#because that's what makes letting go of him so hard. He has to accept he will never be able to save his loved one

[arandomao3user]

(Directed at the third person to send me death threats in this fandom-–)

Die hard Batman comic junkies will be like: TIM IS A PLAYBOY, READ THE COMICS!!!! BRUCE IS A BAD DAD, READ THE COMICS!!! JASON WAS NEVER BRUCE'S SON, READ THE COMICS!!! ZBSIKABAOAMNAHAOANAUSOBSYWJSBS YOU CAN'T HEADCANON THAT!?M? WAYNE FAMILY ADVENTURES IS THE REASON I AM DIVORCED!!!! FANFIC!?!?!?!? YOU CAN'T LIKE BATMAN MEDIA!!! DENIED!!! I SHALL GATEKEEP THEE AS THE DUNGEON MASTER OF MY OWN FANTASY!!!!! THIS IS MY FANDOM >:((( MY MOM SAID NOOOOOO!!!!

Like. Sir. Clam the F-- down and get off TikTok? Sir. Sir. Sir. I read comics, I have read the comics, I owns several physical comics, I have big books. I have small boks. I have Hush, Death In The Family, Death Of The Family, the ultimate Under The Red Hood book, I have three pride month specials shut up I am the queer, I have seventeen Batman movies I have watched religiously, I have read Tim Drake: Robin twice and I have reread Batman #408-409 that I have several theories revolving Jason and Bruce's relationship and also I have an entire site where any Batman comic I want to read is at my finger tips and YOU KNOW WHAT!?!?

I STILL LOVE WRITING FANON, FANON HEADCANONS!!! But my thing is let people enjoy things how they want because if I get one more death threat for enjoying a media that has existed since the 30's than I'm gonna crash out and post a thirty part long series about Tim fighting through a caffeine addiction and being adopted by Jason to get through it, I'll make him sad, and I'll make him date Bernard the entire time. I won't hesitate.

Also, if we stick to JUST the source material of every comic ever than there's two Jason Todd's, one from the circus who's a ginger and dates a girl named Rena (bring her back DC you cowards), and another from Crime Alley who steals tires and dies. Oh, also Batman and Robin have guns but then they stop using them for whatever reason. Also there's like two or three different Talia Al Ghul's but they aren't ever in the same room and we aren't sure which exactly is Damian's Mother or if Damian exists or how many there are and the clones but there's so many Damian's it ain't even funny... Oh, and Tim may or may not exist sometimes or date Babs or be married to her or be insane but that happened in the movies so it doesn't count for whatever reason because we can not combine movies and comics because the LOF (Laws Of Fandom) say so. Also Dick was adopted both before and after Jason but another Jason, like a third one or variant of the second one, who didn't actually die but did die the specifics don't matter!

MY POINT IS THIS IS A SERIES ABOUT AN EVER EVOLVING STORY WITH ALTERNATE UNIVERSES AND DIFFERENT TAKES AND THESE ARE COMICS!?!? These characters were literally designed with a basic outline to be adapted to however the writer sees fit for telling their story. A DIRECT QUOTE FROM SOMEONE WHO WORKED ON THE VERY POPULAR "Under The Red Hood" STORY IS THAT THIS IS JUST FANFIC AND BRINGING JASON BACK WAS BASICALLY A FANFICTION! A "WHAT IF" HE GOT FROM HUSH!

I don't care how YOU enjoy Batman media, and if you care how I ENJOY IT then block me so I don't have to see you telling the world how much bad you wish on people who enjoy fanfiction and certain comics even though you tell us to read the comics but not specific comics because you don't like the characterisation in that comic..? Like. Dude. Don't gatekeep and let people enjoy things how they want, that's all I'm saying, the mindset of gatekeeping a fandom is so 2020 and also 2015 Steven Universe/ Undertale amino... I am not going back to arguing over the gender of Frisk and Chara.

Wayne Family Adventures is also bad a%# and I am not a fan of how the writers wrote Duke, but I can accept it because it's funny and cute and you can't take it from me ♥︎

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk—

[wonubby]

King of Greed - k. bakugo

based off of the books from ana huang

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends more time at the office than with you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who doesn't notice when you leave work events early, too distracted by his responsibilities.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who comes home late and instead of resting, dives straight into work in his office.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses so many dates that it becomes the norm.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who promises to not miss your 10th marriage anniversary tip

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses your 10th anniversary trip by 2 hours

Workaholic!husband bakugo who when he comes home, finds your luggage in the living room and instantly realises why he's been feeling nothing but dread the entire afternoon

Workaholic!husband bakugo who sees your wedding ring on the mantle beneath your wedding photo, recognizing the distance that has grown between you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends the night searching for you, running through the rain and calling you desperately, hoping you'll answer.

Tired!wife reader who wakes up to a thousand voicemails from Katsuki, each one pleading for you to come home.

Tired!wife reader who, worn out, finally tells him where she is.

Tired!wife reader who, seeing his sickly appearance, lets her guard down just a little, before standing firm in her decision.

Tired!wife reader who listens to him plead and beg, promising to reschedule the trip so you can still go together.

Tired!wife reader who, despite his promises, says no.

Tired!wife reader who asks for a divorce.

Desperate!husband katsuki who is devastated that he never saw the signs before.

Desperate!husband katsuki who blames himself for ruining the best thing in his life.

Desperate!husband katsuki who refuses to accept the divorce desperate to work things out, forgetting that you asked for marriage counseling years ago, but he never showed.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, even though you're no longer wearing your ring, threatens any man who approaches you because you’re still his wife.

Desperate!husband katsuki who dances with you in a bar, asking for just one kiss—only for it to turn into something more, until his phone rings, reminding you that work will always come first.

Desperate!husband katsuki who only sees you again at a large dinner gathering, which turns into chaos when the host collapses at the table.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, after finding you again, feels nothing but relief and ushers you into a cab, taking you back to your shared penthouse.

Desperate!husband katsuki who makes love to you that night, determined to show you how much you mean to him.

Desperate!husband katsuki who wakes up to find you sneaking out of bed, asking where you're going, leading to an argument that ends with you begging him to sign the divorce papers.

Desperate!husband katsuki who reluctantly signs the papers

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who plans to win you back, no matter what it takes.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, upon hearing you've gone to your home country, books a one-way ticket and rents a villa next door.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who is invited to dinner by your sibling out of sheer panic.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who gives you a shock when you find him in your house, casually setting down cocktail glasses next to the plates.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who spends his time in the country, attending the same events as you, hoping for a chance to reconnect.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who offers to fly you back home when a pipe bursts in your office, ruining months of hard work.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who holds you as you cry, his heart breaking for you.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who helps you clean up for weeks, during which the two of you talk and agree that it's time to move on.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who watches you bring a date to the next social event, barely concealing his jealousy as he sips his drink.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who overhears your date’s plans to record you both at his apartment and confronts him, breaking his nose in the process.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, after the confrontation, is pulled into a passionate kiss, leading into him fucking your brains out, twice.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who invites you on a private date to a rented museum, only for you to tell him that your relationship is now strictly physical, and upon hearing this, eats you out against the wall as he fists his cock to the taste of you, spilling his seed all over the wall.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, drunk and crying, shows up at your apartment, begging for you to take him back, and you finally do.

Boyfriend!katsuki who spends months making it up to you, taking you on dates, leaving work early, and sometimes skipping it entirely just to be with you.

Boyfriend!katsuki who, after months of growth and effort, asks you to be his wife once more.

Husband!katsuki who makes your second wedding even more memorable than the first, refusing to let you go and ensuring you're always by his side.

Husband!katsuki who is overjoyed when you surprise him with the news that you're one month pregnant with his child.

[love-byers]

the van scene is going to pay off. THE VAN SCENE IS GOING TO PAY OFF. the VAN SCENE. (where will basically stabs himself in the heart and accepts that he's going to be desperately and unrequitedly in love with mike for the rest of his life) is going to PAY OFF.

DO YOU GUYS REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS?? ROMANTIC TROPES LIKE THIS CAN ONLY GO ONE WAY

okay okay for example, in young royals (spoilers ahead) season 1 ends with simon and wilhelm at odds because wilhelm denied their relationship to the public despite telling simon he would tell the truth. simon decides he can't be wilhelm's secret and basically breaks up with him.

then, in s2, wilhelm is constantly trying to weasel his way back into being with simon because he desperately misses him, but simon sticks to his word and doesn't cave in. simon gets a new boyfriend and wilhelm fucking SPIRALS and briefly becomes borderline psychotic, but then one night at a dance/party/ball where he properly meets simon's boyfriend, he gives up and accepts that simon is moving on, like simon has been asking him to do all season. he tells simon that he's sorry for bothering him and that he'll leave him alone from now on and his boyfriend seems nice. he does the thing that deeply hurts himself, but he believes will make simon happy. he chooses simon's happiness over his own. he does the right thing. he does the selfless thing.

and guess what happens next? simon follows wilhelm outside and kisses him and they make out in a garden. wilhelm got what he wanted, but only after putting simon's happiness before his own.

and this same thing happens at the end of the season. in s2 simon goes on a journey of learning to understand why wilhelm wants their relationship to be a secret, because at first in s1 he doesn't at all and it makes him very angry. but by the end of s2 he finally understands. he tells wilhelm that he wants to be with him and if that means they have to be a secret, then so be it. simon makes a sacrifice. he lets go of his integrity towards himself and decides to be wilhelm's secret, even though that's not the ideal scenario. he knows it's what wilhelm wants, and if that's the only way it'll work, then so be it.

and guess what happens next? wilhelm goes up in front of the whole country and admits that he is in a relationship with simon and that he won't be hiding any longer. simon got what he wanted all along, but only after putting their love before his own self-integrity.

are you getting what i'm saying?

in writing, sacrifice and making the difficult decision rewards characters with getting what they want. that's what makes it so satisfying, that's what makes it PAY OFF. that's what "pay off" means. hard work pays off. hard, uncomfortable, painful, sorrowful work pays off because something good comes from it. something so good that it makes all the pain worth it, because the pain is what directly lead to it. simon and wilhelm didn't get the happiness they wanted until they sacrificed something they wanted for the overall good or the good of someone else. they didn't get what they wanted until they were selfless.

literally the only way a scene like the van scene can pay off is with will getting what he wanted all along. there is literally no other way i can see this going. it's just unheard of for a plot point like this to end in any other way than in will's favor. will giving the painting to mike is symbolic of him letting go and accepting that he will always love mike and will never be loved back. the painting itself is symbolic of will's feelings. it's wills feelings in a physical form, because after the van scene will does not plan on ever bringing it up again. that's why the painting has to exist, so that will's feelings can come to light in s5, because will is not gonna be the one to bring it up. he thinks it's game over. mike gently confirming to will that it is indeed game over but being an ally to him is not a reward, that's the bare minimum. like i can't stress to you enough how an arc conclusion like that is the exact thing writers are taught not to do, the exact thing we are warned against in school. the exact thing that gets a bad response in a workshop. you just don't do it you don't, especially not with a character as tortured and marginalized as will byers

anyways my point is, the thing will used to accept that mike will never love him and push mike and el together (the painting) is going to be the very thing that pulls mike right back in. this painful and selfless thing that will did is actually going to bring him the biggest reward, the thing he's always wanted. that's just how writing works bro

edit: and i wanted to add one more in here real quick bc ive seen people say "oh so only happy endings make sense??" when bylers say will deserves a happy ending

no, that's not the case at all. "pay off" does not equate to "happy ending" payoff can mean all kinds of things. if a character repeatedly makes bad decisions and it lands them in the shitter, that's pay off. that's good writing. unless you're writing a story just created to make people sad and leave people unsatisfied as some sort of statement, there is absolutely no reason for that.

and another good example of pay off that isn't necessarily happy: the hunger games (spoilers ahead). the hunger games is a story about oppression and corruption and abusive government. it's a commentary on control and abuse of power and how it hurts people. the whole thing is kick started by katniss volunteering for the games in place of her sister, it's kick started by katniss trying to keep her sister alive. so prim (her sister) ultimately dying in the last book can be considered payoff. and though this isn't happy, it works because of the overall theme of the books. it's about abuse, tragedy, trauma, etc etc. and it goes even deeper when you consider the fact that prim was killed by a bomb made by "the good side", because mockingjay (the last book) delved into showing the beginnings of yet another abusive controlling government and how more war and killing only leads to more suffering for EVERYONE. prim dying is UNFAIR. and that's the point. that's why the whole thing, ALL the corruption, even on the "good side" must come down because it only leads to tragedy and unfairness. though this is quite depressing, it is "pay off". it's good writing

okay hunger games ted talk over

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best- Jungkook (part 10)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Warning: strong language

Wordcount: 8.5k

Author's note: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Give me your thoughts. I love you all !

P.S : I'm sorry for any mistakes. English is not my first language!

Y/n wasn't always insecure about herself. Early in life she was a lively, extroverted and free spirit person, but life is unfair and unpredictable. Having the trauma of seeing her father abandon her and her mother for another woman, saying she was the reason why he stopped loving and caring for her mom, left something inside her that it was never possible to mend no matter how hard she tried, making her more focused on studies and goals than boys and dating while growing up. For her, love was an illusion and she wouldn’t make the same mistake as her mother. 

Thinking about it now as she heads inside the apartment she shares with Lisa, she never gave anyone an opportunity, but as soon as she saw Jungkook she was drawn to him immediately without any explanation for it. Independence was her thing and she never thought she’d be capable of feeling the way she feels about him right now. Even if that meant that her friendship with Sewoon had to end. 

Looking back she knows Sewoon was never a good friend to her and she deserves better. Despite knowing their personalities were completely different from each other, Y/n accepted her anyway. After all, Sewoon had been her first friend, the first person to defend her when necessary and for that she was truly thankful for her. She also knew a little about her past and even though their priorities were different, they understood each other like that.  

Sewoon wanted to live life, have fun, go out, drink. Everything a teenager is supposed to do. She lost her virginity at 16 to a boy three years older than her who she met at a party. At the time Y/n asked her how was she able to do something so intimate with someone she had only known for a short time. Her best friend replied no one cared about that anymore. Truth to be told, after that she changed. A lot. Maybe that was when they started to drift apart a little bit. Y/n didn't like this change, not when she tried to do the same to her. Sewoon would share her experience regarding sex, how she did it, what she did and how good it felt. She was sexually active and made sure everyone knew about it, bothering Y/n. It was a subject that she didn't feel confident or comfortable talking about, however Sewoon pressured her to go the same path as her and that pissed Y/n off, but she would let it slide.

Maybe that was the main problem, letting it slide too muc. She never thought they would get to the point they are at today and that's sad. Now, Y/n was envious of all the experience she had acquired over the years, because with Jungkook it worked. He was so enthralled by Sewoon's beauty and comfort around guys, not to mention the way she won over boys, the subtle way of touching and talking to them when she tried to conquer them. Honestly, she admired the way she could make people who weren't interested in her focueds on her so quickly. Y/n knew she would never reach her feet in that way.  

Everything that happened today with Jungkook was just one more thing to confuse her. What if she was imagining things? As far as she knows he could flirt like this with everyone else. What if he thought she was easy just because she had feelings for him and he was in need of more than she could give him? She has known him long enough to know he wasn’t part like this but still... One never really knows someone, right? Sewoon is living proof of this.  

Walking in her room, Y/n went to change clothes and do her skin care, she had cried so much during the day that her eyes were swollen. She washed her face with cold water and dried it and putting a facial mask on. It was a very cold night but the moonlight helped to alleviate the darkness outside and she took advantage of being alone to go to the living room with her favourite book in hand, sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. The Y/n from a few days ago would be unable to tell Jungkook how she felt, yet both yesterday and today she had already confessed twice and had even confronted Sewoon. She never thought she would be able to raise her voice the way she did.

She somehow feels that Jungkook came into her life to break down all these walls around her heart with his sweet gaze and magnetic smile. She fell in love with him, but didn't have the courage to admit it (to him or herself), which ended up in her best friend dating him and yet she continued to desire him. Damn, she was so happy to know they had broken up, so she could rekindle her friendship with him and although knowing this was not something a good friend would do, at that moment Y/n doesn’t regret staying close to Jungkook, otherwise the moment they shared today wouldn't have happened at all. For that she also has Lisa to thank. God, she was very upset with her, but she ended up opening a path she never thought she would have with him. 

Suddenly, she heard the main door open, announcing Lisa's arrival. Lisa hadn't even noticed her since when she arrived it was all dark. When Lisa heard a voice calling her in the distance she screamed and now it was Y/n's turn to laugh. Lisa put her hands to her chest and threw her keys at her in protest. 

“You really scared the shit out of me Y/n. What the fuck are you doing with every light turned off? Are you a vampire and I didn’t notice it?” Lisa throws herself on the couch “Huuuuufff finally home! I've never had a day as long as this one. Meetings after meetings, just boring shit. How was your day? Was it a nightmare or a cool one?” Y/n gave a half smile  

"Initially it was shitty, but it ended pretty well" Lisa raised her head and made a suspicious face.  

“That means something did happen. Oh my god, is it Jungkook related?” 

“Yes and no” Lisa was confused. “Last night before going to sleep I sent a text to Sewoon, trying to talk to her about the things I found out on that trip regarding Tae, but she didn't give me an answer so I didn't think much about it anymore. Today, it was almost time for my break when I saw her come in. I told Sana that I was going outside and would be right back, but the conversation didn't go as I expected. She was horrible Lisa, she said tons of shit that affected me a lot. I never met this person before. I saw a person I didn't know existed.” 

“What did she tell you?” Lisa whispered and Y/n lowered her head, sighing. 

“She basically said that she was happy I had disappeared without telling anyone, that the only bad thing was that Jungkook was constantly wanting to know my whereabouts and not even with the pictures she showed him did he calm down. Ohh and that she prayed for news to arrive that something bad had happened to me. She also mentioned that I had stolen Tae from her and that she’d do everything to be with Jungkook, especially since they had already been together a few times, so she had no doubt that he would choose her over me. A bunch of shit.” 

“SHE SAID WHAT? God that girl needs a punch to bring her back to reality I swear the next time I see her I’m gonna end her. Who does she think she is f--” Y/n interrupted her  

“It’s okay Lisa. Actually, I need to thank her. After that, I was so upset that Sana told me to leave, I needed to clear my head and you were working so I decided to take a walk. Somehow, I ended up in front of Jungkook's workplace, he ended up seeing me and went after me and insisted on bringing me home, however, I told him I had to make a stop by La Dolce Perla and we ended up having dinner there. Although things were VERY tense at the beginning, by the end of the night I ended up letting some things out and he didn't judge me or anything, quite the opposite, he kept me calm and respected me. There was something in the air you know? Something that was pulling us closer to each other. We almost kissed” Lisa squealed in excitement but then stopped and made a funny face. 

“So why didn't you?” 

“I - I don’t know... I guess he noticed how nervous I was. We were saying goodbye and then he told me he’d wait for me. I don’t know what kind of waiting was he referring to but somehow that gave me comfort, but I’m not sure it’s a good thing, I mean it gives me hope for a future for us but with Sewoon in the picture I--” 

“Why don’t you talk to him about Sewoon? A real and open conversation where both of you get all the answers to your questions. You guys have a lot of connection, don’t miss that over misunderstandings.” Lisa said while hugging Y/n, excusing herself to get ready for bed. She had a very busy day in her company and she was wrecked. Y/n was tired too, so she went to her bedroom, did her routine and fell asleep, or at least she tried to. 

On the next day Sana wouldn’t be there so she’d be with the new guy. She never got to make a full shift with him and she was curious to see how it’d go. By the time her alarm went off Y/n was wide awake and ready to star her day. She had the weirdest yet the best dream ever. It was about Jungkook and she was enjoying it so much that when she woke up she cursed her neighbor for making so much noise at 08:15 a.m.  

She was going to make a double shift. She hated when her boss asked her favors like these but she really needed the money, that’s what kept her going. Getting there she saw Namjoon cleaning tables. Sana wouldn’t stop gushing over him, how cute he looked or how mature he was for someone his age. Even though Sana didn't have the courage to admit her feelings for him (yet, according to her) there was a palpable chemistry between them. The few moments that Y/n witnessed, made her think about her example, how much she thought she and Jungkook understood each other until Sewoon appeared. The day was passing by very peacefully. Right now there were only two customers so she and Namjoon took the opportunity to get some things done earlier. While at it, they got to know each other better and when they finished what they were doing, they ended up engaging in a deep conversation.

Okay, she had to agree with Sana, he had a great view on life and knew a lot for a 20-year-old. They were so absorbed in their conversation they didn't even notice the arrival of a new customer. Hearing the chirping of a throat in order to draw the attention of the two of them, Y/n was surprised to see Jungkook there with a look she couldn’t describe. Namjoon must have felt the weight of Jungkook’s eyes on him because he used some lame excuse to get out of there as soon as possible, leaving her alone with him.

“Jungkook, hi! I – I wasn't expecting to see you here at this time of the day. Usually you come a little later... Is everything okay?” Jungkook took a whole minute to respond, glancing between her and the door Namjoon had «escaped»

“Yes, everything’s fine. I hmmm- I was around and I-- I know it's almost your lunch time so I passed by to see if you wanted to have lunch with me.” He looks at Namjoon when he sees him walking out with some boxes. “But if you’re busy yo-” 

“Imnotbusyatall” she answered so quickly Jungkook didn’t understand a thing so she had to repeat herself, calmer this time. “Sorry. I meant to say I’m not busy. I have two hours for lunch since I'm working double shifts today. I just wasn’t expecting to see you so... early. I mean, for someone who usually shows up around 9pm, it's quite surprising” She smiled, turning her attention to the door, only to see Namjoon walk in again looking at her and Jungkook. He gave her a thumbs up, she flipped him off surreptitiously. Jungkook, on the other hand, was paying attention to all these actions. He's never seen this guy before, maybe he didn’t pay much attention to him. They seemed to have hit off pretty nice and for some reason he didn't like that at all. 

“I finished the morning session earlier than expected so I Ieft early as well. It's 10 minutes to 1 pm, can I stay here waiting for you or do you think you’ll have problems with that guy?”  

“With Namjoon? Naah, he’s cool. I'll just tell him to come replace me so I can change clothes and we can go. I’ll be right back.” As said, Y/n went to warn Namjoon and went towards the locker room. She left after 5 minutes, seeing Jungkook waiting for her near the exit. Weird, he usually used to wait for her at the counter where she and Sana usually stay, where Namjoon currently is as well.  

“Why are you waiting here? It’s not your normal spot you know? Joon won’t bite you for standing there” Y/n said laughing while approaching Jungkook. Seeing her, he adjusted his coat and smiled, opened the door motioning for her to go through it first, leaving behind her.

“I didn't like him, that's all, so I preferred to wait here. Besides, I didn't want to cause trouble. "

"Why would you cause trouble? It's not like this is the first time you've come in here or waited for me to leave. And what do you mean you didn't like him? Do you know each other by any chance? Where's the Jungkook who says we shouldn't judge a book by it's cover?” Y/n was teasing him and he knew it, answering with a little shut up. About five minutes away down the road there was a small burger place. It wasn't the first time they went there to eat, she loved the burgers there and the space was heaven. When they sat down, the waiter took their order and went to get their drinks, returning two minutes later. They both said thank you, giving some sips on their coca cola’s. Jungkook broke off the silence first.

“So..you and the new guy seemed pretty close. Cool guy hm?”  

“His name is Namjoon and yes we got along quite well. You wanna know a fun fact? it was our first day working together officially. He started when I was on vacation and he’s been doing more day shifts with Sana. But yeah, he’s pretty nice. I was surprised, he’s younger than us but he’s pretty mature for his age and he made me laugh a lot today. It made my double shift a lot easier.” 

“Ohhh”. Jungkook gave a few sips on his drink. “Glad it only took him a few minutes for you to be able to feel comfortable with him. It took me ages for you to look at my face. No one would tell it was your first time working together. You must have really liked him” Was he jealous?

“There’s nothing going on between us if that’s what you’re trying to know.” Jungkook chocked on his drink and tried to look everywhere but her. “We made a great team today but that’s it. He’s not my type. Besides, Sana has a crush on him. I’d never do that to a friend of mine”. Jungkook understood the hint. When he was about so speak, the waiter came with their orders. He waited for him to leave again so he could say what he wanted. 

“I’m sorry” Y/n frowned. 

“Sorry? What for?”

"It was bad of me to come between you and Sewoon. It's a long story and I have to tell you all about it, but at the same time I want to respect your space and time. I should have talked to you as soon as I realized something was going on, but I was confused and--”  Y/n interrupted him.

“Were you happy? While you were with Sewoon I mean. Did she make you feel happy?” For the first time Jungkook didn't know what to answer because he genuinely didn't know. Looking back, he knows he was never in love with her, it was just a momentary thing. He realized this too late and now he’s paying for it. Y/n noticed his discomfort so she changed the subject. “This place is without a doubt the one with the best burgers. This is my second favorite place, I really enjoy coming here and this is sooooo good or maybe it's just me being so hungry.” She said, laughing at her own words. Jungkook laughed too. One of the things he never felt with Sewoon: lightness and tranquility. With her, everything was always a competition and based on image. Very controlled, very fake, very rehearsed.

During their meal, they talked about basic things related to life, work and dreams, ordered dessert and drank coffee. Jungkook paid their meals and even though Y/n refused he didn't listen, telling her to pay next time. When they got outside, Jungkook took out a cigarette and stayed like that, grabbing it. Y/n looked at him with a questioning face. 

"How come I didn’t know you smoked? I mean every time we went out I never noticed. I was so surprised to see you smoking the other day” 

"And you said you hadn't noticed me." He said laughing. "I don't smoke much, usually after coffee or when I'm nervous/anxious. I've always tried not to smoke around you because I know you don't like the smell, so I avoid it." 

"Is that why you haven't lit your cigarette yet?" Jungkook looked at the hand that had the cigarette between his fingers. "Maybe" he said wrinkling his nose, looking at her with those sweet bambi eyes. God help her because she can't stay away from this man much longer. During their way back to her work she expected him to light the cigarette, but at no point did he do so. She even told him that if he needed to smoke to do it, that she didn't have to be an obstacle simply because she didn't like it, to which he replied that there were priorities and at that moment smoking wasn't one of them. She didn't say anything back but Jungkook noticed the blush on her cheeks and the shy smile on her face.  

“I wasn’t happy” Y/n looked at him wondering what he meant by that. He keeps talking. “You asked me if I was happy with Sewoon and my answer is no. Everything was a facade between us and now I can see how dumb I was to call it love. There were no feelings between us, only physical attraction and illusions. I know I messed up bad by getting together with her Y/n and I wish I could take it back. Even though I didn’t know your feelings for me but it was wrong and you have no idea how bad I feel for hurting you, even without meaning to. I’m truly deeply sorry.” Y/n felt so bad for him. It was a mix of emotions and she just wanted to comfort him so she stopped walking, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her, hugging him tight, whispering

"You're not to blame for anything. If anything I'm to blame because I was the one who didn't speak up." He moved away a little, although they were very close. "We don't control our feelings. It's not your fault that I fell in love with you just as it's not your fault that you felt something for Sewoon, just as I don't blame her for having something with you even though she knew about my feel--” She stopped talking when she saw his shocked face. His face changed drastically when she said Sewoon knew about her feelings, he was angry and you could see it. “Why are you looking at me like that?”  

“Sewoon knew? She knew and you still insisted on pushing her to me?!” He was mad. 

“What was I supposed to do? You’re my best friend and I was afraid of ruining it with you, then you wanted to meet her and I just couldn’t say no. I knew you two were perfect for each other. I- I didn’t want to be selfish- I -” 

“FOR ONCE Y/n. Just for once you should’ve been selfish! Do you have any idea of how hard this has been for me? just to know that you were the one who gave me to her just like that? Was I not enough for you, was that it?” 

“Jungkook, no... Wh- What are you saying? I was the one that wasn’t enough for YOU. That’s why I introduced you to her.” At this point Jungkook had already moved away quite a bit, running his hands through his hair.  

“You were more than enough Y/n. You just didn't bother to face what was in front of you. Why do you want everything to be given to you? Is it really that hard for you to take control of your life for once? You would’ve avoided so many things Y/n. But you know what? I'm glad it was this way, maybe you and I weren't meant to be after all and we’re just realizing this now.” He sighed. “C’mon, I need to go and you have to go work as well. 

The last minutes felt like hours. Y/n hadn't realized how things had gotten to that point, it wasn't possible to understand. She thought it was unfair that he was blaming her for not opening up, even though he was upset, but even so. When they arrived Y/n grabbed his arm once more. 

“Jungkook, you can’t leave like this. You can’t drive being all raged up right now. Talk to me, please. I know I should’ve been more honest about things but I was scared and- and it’s not like you gave me any signs of any feelings either. I wanted you to be happy desp-” he released himself from her grip.

“I did gave you signs Y/n! I fucking did!That's why I'm so messed up. I - The only reason why I approached Sewoon in the first place was to have a reaction from you and to know things I knew I couldn't ask you directly.” It was Y/n’s turn to be shocked. What? “I know you avoid relationships and everything related to boys because you’re scared. If I told you how I felt or what I wanted I was scared you'd run away from me like you always do so I kept giving you signs Y/n but I had no reaction from you at all. I knew who Sewoon was from some pictures on your Instagram so when I challenged you to introduce me to her I was testing waters, however, your indifference remained there. It's not just my fault. I took you on dates and you would dismiss it, saying it was just two best friends hanging out. I left work every day and waited for you every day. In my free time I would come here to keep you company and be close to you while I sketch things that I could easily do at home. I have a cafe in front of my store and yet I’m- Always- Here- You can't be that oblivious Y/n. You were the one to put a label on us every goddamn time! You say you’re in love with me? No Y/n you’re not, otherwise you wouldn’t have given up so damn fast and give me to your best friend like a damn trophy the moment she asked. Hurts to know that I didn't deserve a second thought.” Y/n could only look at him. He looked so damn honest and he was so disappointed in her. There was hurt all over his face and that was killing her. She wanted to say something but she couldn’t so she did what she always does: let him go. 

She shouldn't have let him go. The rest of the day was fulfilled with anxiety and guilt. Every day she discovered new things and every time she thought her and Jungkook were stepping forward, they took five steps back. She was ruining everything good she had ever dreamed of with her cowardice and lack of communication. She should've gone after him, yet pride got the best of her.

Like always. 

After the argument he got in the car and left. At first she tried not to think about it too much, but then she felt the guilt consume her. When she was alone with just a few clients, she sent several texts to Jungkook, apologizing for the way things happened, for them to talk and clear things up once and for all.

No response.

Lisa was going to spend the night out, so once again she found herself alone in that giant apartment. Without thinking she called Jungkook, going straight to voicemail all the six times she tried. The only positive thing was that the next day it'd be her day off and she’d try to talk to Jungkook and clear things up.

Hopefully

The next day Y/n woke up with a huge weight beside her bed. When she opened her eyes she saw Lisa looking at her with a smile from ear to ear.

"Good morning, sunshine. I'm going to do something crazy and I want you to come with me. Hurry up, get even more pretty and let's go. If I’m late and loose my turn I'm going to kill you.”  

That's what consisted being friends with Lisa: waiting for her to wake her up at 9:30 in the morning for something that had popped into her mind out of pure spontaneity was just an example of it. She was adventurous and left nothing undone or unsaid because, according to her, you only live once and she would rather regret what she didn't do than everything she tried and failed at.

That's how at 10 in the morning Y/n found herself in front of the tattoo shop where Jungkook works. The only thing she wanted to do was turn around and leave. Gosh, he's been ignoring her attempts to contact him, how could she just walk in there like nothing was happening? She remembers talking to Lisa about getting tattoos. She never had courage for it, besides, Sewoon would tell her all the time they wouldn't suit her, thus she gave up of the idea. Lisa encouraged her, saying that when she did hers Y/n would do it too, but now, her stomach was churning and it seemed like the only thing that was going to come out was vomit. When they arrived at the entrance Y/n stopped. 

“I can’t go in with you. I’m sorry” 

“What do you mean you can’t? You can’t leave me alone at it. Also, I booked you a session so you have to show up.” Lisa said innocently.  

“You knew Jungkook works here, didn't you? You little bi--” 

“Hey hey hey. There’s no time for that my friend. We're about to get hotter and have something marked on us. Let’s go.” She was fucked.   Lisa linked her arm with her and they walked inside. It was a very peaceful place, with drawings on display, music playing and a diffuser. Of course. Jungkook was addicted to smells and very weird about them too.

The first person they saw was the red-haired lady Y/n had seen close to Jungkook the other day. Seen up close, she was even more stunning. Since Lisa was the one scheduling the session, the red-haired who introduced herself as Athena went to talk to Lisa to see what was she interested in. As she talked to her about the type of tattoo she wanted, presenting some sketches too for her to choose, Y/n looked around, praying she wouldn't see Jungkook while being there. 

“What about you? What kind of design did you think of?” She asked Y/n, giving her a genuine smile. "First time? You don't have to stress about it honey, it's most likely for you not to feel a thing"

“Ohh I didn’t think of anything... You see I was totally caught up on this. I didn't know I was coming so I didn'--- "

“Her idea was to make a semicolon on her wrist. Something simple. Y/n, babe, we talked about this. You’re not gonna chicken out right?” Y/n looked at her friend and her answer shocked herself more than anyone else in the room. “Okay. Yes you’re right Lisa. I’m already here so why not?” Lisa opened her mouth, closing it up immediately, smiling. Change comes with little steps. 

One step at a time

Athena showed Lisa some ideas until she finally chose what she liked the most. She was getting a sternum tattoo and the sketch Athena did was a piece of art, all those lines and details were just too perfect. She then excused herself to pick something up, disappearing for about 2 minutes, that's all it took for disaster to happen. While they were waiting for her to return they saw Jungkook walk through the door with two coffees. As he placed them on a small table in the entrance, Y/n realizes he didn't see them there, at least not until Athena returned to the room and spoke to him, causing him to look up where they were standing.

"Yooh Jkaay I'm glad you got here. Can you finish this design for me? I have these two pretty ladies here and the client will come by later to see if the drawing is ready but there are some parts I'm having trouble getting right, can you help me with this?” As soon as Jungkook looked up, he met Y/n's gaze, which was already focused on him. He had no reaction. “Hey lover boy. I know they’re pretty but I’m kinda waiting for an answer here” 

“Hmmm.. Oh yeah- yes. You can leave it there I’ll be sure to give it a look.” his gaze was intense as it met yours but didn't say anything, as if he didn't know you. Athena thanked him and directed the two of them to a large room. While her friend took her shirt off and laid down on her back, Athena settled everything on the sterilized table. Y/n was inspecting the drawings on the wall, realizing Jungkook's signature on the end of all of them. After placing the artwork where Lisa wanted Athena grabbed the tattoo machine, filling the room with the sounds the needles working and Y/n got scared. She was sure that was gonna hurt. 10 minutes in there's a knock on the door. After Athena replied, Jungkook walked in the room with what Y/n thought was the drawing she asked him to check. 

“This is fantastic Kook. If the idiot doesn't like it I'll have it myself. It's incredible." Jungkook smiled and looked at Y/n and then at Athena again. "This is going to be a lot of work Ath. It's full of details and has such a thin line. You have to be careful not to smudge as you clean it." 

"I know, I hadn't realized that. It's going to be a challenge but it'll look cool on her body. I still have her friend to tattoo but that’s something small and quick.”  Jungkook looked at her way.

“I can do it. I’m free and won’t have any client until noon.” Y/n froze in the moment. No fucking way. 

"I can wait. It's okay, really." Jungkook looked at her, picked up some still-closed material and opened the door. "Come on, I'll take care of it." And for a second, Y/n didn't know how to breathe anymore

Jungkook was waiting for her to follow him. When he noticed she wasn't moving at all he called out for her name again. Unconsciously, Y/n ended up getting up and going after him but she didn't leave without looking at the place Athena and Lisa were, noticing the strange expression Athena made. Had Jungkook ever mentioned her?

He went ahead, taking her to a more private room which was on the first floor. It was quite far from all the other rooms and common area. When they arrived there, he motioned for her to sit in front of what she assumed was Jungkook's desk. There were photos of several people, she doesn’t remember meeting any of them until one got her attention: it was a picture of Jungkook and Sewoon together. He was wearing white and she was wearing a black dress. She remembers this day very well- It was in the beginning of their relationship and Sewoon was having a party with her agency and Jungkook was her date, they were both so pretty and cuddly and looked so into each other. Jungkook was treating her like a princess and it was the first time Y/n felt anger towards her best friend. She cried all night after getting home, spying Sewoon's instagram and all the love-dovey pics she was posting. What a night

He sat on the chair in front of Y/n, behind his desk to sketch what she wanted to tattoo when he noticed where her eyes were wandering at, grabbing the picture and putting it in a drawer. She didn’t say anything, looking everywhere but him. 

“According to Athena you wanted just a simple semicolon on your wrist, right? So I did sketch want you wanted but added something more. If you don’t like it or want it you can say it and I'll do just what you initially wanted okay?” Jungkook showed her a design of a semicolon with a butterfly wing around it. It was honestly so beautiful. She remembers saying to him one time she identified herself as a butterfly, because no matter the situation she was going through she could always adapt herself and learn from it. Did he remember that?

“I- I love it Jungkook. This is so pretty and personal, I- Thank you, this is amazing. I’ll have it that way”  

“Are you sure? It’s gonna be there forever” 

“I’m 100% sure. Start this before I lose my courage” Jungkook gave her a nod, taking the paper and putting it on her skin with some wet liquid. He could tell she was nervous so he told her when he was about to start. “If you need me to stop let me know. We have time okay?” Y/n nodded  

“You have amazing sketches here. Not that I didn't know but you're super talented, I feel grateful that it’s you doing this on me. When you become a world-renowned artist I'm gonna brag about it, I’m already warning you.” After their fight yesterday, Y/n was trying to ease the tension between them but he was making it hard. She missed Jungkook and wanted to clear things up with him. She was done with all the confusion and misunderstandings, however, Jungkook remained in silence. “Please Jungkook I’m trying. I miss you. I miss us. I don’t even understand what happened yesterday and I’m sorry for hurting you in any way. I’m tired of this! You're driving me crazy by leaving me in this void. I'm not like this Jk, you know it. I don't care about boys but just the thought of losing you is killing me. That's the effect you have on me!”  He wasn’t paying attenton to her at all, or maybe he was just ignoring her on purpose, either ways she was getting more and more frustrated and did her best to keep her tears to herself since she couldn't get out of there. With her free hand, she surreptitiously wiped her eyes with her shirt sleeve. What she didn’t know was that Jungkook was paying attention to all her movements.

“I’m sorry. I talk a lot with my clients for them to relax a bit but with you... I feel like if I talk I'm not gonna be able to concentrate and I don’t want to mess this up. You make me nervous just with your presence. That's the effect you have on me Y/n. When it comes to you I can't separate things”  

"I could’ve waited for Athena to do it. Actually I think it’d be better, given the situation we are at right now. Damn Jungkook I put my guard down for you and now you're treating me like this, what for? You criticize me for avoiding things, yet you're doing the exact same thing, it's not fair. You can't say whatever you want, make me feel bad and then do the same to me. I know I messed up somewhere. I know I should've been braver, but you are such a special and necessary part of my life that I was afraid of you not feeling the same way, could break everything we built so far, which is stupid right now because that's exactly what happened. There is no way we can go back to what we were before” By the time she ended her speech, Jungkook was already putting the final touches on the tattoo, being done with it. Both of them remained silenced until he had picked up the tattoo protection to place it around her skin. 

“Let’s do it then. Let’s put everything on the table and be honest because honestly I can’t handle this anymore too. Where do you want me to start? From the day we first met? I had the shittiest day ever it was raining so much. That’s what made me stop at the coffee shop. Then you looked absolutely gorgeous standing there looking at me and when you noticed I was staring back and pretended to have lost an earring, that caught my attention, how innocent and naive you looked. Then I started to get to know you better and it was it for me. It was so hard not to fall for you. I kept taking you out to places but you always friendzoned me somehow, I would tell you about non existing dates to see your reaction but you always had the same posture, I came to terms that it was a one-sided thing. Then Sewoon happened. When you introduced us, honestly I was very straightforward with her. I asked her about you, if you liked someone if you ever talked about me, you know, something to give me hope. But the answers she gave me weren’t the ones I expected to hear and I was so disappointed.” Y/n's system was soon on alert.  

“What- - What did she tell you?”  Jungkook took a while to answer which was making her impatient. She was about to lose her mind.  

“She told me you were seeing someone and it was getting serious. That she was sorry but wouldn’t get in the way. After that, we kept talking a little more and when I was about to leave she was the one asking me to go out with her. Just a simple date so I said yes, maybe that would help me take my mind of you.  Then things happened and time skipped and we broke up and yeah I didn’t take that well because no one likes to feel they failed at something, but I’m so glad we did. We didn’t align in anything, we fought a lot behind doors. Then came the party you and Sewoon went. I was already there remember? You looked so sad and the first thing I remembered was the guy you were supposed to be seeing. I was hoping you were long gone with the dude but the way you were acting and how you were talking to me ended up confirming Sewoon’s words about you and that special someone and I--- I lost my mind.”  

“So you ended up kissing Sewoon to relieve all that anger, right?”  She got up and slowly turned her way towards the door when Jungkook grabbed her arm.

“That was a terrible mistake. As soon as I realized what I did I stepped back immediately. After that I looked everywhere for you, but I didn’t found you. When I did, you told me you were leaving with someone and that was it. I tried talking to you all night but your phone was either out of reach or you wouldn’t respond.”  There's this awkward silence until one of them spok again.

“That night broke me Jungkook. You broke me. I was there, I was hurt and you noticed something was up but all your eyes were looking at was Sewoon. I wished so many times it was me you were kissing, holding, touching. I'd see you with her and all I imagined was us. That was so toxic of me, that's why I left, because I couldn't see you leave with her knowing the next day I'd know everything about it."

They didn't realize how close they were until they felt each other's breath hitting their faces. Y/n doesn't know when things changed, but since the night at the restaurant there is something that pushes them towards each other. She gets a strange feeling in her belly, in her chest… down there. It's strange, she never felt something like this for anyone and it was confusing her. She knows if he asked her something she'd do it on the spot. It seems like Jungkook could feel the tension either because the hand that was previously on her arm was now around her waist, while the other caressed the right side of her face tucking some hair behind her ear. It was then that she felt the distance between them getting shorter and shorter, when all of a sudden they heard someone knock on the door, opening it, revealing Athena's slightly confused figure.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt, I heard voices and came to check if you were okay, as it's not usual for you to bring anyone here. I-- hmm- just wanted to let you know that I finished Lisa's piece and we're downstairs drinking some coffee and talking in case you'd want to join us when you finished whatever you were.... doing, but no pressure, make yourself comfortable, I didn't see anything. Use protection, okay? You still have a life to enjoy before any surprises." Jungkook made a desperate sound looking at Athena and throwing something at her

"Don't be an idiot, it's not what it looks like and you know it. Anyone hearing you talk would think you see me doing a lot of dirty things here. Work is work and I take it very seriously." Jungkook paused, glacing at Y/n, just to speak again. " We'll meet you downstairs in 10 minutes, I just need to finish explaining how she should handle this in the next few days." Athena hummed, giving them a nod before leaving. However, they heard her tell Lisa that - they were busy and would probably take longer to joy them- They knew she spoke loud for them to hear. Jungkook went to a drawer and took out a cream, handing it to Y/n.

"For the next three days you must avoid direct sunlight on the area. This protection should last for 24 hours, then you can remove it in the shower or by wetting the area with warm water, drying it well and applying the cream two or three times a day. If you feel any itching, that's normal, but if you see red spots around it let me know so I can check it out. But in principle, everything should be fine." Y/n nodded and thanked him, grabbing her wallet, heading towards the door but stopped halfway and turned around, facing Jungkook.

"Did you sleep with Sewoon here?"those words came out faster than Y/n could control. Why the hell did she ask that. Jungkook wasn't expecting that either, because his mouth opened and closed several times, not knowing what to answer, a little embarrassed. This gave Y/n a feeling that maybe the answer was yes. "Never mind, sorry, I don't know why I asked this. Forget it." She turned around again ready to open the door. She was about to do so when a hand above her head slammed the door shut again with a bang.

"Why do you always put me in difficult positions? It's past and - aiish- No Y/n, I didn't. This is my office, my space, my privacy, I don't bring anyone for anything more than work, not even Sewoon. This wasn't exactly the space she liked to frequent the most" Y/n nodded.

"I don't know why I asked, I'm sorry. Being here knowing that you and her were- you know- that would be just weird and gross. I mean, who knows what kind of "things" would be around here and-- Okay, nevermind. How about we go down? They're waiting for us and will start thinking stuff about us being here."

"So? Let them think what they want to think.. I'm not bothered at all. Are you?" When Y/n was about to answer, the door opened without warning revealing an excited Athena again, but she didn't realize that when she opened the door she had hit Y/n with it. "Shit Ath be careful. Knock before coming in. Jesus"

"Dude, I don't know what the situation is between you two, but behind the door is definitely not the best place. Been there, done that. It's interesting but not comfortable. Also, why are you so bothered by the knocking thing all of a sudden? That was never a rule. Just put something on the door handle to when you're busy doing other things. That's what I do with your broth-"

"Aiiiishh Athena. I'm not really interested in what you and my brother do or don't do, How disgusting. We were just talking! Stop being nosy and up on my ass. What's the matter with you today? why are you always coming here thought? You never care when I’m upstairs”

“Well you’re always by yourself, there’s nothing for me to pry on. Either way, I came here to tell you that the client you had for noon called to inform he’s no longer able to come. His wife went into labour, so you’re free for now”

“Well at least is for some good reasons. I’ll call him up later to reschedule.” Athena would steal glances from Jungkook to Y/n with a funny look, trying to see something she could pick up to tease them more “Anyway, I think I’ll grab lunch with Lisa. She’s pretty rad. Do you wanna come?” It was Y/n’s turn to speak

“I actually have some things to get done, but you go and have fun. Maybe we can grab a coffee later?” All she wanted was to run. After that stupid question she made she just wanted somewhere to hide.

“Of course, just give me your number. It’ll be easier” they both switched numbers and Athena gave a final goodbye to her, giving her a hug and winking to Jungkook, whispering behave before shutting the door completely. What the hell.

“So... The girls are leaving and you probably have things to do too so I should get going as well. I have to meet up with Joon, he asked me if I could stop by so hmmm, yeah. Thanks for your time. If - if I have any questions I’ll pass by. Thank you once again." This was her cue to leave. Uttering those words she was out of the door, running down the stairs getting closer and closer to the main door but when she reached it, it was locked.

Goddamn it!

She was thinking about calling Lisa to turn around and wait for her when she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't dare to look back but in question of minutes she felt Jungkook's chest against her back, hearing him whisper

"Why are you always in such a rush when it comes to me? What are you so afraid of?" Jungkook turned her around to face him. "Let yourself go Y/n. For me, for you, for us. We've been over the friendship thing for a while now, don't you think? No matter how much you try to deny it, the attraction is here" He was so close to her she could feel his heartbeat.

"I can't" She whispered. "Everytime I look at you I get myself reminded of how you used to be with Sewoon. There was her before me and I can't compare. I can't erase that image of my head. I- I want to forget, but I can't"

"I'll help you forget. Let me help you forget, but mainly let me show you how there's no comparison between you and her" They were so close and there was so much desire so she let herself go and feel all she wanted, grabbing Jungkook by the hem of his grey shirt and closing the distance between them. The response to the kiss was automatic. Y/n felt Jungkook kiss her back as if he had already been waiting for this moment. Slowly at first, like they were testing each other, until he slowly pushed her against the door, placing his hand behind her neck, deepening the kiss. She never had a kiss like that. At this point she felt the entire zoo inside her and she was aware of everything around her: of how Jungkook's hands were hovering over her body, how their mouths were thirsty for each other, the way their bodies were so close yet so far.

It was just them and their desire for each other. And at that moment that was all that mattered.

Bonus: The famous tattoos made

Lisa’s OC'S

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[mari-lair]

Interesting question!

Hanako's lack of communication will absolutely be the main problem with poly (same with kou btw) but because he is so painfully obvious when he is possessive, it won't be a big issue.

Take this scene for example: Nene cheer up Kou after he loses to one of Mitsuba's supernatural arm allies. She is very cheerful and cute! Holding Kou's hand.

Hanako gets jelly by this and inserts himself between the two. He even put his hands on top of theirs.

And this jealousy is instantly killed when Kou and Nene accept his inclusion, Kou even put a hand on top of Hanako's and the ghost isn't bothered by that at all.

The thing about Hanako possessiveness is that while it have started as the typical "Nene is mine, shuush shuush!" feeling with Kou.

It has slowly morphed into "You make me happy so it's alright if you make Nene happy too."

Hanako's smile is genuine after he scared them here, this wasn't a successful "I must separate them!" plan, he just wanted to spook his favorite humans.

The most recent hints of possessiveness I could find felt less like "Don't get near her!!" and more like "don't leave me behind..."

Take his despair when he fantasies of Kou and Nene going to a festival together and having fun.

He is genuinely bothered by the idea of the two getting cozy, but it's less about them having fun together, and more about them having fun without him.

He recovers super quickly when he finds a way to go to a festival with them both after all. Check how he has a tiny blush when Kou is doing well at one of the games.

(Zoom on the blush cause Im insane)

And he clap when Nene tell Kou he is cool instead of trying to downplay what he did or push Nene away from 'the guy nene fond cool'

Even on chap 96 cover (so after his 'i want to be the one to save you. Not kou, me.'), he is still trying to be part of Kou and Nene's high five, not push Kou away.

Speaking of the 'i want to be your savior' panel, during his vent, Hanako pictures Kou with Nene, both framed in the light while he is behind in the shadows: He considers his solution, his 'ideal' scenario, dark and corrupted.

So he does have a desperate sort of possessiveness of Nene/envy of Kou that he isnt proud of.

If a miracle happens and Nene's lifespan increases, he'll become a temporary presence in her life and he wants more than that. Kou already has so much: He can walk her to school, he can grow up with her, he can give her happiness for the rest of his life, but Hanako can't. He is on a timelimit, dead since they met.

He wants to leave a lasting impact, to give meaning to their short relationship and to his empty afterlife, forever haunted by being a killer.

When he thinks too hard about his situation, he becomes restless.

So, while poly would be a very nice "we are a team, we won't leave you behind" reassurance for him. He will need to be convinced that he is a 'forever' to them and that is... very hard to comfort him on.

Hanako is a closed guy though, so he wouldn't go in dept about any of these insecurities.

Nene and Kou would still be somewhat aware of it though, because he is loud about how sad he is by his inability to leave school, only able to sulk and wait while Kou and Nene are out in each others houses or going on dates and having so much fun without him...

Which Nene and Kou would always try to cheer him up by going to any boundary Hanako want! Like the after school beach chapter!

Which does help!

As for Hanako being possessive of Kou... I feel like that would eventually happen (have you seen Hanako?? he is a ball of clingy possessiveness) but it would take some time.

Hanako is a 60s kid, he have a lot of internal homophobia (same with Kou btw but lets only focus on Hanako for now) so when the 'lets date each other!!' idea happened they most definitively pretended that this poly arrangement is two bros sharing Nene cause she like them both and they both like her and trust each other so everyone is happy :D

Hanako will need a mini arc to go 'maybe i can flirt with guys even when i'm not in my girl form.'

And if by some miracle he talks to Kou about his 'I trust you so much and it scares me' issue, (which is unlikely but maybe Nene can push him in the right direction, she is good at making him open up) and they sort thingd out, Hanako will be unbearable.

Look how clingy he used to be! It would get 10 tines worse.

[averillaratargaryen]

‘The Bitter Bond.’

Chapter XXVI

The winter season had dawned upon, after many months, Rhaenyra, Daemon and their children continuing to live on in Dragonstone, as they planned ahead for the future.

Daemon had spent much more time, helping Daerlyssa discover the real world, as the two would ride their dragons beside one another, and soon after, began in sword training her.

Whilst this was going on, Daerlyssa had seemed to be getting much better, the process of healing becoming efficient.

Her ravens to Aemond seemed to have gotten lighter and happier by the days, as did his, as the two wrote to one another back and fourth, without Daemon’s knowledge.

Whilst she agreed to be truthful to her father, it seemed she kept some secrets. However, it was no longer needed to be kept a secret, when Daerlyssa had noticed Aemond’s ravens becoming less and less.

And soon enough, none at all.

Whilst she thought herself to be a little hurt, it seemed her mind began to occupy elsewhere, in an engagement party planning, for her brother Jacerys and his bethroed, Baela.

And now, that time had come, as they stepped foot in Driftmark, amongst the house of Velaryon.

-

“I must say, Baela has never been this happy until now, seeing Jacerys once again” Corlys chuckled.

“As it is with Jace” Rhaenyra responds, “I think it was made a fine choice to have them bethroed.”

“And what of your daughter, Daerlyssa?” Rhaneys asks, “is she coping well?”

Daemon nods, “she has healed, within time, and gratefully so, as we get closer to the wedding preparations.”

…

“She is adorable!” Daerlyssa squealed at the grey furred cat, that sat in Rhaena’s lap.

“Her name is Baena” Rhaena responded with a light laugh.

“Baena? As in..?” She pointed to the two sisters, who nodded in response.

“We thought to have both of our names combined to one, to name her. That way, we both share our responsibilities to her” Baela explains.

“I see” Daerlyssa responds, “quite clever, actually.”

“Daerlyssa has only ever had an imaginary pet she named Robert” Luke gave his sister a teasing side smirk, before he had no choice in rubbing his arm, due to the stinging pain on the slap Daerlyssa had forced on him.

Baela and Rhaena both chuckle at the bickering siblings, Luke pointing his tongue out at Daerlyssa teasingly, as she did the same.

“It is nice, to see you this way” Baela then grabbed Daerlyssa’s attention, “when you first arrived to Dragonstone, it was.. hard to grasp what had happened to you, but understandably you needed time to heal. Which I am sure you have.”

“I have” Daerlyssa nodded with a smile in response, greatful for Baela’s genuine happiness, “in fact, Father has been teaching me how to fight with a sword.”

“He has?” Rhaena asks, before sucking her teeth out in annoyance, “I have always asked him to teach me and he never does!”

“Your mother prohibited me from doing so” Daemon was heard making his way towards the kids, who were sat at the balcony, crowded and in comfortable conversation.

And it seemed Daemon had overheard some of it.

“Yet mother is not here” Rhaena rolled her eyes away in response.

“I continue to accept her wishes. She meant well for you both, and wished me to keep you safe” Daemon held Rhaena from her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her against her cheek.

He then stood straight, walking towards Daerlyssa, “so, have you showed them some of your moves?”

“Father, I can not in a dress” Daerlyssa responds.

“Hmm” Daemon nods in amusement, “or perhaps it is because you know, no matter how much you train, you could never beat me.”

“I think I can” Daerlyssa stood up to her father’s challenge as she faced him.

“Perhaps you’d like to bet?” Daemon let out a soft chuckle, Rhaena and Baela watching, entertained by the actions that were to come.

“I do” Daerlyssa responded, attacking Daemon from the waist down with a quick kick to the leg.

Tripping back, Daemon still managed to stay stood up, walking back towards her, as the two fight it out playfully, Daemon to give the last pat against Daerlyssa’s shoulder.

“And that would be a cut to the shoulder” Daemon chuckled, holding his hand out to high five his other two daughters, “and that is Daemon for the win!”

His celebration, however, was put to an end, as Daerlyssa had lifted her foot, between his legs, kicking him within his inner thigh.

“Argh!” He groaned.

“You forgot one important rule father” Daerlyssa chuckled, before the two the reveal it at the same time, Daemon’s voice slighly weaker as he held his thigh, “never turn your back on an enemy.”

“I have to take that high five back” Baela gritted her teeth in embarrassment by her father, “it seems he is easily defeated.”

As the girls chuckle, Daemon smiled, before he shook his head, walking ahead to the end of the balcony.

“What the hell?” Daemon spoke in a low voice.

“What is it?” Daerlyssa asks, turning around to notice what had her father so agitated.

Her eyes lingered down below, as the family of five had arrived, all dressed in the colours of house Velaryon. All but one; Aemond Targaryen.

Viserys, Alicent, and their three children had arrived to Driftmark, sailing from ship.

“Father, do not make such a big deal” Daerlyssa responds, “our grandfather is the King. Of course he would have an invite.”

Yet Daemon ignored all reason, turning away as he rushed off to get himself face to face with his brother yet again.

Daerlyssa stayed looking down, her eyes catching Aemond as he stood further away from the others, and his outfit choice clearly standing out.

“How long has it been, that the two of you have spoken?” Baela asks.

“A while” Daerlyssa nods in response, her eyes widening when Aemond had looked up, his eye now meeting her.

Unsolved feelings and conversations lingered between the two, as they forget the company around them, as they continue to stare at one another.

It was more so that he hadn’t responded to her in a long time, that Daerlyssa continued to stare down at him, questioning whether or not he truly wished to be with her.

Yet Aemond could not stop staring, his feeling from within being clear that he had missed her very much. And to see her again, staring down at her with those soft eyes, and the colour of sea blue she wore that matched perfectly to her silver curls.

But he knew his reasons for not responding to her, and heard the sound of Alicent clearing her throat, having him turn his eye away from her, looking back down.

“He does not seem happy” Baela states, “i thought he’d be happy to see you, to say the least.”

“Well, I guess distance has caused us to drift” Daerlyssa looks down at her hands, slightly hurt, “but it does not matter. Nothing can ever progress. Father will kill me.”

“He would not, if he knew how much you love him” Baela responds, turning to face her, “all those ravens you have not yet sent, as you plead him to speak with you?”

“You read those!” Daerlyssa squealed in embarrassment as Baela chuckled.

…

Aemond took a glance up again, hearing the two girls chuckle amongst themselves, wondering what might have her so happy, before looking back forward, as Lord Corlys and Rhaenys had come to greet them.

But their greeting would not be gentle, with Daemon following behind them.

“What are you doing here?” He called out.

“Brother” Viserys let out a weak smile.

Daemon looks to Lord Corlys, the two then walking to the side to have a conversation amongst one another.

“Your brother, is our King” Corlys explains his reasons.

“The King who manipulated my daughter into a marriage that caused her to be sold away” Daemon responded in an aggressive whisper.

“I know” Lord Corlys nods, “but you can not say that he is not the grandfather to your children, Daemon. Your wife had also insisted it to be fine, to invite him.”

Daemon took a glance at Viserys, before letting out a frustrated sigh, “as long as he is away from my daughter.”

He turned away, walking off back inside, Lord Corlys then turning back to the King before walking back to stand beside his wife, welcoming them in.

-

“You must be nervous” Daerlyssa smiled at her brother, Jacerys, who stood adjusting his jacket.

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” Jacerys asks.

“Because your fingers are trembling” Daerlyssa responded.

“It is cold” Jacerys responds, looking at his sisters facial expression and let out a frustrated sigh, “I am not nervous!”

“Alright alright” Daerlyssa held her hands up in defence, “I believe you.”

…

It seemed Jace was ready, as everyone waited amongst the hall of the Velaryon house, everyone chatting amongst themselves but soon fall silent to the call of his name.

“Prince Jacerys Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Prince of Dragonstone, and Lord of the Tides.”

He seemed to have walked in on his own, Daemon and Rhaenyra walking behind and a couple of steps away.

Jace smiled nervously, but soon, his trembling had come to a calm, when his eyes met with his bethroed, Baela.

She gave him a smile, as did he, admiring her beauty, as did many.

“She looks just like her mother” Daemon whispered with a smile.

Jacerys had reached to face Baela, only a step away from her, before placing his hand out to her, and Baela accepting, as he led her back to middle of the floor, everyone sitting at their table or stood to the side.

They had started off with a dance, flowing with the tune to the violin that was played amongst the back.

Baela’s dress flowing in the direction she walked, both their eyes glued amongst each other.

Daerlyssa smiled, finding great joy in her brother and Baela, knowing the two were very happy amongst one another.

But it seemed her heart could not forget certain events.

…

"Skori dögri?" Daerlyssa asks him.

"What are you doing?"

Aemond responded, not with words, but by actions, as he began to circle her.

A motion dragons made, in order to claim their rider.

"Istan ao vesstãs bē?" Aemond whispered back, his eye dawning down upon her.

"Were you enjoying it?"

"Ao gevives mazigon issa rytsas" Daerlyssa defended her actions.

"You have been ignoring me all evening."

Aemond let out a soft smile, knowing he had been watching her the entire time, smitten by her presence, the moment she walked through those doors, wearing that dress.

"I wish to see you tonight" he whispered, "wear your cape and meet me outside."

"Where will you take me?" Daerlyssa asks.

"You will find out, if you make it to me tonight" Aemond responds.

He leaned his head toward her, as he took a deep breath in, noticing the smell of lavender that lingered on her soft skin.

Daerlyssa felt her cheeks burning, as she blushed, before looking toward Aemond as she watched him walk away from the crowd, and head out, leaving her in her own thoughts.

…

She smiled to herself as she recalled, as it felt the circumstances where just as much the same once again.

He had ignored her all evening, despite his looks from a distance, with Daerlyssa hadn’t caught.

“Why not speak to her?” Helena asks.

“Hm?” Aemond turns his head drastically, to face Helena, his nerves suddenly calming, “you know mother would not allow it.”

“She will be busy tonight, engaging in conversations with others. And besides, when have you ever cared of what she has to say?” Helena asks.

“She is our mother, and religion is very important to her. I disobeyed her religion by having Daerlyssa abed without marriage. I don’t plan to disappoint her and especially not tonight” Aemond responds.

“A conversation will not disappoint her. That is dramatic” Helena rolled her eyes, as she took a sip from her cup.

“Mother made her thoughts very clear, I-?”

“Look!” Helena turned to face him, stopping him from speaking, “love is a one time opportunity. Am I upset that I was oblivious to it? Yes. Was Aegon? Also yes. But we have gotten over it. And so will mother. But you can not let that stop you from speaking to her. In the end, you will lose a woman as good as her and will sit moping, and regretting.”

She placed her cup down as she looked at her brother in plea, “I am tired of seeing you with a pout as you mope around. I have seen that face for far too long and I wish it to lighten up.”

Helena then turned to walk away, when she noticed Baela and Jace’s dance had come to an end, and wished to congratulate them.

Daerlyssa, on the other hand, seemed to be engaging in conversations with the guests; male guests, to be specific.

“You look beautiful tonight, Princess” Royce Baratheon, a young Lord himself at the age of just twenty and two.

“Thank you, my Lord” Daerlyssa responded politely, despite not wishing to speak to him.

“Would you be interested in sharing a dance with me tonight?” He asks.

“Me?” Daerlyssa asks, looking around to see if her father could possibly pull her out of this situation, but it was obvious he had other matters to attend.

“You are a beautiful young woman, Princess. I would only be asking you” Royce responds.

“Well, I-?” Daerlyssa gives one last glance around, before her eyes met with Aemond’s, herself becoming nervous as she knew, he was witnessing what was going on.

Despite the two not speaking to one another, Daerlyssa held him with high respect, and in the end, had declined Royce’s offer.

“Unfortunately I can not, my Lord” Daerlyssa turns back to face him, “my father, he would not allow it. He does not allow me to be remotely this close to another man.”

“I see” He nods in response with a chuckle, “he is not wrong in keeping you away. Many men are monsters. And a Princess like you, it is best to keep you protected.”

Aemond continued to watch from afar, as the two smiled at one another.

Seeing her smile at him that way had caused him to turn his head away, out of frustration, not knowing that Lord Royce had headed off in one direction, and Daerlyssa in another.

He continued to stand alone, and had now drowned himself in two ups, despite only ever drinking one, every time, at a gathering.

“Prince Aemond” A woman had then called out to him.

Turning around to face her, he had come to a lady, pale as the snow that fell to the ground, amongst these walls.

Her eyes green as the hidden forests and her hair dark like the night sky.

There was only one woman to fit this description, and so he had gave her a smile back, “Alys Rivers.”

“I had just met with your sister. The Princess spoke quite fondly of you” Alys responded, “but she was right about one thing.”

“And what is that?” Aemond asks.

“Your face is glum” she spoke in truth.

Aemond let out a grin, “very straightforward.”

“Is there any reason for you to feel this way?” Alys asks.

“I am not glum” Aemond rolled his eyes, “my sister just speaks as though she knows me well.”

“My eyes tell me otherwise” Alys tilts her head, Aemond noticing her wish to flirt.

“Your eyes betray you” Aemond responds, a side smirk forming as he hints his acceptance with his eyes.

“My eyes tell me you are a young, handsome Prince who wouldn’t mind to take me for a dance. Do you say my eyes a deceiving me now?” Alys asks in a whisper, taking a step closer.

Aemond gives one last glance around, to find Daerlyssa nowhere in sight, and with the thought that she had gone off with Lord Royce Baratheon, had decided to accept Alys’ offer, “very well.”

The two made their way, arm in arm, whispers from some, who knew Alys Rivers to be a wet nurse, others knowing her to be a bastard to House Strong, and soon enough, whispers began to flow.

Aemond didn’t seem to care for the whispers, given that he was there to have a good time, whether it be a bastard he danced with, or a flock of sheep.

It was anything to get his mind of Daerlyssa, knowing she was in the crowd dancing beside Lord Royce Baratheon, but he was soon defeated in his own thoughts, when he has passed the young man dancing with another.

His smug smile had come to a frown, as he suddenly turned to look around, wondering where Daerlyssa was, and hoping she would not have caught him.

“It seems their opinions on bastards have changed” Luke whispered to his sister, as she looked at him confused.

Luke pointed his eyes out to the crowd, Daerlyssa turning her head to then see Aemond dancing with another.

Her heart dropped, as she noticed the two dancing with intimacy, their bodies close to one another, their fingers intertwined.

To think she had declined the offer of a Lord, for holding respect to the man who shamelessly danced with another woman before her.

“Sister-?”

“I need some air” Daerlyssa cleared her throat, looking away from him, to Baela, “if anyone asks, I am in my chamber.”

“Will you be alright? Do you need Rhaena, I can-?”

“No, no. It is alright” Daerlyssa responded, “I will be back soon.”

She rushed away, past the crowd, Aemond following her as his dancing had become a fail, stepping against Alys’ foot, when his concentration was elsewhere.

“You are not good at dancing” Alys complained.

Looking back down at their feet, Aemond then looked to her, a sudden realisation had hit him, “excuse me. Sorry, I have to go.”

Before Alys could ask where, Aemond had ran away, as he made his way past the crowd, of dancing people.

He broke up many, to try and get past, and did not care to apologise as he called out her name, “Daerlyssa!”

But she had continued to ignore him, as she found herself at the step of the door.

Aemond held his arm out to her, yet it seemed the distance was far too wide as he could not reach her and she had escaped out.

…

It was soon after that he had continue to run after her, reaching the gardens as he called out to her, “wait!”

But she continued to ignore him, running through the paths hidden within the trees.

He continued to follow along, until they had come to a stop, Daerlyssa stopping in her tracks and Aemond stopping behind her.

She kept her back facing him, not wishing for Aemond to see her, but he didn’t need to see her to know that she was upset, with the tone of her voice.

“Why did you follow me?” She asked.

“Daerlyssa?” He called out her name in question, his tone low but never threatening. No, he could never be threatening. Not towards a woman like Daerlyssa.

“You should leave” Daerlyssa sniffled, Aemond watching the movement of her hands as she lifts them up to wipe her tears, “I just needed some fresh air.”

“Daerlyssa I’m sorry, I should have never-?”

Before Aemond could apologise with an explanation, it seemed Daerlyssa didn’t wish to hear him, cutting off his words.

She believed he did not truly mean his apology, and it seemed he had come to move on from her. His apology, to her, only came from the scare of being caught.

“Do not apologise” Daerlyssa scoffed, “you are allowed to dance with whomever you please.”

The two fall silent, after Aemond had heard the disappointment in her voice, before making a bold request.

“Can you.. look at me?” He pursed his lips in grimace, waiting and yet she did not turn, “please, look at me.”

With a soft motion, Daerlyssa had turned to face him, yet her eyes stayed looking away, as he watched her hold her tears in.

“I know what you are thinking. And believe me-! Believe me, you have every right to be upset with me. Just let me explain” Aemond pleaded.

“You do not need to explain, nor am I a child to not understand” Daerlyssa responded, “it is fine. I am fine.”

“You are not” Aemond responds.

“I am” she sighed with a smile, fluttering her eyes as she turned to face him, “it is my brother’s engagement. I am happy for him, and completely fine.”

“Daerlyssa, please” Aemond begs for her truth.

“You may go back, to dancing with that.. woman” Daerlyssa responds, “and I will stay out here for the fresh air I had come for.”

She turns around to walk away, but Aemond had other plans in mind, holding her from her arm, as he twirled her back around.

“What of you and Lord Royce?” Aemond asks.

“The man I had denied a dance with, because I did not find the satisfaction in disrespecting you, after we have not spoken for so long?” Daerlyssa asks.

“If I had known you declined that offer-?” Aemond found himself rolling his eyes as Daerlyssa did not let him speak yet again.

“If you had known? The only reason you would stop yourself in dancing with her is to make yourself not look like a jerk. Either way, you are one!” She shouts back.

“I am not!” Aemond responds.

“Are too!” Daerlyssa points at him, Aemond letting out a sigh as he places her hand down.

“It is no wonder you have not responded to my raven. Whilst I believed you were busy with duties, it seemed your eyes were set elsewhere!” Daerlyssa scoffed.

“Do you truly believe me to be so bad?” Aemond asks, “because that is simply not true. I had only just met her today!”

“It would have not stopped you from speaking to other women within the city” Daerlyssa’s nose let out a little scrunch of annoyance.

And whilst Aemond loved her expression, he had kept his smile contained, “I am not a whore.”

“No?” Daerlyssa asks.

“No!” Aemond exclaims.

“Then why? Why ignore me, for the past few months. I have waited with no response from you. And then today? Not once did you look my way. Not until now!” Daerlyssa found her tears spilling out of annoyance on Aemond’s behaviour.

“My mother” Aemond responded, embarrassed that it was his reason.

“Oh to hell with it” Daerlyssa turns around to storm off.

“Daerlyssa!” Aemond called out in dissapointment.

“I hate you!” Daerlyssa turns back around.

“Oh you are insufferable” Aemond shook his head.

“Oh I am insufferable? You ignore me, you do not speak to me, then you flirt with another woman and dance with her. The only person insufferable is you, Aemond Targaryen!” She had felt herself shout ontop of her lungs, as Aemond stood back quietly.

Listening to it all.

A low smile on his lips, as he truly missed Daerlyssa; all of her. Including her outburst, such as this one here.

“What?” Daerlyssa asks.

The two stare at one another deeply, their eyes lingering down at each others lips and back into each others eyes, before Aemond had pulled her closer to him.

His hand pressed against her waist line, as he held her closely, her chest against his, and his lips against hers.

Aemond’s hand had lingered to get a firm hold of her face, as he deepens their kiss, with Daerlyssa then sliding her hands above his shoulders.

The touch of it was tender. Much softer.

Her hands continued to stay around his shoulders, before placing them above his chest, Aemond’s hand that cradled her cheek then held her jaw upward.

They stayed like that for a while, before Daerlyssa grew tired and frustrated, having being kept apart from him for so long.

Her hands had reached to the back of his neck, Aemond’s lips lingering down to her jaw shortly afterwards.

Daerlyssa let out a soft moan, as he continued down to her neck, her eyes fluttering.

But with all sudden, she had placed her hands back against his chest, as she began to force him back, and away from her.

“Aemond” Daerlyssa had whispered with so little voice, that he could not hear, “Aemond, stop!”

“What?” Aemond pulled himself back from her, looking with worry, “what is it? What happened?”

What worried him more with the terror in her eyes, as she looked over his shoulder having him turn around to meet the figure of one he did not wish to.

He was ready to confront what she had become terrified of, but had stopped himself in the jist to find Jacerys Velaryon staring back him.

And whilst he had managed to hold himself back, Jace did not, as a punch had landed on Aemond’s face, having him fall to the ground.

He laid on the floor, his ears ringing and himself slight dissociated from the alcohol he had consumed along with the harsh punches that began landing on his face, one by one, as Jace was sat above him, punching him from each side of his face.

With all the chaos, he could only recognise one thing; the sound of Daerlyssa’s screams as she cried out in terror, having him stop Jace from punching him, as he pushed him back.

Coughing out the blood of the harsh punches landed on him, he groaned in pain, looking towards Jacerys, “stop. You- You’re scaring her.”

His voice was strained from the immense pain, as he let his head fall back to the ground, dizzy from it all.

“Jace stop” Daerlyssa let out a sob, “please.”

But consumed with so much anger, Jace found himself back on top, a dagger in his hand as he held it up, holding Aemond from his collar.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t have your other eye out!” Jace shouts.

“Jace?” Daerlyssa looked towards the dagger as she whimpered, “Jace no! Please!”

“What is going on?” Rhaenyra’s voice was heard from the distance, before she made her way, noticing Jace’s stance, and immediately pulling him away.

Baela had followed after, noticing Jace, Aemond, and then Daerlyssa, who was stood to the side, frightened and in tears.

“Daerlyssa!” Baela approached her quickly.

“What is the meaning of this!” Rhaenyra raised her voice to her son, as she helped Aemond up.

But it seemed he did not want her help when he pushed her away, spitting out bloody once again, wiping his lips.

“Get her inside” Aemond spoke, his eyes directing to Daerlyssa.

Despite it all, it seemed the only care he had, was of Daerlyssa, who watched him leave, before looking at Jace with widened eyes.

With disappointment, she turned away, walking off.

“Daerlyssa” Baela called out, before turning to Jace as she looked at him disappointed, “what have you done?”

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[mk-wizard]

This is possibly the most random idea ever, but if I was to make a Shattered Glass version of Transformers One, the most crucial thing I would not change was Orion Pax and D-16 being friends, miners and their ambitions.

What I would flip is how each character's ambitions would be translated. D-16 accepting that he is a miner and wanting to focus on that would be flipped in a positive way in that he is humble, accepts himself and believes in hard work to get ahead. And he does want to get ahead, but the RIGHT way without skipping crucial steps and while playing fair. In other words, his mentality of "we're miners, we mine" is not him settling. It's him accepting that doing his damn job will get him ahead in life which technically, is not wrong. Hard work does get you ahead in life most of the time, but if the system is broken (which unfortunately it is), then you're justified in changing.

In Orion Pax's case, his ambitions of believing himself to be meant for something greater is rooted more in ego and delusion. He also takes not focusing on his work a lot further as he tends to sneak out way too much not to get into the archives, but to do stuff like gamble and such. That is another thing that separates SG Orion Pax from the other guy. He doesn't take risks as a leap of faith. He takes them solely out of foolishness and thoughtlessness. Also, his risks tend not to pay off. Most notably, he wants to get to fame, fortune and more the easy way as he feels a sense of entitlement to it.

Most notably, instead of there being an Iacon Race, there's an Iacon fighting tournament in the arena where it is an all out brawl and the last bot standing wins. A lot of bots suggest to D-16 that he joins because he's built like a tank and is as strong as one, but he's a pacifist and doesn't like hurting other bots. Plus, the risk of winding up dead or crippled does not appeal to him because the odds are still against him and he would rather be able to keep doing his job. One day, Orion enlists him without his knowledge or consent. In spite of not wanting to be there, D-16 WINS the fight because he is a natural fighter and survivor. It is also revealed that before he was a miner, he was a gladiator, but switched careers once he was able to buy his freedom. Even though he won, he is NOT happy that he did because of what he had to do.

The rest of the film plays out the same way, except the big moment. When D-16 is faced with shooting Sentinel... he freezes upon realizing how everyone around him is looking at him. It reminds him of how people looked at him with fear and like a monster when he was a gladiator, so he sobers and gives this speech.

"I hate you. You took my energy, my hopes, my life goals and my LIFE!! I want to kill you!... But I won't because if I do that, you'll take the one last thing I have: my dignity and I'm done giving you everything. And now that everyone sees you for the fake you are, you can't take anything from ANYONE anymore, so I'm going to let you live, BUT you're going to spend it giving back to the society you ruined. Starting with this."

Then he forcefully opens up his cog port and removes Megatronus' cog. As a side effect, Sentinel depowers into a pathetic weak looking little bot who dwarfs compared to D-16. That is when Orion suggests they use the cog to become the new leaders, but D refuses saying that he will not follow Sentinel's path nor will he reduce a true Prime's remains to a tool. This is when Orion has had enough of D-16 always holding him back, he fights D-16 for the cog and in doing so, pushes him off the ledge while he is still alive and falls into the abyss. While this is happening, Orion inserts the cog into himself and powers up before dragging Sentinel into the crowd. When he does, he watches them tear Sentinel apart with glee. Meanwhile, D-16 makes contact with the spirit of Megatronus who informs him that his code of honour, unbreakable spirit in the face of Deception and act of mercy has made him worthy in the eyes of Primus. In doing so, he gets rewarded with the Matrix of Leadership and dubbed as Megatron Prime, BUT he is also given the task of leading Transformers to a new age as the Autobot age is over and was one based on deception, so the new Transformers will now be called Decepticons.

Megatron Prime then faces off with powered up Orion, beats him and while he does, smashes his face in such a way that he completely destroys his lower jaw. Orion leaves with some guys, gets a mechanical lower jaw which also transforms into his mask and is pissed that the Matrix was given to Megatron. So he renames himself Nemesis Prime to symbolize what he is to his ex-friend now and to how HE should be Prime. Meanwhile, Megatron Prime honours his mission and does not forget about the people who supported him. The first thing he does is abolish the gladiator games and slavery.

PS: SG Elita-One is not a miner. She is a spoiled rich young woman who is one of Sentinel's many mistresses and a girl Orion had his eye on for a while. In the end, she goes with Nemesis because she's a gold digger and sees potential in him, and because even in this universe, she has fallen for him. I also call her Alita-Nill to differentiate her from her good counterpart. Megatron Prime has a girl too who is Nightingale (SG Nightbird) who is an aspiring singer and waitress as Maccadam's bar. As for B... he was always mute and is much more shy person. He joins Megatron because he was always so kind and protective of him like a brother figure. Also the "Rise Up!" catchphrase is turned on its head to be positive as in "Keep moving forward" or "Don't give up!"

What do you all think?

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! Could I please have an Eijiro Kirishima Yandere concept from MHA?

Sure! I hope I write him accurately ^^; Thanks for being patient! I kept losing my draft of this due to getting distracted so I am... frustrated with this a bit but oh well.

Yandere Eijiro Kirishima Concept

(Pro Hero AU)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Blood/Injury, Possessive behavior, Social isolation, Delusional behavior, Unhealthy power dynamic, Manipulation, Social pressure, Dubious relationship.

Since he was young, Kirishima has wanted to be a hero.

He's always been motivated by Crimson Riot and his peers.

Nowadays as a Pro Hero, he's grown his confidence and still seems to be just as excited as he was in high school.

He's a selfless man who has learned how to be defensive and offensive with his hardening Quirk.

Ironically... I feel Kirishima would be a soft yandere at times.

He's dedicated to you, his obsession and partner.

He wants to always be around to protect you, to care for you.

Despite wanting to portray himself as a manly macho man...

He also gets all soft around you because he just loves his obsession.

He's this big intimidating Pro Hero, yet you manage to make him so calm.

Regardless if you're officially dating or not...

You have Red Riot wrapped around your finger.

Even if it's just a crush, Kirishima still happens to get flustered just by looking at you.

He probably even pledges to look out for you before you even know it.

I'm not saying he's sappy all the time though.

For example, during hero work or meetings he tends to be the usual confident fighter willing to take on the strongest fights villains have to offer.

Yet when he's alone with you... his gaze stays on you as he rambles about how much he loves you.

It's hard for him to hold back how he feels.

Even if it was just a crush, he's probably going to confess rather quickly.

He wants to be a gentleman, he wants to be a man...

He'd try so hard as your boyfriend or even a husband if you let him get that far.

Yes, he's already thinking that far, like it or not.

It's like he already wants to have a family with you, often getting too excited and rushing his obsession into things.

He's affectionate, yes, but he can be a bit too much.

He's like an impulsive and excited puppy, thinking of all sorts of fantasies and sharing them with you.

Even when you aren't dating.

Kirishima has many date plans and relationship goals in mind...

The issue is he tends to overlook things.

Yanderes like Midoriya can spend days or months planning out dates and ways to win you over.

While Kirishima has plans... He gets too impatient.

He may be a gentleman...

But he rushes things way too often.

He'd tell you date plans, plans for the future, everything...

It's all very heartfelt and flattering.

Yet there's one issue.

He'll say them even when you aren't dating, which can scare you a bit.

After all... Dating a Pro Hero can be a lot.

Especially one as overly excited as Kirishima.

There's a good chance if someone saw you in public and asked if you're dating, he'd say yes.

He isn't going to hide his feelings!

Even if you're just friends at the time... much to your horror.

While most yanderes would hide their obsession from the public for their safety...

Kirishima isn't scared.

Anyone who comes to pick on Red Riot's partner is honestly... close to dead.

Kirishima is a protector, after all.

He'd intimidate anyone who approached you to hurt you.

He can easily go from sweet boyfriend to being a wall of a human real quick.

He doesn't tolerate anything getting in between the relationship he's building with you.

Kirishima making your 'relationship' public may push you to accept his feelings.

Which may or may not have been his plan since the start.

You can try to decline... But what will his fans say?

They'd be livid.

This would create social pressure for you, making you play along with Kirishima's little date plans.

Does he know what he's doing is wrong? Probably.

Does he feel guilty? A little.

But in the end... He has you.

He can make you happy, can't he?

Just... Just give him a chance... He'll be a good and supportive man for you.

He'll give you both a big house, he'll protect you...

Doesn't that sound nice...?

I mean... The 'good' thing is he's trying?

Unfortunately... He still very much forced you to date him through social pressure though.

He apologizes about it, begging you not to hate him for doing what he did.

You may have been willing to talk a while ago...

Yet you're continuously overwhelmed with him talking of 'plans for the future'.

Before you would've found this behavior cute from a boyfriend.

But this relationship is far from normal.

Even if you've only been together for a couple months, he keeps talking about marriage or something similar.

You could run, but you just know he'll drag you back with a confused pout.

Then afterwards he may just lock the doors and windows to the house, confused why you don't like him anymore.

It's hard for me to say whether Kirishima would kill or not.

I know he'd do anything to protect you, no matter how bloody he gets.

Yet he also has a reputation to keep up.

You could tell the press about what Red Riot has done.

But who will believe you?

You'd think this is bad enough...

Yet Kirishima gets jealous too.

It's usually tame, just some glaring with him clinging to you.

Although there's rare times you try to escape from him... which Kirishima takes poorly...

The other person soon breaks a few bones, bleeding on the ground as Kirishima plays it off as them hurting you.

He's a bit delusional, believing deep down you do truly love him.

Maybe at one point you did...

That was until he forced the relationship on you...

Now you couldn't leave him even if you tried with his fans.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Flag check

Sabbath crew.

Red flag, orange flag, yellow flag, green flag.

I have to mention that I have NOT copied this post and neither "fixed" it but it seems the misundersting was created so to avoid more of it, the first one to post similar post was @mixingandmelting

Wooin Yoo - RED FLAG

Type of guy to be into someone who challenges him. Not those shy, naive and predictable people that bores him to death - it won't be long before he starts thinking about them as a game rather than his partner. He likes someone who's cunning and intelligent, someone who will get him excited, someone whose company will be fun.

Even if he has type, he will hardly settle down for relationship. He doesn't even believe in bullshit like love, especially love at first sight (he believes in hate at first sight tho). He most likely sees it as weakness. Hence, if he falls in love, he'd start to deny it as much as he can - saying "love is waste of time." especially considering he's not good with emotions.

But when he realizes that he can't ignore that fact any longer, that he's unconsciously searching for that person everywhere he goes or how his heart does this weird skip - he'll be pissed. At himself. As if his friends aren't enough, now he has someone else to lose. And losing someone? He can't handle that well.

If he accepts it tho, then you're his and will be. You all can portray him as cheater all you want but imo, he's not the one to take relationship like one night stand and why should he cheat? He can just break up.

He loves playing around though, like saying something vaguely flirty and let you overthink whether he meant that or what he meant by that. He loves messing around with your head.

Arguments can turn into mind battles with him. Since he LOVES seeing his lover fired up about something. And when you call him out on his bullshit? He might as well just grin like he found someone worth his time.

Obviously serious arguments would tire him out and he'd just lie his way out without taking accountability whatsoever.

Big control freak. This guy loves having control in all aspects of life and that includes his relationships as well. You might as well expect absolutely unwanted checks up from him.

Manipulative. C'mon now, Wooin is cunning and deceptive. He knows what to say and when, he's expert in turning every situation to his advantage. I mentioned that he'd get away from arguments without any accountability whatsoever because yes, he lacks that. He'd make you think that you're the one in wrong. He loves you, he truly does, but old habits die hard.

Wooin is secretive and that makes it hard for you to know where you stand with him exactly. If you try to get closer to his personal life, his past specifically, he'll immediately shut you out. People close to him at some point will come to realize just how much they don't and will never know about him.

Emotionally unavailable. Vulnerability makes Wooin uncomfortable, he's too used to ignoring, numbing, deflecting and running away from his own to handle another's. In fact, his coping mechanisms are fucked up, probably even using adrenaline as a way to distract himself from his emotions. So, he really doesn't know what to do when his partner is sad, depressed and maybe even crying. He's not cruel enough to just leave - he will hand you the tissues, listen to you and stay with you if you wish to. But he won't be able to provide emotional support for you.

Has stalking habits. He might slyly ask your friends questions about you and get answers in return, he would stalk your social media, how you reply to comments, what you repost and etc. Or maybe he definitely coincidentally shows up whenever you go or absolutely coincidentally knows where you're planning to go. He'd get kind of irritated if you called him out for being too overbearing.

Jealousy. Definitely. Though, he wouldn't make big mess out of it like lash out at you for that or something. Rather, he'd joke about it, even though the amusement won't quite reach his eyes and he'd definitely gain domination over situation or get your attention.

Lack of future plans. Speaking in romantic sense, he definitely wouldn't plan for a marriage or proposing because for him, relationships are something that will pass, at some point. He wouldn't plan for marriage because he's scared of being tied to something in a way he can't easily escape, because emotions like love, sadness and etc overwhelm him and cause him discomfort because these feelings are something he can't control and hence, he can't trust them. He has trust issues, alright? He probably thinks the relationship between you and him will end one day but maybe deep down he thinks he hasn't deserved that kind of love. He has natural urge to move on. But if he is deeply hooked in the relationship, trust me he, himself, won't want it to end.

Worst of all? He's self-aware. He's aware of all the red flags he has and he'd make it sure to take it slow and at least give you an idea what kind of person he is, try to push you away, before you'll start relationship with him. Because he doesn't want his partner or someone to call him out on these traits but if you will, he'll laugh heartily. Didn't you know what kind of person you were getting involved with? You definitely knew he was drug dealer and not good person before entering in relationship with him so he thought his partner would know what they were getting themselves into. He has tons of red flags and he owns them, not try to change them.

Also, at some point, you are getting involved in his jobs.

Despite all these though, he can be more caring than he might let on.

Hyuk Kwon - RED FLAG

Type of guy who would want calm, grounded and emotionally mature partner. Someone who will understand him, not fix him. He's not type to be attracted to attention-seeking behavior. He'd want a partner who's loyal and genuine, bonus point if they're interested in cycling. That would satisfy him.

If Hyuk were to fall in love or take interest & be attracted to someone, he wouldn't waste his time overthinking it. He's a man driven by instincts, not logic. He definitely won't have mental breakdown and brainstorming about love like Wooin did. Which is hilarious because he seriously saw Wooin like that and was like "damn, couldn't be me." Alright jokes aside, Hyuk doesn't see love as weakness. If he cares about you, takes interest in you or get attracted to you then that's it.

Wooin said it himself that if he takes interest in someone, then no one can stop him. His obsessive behavior is still being highlighted in new arc and I doubt this behavior only applies to cycling. I'm sure this type of mindset will reach in his relationship as well. Despite this, he wouldn't force anyone to be with him.

A relationship with Hyuk isn't soft, gentle, clear and casual. It's overwhelming, sometimes confusing, it's all-or-nothing with him. You can try to be ignorant about this but there will be times when you'll question if he loves you or is simply obsessed with you.

However, he's so good at masking up his obsessive behavior and his toxicity that you wouldn't even know at first unless his masks finally will start to crack as thr relationship keeps on going.

Hyuk would accept you as you're but he would be controlling, not physically but psychologically. You'd start prioritising him over yourself before you even know it, his existence would shape your decisions sometimes, whenever he's acting distant - you would start trying harder to keep him, he might have hot and cold behavior in relationship which would confuse his partner.

He would drain you emotionally, like a vampire. At some point in relationship, his partner would feel emotionally exhausted and burn out very often - which is caused by his behavior, though it would be unintentional on his part.

Dating Hyuk would be like holding animal on the leash - except you don't hold the leash, he is.

For Hyuk, love isn't weaknesses but it's not just emotion either. It's not the butterfly feelings in stomach, or blushing and kicking your feet - it's addiction. It's addictive. His partner would be like his drug that he'd always come back to.

Hyuk doesn't bother to think about future in relationship that much, he's more focused on what's present. He won't say things like "I want to be with you forever" but he'll always come back to your arms like it's natural for him to do. But this means that he also might not be realising just how much effort he actually needs to put in the relationship.

His partner would have to be second-guessing whether he's upset or not because he won't admit it outright. He'll just act different than he normally is, maybe even giving you silent treatment.

Arguments with him? He's not even willing to listen. If Wooin lies his way out of it, Hyuk refuses to engage at all. He'd excuse himself by saying "I'm tired, so just let it go." And since he's not actively fighting, his partner would feel unheard and ridiculous for even bringing that topic up.

This guy doesn't care about his safety that much, at least when he rides. He rides like he has nine lives and that might be emotionally exhausting and terrifying for his partner because they'd have to constantly worry about his safety.

Similar to Wooin, he doesn't open up easily and doesn't know what to do when someone else opens up. He's unable to provide emotional support except awkwardly staying there and somehow trying to distract you like: "Do you want to ride together? You might feel better." He, himself, doesn't open up about how he feels. He's so used to Wooin just knowing how he feels that he never thought he'd even need to talk about it.

Hyuk also shows stalker behavior. He definitely would stalk your social media and maybe even show up to the locations where you are, claiming it was coincidence.

Low empathy. Because of this, Hyuk would have hard time reacting to and understanding his partner'semotions, their struggles and their reactions.

Hyuk isn't unfeeling psychopath, no matter how many people describe him as one, but he's selectively detached, he's capable of making exceptions but only for those he deems worhy.

Hyuk isn't someone to easily trust either. He's perceived as unreadable by most people and he's fine with it. Only exception is Wooin - who understands him better than anyone and anything - and Hyuk is alright with it. His trust is very selective, so if he lets you in his life, that means he's willing to try and trust you.

Being in relationship with Hyuk would be tiring because it would take lots of effort from your side, lots of sacrifice whether it's your morals or emotional stability, however, at some point, you'll feel like this relationship is not falling apart because of the efforts YOU give in, as he's not offering nearly enough himself.

Unlike Wooin, who wouldn't disappear on you out of nowhere but instead try to stick with you, Hyuk would be different. He's so secretive and even you don't know why but there are times when he just disappears into thin air. He's not answering your calls, he's not seeing your texts, you can't find him at his part-time job or his house, neither on playgrounds. When you reach his friends, they'd say that Hyuk does that often and that he'll be back tomorrow but they never gave you explanation.

Hyuk wouldn't give you explanation either, at least not the truth. There are parts of his life that you must not know, even though he makes you feel like you know everything about him but you don't. You only know what he wants you to know. And he's more than willing to lie if it will be necessary.

His sudden disappearances will start to feel normal because that's how he treats it. If you'll continue to question it, you'll only feel like you're overreacting.

Even though he's willing to trust you, he's still secretive about some parts of his life and that is because of your safety. But he doubts you'll understand that.

Instead of jealous, he's territorial. And there's big difference.

Hajun/Joker - GREEN FLAG

Hajun's type would be someone who's dating to marry, loyal, gets along with kids and animals, emotionally intelligent. But to be honest, he definitely isn't picky about his partner.

This guy dates to marry. No temporary relationships, no friends with benefits, no situationships. So, he'll definitely be planning future with you.

At first, he'll be little confused about his feelings but very soon, he'll realize that he fell in love. He'll keep it a secret for very long time but Hajun would give lot of efforts for you even in friendship.

He won't confess first because he can't imagine the reason why would you want to be with underground boxer that beats people up for money.

Strangers to friends, friends to lovers. Definitely. He won't date someone he only knew for one week or two months, he'll need much more time.

Provider. It's not only about money but also security, comfort and stability. Whether it's physical safety, emotional support, making sure you stay healthy like make sure you eat well or eat healthy food. Type of guy to buy you food/drinks that are full of vitamins.

He's not the type to expect you to do all the housework. He's responsible man who knows how to take care of himself so well and his loved ones.

Hajun is used to taking care of others, providing for them and giving more tham receiving when it comes to his family and definitely also his lover. So this would apply to relationships as well. At one point, you might feel like he's giving more effort than you.

He'd rather die than get you involved in his lifestyle. It's dangerous, violent, scary, bloody...Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if his crush would reject him because of that or if his partner would break up with him because of his jobs. But if you decide to stay, he'd do whatever he can to keep you out of it.

Joker is self-aware and pretty much able to reflect on his behavior and mistakes, his morals might be questionable but his intentions are good, he's able to feel empathy though it can be selective.

Despite this, he would find himself struggling to open up. He doesn't know how to put his feelings into words, at least not well. But as time passes, he'll start opening up more in his own way, he'd allow himself to be more vulnerable with you.

He tends to remember little and big things about you. Your birthday, your favorite flowers, your favorite music band, your favorite color, what you like and dislike, how you like your tea/coffee, what makes you happy and what upsets you. He's very attentive and thoughtful.

He's definitely protective but definitely not in controlling way. He'll defend you and stand up for you but he will never steal your freedom away.

Hajun is used to violence, solving problems with his fists, danger and adrenaline, blood and broken bones but this very guy would be gentlest human being with his partner.

He really hopes his brothers will like you and they did. Honestly, the sight of seeing you getting along with his brothers warms his heart so much.

His lifestyle would still cause problems in relationship though, no matter how hard he tries to don't bring violence in his family, his loved ones are still being affected. It'd be great if his partner would completely accept his lifestyle, even though it still would be emotionally hard to do so, but if his partner wouldn't be able to accept his lifestyle - that's fine too, he won't be able to blame you. The constant fear that he might not be able to make it home, that you will have to spend nights in hospital, praying that he will get better is mentally exhausting. On top of that, the risk of you being in danger is no less scary.

He's not that secretive to be honest. His partner would know almost everything about him.

Joker isn't the type to get jealous easily but if he will, I can see him getting more touchy than usual but wouldn't say anything.

Vinny Hong - YELLOW FLAG

His type is Yumi Lee. Yes, Yumi. It's canon ship and I'm not gonna start talking about Vinny with another woman. Nope. Never.

Vinny is very loyal, let's be honest. He would never cheat on Yumi. Sure, they're going through things right now but he would never disrespect her like that.

He felt like he wasn't giving enough to Yumi. He wasn't rich enough to buy her expensive gifts. It's shown in the manhwa too when Juwon and Vinny get introduced to each other by Yumi. He clearly wanted to gift her better things, give her something more.

He's jealous but instead of lashing out, he goes silent, like he becomes mute and clearly he stands on guard, dissatisfied. He wouldn't admit being jealous though.

He's clearly protective but not controlling or possessive. He definitely wouldn't make Yumi feel small or suffocate her with his protective behavior.

Unfortunately, his coping mechanisms are total shits. He can't cope with stress well, he might become more irritable due to that. He can't cope with sadness or depression well, he'll isolate himself. He's kind of self-destructive as well and doesn't open up that easily, hence that would cause big communication issues in relationship.

But still, if the timing would've been better, I'm sure Vinny would be Yumi's biggest supporter. He'd try his best to make her feel cherished.

He is secretive, considering how Yumi didn't even know his and his mom's situation. He just...can't open up. Again, communication issues.

Another tough on outside and soft on inside guy.

He might not open up easily but he would be Yumi's safe space to vent and he'd listen and try to comfort her. He definitely would be emotionally aware of her.

He'd notice and remember many things about her. Like her habits, hobbies, what kind of food she likes and etc. He'd know her coping mechanisms too.

I might post something else for Wooin & Hyuk too. Also, tagging @feelsclear @shintaru

[kittybiza]

28. WEDDING PROPOSAL

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T: Evan, marry me.

B: H-hey Tommy, this is not the time to joke--

Tommy grabs Buck hard from the gear jacket and tries to pull him close, but his strengh is not enough. His bloody fingers slip from the grip and stay still on the air for a moment, before going back down to the dirty floor.

T: Evan! *Tommy insists, gasping.*

B: Tommy, if you’re trying to make some melodramatic scene here, let me tell you none of us is going to die today--

T: I don't care!

B: You just injured your arm, baby, and I surely predict you some badass back pain the next days, aswel. *Buck smiles, nervous, wiping some sooty sweat from his forehead.* We just have to wait until Hen and the guys come and take your arm from under that beam, ok?

T: I'm not joking, Evan.

The air is heavy under a thick lay of dust, and the high remaining temperature makes Buck suffocate even more than the usual for a normal day at work. Although this day is nothing but normal. He takes Tommy's hand and checks him out again, for some other wound he might have missed. There's a few scratches here and there and Tommy's helmet can't be found, at least at first sight. He holds his hand firmly and cries on the inside, wondering why the hell did Tommy need to push him aside at the moment that beam gave up and almost crashed over him. And now is his own fault Tommy's arm is caught.

B: Save your breath, baby. Stay calmed, don't talk, and we're gonna get you out of here before you can count the buttons on your helicopter panel.

T: W-what? *Tommy smiles* That’s a lot of buttons.

B: Well, you better start soon, then.

The guys arrive one minute later, with a couple of members of the 217. They need to exit the old building as soon as possible, because the damage of the fire has compromised the whole structure. The first partial collapse was the one that took them where they are now.

H: Buck, give us some room to work.

B: W-what? No, I-I want to help!

E: Come here, buddy. You know the way this works. Move, now!

When Buck makes a move to stand up, Tommy’s hand grabs him harder. That sends a painful strike to all of his tired body, specially his arm. He talks with shaky voice next.

T: Evan, you... d-didn’t answer me...

Buck stares for a moment, and then around to all of the gathered team. Hen murmurs his name again, calling him back, but instead he leans close to Tommy and cups his face softly. Tommy's skin is covered in soot, sweat and traces of blood.

B: Ask me properly, Tommy. *Tommy smiles again, white teeth on dark skin*

T: Evan Buckley..., please, honor-- me and accept being my-- argh! M-my husband... Would you... m-marry me?

Chim lets go a muffled gasp of joy in the middle of the silence, as Buck leans even closer to leaves a tender kiss in Tommy's dry lips.

B: I... would be the one honored in becoming your husband, Tommy. Of course I accept. I love you so much.

T: I love you... too.

They both smile and a pain smirk draws on Tommy’s face. He closes his eyes strongly.

E: Ok, this is so lovely, guys, but we seriously have to take him out of here, Buck, if you want a full hand on your groom to put a ring to.

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@bucktommyfluffebruary

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[ann-writes-universes]

Archangel (AzrielxReader) REMASTER Pt. 4

A/N: Annnndddd the next parts will be NEW. Thank you all again, from the deepest parts of me <3

W/C: IDK prob like 4.3k again.

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Violence (As always let me know if I forgot anything.)

“So you’ve made progress with her?”

“Something like that…”

“I wouldn’t call it progress, Amren.”

“Shut up Azriel,” Amren spit in reply “She’s gotten better than when we started a month ago.”

“I worry about her being in that cabin alone.” Rhysand spoke from his desk, his hands folded under his chin. A crease had taken up permanent residence in between his brows since the beginning of this discussion with his friends and It was growing deeper the more they argued over the Beddor sister.

“We are with her nearly every day, Rhysand.” Azriel reminded him softly from his spot by the door. He leaned against the wall, lazily twirling Truthteller in his left hand.

“And when we aren’t, she writes us or bakes. It’s not like she’s going insane out there.” Amren chided, pulling her legs beneath her in the chair she sat in before Rhysand’s desk. She was staring him down, willing him to listen to her.

“Yes, but Feyre…”

“Feyre is not (y/n), Rhysand.” Azriel butted in, promptly stopping his motions with his blade to stare his brother down.

“Yes, I know.” Rhysand swallowed, narrowing his gaze on Azriel’s features. As always, they were guarded, hard to read. “But she worries.”

“If time is what the girl wants, give it to her.” Amren concluded, bracing herself on the arms of the chair as she made to stand up and leave. With a singular motion of his hand Rhysand dismissed her idea and had her settling back in her seat.

“Seal the room Az.” And with those words, a thick wall of shadows had encapsulated the room and all threes’ mental shields had been snapped into place.

“With it becoming increasingly clear that all three of them, gained something from the cauldron, I worry that Hybern will come after them. The cabin is safe but Feyre wants (y/n) here, for her own peace of mind,” He cleared his throat then and shifted uncomfortably in his seat “I feel like it would be good for yours as well, Brother.”

The males’ eyes met and Azriel’s jaw tightened. Amren glanced between the two of them, her eyes slowly widening.

“I didn’t even smell it on you Az.” She whispered, twisting her body to face him more fully. He was nervously flipping the blade around now, an emotion that didn’t suit his collected exterior.

“That’s because it hasn’t been accepted.” Rhysand spoke, his voice soft.

“Are you going to tell her?”

Azriel looked to the floor and sheathed his knife, a crease akin to Rhysand’s taking place on his face. After a moment he shook his head softly and ran his hands through his hair, he was agitated.

“No. No, I can’t.”

“You saw how that plan of action went for me… Feyre hardly spoke to me when I finally told her.” It was a gentle reminder from the High lord, but it irritated the spymaster none the less.

“Feyre and (y/n) are different, Rhysand. She has hardly accepted the fact that she’s a fae with capabilities we hardly understand. How do you think she would take it if I told her she was cosmically tied to me by the hands of a creator she doesn’t even believe in?”

Amren and Rhysand both went lax at Azriel’s words, understanding marked their features but a thick air of unease had settled over the room. Shadows picked nervously at Azriel’s shoulders, informing him that the other residents of the townhouse had grown anxious at the trios prolonged absence.

“Feyre wants to know what’s going on Rhys.”

“And I will tell her, but this is your decision to make.”

“No. Its not. Its (y/n)’s.”

Rhysand nodded grimly at his brother’s words and with a sigh he leaned back in his chair, twisting it to face the window that led out to the courtyard beyond. The snow was melting with the fast-approaching Spring and Elain’s flowers were struggling to bloom.

“She needs to know what kind of danger she is potentially in. If Hybern can track the couldron’s magic he will do everything in his power to get the three of them back.” Amren spoke, her eyes were distantly trained on the carpet, her hands tapping a mindless melody on the wooden chair’s arm. “I think it would be smart to train her in combat.”

“Absolutely not.” Azriel snapped, pushing away from the wall he leaned on.

“No… she’s right Az. We will do everything in our power to keep her safe, but war is coming wether we like it or not. Her magic is young and from what you both have told me, her ability to harness it is 30/70.” Rhysand’s eyes were distant too, mulling over the melting snow and muddy grass.

“I don’t think she’s ready to be thrown into a ring with Cas and taught to fight. She’s done enough of that.”

“And what happened to it being her decision?” Amren whispered, her gaze finally finding the wide-eyed stare of the Shadowsinger. “What about it being hers?”

---

The fire crackled in the hearth, warming the cabin and casting lazy shadows on the living room. From your spot on the couch, you watched with little intrigue as the light flickered about the room.

Joining in with the ember’s glow was a small white light, that zipped about and searched the cabin readily. From the outside, darkened windows would light up from within briefly before going dark once more. You watched this little light with a soft smile before calling it back to your palm, relishing in the warmth it created there before dying out.

“Impressive.” Amren cooed, happily stretched out on a chase lounge, mindlessly sipping the tea you had made for her when she had arrived moments before.

“Thank you, not sure how it’s useful but it’s kind of cool.” You replied, letting your gaze find hers finally. She was a picture of relaxation, splayed across the furniture, sipping her tea and twirling her short hair with a ringed finger.

“What is it Amren?”

“What do you mean?”

“Not that I don’t enjoy your company,” You sat up a little, shifting the blanket over your legs “But you’ve never come out here so late.” She smiled tightly at your words and sat up herself, bracing her forearms on her knees as she stared at you.

“How would you feel about coming back to Velaris?”

It caught you off guard, and she knew as much from the way your face blanked and your eyes shot to the fire once more.

“I know you still don’t feel ready but-“

“Im not.”

“(Y/n)…”

“Amren. I have enjoyed you and Azriel’s company. I have appreciated Rhysand and Feyre’s generosity but a part of me being able to heal is not having to watch them every day.” Your hands were fiddling with the frayed edges of the blanket, your mind slowly beginning to drift to a far away place.

“I understand, and I wouldn’t be asking you to return if I didn’t feel it necessary for your safety.”

Your stomach flipped.

“What the hell are you talking about?”                                                                                      Amren sighed and looked to the flames, running a delicate hand over the linen fabric of her pants. How was she not cold?

“When you and the Archeron sisters were… made. Hybern didn’t anticipate for the three of you to take things from the cauldron. Rhysand worries that Hybern will try and track your magic and…” She trailed off, a tight line replacing her easy-going smile.

“And what Amren?”

“And reclaim it.”

The finality in her words turned your spine into steel. With shaky hands you tossed the blanket aside and stood. Your hands rubbed over your face and suddenly your mind was racing with millions of questions.

“Will he?”

“Hmm?”

“Will Hybern try and take it from me?”

“We don’t know for sure, but Fe- Rhysand thinks it would be safer for you in Velaris, its impossible to penetrate those wards and its closer to us if anything were to happen.”

You nodded and crossed your arms over your chest. Mulling over the possibilities and the smart thing to do.

No part of you wanted to be surrounded by seawater and concrete again and yet, the possibility of being in that house, watching as your dream was lived by someone other than you seemed just as suffocating. Amren watched as you paced the room, giving you time to think and praying that Azriel wasn’t freezing to death wherever he was outside.

You had summoned that little light again, and it was flitting nervously about the room. Soft plink, plink, plinks sounding each time it careened with a window and bounced off of it. Summoning it back to you, you let it dance between your fingers, grounding yourself in the warmth it produced.

“I’ll go.”

“You will?”

“I’ll go.”

“Rhysand has offered for you to stay in the house of Wind. It’s away from the city and large enough for you to have privacy. He has also asked if you would be willing to train in self-defense with Cassian.” Amren was standing now, watching you with a soft smile. It was encouraging, bordering on pleading.

You nodded your head and urged the light to die away in your palm, the warmth quickly receding.

“When will we leave?”

“Tonight.”

--

The House of Wind was breathtaking.

Cassian had flown you in, and you had been met with Rhysand who gave you a private tour of the luxurious quarters you would be living in. It was open, airy, and entirely unlike the cramped space you had envisioned when Amren explained that it was built into a mountain.

That little revelation had nearly made you change your mind, though now you were glad you hadn’t.

“There are sparring grounds on the roof where Cassian will train with you. Nothing too insane I promise.” Rhysand chuckled, guiding you back to the main living space. Jasmine and clean linen permeated the air, and the warming breeze of the spring was drifting through the open windows.

“No one else is staying here, correct?”

“No one who will bother you. Cassian lives here year round, and per Elain’s request Lucien has been sent here for some… distance.”

You nodded and sunk into a chair in the living area the tour had stopped in. Rhysand perched on the arm of a chair opposite of you and folded his hands on a knee. His brows were furrowed as he watched your eyes roam over the room, your shoulders slumped and your teeth mulling over a hang nail anxiously.

“Whats on your mind?”

And when you caught his gaze a breath snagged in your throat. It looked the same as it had that night in your family home. Concern, if not pity, was flashing in those violet eyes and you looked away from them, a hard knot forming in the center of your chest. Clearing your throat, you shook your head and forced a smile. It felt out of place, plastic on your features.

“Nothing. A bit tired and overwhelmed is all, thank you for the tour, I think I will be going to bed now.”

He didn’t push the subject any further, but as you stood and made your way to the room, he had deemed yours, you felt a pair of eyes boring holes into your back.

--

 “Please quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Azriel replied, lazily leaned against a rocky wall in the hallway.

“Like Im some kind of four eyed freak.” You grumbled, shoving past him towards the stairs. Your hair was braided neatly and the trousers and top you wore were tightly fitted, a sharp contrast to the oversized knits you had been sporting since your arrival in the Night court.

‘Not having fabric in your way is more conducive to noobie training’ Cassian had said the night before. Though part of you felt as though it was some plot to see if you were actually shaped like something other than a worn out cardigan.

“Ive just never seen you so….”

“Defeated?”

“Encouraged. I have never seen you so encouraged.”

You stopped, a foot on the stairs and turned halfway to face him. He had followed you, light on his feet as ever and was stopped a few paces away from the stairs himself. His brow was creased and those almond-colored eyes were searching yours, for what you weren’t sure.

“Azriel, what the fuck does that even mean.” You replied, a brow raised.

“Just that you don’t look entirely miserable about a five AM training session with the biggest Illyrian known to man. You look almost… excited.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, hyper aware of his shadow as you began to ascend the stairs to the roof. Excited was certainly not the word to describe the feeling you had as you were met with the gentle glow of the rising sun and the bright beam of Cassian’s smile.

Terrified would be a better term to fit the current mood.

“Have you ever played with Knives before?” Cassian questioned from his place on the roof.

Yes, terrified.

“This ought to be great.” Azriel grumbled, moving to his seat outside of the sparring ring. He was meant to mediate, make sure you didn’t get killed. You had thought that notion absolutely absurd when he brought it up first thing in the hallway, but as Cassian unsheathed a knife from his thigh and turned his wolfish gaze on your frame, you stiffened.

Yes, terrified was a much better word.

“Do I look like someone who has played with Knives much?” You choked out, swallowing thickly. Had your throat been this dry all morning?

Cassian ran his eyes over you, no doubt taking in the absurdity of the way you looked. Some weight had begun to return to your frame, but by no means had your figure recovered from the past year. In comparison to the general you were tiny, fragile. His brows furrowed and his smirk loosened to a softened smile. Sighing he sheathed the knife and walked towards you, his hands on his hips. 

“No. No you dont.” He glanced at Azriel, who merely shrugged and leaned back in his chair, basking in the rising warmth of the morning sun. His wings were splayed behind him and his arms were folded tightly across his chest. “Thanks for the help, Brother.” 

You watched the two of them, your own arms crossed over your chest protectively. Cassian seemed to be weighing his options, trying to figure out how to teach you something when you knew absolutely nothing. His brows were furrowed tightly as he thought and he had taken up a position similar to yours, arms crossed over his chest, legs stanced as he leaned into his hip. 

You were growing antsy, anxious at the thought of being helpless in even such a docile situation. Azriel was in his own world, eyes closed and chest rising slower and slower. Great, you had bored him to sleep and Cassian looked pissed because this seemed to be wasting his time. 

With no further thought you shot forward, using the size difference between you and the general to snatch his sheathed weapon and duck away from his swinging arm, a violent habit encoded in his warrior brain. 

“What the fuck?!” He shouted as you crashed to the ground on your knees, clutching the blade in your left hand firmly. You were panting, absolutely in shock you had pulled that off. Cassian had spun towards you and was staring at you wide eyed. 

From his spot, Azriel opened a single eye and chuckled at the sight before shutting it once more. Standing, you dusted off your knees and handed the blade back. 

“Now. Please quit standing there and teach me something.” You huffed, resting your hands on your hips. Cassian stared down at you, the blade resting in his hand loosely. Spinning it back into place at his thigh he merely nodded and motioned for you to step into the ring. 

“Well little Beddor. We’ll start with defense since you apparently have a death wish.” 

–

Pain. 

Every fiber of your body ached and groaned as you walked down the stairs. It had been four hours of training on the roof, a “short” day Cassian had said. How he was so unfazed, trailing behind you, you were unsure. At some point he had discarded his shirt and the only sign he had even been outside was a slight glimmer of sweat on his toned chest. Azriel had stayed the entire time, watching, sleeping, and making comments on form and technique when he thought necessary. 

“You did well (Y/N).” Cassian spoke, clapping your shoulder with a firm hand. You winced at the impact but nodded and bid he and Azriel farewell before slinking to the safety of your room. All you wanted was to peel the sweat sticky clothing off of your body and run a bath. Every inch of your skin was caked in red dust from the roof and the grime was beginning to make your head spin. 

Halfway through stripping off your pants, shirt discarded in a corner, a knock sounded at your door. Before you had a chance to yell it was creaking open, had you even closed it all the way?

“(Y/N), Cass wanted to know if you needed any-” Azriel stopped speaking. Your spine was rigid. You were faced away from him, an arm crossed over your chest, the other clutching the top of your pants tightly. 

Slowly, you turned your head over your shoulder, just enough to glance at him. He was halfway through the door, a hand on the handle and the other loosely hanging by his side. His wings were flared and his eyes were wide, nearly black from how blown his pupils were. He drug his eyes down your frame, every so slowly before dragging them upward once more. Swallowing thickly he shut his eyes tightly and turned his head towards the hallways. 

“Gods, Im sorry.” He choked out, moving to shut the door enough for you to have privacy. “Cass just wanted to know if you needed a poultice for soreness?” 

Cheeks heated to a new extreme, and hands shaking you turned away from the door and swallowed deeply. “Yes. That would be great. Thank you Azriel.” 

The spymaster didnt even deign a reply, he simply shut the door. Dropping your arms you let your pants fall to the floor and released a breath you were unaware you had been holding. 

–

“You walked in on her changing? So what. It was an accident Az.” Cass huffed, ducking away from his counterpart's swing. Azriel raised a brow and rolled away from the countering swing of the general’s leg. Catching his calf mid air, the spymaster stood and swept his partner to the ground. Chuckling when Cassian made impact and his breath was knocked clean from his chest. 

“Yes an accident but still…” Azriel panted, reaching out a hand to help him up. “I keep replaying it in my head.” 

“Well now you sound like a fucking creep.” Cassian countered, accepting the hand gratefully. Both males were sweating and panting like animals. The sun was baking the roof and their shirts had long been discarded. They had opted for hand to hand this training session, their weapons glimmering in the light, had been discarded as well. “She’s a pretty female, I’ll give her that. When was the last time you got some anyway Az? Maybe she’s the perfect outlet fo-” 

Azriel didn't even let him finish. All technique flew out the window and the shadowsinger lunged at his friend. The two males fell to the hard clay beneath and Cassian was firmly pinned beneath the press of Azriel’s knees. 

“Dont even fucking say it.” He growled. Cassian raised his arms above his head in submission and watched as Azriel stood, a brow raised. 

“What? I didnt mean anything by it, it was a joke.” Cassian sputtered, rising to his knees to catch his breath. Azriel was faced away from him, tugging his shirt on and strapping his blades back to his body. His shoulders were taught and any emotion once readable had been steeled away. “You act like she’s your-” 

Azriel cut his gaze towards his friend. There was a fire there that Cassian had not seen since they were children, fighting for their lives in the war camps. And then it dawned on him, his shoulders slumped and his mouth fell open in shock. “Brother- how long have you known?” 

Azriel turned away from Cassian once more and busied himself with the buckle of his belt. “Since the continent.” Was the only answer he gave before making his way towards the stairs. Cassian wasted no time in following him, haphazardly grabbing his shirt and belongings as he passed them. 

“Does she know?” He pressed, struggling to keep up with the brisk pace Az had set. “Are you going to tell her?” 

Azriel spun around to face him at the door to the stairs, a hand raised in his face. 

“No Cas. I’m not going to tell her. And I will fucking kill you if you do.” 

“I would never.” He spoke, the males shared a look before Azriel merely nodded and made his descent. 

Cas watched him leave, his shoulders slumped and his items hanging loosely in his hands. A small light zipped into his view, and bobbed there. His brows creased and he reached for it, only to be burned upon contact. 

“What the fuck?” He whispered, stepping towards it. As he approached it slowly made its way towards the stairs before blinking out of existence entirely. 

–

You were sitting up in bed, legs crossed and hands pressed firmly into your knees. Eyes closed, forehead creased, you had never focused on that little light harder. In the cabin, it had been able to provide you glimpses of what it had seen, like highlight reels from the outside world. Now, as it made its way through the House of Wind you practiced grasping onto that information. 

Focusing hard enough you gathered that it could show you, and tell you. You heard the conversations of the servants as it zipped through the kitchens, the whispers of the maids as it tiptoed through faelights in different rooms, and the clanging of metal as it approached the roof. 

“Brother- how long have you known?”

“Since the continent.”

“No Cas. I’m not going to tell her. And I will fucking kill you if you do.” 

“I would never.”

Your eyes snapped open and that little light reappeared before you. It bobbed and spun in its place, like a dog happy to see its master after a long day’s separation. With a thought it blinked out of existence and you stared at where it had been without really seeing. He had known what? Had deigned not to tell you something? Azriel was your friend. Yes that much had been made clear over the weeks he had been with you at the cabin. The jokes and the conversations held in the safety of that wooden dwelling between the two of you and Amren. And yet he was hiding something that seemed important from you. 

Swallowing thickly you stood from the bed and made your way to the desk. Scribbling quickly onto a piece of paper you concentrated on willing it away into the awaiting hands of its receiver. When it disappeared into that mysterious universal fold you sunk into the desk chair and stared out the window. Awaiting its return. 

–

It was noon the following day when that tricky little spot in the universe reopened and your reply floated lazily onto the foot of your bed. Hair still sopping wet from your bath you ran forward and clutched it in your palms. Your slick skin smeared the ink but the letters were legible. 

“Mistress Beddor, I am delighted to hear from you. Smart of you to call in your favor, please allow me a week's time to find everything I can. Until then I will send a formal invitation  to  Rhysand requesting you visit my court. Best wishes until we meet - H.” 

Amren had made it clear in her lessons how guarded the High Lord’s were about their abilities, and yet you remembered the information she shared. Helion was the Spellcleaver and his court was famed for knowing a little about a lot of things. 

Azriel and Rhysand’s inner circle may have decided to keep things from you but Helion owed you a favor. If he could help you find out anything about this new life of yours, you were damn sure going to cash in on the favor he owed. 

You dressed quickly and made your way to the roof where you knew Cassian would be.

–

“You want me to take you where?” Cassian huffed between blows, a young male was currently sparring with him, exerting all force against the General who was barely breaking a sweat. You rocked back and forth on your toes, hands clasped behind your back. 

“To town. I would take myself but…” You trailed off and gestured to your back where you lacked a very useful set of wings. Cassian pursed his lips and thought momentarily before nodding. With one swing of his arm the young male before him was flat on the ground gasping for air. Cassian chuckled at the sight before exiting the sparring ring. 

You raised your brows in question as you watched his partner struggle back to his feet. Cassian only shrugged and pulled his shirt back on. 

“What?” He smiled, raising a brow to mimic your expression. You smiled tightly and shrugged it off. “Why do you want to go to town?” He threw the question over his shoulder as he made his way downstairs, highly aware of you hot on his trail. You only smiled and shook your head. 

“I'm feeling- adventurous I suppose.” 

“Okay then…” He muttered. He rounded the turn towards the living quarters and stopped momentarily, effectively having you run into his broad backside. “If you’ll give me five minutes lady Beddor, I am going to clean up and then I will take you to town.”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, watching as he disappeared into his room. You were thankful he agreed to take you, but you couldn't help replaying the conversation you had overheard. What in gods’ name did he know that he wasn’t telling you?

Patience

A small voice in your head commanded. 

All will be seen in due time.

–

“I'm still confused as to why you wanted to come down here.” Cassian spoke up from around a bite of his food. He was strolling slowly beside you, watching you from the corner of his eye as you took in the sights of Velaris. You were wide eyed and slack jawed like a child in a candy store. 

The music, the smells, the colors… It had assaulted your senses and overloaded you in a way that you had not been overwhelmed since Under The Mountain. But this- this overbearing feeling was different from the sweat and death of that place. Velaris was air, and light, and life. It was exploding with so much life and hope that it had you nearly misty eyed. Why had you not ventured here sooner? 

“I was curious. A little sick of looking at it through a window.” You replied, turning your head as you walked to face him. He nodded and looked forward, shoving his now food-free hands into his pockets. His expression was unfocused, like he had something on his mind he was afraid to voice. 

“What is it?” You prodded, gently nudging his arm with your elbow. 

“What do you mean?”

“You want to ask me something. So ask.” 

He sighed and trained his gaze on the street before you, gently guiding you out of the way of oncoming children who were giggling and chasing a ball. 

“What was it like… down there? Rhys- he doesnt… He doesnt talk about it with us.” His voice was hushed, as though he was scared to talk about it too loudly. You swallowed thickly and looked to the Sidra. 

“It was, without a question in my mind, the worst thing I will ever experience in my life.” You began, shoving your hands in the pockets of your coat. “I went there as a girl, and left as some twisted form of a woman.” 

Cassian’s jaw tightened, and the two of you came to a stop on a bridge over the Sidra, watching the water move and the lights twinkle on her surface. He was silent, letting you tell a story you had yet to utter to anyone but your nightmares. 

“I uhm… I kind of forced myself to disappear I think. I blocked a lot of it out, prayed it was a nightmare.” You chuckled then, an action that had him slicing his eyes in your direction. “Sometimes I still think I’m gonna wake up in my bed to my little brother screaming at me to wake up and play.” 

Cassian smiled tightly and spoke softly, “You had a brother?” 

Your brows creased and you nodded with a smile, as if he should have known, “Oh yeah… yeah I had one.” And somehow saying it that way, like it was in the past cut you deeper than a knife. You were crying, the bite of the air stinging your wet cheeks. 

“His name was Adam. He wasn't even ten yet- just a little boy. But uh… Yeah. Yeah, I had a brother.” And there was some kind of sick finality in the way you said it that had Cassian slumping and leaning his weight backwards against the bridge railing. Your elbows were propped against it, gaze trained on the water below. 

“Tell me about him.” He whispered, and when you looked at him his eyes were intent on your own. Genuinely curious about who Adam was, who he was to you.

You laughed, a broken noise cut with a sob. But you were grateful, grateful someone was asking about him. Who he was. And so, as the citizens of Velaris bustled by and the afternoon wasted away to evening you told Cassian about a little boy who’s birthday fell on the Winter Solstice, his pony named Chelsie, and his dream to become the captain of a great Naval ship one day. And Cassian listened as you cried, laughed with you, and while you may have been imagining it… it felt like he was mourning too. Grieving the loss of a little boy he had never met but now knew through stories.

He had a secret to keep, that you were sure of, but you were grateful to him at this moment for allowing you to remember your sibling in the way he should have been remembered. Not in the way that Amarantha had wanted you to remember him. 

You were giggling over a particularly fond memory when your quaint disposition was interrupted by billowing shadows and a soft wind. Azriel stood, shoulders squared and eyes narrowed on Cassian who fell silent and tight lipped upon his friend’s arrival. 

“Rhysand requests your presence at the town house.” He spoke, glancing between both you and Cassian. 

“We will be there shortly, Brother.” Cassian replied

“Immediaetly.” Azriel’s words were clipped, drawn tight as a bowstring. He relaxed when you smiled tightly and clapped your hands, relishing in the warmth that immediately flowed to your cold-stiff fingers. 

“Well then, escort me to the High Lord, boys.” 

–

Rhysand sat at his desk, a lamp softly illuminating the room in a warm glow. His legs were kicked up on the oak and his hands were clasped behind his head. He was the feline picture of relaxation when your trio entered his office. 

The curtains were pulled back and the windows open, the welcoming sounds of Velaris drifting on the breeze and filling the room. Upon your arrival he offered you a seat, one you gladly took, and motioned to his desk. 

A letter, golden as the sun, lay open on his desk. It's perfectly rounded wax seal had been torn neatly and its contents lay splayed on the surface. Azriel and Cassian had taken up twin positions on either side of the door, and a muscle was thrumming tightly in the Spymaster’s jaw. 

“It seems as though you are quite popular amongst our sister court.” Rhysand spoke, knocking his legs down and leaning forward in his seat to look at you. Feigning innocence you cocked a brow and leaned backwards in your seat, a picture of perfect confusion. 

Humming he drummed his fingers on his desk, “Helion has requested your presence in the Day court for a week, should you be willing to go.” You heard Azriel scoff and then the muffled sounds of a struggle as Cassian elbowed him deeply in the ribs. A quick look from Rhys and the noise settled. 

“For?” You questioned, keeping up with the game you had begun to play days ago. 

“That- I am not sure of. (Y/N)... I am not positive that this is the best idea.” He raised, leaning backwards in his seat once more. 

“Why not?”

Rhysand looked to Cassian and Azriel behind you and sighed deeply. 

‘You are seeking answers to questions you do not really want answered.’ 

His voice was echoing through your head, a quick glance at the men behind you confirmed they had not heard it. When you returned your gaze to Rhysand your brows were dropped and the demeanor you held was gone. 

“How do you know I don't want them answered?” You replied aloud, not quite sure how to accomplish the trick he had pulled. 

‘Because I know the answer, and you are not ready to hear it.’

He had audacity.

You nodded tightly and stood from your chair. Dusting imaginary dust from your pants you made for the door. Cassian and Azriel made way for you and with a hand on the knob you turned over your shoulder to look at Rhysand. 

“Tell Helion I will join him for the week.” Nodding curtly, he glanced between his brothers who looked utterly distraught. 

“And Rhysand?”

“Yes?”

“You don't get to decide what im ready for.”

You left then, keenly aware of the raised voices behind the door as you slammed it that raised for moments before the room was sealed. As you walked down the hall you slowed. Were you really ready for this? 

Answers, yes. Those you needed, craved. But a court entirely foreign to you? With a High Lord who “owed you a favor” but had been responsible (to some degree) for the death of your sister?... No. You could not think of that. Helion had the capabilities to help you, and was willing to try and figure this out for you. And he had been sorry. Remorse would never bring Clare back, would never change that final image of her hanging from a wall- but it softened the blow somehow. Made that pill easier to swallow when you thought of his pain, begging Amarantha not to make you watch. 

You would go to the Day Court, you would ruffle Helion’s feathers, and you would figure out what the fuck the Night Court was guarding so tightly. 

“(Y/N)?” A soft voice called from behind you. Elain was in a pale pink dress, hands crossed in front of her, a cautious smile on her pretty face. 

“Hi Elain.” It had been a long time since you had seen her. One? Two months? Something like that you were sure… 

“I didn't realize you were back.” She spoke, moving towards you slowly. You crossed your arms across your chest and nodded gently. The way she was approaching you like you were some kind of wounded animal made you want to profusely apologize for the scare you had given her all those weeks ago when you nearly took the house down to its foundation.

“Yes and No. I’m… Im not staying.” 

“Oh-”

“I leave for the Day court tomorrow.” You spoke quickly, afraid she would beg you not to leave. Something in the softness of her doe eyes made you think that request would be a hard one to say no to. 

Shock and confusion overtook her features, and as she opened her mouth to speak the door to Rhysand’s office flew open. Azriel stalked out and slammed it behind him, hardly making eye contact with you or Elain as he stormed down the hall, teaming with anger. Cassian and Rhysand emerged shortly after, wearing twin looks of defeat and exhaustion. 

“What happened?” Elain whispered, glancing between the two males. Rhysand waved it off and Cassian shook his head before looking at you. 

“Ready?” He questioned, practically begging to get the fuck out of that house. You nodded in reply and bid goodnight to Elain before following him out of the house. The flight back was quiet, Cassian’s mind was clearly preoccupied. You didn't mind the silence, finding solace in your own thoughts as you thought over the next week.

When you returned to your twin abode the male let you down gently on the balcony before trudging inside and promptly filling a crystal glass full of whiskey. You watched as he downed the shimmering liquid and replenished his glass. Keenly aware that you were watching, the general filled a second glass knuckle deep and motioned for you to take it. 

“(Y/N)...” 

“You wont change my mind Cassian.” 

“Why do you want to go so badly?” He prodded, slouching down into an arm chair not far from the balcony doors. You didn't reply, just took a drink from your glass and sat down. “Other courts- they arent like this one, Beddor.”

You scoffed into your drink, he had just answered his own question. 

“They are going to say things about us to you that arent true. Lies that will make us sound… evil.”

“And who am I to call them liars? I have seen nothing of this court but one city and a cabin in the middle of nowhere.” You snapped, cutting your gaze to him finally. Your words slapped a look of defeat on his features and he sighed. 

“You have seen a city that has been kept  secret for centuries. The Night Court the rest of Prythian knows is not one worth knowing.” And with that he finished his second drink and bid you goodnight. 

-

“Not no but hell no.” You spoke, words laced with steel. Feyre sighed and Rhysand rubbed his temples slowly. You could hear Cassian chuckling down the hallway and Azriel just stared at you as though you had killed his first born. “He isnt coming with me.” 

“You cant go alone, and Cassian’s reputation amongst other courts precedes him in the worst ways possible.” 

“Hey, fuck you man.” 

“Cas you aren't even allowed to enter the summer court.” Feyre mumbled with a smile. Cassian only scoffed and returned to whatever it was he was doing moments before. You looked between them all, dumbfounded. 

“I cant bring Amren?” You offered, grasping for straws in an empty cup.

“No. Amren is to stay in Velaris. You will bring Azriel, I'm sorry but I cant send you there alone. I have no clue why Helion wants to see you and i'm not risking you getting kidnapped by Hybern because you can't fully protect yourself without running the risk of being tracked.” If your words had been steel, Rhysand's were obsidian, honed and sharpened to a lethal edge. And you knew he was right, you were still possibly a target, and an expensive one at that. Yet the company of the shadowsinger would make your quest for knowledge difficult, if not impossible. 

The way he and Feyre looked at you made you heed his words and agree to the conditions of your stay at the Day Court.

“We’ll Winnow in, Helion is already expecting our arrival.” Azriel spoke then, stepping forward. There was an emotion in his amber eyes that was almost palpable- anger, confusion, and hurt mingled together and showed themselves to you briefly before his face was once more a mask of cool composure. He held out an arm and with a wave at Feyre and Rhysand you took it gratefully. 

Arrival at the Day Court was immediate- so much so that you nearly emptied your breakfast onto the cobbles below. Winnowing was still completely out of your wheelhouse. It left you feeling sickly and out of place when it ended. How useful- yet how strange it was. Azriel clasped your shoulder and raised a brow. 

“Are you alright?” He questioned, concern laced in his tone. Bent entirely in half you braced yourself on your knees but offered him a thumbs up and an offset groan. Azriel grimaced and patted your back gently, straightening quickly when the booming voice of Helion was heard approaching. 

“Mistress Beddor, travel has not suited you?” He asked, stopping before the two of you by a few paces. He was flanked by two women, dark in complexion and so stunningly beautiful that you had to avert your gaze. Helion looked much healthier than the last time you saw him. His dark hair was glossier, face fuller, and skin glowingly healthy. He donned a crown of gold that resembled the sun, wow- he really had gone all out for this.

“Im alright.” You replied, straightening your posture and nodding in greeting to Helion and his courtiers. Noticing your gaze Helion smiled and moved out of their way. 

“(Y/N), these are Misae and Suma.” The women (who you had effectively decided were sisters) smiled, revealing shining rows of perfectly white teeth. “They will be taking care of you during your stay.” Without a word they curtsied and in a flash they were gone, the quiet whisper of their golden skirts the only proof they had ever been there at all. 

“Your wraiths never fail to terrify me.” Azriel commented, stepping forward to shake hands with Helion who merely shrugged and chuckled. 

“Wraiths?” The men turned to look at you, both wearing a mask of confusion before Azriel’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat. 

Easy to forget you had not always been a fae. 

“They are like us, but not.” Azriel began.

“Appearance wise they are fae, metaphysically… well they just-” Helion tried to finish and it was almost painful trying to watch the two of them explain something that you didn't understand. 

You hoped this conversation was not a peek into the rest of the week. 

“Anyhow, Misae will return to take you to your room. Please feel free to rest and become acquainted with the palace. I have several meetings to attend and will not be able to rejoin you until dinner. Azriel, if you would join me?” Helion spoke, effectively dismissing you to speak with Rhysand’s emissary. 

It was a slap in the face almost, to be disregarded and thrown off so quickly into your visit. But something in the tightness of Helion’s shoulders, and the tentative nature to his smile made you feel as though he wasn't quite ready to be alone with you. You watched as the men strolled down the cobbled path lined with fruit trees and golden street lamps. 

“Shall we?” A female voice uttered from behind you. It was disjointed, ghostly in a way that made you jump and turn to the woman with a start. It was Misae, smiling softly and tilting her head. Her dark braids fell across her shoulders and nearly to her waist, they were interwoven with golden ornaments and small white flowers. So much gold. Helion must have had a fancy for the fineries in life. 

Briefly you thought that Clare would have liked it here. 

Shaking it off you smiled in return and nodded, following her in the opposite direction of where Azriel and Helion had disappeared. 

“I am (y/n).” You muttered after a moment's silence. Misae looked at you from the corner of her eye and giggled, running her hands over the silk of her skirts. The fashion here was starkly different from that of the human lands. The cut of her dress revealed the slopes and planes of her body, dipped to tease her breasts, and slit to allow her legs to peak through as she walked. Rings and bracelets clinked together melodiously on her hands and wrists and large yellow stones hung from her ears. 

You had never felt more plain in your trousers and thin sweater than you did now. 

At one point in your life you had worn the frilly hats, the frilly gloves, and the lace lined dresses. 

It had been so long since those fineries had been dotted on. 

“You are not from Prythian?” Misae spoke, once more catching you off guard with the tone of her voice. You would need to get used to that quickly. Her words were more pointed than a question, though she disguised them well.

“That obvious?” You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest and taking in the sights of the palace grounds. Birds sang and swooped through trees, and fountains trickled nearby. It was so open and bright here. 

“Yes and no.” Misae replied, taking a left into an open air hallway. She led you towards its ending where large doors encrusted in rubies and gems were sealed shut. “You just seem much more…youthful than anyone else here.” She struggled for that word, didn't mean it but couldn't put her mind on what she was trying to say. 

Human.

You just seemed more human. 

You only nodded and fell silent as she led you inside. 

–

You tried and failed not to be amazed by the complexity and beauty of Helion’s home. You did not want to seem out of place, or like this was new to you. But then again, it was new to you. You had grown up in what you considered to have been the lap of luxury, but Helion’s residence made your life look like that of a stray begging for scraps. Every surface that was not encrusted with jewels was laden in gold or bronze. There didn't seem to be a single pane of glass in any window, and the ceilings seemed to never end. 

In your own room, art whose frames alone could have fed your village for a year was hung, and the bed which sat in the corner was something out of a fairytale. Misae had given you a tour then let you be, informing you that one call of her name would summon her lest you need anything. 

Taking a glance around, you weren't sure you would. 

In the bathroom a dress hung, a note gingerly attached to its hanger.

It was a dreamy little number, dusty pink and made entirely of sheer chiffon. It was backless, a fact that had your face drained of color and your hands shaking as you reached out to run your fingers over the soft material. 

‘Join me at sunset for dinner in the gazebo. - H’ 

You let the parchment heat and burn to cinders in your hand, watched as that little white light consumed it with blind eyes. 

You chose not to get dressed in the bathroom, didnt look in the mirror as you slipped out of your sweater and pulled the dress on. Ignored the breeze that floated across your back and caressed the silver map of scars there. Deftly you twisted your hair out of your face and secured it with golden pins that had been left for you on the bedside table. As you dressed the twin wraiths appeared and added final touches, politely listening when you refused opulent jewelry and hair finishes. 

“(y/n)?” Came a muffled voice from behind the door, accompanied by a knock. With a nod the sisters had evaporated and you opened the door revealing Azriel. He had dropped his leathers and opted for a black button up made of the finest night court silk, and night dark trousers. With little shame, he allowed his eyes to drag the length of you. 

“Yes?” You almost snapped, urging his eyes back up to your own. Your brow was raised in question and you had yet to fully open the door for him to enter. Clearing his throat he made to scooch beside you, a motion you let slide. “Sure Azriel, come on in…” You muttered beneath your breath.

Shutting the door behind him you made to turn and face him when he sucked in a sharp breath. Your spine became steel and your hand stilled on the doorknob. Without a thought that welcoming heat warmed your skin and the room glowed a faint bit brighter. 

Tentative fingers brushed against the bare skin of your spine, stilling at the center of your back. Could he hear the thrumming of your heart? Smell the fear you suddenly felt?

“Is this why you didn't wear it?” He whispered, gently pulling his hand away. Slowly, ever so slowly you turned to face him, and pressed your back into the door. His hand was still raised, as though he burned to reach out and touch you again. 

“Wear what?”

“The dress. The first dinner you had with us at the town house.” Azriel muttered, studying your features. 

What dress was he talking about? You mulled it over in your mind for a moment.

Oh.

You swallowed thickly and moved around him towards the open windows. The little white dress, that had been so utterly human you had shoved it into the darkest depths of your armoire. Never to be seen again. 

“When you left, Nuala found it. Brought it back to me.” He muttered, his eyes still trained on the bedroom door, his back a wall of steel as you stared at it. So they had found it. 

“Thats not the whole reason I didnt wear it. But part of it, yes.” You replied, lifting your chin as he turned to face you. There was some kind of hurt playing on his features, an emotion you couldn't pin down. 

“What was the other?”

“It was too human. Too- too delicate.” His eyes softened as he realized what you were trying to convey. It wasn't too delicate, it was beautiful, you felt it was too delicate for you. The gesture had been kind, you would give him that, but it broke your heart entirely. 

Without entirely thinking the shadowsinger stepped forward and placed his gloved hands before you, their palms upward, waiting. Head cocked you watched him as he pulled the gloves off to reveal a map of scars, twisted and beautiful. Chucking them to the side he looked at you, searched your eyes for horror or repulsion, and yet he found nothing there but a deep understanding. 

“You can hide them all you want, but they are part of you. For good or bad.” He muttered, unmoving as you took his hands in your own and ran your fingers over the ridges and dips there. He had stopped breathing as you held them, watched from above as you broke eye contact and studied the imperfections. He had hated them his whole life, and yet here you were, making him wish he had uncovered them sooner. 

Looking into his eyes once more he saw a thin layer of gloss there, tears threatening to be shed but held tightly from doing so. “Thank you.” You muttered, for what he wasnt sure. “Thank you.” 

The illyrian only smiled tightly and nodded before pulling you forward by the shoulders, enveloping you in a cocoon of muscle and wing as he hugged you close. You rested your head on his shoulder, and held him for who knows how long. 

“We should go.” You whispered finally, well aware that there was still a dinner to attend, appearances to make, and answers you could not be sidetracked from. Azriel only nodded and pulled away, offering you a hand to hold as you made your way into the hall beyond your room. 

Distantly, music played, and for some reason its haunting melody was less piercing than it should have been, less harrowing as you held Azriel’s hand and made your way to the dining room.

~

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[whysoblue2]

Honestly, I'm just excited to see the Kallamar and Shamura co-dependant toxic sibling relationship they've got going on, I gotta know just how nasty it got at its different stages and how it likely ended up affecting how they raised their other siblings. I love platonic toxic stuff like this, I would ponder if it could count as Shamura being a bit yandere at some point during it but idk if you're comfortable with that sort of comparison and I don't know much about their relationship besides what you have told. I need the DETAILS, the DRAMA

OOOH yeah, their relationship is juicy and hella toxic in my HC. I'm not going to lie, it's bad, but I wouldn't go so far as being yandere. Travis is 100% yandere. Let's see if I can explain. Long post on my silly headcanon ahead! You have been warned!

Young Shamura god of war, ruthless and merciless. An extremist that has the mission to reshape the Pantheon as they see in their vision, over the blood and bones of other gods. This lil squidling god still didn't unlock the power of his crown and that's perfect because, to Shamura, that is a white canvas, something they can shape the way they want, also the lil shit can heal? A big plus! So they bring said lil shit on the battlefield and train him the way they think is right, following their doctrines and ofc it's really bad. I mean Young Shamura displayed the same empathy of a floor tile, only Kall's influence changed that as I mentioned in a previous post I think. Imagine the Trade meme with Shamura: I receive: The ability to love and care You receive: Trauma and life-long fear But as the squid grows up they realise he does have a personality, he is not a blank slate and he wants to do his own thing, he loves art, music, dancing, and all those meaningless things that won't matter in a war. Also, he wants to go and slay gods (and slay in general💅🏻) his own way! AND THAT'S BAD! Because after so many years fighting together, Kallamar is not just a brother-in-arms but the only family they have! The realisation struck: he was their beloved little brother! Shock ensues. But Shamura doesn't know how to deal with it outside tactics, strategies and warfare so to protect his little brother, they treat him like a war asset with everything that it entails. (I let your imagination run wild here.) Things will happen that will finally make Kall snap and unlock the power of the blue crown, turning him from health to pestilence. From there things will go smoother. Shamura will accept that he has his own personality/cult/followers, but that doesn't mean they like it. They most definitely won't like it when Kall starts dating disciples and mortals. Good luck with that one, Shamura, it's gonna be fun! Of course, this is in the span of centuries while the god slaying and war rages on, not exactly the easiest of times. How will that affect the way they raise the siblings?

As Narinder enters the game, Shamura will find the cat easier to deal with and they focus on raising him, trying not to repeat the same mistakes they made with Kallamar. When Narinder joined, Kallamar would always follow them in their training, terrified that Shamura would use the same extreme methods on the kitten. He is pleasantly surprised to see that while being hard on the kid, they are not nasty and they show care! Yay! (in the meanwhile, it will dawn on him - not true ofc - that he doesn't matter to Shamura anymore and that Narinder has replaced him. The fact he had to endure the bad Shamura for so long and when finally they were good Shamura, they didn't give a damn about him anymore hurts a lot.) Then Kall is responsible for raising both Heket and Leshy singlehandedly. Shamura had very little part in training Heket (she arrived as the war was ending) and none at all in Leshy (who had never seen war at all in his life), so the joys of being a big brother/dad are all on him. But that meant he would do everything possible to not be like Shamura! He could do better, right? Wrong! The backlash of this is that he is way too soft and understanding, to the extent that the young ones don't take him seriously at all, so they grow up basically bullying the shit out of him.

I CANNOT GIVE YOU MORE DETAILS! Cause I'm gonna write them in the fic 😈 Drama&Angst guaranteed. I hope that's a good enough answer!💙 Thank you!

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Could I be writing a dozen other things? Yeah. But brain is still stuck on No light, so here's a peek at how they first started sleeping together.

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It began with a spark. A shared glance across a room that set fire to the kindling of Kaiba's dormant madness.

Years had passed since he paid attention to Yugi or Jounouchi or their ilk. Though Mokuba continued to associate with them, Kaiba maintained his distance.

Then Mokuba got engaged, to someone within their overlapping social circles: Rebecca Hopkins. Kaiba could hardly fault his choice in a partner both brilliant and accomplished. But the ensuing engagement celebration, which his brother insisted on holding in their shared home (for now) for a personal touch, meant Kaiba couldn't escape his former high school classmates for one evening.

Jounouchi shouldn't have warranted more than a glance. But as much as Kaiba loathed to admit it, the man had grown into his looks and body. His honey blond hair was trimmed shorter, neater than the windswept bird nest of their youth, but the strands appeared invitingly soft. Gone was the svelte but scrappy fighter Kaiba recalled, in his place stood a man confident in both the strength of his toned muscles—how Kaiba's gaze lingered on the solid set of his shoulders and width of his biceps—and his character.

The worst part—the most thrilling part—was Jounouchi noticed him in return (as he should because he was Kaiba Seto, dammit). How his covetous gaze swept across Kaiba's body and lingered along the jut of his hips and the divot at the base of his spine. Jounouchi eventually bound over under the pretense of making friendly conversation and "catching up," and Kaiba didn't shoo him away.

One thing led to another; jab exchanged for jab; accidental brushes turned to deliberate flirtatious touches. Alcohol flowed freely while the night deepened. Before Kaiba knew it, he found himself bent over a bathroom vanity, his trousers pooled around his ankles, with Jounouchi balls deep inside him.

He was not blameless, of course. He was the one who lead the man away from the party to a bathroom clear on the opposite side of the mansion, where no one would disturb them.

"Damn, you're so tight I can barely move," Jounouchi grunted in his ear, experimenting with several shallow thrusts. "How long has it been for you?"

A long while, but it was none of Jounouchi's business.

Pushing up on the vanity, he arched into Jounouchi's chest. Their gazes locked in perfect clarity through the mirror, dark blue and deeper brown nearly dyed black from their arousal. One large hand spanned his hip, wrinkling his dress shirt in its grip, while another covered one of Kaiba's white-knuckling the counter's edge, its thumb gently caressing the knob of his wrist. 

Kaiba broke eye contact first, squeezing his eyelids shut to fend off the sharp stabs of light illuminating the vanity and their interlocked bodies. "Either get on with it or get out," he said, hating how loud his words sounded in this enclosed space.

"Okay, you asked for it," purred Jounouchi before snapping his hips with force.

It was rough and hard and everything Kaiba needed to distract himself from the impending fact the mansion would be that much emptier soon. (And he would be its sole occupant.)

Afterwards, Jounouchi asked, "How was it?"

Kaiba's hole was pleasantly sore and dripping wet. Jounouchi's reflection leered at his backside as he tucked himself back into his pants. Cad.

What was he thinking letting Jounouchi fuck him raw? But the condoms were upstairs, and he wasn't going to let him into his bedroom, even if he wasn't a half-bad lay. He thankfully didn't have to go far for a shower and a change of clothing.

"Acceptable," he grunted, struggling to pull up his own trousers.

Instead of being insulted as he predicted, or perhaps hoped, Jounouchi laughed, then slipped him his number before leaving.

[bobosbillionsknives]

(not shipping content)

It's one of my biggest headcanons ever that Vash does NOOOT like his birthday dude I just can't believe it...Knives however. Biggest birthday enjoyer ever. He is the special birthday boy. 🤗🤗🤗

Knives usually leaves Vash alone but Vash KNOWS Knives is going to make an effort to show up on their birthday and it stresses him out so bad. Especially if the July incident was on their birthday...that would leave horrible memories for him. 😭 Not to mention how painful remembering his first birthday with Rem would be. Plus Knives would act so bitchy about it like wooow dont even want to see your own brother on your birthday wow. I get it I'm just the worst ever ..🥀 Vash would be so over it.

I feel so strongly that Vash is the introvert while Knives is the extrovert. Knives self isolates out of fear and disgust of humans but he secretly thrives while talking to others. Especially if they have strong opinions he can argue against (definitely a debate bro). If Knives had a normal childhood he would've loved big crowds, he has absolutely no social awareness or shame . Or filter. He'd talk to anyone who'd listen. Knives drives himself absolutely insane with his own isolation. All he really wants is social connection, something he's convinced himself is impossible with humans. That's why he's so fixated on getting Vash to stay, he feels Vash is the only person he can actually talk to. Vash on the other hand, would do anything for 5 minutes alone. He is constantly pushing away Milly, Meryl, and even Wolfwood. He cannot let anyone know him beyond his silly guy persona. He especially doesn't like being celebrated (doesn't think he deserves it. 😂😂😂) He is constantly trying to skip out on the parties towns people throw for him, leaving without saying goodbye. (He does like getting drunk tho...makes talking easier) He'd never EVER share his birthday with anyone. Especially not Wolfwood or the girls. Knives however, would tell EVERYONE !!! (like how the entire Gung Ho Gun knew Knives had a brother, but Meryl had no idea Vash did. I think Knives loves talking about himself and his tragic past, painting himself as the forever victim to absolutely anyone who'd listen. To Vashes absolute horror 😭.) Vash is constantly drained from forcing himself to perform socially. He loves people and talking to them but he just needs like. 8 hours of alone time to properly function. That's why he gets so bitchy with everyone sometimes lol. She just needs a naaaaap omg 🤦‍♂️. But he feels guilty for being snippy and tired so he'll force himself to be social anyway. Which makes it worse. Love hiiim !!!! 😍 Either way they're both hurting themselves when they behave like this.

Knives is definitely the yapper while Vash just listens. I feel like Vash would appreciate not having that pressure to constantly respond. Even if Knives can be overbearing, I do think they enjoy each other's company. When they aren't... trying to murder each other. Nobody knows him like Knives does, it would almost be relieving not having to pretend to be happy all the time. He can perfectly morally justify being as mean to Knives as he wants to be !! And he wouldn't admit it, but he does enjoy listening to Knives complain about nothing. He thinks it's funny. Knives is just happy to be with someone he's deemed worthy of his time. He views Vash as his equal, someone he actually trusts to confide in. They are the opposite and also the same in every way life is so beautiful I love these guys.

It would also just be such a cute subversion of audience expectation if Knives, the self proclaimed people hater, was a people person. I think that's sooo interesting and makes so much sense with the context of his desperation for the approval of humans when he was a child. I think kid Knives would've tried to argue that celebrating something everyone goes through is pointless, but would love all the attention anyway. Even be a bit resentful that it was Vashes birthday too if he didn't seem to appreciate the attention as much. As he got older hed mellow out and warm up to the idea of having a birthday and sharing it. Mostly as an excuse to talk to Vash and make everything about himself again. Lol. Plus I think he likes organizing parties. His dream is to have that sweet 16 fantasy the humans in the old world used to have. He actually wants to be normal is the thing. They both do.

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.

[honey-tongued-devil]

Arcane preference reacting to a s/o with a mental health issues (eating)

My disclaimer, as someone with this issue, I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while, but I was a bit cowardly about doing it, so I’m taking the opportunity now. I don’t want to go out of character, so I’m sorry if some characters come across as harsher than others. Unfortunately, I know I should write the name of the illness, but if I post it that way, Tumblr will take it down.

Jayce:

- He’s academically intelligent, but it takes him far too long to notice that something’s wrong. But you can’t blame him, it’s something so far removed from him that he couldn’t have understood it sooner.

- When he does realize, his first reaction is panic.

- Jayce can’t feel like just a blade of grass; he feels emotions deeply, taking on any blame, especially if something happens to the people he loves. His first thought is that he did something to make you feel that way, inadequate.

- But once the panic phase ends, the responsibility phase begins.

- He does the grocery shopping, he cooks, and his workouts become more regular, where he has you climb onto his back while doing push-ups or holds you in his arms during other exercises.

- He doesn’t know why you do it, but the quickest way to show you that your weight isn’t a problem is by showing you how easily he lifts you.

- And maybe, if you feel up to it, he can hold you in his arms with one arm supporting you while he cooks, letting you taste various ingredients.

Viktor:

- Unlike Jayce, it only takes two suspicious behaviors in a row for him to understand what’s happening. It’s something far from his world, sure, but he recognizes it.

- And he confronts you. He doesn’t beat around the bush, doesn’t stammer; he might even sound angry because he doesn’t understand why you’d hurt yourself like this and willingly give up your well-being.

- I won’t lie, I doubt that an open discussion about something this delicate with him wouldn’t lead to at least one hysterical cry.

- But he’s not brutal for the sake of being brutal; his suffering and frustration turn into anger. It takes him a while to calm down, but he won’t accept compromises.

- You’ll have meals together at home, either returning to your rooms together or straight to the house, so no one can see you and you won’t feel bad.

- And he won’t force you, he tries to handle it with as much care as possible, but there’s no day that goes by without him getting up from the table if you haven’t eaten at least two food items per meal.

- He loves you too much to see you hurt yourself in that way, and knowing that he can't do anything about it makes him feel powerless.

Ekko:

- It takes him a week—not to understand, but to process it.

- Having grown up in total poverty, the idea of giving up food “for whim” makes him react in a way that is only human.

- And the whole thing is too distant for him: everyone’s skin is grayish, 90% of the population of the Lanes has missing limbs and monstrous prosthetics, and everyone’s goal is to survive as long as possible. What does it mean that you’re against your own survival??

- As unsupportive as he might be regarding the issue, he becomes incredibly vigilant and concerned.

- He’ll always make sure you’re warm enough, that you’re comfortable, and no matter how frustrated he is, he’ll always try to stay close to you, even just holding you in bed until you fall asleep.

- Every single comment you make about your body, he’ll respond with, “Don’t talk about my partner like that,” 

- no one can speak badly of you, not even you.

Vander:

- The most understanding: he was young once too, and although in his size meant an advantage, he and Silco snuck into various galas when they were younger, and there, even though he never had these problems, he would feel a strange sensation seeing that he was the biggest in the room or that it was hard to find someone to steal clothes from that would fit him.

- He doesn’t lecture you or anything like that, he doesn’t get angry despite how he grew up; he just feels sadness for you that you can’t see how little that complex matters and how beautiful you already are.

- His compromise is vegetables. If you don’t feel like eating every meal every day, it doesn’t matter, but at least four days a week, you have to have three meals.

- And for the rest, he’ll cook, making sure to prepare the best dishes made from vegetables so that you don’t feel guilty and your body doesn’t deteriorate.

- But he doesn’t support your illness, he simply ensures that you get everything you need and never go below the necessary intake without having you feeling guilty about it.

Silco:

- Hoping that the most attentive and watchful man in the lanes wouldn't notice how, suddenly, meals go from moments of lightness to something you try to avoid at all costs is a bit foolish, but he says nothing.

- He waits for as long as necessary, basically to see how long it lasts and how much you're not planning to talk to him.

- When he realizes you won’t, not anytime soon, he waits for you to be alone in his office, where you’ll find a slice of cake on his desk. Sure, it’s a low blow, but it’s also the fastest way to get you to confront the issue without too many escape routes.

- He’s a big fan of the saying “dirty laundry is washed in the family,” so if you act strange about meals in front of others, he won’t allow questions or jokes, but in private, he won’t accept “no” for an answer.

- He has enough problems already without you crying from hunger pains or having psychotic episodes due to sugar deficiency, so as long as you're under his watch, under Zaun's eye, he won't let you live with unhealthy standards.

- During meals, he becomes the strictest. He doesn’t say anything, but one look is enough to make you think twice about contradicting him. In the evening, though, when your mental health is most fragile, he becomes gentler, comforting you as much as you need.

Jinx:

- You find fertile ground, but like any good bearer of the same issue: she feels she can do it, but you cannot.

- Being with her or in her space becomes like a live-action version of Thumbelina: she’ll leave sweets, chocolates, things she knows you like to encourage you to eat so you can’t hurt yourself.

- She usually forgets to eat herself when she’s caught up in her studies and work, but if she has someone to care for, it doesn’t matter how, she’ll make sure to remember. Even if it means setting a few colorful bombs with timers.

- She feeds you. In the most visible, worst way. It’s easy that if you turn your head, you’ll find a cookie shoved in your mouth unceremoniously.

- And every single tight-fitting outfit disappears from her lair. Magically, whatever clothes you pick up from her pile fit loosely, but if you ask her about it, she’ll claim she doesn’t know what are you talking about.

Vi:

- Want to see Vi in a panic, becoming super protective and possessive in a way? Just wait for one episode, and you’ll see everything you haven’t seen.

- She’ll check on you at least three times a day, and in the evening, when you have pain or a crisis, she’ll run back and forth from the room, thinking about everything she can do to help you feel better without making you feel guilty.

- During meals, she’ll hold you in her arms and insist that you eat, but not aggressively—in a way that’s almost frightened: she’s always been used to fighting big, real monsters, but even when it came to her sister, she could never defeat the invisible ones, and the fear of failing or hurting someone she loved again terrifies her in an agonizing way.

Caitlyn:

- Like Jayce, she’ll also try a more physical way of reassuring you, like body worshipping when you’re alone or working out with you to show you that your weight doesn’t matter.

- She doesn’t know how to react; she realizes it quite quickly but fears that by acknowledging it, she might only make you feel worse.

- One day, she gathers the courage to ask if everything is okay and tells you that she’s noticed those behaviors. When you open up to her, telling her about the issues, she doesn’t respond right away and simply hugs you.

- She becomes more caring, making sure that you don’t have to attend banquets or dinners where you wouldn’t feel comfortable, bringing you food in your room to eat together, and sometimes even leaving the room so as not to put pressure on you.

- When you mention a craving, she immediately springs into action to get it for you, even if you complain that you weren’t serious. Once she understands how your condition works, she orders everything in three portions, so she can eat with you and then be the first to say that she wants more, asking if you want to share the third portion.

- If you have fat accumulated in any area, she’ll knead it with her hands while kissing you, to let you know that she loves every inch of you.

Mel:

- She notices you're having a crisis before you even realize it yourself.

- She’s a ruler, but what she learned from a young age is that a leader must appear reliable and look good, so even if unconsciously, she too sometimes experiences small crises when she feels like she isn’t looking perfect.

- No conversations, no lectures, just an increase in cuddles, moments of intimacy, and later, she brings home sweets.

- “They were a gift to me today at the council,” she lies, but sometimes she says she got them for both of you.

- She doesn’t want to make you feel like you’re in the wrong.

- She knows that when you’re ready and if you want to, you’ll bring up the issue with her, but for now, the best thing she can do is help you get through the episode with euphoria, love, and treats that encourage you to listen to your hunger rather than the illness.

Sevika:

- Like everyone in Zaun, the idea that someone would voluntarily give up food is simply incomprehensible to her.

- But she won’t comment on your problems. She doesn’t intend to invalidate them, but she also won’t encourage it.

- “Are you sure? That’s a bit too little,” will be her comment when you eat something ridiculously small, before making you a proper portion of food herself. If you try to argue, she’ll respond with a smug smile, saying that if you eat that little, you’ll end up breaking when you’re in bed together.

- If a crisis is particularly bad, she’ll try to finish her work as quickly as possible to be able to stay with you for the rest of the day and not leave you alone.

- As much as possible, she’ll try to get the best, freshest, and most natural food, to reassure you that you don’t need to worry, but she’ll never insist that you eat if you say you don’t feel up to it.

- She’ll gesture for you to come sit on her lap and keep you there, occasionally offering you things she knows you like, telling you that she’s really craving them, and if you want them too, she’ll go get them.