about me?” 

Jaemin’s eyes widened and she chuckled at his expression. “I wasn’t worried,” he stopped her immediately, “it’s just that… you, oh, never mind, he’s just stressed anyway, you don’t need to hear my useless rants about imaginary stuff.” 

She laughed. “Okay, fine, I won’t torture you. But I think that’s a sign you haven’t found anybody if you’re so worried about me.” 

He pressed his lips together, sighing undefeated. “I don’t know if I want to add a relationship to the mix of moving to another country and starting a new job and obsessing over my best friend not treating my half-roommate like a princess even when his brain is fried.” 

Hyejin chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Let’s change the obsessing over my boyfriend and me with having time for a relationship?” She teased, placing her hands on his shoulders and batting her eyes at him. 

“Why does it sound like you’re trying to set me up with someone?” 

“Because I am,” she replied resolutely. 

Jaemin rolled his eyes. “Fine, but just because it’s you.” 

“I told Jaemin about Zoya,” Hyejin whispered, hot breath hitting Haechan’s chest, covered in the t-shirt he used as pyjamas as they laid in bed. 

“You did what?” He asked, looking down at her, not able to hide the shock behind his voice and eyes. 

“I didn’t murder anybody, I told him he could meet Zoya,” she explained, not getting his reaction. 

“I know but she will get him killed,” he said. “They will never match.” 

“You don’t know. Jaemin’s sweet and Zoya’s a nice girl, so, why not?” 

Haechan chuckled. “Oh, so you compliment her sometimes?” 

“Shut up, I’ve never said a bad thing about her.” 

Haechan raised a brow, silently questioning her words. 

“Fine, maybe I did, but only when she broke your heart,” our hearts, “and I just called her out for the things she did to you, never went past that. And when she doesn’t break my boyfriend’s heart, she is nice.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head before leaving a peck on her forehead. “You’re cute when you get riled up, but try to keep it down. Come here,” he ordered, pulling her closer to start a heated kiss, surely not with the intention of turning it into hands roaming on skin and whimpers filling the room. 

“We can’t… Jaemin,” Hyejin whispered against his lips when he rolled her over to make her lay on the mattress. 

“We’ll keep quiet,” Haechan reassured her, leaving one last kiss before he started removing her clothes, right before his met the same fate. 

“You’re so pretty, you know?” 

She hummed, watching as he leaned down to kiss her bare breast before his lips reached her nipples to suck on them. She pushed down a moan while her nails scratched the bedsheets. “Can I make it up for making you mad?” 

“You didn’t make me mad, but I’ll pretend to be very offended by what you say, so yes, make it up,” she joked, making him smile. 

Haechan moved down until he reached between her legs and then leaned in, breath hitting her pussy, already sending shivers down her spine. Haechan didn’t add other words, he never did, only started leaving kisses on her inner thigh and slowly dragged his mouth closer to her centre. 

“Please, don’t tease me,” she huffed. 

“I’m not teasing, I’m taking care of you,” he retorted, going on with his soft touches. “Just relax, it was a stressful day, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Good, so let me take the stress away.” While his lips kept kissing her skin, his hands moved up to touch her body, smiling as he felt her tremble under him, and when enough time passed, he felt like starting to take care of her like she wanted. His tongue laid flat on her pussy, wetting it before he started concentrating on the clit. Haechan was thoughtful and methodical, always following his usual pattern of long strokes of his tongue followed by careful sucks on her clit. And, when he felt generous enough, he even added a finger, just like now. 

“Haechan,” she breathed out, voice shaky as her head rolled back, and fire rushed in her veins.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He hummed against her, staring at her, only seeing her boobs raising fast, and part of her neck. 

“So good.” 

“’S good? Then come all over my tongue,” he encouraged in a low groan, quickening his movements while his hands moved to cup her thighs and spread her more. “Show me how good I make you feel, baby, come on.” 

And it took nothing for her to come, shaking like a leaf while her legs closed around his head, as he never stopped his movements, teasing his tongue inside before going back at her throbbing clit to suck it. 

“Mhh, fuck,” she moaned, feeling breathless when he pulled away, the high slowing down. “Want you.” 

“Not caring about Jaemin anymore?” 

“I can keep silent,” she pouted, grabbing him to push him close to her. 

Haechan chuckled and then moved her up on the bed to fix her better before he aligned his hips to hers. “Want you so badly, since he’s around we stopped fucking like rabbits.” 

“Haechan! You’re so vulgar.” 

“But we were used to it, you can’t deny,” he said, kissing her neck. 

“Never denied, there are ways and ways to say things.” 

“Mhh, can I be inside you or is it vulgar?” 

“Just fuck me, please.” 

“Boo, vulgar.” 

“Hae — shit,” she cursed when he pushed in, hands reaching his shoulders for support while her legs wrapped around his waist. 

Haechan chuckled, starting to thrust his hips into her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A moan rolled from her mouth, eyes parting to stare at him. A cute furrow on his forehead while his eyes stared at her face. “You’re beautiful, you know?”

She didn’t reply, only smiled widely before turning her face to the side to hide the blush on her face. But Haechan placed two fingers under her chin and moved her face again, kissing her softly. 

She felt all the stress of the long day leave her body as the pleasure incremented with every snap of his hips, not hard but rhythmic enough to push her closer to her climax. 

“Hyuck,” she whimpered, nails digging into his back, dragging a hiss out of his mouth. 

“Yes, babe? Are you close?”

She hummed, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the orgasm approach. She never had anybody but him, but she was sure nobody else would ever be able to read her like he could. She wished she wouldn’t ever have to feel other hands on her skin, or lips on her body because only his could feel this right. And now that his lips were gently teasing one of her nipples, while his hand was between her leg to stimulate her clit, and he whispered praises right against her ear, she truly felt like nobody else could get her. 

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he moaned, lips leaving her sensitive bud so that his face could drop in the crook of her neck. “Come with me.”

She hummed, sounds muffled into her mouth as she kept her lower lip trapped between her teeth to don’t be too loud. This time the pleasure rushed over her with more force as her hips raised from the mattress to rut against his and chase the high. Haechan had this tendency of being a bit too loud when he came, so she was quick at trapping his lips on her, and kissing him throughout the orgasm, muffling his whimpers and moans, mixing them with hers. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled after a minute, pulling out of her and collapsing to the side. “Look at you,” he whispered, laying on his side while he caressed her hair, pushing it back on her forehead, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “you always look so hot after sex.”

She chuckled, shifting to hide against his chest. “Shut up, I look like a mess.”

“A mess I made, so you’re hot,” Haechan said, pulling her closer. “Shower? Then I could use a snack, you know?”

Hyejin rolled her eyes jokingly, “You already had one.”

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[vikugnavikugna]

A really rough sketch for the Worm/One Piece au I've been Ponderin' for a while now. Some random ideas for the main crew under the cut:

Let's start by making things clear: this is not for any kind of fanfic or anything of the sort. I have been known to write those when I was 14 and very into RWBY, but I still struggle to write anything too complex in english and I have since given up on the hobby anyway. I just like rotating Worm characters in my head and combining them with any other brainrot I am going through at any point of my life, y'know.

As for how the au actually works, I simply deleted all the characters from the One Piece universe from existance and then tried to apply every Worm character to the preexisting societal structures and dynamics of the Three Great Powers, whilst staying as close to the currently established canon and with making up as few new Devil Fruits as possible (currently on just 1, but I haven't gone through many side characters).

Now, as evidenced by the use of Haki and presence of Imp, this fanart portrays the crew at quite a later stage of their journey - I imagine the Underside Pirates (it is a butt joke, to be clear) started off somewhere in South Blue openly working for the mysterious Captain Coil, a man trying to make a name for himself before moving to the Grand Line. What the Underside Pirates didn't actually know is that they were slowly being set up for betrayal from the very start - Captain Coil is Thomas Calvert, a retired Marine, who works under a pseudonym solely so that he can build up the persona of Captain Coil as a threat to the World Government, fake arresting himself and gain the title of a Shichibukai (and with it, the entrance to the Holy Land Mary Geoise).

For the actual crew, let's go through them one by one:

Taylor D Hebert - newest recruit of the crew, starts off as quartermaster, before being promoted to the first mate and eventually captain further down the line. The user of Jou-Jou no Mi (shamefully, the only original Fruit I made up for this au so far - it possesses about the same capabilities as Taylor's powers do in canon). Not a lot to say here - take her Worm backstory, substitute being into heroes for being inspired to join the Marines and bosh, done. After the discovery of Haki I imagine she would start gathering bugs into shapes of objects and covering the entire swarm in armament Haki for some improvised weapons (she's doing that very thing and forming a katana in the art, coincidentally). Her attack name are references to english literature (I am polish so I cannot think of an example). Possibly gay for Rachel but, since Oda writes both romance and queer people weird, it's this very anime kind of crush where she acts normal 90% of the time, but then turns into a blushing mumbling idiot when Rachel is too close. Kind of like Kuroko from Railgun but with 100% less sexual assault, y'know.

Rachel Lindt - a dogfish fishman raised outside of Fishman Island, Rachel had a pretty tough life travelling the seas alone, always narrowly avoiding whichever slave hunting crew that confused her for a mermaid at any given moment. She has no fruit powers and minimal Fishman Karate skills due to never having a proper teacher. In combat she always relied mostly on various marine life companions she gathered throughout the years of travelling the sea - in many ways, her only family. Works as the crew's helmsman. Her attack names are hilariously simple and straightforward, often said after she delivers them, rather than during action (eg. she'll just calmly punch her opponent into the ground as they are mid screaming their attack name, dust herself off and calmly say 'Right Punch' before walking off). Mostly inspired by the fact, that it always annoyed me horribly how few female fishmen there were in the series. Completely unaware Taylor has a crush on her.

Alec Vasil - son of a Yonko and an ex-Celestial Dragon, Alec was one of the many children Nikos Vasil has produced with his various mistresses. There isn't much information about the Heartbreaker in Worm proper, but I imagine him as a Doflamingo kind of figure in this au - his connections and information about the Holy Land stops the Marines from ever attacking him directly and the powers of Ito Ito no Mi, whilst limited, let him marionette people around however he wishes to fulfill his various schemes. Alec himself is no Fruit user but, due to his mother being a Mink, can use Electro. Thanks to years of experimentation with the fighting style, he developed a technique which allows him a limited control over the electricity in his enemies' muscles, purposefully mimiquing the powers of his father - both to get his father's attention and to mock his abilities ('I can do everything you can and more without being a Celestial Dragon or a Fruit user' type deal). No one really knows what his job on the ship is supposed to be and, when asked, he just usually makes up whatever lie let's him laze off some more at any given moment (usually, 'Oh, yeah, I'm on permament Lookout duty, actually'). At first I thought his attack names should be in french, but nah, this dude is just screaming the most atrocious pun attack names known to mankind probably. Responsible for making up the crew's name.

Lisa Wilbourn - the crew's de facto unofficial captain in the early days, she also doubles as a navigator. A noble of a small kingdom in South Blue, her story plays out very similarly to the canon Lisa. At some point of it all she accidently gets her hands on Giro Giro no Mi and, when her family wants to exploit her mind reading abilities for business when she's still in mourning over her brother, she escapes her home island and gets scouted by Coil. I think that a lot of the time snipers are done real dirty in One Piece, so Lisa mainly uses long range weaponry (and later Observation Haki) during combat - she simply never puts any time into mastering Armament. Honestly not much to say here, I think she was one of the most obvious Devil Fruit fits in the entire crew. Out of every person in this drawing, I am the most disatissfied with her design and thus will probably do something about it shortly.

Brian Laborn - fills the role of a first mate, cook, quartermaster, doctor, canon master, shipwright and sometimes also a ship, if need be. My friend and I discussed whether to give him a Fruit power, as the only one that fits him - that being Yami Yami no Mi, which not only visually mimics Brian's power, but also makes the user literally suffer more in combat - is way too powerful for a small ass crew. So eventually I settled for just amking him the crew's boringman Haki user and martial artist. I mean, someone does need to fish out all these dumbasses from the ocean and Rachel isn't always around, I guess. A not zero chance he steals Yami Yami no Mi from Jack's crew later on or something of the like. He may use fullbody Armament at some point, purely because I think it gets REAL bad rep in One Piece and he would make it work, I bet. His attack names are all references to real life boxing history.

Aisha Laborn - there was much debate in my head whether Aisha should be the user of Memo Memo no Mi or Suke Suke no Mi - the latter eventually won out, because I believe Aisha going unnoticed by both foes and allies is more important than actually referencing the memory aspect of her powers. She got her hands on the Devil Fruit due to one of his mother's boyfriends, who was a pirate and robbed it off of someone on sea. Aisha ate the Fruit, angering her mother's boyfriend and, after being severly beaten up, managed to activate the Fruit's abilities to become invisible and call for Brian. The following sequence plays out similarly as in canon. Aisha would be on the ship from the very beginning, but Brian usually leaves her in some town when the Underside Pirates go on any kind of mission and it's not until later that she actually joins them as crew (or rather she sneaks onto their ship claiming to be their second permanent Lookout so many times that it just became easier letting her stay).

Ship - considering the crew's size, most likely a caravel. I'm firting with it being named Atlas, but are not sold on it. Jokingly referred to is as Shrugging Atlas in my head once. I think Atlas should be their second ship, something they gain after Taylor becomes a more prominent member of the crew, and they should start off with something else. No clue what tho.

[alexanderlightweight]

hello! Happy Wednesday 💛

a prompt idea: someone tries to convince alec that magnus has/will inevitably cheat on him. Maybe even magnus finds out?

so i had to think about how to do this because i hate cheating and then i realized there was a canon scenario that i could use and just somewhat rewrite to my own preferences ^_^

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

-lu

“Alec, you need to be prepared. Mentally, going into a relationship like this.”

“Because he’s a man?” Alec asks, casually uninterested in where Robert is trying to take this sudden and strangely personal meeting. “Or because he’s a warlock?” Alec really isn’t interested in the opinion of an ex-Circle member regardless of their status as his parents and it’s amazing how freeing the knowledge of your parent’s sins can be. The sudden release of a burden that was never yours to carry, but you were made to and blamed for it anyways and Alec is feeling lighter than ever… and less inclined to listen to his parents than ever before.

“Alec, that’s not why I wanted to talk.” Robert says and he grimaces, like this conversation isn’t going the way he wanted which is great. Because Alec enjoys watching him sweat and stumble over his stupid, prejudiced words.  “It’s about the type of person Magnus Bane is. And it’s not the kind of person I ever wanted any of my kids with.”

“Well, I didn’t want to find out that the reason my parents were pushing me to enter an arranged marriage was because they followed a genocidal maniac and contributed to his treason, genocide and terrorism. So… dad—” and Robert winces, because Alec’s never really called his parents informally and certainly not in meetings unless he’s being condescending.

“I think your opinion is not only irrelevant, but also unwelcome. Especially when it involves the level of hypocrisy that it does, coming from you. So, if you’d like to keep your tongue and not have to have Idris regrow it, I suggest you stop talking.” Alec smiles, the one that Izzy always says reminds her of sharks, and Robert pales further, “and leave. The sooner the better. Or I’d be happy to make your stay here a more permanent one. There are plenty of places here for you to rest.”

It’s the most blatant threat Alec has ever made to a family member and for a minute, he’s worried he’s too subtle like he normally is. However, Magnus is an incredible influence and Alec smirks as his point is firmly made and Robert backs up, sweating as he leaves, and Alec rolls his eyes. Whatever Robert wanted to tell him, was going to use over his head like a witchlight to guide Alec to the ‘right path’ isn’t going to work. While information is always powerful, you also need to be wary of where the information comes from and the price it will cost.

And there is a great many things Alec is willing to do to get information, but listening to someone insult Magnus and his relationship with Magnus will never be one of them.

Alec will accept the end of the world before he lets anyone insult Magnus in front of him, especially people who are supposed to be Alec’s family.

If needed, Alec will purge his life of whatever he needs to, in order to keep Magnus protected, even if it’s only from words and looks and insinuations. Magnus is older than him and knows so much more of the world, but Alec often finds himself wondering who protects Magnus, when Magnus protects the world.

Alec never had anyone to protect him until Magnus and now, Alec is going to return the favor, even if it’s only in small, invisible ways that Magnus may never find out about.

It’s with satisfaction that Alec goes to the loft that morning and is greeted with kisses and laughter and a deliciously dark smirk that Alec smiles contentedly against.

[thejournallo]

hello!!! i think i got close to shifting the night!!! for the last 3 nights ive been trying some methods whether it be stuff i found on tumblr or guides methods on spotify. but none of them seems to be my thing, as after a while i get real awake and struggle to fall asleep as well as get bored. last night i decided to simply listen to powerful shifting subliminals before sleeping and during it. the day before i had read that i don't actually need a method or anything just simply my intention would be enough and ngl i'm a bit lazy but i just wanna wake up in my dr so bad🙏🙏 during it i said some affirmations then slept but woke up afterwards(it was a 2 hour video) and i couldn't sleep back. people in the comments were saying they have shifted to this regardless of if they have used a method or not. i laid awake for like 20 mins and then finnaly decide to close to video when there was like 10 mins before it was gonna end and decided to do some stuff to make me sleepy(it was 3 am) i don't really have a script but only something that is for security. i merely imagined things in my head, even something big as who my friends gonna be, where i will live etc or just said then simply in my mind, unable to find something for them and just see them once i'm in my dr. i hope this is enough?? bc im really not good at visualizing i can only think of certain actions happening that's why i hate methods too i'm unable to do them properly. anyway when i was finnaly sleepy,i found a powerful subliminal on spotify that is 1 hour long, simply said stuff like "i am in my dr, i will wake up in my dr, i have the intention to wake up in my dr" a couple times and tried to imagine myself sleeping there. the thing is i didn't change almost anything about myself so since it's very much the same as me now i cannot see my dr self any different than me. nevertheless, very close to me falling asleep, i felt like i was my dr self!! kept my eyes closed, i didn't feel anything physical but only felt as if i was truly in my dr sleeping there. and i had such a blank dream, literally no one or anything, just pitch black where i felt myself as if i was my dr self again. unfortunately i woke up here but i think this is a big sign?? and just one more little thing,, as i said i didn't script but i want some very general event to happen such as getting into the school i want, getting married, going on vacations etc but i don't really have a visualtion of my mind but rather things that will happen there, thats enough for them to happen write? i really don't like writing scripts if anything ill just add there. anyway, so sorry for writing such a long paragraph and i hope i made sense(english isn't my first language😖) and can you guide me a bit!! have a lovely dayyyyy<33

HELLO! AND CONGRATULATION, LITTLE STAR!

I'm so excited for you! And yes, it is a big sign that you are shifting! I'm so happy that you shared this great achievement with me! 🥺

Btw tho! To answer your questions! You don't have to write it for it to happen; intentions are powerful!

As you saw last night, our intentions are enough to let things happen! If you want to check if they happen, if you have a specific scene in mind, I suggest you have a list with a keyword connected to that scene so when it happens, you will know!

Ex: I want Fred Weasly to ask me out on a date. Keyword: date night scene.

Some general things I can suggest you do are: use YouTube instead of Spotify. On YouTube, you will find 10-hour-long videos with affirmations and non-affirmations.

I use brown sounds to fall asleep, but I found 10 hours of subliminals about abondance. I dont see why there could not be a subliminal for shifting.

BTW, keep going like this! You are not forced to use a method, and for sure, you don't need one because you are powerful enough to do it! I will be here! I am waiting to know your progress and celebrate your achievements with you.

Congratulations again, darling!

[sanderstime]

My favorite headcanons, Dark Side Edition

Orange Side: "wow, you're including him?"

Yeah I know, I'm so great for doing so. - He is an instigator, he causes fights and debates constantly by blurting out an opinion he knows the other sides will hate just so he has an excuse to yell (he thinks it's fun.)

-He's naturally a loud guy, his whispers are barely quieter than normal talking.

-His handwriting is TERRIBLE. No one can really read it, except Remus because he taught him how to decode it. Just so he can annoy Janus when he can't figure it out.

-Remus and Janus are his best friends, and he specifically loves to make Logan mad.

-He's tried to make Patton mad and has only succeeded once, and never again. He keeps trying though.

-Loves spicy things. Probably eats takis for breakfast.

-dyes his hair flaming hot-Cheeto ass red, and he's iconic for it.

-He wears leather jackets... yeah...yeah he does.

-Cronus. that is his name ty

Remus:

Where.... where do I even BEGIN

-He's slightly taller than Roman and holds it over him constantly "Oh you can't reach the top shelf? let the BIGGER brother get it for you."

-Remus definitely writes fanfiction. Thats it.

-He is very musically gifted with instruments, especially the Tuba. He will convince Roman to perform with him and make him sing along to his tuba for 'brotherly bonding.'

-The first one to get lost if they went to an amusement park together, Logan would have the map and then turn around to see Remus is already missing.

-Dude is weirdly extremely flexible, like nearly contortionist-level of flexibility.

-he made a deal to marry Janus if they were single by 40. He initiated it and bothered him until Janus sighed and went "Fineeee."

-Like Roman, he sings on a daily basis, just... a lot more purposefully obnoxious.

-He likes to go into Romans room and make things just out of place, like stealing a single bulb from his fairy lights or moving things slightly to the left.

-He loves to play hide and seek, sometimes he'll just hide for no reason until someone finds him and screams when he gets scared.

-He also loves Disney, but he likes bringing up the disturbing behind-the-scenes facts that he knows.

-He actively thinks about the Roman Empire, as a joke.

-He does his makeup too, and he often does Romans' makeup too- it's one of the few parts of the day when they don't argue at all.

Janus:

-Despite loving snakes, he actually has pet rats. Two of them.

-He's the kind of guy to start a fight between two people and then begin recording when it escalates "Oooh did he just call you that? You going to let that slide?"

-In AU's where they have powers, I like him having the ability to shapeshift into people he makes a connection with. So when he finally opens up with someone he transforms into them and back to his normal self to prove that he cares y'know...

-He does care a lot, even though he fights often with the other sides he sees them all as his friends. Remus will always be who he's closest with.

-He and Virgil being bitter exes makes sense. idk it just does. I don't make the rules.

-His favorite board game is Secret Hitler. Because he is great at it.

-Birds creep him out, he doesn't like how they look up close and how loud they can be.

-Made a fake account posting fake science facts and tagging Logan, so Logan will go on long tangents about how wrong he is. Then he will reply with "Nope."

-Every time someone asks him to hand them something he will say "No." and hand it to them anyway.

-Makes sure everyone is taking care of themselves, he may not get along with everyone all the time but at the end of the day, he makes sure they are properly taken care of.

-would definitely get a two-headed snake tattoo.

- he NEEDS snakebites, like... c'mon.

[lady-of-the-puddle]

Welcome Back

Today I will be rating Beck's

Potential Partners?

The question mark is because some of them were definitely his partners, others will not admit it, and some came to...circumstances preventing a declaration of their love...anyway.

1. Bodhi

Literally on screen for 30 seconds max

We all clocked that shit instantly

Never brought him up again (thx to retroactive backstory oops)

Beck was actually visibly sad about him tho to the point his boss/dad had to ask if he was ok

Absolute cute couple though

8/10 I knew him for five seconds and now I have to kill everyone in this room and then myself

2. Paige

Y'all already know. Everyone knows. The whole grid knows.

The sexual tension is palpable

Which brings me to some difficult questions about the nature of programs and what physical functions they may or may not have.

Ugh I'm a sucker for the rivals to lovers thing tho

12/10 top ten hottest bi power couple if they don't kill each other first

3. Tron

I went over this in my tron's exes list but I must reiterate cause reasons

Can you imagine meeting your hero, your icon, your savior and he's....a bit of a bitch??

But you learn and get to know him and he opens up to you and comes to trust you with his life UGH my heart

9/10 I rated this 7/10 before but I'm not scared anymore they're GOOD

4. Cyrus

Look, he gets in with his bffs and the first thing they say to Beck is "you didn't tell us you had a new bf!" (Totally NOT paraphrasing that).

The fucked up stalker/victim pairing is SUCH good tea

And then he tries to kill him later? Delicious.

7/10 this one's for the toxicity 😏

5. Lux (I had to look up her name)

okay this one loses points because they WANTED me to ship this when we already knew Paige existed

I don't like to be told what to do

I mean, it's ok Beck has two hands(more like eight at this point) I can work with it

loved her jaded perspective turning into hope before she was fridged for male pai- I mean derezzed for reasons relevant to the plot 👀 that was definitely neat

Consider: she is pretty though

4/10 they're both a ten but I'm a bitter bitch so sue me

6. Mara

tbh she's such a cutie and deserves way better than whatever incel shit Zed has going on

no wonder she's in love with Tron/the Renegade (I mean, same) I would beg a superhero to save me from him too

she and Beck have such a good dynamic

would be such a cute friends to lovers pair

can you imagine if she found out her bestie was the renegade she's been visibly/audibly thirsting after? Queen shit.

8/10 This one is actually the least toxic here

7. The rebellion leader whose name escapes me (it's Bartik)

so this guy appears in legacy as the rebel leader at Castor's before getting derezzed five minutes later (shocker there)

this one just kinda leaped into my brain when I binged the show directly after watching Legacy

can you imagine inspiring someone to change sides completely and then become the leader of the very fire you sparked long after you're probably gone? Endlessly romantic.

6/10 I have yet to have a really bad ship tbh

8. Pavel

I hate it, you hate it, we all hate it

But it's still pretty hot

8/10 bitch on bitch violence

9. Zed

Ahaha I hate it

he's way too comfortable with the evil bad guy shit happening around him.

honestly I have no idea why Beck is even friends with him

HOWEVER

jock/loser pairing

Beck CAN AND WILL fix him

3/10 I don't think we can save this one boys

BONUS ROUND:

10. Tesler

LMAO I just thought of this

Why do I love it tho

Something about the Darkseid omega beam hands that make me think weird thoughts

Now I wish I had put this on my tron list

1/10 or 9/10 depending on the day

I really do love that Beck is just the most specialest boy, he's the grid's next top model, he's batman, he's everything. Istg this is a harem anime in disguise and I ship him with everyone.

I can think of at least two programs off the top of my head that I didn't include because I forgot until now, so tell me about your rare pairs, etc. I was thinking about rating Clu's crushes that he handles in a completely normal way next but that might be too much. This is what happens when we have no new content for 10 years.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Pamela Anderson and her love for being loved, just like the love of her life . do you want to know why they’re both like this? And cancer? Tommy Lee Libra, Libra, Libra ♎️ but let’s talk about Libra for a minute .so we know that Tommy Lee is a libra man and could be a big flower and have lots of different multiple girlfriends, for fuck’s sake he was in Mötley Crüe👯‍♀️, they didn’t sit around playing games. Pam was different from the others. He tried to marry. I know he married Heather I believe that he really loved her too. And that she was Pamela Anderson was the one that got away this is why his wife feels threatened by it and I really like his wife, Brittany Furlan…….. she didn’t like the fact that our life was being betrayed on this Disney show and she didn’t have a narrative and she said that none of the people came to her now we don’t know whether that’s true or not,. But I wanna build a romantic story here because that’s what I need to get better again.

Imagine that You’re shy, , I’m being alone is all that you know you’re a celebrity so you do know how to socialise a little bit but not with men who are laughing and seeing as an object, like most men do with Pamela Anderson, they don’t see past it, so this powerful man comes along, let’s remember each of their respective Mars signs match each other his sunshine so the way they go about their selves in their physical energy their bravado their swag their energy of being, he’s gonna have a cancer ♋️ sensitive side which came out because he probably felt it revealing that side of himself to her and in your 20s everything seems amazing in a relationship when you look back , hi vibe with Tommy and she had the confidence and the flirty ability that he, because she has her eyes in me look up woman with their Mars Libra, so energy and how she put herself a coach match each each other not to mention sexually, would then lead to the sex tape of it which Pam had done before, with Brett Michael.

His ex Bobby Brown, who is a Libra too, as is his first wife, second wife if I forgetHeather Locklear anyway.

And Bobbie Jean Brown,. Said that she’d gone to the same lake with the year before where the thing the tape was filmed and she thought they were fine together., but you have that one person in your life that you would love like no other I truly believe, and they were in their 20s early 30s, time to put your feet on the ground at those ages.

His cancer made him very his cancer made him very emotional and very volatile. I think his mother might be in the seventh house. This would make him a Capricorn rising which could be the case because he’s too skinny with good bone struct. Also if he’s attracting more in his south node, and Libra or North node, or even has seven house making him an Aries rising, sense of his head, his hair and his temper.

He had two women with strong Libra energy? Something that attracted. Sagittarius moon 🌑 in him made him very lively vivacious, Venus being in fall in Scorpio, making someone possessive lover with dark undertones anything with Scorpio is not for the week, who don’t have Scorpio and they don’t get it and what overnight with everybody who has that twin flame relationship, strong Scorpio theme of that connection you are the other half of me you are my soul. You are my spirit. You’re my everything my reason to breathe, there is Eva self node in Scorpio ,moon and Scorpio., in the house chart ruler in Scorpio, in the sign of ♏️.

Hey, some example of people who had that hook up going on

, Sid and Nancy

Kurt and Courtney

Bob and Whitney

Anita and Keith Richard

. And possibly a few others, if you think of Bob Marley, who is a Scorpio man with one of his wife either Cindy or Rita, there’s going to be that connection, Scorpio rules over intensity, emotional breakthrough emotional, possessive angry 😡, this is someone I own that kind of vibe this is why it’s so hard to break away from a relationship like, Pluto aspects or Mars aspects is going to make it very hard for you to cut this, even Neptune and Saturn.

Unfortunately, as we get older, you let go of a dream, believe as you’ve had this will always have hope over anything and we’ve seen it with people get back together years, even though they broke up Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, but Ashanti and Nelly? We are having a baby together., be aware that these are twin flame aspects and they are going to take over your life if you like that kind of vibe and that relationship that’s fine. I know I do .

[kumezyzo]

we’ve had dad!george and dad!nap,, could we get some dad!dream?

i had such a shitty day so this is my therapy.

anyway, enjoy. or dont :) m.list

bf!dream who thinks youre joking when you bring up the idea that you're pregnant. but when he realizes your not, he freezes.

"im pregnant," you say as you step into his office, standing there awkwardly. your boyfriend laughs at you, going back to scrolling on his phone. when you stay silent, he looks up at you shaking in the doorway. he studies you for a second, feeling his heart drop.

"you're joking, right?" he asked, setting his phone down. you shook your head and pleadingly looked at him. he stood up and walked over to you, tilting your chin up to look at you better.

you tried to to inhale deeply but it became shaky the longer you stood there. your boyfriend brought you in for a hug, trying to take in the news for himself.

bf!dream who does everything in his power to hide your pregnancy from the public until your ready or far enough in your pregnancy.

"you sure you want me to post it?" he asked you, laying his head on your chest and rubbing your bump. in his other hand, his phone that displayed the final step of an instagram post. the first picture was of your most recent ultrasound and the other ones of you through your pregnancy.

"yeah," you shrugged and rested your head on the fluffy hair on his head. "might as well, im almost due. its getting harder for me to hide this. just post it, baby."

bf!dream who feels it finally sink in when you find out youre having a girl. he starts thinking about how she'll be a mix of both of you and hopes that she looks more like you.

bf!dream who thinks its so cute and funny when you waddle around the house, trying to navigate the world with a child growing inside of you.

bf!dream who, unprovoked, kisses your belly and is always touching it. he likes to love on you and the baby as much as he can. he will cuddle you and make sure your as comfortable as you can be.

bf!dream who will most likely run out to get you what you're craving. if its midnight and you're restless, he'll easily get you to go back to sleep and convince you to wait until morning--when he can actually get you what you need.

bf!dream who is as calm as he can be when you go into labour. he tries to calm you down as much as possible by taking on most of the paperwork and getting everything else situated.

bf!dream who cries so much when he gets to hold your little girl for the first time. in that moment he vows to her, even if its in his mind, that he will do everything in his power to give her the best life possible.

bf!dream who loves doing skin-to-skin contact with her as much as he can in the first few weeks. and you like watching it.

bf!dream who will fall asleep with your baby in his arms in an attempt to rock her to sleep. you end up with enough pictures and videos to last a lifetime.

bf!dream who refuses to let you get up in the middle of the night to attend to your crying newborn unless he is too tired to even move.

im kinda angry rn but im not quite sure why.... maybe its cause i got a new phone and the entirety of my camera roll is way too large to transfer... or maybe its cause i interacted with some shitty people today. i also had to delete 30,000 messages of just one persons contact alone in order to transfer other stuff and it was my ex-best friend and it made me really sad to see the messages of him telling me he loved me. and i saw him again today.... so that might be it...

regardless, im not in the best mood so this isnt very long or detailed. yea, i hope you guys enjoyed or whatever. -nony

[aravas-writing]

Because I feel a little better and need it out of my system:

A funnyman's recap of Blue Archive

Volume 1 Chapter 2

V1 is not that long, especially in comparison to the others. But hey, it was just the first volume, after all.

So, we got Hoshino resigning and everyone is bummed out about it. Sensei finds her and asks her about that.

She tells him the story of the student council president before her at Abydos, Yume. Despite all the bullshit, she tried her best and was always smiling.

Yume...isn't around anymore. As we find out later, Hoshino found her dead body between the dunes. It's Yume's riot shield she is using. To the last, Yume believed that Abydos could be saved while Hoshino grew more and more cynical about it.

The player, through a recap done by Ako and Hina, learns that Hoshino used to be a troublemaker, a firebrand. How she mellowed out so much is a mystery to them

Hoshino admits that Sensei is the first adult she ever trusted. How she didn't think they would be of any use when they first came to Abydos, because adults were useless to her, but Sensei has grown on her.

She fakes returning, but clears her position for good once Kaiser starts twisting her arm. They get really asshole about it, too, by randomly jacking up the interest rate because Abydos didn't want their deal.

This, Hoshino does end up striking a deal, only to get faked out and imprisoned, to be used in some experiment. Though not by Kaiser, but by someone else.

Black Suit

Member of shadow organisation "Gematria"

Considers Sensei an equal, yet enigmatic individual

Is the first person that made me go "what the FUCK is going on behind the scenes?!"

Oddly affable, graceful even in defeat

Gets jokingly shipped with Sensei

It is through Sensei's first talk to him, in regards to Kaiser's fuck shit and Hoshinos kidnapping, that Sensei shows his adult card. A powerful item that saps Sensei's life force for immense power

It's just about the dopest description I've heard so far for a fucking credit card you use to roll the gacha

Anyway, Black suit is a fair sport and tells Sensei that Kaiser wants Abydos because of a treasure in the desert. Gematria fed them that info, so now they seek it intensely and at great cost.

Naturally, Hoshino is heavily guarded and Sensei's options are limited. So, they organise an assault with the four remaining girls and calls for aid from a certain girl.

You see, I committed a cardinal sin last time. I omitted a severe detail due to forgetfulness. You see, as the crew was scouting out Kaiser back in chapter 1 for a bank heist, they encountered someone running through the black market district. Someone very crucial to this part of the story and someone incredibly important to the further story.

Ajitani Hifumi

Babbi

Look at her

Adorable

She considers herself a average girl

Collects merchandise from the kids show "Peroro Friends"

Peroro superfan, that freaky chicken is even her ex skill

Gets roped into minor shenanigans, bonds with Abydos girls

Comes in clutch with a paper bag on her head, calling herself "Faust of the Masked Swimsuit Gang"

Modified Enfield Assault Rifle "My Necessity"

Hifumi is the one Sensei contacts for help, as she has a surprising connection to one of the higher-ups at her school. Said bigwig tells Sensei in no uncertain terms that they intend to cash in on the favour they owe Trinity with this.

And then they rain down artillery on Kaiser positions.

Brilliance.

Problem Silver also gets involved, with Haruka giggling menacingly before blowing through enemy ranks and Mutsuki going feral over people annoying "glasses girl" (Ayane)

Look at these pics from the summer event. Ayane is very adorable, so I can understand Mutsuki fully.

Hoshino gets freed, hope against hope, and she realises that Abydos is her home and will remain her home. Simply because those dearest to her are all there, waiting for her.

All is well that ends well, as Kaiser takes a hit, makes concessions to Abydos and the head of the Loans department flees in disgrace as the Media has a field day with all the info that got leaked.

Still, something great and terrible is on the horizon already...

[the-casual-cheesecake]

WHAT A GREAT QUESTION, ANON! I have been wildly (and uncharacteristically for me, an ex omegaverse hater) obsessed with omegaverse Exos since I got into Exo, and my thoughts on them recently changed drastically, so what good timing you have! 

I’ll first start with saying that I don’t like betas, and never include them in any thoughts about omegaverse. I just think they’re boring– though I do have friends who have managed to make them VERY interesting; I just think I don’t have anything insightful or interesting to say about them myself.

And for a second note, I think it’s important to describe what I think omegaverse is for really: because it has many meanings that change based on who’s writing in it. For me, omegaverse makes most sense as a formalization of power dynamics. One could make the argument that it’s inherently kinky (and in fact, I do). It’s less about inherent sexuality OR gender, and more about inherent power structures and how someone could play with them. This is not to say that interesting discussions can’t happen in omegaverse about sexuality or gender– because they absolutely can and do, but I think mostly, it’s about biological power, in a way that our actual society thinks exists and tries to enforce (violently and forcefully), that is actually made real via omegaverse.

For the Fandom Olds among us, this interpretation would not come as a surprise, considering omegaverse took the place of BDSM AUs in fandom!

A third note, all of my omegaverse content always and forever will be poly! Poly packs 5eva!!! 

ANYWAY, EXOS!

[vibrates] they are pack, your honor… 

Pack alpha: Minseok

Alphas: Junmyeon, Jongdae, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo

Omegas: Yixing, Baekhyun, Jongin, Sehunnie

Minseok:

As the oldest, and from the fact that Minseok in canon refused to be Exo-M’s leader, it just makes so much sense for him to be the pack alpha but not the band leader. He has the character of a supervisor dom. He’s not involved with everyone in the band and entangled with them– because, frankly, they are too loud and too messy, and he has no energy to deal with so many people needing his attention and involvement. But he is a steady presence that they can all depend on. He listens to their problems and pets them about them. He scruffs the alphas into place when necessary (and reassures them that even if they fuck up, he’ll be there to help), and spends time with the omegas when they need him, and makes sure that their needs are taken care of and that they don’t feel too lost in the pack. 

I’m pretty sure that even in omegaverse, Minseok is queer, and he probably prefers alphas to omegas; less mess, and more satisfaction in bringing them to heel.

Naturally, the person he’s closest to in the pack is Jongdae, this is canon in any and all universes. They’re the gossip husbands, drinking late at night and talking about the rest of the band like two intensely invested aunties, but being steady and gentle with the others the rest of the time. They probably sleep together, but they’re definitely not monogamous, and as in canon, probably are both aware that Jongdae would actually like to settle down with a mate at some point.

Minseok spends the omegas’ heats with them if they want him to, as do all the alphas– because the Exos are all very very busy and alternate being with the omegas depending on their schedules. His favorite is probably Sehunnie though, because Sehun is whiny but pliant and obedient in heat; the rest are complicated (will get to them!)

Junmyeon:

I imagine him to be as neurotic in omegaverse as he is in canon. He’s a sadist and is terrified of this fact. He takes his job as leader so seriously that it fucks with his head and makes him make very strange personal decisions. He’s an alpha and a dom, but the fact that he’s so scared of his sadism makes him show his belly to his pack and try so hard to be gentle and soft that the overcorrection makes him seem awkward instead. 

I think, if I were to transplant canon onto omegaverse, that Junmyeon did not overcorrect so hard until a while after debut; because at first he would punish the Exos for mistakes as harshly as a supervisor, and oooof that probably gave him such a headrush that it turned into kink for him IMMEDIATELY.

Junmeon is Like This in canon really, so what makes omegaverse so much worse for him is that it formalizes all the power dynamics in head in a way that makes it so easy to take advantage of. And he is so convinced the sadism makes him a bad person, that having omegas begging for him in heat, crying and in pain without him even having to do a single thing to them except be there, simply would take him to pieces. Just imagine canon Junmyeon with the power to bite someone and claim them biologically forever… the man wrote the Exos’ names on his damn body, he would lose his fucking mind!!!

Anyway, I think therefore, that Junmyeon is terrified MOST of Baekhyun and Yixing, the resident omega masochists in the band– and to an extent, Chanyeol, who is a masochist but not omega. So, I would imagine him being SO WEIRD with all three of them. Too strict and mean to Chanyeol, and so wary as to almost be avoidant of Yixing, and strangely both overprotective and overconfident in Baekhyun.

Hilariously, he and Sehun click very comfortably, because Sehun isn’t a masochist or a sub. He’s just very into being indulged and having things done for him and to him, and it makes him vibe enough like a sub that it’s hot, but not enough to terrify Junmyeon or cause him to have intense sadistic emotion about Sehun. This also means they’re not super compatible actually lmao, they’re just comfortable enough that they stick together.

I think Junmyeon and Minseok have an interesting relationship, where Minseok would like to be hyung and head alpha for Junmyeon but Junmyeon is too weird about being perceived to be submitting to anyone that whenever Minseok tries to support him, Junymeon just pretends to be Fine™ harder.

Generally though, Junmyeon is a good leader. He’s incredibly competent when it comes to the band’s relationships with management, and he’s incredibly protective and invested in the wellbeing of his pack members. All of his weirdness sort of impacts him internally, but it works to present him the way he desires his image to be externally.

Yixing:

[vibrates] He… the baby… 

He’s an omega and a sub. He came into the band with much Trauma™ (familial, as in canon D: ), which made him need so much affection and love that it makes him seem hungry. He pushes himself so hard that it makes him ill often, and it makes it difficult to care about him, because to do so means people have to constantly love him and see him be hurt. He doesn’t have the instincts that lets him trust people to catch him if he falls, so he simply always feels that he’s on his own, even if he isn’t.

In omegaverse, he probably has very difficult heats. Trauma and hormone fuckery do not go well together in any universe, so his heats probably fuck with his emotions massively. And the fact that most of his injuries are spine-related, means that his pelvic floor is just fucked, and would mean his heats actually physically hurt!!!! 

The emotional part means that during his heats, he clings so hard to the people next to him to make sure they don’t leave, that he leaves bruises and scratch marks. He probably cries and howls if any of the alphas get up to get him food because he’s scared they’re not coming back and that he’ll be abandoned. He probably wants to be mated and sobs when he isn’t, even though outside of heat he would know it would be a bad idea to mate.

The physical part means he’s in miserable (very unusual) pain throughout.

This makes it a large ordeal to deal with for the pack. Especially considering they are all so tired and so busy and barely have time to rest anyway. And the fact that they have a rotational system for alphas spending time with the in-heat omegas so they don’t miss schedules, which in Yixing’s case simply doesn’t work. 

They do love him, but he’s difficult to help. It stresses everyone out and makes the alphas feels horrible and bad at their jobs.

Yixing probably gets on suppressants at some point and simply never comes off them, especially when he starts spending more time in China without any pack around :( 

Outside of heat, he smells sweet and is comforting to be around. He’s so skin hungry that he’ll always want to cling to a pack member when they’re home, which they are only happy to do. And he’s good at being hyung to the younger members. He’s also massively good at his job as an artist, it just, you know, kills his body oops… TT

Being away from the pack does make everything worse for him, though. It’s a sore subject for Junmyeon and Minseok especially, that they let one of their pack omegas run off that way where they can’t help him at all. It makes everyone sad.

[Cake lies down on the floor] Yeah… Yixing… 

Baekhyun:

He’s an omega, a sub, and a sadist (masochist too, fun combo!) Baekhyun is highly invested in being important to everyone. He wants to be loved so much that he wants to own all the Exos and be owned by all of them, but he’s very aware of how this sounds so he’s just privately insane about this, but publicly all jokey and fun, rather than deeply intense.

The fact that he’s a sadist makes him a strange omega for alphas. So, I bet Baekhyun enjoys being with the omegas most often– bet it almost makes him think he’s like Minseok, and likes omegas more than alphas; but that’s not true. What he really needs is an alpha who would put a hand on his neck and put him in his place but also lets him bite and scratch and be mean to them as well. He needs to sub for his health and well being, but he also needs to feel that it’s safe to sub by being allowed to do horrible things to his alpha/dom and feel like he has power in the relationship. Subbing is so so vulnerable for Baekhyun, it makes him terrified to his bones, but he also wants it really badly.

Anyway, as in canon lmao, Minseok finds Baekhyun too messy and difficult to deal with, so he just flirts and toys with him a little, and probably sleeps with Baekhyun during heats if he’s needed, but doesn’t really let Baekhyun in his bed outside of heat. 

Chanyeol is too vulnerable to deal with Baekhyun’s barbed wire words and pointy claws, he takes it too personally, and Baekhyun has to be careful around him. Though when Baekhyun is careful, they’re good friends, and Baekhyun does enjoy sleeping with him and toying with him a little. 

Sehunnie is probably Baekyun’s go-to for sex outside of heats (points to the unreal amounts of Baekhyun biting Sehun photos in canon.)

Junmyeon and and Baekhyun are insanely compatible but they have no idea. Junmyeon is terrified of being too much and hurting people but if he actually does hurt Baekhyun (sexy), Baekhyun would lose his goddamn mind. Because Baekhyun needs intensity most of all, he needs to feel like his partner is obsessed with him: and Junmyeon is the most intense person in this band.

Kyungsoo and Baekhyun probably have good sex, but Kyungsoo has absolutely no tollerance for Baekhyun trying to exercise power– which is hot! But you know, it doesn’t let Baekhyun relax entirely with him. It’s the same with Jongdae probably, except Jongdae is nicer about it. 

Chanyeol:

He’s an alpha but he’s not interested in holding power over people, it makes him deeply uncomfortable. He’s not a dom, and not a sub, but he does enjoy power games when they’re meant to bring people closer together and build trust. 

He frequently goes through periods of being super insecure about how he presents as an alpha, and trying to be more masc and domineering, but it only ever ends up making him feel worse. And during those periods, he often feels like going to the other alphas for help and support is a weakness and tries to do everything himself, including figuring out his own mental blocks– this almost never works.

He clashes with Junmyeon a lot, because he both wants Junmyeon’s attention and admiration and praise, and wants Junmyeon’s to see him as an alpha and respect his authority, and Junmyeon is, as stated before, WEIRD about power things!!!

Though Minseok knows how to be good to Chanyeol and often compensates where Junmyeon fails. So does Jongdae, though he spent a while not really understanding why Chanyeol is the way he is and why he struggles with the things he struggles with. 

Kyungsoo’s steadiness and assuredness in himself makes him a good friend to Chanyeol. It helps to look to Kyungsoo when Chanyeol is in flux and feels like nothing is static enough to hold onto. 

Sechan are like canon Sechan, naturally. They are weird about power dynamics together in a way that helps both of them. It makes Chanyeol feel at ease that he’s not holding any power via the fact that he’s alpha or hyung over Sehun, and it makes Sehun happy to feel like he holds Chanyeol’s leash and can make him do whatever he wants. What Sehun often wants Chanyeol to do though, is to take care of things for him: take care of food and buying things, and making sure Sehun is comfortable, to fuck Sehun well and not make Sehun do things, and to praise Sehun in front of other people and let Sehun bask in the fact that he’s getting everything he wants. All of this makes Chanyeol feel good and useful and like a good alpha! It’s great! 

Jongdae:

He’s one of the people I hesitated for a very long time before assigning an omegaverse dynamic to. I eventually settled on alpha because he’s a caretaker and – although subtle– is actually a little bit of a control freak. He also finds too much contentment in, for example, calming Baekhyun down and making him behave, for him not to be some sort of flavor of dom. 

He and Minseok fit well together because they both respect hierarchies a lot, and they respect inner pack workings. They also have the same casual but firm way that they approach their own internal moral compasses. They’re both stubborn and hard to convince to change, which makes them both comfortable, considering they are also both very influential and find it easy to change other people just by being around. They make each other feel safe to exercise the full breadth of their inherent power without the threat that this would affect the other in any way.

The fact that they are both doms, however, makes them incompatible long-term as sexual and romantic partners, even though they adore each other and probably do sleep together often. It’s a fact they are both aware of– though I am unsure if they both feel the axact same way about it. I change my mind often about this. Is Minseok sadder than Jongdae about this? Are they both just Fine? Don’t know. I’m not a Xiuchenist for real, but I do believe in them! So, I find myself thinking about this often. 

Jongdae, like Minseok, finds Baekhyun too much to deal with. But he finds Junmyeon funny and gets less stressed out about the fact that Junmyeon won’t let him help than Minseok does. Because Jongdae isn’t the pack leader and he’s younger, he finds it easier to insert himself into Junmyeon’s business and meddle sometimes, without stepping to hard on Junmyeon’s toes. 

He is soft with Yixing, and is sad for him, but Jongdae is very strict with himself about things which he cannot change, so he doesn’t let himself dwell on this often. 

It took him a few years to understand Chanyeol’s little neuroses but he did eventually, so now he knows how to care for Chanyeol and that satisfies him greatly.

He’s generally very gentle and full of advice and pets for all younger and older pack members.

He has a stroke of sadism in him, but it’s not consuming like Junmyeon’s is, and he’s Normal about it. It’s very to do with sex for him, rather than his personality.

Kyungsoo:

He’s an alpha, and he’s possessive as fuck. He’s also a very sensible person, and has decided very early on that he will not be getting romantically involved with any of his members because they’re all insane and they’ll drive him out of his mind if he wants to go full possessive alpha on them! 

He does think Jongin is incredibly hot and is very soft with him. He’s also known to be soft with Sehun, though he’d never admit to it. 

He’s a neutral party in the pack, though he has a deep sense of justice and will stand with whoever he thinks is wronged in an argument. 

I don’t have many Ksoo thoughts, he gives me a headache, his personality is impenetrable! Sorry 🙈

Jongin:

You might have noticed I’ve not spoken much about him with the other members, and that’s because I firmly believe that, while he is a part of this pack, he’s bonded to Taemin. Taemin is his alpha, and they are each other’s persons. Jongin only spends heats with the pack when Taemin is unavailable.

In the Exo pack, Nini is soft and baby. He lounges over the alphas and scents the other omegas and takes care of them. But he’s also stubborn and strong, and because he’s been mated for such a long time, thinks that all the others and their weird relationship problems are so tiring and silly! 

That’s why he gets on with Kyungsoo a lot. Kyungsoo does not have weird relationship problems, because he simply has no messy relationships in the band XD They get to make fun of the others from their little cocoon. 

Nini knows how to depend on the others to help him, and he’s very good at being a stabalizing and sensible influence in the pack.

Him and Taemin make each other so much better, and take care of each other’s needs so well that Nini effectively doesn’t need a pack. They just add to his life and he adores them. It makes him a very steady presence.

Sehun:

He effectively takes the role of a pack omega but not because he needs it, because the pack does. It’s good for them to have someone they can spoil and love this way. He gives them the opportunity of all feeling like they get to take care of him and be good for the pack by doing so; and by doing so, he gets to comfort them and take care of them without them feeling like they’re asking for care. 

Sehun has large emotions about the pack, he needs all of them, and feels like they all need each other. He’s mostly quiet about it, though, he’s not a words person. He just flops in someone’s lap when he’s having emotions.

As in canon, he’s been in love with Chanyeol for years, but it takes them an insanely long time to work out what they are to each other. This lands Sehun in Junmyeon and Baekhyun’s beds often. 

He’s an omega, but not a sub or a dom. Like Chanyeol, he enjoys toying with power dynamics broadcast trust. Though he would melt into the center of the earth if Chanyeol bit him and mated him. And he would die if Chanyeol had a collar on and let himself be ordered around by Sehun. It’s all very deeply unusual and not standard bdsm XD 

I feel like I talked about Sehun’s relationships with the other members throughout the answer above, so I won’t repeat them here! 

Anyway… wow that was long. Anon, I am so sorry if this is way more than you expected!!! I hope you enjoy it regardless!!!!!!!! I have many thoughts about this, clearly! XD 

[daimyosprincess]

fym the librarian isn't counted it's literally us like 🙄 anyways ship game gimme 14 18 19 27 and 48!!! RIGHT NEOW!! (also maybe add a little 50 for angst 👀)

Ship ask game

Lmfaoooo 😂😂

It makes me so soft to know you guys wanna hear more about Professor Boba and his princess jgslkdjsklgjs anyways here we go

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Boba is a more private person by nature so he doesn't do overly much in the ways of public displays of affection, saving those for more private times and places while she's more comfortable with PDA but respects Boba's boundaries and doesn't force him to show more than he's willing. He does encourage to voice her wants and needs freely and trusts her to respects his comfort, so if she asks to hold hands or have a kiss in public he'll almost always give it to her

(also I must add that although it's not really PDA but Boba absolutely keeps a hand on his girl's thigh at pretty much all times when he's driving with her in the car 🥴)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Oh hoo boy if she's not feeling well because she's sick/on her period/having an off day it is absolute princess queen goddess treatment because he cannot stand knowing his babygirl is even the slightest bit uncomfortable (unless she wants to be 😈). If he can't be physically with her, it's phone calls and messages and making sure she has everything she needs as best he can. If he is able to be with her then he is, stopping by between his classes to bring her soup or meds and making sure she doesn't lift a finger. If she's having cramps, he's more than happy to be her personal heating pad, letting her snuggle up against him while he rubs her back.

Miss princess is just as astounded by Boba's superhuman immune system (how is the man never sick??) as she is frustrated at his tendency to put aside his own comfort to power through whatever task he's set before himself, whether that be staying up too late grading papers or not taking it easy at the gym when his knee is giving him trouble. She usually resorts to threatening him with such punishments as not sleeping until he does or putting Fennec on his case, but if she's really concerned about him she'll sit him down to talk about things.

(I have some plans to write a little something about princess taking care of her professor in Volume II of Ex Libris 🤭)

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Ok listen I am going insane over the thought of library princess making like a lil friendship bracelet type thing during like a library program or something and giving to Boba just to be cute then her realizing that he's been wearing it every day since dkgjaljggajg

Now since our beloved princess is a reader insert she doesn't have a body size so I can't say she would be able to wear any of Boba's clothes (so it's up to you my lovely readers!) but in a future Ex Libris chapter Boba is going to give her his class ring to wear on a necklace 😭

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

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48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

So far, both of them have just been enjoying their relationship with no real expectations for the future (marriage, kids, etc.) but the way they're building their relationship easily leaves it open to those type of discussions.

Now when the topic of the future does come up and Boba tries to pull the old man card ("don't waste the rest of your life on an old man, princess") just know that she fucks him six ways from Sunday until he gets it through his head that she's not going anywhere without him 😌

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

@baufraus how dare you bring up angst in a house that enjoys angst (with a happy ending sksksk)?!?!!?

With the strong foundation that the two of them have set, I don't think there's a lot that could break the two apart. Both Boba and princess value and have made communication a cornerstone of their relationship inside and outside the bedroom so if there's something that could possibly be relationship ending, they would do their best to talk about it and figure it out before it gets to that point.

NOW for the true angst: what if for some reason they did break up???? Boba is shutting down internally, just completely closing himself off to any emotion. He's throwing himself into his work and won't see the light of day unless Fennec yanks him out of his office by his collar. He'll carry on but in black and white, without the joyful color his feisty babygirl brought to his life--no more flowers on his dining room table, no more kisses stolen before class, no more laughter snuggled under sheets.

BUT that's never going to happen because library princess is never going to give her man up without the fight of a lifetime 💖

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(my memory is awful so sorry if i sent this already but) I was curious how Rei and Tsurugi feel about IRL Mikado and Teruya being a couple and by extension their thoughts on the kiddos in your little Terukado Au (6.5 cast thiughts would be cool too but idk if any of them would care much about that?)

Fun fact: my power went out while I was answering this ask. Don't worry, it only lasted for, like, a couple of minutes. I'm just annoyed that I lost what I already written down. </3

(Also, mood on the bad memory thing, I forget stuff all the time. But I never got another ask about this, so I think you're good.)

Anyways, back to the question:

Rei Mekaru

Tbh, Rei and Tsurugi were completely oblivious to Teruya and IRLkado's relationship for the most part. Not because they wouldn't be able to put two and two together. In fact, they'd be on their ass the moment they get any kind of context clue about what's going on between them. But because they're too busy with their own problems to deal with (usually work), they don't realize the romantic subplot happening in the background, and frankly, Teruya and IRLKado had been trying to keep their relationship a secret in the first place. They knew they'd get into a whole lot of trouble if someone catches them in the act due to IRLkado being a(n ex-)criminal and Teruya working for the Kisaragi Foundation as Head of the Treasury Division, so they kept it on the downlow unless they were home alone and had some privacy. It wouldn't be professional for them to do any PDA during work anyways, so they're able to slip under their radar without much issue.

(Plus I think it'd be funny that the two smartest people in this survivor trio literally just suck at recognizing a romantic relationship. They may be book smart but when it comes to the matters of the heart, they tend to flop pretty badly in their own ways.)

Rei is getting better, though, through her friendship with Teruya. Over the years, he's been able to bring out a more softer side of Rei through his kindness and his own hardwork in his respective field, so he ends up getting her respect for his skills as a merchant. Which helps break down her walls a bit and allows herself to get close to him, especially when he accepts her flaws and cares for her. She cares for Teruya and starts paying a little more attention to him...which is when she starts seeing the signs of Teruya getting a little too attached to IRLkado. She warns him to not get close to him at risk of getting betrayed, but while Teruya acknowledges her warnings, even saying that he tries to remind himself of his criminal record to make sure he doesn't have any rose-tinted glasses to their friendship, it's obvious that he's still showing a bit of affection to IRLkado against his better judgment.

This eventually culminates into Rei visiting Teruya while they were at home and the two of them desperately trying to keep their relationship on the downlow. At first, things were fine and Rei and IRLkado are decently amicable, if only for Teruya's sake and keeping the peace in general. But when she comes back from a bathroom break, she walks in on Teruya and IRLkado sneaking a few kisses in the kitchen. And then the pieces of why they seem strangely close to each other over the last few years click in place. To say Rei was livid would be an understatement.

Teruya, knowing full well that he is in the wrong for going behind their backs to be in a secret relationship with IRLkado, their very enemy that they're forced to work with thanks to Kinjo's philosophy of using evil to destroy evil, begs Rei not to tell anyone. If anyone knows about this, if Tsurugi knows about this, he'd toss IRLkado back into his cell and he doesn't want that for him. But Rei tells Teruya that he's being a goddamn idiot for allowing this to happen, only setting himself up to get hurt by opening his heart to a dangerous and manipulative criminal like IRLkado. When Teruya tries to tell her that he's being a better person now, Rei does NOT believe him and turns her ire onto IRLkado, questioning if he even cares about Teruya's feelings, let alone reciprocate them the same way he does, or if he's just using Teruya. IRLkado, who had been quiet up to this point as he's processing the possible consequences this reveal would have in the near future, fumbles as he tries to explain how he feels about Teruya. That he's been really kind to him even when they were enemies, patient with him when he's at his worse, and comforting when he needed it. That he's just so...grateful to him that he has given him the opportunity to be better and gave him the experiences through their work and missions to realize...a lot of shit he needed to unpack about himself and the damage he's done to everyone he's ever met and wronged. He won't pretend that he didn't fully understand what Teruya meant when he accidentally confessed to him that day, but he chose to give this relationship a shot to understand his own feelings for Teruya as he kept feeling warm and fuzzy around him. It was sweet, it was tough, and there have been plenty of rough patches they've been put through together as they tried to navigate their relationship. But it helped him realize that he, well...he felt the same way about Teruya. Even when he's still trying to figure out the kind of future he wants to pursue, he's...trying. He trying really hard to understand himself better, and therapy has been one hell of an eye-opener to say the least. By the end, IRLkado just quietly begs her to not separate them, to not put him back in his cell. If not for him then for Teruya.

Rei...is actually stunned to see IRLkado act this way. While he has been cooperative for their missions, especially when it turned out that AIkado has betrayed and tried to kill him, he has never really showed remorse for his past actions. He's aware that what he did was wrong but he always had this look in his eyes that he wouldn't go back and fix things. That he's content with his actions so long as he gets what he wants in the end (finding/reviving Utsuro). That he would never change his ways. But looking at him now, with how worried and meek he was at the thought of losing what he has with Teruya, she's...conflicted. Conflicted on how genuine he seems, even when she fully knows that he could be faking it all and trying to manipulate the both of them. She goes to accuse him of such, but that's when Teruya steps in and pulls her away for a more one-on-one conversation between them. He apologizes for going behind her back again as he knew the risks of dating someone like IRLkado, but also admits that he's been really happy with him and has seen IRLkado improve himself over the course of their relationship. Not just for Teruya, but for himself, too. All he asks is for her to keep quiet about their relationship since things are..."fragile" for IRLkado, and if he loses the chance to be a better person through punishment, he might double down on his behavior and never become the person he should be. Rei says that if he's going to double down, that would only prove that he was never going to be a good person, but Teruya pushes back, saying that that's what he meant by "fragile." IRLkado is still processing what to do with himself and who he wants to be, staring through what could be his future beyond the door if he chooses redemption. And if they slam the door on his face just when he decides to step through it, it'll only strengthen his worldview on give or take. That the only way to survive is to use others until there's nothing left and then discard them once they've outlived their usefulness. That's the kind of place IRLkado is in right now, that his sense of self and beliefs are too wishy-washy for him to have the resolve to be good no matter what. He needs a chance to be better and have the time to gather the strength to be good, and if Teruya is the only one that's willing to give it to him, then so be it. He just...He just wants Rei to give him the chance to help IRLkado. Even if she doesn't trust him, she trusts Teruya to do the right thing...right? Rei pauses, quietly thinking it over.

"...And if this backfires?" She asks, genuine as she looks at Mikado waiting in the kitchen. Their eyes nearly meet, but he looks away like he wants to shrink under her gaze. Teruya takes his time to come up with a response.

"...Then I take full responsibility for whatever happens next."

Rei pinches the bridge of her nose, knowing full well that this is a horrible idea that can have dire consequences. But she's become soft, too soft, around Teruya and simply says that she needs to think about this before leaving. It takes days of thinking, of keeping an eye on IRLkado's progress and his therapy sessions (which she's not allowed to look into for obvious privacy reasons but it drives her crazy that IRLkado is actually going to therapy), and trying to understand Teruya's POV that she finally relents and calls him. She tells Teruya very clearly that she does NOT agree with his thoughts on IRLkado as it can be a pretty dangerous way of thinking when that person has already proven themselves to be a threat, but she does trust him and will keep quiet for the time being. Teruya, who has been a nervous-wreck ever since that day, ecstatically thanks her and says that he'll do his best to help IRLkado reform! Rei just tells him to be careful and to not let his relationship cloud his judgment, which he reassures her that he'll keep that in mind as their conversation shifts into something more casual and friendlier. When the call ends, Rei just sits there, wondering if she made the right decision.

Spoiler alert: she did, as by the time the Utsuroshima Killing Game happens, IRLkado has gotten his shit together and fully intends to stop AIkado for good. He still wants revenge, but his motivations have shifted to one that leans more towards justice and to prevent even more harm coming to fruition from his own actions. Sadly, they weren't able to stop the game from starting and Teruya gets stuck in there before getting killed by AIkado, which just breaks BOTH of their hearts in the process. To make matters worse, not only did it turn out that Kinjo fucking lied to them and used them as bait, he also hired the same fucking guy that nearly killed IRLkado as a double agent. To say both of them are PISSED would be an understatement and they kind just gang up on Kinjo until IRLkado is forced away from him by Keisuke. Meanwhile, Syobai is baffled that he actually missed a spot check when he tried to kill IRLkado, and Sora (through her out-of-body experience) is confused as fuck to see Mikado(???) with the Kisaragi Foundation, alongside the rest of the survivors. Chapter 6 happens, yadda yadda yadda, IRLkado does his backup plan of reuploading backups of the avatars into everyone's bodies with a bit of luck (thanks Sora and Yuki), and everyone survives! Hooray! Just one condition: everyone is still in a coma, but the fact that their brains are active means that they'll wake up with a bit of time. So the Kisaragi Foundation transfers everyone back to base while Yuki disappears as he does not trust Kinjo period (and I don't blame him tbh). After this, IRLkado keeps doing his best to do good, even without Teruya around to keep him "in check," and does his part to help. Both he and Rei actually end up spending a lot of time together due to her promise to get Sora out of whatever remains of the Neo World Program, working together to gather data and the means to transfer her out without getting AIkado and AI!Utsuro in the mix. She's surprised to find out that IRLkado doesn't really want Utsuro back anymore but he tells her that he no longer wants his life to revolve around him, not after everything he (and thus, AIkado) has done to reach that point. It's...It's not worth it, not anymore. Not when it hurt the ones closest to him. He can't take back what he's already done, but if he can right his wrongs, then all the more reason for him to help than to double down on what he's done.

This makes Rei realize that, despite everything that's happened, Teruya has been proven right. That IRLkado can change and do better, now that he had made that choice for himself and has the resolve to stick to it. And Rei sighs, wondering how they ever landed themselves a wonderful friend like him. IRLkado just shrugs, saying that it's less about fate, and more about luck, really. After that, they spend a lot of time bonding as they work and just keeping each other in check due to the trauma of the Utsuroshima Killing game: IRLkado keeping Rei from abusing her alcoholism, and Rei keeping him from, uh, hurting himself, among other things. Listen, coming face to face with an AI version of yourself that is more or less "you" and that you can see yourself taking the very actions "he's" done would fuck up your self-esteem now that you're committing yourself to a redemption arc. They also just bond over their mutual hatred over Kinjo.

By the time Teruya awakens and they have their scripted falling out with Kinjo, Rei and Teruya just hang out together as he recovers from...well, everything that happened from the Utsuroshima Killing game. They're bonding over the shit Kinjo has put them through over the years and Teruya laments the many times he's given him a second chance and how he proceeded to push and break them every single time. Rei just lets him do most of the venting as it's become clear to her that he's been bottling up most of his frustrations over the years and is kinda kicking herself for not giving him more support when he's been nothing but supportive of her all this time. She apologizes for not being a better friend to him, and Teruya almost brushes it away before pausing and decided to forgive her for it. He knows that unlike Kinjo, she's trying, and while she may not always catch herself making mistakes or struggle to show support due to her own inexperience in friendships, he appreciates the effort whenever she meets him halfway. Rei still wants to be better for him, and tells him that she'll show more support and care from now on...especially since he's found himself a partner he can rely on. This surprises Teruya as he didn't expect her to change her opinion on IRLkado, but she simply says that she had a lot of one-on-one time with him and decided that he is a better person, and has fully come around to Teruya's relationship with him. Doesn't stop her from giving him a jab about how he can do so much better than Mikado Sannoji, but she knows he won't change his mind at this point since they've clearly reaffirmed their love for one another. Teruya smacks her arm, and just like that, they've become closer than ever.

This is basically her feelings on IRL Sannotori/IRL Terukado: initially angry but reluctant before coming around to accepting and even taking jabs about it to them. Rei gets to be Teruya's Maid of Honor during their wedding, and gets to meet their first son, Shinra. Rei's not that good with kids in general but she usually shows her softer side around them, although she's definitely the stricter kind of role model to them. Shinra grows to like Rei and likes to learn a lot from her, and Rei, in turn, likes Shinra for how good of a student he is. Of course, when his gremlin side becomes more apparent, he starts being a little shit and likes to mess with her, much to her annoyance. She cares for him but he also drives her insane sometimes, which Teruya and IRLkado are both apologetic for as they try to keep Shinra in line. Eiki isn't that good with school so he tends to bud heads with Rei as she hunts him down whenever Teruya asks her to help tutor him, which results in Eiki trying to avoid Auntie Rei every chance he gets. Hisano is pretty much the golden student since she stays out of trouble and is good at learning, but she's clearly a lot more lost on what to do with her future unlike the rest of her siblings (minus Moriko, who is still a child). Rei is trying to help her find something to do as she claims it's easier to have a set goal in your life, but it's obvious that her advice isn't really sticking with her. Ryo, on the other hand, is a full-on delinquent that has a lot of issues with her birth parents, something that Rei relates to a lot but finds it frustrating that she's risking her own future by neglecting her studies. And unfortunately, since Rei is very no-nonsense and still pretty mean and Ryo is a hot-head that hates authority, they tend to clash so much that Teruya has to intervene and keep them from fighting each other. Moriko is a literal child, so Rei is naturally softer around her and she's often asked to tutor her as she's willing to adapt her teaching to help Moriko learn at her own pace due to her autism. She's more suited to older students like in a university setting but the fact that she tries to help Moriko learn the material shows that she cares about her, which helps Ryo understand her a bit better since she's closest with Moriko. Rei cares about all these kids, and is glad to see them grow up healthy under Teruya and IRLkado's care. She was initially concerned about IRLkado and how well he'd be a parent, but over the years her concerns wane as it becomes clear that he loves them very deeply and would do anything to make sure they're happy.

Tsurugi Kinjo

As mentioned before, Kinjo would be completely in the dark about Teruya and IRLkado's relationship. And unlike Rei, who eventually finds out about it, he doesn't know until minutes before his falling out with Teruya. He found out about what he did, using Rei and Teruya as bait to hide his double agent, the very same man that had helped AIkado in trying to revive Utsuro through the killing game. And he is FURIOUS for being betrayed by someone he considers to be his best friend, which results in the two of them arguing in his office. Since everyone lives this time, I think Kinjo would be less remorseful about it and doubles down on his justifications, saying that it all worked out in the end and that it was the only way to stop AIkado. But Teruya isn't having any of it, which tips Kinjo off that something has shifted in their usual dynamic as he starts to tear into him. Teruya goes on about the times he would use their trust in him against them over and over again, about the times he would give them a plan but keep them in the dark about certain details that put them in danger, the times he would abandon them to the criminals and Despairs that threatened their lives and only surviving by the skins of their teeth. And this was no different: Kinjo used Teruya and Rei (and IRLkado) as bait which they took hook, line, and sinker cause they trusted the plan they gave him (not necessarily IRLkado but he didn't have much say in the matter), when they lost contact with Setsuka, instead of sending a search party for clues or even a message she could've left behind, he stops all attempts to find her and essentially abandoned her to Void, all because he made contact with the same hitman that caught her and made a deal with him in secret behind everyone's backs?! Teruya chose to keep quiet about the goddamn money that was taken from their accounts because he trusted him when he said that it was just a backup plan, but it wasn't even that, was it? Sacrificing him and Rei and IRLkado and even Setsuka was always part of the plan, wasn't it? All because he trusted Syobai Hashimoto more than he trusted his own friends. The same hitman that helped set up the killing game, the same hitman that kidnapped all the victims and allowed them get killed, the same hitman that nearly killed his boyfriend because his AI paid him to!

"...Boyfriend?" Did he hear that correctly? Surely, he couldn't have. Teruya would never do that. He would never date their own enemy behind their backs like this. He trusted him that much.

But the way his eyes widen, the grimace on his face...it told him all he had to know. And Rei, who had been witnessing this moment without lifting a single finger, winces like she had known as well.

Teruya Otori...was dating that criminal? And Rei knew?

And he was...narrowing his eyes, his grimace strengthening into a scowl.

"Yes. My boyfriend." Teruya said, doubling down. "My boyfriend, who's waiting for me at home. That boyfriend."

Kinjo grips the arms of his wheelchair.

"You...This is ridiculous, Teruya!" Kinjo yells. And yet, Teruya just stares down at him, clutching his crutches so tightly that they shook. "He's a criminal! He's hurt civilians! He killed you-!"

"Killed?" Teruya...laughs. He had the audacity to laugh at him. And just as quickly as it had come out, he snaps his mouth shut until he bared his teeth at him. "You're right! I was killed! I was killed because Rei didn't have the time to make another escape code for me. I was killed because you chose to use me as bait which put me in that position in the first place. I was killed because Mikado - that Alter Ego - took advantage of my vulnerable state and input a firewall in my avatar, something that had to be destroyed to help the survivors escape that damned killing game, which meant that I had to let myself get murdered by him to give everyone a chance to survive."

"Teruya." Kinjo starts, a warning in his tone. But he could feel the clench in his throat. "Try to understand. Mikado Sannoji is dangerous and probably doesn't care about your feelings! He has the record to prove it! But while I may have chosen to sacrifice you, it was for the greater good. It was to prevent the most casualties-!"

"Greater good? Preventing casualties?" Teruya's crutches pound against the floor as he moves closer to the desk, almost like he was stomping. "Tell me, Kinjo, when Alter Ego came back online and threatened to blow up the island, when Sora lost her ability to make choices on her own, when Yuki pressed that button, what was your plan? To be stuck in those fantasies for the rest of your life as Alter Ego wrecks havoc onto the real world? Cause if that was your plan after sacrificing so many lives, then you sure as hell knew how to make it all worth it."

Silence.

Just pure, stunned silence.

A silence that Kinjo struggled to break. To come up with a rebuttal as his friend glares at him with an anger he hasn't seen in years.

A silence that he was eventually able to break.

"...that's not fair." Kinjo had never sounded so quiet before, so weak, not even to himself. "It's not fair to pin it all on me just because my plan didn't work out."

"...You're right. It isn't." The bright red rage on Teruya's face has simmered down. But the piercing resentment in his eyes never left. "Maybe, just maybe, if you had made different decisions, if you never went behind our backs and used us as bait, if Rei had more time for another code, if I hadn't panicked upon seeing her 'dead body' and tried to escape, then maybe things would have been different. Maybe we would have succeeded. Maybe we would have still failed. Maybe I still would have died for our mission. But you know what?" Teruya leans forward, glowering at him. "'What ifs' mean nothing here. This is the plan you came up with, and this is the result: almost everyone would have died or have been stuck in a fantasy and Alter Ego would have escaped and won. He would have won, if he hadn't made the mistake in believing that Akane Taira's brain dead body had nothing to do with the Divine Luck. The Divine Luck she inherited beyond death and Sora's connection to her brain allowing her to use it when she needed it most. He only lost because Sora was there, not because of you. And you wanna know the funniest thing in this shitshow?"

Kinjo didn't answer.

Teruya answered anyways.

"Mikado Sannoji was the one who killed me."

"But Mikado Sannoji was the one who saved me."

"Not. You."

And with those two final words, Teruya turned around. He moved in his haste, nearly tripping on his way out but managing to right himself before Rei could step in and help. He slams the door, leaving Kinjo to stare at where he once was.

"...He took the words right out of my mouth." Rei said the first words that comes out of her mouth since the start of this whole fight, and Kinjo snapped his head towards her.

"Rei. You can't be serious."

"I am." Rei scowled at him. "And just so you know, you're not taking any of the credit for what Mikado has done for the victims' survival. He may have set off the domino effect with the creation of his Alter Ego, but he's the one that prevented the victims' deaths from being irreversible. So as far as I'm concerned, he's already amending his crimes."

"Rei-"

"Don't talk to me." Rei turns on her heel. "You've proven yourself to be the most unreliable, incompetent, and untrustworthy fool I have ever met in my life. So you're no longer worth my time and effort. And if Teruya keeps his common sense intact, he'd be on the same page as me."

"Rei-!"

She slams the door.

And Tsurugi Kinjo...was left all alone.

...So with that impromptu mini-fic out of the way, Kinjo is left steaming over the fallout. He's still trying to justify his actions to himself, saying that they'll come back after they calm down and talk to him for work. So he waits. He waits for them call, to text him, to send a little note through their work if he has time to spare for a "personal" meeting.

But nothing.

No calls. No texts. Not even a note.

They were still working, Kinjo can see the documents they send over to him for daily check-ins. They're too professional to be petty and outright ignore him when it comes to work. But otherwise, they never reached out to him. Never talked to him. Even when Keisuke awkwardly tells him that they're still hanging out, they're hanging out without him. Like he wasn't...their friend anymore.

But that can't be right. They're his friends. His only friends left. And they promised to stick together. So why...?

Should...he apologize? Apologize for doing his job? Teruya always knew he struggled with difficult decisions in the past and while he always bud heads with her, Rei understood whenever he had to be pragmatic and even agree with him in certain scenarios. So maybe if he just apologized, they'll at least start talking to him again.

But even when he tried to send those texts, they remained untouched. Well, Teruya left him on read, but he leaves no reply. Fine then, he'll just talk to them during the meeting. But when he tries to arrive early, Rei and Teruya weren't there to catch up in person like usual. And when they finally arrived together, there were too many people he was comfortable with to try and apologize so he just started the meeting with the awkward air between them. By the time it finishes, he tries to call out for Rei and Teruya to wait. Rei rolls her eyes while Teruya asked him if there was something wrong with their work. When he says no, though, he turns his back on him and says not to bother him unless it was work-related and leaves with Rei. He watches them go, his confusion slowly turning into realization. It couldn't be. It...couldn't be. Right?

Right?

And yet, when that judge gave it's final verdict for Void, for Mikado Sannoji that had proven himself to be "reformed" through the very work and missions Kinjo has forced upon him, he's left reeling as the very laws he believed would bring justice let him go with such a light sentence. All because he's changed? All because AIkado's crimes were his own and not IRLkado's? All because...he could help so many people under the Foundation's work with his skills?

Tsurugi calls out to Teruya. To understand what was happening before his very eyes. And Teruya...links his arm with IRLkado's and walks right past him, Rei following after him, and Setsuka giving him a condescending wave.

Tsurugi Kinjo...was alone.

He was all alone...because he has destroyed whatever love and trust his friends had in him.

And that's when Tsurugi has his mental breakdown like in that Omake I have yet to read but I have seen those CGs and wow, he is doing horribly, huh.

As for Tsurugi's feelings on the kids...uh, tbh with you, he has never met them. Why? Well, remember when I mentioned that funeral in Shinra's profile? Yeah, that was Tsurugi's. His health has pretty much declined after realizing the ramifications of his own actions and just leaving the Kisaragi Foundation, and with how the blessings of Divine Luck works, Tsurugi's Fortune has pretty much faded to nothing at this point so he would've ended up here sooner or later unless Yuki blessed him again (but I don't think he would've done that considering how he instantly left the scene after he was free, which I think says a lot on how he feels about Tsurugi and the Kisaragi Foundation as a whole). Rei had told Teruya about Tsurugi's declining health from a message she received from Keisuke, and he decides to go visit him while IRLkado stayed home cause haha, ain't no way in hell he's going to see him willingly. But Teruya at least wanted to see him one last time, even if it doesn't go well, and Rei takes him to where he has hidden himself away from the world, which is also where Keisuke is since he had offered to stay with Tsurugi and take care of him. While Rei is making herself at home, she refuses to go see Tsurugi as she has made it clear what her stance on him was last time and is going to stick to that. She's only here for Teruya since this news made him want to see Tsurugi, nothing more. Respecting her wishes, Teruya enters Tsurugi's room and he sits by his bed, where his ex-friend remains. When he talks, he doesn't apologize, not really. But he clearly regrets everything he's done, for he just couldn't see any better options. Teruya figured he hadn't changed too much, even when death is hovering over him. And yet, he still chooses to stay, cause he believes no one deserves to die alone. That's the only kindness he's willing to give him now. Tsurugi doesn't say anything else, silently crying as he knew he didn't really deserve it.

("For what it's worth, I'll miss what could've been. I'll miss what remained of our friendship.")

So, yeah, Tsurugi never got to meet Teruya and IRLkado's kids. But if we bring the Afterlife Theater in this, he's probably sulking in his seat as he watches Teruya and IRLkado happily raise their kids together.

Ryutaro Maki

Since you asked about the 6.5 cast as well, here ya go! We'll go through them in character order, starting with our protag, Ryutaro. The interesting thing about Ryutaro in 6.5 is that he's, like, your average teenage little brother: annoying, but caring and a bit rebellious. And from what little we see of him in SDRA2, he clearly doesn't really agree with Kinjo's attitude but he also doesn't like those that hurt others. And when Keisuke nearly takes the shot at the risk of hitting Midori in the epilogue, Ryutaro is frustrated that Keisuke nearly did that with barely a pause until Midori calms him down by pointing out that there was no right or wrong decision in that moment, he was just trying to do what he thought was right. And it's not like Midori didn't tell him to take the shot anyways. I imagine Ryutaro was still upset about it but he calms down and is clearly confused on what he believes is right and wrong. Especially when two of his closest friends (and one being his crush) are being affected by the split that has happened in the Kisaragi Foundation. He has yet to choose a side between "Hawks," "Doves," and "Neutrals," according to LINUJ and the wiki, but to me, he leans more towards Doves due to his disgust at Kinjo and Keisuke's choices.

With this in mind, I think Ryutaro's feelings on IRLkado would be...confusion and curiosity, mostly. He gets that they have to work with him and is at least willing to give him a chance on that alone, but he still wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him. And yet, Teruya seems weirdly close to him? Like, they're almost never seen without each other but he kinda just chalks it up to IRLkado not being allowed to be alone without a guard. And since a few idiot guards apparently hurt him while he was under the Director's care, it's no wonder Teruya is wary of leaving him alone if it means putting him at risk with some Foundation members that tend to abuse their power. But it's none of his business and he allows IRLkado to hang out with them during the mission, even when Keisuke would rather he be anywhere else but here. And somehow this leads to them??? Forging a bond???? Like, Ryutaro kinda just asks some questions about IRLkado's hobbies and stuff and IRLkado is like, "?? What hobbies?" And Ryutaro is like, "What do you mean you don't have hobbies? I'm getting you a hobby." And introduces him to Smash Bros. and the rest is history.

That being said, don't leave them alone for very long. Turns out that they both lack any sort of restraint together and do some pretty dumb stuff.

Teruya: "What did you do?!"

Mikado, sweating: "In my defense, I was left unsupervised."

Keisuke: "That's why we left Ryutaro with you?!!"

Ryutaro, also sweating: "In my defense, I was also left unsupervised-"

As for how Ryutaro found out about their relationship, he probably suspected it from the start but didn't want to say anything in case he was wrong. He didn't want to cause any trouble for them. And for all he knew, it could've been a really strong friendship, you know? But eventually he accidentally walks in on them kissing after a mission and realized, "OH, they really are dating," and just walks away. Even going as far as to steer Keisuke away cause he knows he would NOT keep this a secret from Kinjo. As long as they were happy and IRLkado isn't going to backstab them, this ain't any of his business. And, as time goes on, it became pretty clear to him that IRLkado has started regretted his past actions and crimes and is working his way to redemption. A goal he respects and supports alongside Teruya.

He just wishes he's not stuck as the third wheel so often.

As for his feelings on the kids, he's either this cool uncle that likes to spoil them whenever he visits, or he prefers not to hang out with them. Not because he doesn't like them but more because kids aren't really his thing? He'd rather hang out with someone his age. Still, if Teruya and IRLkado need a babysitter, Ryutaro is an option. Let's just hope he doesn't burn the house down in his poor attempts at cooking, though. He finds Shinra cool as hell, Eiki talks so much that he struggles to keep up, Hisano is a bit too quiet for his liking, he encourages Ryo's teenage rebellion, and Moriko gives him scary kid vibes like in those horror movies...until she pulls up a normal kids' movie and he realizes she's just Like That.

Midori Yamaguchi

According to LINUJ (a.k.a. the wiki), Midori belongs in the Neutral group, someone who doesn't think either side is right or wrong and would want everyone to try and understand each other's POVs. Or at least keep their wits about each other as they work together. So Midori is probably one of the few people that are actually pretty chill with IRLkado's introduction into the Kisaragi Foundation, although she wouldn't go out of her way to hang out with him since she knows he's still a dangerous criminal. Not until she does some pet sitting for Teruya and IRLkado since they can't always be home to take care of their cat, alongside Minako. (Btw, they have a cat, her name is Hina and she's an American Curl with only three legs due to one of them needing to be amputated due to an infected injury, and these cats have the best ears ever, look at them.) After that, they kind of just have small talk or just vibe whenever they hang out with Ryutaro. They play games, Midori teaches IRLkado how to do braids and such, and they kinda just...chill together. It's a friendship that mostly just develops in the background since they don't really hold much conflict with each other? Midori still holds him accountable for what he's done, but otherwise, she doesn't hold much judgment for him while they hang out and it's very...refreshing for IRLkado amongst a sea of people that would be more than okay if he were to kick the bucket due to his criminal status.

As for Teruya and IRLkado's relationship, again, she's pretty chill about it when she's told. Although she may be a bit of a shipper on deck for them. She's ultimately supportive but would probably set them up on a few dates if she could. She also loves their kids and probably played with them a few times. Depending on her illness and whether or not it's curable, I don't know how long she'd live to see them grow, but I like to think that she at least gets to meet them all once. Or was she just prone to constant sickness? Either way, she helps Shinra relax around doctors, lets Eiki talk to her about his interests, reads with Hisano, tries to steer Ryo away from rebellion (stop it, Ryutaro, stop), and tries to help Moriko with her sewing projects (they don't turn out well, but she's happy with it nonetheless).

Keisuke Iranami

Oh, he's definitely THE MOST against IRLkado being a part of the Kisaragi Foundation, simply because he's in the most agreement with Kinjo's orders as seen in SDRA2. He's supposedly a part of the "Hawks," too, which is the group that sides with Kinjo the most. So I think he'd hate criminals in general and feels pretty bound to the law and the orders he receives. So Keisuke does not trust him in the slightest and wished that Kinjo didn't allow him to work with them. But for the sake of the missions, he tries his best to keep opinions to himself and be amicable for the most part. But IRLkado can definitely tell that he doesn't like him, and frankly, neither does he, and the two of them just have this underlying beef with each other that just grows over time. Teruya is trying his best to mediate between them while Ryutaro is just standing there like, "Wow, this is the most I've ever seen you angry, Keisuke-" Cause IRLkado just brings out a different side to him that the cool-headed and sweet big brother Keisuke Iranami usually doesn't show around others simply because they are people he likes. But around someone he doesn't like? He can be quite cold! Which kinda alienates him from his own friends when sees that the rest of the 6.5 cast + Teruya (and eventually Rei) starts hanging out with IRLkado more and treats him like he's a friend, something he just...doesn't agree with. Especially since he had burned down an orphanage and hurt so many people, all to meet this one guy that was responsible for killing most of the 79th class, including his sister. He just...doesn't like him. Doesn't trust him at all.

And then it's revealed that Teruya and IRLkado have been dating this whole time. It...shocks him, to say the least. He doesn't lash out at Teruya like Kinjo and Rei do at the start, but he does put distance between them because he's struggling to wrap his head around the fact that the same kid that he's grown to see as a little brother, someone that was close to his sister, would fall in love and willingly enter a relationship with someone that had worshipped the very guy that killed Satsuki and traumatized them. So he just...stops talking to Teruya for a long time, following after Kinjo after he has his mental breakdown and taking care of him while he's in hiding as Dr. Ando makes it very clear that he can't be left alone as he is now. Spending those long months helping him and keeping him company gave him a lot to think about, and when Kinjo passes with only Teruya by his side, mostly out of pity for what little remained of their friendship, Keisuke...kinda realizes how much being a "Hawk" has distanced himself from his friends. They haven't really talked all that much lately and the more he spends time with other fellow "Hawks," the more he realized that their ideals seem quite...extreme to the point that he's usually left uncomfortable around them. He still agrees with them for the most part, but...is it really worth it if it means he'll alienate his friends from himself? If it means he'll be unhappy with himself in the long run if he continues to be stubborn? If he'll die (almost) all alone, like Kinjo? These thoughts scares him to the point that he ends up asking Rei for advice, feeling bad that an older brother like him is asking someone that's pretty much the same age as Satsuki. Rei frowns but tells it to him straight: sometimes there's an obvious right and wrong answer, but more often than not, the choices you're given aren't always right. Sometimes it's about choosing which one you consider to be the lesser evils and not everyone is going to agree on that. Even when two humans have similar beliefs, they may make different decisions depending on certain factors they considered. So it's natural to bud heads with other people. The problem comes when you refuse to hold yourself accountable for your own actions and the consequences that come with it. Tsurugi was constantly brushing off their criticisms and repeating his toxic behavior until it blew up in his face and they no longer gave him any more chances. That's why he ended up dying almost all alone: he kept testing his loved one's trust in him until it finally broke and drove them all away. Keisuke hasn't done anything to completely break his friends' trust in him yet (and the one time he risked it was when Yuki intervened so the worse case scenario never played out) and as long as he's willing to listen and talk to them about any kind of issues, he'll probably be fine in the long run. This advice helps Keisuke with his concerns and he thanks her before making some calls to Ryutaro and the others. Frankly, they were more upset that he rarely kept in touch with them while he was away, but they're glad to hear from him again. Relieved that he still has his friends, they all have a long discussion about where they stand and how things have been going on their end.

By the time the wedding happens, Keisuke is there as Ryutaro is probably IRLkado's Best Man (since he's one of his few friends in that support group and God help him with all those responsibilities) and he was invited by him. Things are! Very awkward! Between Keisuke and IRLkado as they barely got along when they were working together. But Keisuke just swallows down his wariness and apologizes for how he treated IRLkado back then, admitting that he didn't trust him, hell he still doesn't, but he's been way too harsh to him in the past among other things. IRLkado also apologizes, but carefully, saying that he understood why he acted the way he did, he was a criminal, after all. It just made it harder for him to be a better person when he was constantly on his case for every little thing. The two end their conversation on a truce, never truly becoming friends due to their different beliefs and history together, but ultimately burying the hatchet for a bit peace between them and the friends they share. As for the kids, Keisuke probably only interacts with them through Teruya and he tries his best to act like a cool uncle as he doesn't want to hurt them just because they're the kids of someone he had past beef with. He's constantly scolding Shinra for his pranks (which only encourages him to do it even more), sharing jokes with Eiki, trying to bond with Hisano but failing due to her interests being the opposite of his (fun and sweet VS horror and terror), keeping Ryo in line, and playing with Moriko as he shows her how to do acrobatics.

Minako Tomori

Minako's feelings on IRLkado were wary but otherwise indifferent. She knew he was a criminal, everyone does, and doesn't go out of her way to greet him. However, she also kinda doesn't care about what he's up to so long as he's not plotting anything that can hurt others, which means that she's a little bit more willing to have a conversation with him if it strikes her. It isn't until after she becomes a pet sitter that she extends an olive branch to him and the two of them start being friendly with one another. She's not sure how it happened, but IRLkado kinda starts approaching her for advice every now and then like she's someone to be looked up to, which she would laugh about cause her? A decent role model? That's hilarious, hahahaha, oh wait, he's serious. Minako needs a moment to process that cause while she has been working on herself on becoming a better person, she's still, well, herself. She doesn't really consider herself role model material after all the fuck ups she's done. But IRLkado actually sees her as a role model because she messed up. She messed up a lot, to herself and the people she loved. But she still took responsibility and broke away from her toxic behavior, choosing to work on herself and be better rather than to remain who she is. IRLkado goes to her for advice because she's probably the closest person who could understand his attempts at being a better person than anyone else, even though she never committed any crimes like he did. This gets her to soften up just a little bit, although she tells him not to follow her example to a T since she's still working on being better and her advice may not always be sound as her experiences in life were pretty shit, so that would cloud her judgment. IRLkado just says that he'll at least consider her advice and the two of them continue to hang out like usual.

As for Teruya and IRLkado's relationship? Ooooooh, she was on that shit since the beginning. Like, she was 90% sure they were dating, she doesn't know when, but she sure as hell knows that it's happening! The gossip over how close they are to each other and the possibility of their relationship doesn't slip by her either as she is a gossiper through and through, and Minako is just WAITING for the other shoe to drop. So when Teruya came to her for help and came clean about his relationship with IRLkado under the promise she'd keep it a secret, she immediately puts her hands up in the air and goes, "I FUCKING KNEW IT!!"

"Wha - You knew?!"

"I mean, I had my suspicions, but now that I know, Ryutaro owes me over three-thousand yen."*

"YOU WERE MAKING BETS?!"

(*About 20 US dollars.)

Minako doesn't tell anyone, she promised after all and she's not the kind of person to spread that around since it would get them into lots of trouble (and would technically out them). But she does take every opportunity to tease them whenever they hang out, much to both of their embarrassment. As for her reactions to the kids, she probably spoils them and treats them like any wine aunt would, although the kids probably see her more like a grandma than an aunt. She thinks Shinra is a lot of fun when he's not being a little shit towards her, Eiki annoys her sometimes with how lazy he can be, she tries to give advice to Hisano but she's constantly tuning her out due to their different views on appearances, Ryo is highly wary of her due to her past behavior even though Minako is genuinely trying to be better, and she dotes on Moriko every chance she gets.

Dr. Hikaru Ando

Fun Fact #2: the reason why IRLkado survived his encounter with Syobai is because his luck came in and Dr. Ando just so happened to cross paths with the same alleyway that he was dying in. So when he found him still breathing and barely clinging to life, Dr. Ando dropped everything he was doing to try and prolong his life until help arrived, which is how IRLkado ended up at the Kisaragi Foundation. If he wasn't there, IRLkado would have died and it's a miracle that he had pulled through to the very end. The thing is, though, Mikado Sannoji has been on the Kisaragi Foundation's radar for a while now due to the security breach in the data logs that allowed him to find out what happened to Utsuro. They didn't exactly know what he was plotting but the fact that he broke into their security in the first place was already a crime so they looked into him. Rei, of course, figures out that Mikado is a criminal that specializes in hacking, but has also done many other crimes under different identities, including murder, violence, and thievery (kidnapping is under AIkado's crimes). So he immediately became wanted under the Kisaragi Foundation's rule. Problem is, Dr. Ando did not realize who IRLkado was until AFTER he brought him into the Kisaragi Foundation for treatment. Oops. He still would've saved his life as he prioritizes his patients health and safety above all else, regardless of their background (the way Kanata interacted with the yakuza as she tries to treat them says a lot about what she learned from Dr. Ando), but he probably would've set up a lot more security measures if he knew right from the start. When he realizes who IRLkado is, he gives Kinjo a heads up and discusses what to do with him. He wants him to recover from his injuries first before they decide his sentence, but Kinjo insists on getting rid of him now since he won't be able to escape as he is now. Just as they start clashing over their beliefs, another piece of information is dropped into Kinjo's lap...and it turns out there's a second Mikado Sannoji running around which immediately confuses everyone in the room. Realizing that there's more to the situation than meets the eye, Kinjo relents in letting IRLkado live and Dr. Ando is relieved to know that his patient will live another day. He tries to keep things peaceful as IRLkado recovers and remains kind to him, but while he's grateful that he's alive and that Dr. Ando saved him, he doesn't trust him cause haha, this is the Kisaragi Foundation, which means he's in enemy territory now. By the time Dr. Ando gives the greenlight to allow IRLkado to rest up on his own without requiring a doctor's surveillance in the medical ward, that's when Kinjo intervenes and officially arrests IRLkado for his crimes, but also to interrogate him on what he knows about this second Mikado Sannoji. Dr. Ando isn't happy about this as IRLkado is still recovering, but he also knows that IRLkado has a lot to answer for in his past crimes, so he backs down under the belief that Kinjo will be careful with him.

He...ends up regretting this decision when Teruya comes back with IRLkado for a diagnosis and it became pretty clear that he hasn't been treated well in his cell ever since he was removed from his care. IRLkado was his patient, and, in a way, he failed him by allowing harm to come to him when he was still recovering. At least, that's how he sees things. Dr. Ando is very remorseful about this, and tries to make up for his oversight by caring for IRLkado every chance he gets and helps him with any medical problems he needs. IRLkado is obviously upset over Dr. Ando's role in the situation but is also conflicted cause he's both the one that saved him but also the one that indirectly got him arrested in the first place. They do eventually clear the air between them, though, with Dr. Ando apologizing for not doing more for him and IRLkado coming to an understanding as to why he allowed the arrest to happen in the first place even though his recovery wasn't fully completed after a bit of introspection and therapy. He was a criminal and had done horrible things in his pursuit of Utsuro, so he knew he didn't really have the right to be TOO upset about this. But awareness of his crimes wasn't the same as regretting them, and now that he's on the path of redemption, he realized that his grudge on the arrest wasn't really justified since his motivations were entirely selfish and hurt many people. So after unpacking all of that, he says it's okay and that Dr. Ando doesn't need to apologize since his role in the matter was small in the long run and he still did everything he could to help him with his health. After that, their relationship has become pretty amicable, comfortable even.

So when Teruya and IRLkado come out about their relationship to him, Dr. Ando is pretty chill about it. He even says that he thought something was going on between them, he just wasn't sure what. Which kinda kills Teruya on the inside cause that means a lot more people have noticed their behavior around each other than he realized. Dr. Ando has met all of their kids at least once as he gives medical advice to them, with Shinra being scared of him due to being a doctor and his trauma from being a lab rat which makes him kinda sad, Eiki telling him a bunch of fun facts about rocks during his visits to help him relax, Dr. Ando giving Hisano books on medicine to encourage her hobby, doing his best to be patient with Ryo (which is actually pretty easy since doctors are one of the few authority figures she's willing to openly respect), and Moriko gives him sewn lil duck figures every time she sees him. He puts them on his shelf for all to see. :]

And that's everyone, yahoooooo. *lays down for I spent at least a day working on this*