#but I still think she's been done dirty because she hasn't been allowed to make any progress in her development

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

People ignore Loona’s misdeeds because

1. she’s hot

2. She has a cliche tragic backstory

3. Because blitzo lets her get away with everything

Now, I must admit I’m a simp for her too but it’s so aggravating how everyone keeps excusing her actions

You said it, dude

[raineydays411]

My Fathers' Daughter pt 13

Hello everyone! Can I just say thank you to everyone for the love and support! Thank you everyone for sticking by me while I took a break. Thank you everyone for the kind messages and ideas. I'm the type of person that needs positive reassurance so really, it's you guys that are the reason I returned to writing.

For the first time in months you felt at peace.

Ironically, it was when you were shoved in a stinky backseat of a dirty taxi. But you were in a stinky taxi with people you truly love.

And Dopinder.

But even he's better than being in that house right now. Anything truly is.

"Hey" A soft voice breaks your thoughts, you turn from where you're looking out the window.

Peter was gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He had his own reservations about coming to get you, that's why Wade had decided to kidnap him. But seeing you, practically throw yourself into him and cry?! He didn't need any more convincing than that.

One thing Y/n Stark does not do is let people see her cry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, knowing that you're not but he knows that you won't tell him if he doesn't ask.

You take a look into his eyes, seeing concern. Then from the corner of your eye you see Wade turn his head an inch, trying to subtly listen in without giving away the fact that he cares about you.

"I'm.." You pause, feeling a knot in your throat, " I'm just really craving a burger."

"What the dick?!" Wade screams from the front, startling all of you in the car, and causing Dopinder to swerve, " We came here for emotional support goddamn it, let us support your emotions!!"

You chuckle at the outburst, mood momentarily lifting, " You can support me by getting me something to eat outside this taxi. It reeks back here...no offense Dopi"

"Non taken Ms. Stark, I am well aware of the unpleasant scents in the back."

Dopinder makes a stop at what looks like a local burger joint in the city , allowing you and Peter to take a breath of fresh air.

Or at least as fresh as Gotham city air could be.

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Back at the Manor, Christine and Bruce are having a long overdue conversation about you and her relationship.

" I just don't understand where everything went so wrong" Christine cried, face held in her hands," I just don't"

"Perhaps when you stopped visiting her when we adopted Dick" Bruce said in a semi sarcastic semi serious voice.

Christine shot a glare to her husband, " I'm glad you find the destruction of my relationship with my daughter funny Bruce, I really do."

Bruce sighs from where he's standing, " I don't find it amusing one bit, but Christine you have to admit this situation is your fault."

"I know it is! Believe me I know" Christine shouts, " These last few months, all I've been reminded is that it's my fault!"

"But where is your accountability?" Bruce asks, " I don't hold what you did against you because it's not my place. The kids don't because quite frankly, this hasn't affected them except for Cassie who thinks you're replacing her, and Damian, who sees you sad and believes Y/n is the sole cause of it."

Christine sighs, the few months you have been in the home, she has noticed Cassie's jealousy towards you and the resentment for the situation. She's done her best to reassure her that she has enough love for the two of you girls, but she still insisted on being as far away from you as possible. Damian...Damian is young and perceptive but difficult so she isn't so worried about him.

"If Y/n just spent time with them--"

"It isn't her responsibility to reassure your children that she isn't taking you away from them. Hell Christine, it isn't her responsibility to make anything easier for you." Bruce says impatiently, " I have been holding my tongue because you're my wife above anything and I am on your side. But being a husband and on your side means that I have a responsibility to tell you when you are wrong."

"Then tell me Bruce, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Please beacause every move I make, I just mess things up." Christine cries, genuienly asking for her husbands help

Bruce looks Christine in the eye, " Well first, you have to stop forcing your motherhood on that poor girl"

He holds a hand up before Christine can say anything, " I know that biologically you are her mother, but you know as well as I do that biological relation has no meaning."

Christine nods, allowing Bruce to continue

"The child you knew is not the young lady you want to get to know." Bruce says sternly, " She has life experiences that you were not a part of, and most of all she's not looking for a mother, Christine she has one. It's just not you."

Christine bursts into tears, the weight of that statement hitting her heart. Bruce gathers her in his arms.

"You need to get to know Y/n not as the child you left behind but as Y/n. That's what all of us need to do."

Christine weeps silently in her husbands chest, truly absorbing his words.

She knows he's right. He usually is.

But it hurts her. She truly has to acknowledge the one thing she has ever been ashamed about. The one thing that she has been repressing and repressing all these years.

That she abandoned you.

She abandoned you. She abandoned you when you were six and she didn't show up to the mothers day dance.

She abandoned you when you were eight and she promise dthat she would take you to get your ears pierced and she didn't show up because of a phone call.

And she abandoned you when you were nine, and she adopted Dick.

"What I don't think I understand is why?" Bruce asked quietly.

All these years, she said it was because she was needed more at the manor rather than in New York. But why did she really?

"Why?" Christine repeats quietly, " I..."

Why did she? What on earth possessed her to do the one thing she promised she'd never do the day you were born.

"I don't know." She says, " I.. spent years, hiding this huge secret from you. Years taking back and forth trips from here to New York, pretending she didn't exist or pretending like you didn't. I just..."

Bruce hums, urging her to continue

" And seeing the disappointment every time I left and didn't take her or disappointment from Tony that I didn't choose them. " She teared up, she hadn't even thought about the pain she put that man through, " Then it was the disappointment from Dick everytime I left. It got too.."

"Too hard." Bruce finished for Christine,

" Yeah," Christine sighed, " I just wanted to stop all the lying and the double lives, but by the time it became too much...it was too deep and I was scared I'd lose it all."

Bruce stayed quiet holding his wife, "I would've hoped that you had enough faith in me to tell me"

Christine scoffed, " Please, do you really believe that at that time you would've forgiven me? Before Damian?"

Bruce sighed, " I guess not."

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As the conversation between Bruce and Christine went on, the kids were having one of their own.

"I don't understand what's so good about her anyway" Cass mumbles, " All she's done since she's been here is cause trouble"

"Yeah like any of us made Ma's life easy since we got here?" Jason spits back defending you, " Dick you didn't even talk to Ma because of your fight with Bruce, I died, Tim didn't even consider her a mother for years, Damian..is damian and hated her for months, plus is a product of Bruce cheating, and you Cass, you almost killed her before you became family."

Everyone stayed silent as Jason basically read them to filth.

"Why?" Damian asks quietly, " Why does everyone like that girl so much?"

"She's just had a hard go of it Damian, just like all of us." Dick said softly, " Think about how you felt when your mother stopped coming around. When you came here and didn't know anyone."

Damian stayed quiet.

"I know you love Mom, I do too" Dick continued, " But the hostility towards Y/n has to end. From all of us."

They stood quiet, letting the words sink in.

"I have been quite pleasant towards her actually" Jason said smugly

"Yeah cause you think with your dick and not your brain" Tim said smartly, only to receive a slap on the back of his head.

"That's my sister you fucking idiot" Jason says angrily.

Dick smiled, glad that at least one person was truly and genuinely on your side in this house, even if it's not him.

" How about we take her out?" Dick says, " Both her and Mom need some space, there's no point in her staying in that room all day and night."

Jason nods," Yeah, that's actually a good idea."

The two oldest sons rise, about to head to you room when Damian speaks up

"You won't find her there."

The boys pause and look at him

"What did you do to her you demon?" Jason says suspiciously

Damian rolls his eyes, " I've done nothing of the sort, but I saw her sneak out and leave in a taxi with an Indian man, a man in a red suit and unfortunate looking face, and a teenager in hello kitty sleeping pants."

Silence.

"Okay, if you're having a stroke please let me know so I can take you to the hospital." Tim said looking concerned.

Damian rolled his eyes again, " She left."

Jason was already barging into your room not even bothering to knock, seeing your room empty and the window open.

"Fuck."

Dick raced in after him seeing the empty room

"Well fuck."

They look at eachother, wondering who was going to tell their mother that you were gone but it was actually Damian that suggested

"Perhaps we should go after her? Mother and Father seemed rather preoccupied at the moment."

Jason looked at Dick and said, " She couldn't have gotten too far."

"Well, it has been a couple hours since she left." Damian adds

"Hours?!" Dick shouts, " Damian why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like her." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" a voice asks

All heads turned to the doorway, seeing their father standing there.

"Um... about that."

"Find her, and you all better hope she's okay."

Everyone scrambled, either to put their suits on or to just make it out of the house.

He said that with his Batman voice.

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Back with you and the red team, as Wade took to calling you all, you all were eating burgers in the parking lot of the now closed burger joint.

" So are you going to tell us what happend or what?" Wade ask with food falling from his stuffed mouth.

You and Peter look on with disgust.

"What?" Wade asks, " Go on and tell us about your mommy issues."

You roll your eyes and look away, missing the look Peter gives to Wade for being to crass.

You get lost in thought, the argument still fresh on your mind.

It made you so angry.

Why? Why did she hide those emails?

The one thing you wanted most in this whole situation was to go home. You missed your father, your mother, the team. Your family.

Instead, she made you believe that your father just forgot about you and your family didn't miss you.

While you knew logically that was impossible, you still stood up late at night because of the doubts creeping in. You cried, longing to hear your father croon rock music while he was tinkering with something, or the soft voice of your mother as she handled some business. You missed the smell of the training room and the sound of Steve teasing whoever he chose to tourture train that day. You missed FRIDAY. The tech. Your life.

"What happened in there" Peter asked softly.

You maintain eye contact with him for about a second before looking away, feeling ashamed with your emotional state.

"I couldn't take it anymore" You said softly, "These people...they weren't... they weren't mean to me or anything but I didn't belong there."

You take a pause then continue, " It's like... I had no purpose there. You know? At home, I help dad with whatever he needs, I helped mom with the business, hell I could just take a step outside. But here? I'm either in my room or being snuck out by Jason for a few hours. I can't go into a room without killing the happy family vibe they have going on. I'm just..."

You choke up, the knot in your throat growing, "I'm just a reminder of the past. Of the life she didn't want."

Peter's eyes soften even more, he reached out a comforting hand.

"I have to be there, while she and her family are happy then I walk in and it's like I'm either a ghost or a pest." You cry tears falling from your eye, " I feel so unwanted. I've never felt this way in my life."

"Didn't your mom abandon you?" Wade asks, getting an elbow to the side by Dopinder.

That comment causes you to cry more, but before Peter can make a move Wade actually pulls you in a hug.

"Alright Alright" Wade says, " Look kid, obviously you're happy there, so how about we go find those asshole that are looking for you and take them out ourselves?"

You sniff and look up at him, " What?"

"Yeah. That's the whole reason you're here. So lets kill those motherfucker and you can go home and forget this shit hole of a city. Seriously it's disgusting here."

You chuckle wetly, " It is gross here. I thought New york was bad"

The four of you laugh, the mood finally lifting.

But good moments never last forever.

Peter's head jerks up, face shifting from amusement to concern

"Guys there's something wro-" Peter gets cut off.

"How about we make it easier for you, now you don't have to look for us." A voice says, you aren't able to see it before you feel Wades body jerk and suddenly there's a pain in your arm.

You look down and see a dart, and you're barely able to make out the blue and red dots on the building across the street before darkness consumes you and you hit the ground.

[writingoddess1125]

It's Done pt. 2

Asshole Mihawk x Femreader

Angst and Saddness

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"She hasn't returned...."

Mihawk grumbled as he sat at his desk- anger radiating off of him like a cloak as he stared down at the paperwork he had been pushing off, instead staring at the manilla folder you had given him the month prior.

Truthfully Mihawk believed you would return, figuring that your senses would return and you'd come back home. Your sensitive heart always weak to him anyway, however the first week he had figured you were just playing hard- the second week he started to drink to help steady his nerves in waiting for you to return.. the third week he had started to drink harder and go into fits of rage demolishing the East wing of his manor.

Now in the fourth week he had emptied his cellar, having laid there in a drunken depression as he waited for you.

The reality that you had truly left setting in his bones....

On the other end, It had been a rather healing month for you. You traveled to a island closer to the East Blue rather then staying in the Grand Line- an island for yourself years ago before you married Mihawk and having a vacation home built that was never used- truth be told you were a wreck the first week.. or two.. thinking you should just go back to Mihawk and deal with his bullshit- However after many nights crying, drinking and belittling yourself you at the third and fourth week you started to clean up the vacation home. Traveling to villages near by to get supplies to decorate the way you wanted and cook meals for yourself again, meeting people along the way who had been kind to you.

It was refreshing.

You'd slowly been putting yourself back together again, sure you still cried at night- yes you did burn every god damn portrait you had of you and Mihawk in that house- including your wedding dress.

But now mentally you were in a better place, a feeling of peace finally settling in your bones-

Tonight was like that. You had made yourself a nice dinner, some tea and was reading a book by the fireplace. The peace being disturbed however by a hard knock on the door- you knew it was him...

Getting up you walk to the front door as HE knocked again. Opening the door you saw Mihawk.

Your face hardened as you saw Mihawk standing there- He looked like shit.. His shirt was dirty with wine stains, his hair a utter mess and his beard far too grown in for his normal looks.

"...Sir Dracule why are you at my door" You said sharply, seeing his eyes flash with a deepened sadness at you referring to him like this.

"(Y/N) I want you to return home- I was wrong for how I've treated you" He said sincerely clutching the divorce papers in his hand.

"I want you back" He said, admitting some level of defeat at wanting you to return- His pride getting pushed aside mildly at this, tossing the manilla envelope to the ground infront of him.

You rolled your eyes at this, finding his words foolish as you glared at him.

"Mihawk you haven't had me in years... how can you miss something you haven't had in such a long time- if ever" You say, trying to be as harsh as possible- His eyes locking onto yours.

"You loved- No love me (Y/N) don't act like that.. You got what you wanted, I'm begging for you back" He said, You feeling anger bubble in your chest.

"You still think this is some sort of power struggle don't you? No this is 20 years of you disrespecting me- of treating me like total shit! There was a time I did love you Mihawk, but everytime I look at you I feel hate- Not just for you but myself!" You yelled angrily.

"How because I loved you I wasn't smart enough to leave you sooner- I gave my youth to you and my heart and you pissed in it- I hate myself for allowing that.. and I'll never allow it again"

His eyes were of that of shock, you could tell he was most likely drunk anyway- Otherwise this level of emotion wouldn't be on his face.

"I'm sorry I treated you badly- I was ignorant and I want to make it up to you-" scoffing at his words you reached next to you angrily and grabbed the one weapon you kept in this house- A revolver.

"Get the hell off my property-" You hissed, you aiming at him as you cocked the gun. Mihawk stared hard at you, seeing the hatred in your eyes as you locked eyes with him.

"I'm not leaving till you come back home with me"

"Never.." You growled, not letting his stubbornness win. However you would be lying if you said you werent shocked by what he did next- Mihawk got on his knees before you, his hands on his knees as he looked up at you.

"I'd rather die as your husband (Y/N)- Please return home... "

He said, staring at your face of shock as you clutched the revolver tightly in your grasp.

He heard the click of what he assumed was you putting the safety back on- as he closed his eyes, relieved youd finally see his sincerity and-

BANG!

Mihawks eyes snap up in shock as he stared at you- You had tears running down your cheeks as you stared down at him. The breath in his lungs frozen as he looked before him- there was a bullet hole in the soft soil at him, he could tell that from your angle it was less then an inch from were his head was bowed.

"Damn you- I damn you Dracule Mihawk! I want nothing to ever do with you again and after today!... after this moment of what little love I had left for you I will not hesitate to cash in that Bounty on your head-"

You hissed, lowering the gun you quickly emptied the chamber before you could change your mind and tossed the bullets before him onto the dirty manilla folder.

"May the Goddess have mercy on you if you ever dare darken my door again with this bullshit!"

Turning back into your home you slammed the door hard and locked it- The former Warlord feeling the wash of adrenaline leave his body as air returned to his lungs and for the first time in years felt his hands shake-

Mihawk head slacked as he sat there- shame washing over his form... he had taken a gamble and lost- worse of all he lost with his life...

This was something he was going to be forced to live with- which was worse then any death.

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[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Same anon from last time, but skskfjd I have so much to yap about?? Especially about my personal favs

The last Ritsu fic just make me think of Leo version, for some reason. Because like, this man, this guy, this Satan spawn if he was sent to the future and somehow, miraculously ended with Leo, he straight up the type to go into denial.

Like, him?? Leo?? The 600k influencer?? Where all of his fans is dying to be with him and a much better option (dramatic ass) somehow ended up with the NPC?? He's having an identity crisis because did he lose his taste in people already?? He blame Darkwick for not allowing to leave all the time because he ended up settle down for the "Honor Roll" or the "Useless NPC"

He probably think or believe he ended up with MC because she must've been desperate to be in a relationship. Of course, he's the Leo after all, everyone would wanted to be with him, even the basic NPC themselves. (Spoiler alert; he's the one who fell first and hard. Who's the one into the chick now, Leo?)

The diabolical streamer gets married?? (No click bait)

Leo wakes up in an unknown yet familiar room where he discovers some things about the future

Wc: 2,1K

Notes: it's implied you two were about to have sex.

No beta, if I have to close the document again I will die. Who would have guessed rewriting the same thing three times would make you fed up with it? /S

If leo is kinda ooc let's just say the anomaly made him more mellow jsjs

The thumping pulsation of his heartbeat inside his skull, pushing against the bone seeking to burst, does an unsurprising better work at waking him than any alarm clock, the pain ripping the sleep away from Leo in each of its quick waves.

One of his hands falls between his eyebrows, applying force against them that rolled down his temporal to the occipital where it pooled as honey-thick pleasurable pressure, even though it did an underwhelming job at soothing the ache to say the least. It's unlike any hangover he had ever gotten.

“Why in hell does my head hurt so fucking much?” It isn't like he has been drinking lately, ever since coming to darkwick the only chance at getting drinks was when he gets an R&R accepted, which Alan hasn't done in a good few days. At one point he thought that obscuary’s bar might sell him booze, given Romeo's complaints about a ‘drunk’ Haru, but they were just anomalous drinks that mimicked it so he wouldn't get a hangover either way.

Extending his hand towards the nightstand Leo starts patting around trying to find his phone to call Sho so he gets him some aspirin or something. After a few failed attempts he reluctantly starts opening his eyes slowly only to see that his phone wasn't there. Did he forget it at the bar? Or maybe sober designated driver Sho decided to take it away so he wouldn't embarrass himself?

Before he can even start cussing his friend out a whiff of sweet chocolate catches his nose. Could it be that he finally caved in and made him the trendy chocolate pastries shaped like dachshunds he has been asking him to? He always refused to, saying things like ‘cooking isn't the same as baking’ or ‘it’s really precise, I can't just throw things in a bowl and hope it works out’ but it seems he is humoring Leo again.

Now in a better mood, he peeks a leg under the unusually nice and heavy comforter and starts looking for his slippers still laying down. When he finds one he sits up and follows the smell.

Dragging his feet across the tiled floors Leo doesn't notice how different the floorplan -or everything really- is to Vagastorm, the white paint on the walls pristine rather than dirty with dubious substances and the hallway has a lingering scent of bergamot and sage clinging to clean AC cooled breeze, totally different to the drowning rust and oil hanging in suffocating hot air. Strangely enough he doesn't notice either how naturally he navigates without even one though forming, almost as if he was familiar with it.

Stopping just under the arch leading to the dining room, his enthusiasm falters as the white plate on the glass table was holding, disappointingly, not his pastries but cut up brownies with some red flakes over, maybe chili flakes? It would still be a spicy dessert so curious he reaches a hand over but before his fingers even graze it a playful voice scolds him like a little child.

“They are still hot! I don't want you whining about stomach ache”

If ghouls weren't more sturdy than humans Leo is 100 percent sure he would have gotten whiplash with the way his head snapped towards the right, surprised at your presence. Despite what he might have normally done, going on and on about how much of an obsessive fan you were for hanging out around his room and how he would make Darkwick get a restraining order on you, something inclined him to do nothing, almost feeling like it was obviously natural for you to be here.

It isn't until you start walking towards him, a playful smirk on your face, that he notices that there is a baby no older than ten months hanging on your hip.

Now beside him, your hand combs his bed hair, raking his scalp with the blunt end of your nails, the few times his ashy gray hair tangled around your fingers and got pulled, his nerves and spine trembled slightly. Even if he reasons pulling away –He cares so much about his hair, spending a good amount of money and time on it only for a nobody NPC to spread skin oils on it?!– the surprising ease that came with your touch urged him to stay and rest against the warmth

“Did Emmy wake you up? it's unusual for you to wake up so early” looking through his eyelashes, the black minimalist asymmetrical clock with cherry red arms points to 7:30. How come he woke up so early? When he spends the night editing or doxxing he barely can stand at 12:45. The sleep still hanging to his yellow eyes reminds him of when Alan bangs on his door to force him to train “were you editing that video up late?”

“Video?”

Putting your daughter in the highchair you start tinkering inside the kitchen, cutting some berries and fruit, grabbing a plastic bowl shaped like a panda and putting a dollop of yogurt before sprinkling chia seeds “weren't you doing a summary video for our anniversary? Your fans are kind of pushy about it, and I know you defend them saying they are mostly teens but…”

Tuning out the rambling as background noise, Leo's yellow eyes meet matching ones on the high chair, looking up to him with such an innocent love he can feel awkwardness seeping out of his bones, seeing something so small and weak put so much trust on someone who regularly scams rich old men.

“But I guess it's whatever” coming back to the table you settle the bowl in front of the toddler and face him again, now slightly worried “are you feeling alright, Leo?”

“I must be missing too much sleep lately” the words leave his mouth before he can even think about them

“Sho mentioned sending you some things for it if you wanted them”

“Hmm… guess I should see if I can finish it already” Leo reaches for his phone that was laying on the table and unlock it as he walks to his study, a big desk with a three monitor setup and a green screen. Throwing himself on the couch Leo opens his Whatsapp and sees that his chat with Sho has a bunch of notifications, most if not all videos.

Leisurely scrolling through the miniature one of them catches his eye.

It's an off centered video inside his Vagastorm dorm, very obviously taken as a prank on him.

Both of you are laying down on his bed and seeing something on his phone.

“I don't like that one, you look weirder than usual” without giving you a chance to refuse he scrolls to the next picture.

“We have gone through 45 pictures, what is the fuss about?”

“A makeup brand wants to send a PR package for Valentine's so you need a proper headshot” scrolling away 5 or more photos in rapid fire he sighs into your shoulder.

“Why don't we take a few in my phone?”

“No way, your camera sucks”

“If it's so much of a drag why not just decline? It isn't like you need some spare cash ”

“If I don't post -anything- for Valentine's my fans are going to think we are going through a hard patch and you already saw how weird they can be” it is very obvious for you that he means last Valentine's when a swarm of fans chased after you two like paparazzi. Even then he digs his head deeper in the junction of your neck and his arms hug you closer.

“Is that all?” You ask teasingly and he mumbles something into your skin “hum? I didn't catch that”

“I want all those bastards to know you are mine”

For a second it almost seems like the video froze but suddenly the half of his body he can see is dragged off screen to the right side of the bed.

“Aren't you too sweet to be the demonic influencer~~?” The phone's audio managed to catch some soft mwahs.

“Stop slobbering over my face I have to meet-! Oh~ I don't mind this too much actually”

And the video cuts to black.

A curse towards his friend slips from his mouth before wondering why exactly he has a slight memory of the event like staring at a rock under muddy water.

Sighing and turning off his phone Leo's devilish yellow eyes turn to the monitor displaying the screensaver. It isn't even one second before his natural curiosity takes over and wants to start snooping, wanting to see any future trends or blackmail he could use -would it even be snooping if it's his own computer?- and as soon as the wireless mouse moves the oh so famous video pops on the editing app.

The frame he left it at was the ending of the wedding ceremony, just after the telling of vows. At the beginning it is quite far away, just enough to distinguish who they are by rough features but as the couple -or some reason it's less embarrassing to say couple than say you and him- get closer to kiss so does the camarographer, quickly panning closer until both of your faces are encased in the frame. His caramel eyes dripping with such sweetness it reaches out from the screen to his tongue and makes him sick.

“Aww, looking kind of sour over here” your hands smooth the shoulders of his pajamas before digging each thumb under his shoulder blade attempting to undo years of hunching over work and making him sit up straight “feeling kind of jealous I haven't been paying much attention to you lately?”

Sliding a hand up the column of his neck, the nails softly scraping the skin making him sigh and almost inaudible “NPC” Through half open eyes Leo sees your face getting closer and how your lips curve into a smile.

“Back to that stupid name like back at the academy? Last time I checked I was LI” hot lips climb up and around his neck and behind his left ear “reminiscing about those times now? How about we reenact something else from back then?” slowly he moves his head to the side, Instigated by the thumb pressing on his cheek. Instinctually he opens his mouth.

Something wet enters his mouth and his hair is pulled up dragging his head above water.

“dude, are you okay?!” Sho yelps, patting him harshly on the back to get the water out of his lungs “I knew this wasn't a good idea”

Roughly Leo elbows Sho let him go and he sits on the floor feeling his lungs and nose burn each time he breathes in.

As his sight stops being obscured by thick black fog his surroundings get clearer. It was supposed to be an offhanded mention by their teacher but, after the class insisted, he took them to an exceptionally big marble bird pond he claimed a person could see their future in if they dipped their head in yet he refused to allow any of the students to do so.

Unsurprisingly Leo's curiosity got the better of him and Sho fell alongside him, sneaking in to see if it was true.

Just behind Sho someone he wishes didn't have to see in a while appears, you.

“What is the NPC doing here?”The question fell from his lips almost like a hiss.

“Alan saw you two leaving Vagastorm after curfew and asked me to check” given how Leo seemed still too winded to stand sho tells you to help him drag him back to their dorm. As you hunch besides him and slide his arm behind your neck you notice something under his shirt “Leo, you have a cut there!” it isn't weird noting how he was positioned and the somewhat sharp edge of the birdpond.

Your fingers dance over the thin but long cut just above his clavicle, the white skin irritated red.

Regardless of how innocent this touch around his neck was, it was impossible to separate it from the previous sight into the future with the current one.

Now with newly gained strength he swats your hand away “don't get so handsy so quickly, NPC” and slides both arms over Sho's shoulders who just sighs and carries him princess style.

“Bye, senpai” Sho shoots you a quick goodbye before going away with Leo who he notices is far too quiet than usual but as he looks down he finds him blushing and even his ears dusted with cherry red “why are you even red faced? It isn't even the first time I hold you like this… Oh don't tell me-”

“Shut the fuck up”

“First bet you lose”

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X-Men 97 episode 8 *SPOILERS*

Bastion

Not gonna lie, I busted out laughing when I watched his origin story. This is the second time an antagonist had to wait for a couple to make a child and use said child for their plans. Nimrod was lucky that the guy he infected was in a relationship. Plus, I thought it was gonna make Bastion sympathetic due to his childhood flashbacks, but nope.

So, he made a Utopia for humans, but the mutants are enslaved. Saw old Polaris and the Phoenix. But, what bugs me is that he claims that many of the humans consented to be turned into Prime Sentinels without knowing all the details and won't have any memory of being turned. I find it hard to believe that every single one of them would've consented, especially his elderly mother. Dude omitted many details and I'm pretty sure he turned some of them without them knowing. Plus, I'm still mad at him for killing Gambit.

Cameos of Dr. Doom and Zemo (hydra n@zi Zemo, not the MCU version). Wasn't expecting to see them being members of OZT.

Mr. Sinister's just in it for the mutant experimentation.....y'know what? I shouldn't be surprised with that reason why he "teamed up" with Bastion. More test subjects.

Summers Family

Not gonna lie, I was really annoyed with the drama between Cable and Scott. If this was comics Scott, I can understand why Cable's giving him the cold shoulder. But, this Scott didn't wanna abandon Nathan like his dad did to him! It was Madelyn that gave him to Bishop. So, if Scott was there with her, things would've been cool?! God, I'm so sick of this drama. Thank goodness that it didn't last long and that Jean stopped them from escalating it further.

Summers family vs. Prime Sentinels was pretty cool. I like that father/son fistbump, which means things will get better between the two.

It's funny that Jean's being the mom at Cable who's like this big man in his 50s.

Also, Jean and Scott's relationship is getting better which is a relief.

Nightcrawler

Once again, precious boy and MVP. What he said to Jean was really nice. He's always been there as someone's shoulder to lean and cry on. When he talked about Mystique, I felt so bad for him. Honestly, I hated what she did to him just because he was born that way. In the 90s show, she did feel guilt for what she did when Nightcrawler talked to her. But, I still didn't like her for what she did to him. However, with all the words and hugs he's given to others, I hope he has someone who'd give him words and hugs too. He also needs a shoulder to lean and cry on too.

SWASHBUCKLING NIGHTCRAWLER HELL YEAH!!! I've been waiting to see him use swords and it was worth the wait. Him teaming up with Wolverine was really cool. Plus, seeing how his teleporting works was cool too. Love that he was protecting his sister, and I'm glad that we got something with him and Logan cause we haven't had anything like that since he first appeared.

Beast

Why the hell would he let the reporter stay in?! Even if she's not doing her job, she's shouldn't be involved! It has nothing to do with her, plus, I'm pretty sure he revealed a lot of classified information that only the X-Men should be allowed to hear and see. Dammit, Beast. And, dammit Morph for letting her in too.

*sigh* Anyone else think, he's been done dirty in this episode? Cause having her stay in there got his butt kicked. Sure, he didn't know that she was a Prime Sentinel, but they do know the possibility that any human could be one, right? Now, Beast is knocked out along with Rogue, who hasn't woken up still.

Jubilee and Roberto

Okay, so they are gonna be part of the main plot, good. I was worried that they were gonna be sidelined, especially Jubilee.

His mom is a beech. She sold her son out to the Prime Sentinels and didn't believe him and for what? Her reputation?! Man, f**k this beech, she sucks. Poor Roberto though.

Finally using his powers more than once! I counted four times in this whole series so far of when he used them. It's also something that annoys me about the character. He said that he was training in the Danger Room to surprise Jubilee, but why couldn't we have seen that?! Why couldn't we have Roberto training with one of the X-Men's help and see him develop his abilities?! Hell, have Jubilee be there to train him! That way we could've seen more of his abilities and see him grow more and have him interact with other characters, bonding with them. Not just Jubilee. Maybe have him open up to when he first awakened his powers and why he wants to hide them, instead of just telling us.

On the plus side, they should be okay thanks to Magneto's magnetic EMP ability. Speaking of which....

Magneto

I'm glad he didn't get turned into a Prime Sentinel, but I still don't understand how Bastion and Mr. Sinister got his hands on him from Genosha. That blast should've killed him along with the Morlocks. I don't even think it's gonna be explained how they captured him.

His prisoner numbers....yeesh. 😬

The one good thing that Cooper did. Letting him go and realizing that he was right. Aside from that, f**k her. Seriously, was the only good human (regular human, not enhanced) shown in this was Moira?! Cause that's what it feels like.

Now, I was confused at first with what Magneto did, but I think he went to the North or South Poles and used the Earth's magnetic field which is strongest there to cause a worldwide blackout, disabling all the Prime Sentinels. Not killing them, mind you. All while in his underwear, too.

Honestly, I wouldn't blame him if he wages war. He tried to be good. He tried to respect Xavier's dream. But, look what happened. So, I wouldn't blame him if he did this.

HOWEVER! I like that Magneto was good. Part of me doesn't want him to go back to his old ways cause that's gonna be more conflict between him and Xavier. Plus, only Logan claimed that Magneto waged war. If he did, he would've killed the Prime Sentinels, but he didn't. If anything, he'd be waging war on Bastion since he's the one responsible. But, yeah, I'm sorry Xavier. You're cool and all, but Magneto was right.

Cameos

I mentioned Zemo, Doctor Doom, Future Polaris and Future Phoenix. But there were much more.

Omega Red and the Silver Samurai, but one that made me so excited to see......SPIDER-MAN!!! I was so happy to see 90s Spider-Man. I know many would want a sequel to the animated series, but we'll have to wait and see.

The rest I wanna talk/rant about

Professor X shows up finally, but I got miffed when he said "I hope I'm not too late". CHARLES! YOU ARE VERY VERY LATE!!! I know space travel takes time, but COME ON! He better do something real quick to help stop all this crap that's been happening. Dunno how, but it better be something good.

By the way, I'm still annoyed with that black hole excuse. Why couldn't he just contact Scott and the others and stay in touch with them right when he was fully recovered or was well enough?

WHERE THE HELL IS STORM?!?!?! I know she's with Forge, but you'd think the moment she heard about Genosha, she'd head back home flying. She'll probably show up next week, but it's been like two episodes since she got her powers back. Is her not being there sooner a choice the writers made cause if she was there, the fight with the Prime Sentinels would've been over quicker? *sigh* I just wanna see one of my favorites come back and kick some butt like she used too.

I dunno if Forge is gonna come back with Storm, but I hope he does. I want him to help with this Bastion mess. Plus, he did take a photo with him, which has me worried that he was connected somehow but I hope not. It also would be cool, if he contacted the rest of X-Factor and meet up with the X-Men and team up. But, I don't think that's gonna happen.

So, Bishop is definitely out of the picture for the rest of this season, which is bullcrap. It would've been cool to have him and Cable work together again like before along with the X-Men. But, instead, the excuse was they got separated from the time stream. So, we don't even know if he's okay or if he's lost again, or if he actually made it back home. God, I feel like his character's purpose of the show was to help create another characters origin.

Okay, I think that's pretty much it. It was a good episode, even though I did rant on a lot of stuff. We'll see how parts 2 and 3 play out in the next two weeks and hope that the finale will stick the landing.

[reccyls]

Villain's Festival 2024 - Victor's Epilogue

Quick translationof the epilogue you get for ranking for Victor during the election/Villain's Festival event. Just a brief context as well for the actual story, since the epilogue takes place immediately after:

Context:

Crown is in a competition with each other, as Victor decided that whoever steals Kate's heart is the one who will get a bonus from the Queen. Since everyone's been trying to appeal to Kate to win that bonus, she's feeling a little exhausted. Victor calls a brief stop to things and brings Kate away to the lounge, declaring that for the duration of the day, nobody aside from Kate will be allowed to enter to give her a quiet space for herself. Kate thinks to herself that it's very kind of Victor to see that she's feeling tired. However, she also thinks to herself that she feels a little bit... lonely, that Victor hasn't also been trying to woo her. He is a member of Crown and part of the competition, after all, but he hasn't so done anything to try and appeal to her. So she says that she'd like to spend time with Victor in the lounge having tea. She asks why Victor chose this form of competition, making a couple of wrong guesses: it's not because that way the competition will be on even ground (since obviously Harrison would win a poker competition, Liam would win an acting competition, etc etc). It's also not for work purposes, so that Kate has the opportunity to get to know the other members of Crown better. When Kate gives up and asks Victor to tell her the real reason... He leans in to place a kiss on her hair. He says, "This gives me a reason to try and woo you without making any complicated excuses." He doesn't care about the bonus. This kind of competition gives him a chance to touch her, and that's more than enough for him. He moves in even closer and puts his hand on hers, and then asks, "So... who is it that has stolen your heart?"

And now, the epilogue proper:

Victor: "So... who is it that has stolen your heart?"

Kate: "It's..." Kate: "It's you, Victor."

Victor: "Then, may I shower your heart with affection?"

He lifted his hand from mine, and then tilted my chin upwards with the tip of his finger.

Kate: (Ah, a kiss...)

There were plenty of opportunities for me to refuse. If I pushed him away, turned my head, or just said "no", Victor would definitely back off. But I had no desire to refuse. It was as if Victor's gaze had a magical compulsion that made you want to have your heart stolen away. I was unable to look away.

Kate: (If we could gaze at each other like this, if I could see myself reflected in his beautiful eyes...) Kate: (...how happy would I be, I wonder?)

As he drew even closer still, until our noses were nearly touching, I gently shut my eyes. --But, that moment never came.

Victor: ...Just kidding.

Victor suddenly withdrew, and I opened my eyes.

Kate: "Huh...?"

Victor: "Everyone was piling on the pressure, so I decided to try a little bit of appeal myself." Victor: "Being thrown a curveball like that and subjected to such a sudden change in attitude, it looks like you've been charmed."

Victor nodded to himself, as if saying, "Right, of course." He was saying that I had no particular attraction to Victor himself, and had only fallen under his charms due to the situation. It was as if he was emphasizing that I held no special feelings for Victor.

Victor: "...Regardless of who your partner was, whether it is me or someone else, of course someone's heart would start racing in a situation like that." Victor: "I'm sorry for using such dirty tactics."

Kate: "I-it's fine... You totally had me going..."

With such a total and thorough explanation, I had basically no choice but to accept that I had fallen for his so-called "dirty tactics". I began to wonder whether all my budding feelings for Victor were fake after all.

Victor: "As for the question of why I made the rule about stealing your heart... The true reason is..." Victor: "It's because I thought that if you were involved, everyone would really take this competition seriously. You are beloved by everyone." Victor: "I had wanted to see Crown fighting with all their heart for a cause completely unrelated to the darkness of the world." Victor: "But I didn't think that my selfish wish would place such a burden on you. I'm sorry."

Kate: "No, please don't apologize! It's true that I haven't ever experienced the pressure of so many people like this before..." Kate: "...But after hearing the reason, I understand why you did this. It's a very 'you' reason, Victor, because of how much you love Crown."

Kate: (It is a Victor-like reason, true, but...)

...(Flashback)

Victor: "...I don't care about the bonus." Victor: "This gives me a good reason to touch you, and that's enough."

...

Kate: (...As happy as I was to hear those words, I'm also sad that they were fake.)

Kate: "So it was a lie... It would be nice if they were true."

Victor: "...Kate?"

Victor's eyes widened after my true feelings slipped out.

Kate: "Hehe, just kidding! Call this payback for surprising me earlier."

--That was another lie, though. Since Victor had drawn a clear line between us, I wouldn't step over it.

Kate: "And... here, for you."

I handed over my heart-shaped necklace to Victor.

Kate: "I did end up falling for your tactics and my heart did start racing, so it's yours."

Victor: "Thank you."

Kate: "...I was surprised."

Victor: "Hm?"

Kate: "You're always so kind, but you have your own wicked side too." Kate: "It was a shock... but I'm glad to know something new about you."

I had inadvertently fallen for his ploy, and perhaps I had gotten all tangled up. However... More than that, I was happy that I'd learned about another new face of Victor's.

Victor: "...Well then, the next time we have a big group activity, I'll be sure to show you a glimpse of another new side of me!"

Kate: "Just a glimpse?"

Victor: "Playing hard to get is how I can get you to fall for me, isn't it?"

Kate: "Another one of your tactics? I'm not getting fooled again!"

Victor: "I was being serious."

Victor smiled. Regardless of whether it was the truth or a lie, I still felt happy. He'd stolen my heart, and it looked like I wouldn't be getting it back for some time. --What had been offered to the Reaper was a false heart shaped by his own two hands.

[pssionfruit]

(  madelyn cline.  ciswoman.  she/her.  )  did  you  hear  ?  QUINN MONTGOMERY  is  stuck  in  stonehaven   for  the  foreseeable  future  …  they've  lived  here  for  A FEW MONTHS  and  are  known  around  town  as  THE  OUTCAST,  though  back  in  high  school  they  were  better  known  for  being  voted  BEST SMILE.  if  i'm  not  mistaken,  they’re  a  TWENTY-TWO year  old  senior  studying  PRE-MED (  i  really  hope  that  translates  well  into  their  role  as  a MEDIC  in  the  ‘new  world'  ).  according  to  my  records  they  were  originally  on  the  trip  because  she needed it for her grad school admissions  —  which  checks  out,  given  they’re  LOYAL,  INDEPENDENT  and  WORRISOME.  if  you’re  ever  trying  to  find  them,  your  best  bet  is  to  start  at  bell’s bookstore  and  listen  for  someone  humming  don’t smile  by  sabrina carpenter.  oh,  and  don’t  forget  to  try  calling  out  quinny  or  picturing  french-tipped nails , dirty-blonde perfect waves , & a hand full of books  for  extra  help.  let's  hope  the  chaos  doesn't  get  to  them 

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full     name     :    quinn alison montgomery . nicknames     /     aliases     :   quinny . age     :     twenty     two . date     of     birth     :    november 5th . zodiac     :     scorpio gender     :     cis     woman   ,     she     /     her    pronouns     preferred     . sexual     orientation     :     heterosexual . nationality     :     american     . ethnicity     :     caucasian   . major     :    pre-med .

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

quinn alison montgomery is originally from sarasota , florida . that's where she was born and raised by her wild child mother .

quinn could tell from an early age that her mom had wilder tendences than most moms ( being out til 2am , bringing home diff people each night , partying in their apartment ) , so she had to grow up quite fast .... feeling like a mom to herself kjshd

her father was a mystery & he wasn't allowed to be discussed in her house .. or else her mom would lash out and freak .

quinn excelled in school & got a scholarship to attend florida university for pre-med ( she wanted to do well for herself lmao ) . she took the scholarship & was finally away from her mom's antics . she made smm friends at school & w was havin the time of her life .

but , a few days after her 21st bday - she found out the news that her mom had been arrested for dr*g possession along with her boyfriend . for once , quinn rly had no idea how to remedy the situation .

a few weeks went by and quinn's mysterious father somehow found out about the arrest and got in contact with her . he invited her to come move near him so she wouldn't be alone dealing w this . where'd he live ? lil , cute , small town of stonehaven , indiana .

quinn couldn't handle being alone and eventually agreed to go live with her dad ... sacrificing her college experience & enrolling in the closest college to her dad ( they had a pre-med program thankfully ) .

so as of now , shes living w her dad & adjusting to the drama that has went down in her life ... shes the outcast bc she's very new to the town still & rly hates going out and talking to anyone bc shes lowkey goin thru it and doens't want to talk abt why she's rly in town .. plus it's a small town where ppl know each other , so she feels left out / odd

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘��𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

quinn is known around town as the outcast bc she's recently moved to stonehaven to live with her dad . and she hasn't done much favors for herself since she hasn't really tried to make friends lmao .. but when you get to know her .. she's very down to earth , can be protective over those she loves , shes very dedicated to her major and things she cares abt , intelligent , & very realistic .

think ... meredith grey tbh.

𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

so she's new , so she prob doesn't have many connections rn sjdfhskf....but it'd be nice to get a friend for her! maybe they aren't friends yet..but they become friends & it's her first friend in stonehaven :-)

flings/crushes??

a rivals situation...maybe some1 doesn't like how quiet and outcast-y she is ...?? or she doesn't like them for some reason ?? idk

anything! <3333

[ivomartins]

(HS anon, yes me, again. Thought you've seen the last of me)

Allow me to ramble about Plague for a bit. Because the author did her dirty from the beginning. I hated that she was not taken seriously. Oh, she's drunk and gushing over Malbonte. Because of course she is, Malbonte is just so. Cool 🙄.

Plague. Deserved. Better. 👏 She was that bitch who deserved to be a LI. In fact, she deserved it more than Astaroth or whatever his boring ass is called.

I was more than ready to welcome her with open arms and accept her as the fucked up queen she is. But let's be real, imagine if Plague was a LI and people had to accept her as she is. No redemption arc, just bad bitch doing bad shit, throwing sick parties and enjoying it. Bitches can't accept Amen is a sadistic fuck very sexy of him in this house we stan fucked up individuals no justification whatsoever. Imagine if they had to do the same with her when she's a woman. Hell, Austie gets destroyed by fans every time she apears and this sexy mama hasn't done anything besides breathing. Like what did she do, besides the fact that she stood 5 seconds next to Lucifer and Malbonte.

...

Oooooh.

This past update taught me that RC fans aren't ready for a sexy diabolical queen like Plague to be a LI. They don't deserve a bad mommy I do though. In fact, they don't deserve any bad motherfucker as a LI, when they still go pikachu mode when the evil LI does the evil thing. Shocking. I know.

my inbox is your abode anon feel free to talk my ear off always i'm living for your rants (and your taste) 💗

plague deserved so much better you're 👏🏼 goddamn 👏🏼 right 👏🏼 like she had the most potential for depth out of all the horsemen and it was completely wasted when the author chose to just depict her as an angry little girl making the entire world pay for her temper tantrum like. not even her connection with kira was explored or given any attention and in the end she died clearly because alice just didn't know what to do w her anymore smh

i never thought of the idea of her being a LI but you're so right that would have been really good i mean. vicky is out here running into the arms of lucifer/malbonte after they've spent the vast majority of the story emotionally abusing her so the same could have been done with plague ESPECIALLY because she and vicky have the mommy issues in common and they share the same temper and childish antics like pls... it would have worked and worked great especially because it would have balanced the fucked up ratio of LIs a bit by adding another woman besides mimi but this story is just too cookie cutter. i actually like to think that plenty of fans would have enjoyed romancing plague because we only get interesting femme LIs like every once in a blue moon 🙃 but i see your point for sure

don't get me started on the outrage against amen like HDKSHDKE it was so funny to me because ??? wow i guess evthys isn't the only one who needed to see it w her own eyes to know who she's dealing with HDKSJDK that was such a meta moment lol like evthys has spent an entire season and a half being terrified of this guy despite how much she's into him of fucking course there's a reason for that and he's actually as terrible as we all thought

i don't think it takes away at all from the kindness and consideration he's shown towards evthys and his genuine feelings for her because two things can be true at once and no character is ever just this or that. i still have gripes with the writing for him (a rant for another day) but i agree that the outrage was so unwarranted

[indecisive-v]

alright, people put translations for yonah and deep cover on youtube so i finally caved, here's thoughts i wrote as i listened

YONAH

now, in t1, it looked to me like kotoko felt it was a necessity to do what she did? like there was no other way to save the victims of those she hunted down, and that makes sense to me

but it's looking now like she's just gotten so used to it that she likes it, and i think she tries to reason for it by saying she's doing the dirty work so others don't have to

she's the one out here beating up the bad guys, partly because kind young es shouldn't have to and partly because comatose weakling es can't

jackalope in novel secret content: es is great at this. peak warden material, A+ 11/10

kotoko in yonah: you're kinda bad at this lol

oh no i just had a Thought. forgive me for what i'm about to say and never let me cook again

so kotoko mentions "karmic retribution" right

my stupid idiot brain that had an undertale phase back in the day thought about sans 💀💀💀

karma and lack of i-frames are what allow sans to hurt you extra bad despite him only having 1 atk

kotoko is the same color as karma's poison effect and the prisoners' "i-frames" are disabled when es is asleep. she thinks she's sans underta- (i am sent to the prison)

kotoko in yonah: what's next, are you gonna start forgiving prisoners just because they're hot?

jackalope at the VERY BEGINNING: vote em inno because they're hot, vote em inno because you just like their Vibes, idc do what you want lol

Deep Cover

HOLD UP WAIT THIS IS A BANGER HOLY GOD I'M ONLY LIKE 4 SECONDS IN

yall weren't kidding about her stealing es' "under" lmfao

OH NO THE DISS TRACK

ok. done listening. i'm normal now.

just kidding gonna listen again

either kotoko figured something out in regards to the 11th prisoner es theory or she is a believer in the theory herself, or both

yep still a banger

funny thing, harrow to me felt like an anime op, now deep cover feels like an ed

you were all saying this was instant guilty material but i don't think it's... THAT bad...? maybe i'm just a lil head empty

at the same time though, good luck kotoko inno truthers fr 💀

i have a little more hope now after listening that the mv will soften the inevitable guilty storm? they better be cooking good lol

kotoko's diss track felt like it was her lashing out in anger after what es told her in the vd, mixed with her thinking "hey, everyone's in here for murder, right? and it's about whether you forgive them as opposed to whether they're actually 'innocent'? well, i can't forgive a murderer, no matter what."

kotoko has already stated in her t1 interrogation that she at the very least hasn't been bullied in the past, and while that doesn't eliminate the possibility of her having another sort of tragic/traumatic backstory (or her having been bullied but not thinking it counted for some reason), it could also just be that she's really misguided due to being a lone wolf and having no one to work with, bounce off of, and validate her but herself. being alone like that does shit to a person

[devcted]

she blushes a little, eyes flickering up to meet his own. he compliments her body, telling her how sexy her frame is. she never really considered herself sexy before, sometimes worried she looked too big, like her breasts and thighs...she wasn't petite like daphne and astoria. she hums a bit, nodding at his words. "you can do whatever you want with me, I'll be your pretty doll." she smirks, her finger wrapping around the strap of her dress teasingly.

she gasps softly when he pushes her against the wall, making her eyes widen a little as she bites down on her lower lip. his hands grabbing her waist, feeling so big against her body. they hadn't even had their first kiss yet and here he was, still managing to find a way to drive her crazy just from his words and the way his hand gripped against her hips. it's not fair that someone is allowed to be this perfect, towering over her like this as he speaks dirty words. "yes sir." she's never had sex before or really done anything sexual so she doesn't totally know what she's doing but she knows she likes it, the idea of obeying him makes her wet, she wants to be used by him. "please fuck me in whatever way you please." she purrs.

she barely even hears what he says about merlin, not because she doesn't love talking about her little owl but because regulus has lips on her neck, making her whimper a little as she bites down on her lip. "that's a good thing." she mumbles. "cause I like to talk a lot about animals and plants..." she giggles, fingers moving up to brush through his hair as he kisses at her neck a soft moan falling from her. she wants him so bad that it's hard to resist, making her feel dizzy.

bee didn't expect she would ever just step out into the forest and meet the guy who she's pretty sure is about to change her life foreveer, she never imagined she'd get to belong to someone like this after a few short hours of knowing him but it feels like a life time of needing him and his touch, waiting through all these less worthy boys until her prince came to save her from the hell that felt like her life. "I have a pretty dress I can wear...and I can show you off to everyone in diagon alley...how cute my boyfriend is." the name leaves her lips easily, she knows they haven't made it official yet but she likes saying it. "I hope it's okay calling you that..." she smiles shyly.

"you're so cute and broody." she teases smiling sweetly at the way he kisses her nose, making her blush a little. she's never been in love before, so she's not even sure what it feels like but she thinks she has a pretty good idea of what it might start feeling like and it's kind of heavenly, looking at him like she's found paradise and she truly believes she has because for the last two years of her life she was alone, empty and regulus changed all of that with his sweet voice and light eyes, powerful in both magic and the way he holds himself with such confidence and a big heart. he was hers and she's almost certain this was meant to be, why would the universe bring him to her if not to have her fall in love? "I'm yours..." her voice is soft, filled with lust, biting on her lower. "there's no more dying for you at least not for a long time." she teases. "we have a whole future." she teases.

she wonders if it's weird she hasn't touched herself before, hoping it doesn't make her look silly because she's seventeen and has never gotten off...but she's never really had a reason she'd want to, never really being attracted to anyone to the extent she likes regulus but regulus asks if she wants to be touched like this, to be touched by him and all she can do is nod at his words. "yes, please..." she whimpers softly, blue eyes flickering up at his as his hands move down when hip and it's almost painful. "touch me." she whimpers softly blue eyes flickering to his lips. "please daddy." but he stops just before he gets to the hem of her skirt, his hand coming to cup her face instead.

she pouts a little at his words, biting down on her lower lip. "don't withhold any part of you from me...please." she whines, arms wrapped around his shoulders. "I promise I'll be a good girl but you can spank me regardless, I want to be touched in every possible way....I want to be yours to use, will you?"

bee lets her eyes flutter for a moment, holding him close as she takes in his warmth and searches for the comfort he provides. he's like home to her, she knows to an extent all of this is wrong, at very least they should wait a couple days and tell her parents but she doesn't want to wait for him, it's been long enough and just because her parents were stupid with love doesn't mean she'll do the same. she's not going to do what she father did, she's not letting him go. "I need you forever regulus, you're my home now." she whispers.

bee laughs at his comment about being an ex evil wizard and she shakes her head. "no, most of my best friends at school are slytherins...you have the vibe of one and I apparently attach to them the most." she teases smiling up at him. he tells her hufflepuffs are his type making her giggle as she rolls she eyes a bit. "I hope not, I wanna be your only type" she smirks. eyes glued to him as she pulls off the shirt and sweater, leaving his chest bare. she'd already seen him like this but for some reason it still takes her breath away as her hand goes to trace against his bare skin, pressing a kiss to his chin. "go get clean, I'll be here waiting." her voice is soft as she smirks.

she presses her hand against his chest, pushing her hand against his chest to pushing towards the bathroom but also using it as an excuse to touch him. she waits for him to walk off into the bathroom and she sighs a little, looking around her brothers room. "I miss you ced..." she says softly. "but I think if you were here you'd do the same because regulus is worth it I think." she walks over to start removing the bedding, it's two years old by now going unwashed and replacing it with fresh new blankets, a flick of her wand and the bedding is turned to slytherin house colors, hoping it will give regulus a taste of home.

she takes some of his pictures down as well, placing them in a box. some she would probably bring to her room and others she would pack away from her future kids to see as well. she does enough that it should be a little comfortable for regulus, the rest he can decide on what he wants to do with his new room. she goes to sit on the bed and wait, looking around the larger room as she pulls her knees to her chest.

he finds it cuter than he should, the way she bites her lip and asks if he really thinks of her body that way. “i do. you have an hourglass figure and it’s sexy…” he allows his hand to fall to her waist, caressing her curves gently. “very pretty.” his touch hovers at her hip, wanting to keep feeling her but knowing he shouldn’t. “i could compliment your body more, if you let me take your clothes off,” he murmurs in her ear. he can only imagine how perfect she is, from her breasts and ass to her beautiful thighs and what’s between them.

the way she compliments him drives him crazy, using his hands to push her back until she’s pressing against the wall. he likes being called good more than he expected and it makes him want to devour her, leaving kisses and hickies all over her soft body. “i’ll fuck you however i want to fuck you,” he responds darkly, both hands on her waist.

he loves how she talks about animals, her soft voice so tender as she tells him how sweet merlin is. “he gets it from you,” regulus murmurs against her neck, pressing a soft kiss there as he holds her against the wall. “i love listening to you talk about animals.” he’s never heard anything quite so perfect, loving how her voice softens and she rambles as if she cares more than anything in the world and is a little embarrassed about it. 

it turns him on more that she volunteered, knowing she’s so kind and it’s genuine. he loves everything about her, from her sweet dress to her adorable voice and how good she smells, like flowers and fresh soil. “of course you did,” he murmurs in reverence. “sweet girl.” he presses another kiss to her neck but lower this time, lingering there. “i would love to hold hands… show everyone you’re my girl.” he has no idea how he got so lucky to be found by this angel but he wants to take advantage of every single second, taking her out to the village and enjoying her sweet smile.

the way her voice gets quiet as if she feels the lust too makes his heart race, cupping her face and realizing how tiny it is in his bigger hands. she looks down at his cock and it makes him want to tear their clothes off right then and there.

the moment slips away from them because of the way they share their vulnerabilities, as if they were always meant to do this and be together. he catches her tears with his thumbs, wiping them away gently. she looks beautiful when she cries, blue eyes shining bright with pain. she tells him he didn’t fail her and he tries to memorize the sound of her voice telling him that. it moves him, that she thinks her brother would’ve liked him. “i’m sure he was lovely.” cedric must’ve been, and not just because he was clearly handsome, but because bee loves him so much. he smiles sweetly at her words, because calling it a gift to have met him is as precious as she is. “you’re just the cutest thing…” he lets his thumb trace her tear stained cheek and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her small nose. “i want you.” he wants to feel her body and her soul and never leave her.

she answers him, feeding into his ego with compliments again and making him smile, hands moving back to her waist to press her against the wall almost possessively. “i would bring myself back to life again and again if it meant i got to touch you like this,” he says, and he completely believes he would do anything for her.

she tells him she hasn’t even touched herself and he salivates a little at just the thought of her slender small fingers rubbing against her cunt. he hasn’t even seen yet and he knows it’s pretty, just like the rest of her perfect body. “do you want to know what it feels like? my hand between your legs?” he purrs, letting one hand slip further down her hip teasingly. “i could pin you down and put my hand down your pants… rub your clit while we make out. do you think that would feel good, baby girl?” his voice gets quieter as he leans into her ear again, allowing his hand to stop before reaching the hem of her dress. 

his hands move back to her face, tilting it so that their lips are almost touching but not quite. she asks him to punish her and heat spreads through every part of his body. “maybe i’ll withhold some things,” he teases, glancing at her lips. “or i might spank you…” spanking her during their first time seems especially dirty but his lust for her is too strong, making his head foggy. 

he’s glad she feels like his because she’s the only thing he wants so far, in this new life. his parents are dead and his world ended; everyone moved on and he was left in the wake of what he did with no one. but just seeing her face is giving him hope, in the same way she said he gives her hope.

her face is against his chest and he can smell the floral scent of her hair, her frame so small with his arms wrapped around her. he hates when she pulls away, already missing her warmth. “you can come to me anytime you need…” he only hopes he gets to hug her close like this again. 

she asks if he’s a slytherin and he nods. “was it the ex evil wizard part that gave me away?” he says jokingly. “i can tell you’re a hufflepuff, too. but don’t worry; hufflepuffs are my type.” he smiles as she kisses his cheek, finally pulling away. “i’ll go shower…” moving his arms, he pulls his shirt off, his eyes meeting hers.

[ttlurking]

More kingheel headcanons while I write the fic because I gotta feed the nation that i created

König is surprisingly the more emotionally Intelligent out of the two. He not good at expressing his emotions but he understands them.

Stiletto is completely oblivious when it comes to feelings. Usually könig needs to spell things out for her, which works well enough for them, unless it's his feelings, poor man. This has led to a lot of misunderstandings.

Stiletto thinks König is cute, possibly the only person in KorTac to be able to find his tall, scary ass cute. She's a little fucked up, but that's why they work.

König on the other hand finds her scary, which is attractive to no end for him. Again, they're both a little fucked up, it works.

She's usually the more dominant between the two, loving to see him melt under her and become a blushing mess. He does however have his moments where he flips the script on her, using his size and voice to intimidate her. She loves when his voice gets scratchy and low, a teasing lilt to it that he only gets on the field.

They banter, a lot.

He does the true and tried mistake of mocking a short person for their height, not only that, he makes the mistake of mocking an Italian for their height. His shins are always some shade of purple, it's why he wears high combat boots or shin guards- rather than stop mocking her. She finds him infuriating, especially when he uses his height against her (she makes sure to ride him into unconsciousness when he gets particularly vexing)

They do have pet names for eachother! But they're strictly used in private or in bed. Sometimes he calls her "my queen" (He's a sap, and a cheeky one at that) which can either make her huff, or squirm (depending on how deep he is in her) she's much more of a traditional gal: "love, darling, beautiful" She will say sweet things in Italian to him, just to see his confused eyes and flushed cheeks. (While he does not understand the words he definitely understands the tone in which she's saying them).

König is the only one allowed to call her "Sal" He rarely uses her first name in full or last name. (He thinks they sound funny in his accent, she finds it cute.) He still hasn't shared his name with her, she never pressured him to.

König has read everyone's files, he was initially drawn to her because she was not "perfect" she was considered unsuited by her superiors because of her behaviour on the field, despite the results she brought back, he felt a kinship with that. That's how it started anyhow.

Stiletto, like most Italians, swears like a sailor (König finds it hot). For her it's just routine. The angrier she gets the less you will understand her curses, but trust the fact that you do not want to be in her path when she's angry.

While Stiletto is quick to jump the gun and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty, she's far more professional than König. (I hc her as older than him so perhaps that also comes with experience.) Her kills are brutal, but clean. Quick, efficient takedowns and a swift execution. (Though sometimes she let's her boyfriend influence her too much- standing execution *cough* *cough* the cheeky shot in the foot before the shot in the face.) König is ofc more messy, if his executions are anything to go by, he also throws more quips during a mission which Stiletto pretends to be annoyed by but in reality she can't help but love seeing come alive like this.

They trace eachothers scars after they've- ahem, done it. König especially likes running his fingers along the scar on her face. They like to remind eachother they're alive despite all they've been through.

During missions he watches over her like a hawk, not because he doesn't think she can handle herself, but he's protective asf and it's an instinct he can't completely suppress.

He's been known for following her around like a shadow. It's the one thing he doesn't mind people talking about. He likes people to know that he will always be right behind her, that he always got his eyes on her (and whoever gets close to her) and that he has a quite obvious claim on her. (She does not realise this, unfortunately my baby is as emotionally aware as a bag of bricks and therefore does not realise the extent of König's possessiveness)

While she might not be possessive like König, she is equally protective, not that she let's it show. Her protectiveness shines through in carefully constructed plans and a tight grip on her emotions, putting 150% into every mission so that nothing happens to him. Before getting with König she was a "The mission comes first" type of operative, now? She doesn't know if she can leave him behind to complete a mission, it scares her, it makes her feel compromised, in a way but she still feels safe between his arms at the end of the day, where all worries melt as they're cuddling together. Perhaps he's making her softer (never soft.), maybe it's not such a bad thing.

Stiletto is strong and skilled enough to manage to pin him down while they're sparring, he's gotten hard under her a couple of times.

König has begged her endlessly to see her in the urban carabinieri uniform, the one time she complies he fucks her so hard she needs to take a couple of days off from field work. (She was pissed.)

Since we're delving a bit into NSFW content I think perhaps I'll make another post exclusively on NSFW hcs, if anyone is interested, let me know!

That's it for now! I think I wrote enough to keep everyone fed for a while, I'll make more drawings once I'm finished with the projects I've been working on.

Thank you so much to everyone who's decided to throw themselves into this ship with me, I'd do anything for you all.

[dazedbypark]

you're warm | kth

Pairing : Kim Taehyung × Reader

Genre : Established Relationship! au, Comfort! au, Fluff, A hint of angst

Summary : You haven't watched a movie with your boyfriend in a long time. Or maybe more accurate would be the sentence - you haven't cuddled with him in a long time.

Warnings : None, except for the fact that it's written by me.

Word Count : 1.5k (does this count as a drabble? but whatever asjkshshej)

Author's Note : This drabble is uhh...quite random, I'd say. But then again, which work of mine isn't? The idea struck me while I was attending my classes and I was like why not? After I finished writing it, I really was in a Taehyung mood🤧

Anyways, please enjoy this drabble! It will mean a lot to me if you do so. And please leave feedback if possible (doesn't matter if it's good or bad). It motivates me a lot🌻

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You peep in at Taehyung's room through the half-open door.

There is no sunlight in there. The weather is cloudy today. Yet, he has somehow managed to keep the room warm. On walls painted white and brown, hang vintage paintings high and proud. The room is messy as always, Taehyung never bothering to clean it. Clothes are piled high on a chair, just a centimetre away from making a mess on the floor. The bed is still not cleared; blankets and pillows scattered on it.

He is sitting in his chair, squinting at the screen of the desktop through his glasses. His elbow rests on the table, his fingers grazing his soft lips and the tip of his nose. His brows are furrowed in concentration, giving him that intimidating look only he possesses (and it's scary, mind you).

You slowly push the the door, making space for you to squeeze into the room, silently praying that the door doesn't squeak. And it doesn't, luckily. You raise your head to look at him once again. He's still busy, head buried deep into his work.

You quietly tip-toe towards the back of his chair. And then, suppressing a laugh, you block his view by covering his eyes with your hands. You feel his eyelashes flutter under your touch and him jump in his chair, before he relaxes completely.

"Wh---Y/n, you gave me the fright of my life," he says, his deep voice filling in your ears.

You step away from Taehyung and turn to lean on the wall, facing him. He, too, tears his gaze away from the screen and directs it towards you.

"I intended that." You poke your tongue out at him.

He only laughs at that, the sound of it music to your ears. You have always loved his laugh; the sound of it, the way his face brightens up with a glow whenever he does so. Your heart melts, not for the first time since you first heard it.

"So, what are you here for?" he questions, raising his eyebrows at you. Does he know you love how his brows raise? He definitely knows. You roll your eyes at him.

"Does your girlfriend need a reason everytime she visits you?" you reply, crossing your hands on your chest.

"She usually doesn't visit without any reason, stating it right away when she enters, never wasting a moment. And when she does enter my house without saying a word, all she needs is cuddles. There always is a reason," he answers.

"She---" you try to come up with a clever and witty response, but fail to do so.

He smiles at you then, resting his chin on his hands and tilting his head. "As I said, my girlfriend never visits me without any reason."

You only puff your cheeks at that, annoyed because you can't find even a decent defence for yourself. He's good at this kind of stuff, for some reason.

"Let's just end that conversation right there. I'll just answer your question." You hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I want to watch a movie, alright? I just realized we haven't done so in a long time. And we'll watch romance, of course."

"Okay then, Y/n. Let me just finish writing this e-mail first," he says, motioning towards his desktop.

"What do I do till then?"

"Do whatever you want. Not like I have chained you up, honey." He turns his face away from you, shielding it from your view.

You only throw a dirty look at the back of his head and proceed to walk towards his balcony situated beyond the wide and tall windows of his room. Pushing the curtains aside and sliding the windows, you walk into it.

You love your balcony, you really do. But his holds a view undeniably better (maybe because it's his balcony). He sure does have good luck.

The city isn't as buzzing with crowds at this hour of the day. It's relatively calmer, making noise with only the silence for people to hear.

The cold, humid wind blows in, grazing your skin. It calms you down. You feel all your clenched muscles relax, giving in to the simple comfort of the wind blowing. You close your eyes and lean on the railings, placing both your hands on it.

In reality, you care nothing about the movie. It just hasn't been that great a day. Not bad, but it hasn't been the best one either. And your thoughts that constantly trailed towards negativity didn't help much either. Tired of them, you had found yourself walking aimlessly within the city, just simply looking at all that it held in it; at the buildings and the trees, at the changing seasons, at the sky and at the people. Feeling yourself unwind a little after that, you unsurprisingly found out that your feet had led you to the complex Taehyung lived in. You had smiled a little then.

Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around your waist and a body slowly pressing against your back.

You only sigh, smiling. A warm feeling swirls in your chest. It is love and so much more that you feel for him. You spin around in his hands, turning to face him.

You find him smiling at you, eyes searching yours.

"You really love my balcony, now, don't you?" He tightens his grip on you a little.

"And so what? What if I do?" You cock your eyebrows at him, swiping your tongue against the inside of your cheek.

He pulls you close, and your face finds itself pressed into his chest. Your cheeks flame a little, but it feels nice. Comforting. Like home. You feel warm inside out whenever he holds you like this.

You breathe him in. Even his smell is so warm.

"Your breath is making me ticklish, Y/n. Don't do that," he laughs, and you feel his chest vibrating with laughter against your face.

"I..." you trail off, not knowing what to say. You only press your face into his chest further and wrap your arms around his back, holding him close.

"You're really in a cuddly mood today, huh? What about the movie?" he asks, and you hear the smile in his voice as he does so. He must be looking at you with those eyes. Eyes that your friend had once claimed that he only has reserved for his loved ones. As much as you want to look at his eyes and him, you don't want to distance yourself from him even a bit. Why in the world couldn't you do both of them together?

"I still want to. Just give me a second, please." And he does.

You try to savour his warmth, his body so close to yours, his hands on your back, his comforting presence. You don't know how much time you hold on to him like that. He doesn't move either.

When you finally look up, you find him looking at you with eyes so fond, that you immediately melt under his gaze.

"Shall we go now, Tae?"

"Okay. Let's go, Y/n." His eyes flit all over your face before he finally lets go of you, and you miss the contact quite quickly.

As you walk, his hand finds yours and his fingers intertwine with yours absent-mindedly. You smile quietly at the gesture.

As soon as you reach his living room, you curl up on the couch with the blankets and the pillows you brought on your way here.

Taehyung proceeds to turn on the television and scrolls through the seemingly endless collection of movies.

"Which one this time?" he asks, turning to look at you, only to find that you are already curled up on his couch. You really are in a cuddly mood today. He smiles, knowing that you are going to sleep halfway through the movie. He isn't complaining, though.

"Any movie is fine," you mumble in reply to his question, your voice a little muffled due to the layer of blankets you have wrapped yourself in.

He only shakes his head at you, smiling, and continues his search. At last, he decides on one and then walks towards your form on the couch.

After contemplating for a moment, he sits on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as possible.

Realising this, you scoot over to his side of the couch. He smiles like an idiot. You hardly seem to care about his win at this point. You curl into him, putting your arms around him and resting your head against his chest, his heart beating steadily under you. He too, secures his arms around your body, holding you close to him and rests his chin on your head. You smile at that.

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"You're warm," you're mumbling, half-asleep, when barely 10 mins of the movie have been completed.

Your words warm him up as well.

_

To his surprise, it doesn't even take half of the movie for you to fall asleep. You must have really been tired today, he thinks as you snore lightly in your peaceful slumber.

He kisses your forehead and holds you tighter.

He loves you, he realizes not for the first time.

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[not-a-big-slay]

Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figured out from whom it really came from

! warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood, slavery, abuse!

part: 3/?

previous part: part 2

next part: part 4

masterlist

A/N: so, its finally here! very very sorry for not releasing last week, but I was real busy and right now I have a writers block so this chapter took me like 5 days to finish.. anyways its here and i hope you enjoy it :) if you wanna get updated say so in the comments!

Y/N adjusted the strap of her backpack and looked at the house in front of her. She faced a white renaissance church, that probably went through enough, judging by the gray spots and crumbled structure. The sun was setting in low and it painted a various shades of red on outer walls. Seagulls sang a tone that made her stop her gazing and finally step inside.

A long time has passed since she has done this. When she was younger, flyers and sometimes heralds brought new clients to her, but now, she had none of it, so a question immediately rose in her mind. How does the client know about her? She assumed there were plenty of hitmen in Kerch, so it must have been someone known to her. Not many people in her past were harmless or friendly, so whoever awaited behind that door sure as hell was dangerous.

She took a deep breathe in. I still got it. Releasing the air, she made her way to open the large white door and grabbed a hold of her knife as soon as her hand left the door handle. She was met with empty seats and paintings that hold the ideas of how the Saints must've looked like. Y/N's eyes took a moment to get used to the lack of light shining through dirty windows. She jumped a little when the heavy doors shut behind her.

Taking out her knife seemed like a good idea. Churches always spooked her. Wether it was because her mother liked to go there or the idea of obssesing over something not real and creating a false hope inside yourself didn't quite amused her. Or both.

She looked around, revealing secrets of the believing with every move. A high roof watched over her from above joined by a little balcony not so far below it. Amazing place to hide and take someone out Y/N thought. Realizing that, she moved away from the middle, as it was the most revealing place, and kept on exploring. She began to think it was some sort of a joke. Some kids might have seen an old flyer offering service of death and send for her to come to this old creepy church right at the verge of night. Her knife, that succesfully made its way onto the same level as her chin, was slowly lowered to her hip.

This is stupid.

It was until the sound of footsteps brought her defense back. Her head followed the noise and she turned around to finally see her client. A breathe got stuck in her throat as her heart slowed down, almost to a full stop. Y/N couldn't move. She froze at the sight of him.

,,Hi, snowflake.". She dropped her knife at that. She promised her younger self she will never have to hear this word used on her again. The only movement her body allowed right now was shaking, and so it did.

Deln, her former slaver stood in front of her, smirking disgustedly, that Y/N would puke if she could move, his green eyes, the only part of his body that hasn't gone grey yet, were hurting her more than any weapon ever could. They caught hers and didn't intend to let them go. He walked around her frozen body like she was a caged animal and he was in a circus, knowing she can't hurt him behind the bars.

,,So very glad you made it."

His words were like venom, spilling into her mouth and making her swallow it and poisoning her slowly. He was still tall and slim, like a snake. Beating up slaved children must be keeping him in shape. After making a full circle around her, she finally broke free of the freezing spell and took deep breaths as if she wasn't breathing at all in the trans. He patiently waited for her. Y/N slowly pointed her knife at his throat, imagining it hammered in. Her E/C eyes burning with the color of hatred. ,,You.." she said simply, but threateningly low. Deln giggled lightly. He always made her feel so little and weak.

Like a snowflake.

,,Am I that unforgotable-" he was stop by a sharp blade pressed on his throath, ready to take the life out of him, ready to split his neck in half and watch how he would drift away from the living. She wouldn't even blink during that, wouldn't miss a second of his death desired by many.

,,The only thing unforgetable will be this knife I'll leave on your grave, stained by your blood." Y/N promised, not breaking the intense eye contact. It was very important for him to know she's not weak anymore and that he had no power over her, even if it wasn't completely true.

Deln opened his mouth as he breathed in, wanting to say something, but closed it right after with a sigh. His hands folded behind his back, he stood straight, like some noble prick with a high rank. He always presented himself as something bigger than what he actually was- a common street rat, an insect. After a moment, he finally told her he needed the service to kill.

,,There are different hitmen in Kerch. Why me?" she said, knowing the question is stupid. If Deln could, he would bother her in the after life. ,,I am kind of sentimental," he spoke, waliking away from her. Y/N didn't stop him, just lowered her knife after it lost it's target. ,,and I know you kind of miss it." he took two additional steps and then turned to her. She frowned slightly at him before laughing lightly: ,,Miss it? The killing? You'd be surprised". She laughed harder after that.

He watched her with a smile on his face. Y/N took on her stone face again after the little fun she allowed herself to have. Deln started walking back to her, looking at the cobblestones that formed a floor. ,,Then tell me," he paused and looked straight in her eyes, ,,why did you came back?"

The girl wanted to argue with the man that looked more like a farmer than a slaver, however she started to think about his words instead. She couldn't miss the killing. To start a death business was just a desparate decision due to a lack of money and knowledge to take on other jobs. Killing someone didn't seem to require much effort, but after her first job, it turned out it requires a strong mentality. Taking a life also takes a part of you, a part you will miss and wont be the same with it gone.

An eye for an eye.

Missing something like this would mean she has gone completely crazy. She would never enjoy being the death's messenger. So why she came back after reading the letter send to her, proposing her skills, another eye, again? Could she truly miss this awful thing? Has it grown her like a drug and she became addicted?

Deln's words played with her brain, kicking it and throwing it to sides like a ball. The man noticed it and decided to pull her out of her thoughts by speaking: ,,Don't overthink it. I have something you would agree to anyway." Y/N looked at him. His face was serious, but calm. It wasn't threating in any way, but comforting almost. She understood what he meant. Yes, maybe he was sentimental, but there was something else that made him call on her.

Revenge.

She would get revenge.

,,Are you gonna let me kill you?" she asked, dropping her head to the side. He laughed walking past her slowly, his hands still behind his back. Deln stopped in the middle of the room, Y/N never leaving him off of her look. The paintings of the Saints made him look like one of their own. She must've smiled at that. He was nowhere near a Saint.

,,That would be a more tempting offer, I'm sure," he chuckled, ,,but I got the next best one." The girl couldn't resist the curious step forward, revealing she wanted to know more. Deln noticed and did the same as if a certain distance would let her know everything she needs to. She resisted another step, longing for the name of the victim.

,,I want you to kill Pekka Rollins."

She gasped silently as the tension exploded like a bomb. Pekka Rollins. That name rolled in her head, knowing damn well who that is. The man who made her life better and then made it even worse, filling her with happiness and hope and then crushing it right in front of her, making her to live through the hell he created with his actions. The man she imagined killing everytime she held a weapon. It was easier to kill when she visualized his face on her victims, but killing him in real life, piercing a bullet through his psychotic brain, tasting the sweet revenge on her toungue while she takes time to mesmorize his lifeless, helpless body on the ground, that would be a true wealth she wished to seize.

However, while he made her and her mother's life hell, Y/N couldn't understand why Deln wants Rollins dead. She doubted it would be just a sweet gesture from his heart to make her happy, to fulfill her dreams, to get revenge. Not a soul in The Barrel would do something for others without a personal gain. Everyone here exist out of spite, her mother used to say. Don't be fooled by the sudden kidness.

,,Why?" That question seemed to confuse Deln. If Y/N got this offer 7 years ago, she would ask where and when would the murder take place, but she knew better now. ,,What will you gain if he dies?" she started to stroll to him without moving her eyes from his. She stopped 6 feet away from him and folded her hands, like he did, but in the front. He pumped his eyebrows up at that and began walking around her, answering the question.

,,Rollins took a liking in stealing my slaves and putting them in his cathouse. I used to sell them to him, but it turned out he doesn't like spending money on dirty girls.". She cringed at that name. Classes were never a thing in The Barrel, but illegal slaves and brothel owners were like a light and a darkness, they couldn't exist without the other. Y/N was never in The Sweet Shop, but if she could exchange the experience with Rollins for working in a pleasure house, she would. There is a sort of comfort in knowing what would happen to her rather than waiting for the unexpected.

,,I talked to him and he almost butchered me for it, so I'm gonna butcher him for real now. Well, you will." he stopped next to her and turned his head to the side, catching the E/C eyes again. Y/N thought about it. It sure used to piss him off when he lost only a bit of money. Every lost money is a lost food for you he used to say when the girl asked him why was he mad at the 10 kruge he was robbed of. Nevertheless, she needed more than a sad story about stolen slaves.

,,How can I trust you?" she asked and folded her hands on her chest. He took a half-circle around her and started to walk in the middle once again. Why the hell is he always walking? she thought. Once in the middle, he looked at her with a smirk. ,,Because I can give you what Rollins promised." he spoke and reached for something in his pants. In that moment Y/N took a hold of a smaller knife she had on the opposite side of the other that laid still on the ground behind them. Deln reached his other hand in front, indicating no harm will come to her from whatever he's about to take out. Deln lifted his hand up, holding a piece of paper. After looking at it long enough, she lowered her knife.

Freedom papers.

He held it out like a candy and Y/N paced to it like a kid. She took it in her hands, eating up every word on it.

I, Deln Caskeye, am releasing Y/N L/N out of my ownership and accepting them as a free and independant person. I no longer own them as a property and I will not control their free choices hereafter. On this day ____ in _____.

Signature: Deln Caskeye

Tears crawled up from their hideaway and read every word with her. In Kerch, slavery was illegal, so this paper wouldn't make its way to the goverment. If slavers ever released someone from slavery, they would just let them walk, but having this paper, even though it meant nothing from the view of the law, meant she'd be really free and she could confirm her freedom to herself. Also, this paper would save her from being enslaved again. It was an unspoken rule among the slavers in Ketterdam. They, at least, had some dignity between themselves.

Y/N looked at the man. She ran away from him many years ago, but never felt quite free. This paper might help her with that. He smiled as if he was proud of her. Her tears hid back when she saw that smile and held the paper back at him like it was an extremely hot object and she wanted to get rid of it as soon as she could. He slowly took it back and folded it again in his pocket.

,,Pretty nice right?" he noted. ,,All you have to do, is kill him, not slowly, but I think you wouldn't do that anyway.". The hitman thought about it. Being free was her dream from when she was seven. Pekka Rollins promised her and her mother freedom for one job and he broke his word. She almost got deja vu from it by standing here. ,,How do I know you're not lying?" Deln smiled at her and walked over to her. They were close, his chest mere inches away. ,,You know I never lie, snowflake."

As much as she was disgusted, it was true. Deln was always honest. He was abusive, cruel and controling, but he never lied to her. He gladly told her how she would be punished for misbehaving and what was probably awaiting her when someone bought her. He didn't need to lie to be respected by slavers. He didn't need to manipulate her and other slaves to be feared by them. And on top of that, she could just run away if he lies. The freedom paper meant a lot for her, but she managed for 5 years, and the taste of revenge would keep her going for long. If he isn't lying, this would be the greatest deal in her life. Too great to be true.

Deln waited for the answer patiently. Y/N looked at him with confidence in her eyes. She studied him one more time. Wrinkles showed her just how much time have passed. He could be a changed man, even a liar. She knew better than to make a deal with dangerous men. Her hand made its way onto her wrist. The black fabric reminded her what Rollins did to her. What Rollins did to them. Deln threw his head from side to side after every moment that has passed. She stopped his action by finally answering, probably changing her fate forever:

,,I'll do it..

..I'll kill Pekka Rollins."

[countlessrealities]

Rick's offended incredulity is quick to turn into full outrage at Clarissa's insinuations. She might have all the reasons to rage and blow up at him, even he can't deny it, but now she is making up pure bullshit.

And he hasn't missed that little jab she has thrown in, putting herself in the list of his "conquests". As if she had been nothing but another meaningless fuck. It stings, no, it burns, because no matter how it had ended between them, he used to genuinely love her. Seeing his feelings mocked in such a way sparks a consuming fire inside him, made in equal part of resentment and grief.

"I-I've never just thought about building such secret stash! N-Now I'm wondering, b-because that is a real fuckin' specific scenario you put together. M-Maybe you were fuckin' hoping that I did! W-Well, sorry for fuckin' disappoint!"

Maybe taunting her isn't the wisest choice, but he is already way past caring. If she wants to lash out and make ridiculous accusations, he won't just sit there and take it. Two can play that game, and Rick is used to play ruthlessly and dirty. Today won't be an exception.

If she thinks that he isn't ready to try and beat her on her chosen ground, she is very wrong.

Yet, a hint of dread touches his expression when the bottle is taken from his hand. Blue eyes follow as Clarissa fills not one, but four glasses. She's really going all in.

And then the "Never have I ever"s come and he feels like she is stabbing him in the ribs with each of them. The first is straight out insulting and, together with the second, tells him that the woman thinks of him as some perverted stalker who has obsessively chased after her after the abrupt end of their relationship.

Or, maybe, she just wants him to think it because she's feeling vindictive and wants to show him just how little respect she has not left for him.

"Tha-That's not the game works, y-you know?" He points out, purely out of spite, his eyes growing cold with grim determination. "B-But fine. L-Let's do it your way."

Teeth clenched, he rests his hand near the first glass. He stares at it for a moment and then raises his gaze to meet Clarissa's just as stormy one.

"N-Never have I ever tracked down an alternate version of my ex t-to fuck her or to fuck her around," he recites in a flat tone. He drums his fingers on the table, but he makes no move to take the glass.

He let the tense silence stretch out for a moment, to let the message sink, and then he moves to the second shot.

"N-Never have I ever covertly interfered with my ex's work or-or her contracts, just to be a colossal dick."

Once again, the glass is left full and in its place. This should settle for her that not only he hasn't kept her goddamn panties, but also that he has never looked for her or another version of her, not even once, in all those years.

Now on to the hard ones.

"N-Never have I ever dug around in my ex's history without her knowledge or consent." A pause. "W-Well, she wasn't my ex yet w-when it happened, but..."

His voice trails off and he picks up the third glass, knocking down its contents. He takes a few seconds to savour the burn of the alcohol flooding down his throat, allowing it to ground him as his head gets imperceptibly more dazed.

"N-Never did I ever break an ex's heart because I-I hated her past more than I ever loved her."

He grabs the last shot with a little too much energy. The liquor spills on his fingers, but he doesn't seem to notice. He brings it to his lip, but instead of draining it as he has done with the previous one, he takes a sip and then sets it down, leaving it more or less half full.

"D-Did I break my ex's heart over her past? Y-Yeah. B-But it wasn't because I hated it o-or didn't love her enough." His brows knit together, causing his frown to deepen. "I-It was because she knew how I felt about that stuff an-and she still chose not to tell me shit. S-She had to know that I-I would have found out. S-Sooner than later. An-And yet she still led me fuckin' on an-and lied to my goddamn face."

"Who knows with you! For all I know, you have a maximum security vault tucked away in some unmarked asteroid belt, where you keep a gallery of time-frozen underwear ganked from each and every of your previous conquests."

If Rick thought Clarissa's opinion of him was low before, he's in for some serious whiplash as those already shaky foundations crumble beneath his feet. Evidently her estimation of him has corroded much over the years. Any respect of him has been worn thin over years of through retreading and exhuming his every flaw and every slight against her.

She's lying if she claims she cares about some inexplicably disappeared underwear. She wouldn't have cared when they were together. But Rick's disbelief seems to act as the stray spark that ignites some volatile substance hidden beneath the facade of Clarissa usually being the more tired, the less confrontational of their broken little pair.

"Actually—" Actually, she's not done. "I'd say it's about the least that I'd expect from you."

Clarissa snatches Rick's bottle and starts lining up shot glasses, setting them each down with a thunk that threatens to splinter each of them on impact. Then she starts pouring, stopping when the surface of each little glass wobbles a millimetre above the rim, only surface pressure keeping them from dribbling their spirits onto the table.

"Never have I ever tracked down an alternate version of my ex to fuck her or to fuck her around. Never have I ever covertly interfered with my ex's work or her contracts, just to be a colossal dick. Never have I ever dug around in my ex's history without her knowledge or consent."

The only time Rick's ever honest is when he's drinking. Well, then she'll give him something to drink about. He can raise a glass on her behalf to the splintered wreck of their history. Clarissa slams and fills one last glass.

"Never did I ever break an ex's heart because I hated her past more than I ever loved her."

[scarlettriot]

For All The Uterus Owners

What the MHA boys do to make you feel better during that time of the month when you are in absolute PAIN!

Warning: 18+ content below the cut. Mentions of sexy times. And period things, obviously. Mild cursing. 18 and under DNI

A/N: Yes, I am projecting. No, I don't care a single bit.

Midoriya

. This man knows your cycle better than you do!

. It might seem annoying but Midoriya just uses all the knowledge he's gathered to make it this time as comfortable as it possibly can be.

. During the days leading up to your period, he will stock up on all your favorite snacks, make sure the heating pad is easily accessible and he buys pain meds in bulk!

. Throughout your period, Midoriya will do little things to make your day easier.

. He'll always make sure you have a glass of water because hydration is important.

. He will throw your towel in the dryer while you shower so it's warm when you're done.

. Absent minded massages for your shoulders, feet, legs, chest. Things like that.

. "I just want you to be as comfortable as you can, doll."

. He knows when your worst days are and will do whatever he can to make them less painful. If you're irritable and want him to fuck off, he will. If you want cuddled until you're sick of him, he'll do that too!

. Hero work will come up but he does his best to check in with you in case you need him to bring anything home.

. The one thing he hasn't ever been too comfortable with is sex during this time. He's tried, poor man really has but he just cannot.

. But, he knows how much it can help SO! Whatever toys you want, he'll get them. You want dirty talk or phone sex, he'll be at the top of his game! Anything to help you, during this time, he doesn't give a single crap about his own pleasure.

. He will pounce on you the moment it's over though and I hope you didn't plan on walking anywhere in the days that follow.

Bakugo

. He might seem like he doesn't pay attention to these things but the man knows.

. He doesn't think about picking up pain meds or putting new batteries in the heating pad but without fail, you can find your favorite snack well stocked just before you're due to start.

. It might have taken him some getting used to but Bakugo has come to the decision (begrudgingly) that while you're on your period YOU are the one who gets to be full of sass and attitude.

. He does try his best to temper his anger around you during this time. He has his slip-ups but he's trying to not make you more irritable than you already are.

. That doesn't mean he lets you get away with shit though.

. You're still drinking that water he's brought you.

. You have to eat something other than sweats and salty treats.

. You're also are not allowed to miss that meeting for work.

. If you're cuddling, he will pop off tiny little explosions to heat his palms and rest them over your lower abdomen, your back, or your chest. Whatever is aching.

. If you suggest a little sexy time might help relieve a certain ache he'll be more than happy to aid you. But, HE will only suggest it if you're being particularly sassy, complaining too much.

. "Cramps bothering you? Bet I can make you forget about 'em."

. Bakugo will take it as a personal challenge to make you forget about the pain your damn uterus is causing you. The only one allowed to make you feel sore is him, damn it!

Todoroki

. This poor guy...

. Todoroki obviously knew what periods were, he has a sister but he didn't KNOW about them until he lived in the dorms of UA. (I headcanon that Ochaco had very, very bad cramps one day and missed training and when he asked Midoriya why she didn't go to Recovery Girl to fix it they decided it was time for an educational meeting).

. They're still a mystery to him for the most part. He knows they hurt you, make you double over in pain sometimes and it's not the kind of pain that can be healed through a quirk.

. He knows you like certain foods and that snuggling against his warm side makes you feel better.

. With his father's credit card, he will buy you whatever food you like. Tell you to book a day at the spa or whatever it is that will make you feel better.

. He's shocked you don't usually accept his offer and would rather just stay in, cuddling against him instead. Not that he minds after a long day of hero work.

. Todoroki will regulate his heat until you are comfortable, you practically pulling his leg across you and using him as your personal heating pad.

. "This can't be comfortable for you. Please, let me just get you something that's meant to help you."

. He has a hard time understanding that he is your favorite and that this actually is comfortable.

. You'll have to explain to him there are other things only he could do to help you too...you'll really have to explain it to him too.

. He's willing to give you what you need though as long as it gets rid of some of your pain.

. He is going to suggest doing it in the shower though, hoping to avoid making too much of a mess.

Kaminari

. Yeah, I think Kaminari is too scatterbrained to actually remember when your time of the month is. He picks up on the subtle changes in your mood quickly though when it's coming.

. When he does realize though, he's at the store that very day throwing literally EVERYTHING and ANYTHING in the cart that even has the possibility of making you feel better.

. From food to medication, to stuffed animals, to video games, to board games... it's all going in the cart.

. This is how you ended up with the life-sized teddy bear that now sits in the corner of your room...

. Take-out happens every single night. He'd try and cook if you asked him but you know that's probably safer to just let him be generous and order in.

. Big time promoter of snuggles!

. Big time promoter of period sex!

. "It helps! Or, that's what I've been told... I'm just sayin' we could give it a shot!"

. And it did help. Because of that, it is now one of the first things he suggests doing when you are even just a smidge irritable.

. You can chuck the life-sized bear at him. He won't take it personally.

. It might come off as annoying but, he does everything he can to get you feeling wonderful again. Expending all his efforts on you. Doing everything he can to be a buzzy distraction and get you to smile.

Kirishima

. Not nearly as detailed as Midoriya is but also not as aloof as Bakugo. Kirishima cares about you and your health and he sure as hell isn't afraid to show it.

. He'll take a peak where he knows you store your feminine products a few days before you're due to start and then go out to the store to pick up anything you might be running low on. You seriously haven't had to buy anything for yourself. He learned after like two months of dating.

. While there, he will also make sure you have plenty of snacks as well as actual food for meals because keeping your energy up is just as important as making sure you're comfortable.

. When he isn't off being the sturdy hero he is, he's your comfort hero at home.

. Wrapping you both up in the heated blanket, he has to stick a leg out so he doesn't overheat but he'll be damned if he gives up cuddles just because he's a little warm.

. During this time, Kirishima will do everything he can to make sure you aren't lifting a finger! He's had cramps before, in his legs and arms from working out and his several growth spurts, he can't imagine how you deal with them month after month!

. He'll offer to do just about anything for you normally but that goes double when it's your time of the month.

. Massages are his favorite way to help you though. They usually always turn into something more not that either of you complains.

. He will let you take the lead every single time.

. "Just tell me what I can do to help. Whatever you need, pebble, just tell me."

. That statement is always said multiple times over the course of your period but with different contexts.

. Going to the store, running you a bath, getting medicine from the pantry, dicking you down until you're speechless... you know, whatever you need.

[january-summers]

Some days I just want to hurt my faves.

I've been on a time-travel fix-it fic kick lately, and then i saw some meta re: season 7&8 and I thought:

"You know what would be so messed up and frustrating? If the fact that Sansa was ostracized by her family for being too much a southern lady, and Catelyn's anger at anyone who harmed her family met in a time travel AU where in the Bran and Arya died and aren't themselves theories are true."

Like, picture it right? Bran was scooped out once he'd finished becoming a good enough vessel and it was actually Brynden the three-eyed-crow in his body that came back south of the wall. Arya was killed by the waif in that dark room, and wore her face home to Winterfell, so none of the reunion/reconnection/understanding between them and Sansa happened.

Jon has never understood Sansa, never forgiven her for not telling him the knights of the Vale were coming (when Sansa herself wasn't sure they'd arrive on time until they were there and they couldn't make a plan around an additional force that might not have even shown up on time), or for giving Dany (well-deserved, even though it wasn't that harsh) grief. (or for being right about Dany's downward spiral.)

Robb was already ready to believe Sansa was a turncoat when she sent the note at the start of it all, Ned's never been close to his eldest daughter, Rickon's Rickon and hasn't seen her since they were all so young and Sansa was telling off her siblings for getting their nice clothes dirty.

And Catelyn has come to the worst (but mostly accurate) conclusions about what happened back then but has been suppressing the idea of it, because Sansa was still her daughter.

But then they all die, Jon burnt to a crisp in the throne room by Drogon, and Sansa left in the north. Alive as far as he knows.

And they all wake up in the past in Winterfell, and once they discover they've all been sent back in time from the point of their deaths (so they think Sansa hasn't been sent back, because she should still be alive) they all agree to shut Sansa out of any family meeting on the future.

Except Sansa did return, she was just more subtle about it than the rest of her family, and can't get a word in edgewise to explain literally anything.

Like the fact that she's the reason they've returned, because Dany's remaining army razed Westeros in revenge since Jon was already dead, and those who weren't killed under their blades starved to death from all the crop burning that went on and oh by the way nothing happened the way you thought it did and aunt Lysa killed Jon Arryn and Joffrey sent the assassin with catspaw and-

Sansa, being so freaking tired and just. the most Done With This Shit, says "screw it," asks Jeyne to cover her with Septa Mordane, say she's feeling unwell or something just until her family notices, then takes her allowance, buys some supplies and GTFOs Winterfell to go live her best life, because she can't do this again after all.

Or maybe she heads north to the Wall, sets up in one of the defunct Night's Watch castles and becomes an urban legend/cryptid.

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tldr: what if the Stark family treated Sansa the way certain parts of the fandom did while the whole family gets a do-over.