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Underbite has a jagged beak abd nobody can convince me otherwise
#maccadam#transformers#tf rid15#rid underbite#i absolutely love the Chompazoids' designs and worldbuilding implications#especially since they're considered a type of dinobot#but clearly resemble nothing on earth#the tfwiki compares their build to canids but I'd compare them more to a mix of dinosaurs (avian or nonavian) and birds#their mechano-musculature and large helms are built to rip off large chunks of metal and consume them#almost like a more specialized predacon but instead of somehow cycling out the metal no Chompazoids fuel on the metal itself!#makes me wonder if Underbite might be able to function off of far less energon than other Cybertronians or even no energon#ykw it reminds me of? if you took a predacon and put it in an environment where prey is so much more rare#but in contrast said area would have a fuck ton of scrap metal and wreckage#i can see a dinobot/predacon lineage going from hunting to scavenging to consuming almost solely metal that was never alive#it's fucking cool! especially since i love drawing comparisons to predacons and dinobots#and dissecting the differences in the alternative root mode mecha we see in rid15
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The phrase âsilence is louder than wordsâ never meant anything to Sanji
Until now
You have been quiet. Terribly so. For the last 20 minutes and itâs driving him insane. Somehow he has missed you during this time, even if youâre sitting just a couple steps away
Your eyes are glued to your notebook, a steady hand that clenches at the poor pencil glides thorough the page. Usually, you enjoy this activity, a twinkle in your eye that hangs brightly illuminating the room. But now⌠you wear a pout, a scowl, eyebrows looking down in anger. Steam almost comes out your ears
Youâre upset
I mean, clearly, but Sanji still hasnât build up the courage to ask whatâs going on. Because he knows the answer
When you started dating the cook, you knew his tendencies with women wouldnât just disappear. But it didnât made you happy either
You had talked about his behavior several times, asking for nothing more than respect which is the bare minimum really. Sanji had dramatically stated that he had no eyes for no other than his sweet angel which, was true in a way
So when you turned around in the market and spotted him salivating at a belly dancer that just happened to be nearby you werenât surprised
But you also werenât thrilled
Sanji adores you. Youâre his light, his angel, his rock, his goddess, his life . He would do anything for you, hell, heâll bring down the stars above if you just asked. But who wouldnât feel insecure after their partner looks at another woman like that?
He hates himself for it, heâll allow you to spit and step on him like gum if thatâs what grant him your forgiveness. He needs to change. He knows it, he will do it a thousand times over, just for you
Slowly, he makes his way to sit in front of you, your movements come to a halt as you heard him plop down onto the chair, but you donât spare him a glance
Ouch
âHiâ his voice comes out strained, frightened
You remain frozen, thinking on what to do⌠lash out? Curse at him? Stay quiet for another hour? Leave?
You just answer
âHiâ
A shiver runs down Sanjiâs spine at your answer, the sound of your voice making him giddy, oh how has he missed you
âYouâre madâ
âHow observantâ
âAt meâ
âClearlyâ- finally, your eyes leave your page and find Sanjiâs. He looks pale like a ghost, breathing irregular as he awaits his destiny
Thereâs another silence, this one is different, your annoyed tone sits on top of it leaving a sour taste behind your tongues, a silence that resembles a ticking bomb
âI am sorryâ the cook fidgets with his hands, eyes pooling slightly at the thought of what will you do
âYour apology means nothing to me, actions speak for themselves SanjiâŚâ your gaze is heavy, nothing like he usually meets it. Youâre so light like the sea breeze, like a fresh lemonade drink on a sweet sunny day. Right now? You burn, hot like a spicy hot sauce that makes your nose run
You shake your head and sigh, a long tired one that makes Sanjiâs heart tear at the seams
âI just donât understand you Sanji⌠I would never do that to youâ
This, this is the moment where you defeat him. Your sad puppy eyes looking up at him, the hurt behind your voice and the truth. Oh the truth of it all breaks him completely, of course you wouldnât do that to him, youâre the most loyal kindhearted beautiful human being on earth
He swallows
Sanji considers throwing himself overboard for the sea kings to devour him whole, and that still wouldnât be enough
He suddenly gets up and holds both your hands with such tenderness as he kneels before you
An offering at your benevolent temple
âMy love, I know I did wrong and disrespected you and our relationship. No fancy sweet words could ever make a difference. So now I promise you, not empty promise but real this time, that I will change to he the man you deserveâ
You shake your head once more. You donât believe him? Are you finally done with him? Thereâs nothing he can do I if you decide to do so because he messed up big time
âI know I deserve betterâ Sanji closes his eyes and scrunches his nose at the statement, your voice drilling through his head and making him dizzy
It hurts, because itâs true
âBut I donât want better on anyone else but youâ
His head that had dropped raises to find your face, youâre still mad, but even mad you offer him another chance while holding his hand through it all. Because thatâs who you are, you believe in him, you trust him
âThis is the last time-â
âYes! Yes! I promise you my angel, you can kick me out of the crew If I ever even glance at the opposite direction of you, I will be betterâ
âSanjiâ another shiver runs up and down his form, he loves the way you say his name
âHurting my feelings and getting my forgiveness every single time is not okay. I would only continue to be with you if you show me changeâ
His golden locks rise and fall rapidly as he shakes bis head up and down. Carefully, he takes your left hand and kisses the promise ring atop of one of your fingers, a reminder of his undying love and devotion
A reminder that your love is stronger than anything else. Even jealousy and disrespect
The cold material meeting his lips makes him giddy. Youâre way too good, heâll spend the rest of his life making it up to you
âI am sorry, so deeply sorry sweetheart, and Iâll repay you being the best man, your manâ
A giggle scapes you at the absurdity of it all. You donât know when had Sanji wrapped you around his finger. If it were anyone else you wouldâve walked a long time ago
But you know him, at his core, he needs you
And you love him, and he does too
Nami scoffs loudly making Robin laugh covering her mouth as to not drawn any attention, they canât see your face but they can imagine both of you on the other side of the door
âI swear she forgives him too easyâ
âLove is workâ Robin says, whispers to the wind and Nami hates it
Because itâs true
#one piece#sanji x reader#one piece x reader#one piece x y/n#one piece x you#sanji oneshot#sanji imagine#vinsmoke sanji x y/n#vinsmoke sanji x you#vinsmoke sanji x reader#sanji x y/n#sanji x you#op sanji#one piece one shot#he will be good i promise#thatâs just how he is#fanfic
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Yuu Professor
In the staff room, Yuu leaned back in his chair as he sighed deeply.
âI see youâre too tired, Professor Yuu.
â Professor Trein.
â Heâs the youngest of us all, try not to intimidate him, Professor Trein.
â What are you trying to say, Professor Crewel?
Yuu felt like he was in the middle of a clash between two mountains. He was afraid his life would end before he even started at that school.
â Come on, get along, we have to make a good impression on the new teacher!
Professor Vargas had arrived, grabbing Yuu by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a tight hug as if they were old classmates. Although with his large muscles, Yuu felt suffocated.
â If you need anything, youâre more than welcome to come to the Mystery Shop. We have great promotions this year.
Sam handed him a business card.
Professor Crewel was right when he said he was younger than all of them, he was only 27 years old and to top it off⌠he had no experience in being a teacher.
âIt was all because of that incidentâ
While he was undercover due to his previous job, he was caught in the crossfire between two strangers. Both of them were apparently killed and to top it off, one of them was the new teacher at Night Raven College that year who was mistaken for him.
He had no intention of entering that school and taking that teacherâs place.
When he was ready to escape, he found himself in the school surrounded by a magical field with no way out unless he asked the headmaster for permission.
If he speaks now, he would get into big trouble and have charges like identity theft, possible murder (when he didnât) and if they were to investigate furtherâŚ
âTwo years, my contract period is only for two yearsâ
Nothing bad could happen.
He would like to kill his past self.
â RIDDLE!
A case of Blot had appeared in front of him.
And soon, a series of them in that prestigious school.
âWhat the hell have I gotten myself into?!â
Yuu activated a magic shield to protect himself and the students.
Riddleâs blows were fierce, clearly aggravating his anger at the moment, causing the earth to tremble⌠But the shield showed no signs of breaking.
âThat damn crow had said he would bring more teachers, but he hasnât returned for a while now!â
All the students had evacuated, except for four stubborn young men.
â WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Get out of the dorm immediately!
â I canât do it, Professor. I canât leave Riddle as he is now.
â I refuse, he still hasnât apologized to me!
âThese damn proud brats.â
â Worrying about you shortens my life,â he said in a whisper.
â Donât leave the shield or I will punish you!
â Professor!
Yuu stepped forward, holding his staff firmly, the wood looked ancient, there was also a design made of pure silver with complicated runes, the magic gem was on top with an exquisite crimson hue.
The moment he stepped out of the magic shield, air bullets pierced the rose bushes leaving nothing but small pieces resembling toothpicks.
It had all happened in the blink of an eye.
Riddle was shocked by the speed at which the master had released the magic. He hadnât uttered a single word or seemed to have hesitated when it came to making projectiles with the air element!
The strength of the magic power they released could be compared to the cannons of a warship.
â Itâs incredible.
Yuu walked towards Riddle with his head held high and only one thought in his head.
â You are too young to waste your lifeâ
Riddle came back to his senses, thanks to Professor Yuu's intervention. He was taken to the school infirmary after waking up and talking to everyone.
Though Ace, seeing him cry, could only behave as Ace would.
Seeing that moment of conviviality between students, Yuu decided to take a step back and leave that dorm. His rush to flee was also to avoid cleaning Heartslabyul's dorm, which had practically been left in ruins because of him.
"I'm really tired, let the students take care of it."
After a week, in a lonely classroom, Yuu found himself grading his students' homework.
"How can this guy be in charge of teaching him at three years old?!"
The identity he had accidentally taken was not only that of a teacher, but also that of a high-level magician. If anyone else who hadn't studied magic as exhaustively as he had, they would be in serious trouble.
But this coincidence sent shivers down his spine.
That guy, despite being a high-level magician, has no family or friends who can get him into trouble if they see him. Also his age and appearance.
It was as if the role was made for him.
Knock knock
Yuu was startled but didn't show it, his eyes went to the classroom door where he found three students from Heartslabyul. One of them was holding a strawberry cake.
â Teacher, may I come in?
â Clover, Diamond, and Rosehearts. Come in.
With magic, Yuu arranged all his documents and before he could ask the reason for his visit, Riddle put that strawberry cake in its place.
â This is a thank you for helping me.
Seeing the shiny cake in front of him, Yuu couldn't speak for a moment.
â As an educator, I must take care of my students. You don't need to give me a strawberry cake.
â Come on, teacher, the dorm leader made it with so much effort for you!
â Carter!
Riddle scolded the blonde haired boy, though seeing the blush on his face was not something he could hide.
âThis is a cake I made as an apology for the trouble I caused. Before the no unbirthday party, I want you to be the first to taste the cake.
Hearing those words, Yuu couldnât help but look at Riddle tenderly. The overstain is caused by the negative feelings of wizards. Itâs something that simply canât be controlled and he was burdened by his past.
âI still feel a little uneasy knowing that I was able to see his past. Itâs really strange.â
He cut the first piece of cake and as he brought it to his mouth.
âThis is really salty!â
Hahahaha here I leave you another part of Master Yuu living with heartslabyul, there will be more interactions with the other students, I hope it is to your liking.
PD information: In order not to make Riddle feel bad, Yuu did not tell him that his strawberry cake was too salty. So that was how Ace along with Deuce, Trey and Carter ate the other cakes that he had made beforehand. Yuu couldn't throw away the cake so he endured having to eat it.
One more thing, I probably won't upload anything in the next few weeks, more than anything unfortunately I'm a student so right now I'm full of projects. I already have the two chapters of Darkness ready as well as more ideas of Yuu from other worlds but honestly they don't convince me so I haven't been able to upload them and I also don't have time to edit them but in my free time I plan to move forward.
Slowly but surely.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst yuu#twst x male reader#twisted wonderland x male reader#twisted wonderland yuu
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Would it be possible if you could do a g!p wandanat x female reader with sex pollen?? Its okay if you cant, just an idea if you have nothing else to writeđŤŁđ¤
Blue glow - WandaNat
DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
Summary: Curiosity and alien flowers work wonders.
Pairing: G!PWandaNat Ă fem!R
Warnings:NSWF,SMUT SMUT SMUT, handjob, blowjob, breeding kink, threesome, cockwarming, dirty talk, after care
DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISNâT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES
Word count: 1.7k
AN: hi anon! Iâm glad to see my first request thank you! honestly, until that moment I didnât know what sex pollen is and I had to turn to google lmao
"What is that?." You asked looking at the strange plant in the pot. "Have you decided to take up gardening? Tony, I thought you weren't old enough to act like my grandma." You stop laughing when the man looks at you sternly, apparently not appreciating the jokes about his age. âThis, by the way, is a plant unknown to science (at least on Earth), which I personally grew from seeds strictly for research and not what you just said.â âOkay letâs say itâs like this, let me take a closer does it smell like something?â You also kept a couple of cacti in your room at the Avengers headquarters, which recently bloomed by the way. As soon as you stood up and approached to the pot, a man blocked your way. âAre you crazy, what did I just say? Donât touch this thing, I donât know if itâs poisonous or not.â You looked at him sternly and muttered under your breath so that he could also hear, âYou said not to touch, not to smell.â The attempt failed.
late Friday evening. Everyone went to their rooms or left the headquarters altogether. There was silence everywhere, only the sounds of Wandaâs steps were heard somewhere in the corridor. The woman had almost reached her destination when she saw some kind of blue glow in the darkness, âWhat the fuck...â. She came closer and examined some kind of plant that vaguely resembled a flycatcher, but with more spherical âtraps.â Then she suddenly remembered...
âY/N, Natasha, come here letâs hurry up. Y/N, you told me about something in Tonyâs office. Check it out, Natasha take a look too.â Apparently the witch was very impressed by the flower, because she excitedly pulled both of you by the hands towards the light source. And where did she get this passion for floraâŚ
âWanda, we were already getting ready to go to bed, what did you see there?â Nat suddenly fell silent, looking at the strange light. âDid you seriously drag me out of bed for this succulent or what is this?!â She clearly did not share the witch's interest. âOh, youâre right, this is the flower I told you about. Tony takes such good care of it, and apparently itâs...bloomed? Letâs take a closer and look, itâs cool,â Nat rolled her eyes but followed you two. You raised your face to the flower, wanting to look at it, when suddenly... the ball of the bud opened releasing pollen into the air, apparently from which the light came.
There is absolutely everything around in this stuff, you can hear Natashaâs exclamations: âDonât breathe in this, it can be poisonous. Damn it, I told you not to come here.â The three of you cough, covering your faces, and go out into the corridor, shaking yourself and each other from the remaining dust. âNow you make me need to take a shower again.â The woman grumbles something else while Wanda calms her down, you also want to answer, but suddenly this feeling comes.
If there was a mirror in front of you right now, you could appreciate how quickly your pupils are dilating, as if you were a drug addict on a high (technically you were), beads of sweat are rolling off your forehead and this pulsation between your legs is as if you were given a dose of an aphrodisiac multiplied by five times. Oh no this is definitely not normal, you need to tell Wanda and Natasha what is happening apparently because of this cute glowing flower. While you were in your thoughts you didn't notice how the swearing died down and both women also noticed the changes.
When you turned your head, you saw two women looking at you with hunger and tents in their pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of the obvious bulge on both of your girlfriends and you impatiently walked over to Wanda, clinging to her like a lifeline. "Oh God, I don't know what it is, but I need you both so bad." Natasha came up from behind, pressing her rock-hard dick to your ass, her arms wrapped around your waist and the redheadâs whisper was heard in your ear. "Oh don't worry baby you'll get what you want.Damn I'm going to die if I don't fill your pretty pussy at least twice. What do you think Wanda?"
You feel the soft material of the sheets as they throw you on the bed, watching as they take off their clothes and look at you as if you were their prey. Your own panties are already hopelessly ruined, lub flows down your thighs at the sight of your girlfriends.
You quickly take of your clothes after which Nat takes you in her arms, pressing a kiss on your lips, you feel her cock poking into your stomach and dripping with pre-cum. Wanda, meanwhile stands behind stroking her length at this spectacle. "Mmm..Nat please." You rock your hips to rub against her cock, but you are suddenly pulled to your feet and forced to your knees.
"No no, first you're going to take every inch of my dick into your mouth, baby." The tip of her cock pressed against your lips and you obediently open your mouth and shake your head along entire length. Wanda canât just watch anymore and comes up to you, takes your hand and places it on her pulsating length. "Come on baby, jerk off Wanda you can't leave either of us needy. Damn Wanda her mouth feels so good around me. That's such a good cocksucker." You move your hand and rub your thumb over Wanda's sensitive red tip as she begins to rock into your hand. Tears well up in your eyes when Natasha grabs your hair and shuts your mouth. Wanda helps you jerk her off and grins, âWhat is it baby girl? Is Natâs dick too big for you? Youâre so beautiful, now I want to cum all over your face.â
Natasha began to shamelessly fuck your mouth, running after her orgasm, the head of her dick hitting the back wall of your throat every time. "That's itmbaby, I'm going to cum in your beautiful fucking mouth and you'll swallow every drop. Wanda, are you close? Cum with me." Your hand was thrown away so that Wanda could jerk herself off, cumming all over your face, ropes of Natasha's cum hit your throat and you breathed through your nose as you swallowed every drop as you were told.
You took a deep breath as the redhead pulled out of your mouth and wiped Wanda's release off your face. When you were lifted from the floor, a small puddle of your arousal remained on it, your legs did not obey and your knees were red. You were already dripping and the pitiful whining and pleas left your mouth without hindrance. âPlease it hurts so much, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
"What do you think Wanda, I think she deserves to have you fill her pussy." The witch got off with a simple nod as her two strong hands forced you onto all fours on the bed, allowing her to position herself behind you so she could start pounding into you without warning. "God Nat, her pussy was made for my cock, so greedy and tight. You need to see how well she takes me." Nat, meanwhile, spat on her hand for extra lub and stroked her red sensitive tip, appreciating how good the two of you looked. The long-awaited feeling of filling and Wandaâs quick thrusts drove you crazy, you put your hand under you, stimulating your swollen clit. "Yes yes thank you thank you so good fuck I'm gonna cum can I cum?" You know that with the tip of Wandaâs cock deliciously hitting that nice spot inside you, you wouldnât last long, and having received approval, a minute later the orgasm hit you with incredible force. "Oh yes Y/N you squeeze my cock so well. Oh my God, cum for me like that, cum all over my length." The witch praised you.
You were turned over again and your back touched the cool sheets. Wanda pounding into you hearing a cute whine from your mouth, "Too sensitive. It's too much." "Oh baby girl you can take it. I need to filled this tight pussy so badly. You want my cum inside don't you? Do you love this cock?" "Yes yes I love so fucking much!". Natasha continued to jerk herself off when a cute little idea popped into her head that she only bothered to tell the witch about. The women looked at each other and Wanda nodded in approval of the plan.
The witch's thrusts became faster and she exploded, releasing her load inside you. âOh yeah baby fuck take all my cum!â The feeling of fullness and how good it was, was the only thing you could think about. Wanda, meanwhile, pulled out of you, giving way to the redhead. Natasha turned you around, taking you by the hips and jerking off her cock, she stuck only the tip inside you, filling you even more. "Oh fuck fuck I'm so full fuck Natasha!" âThatâs it my little greedy girl, I know you love it when I fill you up .â The only sounds in the room were heavy sighs and Nat's little whining as she pulled out and looked at the beautiful picture in front of her.
You were lying on your shared bed, Wanda took napkins from the nightstand and carefully wiped all the liquids from your thighs, kissing you and telling you how good you are and how much she loves you. When the witch finished, Natasha threw a robe over your naked body, picked you up, kissing your cheeks and carried you to the bathroom so they could both take care of you the way you truly deserve.
Sitting in a hot bubble bath, you asked, âHow do we tell Tony about the pollen effect of his science experiment?â
#natasha x reader#wanda fanfic#wanda maximoff x reader#wandanat#wanda maximoff imagine#natasha romanoff#natasha x you#wanda x you#wandanat x reader#natasha x y/n#natasha romanoff x reader
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There was a dragon in space. A brilliant, glowing white eastern dragon that looked like a star moving within space.
It seemingly wasn't doing anything, just floating throughout space with seemingly, no destination in mind. Sometimes it flies around earth, looking but never flying down onto the planet, sometimes it lands on the moon, taking a nap or just playing around by itself.
There were other times it flew through the asteroid belt hiding the Watchtower, yet it hasn't found it yet.
Yet.
The dragon didn't seem like a threat, just playing around within space, minding its own business. Batman monitors it regardless, however.
They didn't know where it came from, what its powers were, why it was here or if its intentions of playing were bound to change into something of hostility. He made eventual plans for it, if it were to turn violent one day, though he leaved it to its own devices for the most part.
His plans were to be used for the What-ifs, not willy nilly.
There came a time when the Justice League were having a debrief in the Watchtower, as they usually do. When the satellites discreetly monitoring it picked up on something.
Another dragon.
One that resembled a western dragon more with black and purple scales.
The first dragon they were monitoring seemed to be off put by the other one, uncharacteristically hostile. Meanwhile the other dragon seemed to be smug, arrogant, seemingly about to on some kind of speech before realizing it couldn't talk in space.
They fought, and they got a view of the dragon's abilities for the first time. Ice, energy blasts, shields, and a wail so powerful it could even be heard clearly throughout space.
the other dragon was no slouch, either, though seemingly less abilities than the other. Fire, speed and strength, which was a given considering their species. It tanked multiple of the other dragon's attacks, though seemed desperate, wary, and even scared of its wail.
They both injured each other, quite severely too. The second dragon seemed to have gotten the upper hand, and got cocky because of that, and so, failed to avoid a wail that blasted it back, followed by two more.
It got hit by the second and barely dodged the third. Then had to retreat due to its injuries.
The first dragon wasn't that well off either, various cuts around its body and green blood leaking out into space. It sluggishly flew to the moon, landed, and then stopped moving entirely.
They decided to try and help it.
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Danny was the recently crowned prince of the Ghost Zone, though its king, Pariah Dark, was still in his coffin.
He got a new ability, which was sweet! He could turn into an eastern dragon, which was extremely nice, though a bit annoying having to get used to whenever he woke up and realized most of his body was off his bed because he shifted into a dragon overnight.
What was less cool was how many responsibilities as prince he had to go through, etiquette training, learning history, attending the apparent 'high society' of the ghost zone parties, deciding who gets what fair and square and making sure there was nothing going severely wrong in the Zone.
Something the King was supposed to be doing, but you know, can't when he's sleeping and all.
And how could he forget? The marriage proposals.
He goddamn hated them. So much so that he had to publicly demand to stop sending him them be he's never going to court and marry anyone.
All was good, for a while. But of course, everything couldn't go so smoothly for him. The Observants foresaw a future where he apparently went 'mad with power being the sole royalty' and thought him to be the next coming of Pariah Dark, and then forcibly stated that anyone who can beat him in combat is someone who will marry him, no courting involved and no matter how Danny feels about the ghost.
Danny Obviously didn't like that, not at all. But it was fine, for the most part, because there was no ghost capable of besting him in combat. Well, there were some, but they just simply weren't interested in becoming king or in Vlad's case, marrying him
Prince Aragon
The guy kept trying and trying, no matter how many times he defeated him. Claiming that because he has the ability to turn into a dragon, he simply has to marry him, that he deserved to have Danny as his bride.
Danny still batted him away, making jokes and mocking him for it, even. Though he had a sneaking suspicion that Aragon wanted to marry him to regain his nobility, but that wouldn't happen.
He then disappeared out of nowhere, off the face of the Ghost Zone too. Danny was glad for it, no skin off his back if someone that annoying disappeared, so he went on life as normal, hanging out with his friends, managing ghostly responsibilities, and spending more time with his family.
Even his grades got better! Now that ghost attacks happened less.
Then Aragon reappeared one day, declaring another fight for his hand in marriage. Danny thought it would be easy as all the other times. But something was different with Aragon, he was stronger, faster, more durable.
And it scared him. Scared him how very close the fallen prince was to defeating him in combat, how close he was to losing and having to marry Aragon, how close he was to having to have someone like that as his spouse for what may very well be eternity.
He had a nightmare, that night. One where he lost and was forcibly married to Aragon.
So he ran. He told his friends and family why he was running, and didn't care to tell anyone else why he was running, he just had to get away before his nightmare became a reality.
He went through a lot of dimensions, realms, whatever. Not staying for long, constantly looking over his shoulder just in case Aragon was right behind him, following him.
He ended up in space, near earth and he, tired of all the running and just wanting to stay somewhere for once, stayed. Floating around space.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#ghost prince danny#Danny gains the ability to turn into an eastern dragon#and then rejected all marriage proposals#Only for the#Observants to go no lol and forced marriage by combat on him#Then#prince aragon#went#ooolala#and decided he wanted that to regain his power after having been dethroned by his sister#And also because it's obvious that only a dragon is allowed to marry another dragon#or something
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Her highness
Minji (New jeans) x Male Reader
Length: 11341 words
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âWhat do you mean we're not doing karaoke? It was your ideaâ, Things have been very fishy for you recently, at least according to Jin, âYeah, I did plan that, but you know, lifeâ, He glances around a little to look at Haewon who's passive aggressively staring at you. âWhatever the fuck is happening between you and Hae, you better fix it fast before this whole thing blew upâ, With the frustration all over his face you didnt have the heart to tell him you're dropping off college soon. Nah just joking, âJin, I'm dropping out soonâ, Whatever you just said just send Jin to a cardiac arrest. âAre you shitting me?â You can clearly see he's boiling up, âNo, dad's gonna get busy with honeymoon soon and-â The punch was quick, you can follow it with your eyes but you decided to just let him land it.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you. Like what on earth did you do in the last few months? You know what? I don't care, fix it and get your shit back togetherâ, Thankfully he still has the composure to keep his voice down, of course that doesn't mean nobody saw the punch. âOi, what the fuck are you two doing?â Ren and the rest came to you and broke up the âfightâ. âAsk himâ, Jin glared at me, âGuys, I will have to drop out of college soonâ, Of course this news silences the whole room. âYou're jokingâ, Of course, they knew the answer, âFuck then what about this? This whole fucking shit was your ideaâ, Being a leader is kinda annoying huh? You see Jin just slips away from the room.
Jin's departure slammed the door on whatever fragile camaraderie remained. Their eyes, once alight with shared dreams, glinted with cold betrayal. You felt the weight of their judgement like a physical blow, the respect you'd meticulously cultivated crumbling to dust in their vacant stares. "Can I go out first?" you asked, your voice surprisingly steady. "I have somewhere to be. Wouldn't want to make things awkward."
Awkward. A woefully inadequate word for the gaping chasm that had opened between you and your creation. Your band, cobbled together from dreams and desperation, now resembled a wreckage, each member a splintered piece of the illusion you'd woven.
Their silence screamed volumes. The air, thick with unspoken accusations, tasted bitter on your tongue. You remembered the meticulous courtship, the careful promises whispered like sweet nothings. You'd scouted them out, these talented yet directionless souls, lured them in with visions of stardom and the clinking promise of tuition fees.
Brotherhood, you'd called it. A bond forged in sweat and ambition. But it was all a lie, a gilded cage you'd built with your ill-gotten gains. You, the puppeteer orchestrating their dreams, the benefactor playing God with their futures. And now, the strings had snapped. The music, once vibrant and hopeful, had devolved into a discordant dirge. You weren't their leader anymore, just a faded mirage revealed in the harsh light of betrayal. Letting them go, scattering them back into the indifferent arms of life, wasn't a decision, it was an acceptance. This band, this fleeting experiment, was never meant to be permanent. A hobby fueled by boredom and an insatiable need for control, it had run its course. âI wish you good luckâ
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The sobs ripped through her like a rogue storm, each tear a glistening shard of her fractured trust. Minji clung to you with the raw desperation of a shipwrecked sailor, her body shaking against yours like a fragile leaf in a hurricane. You felt the tremors of her pain coursing through you, a dissonance in the carefully orchestrated melody of your scheme. Yet, beneath the icy satisfaction, a twisted kind of admiration bloomed. This volcanic eruption of her emotions, this primal display of possessiveness, was the raw material you needed to forge your queen. Minji, in her shattered state, was closer to your vision than ever before.
Her questions, choked with tears and doubt, echoed in the room: "Was it all a charade? Am I not your only love? Was there⌠someone else?" Instead of flinching, you met her gaze head-on, your eyes pools of icy amusement. "Hush, now babe", you murmured, your voice a soothing balm against the rawness of her storm. "There's only you. You're the sun my world revolves around, the fire that ignites my soulâŚ. That sounds so fucking cringe", Your futile attempt at humour has fail to lighten her moods.
âYou know I only got you babe, now and forever. That's what we promised right? That's why you buy those books to guide you through these trying timesâ, Your words, laden with a seductive truthfulness, were carefully chosen arrows aimed at the target of her insecurities. You knew her weaknesses, the fault lines running deep within her heart. And you exploited them, not with malice, but with the precision of a sculptor moulding clay.
"Perhaps, it's time for me to come out in the openâ, You continued, tracing comforting circles on her trembling back, "Whatever I've planned for you, it's for your own good babe. I love you, more than you love me. So the same way you want me to be the best version of myself for you, I wanted you to be the best version of yourself for me too. I'm sorry that I have to put you through this, but this, this little dance that we do, it excites me. It's all just a little trial, so that you can be the perfect girl for me. Should I stop this babe, or should I continue this, and turn you into the perfectâ, You leaned closer to her ears, âWife?â The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge veiled in promises. You saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, the battle between fear and ambition raging within her. But you knew, you just knew, that the monster in her hungered for more than just affection. She craved control, a throne beside yours, a kingdom to share in the spoils of your deceit.
"But there were whispers," she whimpered, clinging to the last shred of doubt. "Haewon⌠she saidâŚ" You silenced her with a gentle kiss, your lips a whispered promise on hers. "Haewon is a moth drawn to q flame, babe. A jealous girl who'll never understand the dance we share. You, Minji, are the one that I only ever cared about. I want you, to turn as corrupt, as degenerate, and as starved as I am. In the end there will be no one else but usâ, As her sobs subsided, replaced by a cautious, flickering hope, you knew you had won. You had steered her fear towards ambition, her jealousy towards loyalty. Minji, the tigress, was slowly shedding her kitten fur, her claws unfurling with every whispered promise, every seductive truth.
âI have you, I only have you since day one oppa, why are you doing this to me? Did I not show you my love enough?â She felt betrayed, yet again, it's not like there's anything you can do to make her leave, whether you like it or not. âBecause I love you. You love claiming me, you love having me in this little world of ours and you want me to never leave. Yet I can't stay here forever, I love people, I love the crowd, the attention, the adoration, I love it when I walk into a room and have everyone bow to me in respect. So I have to break you down first baby, so I can mould you, to the perfect queen for me. I'm sorry that I hurt you this much baby, I never meant to ruin you, all I want to do is show you, that this is who I am. I'm sorry okay, I really do, but I'm doing this for our own goodâ
Yeah that's not very convincing is it? Yet, you both know Minji can't step out of this anymore. Entrapped, by her own âloveâ towards you, the "why" wasn't important anymore. The elaborate justifications, the convoluted games, all dissolved in the face of your shared truth. Perhaps you'd hoped for anger, for defiance, even for rejection, something that would add more fuel to the chaos you've made. But instead, Minji's silence was a balm to the burning truth you'd laid bare. It spoke of understanding, of a recognition that mirrored your own, a whispered acknowledgment that this twisted symphony they danced to was somehow their anthem.
Her fingers tightened around yours, a silent pact replacing the unspoken accusations. This wasn't submission, not surrender. It was a meeting point, a crossroads where their paths, both paved with shadows, intertwined into a single, storm-swept road. "You're insaneâ, she whispered, her voice a feather-light caress against your cheek, "but so am I. And maybe, in this broken world, that's enoughâ, You've done it, you turn her into an emo girl.Â
The statement, simple yet profound, hit you like a rogue wave. Her acceptance, so stark and unconditional, was the missing piece you hadn't known you craved. It felt like breathing after years of holding your breath, a rawness that simultaneously terrified and exhilarated you. Together, you sat in the quiet aftermath of your confessions, two sides of the same tainted coin, two halves of a whole sculpted from darkness. There would be no apologies, no promises of redemption, just the shared understanding that your dance, was theirs alone.
The silence that draped around you after your revelations wasn't heavy, but filled with future possibility. You scooped Minji up, cradling her close like a precious shard of the storm just weathered. In the hushed intimacy of the living room, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, you revelled in the newfound solidity of the bond forged in the crucible of truth. Her body, still trembling from the emotional storm, fit perfectly against yours, a puzzle piece clicking into place. You felt the warmth of her breath against your neck, a whisper of shared understanding. Gone were the accusations, the hurt, replaced by a quiet confidence, a dark symphony now playing in unison.
As you gently settled onto the couch, your gaze fell upon the abandoned book splayed on the floor, a silent witness to the whirlwind that had just passed. It was the one she'd thrown in a fit of anger, its pages splayed open like a dissected butterfly.
During this you noticed her book lay abandoned on the coffee table, a silent testament to the storm that had just swept through your living room. Minji, nestled against you, breathing in your comforting scent, slowly she notices a foreign smell, a sickening feeling starts to well up inside her. Minjiâs playful mood slowly evaporated, suddenly the air felt thick with the cloying sweetness of cheap Jasmine perfume. It felt heavy, clinging to you like a second skin. It wasn't her scent, not by a long shot. Her nose crinkled, a storm brewing behind her bright facade. The smell of an old rival, a ghost that you've promised her to be exorcised from your heart.
"Trust and communication?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This author must have missed the chapter where husbands spend half the night glued to their phones and come back smelling of a cheap whoreâs perfume instead of cologneâ, Right, you forgot that Haewon almost embraced you earlier, which is enough for Minji's nose to pick up her scent. âOh, this?" You chuckled, feigning nonchalance. "Just catching up with an old friend, sharing some stories. Nothing to worry about, sweetheartâ, Minji has grown a little more, she notices that you didn't really try to lie, you want her to dig deeper, which she did.
Minji jumped onto your lap, grabbing your face, she bared her claws, digging into your cheek, her voice turning steely. "Sharing stories, huh? And sharing something else too, it seems. Tell me, babeee, does your 'friend' always wear perfume that smells like a used cleaning cloth?" The playful facade crumbled. You saw the hurt flickering in her eyes, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Haewon's scent, a careless residue from a fleeting encounter, felt like a betrayal etched into the air. Minji, a defiant queen waiting for her answer, you smiled seeing this sight, such a beauty isn't she?
The playfulness was gone, replaced by a simmering intensity as Minjiâs claws traced angry lines on your cheek. Her voice, sharp as broken glass, sliced through the tension-laden air. "Used cleaning cloth, huh? That's newâ, A little smile forms on your face which you hide with your hand. âA fucking street whore throwing herself on to you at any moment possible. How is she there? You said she won't comeâ, Shame and remorse were strangers to you at this moment. This wasn't a confession dripping with guilt, it was a calculated provocation, a lit match tossed into the tinderbox of Minji's emotions. Every word, every flinch, was a brushstroke in the grand masterpiece you were composing.
"It wasn't like that," you began, your voice a feigned sigh of exasperation. "She was there at the performance, completely unexpected. We talked..." The air crackled with her disbelief. "Talked, you say?" Minji echoed, her eyes boring into yours like twin lasers. "And did this 'talk' involve her whispering sweet things on to you as you FUCKED HER behind my back?" The lie you'd woven about Haewon's absence evaporated in the crucible of her gaze. Denials would be futile, a flimsy curtain against the hurricane of her suspicion. So, you embraced the storm, your voice steady as you plunged into the icy waters of truth. "She said... she might be pregnantâ, You admitted, your eyes carefully preyed upon her brewing madness.
The revelation hit Minji like a rogue wave. The fire in her eyes flickered momentarily, replaced by a chilling mix of shock and something akin to... fear. The claws digging into your skin relaxed, leaving behind crimson trails, a testament to the tempest that had just raged within her. Silence descended, the air thick with the weight of your confession. This wasn't just a betrayal of trust, it was a detonator, threatening to blow apart the twisted kingdom you'd built with Minji. But the tigress was no damsel in distress.
She pushed herself off your lap, her movements sharp and controlled. Her gaze, unwavering, held a cocktail of emotions - hurt, anger, and a flicker of something darker, something predatory.
Minji's claws retracted, not in defeat, but in a shift in focus. The fire in her eyes, previously aimed at you, burned brighter now, honed to a singular point â Haewon. The scent of the cheap perfume, no longer a mere annoyance, became a tangible object of her ire, a crimson flag planted in the territory of their twisted kingdom. "Pregnant, you say?" She echoed, her voice a low snarl, each word dripping with venom. "So, she saunters into your life, throws her cheap wares around, and now wants to play house with stolen goods?â You merely laughed at her oversight, âBabe, we just broke up like a month ago, maybe less, there's a chance it was from before you and me even a thingâ, That's true, but in Minji's mind, you are her, regardless of the timeline.
The silence hung heavy in the air, a poison dart that had struck Minji right in the heart. That word, pregnant, rings countless times in her ears. Haewon, that vapid, spiteful creature, pregnant with what might be your child. Minji's claws, retracted a moment ago, dug back into your cheek, this time not in anger, but in a desperate attempt to anchor herself in this dizzying reality. "A month ago?" she breathed, her voice a fractured whisper. "You're mine oppa, I don't care if it's a month ago or a year ago, she stole you from me", The proclamations hung heavy, a storm brewing behind her fiery eyes. You met her gaze, a dark smile playing on your lips. "Alright, babe", you purred, your voice laced with a dangerous calm. "You and your... melodrama. But Haewon is just a little bump in our way, a fleeting distraction, a moth drawn to the flame only to get singed."
The truth, twisted and barbed, hung between you. A month ago, Haewon had been a convenient plaything, a diversion in the intoxicating madness that was Minji. But pregnant? That shifted the game in ways you hadn't anticipated, adding a delicious layer of chaos to the symphony you were composing. Minji, however, saw only one thing â threat. Haewon, not as a rival, but as a permanent stain on their twisted tapestry. The tigress within her reared its head, a guttural growl escaping her throat.
"Erase her," she hissed, her eyes blazing with a fire you found strangely beautiful. "Erase her from your life, from your thoughts, from every goddamn molecule of your bodyâ, The possessiveness in her voice, the raw need to claim you as her own, sent a thrill down your spine. This, this was the Minji you craved, the one consumed by the flames of your twisted love, the one willing to dance on the edge of destruction for a taste of your dark symphony.
You leaned in, your breath ghosting over her ear. "That, my loveâ, You murmured, your voice dripping with seductive promise, "is precisely what we'll do. Together."
The pregnancy, that tangled mess of Haewon's moves, became the fuel for your shared purpose. Each whispered plan, each strategic strike against her rival, was a brushstroke in the masterpiece they were co-creating. Minji, fueled by righteous fury, became your partner-in-crime, her darkness mirroring your own in a mesmerising spectacle of shared chaos. You orchestrated a subtle but ruthless campaign, chipping away at Haewon's life until she was nothing but a hollow shell, clinging to a phantom hope. It wasn't just about erasing her, it was about painting Minji's name on your soul in bold, defiant strokes.
With each act of vengeance, Minji shed the last vestiges of the playful tigress, evolving into something darker, more primal. The pleasure you derived from it wasn't morbid, it was aesthetic. You were a sculptor, moulding her fury into a weapon, her possessiveness into a shield, her desire for you into an inferno that threatened to consume them both. In the flickering shadows of your twisted kingdom, where trust was a forgotten language and loyalty a weapon, you watched Minji blossom into the queen you always knew she could be. Her anger, once directed at you, had morphed into a shared crusade, a twisted tango where Haewon was the unwitting victim.
Exhaustion tugged at you like a riptide, pulling you under the velvet waves of sleep. You dragged Minji to bed, and in one quick sweep the fatigue almost took your consciousness away as soon as you dropped to the bed. Minji, however, remained a restless reef, sharp and jagged against your soft shore. The air still crackled with the aftershocks of Haewon's bomb, casting a long shadow of uncertainty over your twisted Eden. You tumbled into slumber, but it was a shallow haven, riddled with thoughts and plans for the final act you've set up. Minji, sensing your vulnerability, clung to you like a vine to a crumbling wall, desperate to anchor herself in the shifting landscape of your emotions.
As the night wore on, your sleep became a battlefield. Minji, a whirlwind of possessive fervour, left a trail of love bites across your skin â branding you with her claim, etching her name in the flesh you offered up as a canvas. Each mark, a crimson sigil in the flickering lamplight, whispered a silent declaration: "Mineâ of course, she's very vocal about it as well. âYou're mine oppa, I'm not letting any whore touch you againâ, And, âThat bitch won't be a problem anymore oppa, I'll make sure of itâ, and some more monologue that tug you away from the warm embrace of rest. You stirred, half-awake, half-lost in the tangled web of sleep and desire. Minji's lips, hot and demanding, trailed a fiery path down your throat, her touch a desperate plea for reassurance, for ownership. You yielded, not unwillingly, but with a detached amusement. Her anxiety was your aphrodisiac, her possessiveness a twisted mirror reflecting your own desires.
The lovemaking was a dance of shadows, bodies entwined in a desperate quest for solace and control. Minji, no longer the playful tigress, was a predator defending her territory, marking her prey with the fierce beauty of her claws. And you, the ever-enigmatic maestro, conducted this dark symphony with a languid smile, your own desires veiled in a mist of shadows and calculated intent.
You closed your own eyes, the taste of her possessiveness lingering on your tongue. Sleep beckoned again, this time deeper, darker, pregnant with the promise of chaos. For in the kingdom of your twisted love, dawn was not a symbol of renewal, but a prelude to the next act, a twisted tango where trust was a weapon, passion a battlefield, and every bite, every mark, a declaration of war against the ghosts of yesterday and the uncertainties of tomorrow.
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âYeah, so what do I do now?â You are talking with your dad, about Haewon of course. âYou got someone pregnant, to be honest I'm surprised it took you this longâ, You can't argue with that one, âIt's not my fault okay? She refused to take the pillsâ, Yes, you have contacted Haewon again, under the supervision of Minji, and she has taken a pregnancy test and shows that she's pregnant. âYou know what you want to do alreadyâ, His eyes pierced through your deception, âYesâ, Moral is, a flimsy concept you like to dance around with, of course this trait is something you've gotten from your dad. âIs she rich?â You shake your head, âDoes Minji know about this?â You nodded which made him frown.
âIt would be troublesome if she finds out about your plan wouldn't it?â You shake your head again before telling him what transpired between you and Minji. Just the main part, the fact that she is just downright insane and obsessed with you, of course you take no blame for her transformation. âI knew you were a bad influence on herâ, He's your dad, he knows your mind okay? âI plead innocenceâ, Do you have the right to do that? âDenied, we'll talk about that later. For now, deal with your ex, do what you mustâ, That's all you need to hear.
âThanks dad, you're such a great fatherâ, He doesn't even bother acknowledging your sarcastic remark as he leaves the house. Then Minji scurry off from the next room and jump to your lap. âDoes he say yes?â She has such an innocent excitement on her, âYes babe, we will ruin Haewon's lifeâ, Which is so fucked up since the two of you are planning to rip apart Haewon. âGreat, finallyâ, She nuzzled up to you, âI need to talk with Minaâ, She immediately raised her head hearing a girl's name. âWho is that?â The new Minji isn't scared to bare her fang anytime she needs to, âDad's assistant, also my mentor for the internship I haveâ, You pulled out your phone only for her to immediately snatch it away.
"Funnyâ, She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, "you never mentioned her beforeâ, The accusation hung heavy in the air, a barb aimed at your perceived deception. You could have easily backpedalled, spun a web of lies to appease her, but something rebellious stirred within you. This wasn't the Minji of old, the one who accepted your every word as gospel. This was a new Minji, born from the ashes of Haewon's betrayal, a tigress who demanded truth, who wouldn't hesitate to tear through the shadows if you dared to hide in them.
You could almost hear the gears in her mind turning, suspicion and jealousy swirling like a storm cloud. You weren't afraid, not in the slightest. This was just another act in your twisted play, a minor inconvenience that fueled the fire of her possessiveness. "Just a colleague, babeâ, You drawled, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "Helping me out with the internshipâ, You tried to take your phone back but she refuses to let go, "Conveniently absent from your usual repertoire", she quipped, her eyes gleaming with challenge.
You couldn't help but chuckle, a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. "Mina's not part of the story, darling. She's only a little cameo in our story, and I need her to finish our plans, so may I have my phone back?" The truth, of course, was more complex. Mina was a pawn in your twisted game, a piece to be moved across the board to elicit a specific reaction from Minji. Now that Haewon is being removed from the picture, you need a new doll, and Mina would be perfect for that. Minji's jealousy, a predictable yet volatile element, was the accelerant you needed to feed Mister Hyde.
But the act of pretending, of downplaying Mina's significance, was its own reward. The flicker of annoyance in Minji's eyes, the subtle tightening of her jaw, was a delicious confirmation of your power, of your ability to manipulate her emotions like a puppet with strings. "Oh, really?" Minji's voice dripped with scepticism. "Then why the secrecy, maestro? Why not introduce me to this⌠mentor of yours?" The challenge was implicit. A dare, a test of your commitment to this twisted game. You met her gaze, a mischievous glint in your own eyes.
"Fine, if you insist", You shrugged, a feigned sigh escaping your lips. "But be warned, babe, Mina's a bit⌠bland. Not something you would have fun meeting withâ, So rude, however Mina is a silent type that just can't get along with you. You don't mind introducing her, you knew it would pique Minji's interest, fuel the embers of her competitive spirit. Minji thrived on being the centre of your attention, the object of your desire. Introducing a rival, even a fabricated one, was simply adding fuel to the fire.
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âMina, meet Minji, my new sisterâ, You stare Mina down, her pale figure seeming to shimmer in the shadows. Her delicate features, framed by dark raven hair, held the same unnerving stillness you once found captivating in Haewon. But Mina lacked the fiery edge, the malicious spark that burned beneath Haewon's surface. This one was a blank canvas, a porcelain doll waiting to be painted in the twisted hues of your desire.
The word sister in the air, a deliberate bomb dropped into the simmering tension. Minji, mid-sip of her wine, froze, her eyes flashing emerald fire. Sister? The possessive glint in them was replaced by a flicker of suspicion, the tigress sniffing out the absurdity of your claim. But before Minji could unleash her trademark hiss, you added another twist, your lips curling into a smirk. "And of course, my girlfriend, as well.â The room descended into an icy silence. Minji's jaw clenched, the wine glass held hostage between her white-knuckled fingers. Mina, however, remained unfazed. Her porcelain face flickered not even an inch, her gaze as detached as ever.
Minji, stare at you silently, âDon't you dare play this game with meâ, You met her fury with a calm smile, enjoying the spectacle of her controlled outrage. "But babe", You purred, leaning closer, "It's only the truth. We may not share any blood but our name will be united soon, twisted to a lovely yet scandalous romance storyâ, You smiled innocently as you kissed Minji's cheek. âTwisted indeedâ, Mina didn't even blink, her glacial eyes reflecting nothing but a cold amusement. âSister and girlfriend, huh?" she finally drawled, her voice a silken blade. "Sounds like you've upgraded your moral compass from rusty to non-existent. Quite the family reunion, you'll be having soon sir", The barb stung, but you merely chuckled. You craved Mina's bluntness, her ability to pierce through your carefully constructed facade. Her lack of filter nor decency to not curse her own boss is something you always value the most.
âCome on now Mina, we're in love, haven't you ever felt young love before?â Her silent gaze answered it, âDon't make fun of our relationship, this bond is deeper than what you will understandâ, Minji scoffed at Mina. "Oh, I bet," Mina drawled, her glacial gaze flitting between you and Minji. "Deeper than a Mariana Trench trench of red flags, perhaps? Incestuous entanglements spiced with a dash of public manipulation? Should I order a book called 'Ethics for Dummies' to fill your office bookshelf so that it can comfortably be placed alongside the other books you've never read before sir?â Quite the feisty one isn't she?
âCome on Mina, we're in a dog eat dog kind of world, nobody cares about this arrangementâ, You shrugged, âDogs with a penchant for family therapy, it seemsâ, She eyed Minji who just glared at her. âSo my kind and ever so humble sir, is this 'sister-girlfriend' arrangement the only reason why I'm here? I believe I am quite a bad therapist, however if you do insist I do have a basic common sense so I believe I can manageâ, You can't help but laugh, Mina is not a firecracker, she's an ice cold equivalent of that.Â
âI have some issue to deal with, I believe dad has told you the details?â She shakes her head, âOf course, I expected that as wellâ, She doesn't even react, why do you even bother trying to fish some kind of reaction from her? Oh right, it's not her reaction you're fishing for, âStop being such a flirtâ, It's Minji's. âFirst of all, I had some complications, you see my ex has been found to be pregnantâ, Oh, you got a little tug on the fishing line, Mina let out a little chuckle. âHow many of them sir?â You laughed as you shook your head. âSo blunt, it's just one Mina. And the problem is, she doesn't want to deal with this quietlyâ, Finally, some reaction from Mina, she tilted her head with some âamusementâ in her eyes.
âAnd?â You don't really want to answer Mina do you? In order to see your progress you need to see Minji take the initiative and spearhead this whole operation. âI want her deadâ, There she goes, they grow up so fast don't they? âSo crude, but how could I judge after the brother-sister relationship you two are having?â There is one elephant in the room, a question you really want to hear Mina answer. âDoes dad deal with this kind of problem too?â She has no reaction at all, yet there's sudden understanding between the two of you that you happily acknowledge.
âWhat was that?â Of course Minji doesn't appreciate it, she doesn't see what you see in Mina's eyes but she can definitely tell something is up just by looking at you.
âNothing, Mina come hereâ, Minji grabbed your arm and stood up with you, âBaby I need some time to talk okay?â That's a pathetic attempt and you know it. âI'm coming with youâ, The queens demand it, are you gonna disobey your queen? âJust wait here okay? We'll be right by the doorâ, Her eyes burned through your skull to send you her ultimatum. âThank you babyâ, You gave her a kiss as she sat back down, Mina followed you to the corner of the room, completely disregarding Minji's presence. âQuite the specimen you had there sir, is she as morally corrupt as you?â Mina taunted you, âNot really corrupt, just, different. Anyway she's a psycho and she wants Haewon dead due to jealousyâ, Mina had this very small and almost unnoticeable gloating in her eyes. âYeah, yeah, laugh it up. Don't act like you're free from the crossfire, look at the way she looks at you right nowâ, Minji's eyes are hollow and devoid of life.
âI am completely aware sirâ, Mina said without turning to Minji, âSo, I need you to make Haewon disappear, but not just that. I need you to make her death to be, ambiguous at best. Is that possible?â Mina silently stare at you, this time you can't seem to grasp what's in her mind. âMaking people disappear without trace is possible, however I need some more explanation on how ambiguous you want it to beâ, Should you tell her why? âJust, make sure that her body is never found. Minji is paranoid and has been thinking that I might have some reluctance to this whole operation. So it would be nice if Haewon's disappearance is all clouded in mystery. No missing person report, no dead body found, no trace of her disappearances or deathâ, Mina just shook her head. âThat's our normal procedure for this sirâ, Of course it is, how could you miss this part of the orientation. âRight, well sorry Mina it's my first time doing this okay?â She still looks at you with some disappointment before walking back to the table.
You just sighed and joined back with Minji, âSo? How long?â Minji said impatiently, â2 weeks, it will be finished by 2 weeks, now if there's nothing else for me I'll leave you two for your family therapyâ, Did Mina just make some porn jokes? âWell, that's all for now Mina, thank you for coming hereâ, Mina nodded before she stood up and left the house.
âSo, what did you two talk about?â Minji said, âcalmlyâ. âHaewon's parents, I felt for them, they're good peopleâ, She slapped you for that. âThey raised a whoreâ, Can't argue with that can't you? âDon't be too anxious now baby, I'm sure they never expected her to be like this. Now, we need some shopping for our parent's marriage, I was thinking about red as our matching colourâ, She looks at you with some distrust but she nod, âNo, let's wear something white, it's also signify our unionâ, Maybe Mina is right, you need some family therapy.
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âSweetie, do you really have to wear some white dress?â Minji nods her head showing her determination, âYou said that oppa and I can't have any official marriages so I want to at least have some resemblance to a weddingâ, Your mom can only sigh in defeat dealing with this new Minji. âHere I thought you don't like being with people, this dress will put a lot of eyes on you, you knowâ, Yet there's still some happiness in her heart seeing jee daughter has finally broken out of her cocoon. âI don't mom, but oppa does and I will tolerate people for himâ, Your mom smiled at her new daughter.
âSuch a good wifeâ, Minji blushed a little hearing that from her own mom, âSo, has that ex of his has been taken care off?â Minji frowned upon hearing that, âNo, it's in one week and oppa has been keeping secrets from me againâ, You can't just let Haewon die off screen can't you? âHe's such a troublemaker isn't he? Sometimes I wonder if he's actually his father's sonâ, You are, your father has the same level of moral corruption but he causes less chaos than you. âI'm losing my mind mom, I loved him more than anything in the world and I want him to love me back as much as I doâ, Despite her growth, there's still some childish innocence within Minji.
âSweetie, life isn't a novel, sometimes all you can do is compromise. Your brother is a maniac with some split personality and you are an obsessed child who's guarding him like a dragon to its trophy. You both make compromise for each other, and sometimes that's good enoughâ
Minji frowned and couldn't comprehend how much you compromised for her, it's not that many to be fair. âI still don't like it, why does he have to be secretive about everything? I just want him to be open to me, is that so hard?â Minji just sinked her head into her mom's embrace. âOh sweetie, if he's so secretive and you don't like it, maybe you should find someone else?â Minji immediately pulled away from the embrace. âAre you crazy mom?â Her mom just laughed and shrugged. âAll I'm saying is, if he's not the one for you then find someone else. If you don't want to, then you need to change as wellâ, Minji sighed. âI want to change, I want to be able to pick apart his lies like he was a book I've read a thousand times. I need time for that mom, and until then I can only swallow my jealousy and study himâ
Your mom took Minji to a hug, âListen baby, I'm happy that you have grown like this. I would support you with all my heart, but I put your father over you from now onâ, That's pretty fucking hard isn't it? âSo if he breaks my heart you won't do anything?â Minji scoffed, âNo, I would be furious, but I won't do anything to make my husband sad, you know how it isâ, Like mother like daughter. âFine, but I won't take this much longer, I need help in making sure that whore is deadâ, Minji is making move my man, âI see, I'll see what I can doâ, This does put Minji in a much more relaxed state, at least for the wedding. âNow, smile and have fun, it's your mother's wedding dayâ
âYou're such a problematic childâ, Always nice hearing your father losing his patience with you isn't it? âThanks dadâ, You smiled happily, âWhatever, hopefully that Haewon girl won't be the death of you. Mina said her family is quite influential and she is gonna need some extra timeâ, You frowned upon hearing that, some extra time might cause, unpredictable behaviour for Minji. âYeah, what can you do? '' Unpredictability is just some fun in your book anyway. âIf this marriage ceremony goes to shit just so you know your mom will kill youâ, You don't, but it's nice of your father to tell you that.
âIt won't dad, now come on it's your wedding day, smileâ, He slapped your head, âYeah thanks dad I'll be outside mingling with the guestsâ, You fixed your hair for a moment, âDon't cause troubleâ, You shrugged without promising him anything. As you get to the venue you start mingling with your dad's business partners. Taking control of the room as you dance along to this social event. Time feels blurry for you as you keep jumping from conversation to conversation. Joining every circle like you belong there before leaving to join another one. This is your playground, you thrive in this place, yet, it feels old, meeting the same face again and again.
Then you look at Minji, coming into the venue, grabbing everyone's attention. Your gaze locked with hers and you sent her a smile. Walking towards her you can see she's imitating her mother's cold aura, although it's weak but it sends the signal that she's not talking to anyone. âYou look great Minâ, You smiled as you walked up to her, âThank you oppa, you look great as wellâ, She smiled happily. âNow, I want to go around meeting your mother's business partners and introduce myself. Hopefully you're ready to just stand there and smile as I socialise okay?â She sighed feeling disappointed, she already expected that you wanted to do that, but she still felt disappointed.
âOkay oppa, lead the wayâ, Minji sighed, the sound barely audible, but her grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly. She knew the drill, the silent agreement you'd forged in this twisted love of yours. In public, you were brother and sister, an enviable pair navigating the gilded cages of high society. In private, you were something else entirely â something more, passionate and throughly fucked up.
With Minji clinging to your arm like a silent shadow, you began your calculated waltz through the traps of guests. Each introduction, each handshake, was a performance, a tune in the masterpiece you were co-creating. You revelled in the way your mother's associates fawned over you, their surprise of your confidence and eloquence while their eyes were seizing you for any possible threats. This battlefield is nothing but a source of distraction you forced upon Minji so she can take her mind off Haewon.
Minji, though quiet, was not simply a passive observer. Her icy gaze darted through the crowd, missing nothing. She noted the way women's eyes lingered on you, the envy simmering beneath their painted smiles, the subtle unease you evoked in certain men. She is your queen, even in silence, her claws hidden, her loyalty fierce. âYou two look practically inseparable," one woman cooed to another, her eyes flitting between you and Minji. "Like siblings from birthâ, You laughed at her comment as Minji felt tremor through her body, her grip tightened on your arm as she put on a forced smile. âWell, what do you think sis? Maybe we are separated from birthâ, You laughed, Minji internally cringed the moment you called her sis, âIt wouldn't change anything would it?â Such a brazen comment, perhaps even if the two of you are blood connected she would still go after you.
After a while the ceremony finally starts, you and Minji happily sit at the front, side by side watching your parents being united. Her hand stealthily grabbed yours and intertwined your finger together. As your mother reads her vow you can hear Minji speak those vows underneath her breath, audible only to you. You can't help but laugh hearing this desperate plea from her, and as soon as your father read his vows you did the same thing. âI doâ, you're not sure if you heard your mom or Minji say that, âI doâ, You said as well the moment your father said it.Â
Seeing your parents kissing signifying their union you can feel Minji get restless, she wants to kiss you as well. Your parents smiled at the two of you, then Minji just pulled you away from the ballroom as the crowd was cheering for your parents. âSo eager already?â You laughed as you followed Minji and brought you to a secluded dressing room. The crowd noise sounds distant and muffled, Minji locked the door before jumping on to you, pressing her lips to yours. Her body is pushing you to the wall as all her desire burns out of her body. âYou're my husband now oppaâ, A silent declaration in this empty room, is that how your wedding goes? âBaby, I want something a little moreâŚâŚ well more. But okay, we can pretend I'm your fiancĂŠ nowâ, That would suffice for Minji.
Her hands immediately grabbed your shirt and started unbuttoning it, âI want you oppa, we haven't had sex in the last 3 days because of this stupid rehearsalâ, She growled before jumping in and biting your collarbone. âSo naughty, you want to walk around our parent's marriage with my cum in your stomach?â Perhaps the fact that you said âour parentsâ is already weird, no? âThose fucking girls, looking at you with lust, those old hags trying to sell you their daughters. I HATE THEMâ, She yelled before biting down your neck. âThat's gonna leave a markâ, You sighed before undressing your own sister. Unlike Minji you are doing it very gently, making sure you don't ruin her dress.
âNow there babe, don't ruin my pants please, I want to keep it cleanâ, She scoffed at you but thankfully she pulled your pants off gently. As soon as she pulled out your cock she immediately swallowed it whole. Minji has turned into a throat god as she has been milking you everytime you want to go out. âFuck Minji, calm down thereâ, You groaned feeling how eager her tongue is moving. Her gag reflex is all gone as your cock easily passed her mouth into her throat. You can see your cock bulging through her little neck which is very hot. Her eyes look at you with a demanding look asking you to use her mouth like a toy.
You put both hands on her head, âReady?â Useless question, she was born ready. Immediately you started to fuck her face mercilessly. Wet sloppy noise can be heard as she starts to drool on your cock. Her eyes start to water, ruining her mascara, such a beautiful sight. âFuck your throat felt so good, sisâ, That sounds so wrong yet so hot. Minji grabbed on your thighs for stability as you continued rocking her head up and down. Your hand went to slap her cheek making her let out a moan as you continued pounding her face. Feeling a little bad for her neck you stop moving her head, your hand held her hair gently before you moved your hips instead.Â
âFuck you're si fucking hot when you're like this Miniâ, Ruined mascara, red cheek from your slaps and eyes rolled to the back of her head, she look so helpless. Minji loves when she's being used as your doll, being a little submissive girl just to serve her oppa. That's all she ever wanted, and also cutting off any girl who tried to talk to you. Looking down you can see her pussy starts to drip some liquid on the floor, âYou like this sis? Being used like a toy?â You slapped her face again making her let out a loud moan as her leg started to squirm. âFuck you're such a slut, I'm fucking cummingâ, You shove it down to her throat as you pressed her head deeper into your crotch, your cock sprays down it's sperm down her throat into her stomach. You can hear her let out a scream as her leg starts to shake from an orgasm she's having.
Once you're done you let go of her hair and pull out your cock, Minji lay down on the floor panting hard as she felt like she might pass out soon. âHey, you're tired alreadyâ, You laughed taunting her, âNo, come on oppa, just fuck me already oppaâ, She whined as her finger starts to prepare her pussy for you. âDon't need to tell me twiceâ, You laughed before laying down on her, your cock slipped into her pussy with ease, her pussy is already moulded to accommodate for your length. Your hand rests on her hips holding it tightly as you start to rock back and forth. âOhhhhh fuck oppaaaâ, Her moans echoes through the empty room as you starts to pick up your pace.
Minji's hand grabbed on to your back as her nails started to dig into it, âYou're so big oppaâ, Knowing full well the best way to arouse you is by stroking your ego. Your hip continues pounding her making a rhythmic slapping noise that fills up the whole room. Soon you can see her body starting to squirm and her nails starting to carve your back. âCum oppa, pleaseeeeâ, She can't take it much longer, and her whimpering noises are music to your ears. You grabbed her body, forcing her to stand up and turn her body around. She leaned to the wall for support as you started to pound her from behind. âAhhhh, oppaâ, She moaned as you slapped her ass, âYou like that you perv?â You laughed as you slapped her again.
âOppa, please cum alreadyâ, Minji whined as she tried to hold her own orgasm. Your hand grabbed her hair into a ponytail gently before pulling her roughly. âCum for me baby, I want to hear you screamâ, Your other hand wrapped around her and pinched her nipple. You pushed deeper and harder, your hips crashed into hers, making every inch of Minjiâs body shake and quake in pleasure until she felt her pussy explode with a mindblowing orgasm that forced her to collapse into the wall. The pounding did not stop with her orgasm, not even in the slightest.Â
âI'm gonna fill this tight pussy up", You yelled as your hand gripped her hips and buried yourself balls deep inside her pussy. "Fuck, give it to me, cum in my pussy oppa" She yelled as her orgasm is still going on. Minji felt hot sticky ball batter streaming into her womb as you gripped her throat and choked her, laying over her back with beads of sweat pouring onto her hot body. Your ball emptying everything it has deep into her as Minji felt every twitch your cock is having inside her pussy. As the ecstasy passed you let go of her hand and she slumped down on the wall and sat on the floor, looking up to you with a helpless eye. Then she moves closer to you and starts to clean your cock from any sperm that still sticks on to it.
âGood girlâ, You pat her head making her smile proudly, she kissed the tip of your cock as she finished her job before standing up to hug you. âI really want more oppaâ, She whined, âThat would be unwise baby, we still have a party to attendâ, She clicked her tongue before looking at you with fiery eyes, âOnce we're home we're gonna fuck and lock ourselves in the bedroom for three daysâ, Sounds like a challenge, âOkay baby, now go get dressed okay?â You kissed her cheek.
Thankfully her dress isn't ruined by any means, however your shirt was absolutely stained and ruffled by her earlier. âThank god I brought some back up outfitâ, Of course this is gonna happen, you expected this already. âThen let's go sneak back to the changing room oppa, I'm not ready to follow you back to the partyâ, You haphazardly used your shirt and tried to hide the stains with the blazer you're wearing. Then you and Mini stealthily get back into the dressing room where you change your outfit to a turtleneck and long overcoat. âYou're sure you're not cold with that dress babe? It's pretty cold right now, you know?â You said as you fix your hair.
âHmmmm, I want your coat oppaâ, She tried to pull it off of you. âOh no way lady, if you were more gentle with my blazer earlier I would've given you this. But now that you fucked that one up with your sweat I only have this coatâ, She frowned hearing your rejection. That would be perfect for her, the blazer actually isn't totally ruined. There's some little wet spot in it and that's pretty much it. Minji pridefully wore it before posing in the mirror. Thankfully for her, her face would be enough distraction to make sure people didn't realise the little wet spot on the blazer. âThank you oppaâ, She smiled brightly, it's pretty obvious, she want to wear it as a warning for everyone.
âYou two are so cute together, are you sure you're just siblings?â The effect is noticeable from your first encounter, âPlease, we are also business partner, isn't that right Minji?â You smiled at Minji. âOf course, as the only child for each of our parents we've been taught to take our parent's company, now that they're married we have made an agreement to make sure some inheritance drama wouldn't happenâ, Even Minji felt much more confident and chatty while she's wearing your blazer. âAhhhh, hopefully you don't learn too much from your brother, otherwise you might start to get a lot of suitors soonâ, Minji getting flirted on by other guys? Wouldn't that beâŚ.. an interesting way to play around with her obsession.
After chatting around for a while you went to the bathroom to just chill around from all the socialising you've been doing. Walking back to the venue however, you find a very interesting view. Minji is talking to a guy, young, a little short, very handsome. You stay silent and just watch her as she hasn't noticed your return just yet. The word talking is very loosely used to describe their interactions. The guy seems very adamant to try and get Minji to talk, yet Minji just smiled and laughed here and there without saying anything to him. Even a blind guy can see that she's highly uncomfortable with his presence.Â
Then you see him slip something into her hand before walking away. Minji tried to open it before seeing you are watching her. She immediately ran up to you, âIt took you so longâ, She said seemingly forgotten about the earlier interaction. âOh I was here for a while now, but you were busy with your friend so I was just watchingâ, Your eyes travel to the thing he slipped earlier, it seems to be a piece of paper. She also realised she was holding something, she threw it to the ground but you're fast enough to catch it. âOhhhh? Isn't this interestingâ, Just as expected, it was a phone number, âYou should keep this Minâ, You smiled trying to put on an angry smile as you gave it back to her.
Her face was filled with guilt and disbelief as you handed her the paper, âNo I don't want itâ, She crumpled it up before throwing it to a nearby trash can, she missed by the way. âWhy not? You two seem to get along very well aren't you?â Her body is shaking as her eyes get teary, dear god it's so easy to tease her. âI'm not cheat-â, You immediately closed her mouth to make sure she didn't finish screaming that sentence. âDon't make a scene, and I need to talk with dad, so wait hereâ, You gave her an annoyed smile before walking away.Â
Minji stays silent watching the wall, her hands tightened her grip and her nail sinks into her palm. You let her marinate in her own anger as you met your mom and dad. âDid you two have a fight already?â Your dad sighed, âOh no, I was just teasing herâ, Your mom looked at you with squinted eyes. âSweetie, don't make a scene, also next time please try to find a more secure place to fuck, some people can hear you earlierâ, Do you care? Does your parents care? âWe do care if our special day is gonna be remembered as the start of a nasty rumour for your little endeavoursâ, Your dad easily read your expression. âCome on now, nothing gonna happen, nobody will knowâ, The two of them gave you a synced dissatisfied glare. âOkay, we won't be doing any of that, anyway me and Minji gonna go home earlier today okayâ, You smiled innocently. âYou should go home nowâ, Your mom said, âThat would be bad sweetie, people will start to talk. Go home in an hour, and just sit on the balcony with Minjiâ, You bow your head in an exaggerated manner to them before walking off to the balcony.
Your eyes scanned the ballroom to see Minji is standing near the corner, her eyes filled with the void as she stares at the guy from earlier. âMy sister is my girlfriend, and she's a psychoâ, You laughed to yourself before finding Mina. She looks at you the moment you look at her, because she's creepy like that. You gestured to her to come and she silently joined you at the balcony. âWhy the fuck are you asking for more time? Don't you always say that you can work efficientlyâ, She raised her eyebrow for a moment, âIt's entertaining to see you panicking sirâ, You just laughed at her. âIt's amusing isn't it? Look at her, so innocent yet so corrupted alreadyâ, You nod at Minji who's watching you now.
âShe is, how nice of you to find new toys to play with sir. I'm afraid I might be put in the crossfire now, aren't I?â You nod, Mina doesn't seem to be annoyed or angry about it. âI want to talk to her, Haewonâ, What the fuck is wrong with you? Mina looks at you silently before speaking up, âI would say these are easy to manage, however I have a suspicion that you want to talk to her in person and not through a callâ, You nod making her sigh. âI'll see what I can do sirâ, She left you immediately without saying anything. You glance at Minji who's just staring at you with anger, disdain, guilt and jealousy.Â
Then she walks to her mom, your mom, you watch them talk for a while before she walks to you. âI'm gonna kill himâ, You're not really sure if that quick of an ending would be fun, âMe?â She shakes her head. âThe guy who gave me his number. I'm gonna kill him, for you, to prove that I'm not cheating on youâ, You giggled for a second. âI was just teasing you baby, don't get so worked upâ, She moves closer to you which you immediately stop. âPeople are watching Minji, we can't just start kissing out hereâ, her face frowning even deeper. The two of you stay quiet for a while, she just stares at the floor, her shaking Jody tells you she's trying not to cry. âLet's go home, let's talk to mom and dad and say our goodbye before we go homeâ, She nodded without looking at you.
âMom, dad, we are going home. Minji is feeling sickâ, You put your hand around your sister as she's still looking down, âHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaâ, Your dad sighed. âThat's quite long dadâ, He shake his head, âI can't deal with you anymore. That's it you're out of college from now on, you make her this way you're fixing herâ, You see Minji immediately raised her head. âThere's nothing to fix, right mom?â You smiled innocently, âHe's right dear, my dear Minji is perfect, it's your son that's the problem hereâ, Your dad nodded. âYou're fixing your nasty personality as well. The two of you will be going to a couple therapyâ, Don't say it, don't say it, âA family therapy?â The three of them clicked their tongue and rolled their eyes. âAlright see you later mom, dad, don't look for us for the next week okay?â You winked at them before leaving.
On the way home Minji starts to kiss your neck out of anxiety, âWhat are you doing?â She just moans and continues biting your neck. âHey, stop thatâ, She scowls and stops biting your neck, but she continues hugging you. âI will make sure nobody dares to come to me again, oppa. I'm sorry, please don't be madâ, Her apology was sincere, her anger towards that random guy is also sincere. âI was just teasing you back then so calm down. Also you should just leave him alone, his family can get cranky if something happens to himâ, She frowned and nodded. This however, is a turning point for Minji, as she disregards your words and goes behind your back.
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âMinjiâ, You sighed while glaring at her, *What's wrong oppa?â She smiled innocently as she kissed your cheek. âDid you kill him? After I told you to leave him alone?â She just shrugged before hugging you, âI don't know who you're talking aboutâ, An innocent smile plastered on her face. You stare at her for a few moments as she continues kissing your neck. âI don't appreciate your disobedience Minjiâ, You frowned at her, âOh don't be such a party pooper, I did it for you remember?â You sighed. Of course there's nothing you can do now, you reap what you sow after all.Â
âI need to go today, I have a business meeting to follow dad so don't make any troubleâ, You decide to drop the subject for now, âOkay, don't come back home late oppa. Don't flirt with any girls okay?â She kissed your cheek before happily walking back to her bed. Something is up, she's been pretty calm after the wedding yet she has never been this calm. You went to meet your dad anyway, what's the worst that could happen? âWhat are you distracted with?â Your father immediately sees through you. âMinji is being off again, can you tell mom to watch over her?â He shook his head, âI swear to god the two of you are gonna drive me mad. Fine, I'll make her take care of her, now go and be ready for your presentationâ, You leave Minji in the back of your mind for now. However problems arise when you finish the presentation and get a call from Mina.
âShe's goneâ, The first thing you think is that Minji has gone somewhere, then you realise, Mina was tasked to deal with Haewon, not Minji. âHaewon is gone?â It's Minji, of course it is, âCorrect, I'm afraid it's your sister-girlfriend sirâ, It seems like you might have grown a little too fast. âFuckâ
Once you get home, you find Minji just chilling on the couch, acting clueless while she continues reading her book. The moment you walk in she smiles at you, âHow was the meeting oppa?â You stare at her coldly, âDid you do it?â She raised her eyebrow, she's not very good at acting. Perhaps, she doesn't really try to hide it, maybe she got that one from you. âYou need to be more specific oppaâ, Since when is she this sassy, âDid you, clean up Haewon the same way you clean up your charming suitorâ, She frowns a little hearing you call that side character a suitor. âI heard your tutor, Mina, can't seem to do her job properly. So I asked momâ, Aren't you proud? Your little girl is all grown up now.
âMom can handle these problems better than dad?â Minji just shrugged, âMom has her waysâ, You smiled, my god you are proud of her. âWell, now all is well isn't it?â No, holy fuck no, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You've never seen any proof, but Minji definitely has her twisted tendencies from someone. Who could it be? Could it be her mysterious dad? Or is it her mom, your mom? Could her momâŚâŚ.. treat your mom as her Haewon? âOppa? What's wrong? You're happy right? Now there's no one between us anymoreâ, Minji smiles as she hugs you, her eyes devoid of happiness. They're just inspecting your face in case there is any disapproval.
âWhat a fucked up finaleâ, That hits pretty close to home, âHehehehe, now you're mine oppa, fullyâ, Minji's hand starts to unbuttoned your shirt. Her lips touched your neck before she sank her teeth deep into it. Look at her, look at what you've made, isn't she beautiful. âFucking he'll Minji, you're a maniacâ, You grunted as your hand grabbed her tits. âAhhhhh, you love me because of thatâ, Minji moaned before she continued biting her neck. Her hand finished unbuttoning your shirt and started to unzip your pants. âShould we go to the bedroom first?â Your question was answered by her body that pushes you to the wall.Â
Your pants fell off to the ground, her slender hands grabbed onto your cock as she pressed her lips onto yours. She let out moans as her hands are jerking you off. For once she took control of you. It felt good, didn't it? Having her hand aggressively jerk you off as her tongue is exploring your mouth. Your hand went under her sweater and started to fondle her breast, âPinch it oppaâ, She whimpered before continuing her exploration of your mouth.Â
Her mouth then starts to lower down and kiss your neck, her hand starts to stroke you faster and faster. âFuck Minji, you've become such a slutâ, She giggled and stop bitting your neck, âI did it all for you oppaâ, She whispered in your ears. âFuck baby, I'm gonna cumâ, The moment she heard you Minji immediately drop to her knees. She pulls your tip to her mouth as her hand strokes you even faster. âFuckâ, You let out a grunt as you cum into her mouth. âMmmhhhmm~â, Minji let out a moan as she felt those thick warm cum starts to fill her mouth. Despite her best effort to swallow it all, some still manages to drip out of her mouth, forcing her to use her fingers to wipe it before licking them clean.
âThere better be more oppaâ, She looked at you using her puppy eyes as she licked her cum stained hands. âHehehe, get on the couch babyâ, Minji stood up and turned around, making sure to poke out her ass towards you. Minji gets on the couch, kneeling on it as her body leaned towards the backrest. âCome on oppa, fuck my ass pleaseâ, She wiggle her ass to invite you. You walk closer, your hand grabs her yoga pants before pulling them down, revealing her bare ass. âYou're ready baby?â Your finger teases her tight entrance, âOppa, just fuck me already, fill my ass up daddyâ, Did she figure out your kink already?Â
Your cock rests in between her cheeks, âYou're so desperate already? Tell me first Minji, what did you do to Haewon?â You rubbed your cock between her ass making her feel frustrated. âStop talking about her already, it's just you and me from now on. Forget about her, and just focus on me, daddy~â, Now how do you deal with her teasing? âAhhhh, again daddy, spank me harderâ, Well, spanking hasn't been a punishment for her anymore. You raised your hand and slapped her ass making her let out a moan, âI told you I got Haewon covered, but you just won't listen do you?â Minji bit her lips and nodded.Â
âI can't wait any longer daddy, I hate her, I hate her so much. I want you, I want you to belong to me, forever. Fuck me already daddy, I can't wait for you any longerâ, She whined as she wiggle her ass. âBad girlâ, You spank her again making her moan, âI hate it when you won't listen to meâ, You spank her again. âI'm sorry daddy, but I can't let her take up a place in your mind anymore. You belong to me, now and foreverâ, She grunted. That's it, no more waiting, âAggghhhh, fuck daddyâ, Maybe you can penetrate her slower though. âFucking slutâ, You spanked her again making her moan, âYeah, I'm your slut, fuck me harder daddyâ
How is a gentleman supposed to say no to such a kind request? You pick up your pace and pound her even faster. Your hand grabbed on to her hair and pulled her up, âAhhhhhh, fuck, you're so fucking big daddy, you're breaking me apartâ, Minji is filled with ecstasy, and your cock. Your hips starts to live by itself, pounding her mercilessly as her ass jiggle from the impact and your spanking. âFuck, fill me up daddy, pleaseeeâ, Her words sends you over the edge, you grunted and pull her hair even harder as you empty your load inside her. âHhhmmm, that felt good daddy, hopefully you still have some more to give me because my pussy is still aching for youâ, Minji moaned as you pulled out your dick, your cum started to overflow and dripped down her ass.Â
You sit down on the couch next to her to catch your breath for a second, then Minji jumps on to your lap and starts stroking your cock. âI should stop drinking those pills oppa, because it's time to make you a real daddyâ, She kissed you as your cock sprung back into action. âHopefully, this time you didn't end up like the last girl I impregnateâ, She smiled a little before leaning down and whispered in your ear, âDon't worry oppa, nothing will distract you ever again. It's just you, and me, now and foreverâ
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acidentally plunged myself into the idea that Arwen, daughter of First Age survivor Elrond and poor sweet CelebrĂan, granddaughter of Middle-earth's OG elvish battle-queen Artanis "I Possibly Took Part in All Three Kinslayings and All I Got Was a Loving Husband" Galadriel, and a long-time seasoned traveler between Rivendell and LothlĂłrien, has all the exact same incredible wilderness survival and combat skills as Aragorn
but nobody in Minas Tirith realizes this until, one afternoon when the Queen is inexplicably late to some court function, a vaguely familiar mud-splattered walking clod of earth dances up to Elessar Telcontar I, King of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor, and he sighs and lets the apparition kiss him on the cheek.
"I thought I saw one of the mearas and grew distracted," the Thing says to him, sheepishly. It scrapes a bit more mess off of its face and reveals grey eyes that are still not-quite mortal.
"You should have known, then, that you wouldn't be able to catch it," the King says back, clearly teasing.
The eldritch ball of dirt that grew legs and walked into court giggles and twines a curl of something that might have once resembled long shining dark hair around its finger. It now resembles nothing so much as seaweed that somehow took on the quality of Ithilien topsoil. "I am back in time to clean up before dinner, at least."
"Well, at least your priorities are in the correct order, dear," the King says. And with that the amalgam of woman and wilderness gathered from at least half the length of the Pelennor Fields turns and goes to Queen Arwen's chambers to order a bath.
the military leader the King was just speaking with: "hey sir what the Fuck"
"oh that's Strider's wife, don't mind her"
#arwen#aragorn#aragorn elessar#tolkien#lotr#elrond#celebrian#galadriel#aragorn and arwen both smiling fondly: get you a spouse who can do Both
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Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader
SHORT SERIES | PART 1
SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?
WARNINGS: Minor violence
It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.
Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.
You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You werenât sure heâd listen, but the least you could do was try.
You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadnât heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.
You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you werenât holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. Thatâs when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadnât done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.
After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadnât been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.
You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.
In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadnât known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, heâd most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.
Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, youâd have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.
You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didnât seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadnât expected though, was that he would find you first.
You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You werenât really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.
A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasnât often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.
âRumor has it youâve been seeking me out.â The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man youâd been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.
âKol,â He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didnât like.
âY/N,â You said.
He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, âSo, what do you want from me?â He asked, getting straight to the point.
Your heart rate picked up. It wasnât out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, âI need your help.â You explained.
âHelp from somebody like me comes with a price.â He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew youâd have to return the favor.
âA price Iâm willing to pay.â You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, mustâve been important.
âVery well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?â He questioned, looking at you very intently.
âWell, itâs complicated.â You sighed, âBefore I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.â
âYou mustâve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.â Kol speculated.
âShe told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you canât be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.â You added.
âAll very true,â Kol said.
âOh,â You murmured, disappointed.
âThereâs been exceptions for certain individuals though,â Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.
âExceptions?â You questioned, raising a brow.
âTheyâre not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. Theyâre called the Gemini Coven.â Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.
âThey come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but thatâs far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesnât come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless youâre a vampire of course.â
You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, âBut if youâre a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?â You asked.
âThatâs what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. Theyâre the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, theyâre referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. Thereâs only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake wonât do it. I havenât seen one in quite some time though, so if thatâs what youâre looking for youâre out of luck, darling.â
At first, you werenât sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, âWhat if I told you I knew one?â You said, rather abruptly.
âThen I would ask why youâre coming to me for this.â He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.
âAnd what if I said she doesnât know anything about heretics and hasnât been able to use her magic since sheâs transitioned? Would you be able to help her?â You asked rhetorically.
âWell, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.â Kol explained.
âLike what?â
âFirst tell me to whom youâre referring, and then maybe Iâll give you the answer.â
You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, âMe.â You said hesitantly.
âYou?â He questioned.
You sighed, âBefore I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldnât figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.â
Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, âIf you want my help, itâs going to take a while. And thatâs going to be a lot of debt, darling.â Kol asserted.
You stood up quickly after him, âPlease, Iâll do anything.â You pleaded.
âAnything?â
âAnything.â
tags | @multifandombliss
#imagine#kol mikaelson#kol mikealson x reader#katherine pierce#katerina petrova#stefan salvatore#damon salvatore#x reader#short series#heretic#maryporter#emily bennett#magic#salvatore#mikaelson#the originals#the vampire diaries#the vampire chronicles#legacies#legacies cw#lexi branson
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Can I request a soulmate!AU with a Clark Kent x reader? Where your soul mates name is on your wrist?
I.
Clark Kent.
It shows up sometime around your twelfth birthday. Thereâs no warning before it happens- youâre absentmindedly eating breakfast one day when you glance at your wrist and all of sudden itâs there, in neat, slanted writing.
Youâre at a loss for how to react at first- hell, this is the name of your soulmate. A few minutes are spent staring in awe at the words on your wrist, before the shock falls away and youâre left feeling a little giddy- you finally know their name.
Every advice column ever written about the matter says not to obsess over it, but your pre-teen self canât help but fixate on the markings whenever they come into your line of sight.
II.
Clark is not a very widespread first name, you discover. It always ranks around the four-hundred mark in popularity polls, both in North America and the UK.
Despite that, you run into a lot of them. Enough for you to begin to suspect that fate is playing a cruel game- really, how many Clarks can one person meet over the course of their lifetime?
To your dismay, you end up hating every single one of them. Thankfully, none of their last names even resemble Kent.
III.
Clark means scholar.
You wonder if heâs the academic type.
A lot of questioning is done on your part when youâre bored and have nothing better to do. Even more so when you're feeling lonely. Is he tall? Whatâs his favourite colour? Does he enjoy whole-wheat bread?
When you were a teenager, you had decided he was quite possibly going to be the most perfect person on earth. Your best friend at the time had laughed, telling you that no one was perfect.
Youâre older, now. And while you no longer think Clark Kent, whoever he is, would be perfect, you still canât stop yourself from picturing what he might be like after you have a bad day.
IV.
The first time you encounter it, youâre taking the subway home.
The newspaper is discarded on a scratched up subway seat. The headline is something about Lex Luthor - it always is in Metropolis- but that is not what catches your attention.
Itâs under the headline, smudged to ruin by the previous reader's fingers. And yet still discernible enough to make your heart beat faster.
By Clark Kent.
V.
Finding out how to contact the newspaper is easy enough. You cant figure out how to reach him, though, and you wonder what the point of modern technology is if you knew someoneâs full name yet still had no way of reaching them.
When you call them, the receptionist tells you that Mr. Kent is out. Leave a message.
You give her a reasonably vague excuse to have him contact you, double checking that she has your name written down correctly. Thereâs a hint in her voice that tells you she suspects what is going on, but she doesnât comment on it. Youâre infinitely thankful.
VI.
By the time you leave work, thereâs a missed call and a voicemail left on your phone. You wait until you get home to listen to it, and itâs a smart idea, because you didnât know you could get this unreasonably anxious just by hearing someone say your name.
âThis is Clark. Uh, Clark Kent. I hope- did I say your name right? Never mind- I was hoping we could meet up?â
Heâs stumbling over his words and you canât help but laugh- at least youâre not the only one completely overcome by nerves.
The voicemail ends with an address and a time to meet up (â That is, if itâs okay with you-â ) tomorrow.
You send a text confirming that youâll be there.
VII.
Youâre at the designated meeting place- one of Metropolisâ many parks. How they manage to put them in a city with such high density is beyond you- still, you werenât here to question their urban planning prowess.
You swear you can feel him before you see him.
The first thing you notice is how tall he is. Very, very tall. Heâs dressed in a dark grey suit- carrying a briefcase, clearly having just gotten done with work. Itâs not what you imagined- yet somehow, itâs better than anything youâve ever dreamt up.
He has glasses, you note. They have the effect of making him look impossibly endearing.
Youâre not aware youâre gaping at him until he says your name.
âNice to meet you, Clark.â Itâs hard to keep the grin off your face. âYouâre saying it right, by the way.â You stick your hand out for a handshake, making sure to angle it so the words on your wrist are visible.
He takes it, a smile playing at his lips. Warmth envelops your hand immediately. âItâs nice to meet you, too.â
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ditching chores/sneaking kisses
mushy may ; day twenty one !! (approx 3.6k words)
read under the cut or on ao3 :)
this was meant to be romantic and it just turned very, very silly jdsfhd
âââââ 1 âââââ
The first thing Rain saw when he appeared in the summoning circle was a giant. Well, okay after heâd had a few seconds to fully take him all in he was pretty sure he was just an exceptionally tall earth ghoul, but giant worked well for the moment. When the noise, smoke and chaos calmed down, slithering back through the circle and into the ether of the pits, Rain tried to stand and take stock of his surroundings. Just as he managed to haul himself up into a standing position, something in his leg buckled but before he could hit the ground he found himself caught up in a strong pair of arms.
âCareful, kid. Donât want you injuring yourself after only being here five seconds.â
Rain rolled his eyes. âJust because youâre a giant, doesnât mean everyone around you is a kid, earthy.â
âOh, heâs feisty!â Someone elseâs voice rang out in the small stone room; a damp looking multi ghoul wrapped in an oversized grey blanket. He must be a new summon as well. âI think Iâm going to like him.â His grin was sharp and infectious, Rain smiled back. Had he already made a friend?
The earth ghoul chuckled at their exchange. âMy nameâs Mountain. Do you have one?â
Rain tore his eyes away from the multi to pay attention to Mountain. âUh huh,â he nodded. âRain.â
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Rain,â yet another voice spoke, but this oneâs owner wasnât a ghoul. His face was painted in intentional strokes of black and white, the markings around his eyes and cheeks clearly meant to resemble a skull and he was dressed entirely in liturgical vestments, his mitre bearing the mark of the Ghost Project. No way. Rain had heard whispers of a project of this nature in the Pit, nothing proven, nothing concrete; a division of the Old Oneâs church Up Top spreading His word through song all over the world. He hadnât believed it at the time, it had all sounded too far fetched but⌠here it was.
âPapa Emeritus?â
The manâalthough he was a bit more than that if the rumours were true, wasnât heâlooked taken aback. âYou know who I am?â
âOf course I do?â Rain was shocked that he wasnât aware of his own fame. âIn the Pit, thereâs been rumours of what youâve been doing for what feels like forever.â
Papa tutted. âInteresting⌠This is what Swiss told me earlier.â At Rainâs questioning head tilt he apologised. âAh, of course! Sorry, thatâs Swiss there.â He pointed to the newly summoned multi ghoul. Swiss poked a hand out of his blanket and waves, still grinning. âHe was summoned only a few minutes before you were.â He continued pointing out and naming all of the ghouls in the room, there are so many more than Rain originally thought he saw, too caught up in being pulled up to a different world, he supposed.
After explaining the basics to Rainâintroducing him to his new pack, laying out the exact purpose of his summoning, what his role will be if he chooses to accept itâPapa smiled and pat him on the back. âI think thatâs more than enough information for now though, hmm? Mountain, how about you take Rain to get settled in and Aether, you can do the same for Swiss?â
âSounds perfect, Papa,â Mountain smiled, squeezing Rain from where his arm is still wrapped around his shoulder; Rain was back on his feet now, but Mountain never let him go properly, presumably still worried he wouldnât remain steady on his feet once heâd started to walk around the room.
âCâmon, Rain.â He began to wrap a blanket identical to Swissâ around Rainâs shoulders. It was much warmer than it looked. âIâll show you around the den and the grounds if youâre feeling up to it.â
Rain nodded. âThat sounds nice, thanks, Mountain.â
Mountain smiled and Rain had just enough time to notice that one of his front teeth had a tiny chip in it. He squeezed his arm around Rain just hard enough to pull him closer to the earth ghoul and pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head. Rain blushed âCool! Alright, weâve got a lot to cover. We should head off now before it gets too late.â
âââââ 2 âââââ
It had been a few weeks since Rain had been summoned now and he could happily say he was settling into life at the Ministry well. He was learning the parts for his music with Dewâs help and everyone said he and Swissâwho was taking his singing and guitar lessons from Dew, Aether and Papaâ were progressing nicely. He wasnât even the newest summon anymore! Two air ghoulettes had been summoned about a week after he and Swiss and they seemed to be adjusting well too. The four of themâRain, Swiss, Cirrus and Cumulusâhad become a group of their own of sorts. It wasnât as if they didnât spend time with the others, of course they did, but it was nice that the four of them were able to bond over being fresh to Earth and not understanding certain human customs that had evolved since the last time theyâd all been Up Top when they were human.
Heâd been settling into his chores now as well. His favourite, without a doubt, was helping Mountain in the greenhouses and gardens on the Abbeyâs grounds. All he had to do was water the plants and regulate the humidity, but he was able to write off a whole day just to sit and talk with Mountain while he worked. Occasionally heâd lend a hand, but more often than not, Mountain insisted that Rain need not do anything but sit there and be good company for him.
His favourite day by far had been when heâd been helping the earth ghoul to weed and mulch his flower beds. The two of them had become covered in soil, roots and mulching hay and had ended the day by running off to the lake to clean themselves off, whooping with laughter the entire time. Before theyâd run off to the lake however, Mountain had reached out a hand to brush a patch of dirt off of Rainâs cheek, no doubt leaving an equally dirty smudge behind in his wake but Rain didnât mind. Especially when what had followed the brushing off was a quick, shy peck of Mountainâs lips on his cheek. The earth ghoul had come close enough for Rain to appreciate the light dusting of freckles covering his face from all his days working in the gardens, particularly concentrated on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Rain wanted to christen every single one with a kiss as gentle as the one Mountain had just given his cheek but before he could do so, the earth ghoul had pulled back and with a grin.
âRace you to the lake, raindrop,â heâd called. âLast one there is on dinner duty for a week!â
âââââ 3 âââââ
The few weeks after that had passed in a whirlwind of activity. Rain was busy every single day. Between taking on a few extra duties for a week or two as a favour for Zephyr after theyâd been sequestered away to the infirmary and practising all the new songs heâd learnt on his bass at every single spare moment, he was running on empty. It was no surprise to anyone but Rain when he got sick.
âYou were exhausted, waterlily,â Mountain explained gently as he stirred the bowl of soup heâd brought Rain to help cool it down. âYou need to give your body and your mind space to relax from all the stress youâre putting yourself under. Open up?â
âI can feed myself, Mount,â Rain protested, keeping his mouth firmly closed.
âI know you can. But I want to help, so open.â
Rain rolled his eyes playfully as he opened his mouth for Mountain to spoon the soup into, holding back a sigh of pleasure as the warm soup soothed his scratchy throat.
âYou need to find something you can do that lets you relax and release the stress of the day off of your shoulders,â Mountain explained, quickly putting a finger over Rainâs lips when he opened his mouth to protest. âEat with your mouth closed, love,â he teased. Rain didnât like to admit the butterflies that hearing the pet name in Mountainâs voice gave him, but it felt nice. âI know you have your bass, but at the moment itâs also stressing you out. Itâs understandable, of course with the tour coming up soon, you want to be the best you can be before we head off.â Curse Mountain for always somehow knowing what Rain was going to say. âBut at the moment itâs only going to make you worse if youâre stressing yourself out enough that youâre getting sick and unable to practise.â
Rain opened his mouth to protest again but this time, instead of telling him to be quiet, Mountain shut him up by putting another spoon of soup in his mouth, that bastard.
âZephyrâs back from the infirmary soon though,â he mused. âSo hopefully youâll have less work to stress you out, but,â he continued. âIf Zephyrâs still not up to doing everything when youâre better, you will ask someone to help you. A load meant for two people on top of practising for the tour isnât sustainable or healthy for you, Rain. Can you promise me that?â
Rain nodded and quickly swallowed his mouthful of soup. âI promise, Mount. And⌠thank you for taking care of me.â
âAlways,â Mountain smiled. âAre you sure you can manage feeding yourself the soup? Iâm happy to stay if you need help,â he teased.
âI think Iâll be fine, thanks,â Rain grinned. You spooned those few mouthfuls perfectly though.â
Mountain laughed. âGood to know my skills arenât going unappreciated.â He leant down and pressed a soft kiss to Rainâs forehead. His lips were surprisingly cool against Rainâs boiling head. âCall me if you need me for anything, alright? Any time of day and Iâll come running to help.â He got up off the side of Rainâs bed and flicked his bedside lamp on, flicking the overhead light off on his way to the door. Rain hadnât even realised how the harsh light had been affecting him until Mountain turned it off. âGet well soon, Rainy,â he smiled, closing the door on his way out.
âââââ 4 âââââ
A few days after Rain recovered from his illness, he found himself back in the greenhouses, chatting the afternoon away with Mountain. Despite his offers to help, Mountain insisted that Rain just relax and not worry.
âI asked Mist to come in this morning and help with the humidity,â he explained. âYouâve met her, right? Oh, good! Either way, itâs all sorted, Rainy. Donât worry about anything other than giving yourself time to rest.â
Rain had just nodded, secretly pleased for this time that he could spend with Mountain, free from chores and practice and responsibilities. It was autumn now and the leaves around the Ministry were turning every possible hue of orange, yellow and red. As well as thisâand arguably more exciting in Rainâs eyesâMountainâs army of caterpillars were beginning to emerge from their chrysalides as butterflies and flutter around the greenhouses. More than once, Rain had become somewhat of a butterfly magnet, with many of them landing on him after heâd sat still for a long enough period of time.
âHave you ever heard of butterfly kisses?â
Mountainâs voice was enough to startle both Rain and the butterfly that had found a perch on his finger. âButterfly huh?â Was all the water ghoul could manage as he caught his breath from the unexpected fright.
âButterfly kisses,â Mountain repeated. âTheyâre called that because itâs supposed to feel like butterfly wings caressing your skin.â
Rain tilted his head. The earth ghoul was so much less subtle than he thought himself to be. âI donât think I get it,â he said, knowing full well the smirk on his face gave away that he understood exactly what Mountain meant. âCan you show me?â
Mountain grinned and nodded. âGive me your arm?â Rain obliged. âAll I do is bring your arm up to my face,â he explained as he mimicked his words. âThen I get my eyes really close and blink, like that.â
Rain squirmed. âAh, no, that tickles, Mount!â
The earth ghoul pouted exaggeratedly. âDo you think it will tickle on your face?â
Rain almost snorted. âYouâre really not coming across as innocent as you wish you were, Mount,â he laughed. âBut sure, go ahead, butterfly boy. Kiss me.â
Mountain obliged, moving even closer to the water ghoul, letting his breath ghost over his cheeks before fluttering his eyelashes over the soft skin there. His breath was warm but it soothed the tickle of his eyelashes enough that Rain didnât have to squirm away. Although heâs not sure that he would have moved anyway, even if it had rendered him to a tickle-avoidant mess. He treasures his time with Mountain too much.
âââââ 5 âââââ
The night before the band goes away on tour is always cause for a big celebration, Mountain told him. This year, the Ministry is hosting a grand ball complete with fancy clothesâwhich is apparently just another way to say formal clothes, not fancy dress like Rain had hopedâand formal dances. The ghouls and Papa are all attending together and Mountain had already promised to stay with Rain for most of the night, not that Rain needed babysitting, but Sathanas, if he had to talk to an enormous room full of people for hours on end then he needed someone with him, if only to make sure he didnât rip someoneâs throat out if they tried to engage in yet another round of small talk with him.
Itâs safe to say that Rain had⌠well, perhaps blossomed is the right word, in the few months since heâd been summoned. He was definitely more comfortable in telling people to fuck off before he killed them, at least. After a few months of trying to play the role of a human, he was finally growing more comfortable in presenting himself as the demonic hell beast he was.
A sudden hand on his shoulder interrupted his musings and made him jump.
âSorry, raincloud,â Mountain soothed. âItâs just me.â
âHow goeth the search for drinks, my dear sir?â Rain joked, recalling Dewâs complaints that these events always felt stuffy and overly formal, like those renaissance movies he pretends to hate.
âAlas, loyal comrade,â Mountain replied, playing along. âLady Cumulus snatched them from mine own hand whilst I was returning to you with my spoils.â He got down on one knee and threw his hands up in the air. âHow will you ever forgive me?â
Rain threw his head back laughing. âIâm sure Iâll survive, Mount. Now get up off the floor, youâre going to ruin your pants and Aetherâs going to yell at you if he has to sew on another knee patch for you.â
âIâll just ask Cirrus then,â Mountain retorted, obeying Rain all the same. âIâm still in her good books.â
âNope. I think theyâre conspiring against you. Remember last time you asked her to mend something she never gave it back?â He nudged the earth ghoul with his shoulder. âIâm pretty sure the two of them are convinced that if they slowly steal your clothes over time, eventually youâll give up on wearing them altogether.â
âIâ What?â Mountain spluttered. âIf they want to see me naked they could just ask.â
âYeah but theyâre freaky,â Rain stage whispered. âThey wanna make it happenâŚâ
Mountain blushed, no doubt thinking of all the ways he could make it happen more quickly. Luckily for his sake, music soon began to trickle through the mingling crowds, inviting them all to begin dancing. How the Ministry got the speaker system to work so well, Rain would never know. Maybe they had hundreds hidden all throughout the ballroom?
His train of thought was interrupted by Mountain returning to their earlier game of jest, bowing low and holding out his hand. âLord Rain of the-bedroom-right-down-the-hallway-from-me.â Rain couldnât help the laughter that bubbled up inside him from that. âMay I please have this dance?â
He placed his hand in Mountainâs. âYou may, Lord Mountain,â he smiled, thrilled when the earth ghoul bent down even further to kiss the back of his hand, stomach fluttering when he refused to break eye contact until his lips broke contact with Rainâs hand. âCome,â he announced, shifting his grip on Mountainâs hand to be able to hold it more normally. âLet us dance.â
âââââ + 1 âââââ
The tour bus is alive with energy. Theyâre only a few hours into their journey but all of them are buzzing with a mixture of nerves and excitement, even if all theyâre doing is chatting amongst themselves quietly.
Swissâ legs are currently thrown over Rainâs lap, the two of them gossiping quietly about their various hookups since being summoned. Rain is ninety percent sure Cumulus is listening in on their conversation but he doesnât mind, she was the one who taught him how to do that thing with his tongue he was just explaining to Swiss.
âSoâŚâ Swiss leans in close and glances around furtively. The multi ghoul can never resist an opportunity for some dramatic flair. âWhen did you and Mountain hookup?â
âMe and Mount?â Rain asks, surprised. âWe havenât.â
Swiss sighs. âYou donât have to lie to me, Rainy, thereâs nothing to be ashamed of. I was just telling you all the ways Dew made me cry for him, I think weâre past the point of shame, rainbow.â
âIâm telling you the truth! We havenâtâŚâ
âOh, but you want to.â Itâs not a question, it doesnât need to be one.
âOf course I do, have you fucking seen him?â
âHave you fucking seen his dick?â Swiss leans in close and uses his hands to measure an obscene length. Thereâs no way heâs telling the truth. âFucking huge, Rainy, itâs insane.â
Rain whines. âDonât tease me, Swiss, fuck.â
âFine, fine,â Swiss relents. âBut youâve at least kissed right? Iâve seen the way you two look at each other, thereâs no way that nothingâs happened between you.â
âI mean⌠kind of?â Rain replies. âWeâve kissed but not⌠yâknow, on the lips or anything?â
Swissâ eyes feel like theyâre boring a hole into his soul. When he speaks, his voice is deadpan. âAre you fucking shitting me, Rainy.â
âNo?â
Swiss looks like heâs about to scream.
Aetherâs voice calls out from his game of cards with Dew. âSwiss, are you alright back there?â
âNo, Iâm dying, Aeth,â Swiss yells back at the same time as Rain says: âHeâs fine, heâs just being a dramatic prick.â
âWhatâs all this about a dramatic prick?â Mountain grins as he takes a seat next to Rain.
âMountain!â Swiss says, moving forward fast as lightning to grab the earth ghoul by the collar of his shirt. âWhy the fuck havenât you kissed Rain yet, itâs killing me, Mount. You hear me?â He shakes Mountain back and forth violently. âKill. Ing. me.â
âIâve kissed him,â Mountain says simply, miraculously unperturbed by the seemingly wild multi ghoul shaking him around.
Swiss pulls him even closer before releasing him. âShow me.â
Mountain sighs and looks over at Rain for permission but heâs smiling and his smile is always so infectious that Rain canât help mimic it the second he sees it pulling at the earth ghoulâs lips.
âIâve kissed him here,â Mountain starts, kissing the top of Rainâs head. âAnd here, and here,â he continues, brushing gentle kisses over Rainâs cheek and forehead in mimicry of those events that feel like they happened a lifetime ago. âThen I gave him butterfly kisses all over his face.â Rain scrunches up his eyes to combat the gentle tickling sensation that Mountainâs eyelashes are spreading across his face. âAnd last night I kissed his hand, like this.â This time itâs Rain who offers the hand out first, Mountain taking gladly and holding eye contact the entire time, exactly like the previous night. âBut youâre right, Swiss. There is one spot Iâve missed.â He takes Rainâs face in his hands, cradling it gently in his hands. Mountain barely has to open his mouth to ask before Rain is nodding vigorously and surging forward to connect their lips together with an elated sigh.
It doesnât take much for Mountain to deepen the kiss and pull Rain onto his lap and as soon as he does, Swiss is whooping and running up and down the length of the bus singing praises. Rain leans back to take a breather just in time to see Dew yank Swiss down to sit with him and Aether, telling him to get a hold on himself. Rain doesnât miss the way Dew smirks when Aether presses a wad of cash into his hand, sighing in defeat.
âI think they were betting on us,â he whispers against Mountainâs lips, resting their foreheads together as they both take a breather.
âOh, they definitely were,â the earth ghoul confirms. âI heard Cumulus and Dew negotiating terms weeks ago. Droplet may have just won that money from Aether but heâs going to have to give it all to Lus now because we kissed on the bus, not just before we left the Abbey.â
Rain laughs in disbelief. âYou sly bastard,â he huffs out. âDid you wait to kiss me just so Dew wouldnât win the bet?â
âYep,â Mountain admits proudly. âWhat?â He asks when he sees Rain shaking his head and laughing. âYou didnât expect me to let Lus lose, did you?â
âOf course not, Mount,â Rain assures him. âIâm far too scared of her.â
Mountain hums in agreement. âSheâs fucking terrifying, I do not need to be on her bad side. Forgive me?â
âHmm,â Rain teases. âIâm not sure⌠Kiss me again and weâll see?â
#mushy may#day twenty one !!#rain ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#everyone from era iv is mentioned at least once#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#husband ficlets
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Deck the halls Pt. 2 (Conner Kent X Male Reader)
Not me editing out the parts where I said I would write smut in this part hehe. I was going too but after the LEGO scene I just couldn't it was too adorable.
I'm writing this at a bus stop, which I will be stuck at for the next 20 minutes, and then stuck on a bus for another 35. I mean, why not write fanfiction while sitting next to a stranger and an old person. Enjoy hehe.
Quick update: the guy behind me is reading this over my shoulder so, uh, you enjoy too.
ââââââââââââââââââââ
The words barely left Connerâs lips before you were nodding in a way that said you were a little too desperate. You were desperate though, so.
You struggled to keep yourself contained as you ascended the staircase behind the boy. What was about to happen? A tryst? A menage e tois? You barely knew what those words meant, especially not the French one. Why were you thinking those? Passing by doors to rooms you'd never been in, it was almost like a guessing game. Which room belonged to THE superman, and which room belonged to the equally as famous toilet.
Conner slowly opened the door to his room, most likely to avoid ripping it off of it's hinges. âThis is the room the Kentâs let me- I mean, my roomâ
Connerâs room was practically empty, with only a bed and a small lamp on a desk across the room, and was rather small for both a kryptonian and a house of this scale. You couldn't help but think of Harry Potter and the closet. Speaking of closets.
Conner awkwardly stood there, trying to gauge the emotion on your face, like he was worried you wouldn't approve.
âI like it, seems cozyâ Cramped and cozy were practically synonyms anyway, right?
He smiled, before rushing over to the bed, and reaching under it, pulling out a tub of LEGOâs. âWanna play LEGO?â
You almost giggled, from the absurdity of the situation and the fact one of the most dangerous individuals on earth was playing with LEGO, but seeing the look on his face, you couldn't say no.
And that's how you and Conner wound up on the floor of his room playing LEGO, with you making structurally sound lego towers, and him smashing them down as a makeshift dinosaur or robot rampaged through the âcityâ. You had to admit, it was pretty fun. And he looked like he was having the time of his life.
âSo, how long have you been living with the Kentâsâ You asked warily, watching as Connerâs eyes looked up from the LEGOâs before snapping back down
âUm, a couple months now.â He looked nervous, like he was hiding something.
âHave they been treating you well?â
âWell, Ma is always nice to me, making sure I finish my plate and picking out church clothes.â His eyes drifted to the door, âBut everyone else is still..â
You leaned forward, placing a hand on the boy who was seemingly much more complex then the angry brute you'd heard others whispering about.
âI'm⌠a clone. Of Clark.â Oh.
I mean, you guessed you could see the resemblance. The raven hair, the chiselled jawline, the intense musculature. But he seemed nothing like Clark. More⌠real, in a way. Clark seemed so above everything else, like he was a God and as much as he wanted to be human, he was just better. More perfect. Not that he did it on purpose. Maybe it was just your perception of him, knowing that he was Superman and all.
âNot just Clark though, Lex Luthor too. The rich guy and the supervillain trying to destroy Clark.â Conner clearly knew about the conflicting emotions Clark must have over him, with him being both a perversion of his genetic code and partly related to his biggest enemy.
âThey all pretend they're ok with it, but they're not. I hear them talk about what to do with me, whether I should be trained orâŚâ He trailed off, but you knew what he meant.
âWell, then they're stupid.â Conner cocked his head.
âIf they don't see you for who you are, then screw them. Youâre Conner. Not just a clone of Clark.â His expression showed heâd clearly never heard those words, even among the worlds so-called âvirtuous heroesâ.
Unable to find the words, Conner just leapt over and embraced you, crushing the LEGO city you both had created.
âYouâre worth more than what others see you as Conner, don't forget that.â
#conner kent x male reader#male reader#superboy x male reader#conner kent fluff#young justice x male reader#titans x male reader#young justice x reader#titans x reader#Y/N#dc characters#clark kent#bruce wayne
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So uhh... we found something really, REALLY strange
As the tectonic activity continues to shift ever more chaotically across the globe, randomly elevating or crumbling parts of mountains, opening up fissures and expanding fault lines, not to mention all the volcanic eruptions, to say it is important to monitor the inner workings of Earth would be a criminal understatement.
On the remains of what used to be Hawaii, now a singular landmass, lies a monitoring station closest to the epicenter of the Fusion Detonation Event, some 400km away. Seismographer and tectonics expert Joannie du'Preeste was finalizing this months deep level mapping of the area of detonation and directly below to give the algorithm-driven disaster prediction model at least an above 50% accuracy rate for this month.
Typical readings, increase in magma outflow, collapses of internal caverns, formation of new ones, and irregular shifts from the various efforts to stymie and direct the disastrous plate movements. Now that Humanity and Earth were properly back in dimensional space instead of in-between, some additional hectic activity in the form of directional nuclear detonation had been performed for the upcoming plan of "plug the hole with a large piece of another planet or moon".
They've selected Sycorax by the way, just waiting for it to get further away from Uranus in its irregular orbit, hook it up to several Dreadnoughts and haul it over to Earth and gently plop it in the hole. It is about the right size and nobody will miss it if it doesn't work.
Anyway, as she pondered the likely inevitable yet another calamitous event we'll be willingly conducting, the mapper finished its work.
At first, more of the same chaos as usual, but something at the back of her mind said to glance closer at the density readings from the deepest level measurements. With not much else to do today before the work day ends, she highlighted the appropriate levels, and as she started to remove clutter data, a shape began to emerge.
A tendril.
While scans and maps often show things that our minds interpret as something already familiar to us, once you look at each individual part, you see that it is just a coincidence. The brain wants to see what it knows to make sense of the unknown, life would be too complicated and overstimulating otherwise.
No mistake, however. As she removed more of the clutter and focused in on the object, there was no mistaking its resemblance to a biological structure. Hints of veins, pores, hairs, scales, needles, eyes... seemingly everything you could find on the surface layer of a creature was there, or parts of it anyway. Composition-wise it was more of the same silicates and such compounds found within the mantle. But... denser, more concentrated, almost deliberately shaped.
She quickly loaded up older data and after a bit of filtering and comparing, sure enough, the same tendril-like structure is there, just a little closer to the regular density levels of the surrounding. Even years old data provided similar results, though you could only find the shape if you already knew it was there.
Loading up the oldest records she had access to from around 300 years ago revealed the same, just even less distinguishable from the surrounding materials.
The scans don't go deep enough to show what the tendril leads to, if anything, but what is it? How did it get there? Why is something clearly biological in structure within the mantle layer? And if it does continue, how far? Does the core of the planet itself house some impossible creature? If so... what does that mean? For Earth? For Humanity? For the Universe? This is way above Joannie's pay grade and expertise, way past her regular waking hours as well at this point, and way too big to know how or if to reveal any information to the public. Some higher ups can have a headache instead.
Maybe the Coalition aliens know something similar.
Maybe this is all a big load of nothing and she just imagined it all.
Yeah.
That'd be nice.
Wouldn't it be nice if Cthulu wasn't potentially real?
#humanity fuck yeah#humans are space orcs#humans are deathworlders#humans are space australians#humans are space oddities#lovecrafian#fiction#short story#story#I'm not gonna tease and slow burn this#I suggested Cthulu exists in this verse so gotta advance that#how is this gonna work? dunno#I should probably read Lovecrafts works huh#cuz right now i'm just improving eldritch beings#also just casually dooming a moon to a pointless death#carionto
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wait so what else is up with awoken amethyst besides the reflection thing
oh boy oh boy oh boy do I have an essay for you! it's mostly irl nerd stuff, but!!
Awoken amethyst is nothing like amethyst from Earth! Actual amethyst is almost always purple [but can have blue as a secondary hue], usually has color zoning and belongs to the hexagonal crystal family. Awoken amethyst is blue, has no color zoning, and has a pentagonal structure [which doesn't occur naturally]. Also, a lot of it hums and glows!
It is so unlike actual amethyst that it has been compared to a variety of other gems/minerals, including azurite, fluorite, tanzanite, sodalite/lapis lazuli and agate. So far, the Oracle Engine seems to be the main exception:
"But some of it looks purple. Why is that?" Good question! From what I've seen, it comes down to lighting and backlighting. In the Confluence and Blind Well, Awoken amethyst looks purple in the shadows but is blue when you step back. In The Corrupted strike and seasonal areas like the Coil, it's the opposite - it's purple from afar yet blue up close. The Last Wish raid shows it in purple backlighting at first, before giving way to its true color (blue).
Something something "nothing is as it seems," I suppose.
There is one more exception besides the Oracle Engine, however. And I think it's an interesting one. At the very back of Harbinger's Seclude, by the statue of the first Awoken queen Alis Li, the arches are clearly purple and resemble polished irl amethyst. What does it mean? I have no idea, I'm not a lore expert. But I wouldn't be surprised if it did mean something.
Other than that, I only know the standard lore stuff about Awoken amethyst. It's a symbol of Awoken royalty, it can be created thru Awoken favor, Techeuns use it to enhance their powers, it was once given as diplomatic gifts to Eliksni, so on and so forth. And yes, Mara did wish for the Dreaming City to be built out of amethyst.
Being a rockhound and aspiring mineralogist [and Awoken lore enthusiast], I'm always on the lookout for amethyst-related lore, but this is all I've got at the moment lol. Also I don't know if I actually answered your question but thank you for the Ask!!
Here is a screenshot of my Hunter as a token of my appreciation:
#don't get me started on the crystals in Grasp of Avarice haha#I know even less about them but I want to take them home with me#also I wish I was a lore expert but I'm not smart enough to catch all the details#so I leave that to people like Byf and Myelin and thefirstknife#but yeah!! Awoken amethyst is awesome!!#destiny the game#destiny awoken#destiny lore
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Another Frustration with the Series (Spoiler Alert for Blood and Fire and House of the Dragon)
Me after see the episode
Alert spoil
I watched the new episode. Maybe I'm a masochist, but honestly, I didn't like it at all. This is just my personal opinion. Iâm probably not going to be thrilled with what I have to say about the Blacks and the Greens.
Let's start with the death of Rhaenys. In the book, she is totally badass from beginning to end. Even more so at her death: I mean, she saw Aegon and Aemond charging at her with their two dragons, including Vhagar. Itâs clearly stated that she had a chance against Vhagar (in my opinion, she would have beaten him one-on-one since she has a lot of combat experienceâjust look at Aemond getting beaten by Daemon and Caraxes. As for Aegon and his dragon, she would have made short work of him). But instead of retreating, knowing it would probably be her end, she decides to engage in battle. She dies a warriorâs death, fitting for her life. Here, she is taken by surprise by Aemond... I mean, the trap was there to catch the two dragonriders from the Green camp from the start, the Blacks fell into it, but from the beginning of the confrontation, it was Rhaenys against Aegon and Aemond at the same time. The series did not respect the book's Rhaenys, who is a thousand times better in my eyes.
Similarly, Aemond could usurp his nephews and seemed in the book not to care about his sister Helaena (just like Aegon). He would have said that the crown suited him better, but he never tried to usurp Aegon (one of the few positive points because frankly, I don't understand the whitewashing of AemondâGRR Martin deliberately made him resemble Maegor without any strategy, and Maegor was less worse in his usurpation of the throne because Visenya brought him not out of ambition but to fight the militant faith that was rampant everywhere; seriously, Aemond would be the equivalent of Gregor Clegane with a little more intelligence, although very gullible if he possessed a dragon).
The rise of Cole as Hand of the King. Iâve talked about him many times. This guy is Littlefinger if he were less clever and more acclaimed (he is a deliberate contrast to characters like Jaime Lannister and Sandor Clegane, who are more hated in Westeros but more honorable than him). The series overlooks what he did first as Hand of the King. He put all of Rhaenyra's supporters in the dungeons to the sword (he directly told them to choose between submitting to Aegon II or dyingâmost chose to die). Moreover, the writers make him seem more competent than he is (he is slightly more intelligent than Aemond but not by much). Yes, he practices scorched earth, won a Pyrrhic victory, and tried to rule by terror. But GRR Martin made it clear that an enemy might seem more powerful and oppress the smallfolk, but he can have people stand up to him precisely because of that terror (see the example of Tywin Lannister who is beaten militarily and even when he kills Robb, the fights continue subtly in the book). Here, I feel like the show presents him as competent.
Letâs not talk about Otto Hightower. It's not a question of saying he ruled wiselyâI mean, he inherited a stable policy under Jaehaerys (although I don't like that character at all), didnât care about the Stepstones, and let the Triarchy take it, which is a crucial route for Westeros' trade. Not very brilliant, not to mention that the Greens stole the royal treasury and spread it out in several places, causing the smallfolk to suffer, and Rhaenyra found nothing when she arrived at King's Landing and had to raise taxes.
Alicent Hightower... Honestly, I still don't understand her connection with Cole in the show. Cole only cares about power and not Alicent (in my opinion), and Alicent is Cersei with ambition, knowing that itâs better not to have adulterous relations unlike Cersei. Nevertheless, I don't like book Alicent much for trying to shame a 12-year-old Rhaenyra regarding Cole (when she wonders who will protect Rhaenyra from Cole), while if there was any ambiguous behavior, it was from Cole who is an adult and acted creepily. Honestly, Viserys was a horrible father for tolerating a Cole when any father would have at least kicked him out and let that slide.
Moving on to the Blacks, even though there are characters I really like (like Baela and Rhaenaâthank you very much, show, for not showing them well), Jacaerys (who shows that diplomacy is better than force since itâs mainly the Starks who turned the tide), Rhaenys, and even Corlys... Even if the Greens initiated the first thing that can be blamed like the usurpation of the throne by ambition, stealing the royal treasury, and that Aegon II was a horrible king and unleashed dragons on the smallfolk... The Blacks also had things to reproach themselves for, like the murder of Aegon II and Helaena's eldest son in response to the gratuitous murder of Lucerys. Even if the murder (deliberate, sorry show, I don't accept it) of Lucerys was horrible, they also inflicted this death on an innocent in front of their motherâs eyes. Even though Daemon wasnât a Tytos 2.0, unlike his brother, he was competent in wars or with the Goldcloaks, and he was rightly annoyed with Otto, there was a caprice and cruelty in him (certainly not as much as Aemond or Tywin) that did not fit a consort king (plus his horrible phrase about the heir for a day).
As for Rhaenyra, even though in some aspects she is tragic and I wonât blame her for her mistakes in trusting a creepy Cole as a teenager (in my eyes, she is a victim here, so we donât blame the victim), there are things that clearly indicate she was destined to be a bad queen from the start. It's not that she had bastard children because Laenor couldnât have given her children as he was very gay, and she respected that, plus she was forced into this marriage by her father Viserys (and after all, Catherine II had illegitimate children as her husband was apparently incapable of giving her any, and one of them reigned). It could have worked with great political intelligence, but she took it for granted that she was going to be queen (even though I don't understand why the series says she left the castle and settled at Dragonstone when she was more or less forced to leave) when her stepmother Rhaenys was the living example that being accepted as queen would be difficult. At the start, she was ready to handle the Hightowers with care but refused to renounce her rights (and she was right). She tried to use soft power until Aemond deliberately killed Lucerys. But there is no trace of her condemning the murder of the son of Aegon and Helaena . As the tragedies unfolded, she became increasingly paranoid and alienated even her allies. I understand that she had to raise taxes because of the Greensâ theft of the royal treasury, but she lived a lavish lifestyle. Even if Rhaenyra was, in my eyes, lesser compared to Aegon II among the Greens, as Kelsey L. Hayes so well said, the tragedy is that neither side proved worthy of the crown. The main victim was the smallfolk. Incidentally, I didn't understand the propaganda saying that Maegor is Rhaenyra because if that were true, she would have thrown Cole to a dragon, maybe even other Hightowers, and massacred all of King's Landing at the slightest protest (and if Tywin or Maegor were actually in Daemon and Rhaenyra's place from the start, they would have ordered the murder of all the Hightowers to the last, including infantsâjust look at the murder of Elia Martell and her children to be convinced, as Tywin acted both opportunistically and to take revenge on poor Elia who simply had the "fault" of marrying Rhaegar instead of Cersei).
And frankly, I was happy when Cregan Stark arrived, came to restore order, and scolded both sides. Thatâs why he is in my top 20 favorite characters.
In short, why this long message? Because none of the tragedy so well done by GRR Martin is conveyed in the show, there is too much whitewashing of some characters, and characters inconsistent with the plot (Mysaria, Alicent, etc.). Unlike the producers of Game of Thrones (who made bad scripts and destroyed or erased very good characters), the writers of House of the Dragon have no excuse as they know the ending. When I learned there was a prequel, I was happy because I thought I would reconnect with the spirit of Game of Thrones before it went off the rails. Huge disappointment. I don't think I will continue watching this series. It's sad but I don't want to make another facepalm by watching this show XD
Once again, just my opinion :)
#blood and fire#house of the dragon#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#grr martin#game of thrones#the blacks#the greens#targaryens#aemond targaryen#helena targaryen#aegon II#otto hightower#daemon targaryen#cristole cole#viserys targaryen#rhaenys targaryen#rhaenys the queen who never was
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đ¤Chapter -2đ¤. â ď¸ Angst. Lots of itâ ď¸
Cheating Hobie Brown x Robotic-Spider FEMreader
Summary: A spider has bit you, The spider slowly absorbing your life. In a last feeble attempt to survive you harbor your life in a heartless android body.
Time Tumble: The Problem to an end.
You remember it so clearly, your brain was slowly rotting at the scenes that replayed. The girl, That girl who he'd had his eyes on every damn second the band was together. She was a new bandmate from "his" realm.
How could you be so blind? Of course he wanted someone he could see all the time. Of course he wanted someone he could feel the warmth in, Feel loved in, Feel pain in. She had everything you've always wanted.
"A heart." A pulse is what you wanted, you wanted to be human again. You wanted everything he wanted. You wanted to feel special.
You thought nothing of her, delusions pushing the thought past with such a low tendency.
Oh how you felt so repulsive, lying to yourself just to try and stay with something that could never love you. You hate him of course you do, but that hate was always filled with love, disgust and anger.
You were angry that he lied to you, disgusted at the fact that he could've broken up with you. Why do you still love him? Why do you still hold on to a string that was bound to snap? You'd laugh at the thought, it was funny, Terrifyingly pushing an unstable reaction from you.
Your insanity was splitting, You'd quit the HQ just to feel the utter spite of not seeing "his" face. His figure was burned into your skull, often making you cry out for him. You knew he couldn't hear you anyway, slowly dying while he webbed another persons heart.
In the end you cut everyone he knew off, Sure they could just come to your dimension. Why not play a game of hide and seek? Your life felt like a board of chess, The ground under you not making a single sound of noise once you'd completely fallen from planet earth.
The city you lived in became utter destruction. You just watched, the motivation of being an alternate spider-person fading away from your mind. You sometimes forget you were the culprit for the city falling into disrepair.
The bags under your eyes resemble nothing but darkness. You still felt cold, pitiful on how one man could make you fall apart so easily. The joy you felt had deafened, your heart bleeding the blackest of blood.
You wanted revenge, wanting him to reap what he sowed. You know he probably didn't care, neither did you. Not anymore at least. You hate everything that falls into your hands, only for it to fuck you over in the end.
You were nothing but a tool for the spider society, It was their fault. If they didn't recruit you, you would've never met him. You would never have met his friends, His kind of species.
I was never meant to fit in, I was never meant to even be here.
"What was I made for?"
Part 1
Don't look at me like that. I'm depressed atm.
#hobie brown#hobart brown#hobie my beloved#hobie x reader#hobie x you#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x fem!reader#hobie x y/n#hobie#hobie brown angst#atsv angst#angst#heavy angst#angst bomb#astv hobie#hobie atsv#atsv hobie#hobbie brown#hobart brown x reader#hobie brown atsv#hobie brown drabble#hobie brown fanfiction#hobie brown fic#hobie brown imagine#hobie brown my beloved#hobie brown x black reader#hobie brown x you#hobie brown smut#hobie spiderverse#hobiebrown
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rolling with the idea that every one of john winchester's kids are fated vessels for the archangels, i would like to propose adam being raphael's vessel.
based on true religion, raphael is an angel of healing and protection. his name means "god has healed", and he is the patron saint of medical workers. he is rooted in health and healing, and so is adam. beyond the obvious connection of raphael being a patron saint of medical workers and adam wanting to become a doctor, adam to his core is a healer. he healed himself; a human who has the strength to survive being locked in a cage in hell for 1200 years is not one who rests in self-destruction. he also healed michael. not physically, but mentally. an archangel like michael, who for his whole life has had immeasurable amount of control over heaven and earth, being locked away for millennia with absolutely nothing to do is bound to break mentally. and you could argue michael did in some ways, but in no ways specifically negative. adam kept michael sane, grounded, in the cage by his presence alone. they clearly communicated in the cage, as they came to an "agreement" about who can control their body, and i think the humanity adam brought into the cage is what kept michael from cracking, whether intentional or not.
also, in regard to the "protection" that raphael reins over, adam seems to resemble this. while we get few canonical goals and traits for adam, one is that he cares and is protective of his mother. he wants to become a doctor to pay back and care for his mom just like she did him. he hates his dad, john winchester, not just because of what john did to him, but for how john treated his mother. adam even shows some protection over michael when he takes over the body in 15x08 when michael starts becoming erratic and angry. he tells the winchesters to "give it a rest" when they upset michael, and while he phrases it in a way that seems to protect the winchesters from michael, i think the opposite is true as well. adam doesn't want michael lashing out for his own benefit and safety as much as for the winchesters.
and in a more canon sense, raphael's devotion to michael is representative to adam's. while never explicitly said, raphael stayed with michael in heaven even when raphael ceased to have faith in their father. he believed in his brother even when he didn't believe in his goal. adam treats michael a similar way. itâs clear in 15x08 that michael and adam have talked about michaelâs father a few times before, judging by adamâs exasperation and the lack of overall anger michael expresses towards adam's opinions about god (while yes michael shows anger, he's an archangel. if michael was truly that angry adam would not be able to express his opinion like that). adam is willing to stand by michael's side, defend him, heal him, be "his guide", even though he doesn't believe in the same goals as michael. adam is devoted to michael, much like raphael was, not because of michael's endgame or unchecked loyalty, but simply because he is michael. he's someone they both love.
and one thing less michael-related and more in line with how sam, dean, and adam are all fated vessels for lucifer, michael, and raphael. in relation to their father, dean, like michael, was devoted to his dad. unending loyalty and a willingness to look over any mistake. they both are lost without their fathers, for better or for worse. sam, like lucifer, once had faith in his dad. there was a time for both of them where they were just as devoted to their fathers as their brothers were, but they both lost it along the way. they both started questioning their dads and opening themselves up to new viewpoints that directly disobeyed their dads' wishes. and in doing so, they both were disowned. adam, like raphael, was an easily forgettable child. they both were never the main focus of their fathers' plans, and because of this they both lost faith in their dads. maybe they didn't completely despise their fathers, but they had no reason to really care for them.
this topic also opens up a can of worms. does michael see raphael in adam? is that why he was more accepting towards him in the cage then he would've been towards most other humans, especially sam or dean? did he find normality in adam in the early days of the cage because of how his soul seemed to resemble his brother's?
#i love long posts#sorry this is so long#now the question is whos gabriel#gabriel might just be an enigma tbh no one can outdo him#i love you adam milligan#adam milligan#adam spn#michael spn#michael supernatural#midam#raphael supernatural#supernatural#spn
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