#but is he actually alive that's the question

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Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fresh tears were overflowing down your cheeks. Your eyes were wide. You stumbled off and away from the bed. Jinu rose slowly. His large palm delicately covered the harsh sting that you gave him on the delicately perfect sharpness of his cheek.

You weren't afraid. You were shocked at yourself for doing such a thing. But at the same time, you couldn't willfully bring yourself to care. Jinu had it coming. Just...you hadn't realized how much you had not moved on from your boyfriend yet. A single crass mention of his death and...you lost it.

In your head, it was as if he had just left you. A seperation. Like he'd come back someday. You couldn't face the fact that he was actually gone. Forever. You refused to come to terms with it. A love like that couldn't just end. What you had couldn't just be cut off like that, by a mere car driving over the speed limit.

When the dark-haired beauty of a man looked back at you again, his eyes were no longer dark. They were molten gold and shone with a fever-bright light.

"Fuck, that's hot." He licked his lips. You'd hit him so hard, there was a burst in his bottom lip. It regenerated rapidly before your very eyes.

You jolted like a frightened cat and scrambled backwards.

Well shit, you had no idea of what you'd done last night...but this, this was a means to sue for certain.

The boys leaned back against the headboard to watch. Abby, despite the smile on his face, pinched his nosebridge.

"Jinu, you're spooking the poor girl."

Jinu hadn't even realized that you had just bitch slapped him and he found it unbelievably hot when no other human in your place would be alive.

Infact, he found it so endearing that he was going mad. His face heating up, a smile growing, "Why haven't I killed you yet." It was muttered under his breath and you gulped.

"Murder is illegal and like I said, you just can't get away wi--"

He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours.

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Days passed, then weeks. You had been working from home. No one from work questioned you about your absence. Probably due to the passing of your lover. You smiled wryly to yourself.

Everyone you knew had known you were together. The pitiful looks you had gotten after his passing were insanely uncomfortable.

The Saja boys were...handfuls. To say in the least. The first time they had come back from a concert, they had crowded you with hugs and kisses and forced you in their huge ass couch to watch a movie with them. When you questioned them, the reply was something akin to 'we need to charge, hun.'

The next few times they had come back from a gig or an interview or fan meet, you had tried hiding. You didn't want them on you. Turned out; They fucking loved the hunt. Picture yourself, wailing as they carried you back to the sitting room. Squealing for hours as they kissed you deep and hard as punishment for 'trying to hide from your men'. Before proceeding to cuddle with your exhausted form innocently, like the first time.

Well, you're not trying that out again.

As of now, you were on sort of a probationary period. You agreed not to try escape or contact the authorities, they agreed to give you your laptop and phone and everything that you'd ever want.

But they still refused to stop bothering you. And as much as you tried to get over it, to ignore it or accept it or something, it was getting to you.

For example, in this particular moment where you were locked in. Your work was done for the day, but you couldn't help yourself and started another project. It was going well until Beni decides to climb in behind you and slip you onto his lap.

"When are you finished?? Are you finished yet?"

"[Y/N]. [Y/N]....[Y/NNNNN]...."

Do not engage. You sucked in a breath. It would be okay if you could even upset them somehow. But everything you did just seemed to rile them up like crazy. In a different sort of way from anger.

"You gave Romance attention today, but none to meeeee..." Yeah, attention in the form of a sharp slap on the hand because the pinkette wouldn't stop comparing your footsize to his, which was near double yours.

Too bad for you, Baby, by now, knew exactly how to elicit a reaction from you, "This... Hangyeol of yours. Was he super handsome? As much as us?"

You sat up straight. And turned to look at Beni. You knew this was a ploy for your attention. You knew he didnt actually care, but still. When it came to him you couldn't stop yourself, "Only the most handsome. He could have become an idol. Just like you lot. But he said he'd rather the normal life." You couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"But we're super loyal to you even of we have a lot of fans!! Doesn't that make us better??" Beni was desperate for a sliver of you approval. Even a crumb. On TV he was the proud, spoilt and utterly savage maknae. With you? He was true to his name; a needy, overgrown fucking baby.

Malak cut in, walking in, "That's true though." He muttered in that quiet but delicious voice of his. Roman walked in afterwards, adding in, "Yeah, watch this."

He switched on the TV and searched up their recent interview.

'So, Saja Boys~ Recently, there have been rumors of you having relations to our Huntrix girls!! Do you support these allegations??'

You watched as the Saja boys on the screen froze. Their smiles fell, morphing into expression of pure annoyance and indifference.

"We do not support these rumors whatsoever." Jinu was the first to speak, voice not so light and happy as usual. The interviewer flinched a little but still carried that plastic-pleasant smile on her face.

"We're only a debut group and have no connection whatsoever to our sunbaes." Abby was pausing between each word as if trying not to say anything overtly offensive.

"There's someone we already really like." Malak rasped coolly, leaning back in his seat as if he hadn't just spoken ground-breaking news to all of their fans. Unapologetically.

The crowd went absoulutely crazy. You flinched at the volume of the cheers. You had imagined as much, though. Such news of an entire boyband liking one person? And it was also delivered by that boybands most silent, mysterious dude.

You stood up, but was yanked right back. You squeaked. Abby's absoulutely huge biceps around your throat, engulfing your face and literally suffocating you. You could never get used to it no matter how many times they smothered you.

You were still afraid of him in particular. You kicked your legs, trying to flail your way out of this. He chuckled as if dealing with a hissy kitten, effortlessly locking you in. A nasty lick up your small, chubby cheek made you shriek.

"Look what we did for you, darling~ Shouldn't you take responsibility?"

"You chose to d-do that-- s'not my respo--"

Romance's eyes were crazy as he grabbed you abruptly and pressed his lips to yours. Hard.

Jinu walked in and got straight to the point, silencing your anguished squeaks.

"We'll make you a deal, [Y/N]. You're the lead manager of STU Tech, correct?"

You tried to ignore the fact that you were in Romances lap right now and he was pressing kisses up your inner wrist, instead focusing on Jinu in a glare.

"I'm not making deal with the likes of-"

"We'll let you go on one condition."

Suddenly, by magic, you were all ears.

"Drop your tech job. Become our full-time manager."

You flinched as if burned, "No."

"The pay is way better." Baby remarked, smoothening out your hair for you.

"No."

"But whyy!? You get free merch!" Romance whined pitifully.

"And free sketches of my abs!!" Abby added unhelpfully too.

"No."

Jinu shrugged, "Then I guess you'll just be stuck here with us for all eternity.

That thought burst you out of your denial, "No-- Wait!"

He turned back around and sat on the teatable. Legs spread, cheek in his palm, elbow propped up on his thigh. "Then what is it that you choose?"

Abbott licked his lips at your evident internal turmoil, tight arm muscles twitching as he twirled a strand of your hair. Whilst you blatantly tried to lean away.

"I'll-- I'll work as the manager. But you have to return all my legal files!!"

Jinu clicked his fingers. A stack of papers, labelled clearly in a folder materialized in thin air and dropped into your lap. Your ID rested on top.

You tried not to show how spooked you were by their powers but ultimately failed as your hand hovered above the card hesitantly.

Baby gave a small, mean chuckle. You immediately glared at him and snatched it up.

"Fine then. I guess I....work for you now." Your voice went high pitched and soft-like at the end of the scentence. Because you knew it was going to be anything but easy. And nothing close to what you were used to.

"It'll be easier than your tech job. Less numbers. More... interaction." Romance whispered the last bit in your ear, giving you a tentative little squeeze. The hairs on your neck all stood up, you went rigid.

You'd learnt something over the past week or two. It was that they knew how to move in sync. It could drive you crazy sometimes.

Like now where Romance had his arms locked around you. And while Beni stroked your cheek with pastel painted fingers to make you look at him, Abby leaned in from the other side and planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Cute," The violet haired man breathed as you screeched in distress, rubbing furiously at your cheek.

"Whatever!! I'll do whatever I need to-- let me pack my stuff and get outta here!"

Romance released his hands and watched as you stumbled out of their embrace, turning back to regard them cautiously with those lovely eyes before rushing up to your room.

"I think we're becoming addicted," He sighed. And for once, he was right. Even Mystery gave a subtle grunt of agreement.

"If only she wouldn't- like- run her hand through her hair like that." The pink haired man helplessly sighed again.

"Wish she'd stop with those witty comebacks. Just using that sexy brain of hers in general. Its hard to hold myself back sometimes." Abby leaned back and draped an arm over the back of the couch.

Baby fist-bumped him, "I feel ya brother."

"She's so small. And warm. And smells good, too." Mystery rasped. He had a lolipop in his mouth. Everytime he'd try touch you or confine you to his lap you'd give him one and try exchange it while you got away. It was a poor substitute for your proximity but it would have to do for now.

Mystery behaved all beast-like but he wasn't stupid. As soon as you signed that contract to work in their company, you wouldn't be able to get away. In the human world, contracts with an entertainment company were like slave contracts. Until the prolonged period of employment was over, you wouldn't be leaving.

And by god, would they make that period long. You wouldn't be able to escape by any means.

When you got up to your room, Abby was already in your guest bed. You backed up. He clicked his fingers and the door slammed shut behind you. Not taking your eyes off of him, you threw yourself at the door, twisting and yanking the handle desperately, trying to open it.

He tried to reassure you just a beat too late for it to be considered genuine. And he knew it, "Hey, hey calm down. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Just here ta...help you pack." He watched you, eyes flashing, "Since you're so damn desperate to get out of here."

"What do you expect!?? You're strangers who trapped me here for no reason..."

"No reason-- are you still denying it??" He sat up and groaned, throwing his head back. It accentuated his jawline. You looked away.

"Denying what."

"That we like you."

You flinched. Lately you'd gotten used to the five of them saying that to you over and over. Whispering words of love and reverence in your ear. Driving you insane. But when it was declared loud and proud like that, you couldn't shut it out as always.

"Wait-- that still doesn't mean you can hold me in captivity here."

"It can for us. We're demons. Do you know how much more deeply we feel emotions than humans do? We haven't felt anything akin to this in centuries. It hit us hard, darling. You hit us hard." He wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Imagine; centuries of misery and obedience and shame. And suddenly you walk past and shake up all their worlds like this. Without even meaning to.

You opened your mouth to answer, but for once, you didn't have any words. It was just as well, because the door swung open the next second.

"We're helping you pack!" Roman announced, marching in with Malak and Beni behind him.

He plopped down on your bed like he owned the place-- well-- he did. Baby grabbed your pillow and pressed his face into it.

An audible inhale could be heard. You turn to see Mystery with one of your panties in his fist. Sniffing shamelessly, then pouting, wounded as he realized that it was completely clean.

You shrieked in rage and lunged at him. Like one of those sticky weeds, you got his hands off your undergarment, but then he'd latched onto you instead. And by god was his grip that much tighter on you, the real thing. Without the effort, as usual, he pulled you down onto his thighs

He put his face to your neck and sniffed. Then kissed it. You sucked in sharply. This should be over soon. But then he kept going down. And soon, the crazy shit was trying to duck his head between your thighs.

The rest were watching as you squealed in anguish, twisting and cursing like a trooper. Your small hand clenching Malak's hair and yanking it back desperately. With his hair pulled back, you could see the way his eyebrows were furrowed, the morbid concentration in those pretty eyes as he completely focused in on your crotch. Trying to get to it one way or another.

"Hey buddy, calm downnn--" Romance laid a hand on Mystery's shoulder, but he had this grin of approval on his face that belied his actions, the stupid fucker.

Malak snapped at him. No actually, Roman pulled his hand away in time to not get it bitten off.

"See? This is what you get for denying our feelings for you." Abby taunted

"Wait she's still denying them?" Romance, faced him with a raised brow.

"Fuck that, she doesn't even believe them!" The purple head replied, flared eyebrows raised in an expression of equal disbelief and annoyance.

"Shut the fuck up and help me!!" You squeaked. Your arms were hurting from all the pulling and yet you hadn't yanked a single micro-hair from Malak's head. Inhumane hair as well?? Damn unfair.

You were on your back now. And Mystery was nuzzling your calves, still trying to get a taste of the feast between your legs. If only you'd just let him, he'd make you feel soooo good--

"This should be fun." Beni mused to himself.

"I'll-- I'll give you something else-!! So please-- Ah fuck, you psychotic shit!!" You voice had reached a fever pitch by the end of the scentence because you could feel that ghost of breath on your sensitive inner thighs. Malak hadn't even paused to listen to you.

Just the sound of your voice talking to him riled him up enough to try harder, pulling forward like a dog on a leash, pretty lips open and almost panting--

"Aww, don't be mad at him, he just wants to have you close~" Abby purred, stretching again. The last surviving button of his shirt popped open, flashing you.

"Stop justifying it!!", You screeched, unable to withhold yourself.

"Lucky fucker, he gets away with it cus his brain is muddled," Baby mumbled begrudgingly.

That hit you. Were you that much of a pushover?? I mean, look what was happening to you right now. But there was the side of it where the offenders were literally these demons with actual POWERS who were worshipped like literal gods by their fans.

You weren't dumb. They'd made such a perfect, happy-looking persona to the public, even the police wouldn't believe what you were telling them. If you imagined it, it would appear as if a die-hard fan was deluded by her own fantasies.

You didn't want Mystery to get away with this. But what consequences would he have to pay? Nothing. 'Cus you're too weak to even get any revenge. If you kicked, he caught your ankles and pressed kisses to them like you'd given him a gift. You were only so far from going completely feral and biting his neck out.

But fuck that, you didn't even need revenge. You weren't that pathetic. You just wanted to get away. You wanted peace.

He withdrew himself now. You imagined because he'd given some thought to what you said. You start your offers, "Ten lolipops--", He grabbed your thigh again, "No-- wait wait wait!!" He paused, waiting for your improved offer.

Helpless, you turn to Romance, "What does he like?"

Roman leaned back, regarding you with that cocky-male-satisfied smirk because you refused to ever turn to him for help.

"Malak, if you stop, Harshi will give you kisses whenever ya want however ya want for the rest of the week."

Malak withdrew himself immediately. But he still caught the hand in his hair, nuzzling into it.

It took you a few beats to register the offer made in your stead. It was a Monday, "What!!?"

The pinkette man laughed at your bulging eyes. "What do you mean, 'What' ? You asked me what he likes. He likes you. We all do. And, the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you."

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[mintmatcha]

Okay but is Beau's dad still alive & just roaming around in the woods somewhere? Or did they have to "put him down"? Is Beau's mom a werewolf too? What happened to her? Does that whole fear of becoming an animal himself/what happened to his dad contribute to his sensitivity around having to put down animals on his farm?

A dish slams into the floor, shattering across the hardwood in a brilliant spray of porcelain. It's Beaumont's sign to grab his bowl from the counter and slip on his muck boots before heading to the porch. His feet almost slide out with every step - Ma got them big so he could grow into them, but the constant chaff of the back of his heels burned- but it's better than staying inside to witness the ensuing fight.

"That was my grandmother's." His mother's voice wails as he makes his way down to the barn. His horse (Really, his father's horse, this pony too short and lean for a grown man. She's old, mean, and bucks so high that Beau constantly thinks she's going to be the death of him.) huffs and paws at his presence, waiting for her morning meal. He munches a bit of his own breakfast as he scoops of her grain, adding a sprinkle of alfalfa on top. Not that she appreciates it; her ears still stick straight back as he plops it into her stall.

"Ungrateful," Beau's father grumbles from across the way. It's loud enough to echo across the barn-- maybe even to his uncle's place across the way. "You hear that? You're real ungrateful."

"You've been tom-catting all over town," his mother calls back. "Glitter on them jeans like you could actually use that thing."

The string of obscenities that come out of his father's mouth would make the devil blush. Beaumont stares wide eyed into his cereal and tries to pretend he's anywhere but in this damp old barn, but Angel's trying to rip a hole into his sleeve. He steps away just in time to avoid the mare's teeth, only to step into the line of his father's ire. The man stands there, huffing, sucking down a cigarette until it's nothing but filter.

"Beaumont, if you're anything like me-" He's fishing in his pocket for a lighter. "Don't fuck the first pretty thing that walks into your life."

The idea of his mother under his father makes Beau's stomach hurt in a way he doesn't understand. The last half of breakfast no longer seems edible.

"Come on, boy. Chores ain't gonna do themselves." His father already has another American Spirit between his teeth. "Get it done before we gotta help your uncle with the cattle."

"I'm still in my 'jamas."

The man curls his lip.

"Did I ask a fuckin' question?" he jerks his chin towards the stalls. "Get going before you get got."

Beaumont has enough bruises to know he means it.

.

Beau's hip aches when rain gets near. The pins ache under the pressure of a rolling storm and whine in the sway of the saddle. Really, he should be heading back home and showering before you head over for dinner, but there's hard work to be done. The woods get thick enough that his horse hesitates before continuing, but she doesn't fret or fuss. Unlike Angel, Cinnamon is a sweet thing, no bite or buck in her, even as he leads her into danger.

The smell grows heavy. It's rank with unwashed hormones and oils, heady and awful like a bear with a mouth full of rotten salmon, but Beau thinks the worst part is that the old man still smells like those damn American Spirits.

"Hey, old man. Know you're out there."

The figure stalks in the shadows, silver hair long eaten by mange. Drool drips from his open maw, tracing the ground behind him as the monster himself circles closer. Beau's hand rests on his shotgun, waiting for the jump that never comes.

"You can't be hangin' this close to the property," he calls out. "Get going before you get got."

There's a moment where he thinks his father is truly gone, where the words are not longer reaching him, but today isn't that day. The creature stalks off, growling until the sounds stops.

It's a shame, really, Beau thinks. That he doesn't like the old man enough to put him down for good. Shame that he loves the guy at all.

[dreadark]

wiege vs karma... hyuna's hope for humanity vs mizi's complete hopelessness

if the question is, what's the point of alien stage, this is probably the answer

we know hyuna rivals luka in singing talent, but she still lost to some nobody in season 49, likely because she couldn't bring herself to be responsible for someone's death and then the moment she escapes she tries dragging herself right back into anakt garden to save others, even when she's missing a leg

her selfless love for humanity is a constant

this is why she couldn't stop loving luka too, despite how much he hurt her she just always sees the best in people... even if this comes at a cost to herself

meanwhile mizi... well she said it plainly

since most of the suffering she saw was caused by other humans, and she was treated well by the segyein (in her view, anyway...) she can't imagine a happy ending even in freedom

after all she was the one who killed sua by not stopping her sacrifice, another rebel killed hyuna (who she made run after her) and then she failed to rescue till ...it's a lot of her projecting her own self-hatred

(which brings to mind what hyuna says at the end of wiege... though it's directed at luka, with mizi's dialogue in karma being directed at hyuna... needing to forgive yourself seems to be a point here. to live with love you have to accept your own worst moments. and she can't do that)

and then outside herself

with everyone she cared for dead, she has no reason to even pretend to care about humanity

that's her last dialogue in the last episode of alien stage, so is that the point of it all?

...well, no. obviously. since till didn't actually die and it's that which finally gives mizi a sliver of hope too

she's completely ready to let herself die in the fire she caused until she hears till's heartbeat which means someone she cares about is still alive—that she isn't someone who can only crush others. so instead she disappears

wherever she ended up is a mystery, but...

it seems she finally forgave herself then

and of course, there's till himself if humanity was doomed, we definitely wouldn't have seen till live and finally become a proper rebel considering till is the one we see suffer the most at the hands of the segyein too... (honestly surprised a vivinos work ends this hopefully??)

the irony of these two opposing viewpoints is that what mizi did might have actually saved more people in the end...?

the rocket the rebels launched was, as far as I can tell, just full of cds. since that was jacob's dream to begin with

remember, earth was destroyed (you can see that in this image too) so it's not as if they could escape there the third image is an obvious reference to the voyager golden records (a time capsule) but since ALNST is themed around music it's probably literal cds of music. which serve the same purpose here

it's purely just a symbol of hope. not to say hope isn't important, but the rocket itself...

though what mizi said about hyuna was just her lashing out (if hyuna's actions were pointless, then losing her doesn't hurt as much, right?) what she said isn't entirely wrong, either

You were running away from the very beginning Not once did you face your real feelings Did clinging to some noble cause or sense of justice ever really fix anything?

sure it's a noble cause, but what is this accomplishing, actually?

hyuna is so "selfless" she ignores her own feelings about luka and hyunwoo, until her death. though she does believe in the rebellion unlike mizi, she is still using it as an escape

and remember, hyuna prioritized this mission over trying to rescue till (or luka for that matter)

I doubt she wanted to initially (as we see at the end of round 6, something clearly went wrong. can't imagine mizi tagging along if she wasn't going to save her friends either) and maybe it was just too risky to break directly into the final round of ALNST after that but the end result is that she chose "humanity" in general over another (selfish?) rescue mission

even if we assume the rebels had some plan to get out despite showing up on the main stage of like the most televised event in segyein society (...) there's till no way he would've been able to survive if not for what mizi did

and now he's the one who embodies humanity's hope!

carrying hyuna's legacy, but was saved by mizi (and mizi was saved by sua in the first place, and till was only able to get to round 7 because of ivan... neither were saved by any noble cause but just selfish love. and "love" like this is what defines humanity...)

though this didn't change the status quo humans being enslaved by segyein (obviously) it seems like the disaster mizi caused put an end to ALNST at least. now all that's left of it is the controversial "alnst museum" (which till is about to destroy anyway)

this certainly wasn't any kind of plan from her end. mizi just wanted to tear everything down no matter who died with her (some kids in the audience probably did die tbf) but somehow this was the outcome

...basically, it's mizi's selfishness that proves hyuna’s hope for humanity right. don't lose hope but don't lose yourself either

because if even this "witch" can save someone, that must mean humanity has a chance too

[aakaneeee]

honestly, I doubt this

ive talked about this before in the comments of a post on the alnst community, but I'll bring back my reasoning:

1 Medically, its hard to believe that the poster Luka is a clone: because of his fingers.

As shown in All-In, his purple fingers appeared after the fight with Hyun Woo, presumably physical extertion, he wasn't born with them. According to canon, they may be a consequence of his congenital heart disease (that I will use the notation CHD for from now on), due to blood not getting to the heart properly = impaired peripheral circulation, or, the fan-made theory, Raynaud's phenomenon/syndrome, which also brings the symptom mentioned earlier. "But Akane, these can both be genetic!" Yes, but considering that his purple fingers appeared presumably way after his birth, the chances of getting a baby with the exact same characteristic is, in my opinion, quite small. In fact, small enough that I don't think the aliens would care to try again and again. Even so, I'm not an expert in cloning (obviously), but considering my medical knowledge, CHD doesn't always get transmitted from parent to child, and often needs exterior "help" to form (chromosome abnormalities, environmental factors, mom's habits, etc), and from what i know, Luka doesn't carry his clones (who knows?) and again, what I was saying, i don't think the aliens would care enough about Luka's purple fingers to try again and again and again to get the perfect "combination" of Luka.

2 Chronologically speaking, it doesn't make sense.

According to Wiege, all the clones were about the same age as Luka before he killed them all. In this Universe, it seems cloning and genetical engineering is common, but the acceleration of growth doesn't appear to be possible (but I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out to be possible, since we have something in that direction nowadays with meat chickens, but of course, said animals have many severe health problems and a heavily reduced lifespan). I doubt that in 7 years they could have gotten a perfectly grown clone with purple fingers and the same performing abilities. Plus, the clone would've likely been different from og Luka, since only between 30-60% of personality can be inheritable (emphasis on can).

3 This may sound stupid, but I personally believe that Vivimeng wouldn't do this after what happened during Wiege and Karma.

Many times before Karma, I complained togheter with my friends that Till's death made Ivan's sacrifice completely useless, that he died immediately after and didn't have time to ponder on Ivan's feelings and what everything that Round 6 is meant. And guess what? Till is alive. He was forced to be saved and keep living, to understand his own heart and grow from the person he used to be.

This is what I believe Luka will go through as well. Similarly, Hyuna died for him, but it was revenge, and a wish to make him face the people he has wronged. Killing him off mere minutes after wouldn't fulfill the puzzle his lover brought him: "Luka, live with love." The first rubik's cube that will actually take effort to solve. Luka is flawed, and in Mizi's words, he needs to stop acting righteous. He can't grow and become better, learn to love himself more and stop idolizing a ghost, and especially: Forgive himself. I don't think that Vivimeng will just throw away Hyuna's sacrifice, throw away the amazing writing of a hurt, betrayed, revengeful, and yet so inlove, woman, who wanted to give her one weakness a second chance at being human.

4 Mizi's words: "Neither you, nor I, deserve to be saved."

In the situation that Luka was, being saved wasn't being taken out of the fire, but rather dying, in my opinion. In his confused mind, there was nothing left to live for. Let's be honest, rather than being put back in the system, death would be his savior (with his true savior now dead). Also, taking into consideration that Mizi's remains haven't been found (the billboard posed the question of "Where is the culprit?), it's safe to assume that neither deserved to be saved: but neither are at the scene.

5 The clothes in the poster are reminiscent of Luka's crystal scene from Karma.

In said scene, he is wearing a black, tight fitting blouse, unlike the flowy, white clothes he's worn until now, and he is surrounded by the white-wearing twins, whose deaths he seems to feel responsible for (and definetly is, atleast for one of them). The two's clothes envelop him.

In the billboard, he is wearing something that reminds me of this scene. A crumpled white jacket (presumably) covers his thight fitted black blouse.

And in the crystal scene, he is shown to be the only one alive, witnessing the twins' deaths, (Personally, I believe that each crystal scene is a subtle reenactment of atleast one member from each couple) so I don't think that this similarity is coincidental. Plus, the obvious rebrand in the whole look is something that gives "Hey, I know we've fallen from the mainstream, but look, he's back and now he's even cooler!"

I may or may not sound very much crazy, but listen.. if the Till fans were right, then I have a chance to be as well, right? ha..haha..

Ok so Luka 100% died and got replaced by a clone

[dimitriblunt]

oughhhh literally all of the chrysos heirs (that we've interacted with) could be explored through body horror and/or sense of self, and it makes me a bit crazy.

aglaea, and how she endured over a thousand years, with her soul breaking and cracking over that span of time. losing her emotions little by little and becoming almost blind, yet she continued to push herself to the limits for the sake of others because she is so selfless. her golden threads being woven around okhema, protecting the peace it has, and everyone in it for millennia, but as time goes on, she could no longer keep up with everything. she who is the demigod of romance and beauty, but she is losing her sense of self, and her soul is so very fragile.

mydei, and not having autonomy over his own body, immortal that he is. constantly fighting and getting injured, dying but reviving again and again. he is born to the people labeled as ceaseless warriors, violent and fierce on the battlefield, as their prince. from the moment he was born, he had been fighting for his life; he had one life and millions of them all at once. one fatal weakness that would kill him permanently. would even he, who is deemed fearless by the general eye, touch his fatal point and feel fear? in his final moments, when his fatal spot was pierced once and for all, did he feel peace—that he could finally rest and stop fighting—or fear, that his life was actually over?

tribios, and her body being split into 1000 different versions, each one dying and dying and dying until it's only down to three left: tribbie, trinnon, trianne. and soon, they pass along, too. every version of herself can feel the emotions of another, so having to deal with the constant feeling of loss must be horrific, not just because of the feeling itself. but because what she is losing is herself, one by one. she who is the oldest amongst them, yet in appearance, she is a child and acts like one, because it's what she's come to know now—not by choice but by fate, and not even she, who is the demigod of passage, can change that.

cipher, and how she stole and continued to steal and hunt for precious valuables all throughout her life because through that, she felt worth, even if feigned. when she would get injured and see the golden blood seeping out of her skin, knowing she was accursed to a fate, she would not be able to change, leading her to question all that she is worth all over again. having to carry the heaviest lie anyone could ever tell, for the sake of everyone else—distancing herself from everyone who loved or cared for her because she knew that if she stayed with them, she'd break the walls she had built and they'd be able to see her lies in all their hypocritically truthful glory.

anaxa, and how he has constantly destroyed his own body and soul in pursuit of answers and truths. constantly shunned by everyone around him for having differing opinions, yet he pays no mind. he who cleaned his own grave regularly, as if anticipating he would die soon. he truly does not care much for himself; not escaping the grove when it was under attack from the black tide. instead, he puts his experiments to the test, using his body once more and forcefully placing the coreflame of reason into himself, in some last ditch attempt to prove his hypotheses, figuring that if this was his last moments alive then he would atleast go out trying to grasp truth. and he did die—only to get revived by one of the titans he so fervently destested—for them to take a place in his body and be able to control him, read his thoughts, mark their presence. anaxa's body has rarely ever been his own, by choice or not, basically donating himself to science despite not actually being dead yet.

castorice, and how she can't touch anyone, or else she will kill them. she is cold death itself, and yet she yearns for warm life; to be able to feel another's touch, to feel them alive, and to be alive with them. she was used as a means to put people to their death in exchange for a life of her own, even though it rarely ever was lively to her. the only way she could imitate life around her was through lifeless objects; the stuffed animals and dolls she creates. perhaps a reason for her finding joy in writing and reading is because through that, she can imagine herself as someone not burdened by the curse of death's touch, letting herself escape into a world where she could live like everyone else she loves so dearly.

hyacine, and growing up being told the stories of how she was born from the lineage of a great hero. learning all of her history and everything linked to it, wondering about who the supporting figures might have been and wanting their names to be seen as well. only to begin her own epic, learning of the truth of her ancestry and the fabricated lies all of it had been—in truth, she and all of her family had been the supporting characters all along, cast aside and thrown under the rug but painted in a fabricated light to keep an oath. she who had wished to remain on the ground, only to be called to the sky because of a duty she cannot avoid.

phainon, and how he lived a peaceful and loving life with his friends and family in his small village, only for all of it to be taken away from him in the blink of an eye. he was then given a new place to call home, to protect, and a newfound duty—yet, throughout it all, has he ever thought of himself as himself? or merely just the hero meant to bear the weight of the world? he had to watch his family die in front of him back then, and now he's lost the people he calls his family now. but no matter what, no matter how hard he might try and protest against it, he knows it to be his fate. because he chooses not to care for himself, and because he chooses everyone else over himself, he will never think of himself as anything more.

[makingspiritualityreal]

Ketu is associated with the idea of purpose.

Anyone can take some form of action, anyone can be part of a social system and adhere to it, which right now manifests through a job, but took various forms throughout history. It takes a little more guts to be an actual hard worker, which, notice, isn’t about a job, as there are housewives who work hard and CEOs who have jobs through nepotism and don’t know how to really do anything worthwhile. It is indeed a bit harder to focus your mind in order to get some result, but that doesn’t mean your result will be aligned with something actually meaningful. Because in order to get practical results, that have a higher meaning, you need to first find that purpose of who you are inside yourself.

This is the reason, why Ketu exalts in Jyeshta Nakshatra, because Jyeshta takes skills of a man and provokes a desire to direct them towards a concrete, meaningful result.

In order to study, how this works, let’s observe Richard Gere, a Jyeshta Moon, and a couple of his roles.

In “The Perfect Knight” he is a skilled warrior, that has a technique for disarming any opponent, but wanders around aimlessly. He has no allegiance to an army or a King, everyone comments on his loneliness, and when he takes an oath of loyalty to a ruler, he ends up breaking it by seducing the Queen. He only finds himself, when he discovers purpose through really embracing Knighthood and realising his fighting skills can save people’s lives, and he dedicates himself to protecting Camelot, as he views it as something to believe in. As a result, he finds aim for his martial aptitude and is no longer floating in the void.

In “Pretty Woman”, he is a rich businessman, but he makes his millions by squeezing lesser companies for money and taking advantage of others and it doesn’t really bring him happiness. He only turns around, when his love interest comments on how all his hard work doesn’t really build anything concrete, and he meets a superior, who inspires him, because he protects his company with his last breath, as an example of a beautiful creation he believes in. He ends up changing his business practices and investing in the constructive company in trouble, using his money to do good for the first time in his life, and with that finally feeling fulfilled.

In “Runaway Bride”, he is a frustrated journalist, who writes gossip columns for the entertainment of the masses, not even bothering to check on his work integrity, since his cheap tricks sell well. His life turns around, when he trips up and makes a serious journalistic faux pas by not checking his facts and endangering his employer with a potential lawsuit. He rightfully gets fired, and although he is first only interested in rehabilitating his status, as a result of his journey he questions the integrity of his writing so far, meets his love interest on the way, and gets inspired to become a serious writer.

Knowing all that, knowing how important purpose is and how Ketu directly translates to it, and why Jyeshta is the best Nakshatra of direction towards purpose, why is it such a bad place for the Moon?

We look for answer to this in what the Moon represents. The Moon is our basic state of mind, the background music that we have playing while we go through life. It is our attachment to our avatar and how we feel about it. In some Vedic theory, the Moon exalts in Krittika, and that being the first Nakshatra would give a person a motivated mind state, that gets up every day to start fresh and be alive, and then goes to sleep knowing it’s going to wake up energetic the next day all over again. But since Jyeshta represents our purpose and drive through Ketu, placing the basic mindset there makes one obsessive and extremely restless, as the mind never really shuts down.

In fact, looking back at Richard Gere, you can see it in his roles, how his characters always talk about sleeping very little or not at all. He works, he pretends to work, he thinks about work, he runs around restlessly with his sword, but his mind is never still. I also have a Jyeshta Moon parent, that has always given me quotes like “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” or “I don’t want to sleep through life”. With another Jyeshta planet, it may actually motivate the native towards taking action on their purpose, but with the Moon it makes for a restless mind and a lot of non-productive empty efforts.

The truth is, our purpose, just like Ketu itself, is karmic and thus can’t be controlled and manifests itself to us gradually, at the right time. It takes patience, persistence, dedication and trial and error to really find yourself instead of going along with what’s easily available and following the crowd. But following your purpose, truly, is the only path to greatness in human life.

What keeps you up at night? What makes you feel restless but inspired, to the point you even forget about your physical needs, because you’re excited to dive into it? For me, that has always been and still is research, sharing meaningful conclusions from my observations of the world, which led me to astrology. But there are no two astrologers who do things the same way, and the way I do it comes directly from my purpose.

[gothamite-rambler]

Lian Harper readied her bow and arrow, then let the arrow fly toward the target, hitting it on the fourth ring. Jon clapped supportively, while Damian’s was more sarcastic—golf claps.

Lian: I need a catchphrase… what’s a good one to use when I shoot arrows?

Jon (energetic): I never miss my target!

Lian: No. Pretty sure grandpa uses that one.

Damian (holding out his arm): Arrow... away.

Lian laughed, shaking her head.

Lian: How about, I’m here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and I’m all outta gum!

Jon: That’s taken. Awesome line, but taken… from an old video game.

Damian: I thought it was from a movie in the 1900s. Then it was in a video game. Let’s ask an old person.

The trio headed into the fancy kitchen of Oliver Queen’s mansion, where they approached Roy and Oliver.

Lian (uncensored): Where did the phrase, “I’m here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and I’m all outta gum!” come from? An old video game or movie from the 1900s?

Oliver (sorrow): …Am I that old? Because I know where the line’s originally from.

Roy (pretending to read the ingredients on a water bottle): Um… yeah, you’re the old man. Not me. You’re a grandfather too.

Oliver sighed, feeling older with each passing fact about himself.

Oliver: I’m actually a young grandfather, thanks to you. The line is from an ‘80s movie called They Live, but the video game Duke Nukem used it afterward.

Damian: Oh, it was an ‘80s film from the 1900s.

Jon (checking his phone): Yeah, he’s right. They Live was released in 1988, and Duke Nukem came out in 1991. The movie’s 37 years old!

Oliver dropped his beer glass in shock, realizing he was older than the movie! Roy laughed, surprising the kids. Oliver rested his head on the counter.

Oliver: Sweet Jesus, I was a teenager when that movie first came out!

Roy: Don’t lie to yourself. You had to be a young adult.

Oliver: Let me pretend! Time has flown by, and you never notice. Like an arrow soaring through the wind... Time’s arrow marches on.

Roy: I’m impressed you managed to work in an arrow motif while having a mid-life crisis.

Lian (scratching her head): Mid-life? Isn’t grandpy—

Oliver: Don’t mention my age, Li-Li. It’s rude!

Just then, Dinah entered the kitchen in her pajamas, seeing her husband looking crestfallen, her stepson laughing, and the kids all confused.

Dinah: Did you bring up some old piece of media?

Lian: Yeah? This movie from the 1900s—

Oliver: Stop saying ‘1900s’! It was from the ‘80s.

Roy (teasing): Still the 1900s.

Dinah: You were saying, Li-Li?

Lian: Right. This old movie called They Live and a video game, Duke Nuddy.

Roy (laughing more): Duke Nukem! You meant 'nukem'.

Lian (laughing now): Imma call him Duke Nuddy. Anyway, we wanted to ask where a line came from that I wanted to use as a catchphrase. “I’m here to kick—”

Dinah: No, no, don’t finish the line. I know it very well, I sat through that terrible movie too many times to count. You can’t use it, period, because you’re a kid. Now put the bow and arrow away and go watch a movie.

Lian: Aww, fine… You guys want to watch that Winnie—

Jon (shouting, angry): No, we’re not watching the sequel to that horror—

Damian (covering Jon’s mouth): Let’s just watch something from Disney so you don’t give him more nightmares.

Lian: Ugh, fine. We’ll clean up the arrows and stuff in the back, Nana.

Dinah: Good girl.

After Lian and her friends left, Dinah approached Oliver to comfort him. Though she was technically older, she and Oliver didn’t look it—Oliver just didn’t like being reminded he was over 50.

Dinah (patting her husband's back): There, there sweetie. Roy, you realize you were alive in the ‘80s too?

Roy: Yeah, but I got used to being old, mostly because I haven’t aged badly in years. I look great; he looks old.

Oliver: Stop making me feel worse.

Dinah: You’re both doofuses, but at least Lian’s having fun with her archery. You were right about that, Oliver.

Oliver (feeling a little better): I told you archery was a good hobby for her. One question though... What Winnie the Pooh movie was she talking about?

Roy (remembering he was a parent, sighing): I don't want to talk about it. Just know I had to put a parental lock on my computer a few weeks ago.

Dinah and Oliver: Welcome to parenthood.

[hey-itsdollie]

HIII !! i have a angst/fluff request if you don’t mind !!

so my fav is karasu and i was telling my friend how i am not mediocre and how karasu should want me cos i do so much (basically flex all my awards and extracurricular activities) and then one of my friends said ‘honestly considering his inner struggles with himself he might think you’re out of his league 😭’

SO i was wondering if you could make something based on them being like kinda insecure END IT IN FLUFF COS I CANT DEAL WITH AN ANGST ENDING 😞 could you include karasu (obv), maybe otoya and rin and anyone else you want !!!!

THANK YOU !!!!!!!

His Insecurities

‧₊˚ ┊ The bllk guys have their own insecurities</3

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » karasu. otoya. rin.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ angst/fluff, fem reader, mentions of insecurities, friends to ???

── .✦ Tabito Karasu

The jealousy ate him alive sometimes. The foul insults slipping past his lips faster than he could even think sometimes. Only realizing what he had said once he was having to follow up with what he was saying.

Karasu hated it. The thought of being mediocre scared him. He talked a big game–yet where were his winning scores? They were nowhere.

Whether it was simple grades, sure he was smart but if someone got a higher grade percentage–his paper would be hidden, a random high number blurted from his mouth as he faked a proud smirk.

A small backhanded comment being left where he stood as the other person was forced to just think about what he said to them. It was a defense mechanism–one that he couldn’t really pinpoint where it had started–or why.

More often than not Karasu would try to hold back with his comments. Not wanting to anger one of his close friends or come off as rude to random people he met on the street.

And when it came to you, god you were like the final boss for him.

High scores, many different extracurriculars, he wasn’t sure there was something you couldn’t do. When he saw you there was not one insult he could think of to make himself seem better. It was as if he couldn’t one-up you even if he tried.

You were beautiful, talented, and smart.

He was plain, mediocre, and a liar if you thought about it. He was nowhere near your level. Karasu felt his walls shake and struggled to repair itself when he was around you.

It got to the point where when you were around others, he would beg internally for nothing on his snarky comments to be revealed to you. Why would someone like you have the time to spend with him? A liar. A jealous filthy liar.

Unbeknownst to him, you already knew of his insulting comments. You knew yet you never questioned him about them. He was kind enough to you and others. Seemingly the insults never went further than choice of words.

And as time went on you noticed he would actually compliment you–the complete opposite of insulting. From this you began to grow great affection for the dark-haired male.

Karasu would occupy your thoughts as you questioned what his type was. Thinking that it could be a possibility that he liked smarter girls, ones that weren’t mediocre. The hope in your heart was practically spilling out.

Oh how you wished to have the chance to be with him. To have the courage to simply turn to him one day and confess all your thoughts and feelings.

Meanwhile, Karasu had begun to notice all your actions. The way you complimented him more, the way you’d make not only a bento for yourself but also for him.

You even went as far as buying him new cleats for his birthday, something he had brought up a few times but not enough to be remembered.

You were far more than mediocre and Karasu was starting to mentally feel okay about that. The jealousy turned into pride.

He was proud of you–proud of every accomplishment of yours whether or not it was big or small.

── .✦ Eita Otoya

Otoya was a known ladies man. A man who cheats on every girl he could get his hands on.

Of course, besides you.

Otoya always ignored those who tried to reprimand him on his way and outlook of dating. Why play with girls’ hearts when he could actually form a connection.

In reality he truly did form some connections. But if the relationship had gone past the comfortable line he had put–well, that would signal the immediate end to it.

The male would use the excuse that he “didn’t want to be locked down to one girl”. Something even his best friend seemed to give him a hard time about.

But Otoya didn’t really know when it started happening. The more and more he saw girls the less and less thoughts of dating went to his head. The mere thought of getting in a relationship drained him enough to not even give it attention.

Perhaps it was due to his best friend that had recently gotten into a relationship. The happy smiles and grins on his face, the constant small facts of his relationship that would be brought up. Otoya was too much of a coward to admit he was jealous.

He wanted that for himself–wanted to have a couple photos as his phone background, wanted to wake up to “good morning” texts like every love sick fool his age.

Yet it got to the point where he truly didn’t believe he could find that. Practically everyone knew of his past–the way he’d play with you for a bit then drop you once he was bored. Otoya was known as a cheater.

Which was something he didn’t want to be known for anymore.

When Otoya first met you, he didn’t think much about where your friendship could go. If it would turn intimate or stay mutual. That probably crossed his mind once or twice, but it never overstayed it’s welcome in his thoughts.

As your friendship grew Otoya found himself doing things he wouldn’t normally do. He started missing your texts–waiting for the “delivered” icon to turn to “read” as if he was waiting for a huge surprise. He found himself missing you, seeing you in every place he went.

If he saw a plushie at the mall–immediately thought of you. When a song on his playlist would play he could immediately tell if it was one you introduced him too.

Otoya was in denial–something everyone could start being able to tell. Especially his best friend.

“Eita, so is she another–you know, play thing?”

Otoya stared up at Karasu blankly. “Play thing? No way!”

Otoya often found himself getting upset when either Karasu or anybody assumed he was playing around with you. He would never do that to you. He refused to let himself do that.

He cared for you.

He cared for you so much that it hurt.

The mere idea of you being crushed over something made his heart drop, and the idea–the small chance that he could easily screw things up. Ate him alive.

But when he spent time with you, you never brought up his past. Or made nasty comments. You simply spent time with him–listening to his sometimes weird stories, laughing at his odd jokes and impressions, you noticed him.

You noticed a version of him that many had forgotten–including himself.

You brought out the best in him and he could never thank you enough for that.

── .✦ Rin Itoshi

Rin wasn’t one for making connections. Perhaps it was due to his past of being considered an “odd” kid or perhaps it was due to what had gone down between him and his brother.

Knowing him he probably put the blame on the latter.

The constant fear, almost anxious feeling he got whenever the two of you seemed to be moving along to a relationship that is higher than friendship–something more intimate than he was used to.

The small voice in the back of his head that repeatedly reminded him of how his own brother left him for a reason he did not understand. From how things currently stand he probably would never know.

Was he not enough to keep a relationship with? A connection? 

Rin tended to hide those thoughts and feelings behind a cold facade, his face almost never contracting into an emotional expression besides annoyance or frustration.

It was a mystery for him on how you–one of the few people he acknowledged as a friend–seemed to stick around. You were everything he wasn’t.

You were bright and always had a smile on your face. Animals seemed to come to you with no beckoning, children came to you for questions even when you didn’t have the answers. He heard people speak highly of you; something he only got very little when it came to soccer.

His advancements were outshined by his older brother.

But in the end, even when it got hard and he would lock himself away. Cursing out any of the other players for getting in his way. You seemed to always be welcome–whether it was just a small call through the phone or a small hang out at his place.

Oh how he was jealous of you–even if he wouldn’t admit it–Rin adored you.

He adored the airy feeling you brought to his gloomy atmosphere. The bright smile that made him forget everything else in the world. Along with the small nonsense you would ramble about that would end up circulating in his mind, even when you weren’t around.

Oh, how Rin adored you.

A friend. A relationship he has yet to fully indulge further into.

“Rinnie!”

The male shook his head out of the entanglement of thoughts, as he raised his gaze. His eyes found yours as you stood in the doorway holding a white grocery bag in hand.

“I went to the convenience store, bought a ton of the new snacks they had!”

The black-haired male nodded and made room on his bed for you. Pausing the long forgotten soccer video he had been struggling to study.

“Hey hey, Rinnie–” 

“--Hm what is it?”

You leaned towards him with a bright smile, your eyes holding eye contact with his easily. “Have you seen that new sci-fi movie? We should totally watch it!”

It wasn’t until you turned away to set up the movie that Rin’s lips curved up into a small barely noticeable smile.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[alexanderlightweight]

Its wednesday my people....

Here is a prompt for you if you feel so inclined.

In the AU where Imogen makes jace the HOTI could we have jace fucking it up big time to the point he gets demoted again and when the clave investigates why he was given the NYI Imogen gets sacked or something? I just have an image in my head of the clave begging Alec to take control again and he just keeps living his best life with his Magnus.

Thanks my friend.

P.S. everytime i get notifications that you posted i just speed to my apps looking for it so i can hoard it like the squirrel from Ice Age LMAO

it has been a bit but finally am getting to this! here is the last bit

<3 that poor squirrel. i hated how the poor squirrel never really got their acorn to safety because things just kept happening. so i hope you have better luck!! and i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

guided by my unchained heart

Alec finds himself at a loss, because of all things, he didn’t expect a miserable looking vampire to be on his doorstep.

“Why are you here?”

“Wow you really are living here.”

Alec blinks, because that is not an answer to his question.

“Oh, uh. Izzy asked me to? But also because someone else asked her? I don’t remember the name and Izzy didn’t repeat it. Just that I should—”

“Wait.” Alec interrupts the vampire with one palm up and rubs his face with his other hand.

Alec did not need to deal with this.

In fact, he is distinctly not dealing with this.

It’s with a memorized sequence of taps that he activates the record player and he pours himself what he knows isn’t an actually martini but sure as hell looks like one.  It also tastes like one. In that it tastes vile and mostly of the same way the sterilizing alcohol in Izzy’s lab smelled.

At the same time as he’s getting double vision from the fumes of his drink, he pens a quick fire message to Magnus.

The pillar of demon flame that parts the room with a curtain as Magnus steps through a portal before the sparks of message have fully ebbed fills Alec with relief.

Perhaps it was a little over the top to send a fire message that simply said help. However Alec is not emotionally prepared for this and therefore, he’s not going to handle it. Magnus promised him and Alec is holding him to it.

“Deal with it, please.”

Alec knows he sounds dismissive but this particular vampire means the Institute and his family and both are a stress he is not yet willing to deal with.  Alec’s rage runs cold and yet it broke.  The fury inside him is an avalanche waiting to be unleashed and bury everything in its path.  No less destructive that a wildfire or a flame vortex for all that it differs.

Magnus presses a kiss to his cheek as he passes, lips warm and possessive and the fire smolders and wanes but doesn’t completely wane as he steps closer to Simon.

—

“Who sent you.”

“Uh, does that matter more than why I’m here?”  Simon feels strangely out of place and its not even because he just had to talk directly to Alec Lightwood who happened to be wearing a chain? An ankle bracelet? A sparkly magical ankle monitor with leash?

Simon’s not sure what it is and it’s not something he was expecting but Alec is clearly more than fine since he just somehow reverse summoned Magnus Bane with metal stick and is ordering him around.

“Of course it does.” Magnus eyes him like a hungry wolf eyes a poor little newly turned vampire and then his eyes turn to the golden gaze of a predator, slitted pupils and all.

Simon nearly hyperventilates before remembering he doesn’t need to breathe, but he also wants to stay alive and unbreathing and Magnus feels decidedly more threatening than even Mr. Grouchy over there.

“Izzy asked me to come as a favor. She said your door would be more open to me than to her, which is weird. Because Alec’s living here right now, right? And why wouldn’t Izzy or Jace be allow—” Simon cuts himself off because in the background Alec has finished his drink and instead of pouring a second one, he looks like he’s trying to figure out how to best use it as a weapon.

Probably against Simon.

Magnus doesn’t look like he needs a weapon.  His gaze is strong enough and displeased enough that Simon can feel it slowly stall his senses until his body stutters without permission. 

“Alexander isn’t taking social or work calls, at the moment. He’s on something of a—” Magnus’ eyes glow like the lure of an angler fish and his mouth opens in a smile just as sharp as their maw. “Well, I suppose you could call it a sabbatical from life. Since he’s already retired.”

Simon feels as if he’s missing some very important information and is suddenly a lot more hesitant to continue asking questions.  Especially when Magnus looks so very dangerous and Alec… Alec is no longer in view. The sudden beating of his heart is a forced instinct and Simon barely manages to stammer out a goodbye and then he’s gone.

—

The door slams on Simon’s way out as he leaves and Magnus watches him go only until the wards shift around his absence. Then he hunts down Alexander.

It’s always easy to find him, the platinum tether that binds him via magic rather than mere physics ensure that Magnus will never have to wonder where his boy is. 

He finds Alexander in one of the library, sitting on the circular window-seat and drinking something with a grimace while he watches the people of New York with empty eyes.

“You don’t even like that.” Magnus means to scold but it comes out in a soft, exasperated sigh and he snaps his fingers, switching it out for something that won’t traumatize Alexander’s taste-buds.

Alexander sends him a dark scowl and Magnus raises a brow.  Sometimes he will admit, he lets Alexander get away with quite a bit, however he’s not in the mood to end up listening to Alexander complain about how disgusting Magnus’ liquor is later. Especially when Alexander only finds it disgusting because he doesn’t know how to mix drinks.

At all.

It’s only the fact that most alcohol tastes terrible to him that he remains oblivious to this rather important information.  Something Magnus has willfully kept from him, despite suffering some rather vile — if not potently strong — drinks. Because Alexander is adorable when he is making drinks and thinks he’s succeeded.  Also, eventually his boy is going to make a drink for Ragnor and Magnus will be there to enjoy the trauma of it.

The scowl melts the minute Alexander takes a sip, as if the tart and sweet drink have momentarily wiped away the complications of his night.

“Izzy sent him. The Clave through her, though nothing signed just yet. It’s still at the level of a favor, not a commission, not that he knows he’s being used. Still, he’s gone and I’ll ensure he won’t return but they’re moving already.” Magnus doesn’t like the fact that official movement is beginning to be made.  It’s only been three months, he thought he’d have longer before he needed to ensure Alexander properly tied to him.

Not just bound by physical and metaphorical chains.

“Then we’ll need to move faster. The magic is almost ready, isn’t it?”

The way Alexander cocks his head, nothing but steadfast faith, truth and expectation in his gaze has Magnus’ magic surging with delight.  The confidence in him, it’s empowering and the best thing is, Alexander is right to trust Magnus.

“I can have it ready tonight.” Magnus promises and he can, especially when he and Alexander have been feeding the ritual with magic every chance they’ve had for three uninterrupted months.

AN:

Alec is actually begging not ordering. Simon is just clueless to their context. Magnus is aware and hates the fact that Alec is feeling vulnerable in their own home. Alec opened the door because the ward signified it was a familiar downworlder and at the beginning he did handle a few pickups for magnus. This is BEFORE the clave makes the mistake of trying to steal alec back from magnus who clearly ‘kidnapped him’. Because no one wants to admit alec resigned.

simon is trying so hard 'not to think about it' (it benig the chain)

alec is trying very hard not to implode. he angy.

magnus just wants to have his alexander is peace, thank you very much. he wanted to do this consort courtship properly and they're still having to rush. he is displeased.

alec went off to try not to panic by himself until magnus could come cuddle him. because he's like 'don't kill the messenger... it would send a message... okay but would it send the right message?' and he knows he's not in the right mindframe to be making choices like that. plus, magnus promised to handle things if alec trusted to leave them to him.

he's letting go and trusting magnus to handle it. he's just also now zoning out. he does not actually people watch, for him it's like watching a line of ants not because the ants are interesting but because they are moving and caught his eye

[imagination-mess]

A Second Chance at Life (Touya Todoroki X Fem!Reader) Chapter 10

Summary: For the past five years, you’ve been raising your son as a single mother. You’ve successfully avoided questions about his father by claiming that he died during the Paranormal Liberation War. From what you believe, this isn’t a lie. The last time you saw him was when he personally escorted you to U.A.’s shelter amidst the chaos in the streets.

Unbeknownst to you, he has been alive all this time, clinging to life in a facility working to keep him alive. His father, Enji, has been desperately searching for someone willing to heal him. After his presumed death, a single photo of you and Dabi began circulating through the underground, hinting at the nature of your relationship. To protect yourself and your child, you had to pay someone to stop the pictures from spreading further.

The photo provided answers to a long-standing question: who was the healer Dabi had been protecting? It identified you as the healer who had been deemed untouchable, but it also brought unwanted attention.

A/N: Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors in advance.

Word Count: 2.5K+ Masterlist of ASCAF Previously Chapter Nine To clarify the timeline, Touya and Remedy knew each other for about 2 years and almost 3 (it's half of the year), but they actually started being friends after 1 year. They have been friends for almost 2 years.

11 Years Ago No matter the amount of times you have dragged him into this particular forest, he can't get over how peaceful it is. The birds chirp and sometimes catch some wild animals, but nothing dangerous that would result in the two of you having to run out of there.

There was some music softly playing in the background as the two of you were lying on the ground with dirt and leaves sticking onto your clothes and skin.

"Why do you want your hero license so bad? Anyway, you’re planning on being a doctor, not a hero," Touya asks, breaking the silence, trying to catch his breath.

His muscles and lungs are burning from the physical exercises…

He should have listened to you when you suggested he actually train more in stamina than his quirk. He does it occasionally. It doesn't change the fact that he’s making himself into a long-distance fighter, but he’s going to lose in hand-to-hand combat eventually.

He knows you’re right, because he can barely keep up with you and he knows you aren’t doing your best either, which pisses him off. He can handle defeat, but he knows who you are. You aren't going to use him as your personal punching bag. There is a clear difference between you and him. You’ve been putting in the work ever since he started teaching you how to throw a punch. Lessons slowly evolved into showing you how to fight dirty and other tactics.

Unlike him, who’s been slacking on his physical training and relying more on his quirk, you’ve stuck with it. You took everything he taught you and kept pushing. He didn’t expect you to surpass him so quickly.

Whatever they’re teaching you at Shiketsu High School is definitely working, because he can barely keep up with your punches now. The dynamic has completely flipped compared to when you could barely block his attacks. Maybe, it could be those advanced self-defense classes your mom enrolled you in. 

"If something happens, at least I’ll be able to use my quirk without getting arrested. You know how my quirk works. It makes me an easy target. And now that my school’s joining the U.A. Sports Festival? They televise everything. Mine never did.," you say, lying beside him, eyes tracing the clouds above. Your voice is neutral when compared to your classmates, who’ve been loud about their excitement  back at the shelter. The same ones who volunteer to work at the shelter to get their hours. 

At least you understand the risk that comes with showing the world what you're capable of. It could go either way. Be something good, or something dangerous. Touya knows there are plenty of criminals out there watching, waiting for someone to slip through the cracks of hero society. It's a manipulation tactic, plain and simple.

He isn't blind to the slight shift in your composure; you fall quiet when the topic comes up. You’re not excited at all.

He knows you’d rather stay on the sidelines than have the full attention of people on you, especially in the public eye. Some teachers have been on your case, trying to motivate you to put in a little more effort and actually push your limits. You only do the bare minimum in school, but when you’re outside, you actually try.

"They’re already trying to recruit me into the hero industry full-time, which I’m not interested in," When you complained to him when the two of you were heading to the movies. 

He can already picture that one particular teacher, the one who’s convinced you could make it into the top 10 in the festival, thinking that’s all you need to do because you do just enough to land a decent internship. Meanwhile, you purposely slack off during the final rounds. You already made history in your pre-med program, being the first person to ever break into the top 30 in your school's version of the sports festival.

He knows there’s more going on than you’re letting on, but he doesn’t push it. He respects your space, just like you never asked about his past.

He doesn’t buy the reason why you failed your hero license, either, especially after hearing from other friends in the same program. You should’ve passed, because you were with them. They all passed, since you were all on the same team. You didn’t even seem upset about it, almost like you were expecting it.

"Smart," Touya says, glancing at you before turning his gaze back to the clouds. He breaks the silence with a smirk. "Who knew there was a brain under that pretty face?"

You nudge his side slightly with your elbow, a quiet warning. 

Touya lets out playful huff when he glances over to you for you already have a small smile on your face at his attempt on trying to change the conversation. 

He stays quiet for a few seconds, and has a more serious tone. "You know, you have to be a real idiot thinking that staying out of the spotlight and hiding in plain sight long enough. It will make people forget about your existence. It won't. Whatever is scaring you, and making you restrain yourself. it's not worth it." "You are sounding like my mother." You muttered softly but enough for him to hear it. 

"People who like you kind-hearted and selfless are always taken advantage of. I know you can bite for others, and I have seen it but you need to learn to bite for yourself. The world doesn't play nice." You just hummed, acknowledging what he said without adding anything more. But he knows you're thinking about it. It’s subtle, but he catches the way you tug your sleeves down. A quiet habit you have when something’s made you anxious.

“Wanna get a pastry? My treat.” Touya pushes himself up, dusting dirt off his pants.

You give him a skeptical look. “With what money?”

“That old hag asked me to be her delivery boy,” he mutters, then adds, “It’s legal money. Not counterfeit.”

He’s not entirely honest about the delivery boy part. If the old woman ever found out he spilled anything about the real nature of her shady pastry shop in the worst part of the city, she’d probably cut out his tongue.

Still, she pays him well enough to afford a modest place of his own and not rely on the shelter anymore. And for whatever reason, she adores you and treats you like her own child. It’s almost creepy, honestly. Touya’s used to the cold, monotone, foul-mouthed version of her. The one who threatens to throw knives at anyone who so much as breathes wrong. She’s not afraid to use violence, and everyone knows it. But with you? She’s all sweet smiles,and most disturbingly, respectful. She even teases you playfully, like she hasn’t cursed out half the block just that morning. It’s not about the money that you would casually buy out her entire stock just to bring it back to the shelter for everyone to enjoy, all while supporting her “small business.” Supposedly, your mother used to bring you here when you were little. It just stuck, becoming your favorite pastry shop over the years. She is the reason why you have such standards when it comes to pastries. 

The pastry shop might be a front, but that doesn’t change the fact that the old lady can seriously bake. “I told you,” you say, completely unfazed, “she isn’t as scary as she looks. She’s harmless.”

Touya looks down at you with the flattest expression imaginable, hands shoved into his pockets.

“Harmless as a wolverine.” __________________________________________ Weeks later….. Touya was halfway through a dessert the older lady guilt-tripped him into trying after he dropped off a few deliveries for her. His phone buzzed on the table next to him.

Without looking, he picked it up and pinched it between his shoulder and ear, taking another bite as the voice on the other end asked, “Hello? Is this Drakon?” Touya froze mid-bite, and pulled the phone away and checked the screen no contact. A completely unknown number. Not many people called him that nickname. Only two people had his number: you and the shelter’s security guard, Fuji. "Who the fuck is this? How did you get this number?" "I stole it from Remedy's phone. What did you do to her?" Ah. That annoying voice. He didn’t even need to guess. Purple hair girl who always has her nose in everyone’s business. That fake sweetness and judgment behind every word. He resisted the urge to sigh or hang up. “Gonna need you to be more specific,” he said dryly. “I’m not her keeper. She doesn’t report her every move to me.” “She’s been acting strange. Obsessive. She’s been diving into everyone’s quirks like she’s preparing for a damn thesis. Color-coded, notes pinned up, notebooks filled with information. It’s weird.” The girl’s tone shifted from concern to accusation. “She’s even spending time with that creepy childhood friend of hers who’s also quirk-obsessed. Our homeroom teacher is thrilled. She’s actually putting in effort.” Touya snorted. “And this has to do with me?”

“She wasn’t like this before she got close to you.”

“She’s always been like that. You just didn’t notice ‘cause she used to hide it better,” he said flatly, finishing the dessert and crumpling the napkin. “It's not my fault you weren’t paying attention.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

He rolled his eyes. “Right. Because you’re such a shining example.”

“She’s supposed to be kind and..not whatever this is..”

Touya let the silence stretch before he spoke, voice low and disinterested. “You mean she used to let people walk all over her. Let you walk all over her.”

“She chooses to turn a blind eye to avoid conflict. She doesn’t want to hurt people.”

“She chooses to stay quiet. Doesn’t mean she’s weak. She’s just... polite. Selective. Don’t confuse that for submission.” He tilted his head. “And maybe she’s not spending time with you because she finally figured out how fake your friendship was.”

The girl went silent. Touya didn't stop.

Touya continued, sharper now. “You broke into her phone. That says a lot more about you than it ever will about me.”

He waited half a second longer before twisting the knife.

“I have no record prior. But you? You planned this. Waited for her to be distracted. Snooped through her stuff like a damn creep. And why? Because you need her. You need her to look at you like you’re important. Without that... what are you?” Touya let out a low, bitter laugh, clearly amused. “Maybe she finally dropped your ass, and now you’re spiraling because you need her to feel relevant but she doesn’t need you.” “You know,” the girl snapped, “you’ve always been that stray, feral dog she felt sorry for.”

Touya stayed silent for a few seconds, before erupting into loud, frantic barking like a madman with a screw loose. The sound was wild, almost primal. Then, he broke into laughter, but it wasn’t a typical laugh. It was guttural, unhinged, and downright feral.

"Oh, that was cute," he purred, voice dripping with mockery. "Did I hurt your little feelings? Was that supposed to sting? Because that was the most god-awful, pathetic comeback I’ve ever heard in my life." He scoffed. "Try something original next time."

“Lose my number, stalker.”

He hung up, blocking the number, and tossed the phone onto the table, snorting. “Pathetic,” he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, the sound of a metal tray clattering against the table snapped him out of his self-satisfied haze. He turned to see the older lady, freshly baked goods in hand, staring at him as though he’d lost his mind.

“You did not just bark like a dog to prove a point,” she said, eyes wide in disbelief. Bonus Scene: 

Touya was on his way to the graduation party celebrating your victory in the sports festival. It was being held at your apartment with just a few close friends. Nothing big, according to you. You had clearly told him that he didn’t need to bring a gift. Just his presence was enough for you.

He didn’t know why, but his legs wandered into the arcade you two often hung out at. He remembered how you had a mischievous smile on your face and pointed at the dragon plushie inside the claw machine. “It’s you.”

“Huh?” Touya raised an eyebrow and glanced at the plushie again.

“You know the black hair, fire quirk, and the only nickname that you don't seem disgusted by, Drakon.”

“I guess…”

The next moment, you walked up to that particular claw machine and spent a few bucks trying to get it before giving up. You almost had it a few times, but eventually called it quits.

You looked sad, though you didn’t want to spend more money. “I’ll get it later. Maybe I can convince one of the workers to give it to me.”

Yet, you religiously tried the claw machine every time you went to the arcade with him. Even he gave it a shot once. For only the machine to mock him by letting the claw grip the plushie before dropping it at the last second.

This is stupid.

Touya thought to himself as he glanced around, keeping watch before picking the lock on the claw machine. With a click, the glass opened, and he grabbed the last remaining black dragon plushie.

He walked out of the arcade, holding the plushie without a care, staring at it most of the way to your apartment. He still didn’t understand the appeal. Why did you want it so badly?

It was an ugly plushie. It even had a crooked smile and lopsided eyes. So why did his chest and throat feel weird when he saw your eyes light up at the sight of it? When you looked up at him with a smile? You looked ridiculous with that paper glitter crown on your head, most likely made by the artistic one.

“You remembered!”

“How could I not, when you’ve been so persistent every time we go to the arcade?” Touya said, holding the dragon by its head.

He let it drop into your hands when he realized what you were about to do. “You still suck at claw machines.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You smiled softly, your hands gently caressing the plushie.

Touya glanced up when he felt the stares and of course, your little friends were lined up at the corner of the wall like a bunch of nosy children.

They were grinning, whispering, giggling. Heads stacked like a wobbly totem pole until they realized he was staring right back.

They scrambled in a panic, tripping over each other. One smacked into the wall with a pitiful little “ow.” Touya sighed, running a hand down his face.

Definitely stupid. But he didn’t regret it.

The image of your soft smile replayed in his mind as he stepped into your apartment and shut the door behind him.

“Where’s the food? I’m starving.” Next: Chapter 11

___________________________________________________________ A/N: That’s all the flashback for now. This chapter is mostly about building the foundation of Remedy and Touya’s friendship

Please note that everyone who has been given a name or description serves a purpose in the story. For example, the older lady mentioned in this chapter is Ms. Sugars, who is protective of Remedy’s children, as seen back in Chapter Five. Ms. Sugars has known Remedy since she was a little girl, and from Touya’s perspective, it’s clear that Remedy is her favorite.

As for why Remedy showed hesitation, even though everyone told her not to limit herself, that will be answered later. Remedy failed the hero exam, and as she implies, it was her fault but in reality, it wasn’t her fault. It was simply out of her hands.

To be honest, under different circumstances, she could have easily slipped through the cracks of society. There are factors contributing to Remedy’s hesitation, slowly shaping her into who she will become 11 years later. Someone who doesn’t take shit from anyone and is confident in her abilities. Adult Remedy has found a way to find the balance to be soft and kind but also not to be pushover. 

 While Remedy is confident in her abilities in private, it’s a different ball game when you’re exposed to the world. Thank you again to everyone who commented on the last chapter <3, and I passed the class! :3 Extra: I may or may not do the Tomura story version with his own kid (clone), which will be revealed later on in this book. Unlike Touya, who has been out of the loop for the past five years, Shigaraki became aware after his trial wrapped in court, which was two years ago. That’s a whole can of worms... and drama.

Any thoughts or theories? I’m all ears! I’d love to hear them. I have seen some interesting theories :3

[cringyasf]

Supermassive Black Hole

Werewolf! Yuji x Vampire! fReader

03: Not so ladylike

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You hadn't spoken to Maki again in a week and you'd be lying if you said you weren't slowly dying, but your pride was too big to try anything.

Yuji noticed that there was something strange about you, you were too distant (again) you had already started to open up a little to him but out of nowhere it seemed that you had decided to back down as much as you had advanced.

It's not like you really had been ignoring him, you just had too many things on your mind and it was hard to focus on anything.

Although Yuji didn't know what was happening to you, he thought that maybe giving you space was the right thing to do. One day then two days and finally three days was his limit, he was going to find out what was happening and he was going to help you as much as he could.

You are sitting alone and quiet, it was your natural state, you had kept your distance from the clan because you wanted to give Maki some space.

You felt him approaching, it would be impossible not to recognize his scent. You looked up until he was right in front of you.

"Do you need anything?" At least you still had your bitchy attitude.

yuji was standing in front of you, his hands on his hips and a serious expression on his face. "Actually, yes. Aren't you supposed to spend breaks with me?"

"And aren't you supposed to spend the breaks with one of your girlfriends?" You didn't know where that came from, but you haven't thought twice before saying it.

"Mmm, no?" He didn't understand what you were talking about either. Although it was common to see him with some girls during recess, whether it was because of his kindness or his natural flirtatiousness without realizing it, the reality is that none of them mattered too much to him. He could question you, even make fun of you, of course he would, but now the important thing was to know what was wrong with you. "Are you going to talk to me or are you going to keep hiding like the little bat you are?"

"I'm not hiding, I just want to be alone." In a way you were hiding, but weakness was a human flaw and you weren't a weak human.

"Yeah, sure." He said sarcastically and squatted down in front of you. It was hard to lie; wolves were perceptive of emotions. "What's wrong, pretty?" His question came out in a soft, sweet tone.

You rolled your eyes; you hated how he insisted so much; whatever was happening to you wasn't his problem. "Yuji, go away."

"Don't pull your fangs out. I really want to know if I can help you with anything."

"Believe me, a dog would never be my first choice for help. I don't need it from you or anyone else because I'm perfectly fine." You tended to become abrupt and rude when someone questioned you; you couldn't help it; it was part of you, how you defended yourself.

"Don't try that with me. Maybe vampires don't care about anything other than being cold and greedy, but wolves can sense emotions. Maybe I don't know what, but I know something's wrong."

"Emotions," you scoffed bitterly. "There's nothing more simple and vain; anyone who can't control their emotions is immediately inferior." Emotions were a human flaw, and you weren't human and didn't want to be flawed; emotions were something you could ignore.

"Emotions are important; they're what makes you feel alive."

"I'm not alive." You weren't, not for long. You'd forgotten what it felt like to be human because, even surrounded by many of them daily, you were unable to be or feel like one.

"Yes, but…"

"Leave me alone, Yuji. I needed to hunt, you helped me, we can pretend none of this ever happened."

Yuji didn't understand; you genuinely seemed to have enjoyed spending time with him; no, he knew you had, but now you were acting cold and grumpy again, as if you hadn't just scratched his stomach with a silly smile.

"No."

You frowned even deeper. Normally, it was easy for you to scare others away, but now he was insisting.

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

"I mean, we're going to talk. You're going to tell me what's bothering you in that pretty little head of yours, and you're going to learn how to express your feelings."

You let out scoff of disbelief and sarcasm. "Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, yes, vampire princess. Now start talking. How are you feeling today?" He didn't give a damn if you felt so big and superior. If he had to tie you to a tree to get you to talk, he would.

"Stop playing therapist, Yuji. I'm not a stupid human."

He shrugged and, with all the calmness in the world, dared to say what, to you, was the worst insult. "Well, right now you're acting like one."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Humans are stubborn and willful, that's how you're behaving right now." You knew exactly what he was doing, and you hated it so much because it was working.

"Fine, you win! Let's talk about feelings."

A small smile touched Yuji's lips. Even though you always acted arrogant and your superiority complex was growing, the reality was that you weren't much different from any other girl.

He moved and sat next to you, slumping against the tree trunk, his arm bumping yours. "Okay, start." You were going to show him that you weren't like some stupid human who's scared of stupid feelings.

"I…" And your mind froze. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to feel? Your mouth couldn't say anything. "I'm just…"

"Take your time."

"Don't tell me what to do." He laughed softly, his large hand placed on your head and practically forced you to lean against his chest. You would have complained if it weren't for his warmth, which was both pleasant and annoying.

"Relax, dolly, I'm here to listen."

"It's just… I… You know." It was frustrating that you couldn't speak right now; you hated it so much. "Well…" You leaned closer to Yuji, practically burying your face in his chest. He stroked your hair. You wanted to tell him to stop and that you weren't a dog, but it felt too good to complain. "Well, you know vampires and wolves have never gotten along." He hummed softly. "Well, Maki, my sis-… my clanmate, she… well… whatever, but the thing is, she said some things I didn't like, and I said things I know I shouldn't have, but she was angry, and so was she." You sigh with a small pause. "And we still haven't spoken again."

"So that's what's eating you up, pretty?"

You nuzzled your face against Yuji's chest; that strange scent, which you could never quite identify, but which was different from the rest of the wolves, turned out to be quite pleasant. "Mmhhh, maybe." you murmured softly.

"And have you thought about talking to her? Maybe you should be the one to make the first move." No, that was a resounding no; you refused to make the first move. What would happen if she didn't forgive you? You weren't going to go through with that; you refused to be shamed forever.

"It's not that easy."

"Are you sure? How many times have you tried that before?"

"Well…" 0, but what does it matter, whether the number is 0 or 100, it still wasn't for you. You moved slightly away from Yuji so you could see his face again. "That's not the point."

"The point is that you miss your sister and want to go back to how things were, but without solving the problem." You stayed quiet because that was exactly what was happening; you knew how ridiculous it could be, but you didn't want anyone to tell you that. Yuji pinched your cheek. "Oh, look at you pouting."

"I'm not!" If you had blood in your veins, they probably would have turned red with embarrassment.

"Sure you do, cutie, you're so cute." You smacked his hand off your cheek.

"Shut up." And he laughed at how grumpy you were.

You were used to being feared and respected, but Yuji treated you in a way that sometimes you felt like your dead heart might beat again.

But that doesn't mean anything, right?

He is still a flea dog and if you had been related to him it was only because of the blood, blood that you began to miss because of your small solitary episode of 3 days in which you did not go hunting.

You came home determined to take the initiative and talk to Maki but as soon as you walked into the house and saw her sitting on the large red velvet sofa, you froze.

"You're late and smelling like a dog, wonderful." Maki soon attacked you again.

your body tensed and your teeth clenched. "Shut up Maki." You didn't want to fight her again because you knew she would say things you didn't want to hear and that you would say things you would regret later.

"i'm just saying." She got off the couch heading to the stairs but your voice stopped her.

"Your attitude is tiring me."  well, maybe things wouldn't be fixed soon, you hated feeling that way.

She looked at you over her shoulder and sneered. "Is my attitude tiring you? Your attitude is tiring me."

"Maki you have days being a total bitch, i don't know what's wrong with you."

"Please, the only bitch here is you, i'm trying to protect this clan and

You're ruining it by going to do who knows what with that damn wolf."

The tension grew, the insults increased.

"Ladies, ladies, please, it's not ladylike to call each other bitches in the middle of the living room."

"Shut up, Satoru!" you both shouted at the same time.

Satoru only pretended to be hurt.

"You're damaging the honor of this clan. We are not friends with wolves. Get that through your head." And finally, she left.

Oh, forbidden love, my favorite." you turned your head, at the top of the stairs was Satoru looking at you with a mocking smile.

"There is no forbidden love." Your romantic interest in Yuji was nonexistent, or at least that's what you repeated to yourself.

"A wolf and A Vampire sounds like an interesting story." He was the leader of the clan, he should be upset instead of joking and playing.

"An impossible story too."

"Not so impossible, I have the perfect example in front of me, I like that boy, he seems good." He came downstairs approaching you, his annoying voice only making you more and more tense.  "Maybe he'll take away your bitterness, Yn." He laughed at you in your face, he wasn't being bad, he was just being Satoru.

"There's nothing going on."

"Why are you so angry? I'm not Judging you." But he was mocking you and you hate that.

"Shut up, I don't like Yuji and he don't likes me."

"Keep saying that but I know enough, You've never gotten along with wolves, I don't really think you've ever had friends outside the clan."

He was right, You had always stayed away, practically hidden, you didn't relate to anyone but Yuji.

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Maybe not or maybe you should stop being so stubborn." He tapped you on the forehead With his finger. "And don't listen to Maki, she's worried, but I know she'll figure things out soon."

Satoru could be an annoying and idiot most of the time but the reality is that he was a wise man, maybe it was the centuries of experience, maybe it was that there was some intelligence in that stupid brain but whenever he gave advice you took it.

That night you thought about many things, about your ex-life, about your reality not so new as a vampire, about Maki and Yuji, you thought a lot about Yuji. He was really nice, he was funny, warm and you missed the feel of his hands in your hair.

You didn't know it was going to happen, but you were more worried now than you had been in decades.

Notes area

> Yuji doesn't try to flirt, he's just natural. And you've never cared, you hadn't even noticed that you cared until now.

>He smells like forest, Rosemary, mint and a touch of perfume. Not all wolves smell the same, They're all unpleasant to vampires.

>petnames are because I hate using yn and because yuji is a lover boy.

> comments, suggestions and feedback are welcome.

>thanks for read.

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Red Rascal Keen is obviously mad at Blue Boy Thun for not mentioning his shitty father was Pakorn as he continued to place barriers between himself and Thun in episode eight of Knock Out, but he still loves that Blue Boy which is apparent since he is right in front of the blue curtain.

But how could he hate such a face when that face belongs to such a sweet guy like Thun? He can't! Because they are better together.

And there are bigger issues at hand like the blue hydrangeas from last episode now being purple in this episode. I mean . . . like Thun and Keen's room being destroyed.

And that little pin that Pakorn wears, which was found out Mauy's crime scene, ALSO being on the baddies coming to collect money on behalf of Sia Thep.

So despite it all, I still didn't believe this purple motherfucker was a bad guy!

Because that means the boys couldn't win either way. If Pakorn paid for anything, they would be screwed, but having Phuwit pay for everything also means they are screwed. (I'm so mad he is in purple!)

The system was always rigged against them, which is why they have to stand together! (Keen, you listening?!)

This is why I thought it was pivotal that they forgave Ait. I'm not solely blinded by Guide's beauty when I write this, but even when doing bad, he is blue. He needs the community and the community needs him.

So I'm happy the coach was the first one to hug him and tell him that he understands why he did what he did.

And I appreciated that Keen is at his reddest here because neither him nor Thun made a move to hug Ait. He still poisoned his boyfriend, so they won't be alright with him as quickly as the others.

But more than anything, I loved this moment in the episode where there was still a barrier between Ait and Mawin with the heart monitor next to them.

Because I feel like the real issue has always been how much Ait is willing to do and sacrifice for his sister even though Mawin is right there willing to help.

So I'm glad that Mawin was the first to cross the barrier.

And tell Ait that he is still in this with him while they were in front of the pink wall.

So they ended the conversation on the same side and assuring each other that they love each other with the heart monitor right next to them showing them they are still alive and well.

Which brings me back to this purple bastard.

As soon as he bought the gym, his red immediately began to show with him stating the fighters would be participating in a competition without actually speaking to them about it.

To my disappoint, Keen, who was relieved by the sale, was orange instead of his fiery red which means that even though he was suspicious of the fight, he wasn't hellbent to see what was up the way he normally is.

Then Pakorn (IN BLUE?!!!!) decided instead of being a good guy for fucking once, he would continue being the absolute worst person and challenge HIS SON to a damn fight.

I thought this was going to happen in my previous episode write-up based on Pakorn's red gloves and also because there has always been a red barrier between Pakorn and Thun.

But I truly thought Thun would hate Pakorn enough to knock his ass out!.

But instead our sweet Blue Boy is knocked out cold.

And Keen is left wearing both of the colors.

So now my only question is which one of these cabrones is dying first?

Asking for a friend who is tied up at the moment.

I am sooooo fucking pissed!

[sillygoofyqueer]

More deity jester Wei Wuxian AU because my birthday's on Wednesday and I want to yap about my most special favourite AU in the run up. Maybe I'll write a mad scientist Wei Wuxian AU on my birthday but who knows? Enjoy!! Wen Qing doesn't know what to expect when her cousin slips away while she's foraging for the best plants in the forest. It's certainly not to find the toddler holding hands with what appears to be some sort of forest creature corpse thing that wears a cracked porcelain smiling mask, moss growing from the cracks and different plants sprouting from tears and dark blood oozing from rips in what appears to be a black and red jester outfit? She's obviously silently freaking out as A-Yuan drags it towards her like a cat proudly displaying a dead rat it caught, but the creature seems rather docile as it tries to keep up with her cousin, free hand pressed against the forest floor and knees holding it up as it follows behind. Upon closer inspection, there does appear to be skin though, which raises the worrying question of is this really a human? Because like...this human is in bad shape if so. Her instincts as a doctor do take over when she comes to this conclusion and she darts over to see what immediate medical attention she can give.

A-Yuan doesn't let go of the...human...'s hand, and she doesn't try and make him because this...human...appears to be content, and she doesn't want to risk their safety if she tries to part them. Surprisingly, the human actually does appear to be a human, and now all Wen Qing can do is wince at the extent of the damage done to his body because holy shit, this is bad. So, she hauls the human up to his feet, scooping A-Yuan up with her spare arm so that she can lug them both home - the dull, quiet jingling of the rusted bells of his outfit echoing with every step. The only reason this is possible with her build is because the...male of sorts is very light against her side. Seriously, how is this guy alive? There are plants growing out of different injuries! The infection must be excruciating. The only way she can rationalise this as she drags him back home is that this human has been taken in by spirits of the forest and that's why he's in this shape and isn't dead. Which raises the question of should she be removing a human chosen by the spirits of the forest from the forest?

Despite how she portrays herself to those within the palace and the village, Baba had raised her and A-Ning with the same tales and warnings that popo had recited to him when he was young, and so she is naturally superstitious and wary of pissing off any spirits or monsters that may roam around in the forest when nobody is looking. However, she keeps looking at this poor boy and seeing A-Ning, who was taken by spirits lingering around a battlefield for a sickeningly long time before he was given back with a haunted look in his eyes and a terrified, nervous disposition that hadn't been there before. So similar to this boy now. She can't abandon him, it goes against everything she stands for, so she eventually takes him out of the forest while A-Yuan babbles to her about how "gege helped my owchie!!" and shows off a greenish-blackish paste slapped liberally onto his knee. She eyes it suspiciously, but it does appear to utilise medicinal plants, so she'll leave it for now.

A-Ning is working in the fields when she finally makes it back to the small farm the family owns, always making use of the...'gifts' that the spirits of the battlefield forced upon gave him to assist the family the best he can. He raises his hand to wave at her happily, before he obviously notices the boy she's carting along with her and quickly buries whatever seed he was planting before running over to help her. His eyes trail over the male's body, and that sort of numb, haunted look appears on his face again, the one that tells her that he's thinking of the time he refuses to talk about, where he was away with the spirits. He reaches out, staring for a moment at the connected hands of the boy and A-Yuan, then makes the executive decision to just take them both from her, hoisting the male over his shoulder while A-Yuan cheers at being carried around so much. He starts recounting his story again, and this time the male seems to react to it, shifting his head slightly where it's resting against A-Ning's back to be able to see A-Yuan better. At least they can be certain that he's not actually dead.

They make it into the house and Popo doesn't even question what she's seeing, murmuring softly about how the spirits can be so unpredictable as she holds out her arms for A-Yuan. Wen Qing finds herself holding her breath as she waits for the male's reaction, but he lets go of the toddler's hand easily, crooked, broken fingers twitching as though trying to wave to him as he's carried into their bedroom and placed down onto A-Ning's bed. She doesn't even know where to start when it comes to treating him, but she lets herself fall into the routine she has always followed when treating patients. "Where does it hurt?" No answer. "Can you understand me?" A slow nod. "But you can't speak." Another slow nod. Sometimes A-Ning goes non-verbal, so she has become adept at picking up subtle reactions. She asks him to point to where it hurts the most, and a vague movement of those fucked hands in the direction of his chest - mangled holes with what looks like wet bark flakes stuck in the meat of his body - sends her cleaning what she can.

A-Ning gets to work on straightening and splinting the male's fingers while she works, and the male is so unreactive. If only if they could see his face, then they could see his reactions and be more gentle; as she thinks it, her hand reaches out to take off the porcelain mask. The hand that A-Ning isn't working on immediately shoots out, the grip on her wrist tight but not painful as those black crescent lines stare back at her, a clear warning. His bones press against the fragile skin of his fingers. A-Ning's own hand is gentle as it comes to rest on the male's forearm, and the male's head flicks over to stare at A-Ning instead, cocking to the side at what he finds there. "It's broken. We can fix it." Another beat with a lack of movement, before the boy's hand lets go of her wrist and she goes back to finishing the cleaning off, watching as it instead travels to trail over the moss-ridden crack that almost it into three uneven pieces. He hesitates for a moment, then reaches out with his now fully-splinted hand to cover A-Ning's eyes. It's clear what he's signifying.

"We can do it after we've done everything else." She promises, and he nods, offering his untreated, now even more injured, hand to A-Ning (his blood is so dark that it's almost black. She's suddenly scrutinising the black parts of his outfit a lot more closely). She herself moves on to beginning to remove the plants that are growing out of his skin. This gets a reaction from the boy. One second he's laying completely still, the next she's pulling out first little clump and he has a full-body jolt of sorts, fingers twitching as though trying not to clench in pain. She winces sympathetically, letting A-Ning assure him that they're sorry it hurts and that it won't take her long to get through it, trying to distract him while she starts picking out the plants as fast and efficiently as she can. She's had so many patients cry and sob at the smallest of pain, but there's something so visceral about seeing a boy who should be dead, who hasn't reacted to anything else they've done, unable to let out any sound of pain as she puts him through agony to help him.

After it's over and the male is now almost limp rather than the stiff but unmoving he had been before, A-Ning tries to cut the jester outfit off so they can see what damage lies beneath and bandage the injuries. This gains a similar sort of reaction to the mask, except it's quickly sated by A-Ning's quiet but sincere "we can make one just like it. This one's ripped and dirty." The boy insists on cutting it off himself though, fumbling with the knife in his unwieldy hands as he very carefully glides it down the very middle of his chest, as though - oh, he's trying to preserve as much of it as possible. Probably so they can accurately replicate it. Oh that's. She should not be getting so emotional over a patient, but he's just like how A-Ning was when he came back from the spirits of the battlefield, clinging desperately to the only things he had been allowed to keep - the clothes on his back. The boy's chest is covered in blood and there are thinner holes, tears in his skin like he had ripped something out.

His hair is shockingly long, falling around him and slipping to the floor as the outfit comes loose. That's going to have to be dealt with, it's a mess. However, it's easy to fall into the motions of cleaning and bandaging, letting A-Ning deal with the boy's legs while she sews up the larger gashes and lathers them with salves before tightly wrapping each bandage around his whole chest because there's just injuries everywhere, back and front. A-Ning gives him some of his clothes, and they're rather baggy but short at the same time but he doesn't seem to care too much, as though he knows they're waiting for him to take off his mask. He finally gestures for them to turn away, and they do so without any complaints. There are no sounds from anyone moving aside the light clunk of what is presumably the porcelain mask being placed upon the table beside them, and then two thumps to signal that he's done. Wen Qing turns around as A-Ning grabs the mask and finds that the boy has hidden his face in his hands, a singular gap between two of his fingers revealing a single (glowing? No, it's likely just the light) silver eye hidden in the shadows of his hair.

[peachiejeongin]

jisung with a trans masc reader coming out to jisung. also what if they're married and reader thinks jisung is straight and will want a divorce? 👉👈

The Vows Still Stand | Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x trans-masc!reader Genre: Slight angst, comfort Warnings: Coming out as trans-masc, mentions of anxiety, mentions of divorce Notice: Hello, my darling! So, this request was absolutely adorable, and I almost teared up writing it!! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do :)

Your hands were shaking.

Your breath was shallow.

Today was the day.

The day you would finally come out to your husband.

You and Jisung had not been married for an eternity—only about a year or so. For nearly half of this time, you felt as if you had been keeping a secret from him, and it was eating you alive.

You had always known deep down you were not a woman, or not an overly-feminine one at least; however, coming to terms with it over the last handful of months was an entirely different story.

You had tried to fight it, tried to assure yourself that you were just a tomboy. Yet as time went on and you slowly began to come to terms with your identity, you realized you could not lie to yourself or anyone else any longer.

You were trans-masc.

That was the real you, no matter how hard you tried to push it down.

Why had you tried so hard to conceal your identity, though?

One reason:

Your husband.

Despite the comfortability you were gaining in your identity, even if you were not fully out yet, you were absolutely terrified Jisung would leave you once you came out to him. He was straight—so you thought, at least; the two of you had never delved into sexuality during your relationship and just loved the other for who they were.

You prayed Jisung would now love you for who you are.

That the “I do’s” and “death do us parts” would still be viable, even once you revealed yourself to him.

You tried to postpone it for as long as you could, at least until you were sure you wanted to fully transition.

Now, you were sure, and that only scared you further.

How the hell were you supposed to tell Jisung that his wife wanted to be his husband?

You took a deep breath, lying down on your bed and turning over to face Jisung’s side.

He was at practice, but he was due home any time now.

You could only hope that his side of the bed would not remain as it was: empty.

You heard the door click open, and your heart rate spiked.

Oh God.

“Baby!” you heard his enthusiastic voice call from the entrance to your home. “I’m home!”

You quickly sat up, wiping your eyes and bringing your knees to your chest. Your heart was in your throat, your stomach in knots.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered to yourself, tears threatening to spill out again.

Before they could, the door to your bedroom opened slowly. Han peeked his head in, a bright smile upon his face.

Oh how you were convinced it was about to fade.

“There’s my wifey!” he called so happily, the nickname making you cringe internally. “How has your day been, my love?”

He shut the door behind him, setting down his things and making his way to snuggle you on the bed. As his arms looped around your waist, you responded:

“It was good.”

Your voice was shaky, quiet, cracking mid-sentence.

Completely unlike you.

And Jisung noticed.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking at your face for any sign that you were not telling the full truth. “You sound a little roughed up.”

“Um,” you stumbled, feeling your heart race once more. 

“Baby,” Jisung called, moving one of his hands from around your waist to your shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

You took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

“Actually, Ji, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m listening.”

You felt the tears pricking at your eyes. There was a lump in your throat, and your body felt as if it was trembling.

“Honey, you can tell me anything,” Jisung reassured as he saw your panicked state. “I’m still going to love you no matter what.”

“Are you sure about that?” you questioned, making Jisung furrow his eyebrows.

“Yes, love, I promise!”

“Okay.” You nodded, taking in another deep breath. “I think I’m…well, I don’t think, I know I’m…I’m trans-masc, Ji.”

The room was silent.

Han looked at you, expression unreadable, but he still nodded.

“Okay,” was all he said, his tone void of a mood.

“And I’ve known for a while,” you continued, voice cracking. “I was really scared to tell you because I wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. No matter how you feel, you’re completely valid, and um…i-if you want a divorce, I completely understand that, too—”

“Divorce?!” Han suddenly interjected. “Why on Earth would you think I would want a divorce?”

You froze, your eyes widening.

“B-because you’re straight,” you answered. “Wouldn’t it be weird dating a guy?”

“Who said I’m straight?” Han raised an eyebrow, letting out a light chuckle. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as Han took your hands in his.

“Baby, you are the love of my life. I am always going to accept you for who you are. Guy, girl, masc, fem, whatever! I love you! All of you! All that is going to change between us is that you’re going to be my hubby instead of my wifey.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks.

Happy ones this time.

“You promise?” you questioned, a small smile spreading across your face. Han lifted one of your hands up to his lips, kissing it lightly in response.

“I promise,” he assured. “I meant it when I said that only death will do us part.”

Instead of answering, you flung yourself into Han’s arms as his hands wrapped around you tightly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, tears staining his shirt. “You don’t know how much it means to me that this doesn’t change anything.”

“Of course, baby,” Han replied softly. “I could never stop loving you…unless you like, killed me or something.”

“Ji!” you playfully yelled, swatting at his arm lightly.

“Sorry!” Jisung giggled, holding you just a little bit tighter. “But seriously, I love you always…hubby.”

You let out a soft laugh, smiling brightly at that nickname.

“I love you too, dumbass.”

At the end of the day, your heart fluttered knowing that, no matter what, your vows with Han still stood.

ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @ᴀquazero

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[ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ? ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ, ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!]

[ghostly-bat]

Been thinking Superfam thoughts.

Supers who are impossibly good actors and even better liars. They have to be, after all

Damian meeting Jon for the first time and he's a bit unnerved.. He asks him questions Damian knows the answers to and tells him to try to lie. And he does and Damian would not be able to tell if he didn't know the answers and he's more than impressed.

Even more so when he actually sees him out and about, lying with a smile on his face, not even a moment of hesitation, not even a flinch.

He's sulky when he finds out their sparring sessions and fights are acted out too. He's embarrassed that it took him so long to figure out that the boy who could lift a cargo ship wasn't actually affected by his hits.

And when he asks him why he just fought he gets

"Because I like our stupid fights, you idiot"

Also, for your "Eldritch Kryptonians for the day", Kryptonians and pain

Pain is a warning signal to keep you alive. But Kryptonians can't die of blood loss (external or internal) their wounds can't get infected, they can't suffocate, they heal quickly and regenerate (yellow sunlight or not) and they aren't affected by extreme temperatures in any way (yellow sunlight or not).

So what would pain be to them?

Not the pain we know. And not accompanied by endorphins or adrenaline either (or, you know, the energy based Kryptonian equivalent). There's no need for that.

It would probably be dull and dry, just a way for their body to say "hey, something happened"

And when there's actually something that can cause pain to something closer that we know of (kryptonite, for example), instincts flare up immediately. The pain is dismissed by the brain and the only objective is to destroy whatever caused it or get you and whoever else is affected the fuck away.

That doesn't mean they're mindless though

One time Jon was stabbed with a Kryptonite knife, so he pulled it out and stabbed his attacker with it.

"Oh, what, it's not fun now?"

Also, here's an interaction between Jon and Clark that popped up in my brain that's been making me laugh

Clark: You lied? Who taught you to lie?

Jon, losing his shit: ....YOU DID!

Yes exactly! People always say Supers are bad liars but like?? You have to be a good actor when you could crush someone by accident. Of course Clark taught Jon how to lie—beautifully. How to make people feel safe around him. How to smile through everything. He’s terrifying and kind and that makes it worse.

[formulafanfics13]

The Secret Girlfriend - Chapter 8

Masterlist

Disclaimer:

This fanfic will contain mature themes and topics (smut, abuse, power imbalance, drug use, alcohol dependency, control, and eating disorders). There will not be warnings throughout, so if you proceed with this fic, please bear this in mind!

📰 FASHION HEADLINES

Vogue Runway "Anna Wintour Arrives with Lando Norris for Dior's AW24 Show" The unlikely front row pairing turned heads. Wintour appeared relaxed as she entered the venue with McLaren's F1 superstar, Lando Norris, whose attendance had not been officially announced by Dior or any PR sources.

Elle France "Lando Norris Is the Surprise VIP Guest at Paris Fashion Week" The 24-year-old driver, known more for his racing than his red carpet appearances, took a front-row seat beside Anna Wintour at today's show. Fans are now speculating whether the Brit is stepping into fashion's inner circle.

The Cut "Lando Norris Is Either Dating a Fashion Girl or Becoming One" What's more mysterious than an F1 driver showing up at Fashion Week? One who doesn't post about it. Norris, seated next to Anna Wintour (?!), didn't share a single photo. We'd call that a soft launch if there was anyone else in the frame.

GQ UK "Formula 1's Golden Boy Stuns at Fashion Week" Wearing loose black trousers, a red linen shirt and a black sweater draped across his shoulders, Norris served casual luxury at the Dior show. But it was Wintour guiding him gently through paparazzi with a hand on his back that really captured attention.

WWD (Women's Wear Daily) "Fashion's Newest Muse? Lando Norris Joins Anna Wintour at Dior" He didn't post. He didn't promote. He just arrived-looking hotter than expected. Social media has questions.

Harper's Bazaar "The Curious Case of Lando Norris: Dior Guest or Fashion Insider?" Fans continue to speculate about the mystery behind Norris' surprise appearance at Fashion Week. His close placement next to Wintour has tongues wagging - and no one has more questions than the F1 grid.

British Vogue (Online Exclusive) "Who Is the Woman Behind Lando Norris' Silent Fashion Debut?" With no tags, no captions, and no PR lead-up, Norris' attendance raised eyebrows - and his elevated style didn't go unnoticed. Sources inside the show say he arrived through a private entrance and was seen backstage before showtime.

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📱TWITTER/INSTAGRAM POSTS & TWEETS

@speedylilando why is lando norris sitting next to anna wintour at fashion week like it's career day 😭😭😭

@hautechaos lando norris in a custom linen fit and 7k watch at dior front row, guided in by anna WINT-fucking-OUR. i'm not okay.

@paparazziboi Anna Wintour putting her hand on Lando Norris's back to steer him like a small confused toddler is the only wholesome content I needed today.

@formulafashion The fact that Lando Norris is literally the only F1 driver who would pull this off without tweeting "so honoured to attend" 5 minutes later 😭 this man just disappears into elite society and acts like it's normal

@lilysrunwayslut not lando norris looking like a whole meal in the front row of dior and NOT TELLING US??? sir drop the skincare routine and the fashion girl you're clearly dating

@fuckthegrid it's giving sugar baby. it's giving my bf is walking the runway but I'm under strict NDA.

@diorstyledump the way anna was laughing with him like she's known him since birth?? no bc i need to KNOW who got lando into fashion

@gridoverlord wait what if he's dating a kardashian. what if he's secretly north's stepdad

@maxvercumsn no bc if lando's dating a model and hasn't told any of the other drivers and still lets them thirst over her instagrams... he's actually the most dangerous man alive

@itsjustfashionhun lando norris not posting anything, attending in silence, dressed to kill, laughing with anna wintour... i smell an NDA. I smell royalty. I smell FEAR.

@thegridconfessions lewis hamilton is gonna be PISSED he didn't get this invite and you can't tell me otherwise

@lando.jpg4 stopppp this picture of anna and lando laughing is so mother/son coded 😭😭😭 [picture attached: Anna Wintour in full black Chanel, seated next to Lando with one hand lightly on his back, both mid-laugh, flashes popping off around them.]

@formulawhore lando norris being mothered by anna wintour was not on my 2025 bingo card

@runwayracer him not posting the show but being front row is so suspicious. is he dating the show? anna? a model? the entire brand?

@chaoticbarbiex there is NO way lando norris just randomly showed up dressed like THAT next to anna fucking wintour for fun. where's the NDA. WHERE'S THE GIRLFRIEND.

@gridspice do y'all understand that anna wintour doesn't smile in pictures and this man had her giggling like a schoolgirl

@itsgivingcontract i don't even care who the girlfriend is. i just want her skincare routine. and access to whatever black amex got him into dior.

@carlossainz4life i have never once in my life seen lando dress like that and now suddenly he's in a €16k outfit next to fashion royalty?? this smells like coochie

@backstagebitch not me zooming in to try and read the reflections in his sunglasses to see who he's looking at backstage 🫣

@pierrenastydreams if lando norris is dating a model and still letting the entire grid talk about her tits like he doesn't know her biblically he's actually a villain

@charleslefreak petition to force lando to do a Vogue "get ready with me" so we can find the mystery bitch through his toiletries

@gnocchiboy guys what if he's dating GIGI 😭 she follows him. I'm spiraling. I'm dry heaving.

@gridsmutxo NEW THEORY THREAD 🧵: who is Lando Norris' mysterious Dior date? Buckle up. I've cross-referenced every model walking today's show and these are the top 4 contenders 👇

Pietra Pilão - Seen in Monaco 3 weeks ago. She follows him. He doesn't follow back. Suspicious.

Randi Hartman - Also walked the show. Wore red. Same color as Lando's linen shirt. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

Magui Corceiro - Classic rumor mill fave. Not at the show but spotted at Charles' yacht party with him last season.

Anna Wintour - Listen. She was touching his back like a protective MILF. I'm just saying.

Conclusion: He's either dating Randi or the entire Vogue enterprise. End of thread.

@landonaslut if lando's not fucking a model, why the fuck is he dressed like a chanel wet dream and sitting front row with anna wintour. the math isn't mathing.

@diorhaze why is no one talking about how no one talked about him being there??? no tag. no press shot. no pre-show announcement. he just materialised in gucci-level fit. the NDA is made of titanium.

@notmaxverstappensgf lando norris showing up at dior with his wristwatch matching his linen shirt, making anna wintour LAUGH, and then disappearing without posting... that's witchcraft. burn him at the stake.

@landoxdior what's his goal??? like what's his ENDGAME??? he didn't promo. he didn't hint. he didn't blink. this wasn't a soft launch this was a fucking power play

@tracktoprunway lando's the only man on the grid who could sit next to anna wintour and not smile like a puppy. the rest of them would be cumming in their tailored trousers

@feralgasly lando is dating someone that would make pierre kill himself and i think that's beautiful

@sluttyleclerc new theory: lando's girlfriend isn't even a model. she's anna's assistant. or her goddaughter. or someone who picked out that red shirt. SOMEBODY KNOWS SOMETHING

@vodkatronaut his wrist was bare last week. now it has a €7,500 timepiece. i'm not saying his girl bought it for him but i am saying i would

@daddydior if lando norris is dating one of the hadids and we never noticed i will eat my fucking steering wheel

@trendingtea GOSSIP UPDATE: Source at Dior says Lando Norris came in through the backstage VIP route and already knew the show order. Either he's dating someone who walked or Anna gave birth to him

@chaoticangel remember when he used to wear graphic tees with dinosaurs on them. now he's red linen and champagne silence. he's been corrupted by coochie

@charleslechoke you cannot tell me he's not getting his dick sucked by someone in the fashion world. men don't dress like that unless they're in love or being pegged by someone with a Vogue login

@gridrunners "oh maybe he's just into fashion now" BABE IF HE WAS INTO FASHION HE'D BE POSTING ABOUT IT. THIS MAN IS IN HIDING. HE'S HIDING SOMETHING.

@maxverstappussy lando norris is gonna be the reason the grid becomes a reality show. i want oscar to cry. i want pierre to spiral. i want chaos

@leclercslilwhore the fact that NO ONE KNOWS ANYTHING and he's just sitting there like "🙂" while anna wintour is mothering him... iconic.

@F1FBI FINAL THEORY (FOR NOW): he's dating someone VERY famous. so famous that they don't even need a debut. she's not being hidden. she's being protected. this is rich people silence. this is "i don't even need to soft launch because she's in ten perfume campaigns" silence.

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@dior: posts a blurry black-and-white of backstage @pierrenastydreams: IS THAT HER IN THE BACKGROUND @leclercslap: show her leg. show the wrist. show SOMETHING @barbarapalvin: 🫢 @landonorris: 🙃 @fentyangel: SHUT UP HES DOING IT ON PURPOSE

🖼 COMMENTS ON DIOR'S POST:

@barbarapalvin 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@gavi 🫣🫣🫣

@judebellingham 👀

@mclaren 👋

@kendalljenner Ugh why do you get Anna and I get Kris 😩

@charles_leclerc this is insane.

@pierregasly mans didn't even say anything 😭🧎‍♂️

@gigihadid YESSSS LANDO ❤️‍🔥

@landonorris  🙃

***

Back at the penthouse, Lily's reading the tweets aloud with a cherry vape in her mouth, tears in her eyes from laughter. Lando's scrolling his own tag, mouth twitching at the theories. He shows her one that claims he's dating "a secret Versace heir who's also an Olympic-level gymnast with an allergy to daylight." She chokes laughing.

Lando: "Should I post the back of your head?" Lily: "Post a fucking foot. Drive them insane."

They don't post anything. They go to bed. And the internet rots in silence.

***

WhatsApp Group Chat: "2023 Grid 🏎️🔥"

Pierre Gasly: 📸 [attaches three photos of Lando sat next to Anna Wintour at the Dior show] HELLO??? Lando what the ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS. You were in PARIS?????? Since when are you front row fashion???

Carlos Sainz: Wait wait wait You WENT TO DIOR??? Bro??? You didn't say a WORD???

Oscar Piastri: What is happening

Max Verstappen: Is that ANNA FUCKING WINTOUR

Charles Leclerc: You're not even looking at the runway. Are you watching someone? WHO ARE YOU WATCHING LANDO???

Pierre Gasly: WHO STYLED YOU WHO FUCKING STYLED YOU YOUR SHIRT MATCHES THE BACKDROP THAT'S NOT NORMAL TELL ME RIGHT NOW

Lando Norris: 🙂

George Russell: Don't "🙂" us you linen-wrapped enigma Are you dating Anna Wintour???

Lance Stroll: What if he is Kinda power move tbh

Esteban Ocon: The silence is suspicious. You are NEVER this quiet. Did someone bribe you to shut up? Do you have a PR clause?

Daniel Ricciardo: I NEED TO KNOW WHO HE'S DATING THIS IS GOING TO KILL ME

Lewis Hamilton: Before this chat combusts: I styled him.

Oscar Piastri: What.

Kevin Magnussen: WHAT

Valtteri Bottas: Lewis I'm not surprised but still. WHAT.

George Russell: Lewis. Brother. You knew this was going to cause chaos.

Lewis Hamilton: 🙂

Charles Leclerc: SOMEONE TALK

Pierre Gasly: EXCUSE ME?? YOU?? YOU STYLED HIM???

Lewis Hamilton: Yes. We went shopping in Monaco. He was very picky. He told me "no green, no suede, no velvet" and said they were instructions I respected the assignment.

Yuki Tsunoda: Who gave the instructions Lando doesn't have fashion instincts

Fernando Alonso: He's been dressing like a teenager for five years. Someone trained him.

Alex Albon: WHO IS TRAINING HIM WHO IS THE MYSTERY WOMAN WE KNOW IT'S A WOMAN

Oscar Piastri: We don't know that

Logan Sargeant: Shut up Oscar we KNOW

Sergio Perez: Is it Pietra Pilao? I read a gossip thing that said they were seen together

Max Verstappen: If it's Randi Hartman I'm quitting

Pierre Gasly: I have jerked off to literally everyone who walked that show and NONE of them are dating Lando. I would KNOW. I would FEEL IT IN MY BONES.

Lewis Hamilton: You all need therapy.

George Russell: Lando... just... blink if she's famous.

Lando Norris: 😐

Esteban Ocon: That was not a blink.

Pierre Gasly: THIS IS TORTURE You're telling me you sat next to ANNA FUCKING WINTOUR in a perfectly curated outfit and didn't tell a single one of us????

Lando Norris: Correct 😌

Max Verstappen: What the fuck kind of evil mastermind PR arc are you on I didn't even know you owned linen

Charles Leclerc: ARE YOU DATING SOMEONE FAMOUS JUST ADMIT IT

Lando Norris: 🙂

Pierre Gasly: I'm going to drive into a fucking wall

Carlos Sainz: Lando. Listen. This is your team. We love you. We want you to be happy. BUT WHO THE FUCK IS SHE

Oscar Piastri: He's not going to tell us. He's enjoying this.

Daniel Ricciardo: He has someone. He has someone GOOD.

Yuki Tsunoda: I hate how calm he is about it Like yeah I sat front row at a major fashion house with THE woman who invented fashion and I'm not gonna say shit

George Russell: We're never getting the truth

Lewis Hamilton: I've met her.

Everyone: WHAT??????????????

Max Verstappen: LEWIS YOU'VE MET HER???

Lewis Hamilton: Yup. Had lunch with them. She's sweet. Normal. Bit too good for him.

Lando Norris: Thanks mate 😌

Pierre Gasly: IM GOING TO COMBUST

Charles Leclerc: Please. Is she blonde? Is she brunette? Is she model? Singer? Actress?

Lewis Hamilton: I've said enough 😶

Oscar Piastri: I hate all of this

Valtteri Bottas: Who do we bribe to find out

George Russell: Anna Wintour.

Lance Stroll: Not joking. She looks like she'd squeal if you made her laugh.

Daniel Ricciardo: I would sell my soul to know what she whispered to him mid-show

Carlos Sainz: Plot twist: she's not a model She's a fucking spy

Lando Norris: I can neither confirm nor deny

Pierre Gasly: You know what. I hope she pegs you.

***

Groupchat: "F1 WAGs 🔥👠💅"

Carmen Mundt: HELLOOOOO Has everyone seen Vogue's post???

Heidi Burger: The one with Anna Wintour???

Kelly Piquet: WAIT I thought that was fake Is Lando actually sat next to her??

Kika Gomez: Real. Zoom in. That is his stupid little smirk and his real curls He's not even watching the runway I'm crying

Lily Zniemer: WHY is he there though??? Like... unannounced??? Undetected??? Sitting next to the most powerful woman in fashion???

Rebecca Donaldson: Carlos saw the post and screamed He dropped his smoothie

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: Charles yelled "WHAT THE FUCK" and ran to his phone I thought someone died Turns out his emergency was that Lando wore linen

Flavy Marla: Okay but does anyone know who the girl is?? Because this man is so clearly in love it's SICKENING

Lily Muni He: Alex said he's been styled by someone And not a stylist Like... a "she has instructions" kind of situation 👀

Kelly Piquet: Max won't shut up He's convinced it's that blonde girl Lando was spotted talking to in Spain last year She worked in PR or something?? I think her name was Sofia

Heidi Burger: Daniel says it's Pietra Pilao He's very sure

Carmen Mundt: George is spiralling He tried reverse image searching her nails in that one blurry shot where someone's hand is barely visible

Lily Zniemer: OKAY BUT HERE'S THE THING All of our men jerk off to the same five models. We know who they're obsessed with. And NONE of them think it's one of them.

Kika Gomez: Pierre said he jerks it to Dior girls "for the aesthetic" Like boy SHUT UP

Rebecca Donaldson: Carlos has Instagram notifications on for like four of them He swears it's for "runway inspo"

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: Charles thinks it's that Randi girl He said she liked one of his posts last year and that "means something" 💀

Kelly Piquet: Can we just address the real issue: Why is LANDO so quiet??? Why is Lando Norris the king of secrecy???

Flavy Marla: He's literally never this chill He talks like a golden retriever on espresso Now he's all smug and mysterious???

Lily Muni He: Anna Wintour touched his back Like guided him to his seat like he was her actual son

Kika Gomez: And then laughed She LAUGHED Anna doesn't laugh unless she's whispering a Vogue execution order

Carmen Mundt: Okay but who is this girl??? Let's list who we've ruled out:

Pietra

Randi

Sofia PR Girl

Magui Corceiro

That TikTok girl with the Dior sponsorship

The one from the Moncler shoot with Jude

That stylist from Lando's campaign

Lily Zniemer: I think we've ruled out every model we know of Unless she's a literal nobody

Rebecca Donaldson: She's NOT a nobody if Anna got him front row That's royal level favouritism

Kelly Piquet: Maybe it's like... a family friend situation?

Heidi Burger: Lando's never even taken a girl to a gala He doesn't do relationships And now this??

Carmen Mundt: So you're telling me This man has had a secret girlfriend  And no one caught on????

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: We were busy watching Max and Kelly trauma-bond every other race 😭

Kelly Piquet: EXCUSE ME

Lily Zniemer: Okay okay but hear me out What if it's someone completely random Like an art gallery assistant Or a coffee shop barista

Kika Gomez: Who ALSO knows Anna Wintour??? Okay girl what kind of espresso bar are you thinking of 😭

Rebecca Donaldson: The type that also lands you front row at Dior 💅

Flavy Marla: I literally can't sleep until we find out

Kelly Piquet: Let's cross-reference every model that walked the show Eliminate anyone who wasn't staring at Lando like they're in love

Carmen Mundt: Spoiler alert: that's all of them

Heidi Burger: Okay. Final theory. The girlfriend doesn't exist. Lando's just pulling a PR stunt To throw us off the fact he's secretly dating George

Lily Muni He: LMFAOOOO

Carmen Mundt: OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY BUT ICONIC AND A POSSIBILITY

Kika Gomez: I'm wheezing

Rebecca Donaldson: Someone get us Vogue's PR list One of us has to have a cousin who interns there

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: If she turns out to be some next-level secret model with royalty level pull I'm actually going to scream

Lily Zniemer: There is no way Lando Norris pulled a girl with actual clout

Carmen Mundt: Yeah like if it was Lily James or Kendall Jenner we'd all know right

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: LMAOOOOOO IMAGINE

***

Messages: Susie Wolff 💬 (sent between Susie and Lewis Hamilton)

Susie: Have you seen Twitter.

Lewis: I've seen everything. They think he's dating his barista 😭😭😭

Susie: Toto just asked if we should be worried that the entire internet is blind.

Lewis: THEY HAVE PHOTOS OF HIM SITTING NEXT TO ANNA. AND THEY'RE LOOKING AT HIS LINEN SHIRT LIKE IT'S THE MAIN EVENT.

Susie: They're comparing him to Harry Styles now. Apparently the "McLaren boy just walked out of Milan 2017" 💀

Lewis: I'm screaming. They really think he coincidentally landed front row at Dior. Next to the Queen of Condé Nast. Because of a tan shirt and cheekbones.

Susie: Toto says the modelling industry is clearly more chaotic than F1. He's both intrigued and terrified.

Lewis: Tell him I felt the same when I saw the cabinet of scented candles next to their bed.

Susie: You forgot the entire polaroid altar.

Lewis: No. No I didn't. That shit is burned into my brain. Every driver would combust.

Susie: Kika sent me Pierre's tweet. "Lando Norris is now a fashion icon??? What is going ON." He's spiralling.

Lewis: I'm 99% sure Carlos cried.

Susie: He did. Rebecca says he locked himself in the bathroom after Vogue posted.

Lewis: Bro. The WAGs think he's dating Sofia from PR. Or some stylist.

Susie: Toto just muttered "idiots" under his breath.

Lewis: He's not wrong.

Susie: We just rewatched her 2021 Balmain walk. Toto asked if we could adopt her again.

Lewis: He cannot collect models like drivers 💀

Susie: He says he wants her on the team. Quote: "She has the same instincts as Lewis. She just wears them in lace." 😏

Lewis: OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 I'm texting Lando that.

Susie: No. Let Lando suffer. He deserves the panic.

Lewis: You're evil. I love it.

Susie: I think she's drinking champagne and watching Twitter fall apart.

Lewis: Can you blame her?

Susie: Not even a little. Oh-Toto wants to know when they'll go public. He says it's selfish that only 23 people on Earth get to witness this.

Lewis: Honestly? He's right. But also... this is too fun. The world isn't ready for Lily James + Lando Norris.

Susie: They're not. And Toto says that's why he's ready to defend her like a daughter.

Lewis: She'd probably take him in a fight 😭 Have you seen the backstage videos??

Susie: She slapped a Dior assistant with a clipboard and they thanked her. Iconic.

Lewis: No but seriously- What are we going to do when someone does figure it out?

Susie: Hope it's not Pierre. He'll have a stroke.