#everyone is confused and no one has answers

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

note: first time writing after five years, please be kind. (im also new in using Tumblr idk how to use this lawrd)

It takes a strong woman to love Sylus.

Someone who can carry themselves, someone that doesn't need to be always under surveillance. Someone that can fight. Someone that is worthy to be by his side.

And somehow, you were that someone.

You didn't even know what you did that attracted him to you. Despite not being ugly, you're not a head turner also. You remember asking Sylus about what he saw in you that made him fall in love and he just smirked at you before turning around to toy with his guns and cleaning them.

“You're calm, serene, quiet. Just someone I need. Don't worry your pretty little head about it, little fox. I love you because I love you. You don't need to find explanations in everything."

At that moment, it made your heart stop in a good way. You always believed that someone like Sylus would see you, look at you, and pay attention to you but here he is. Just at an arm's reach.

No matter how everyone warns you that a bad man cannot love, yet you find yourself falling deeper and deeper and you know for certain that Sylus will be there to catch you when you fall.

Loving Sylus comes with its pros and cons. For one, you know that you're safe and in danger at the same time. Living in Onychinus as Sylus's girlfriend made you realize that you are protected yet always under the watchful eyes of your boyfriend's enemies.

Luke, Kieran and even Mephisto guards every move you make just to make sure that you're not harmed.

It's not like you can't fight for yourself, but with them beside you, you don't even have to. That's another perk of being Sylus's “little fox" as he so dearly calls you.

To be honest, you feel like it's more of a benefit than a hassle to be so close to him. Because aside from the many things in your advantage that he can provide, you found a family.

The twins may always cause ruckus, or Mephisto always giving you a heart attack every time he sneaks on you, they're your family.

Being with Sylus gave you something that no amount of money or influence can give. With him, with them, you felt like you belonged.

But then, beautiful dreams can still turn into nightmares.

You didn't really intend to overhear their conversation … or rather, Sylus's command to Mephisto.

“Follow her, report every detail. I don't want one step not taken into account,” he said.

You wouldn't mind it if it were normal circumstances. You're not really the jealous type — or rather, he didn't give you enough reasons to be jealous.

But as you look at him, you can see the somber look in his eyes. For a split second, you can even tell that he might actually cry before masking it.

You watched him as he let his walls break for a moment. No he didn't cry but you can see how his jaws are clenched and his hands are trembling. He is in deep turmoil and him not aware of your presence watching him is enough proof of that.

You felt an impending doom approaching, but you quickly shut them out. You will wait until Sylus tells you what's going on.

Maybe next morning?

Next week?

In a month?

Who knows.

So you waited and waited. But too much time has passed and he never brought it up.

Not until the answer willingly came knocking on Onychinus’s doorstep.

Miss Hunter.

Miss Hunter is a formidable fighter, that much you can say. She's not gonna beat Sylus in hand to hand combat, but she sure can put up a fight and you can see how that pleased Sylus. To be fair, it's hard for him to find an opponent in a place where is the strongest.

So you watched.

You watched from the sidelines as he frustratedly kept trying to resonate with her. You watched his pained face when he was told that she might be subconsciously disgusted by him and that prevents them from maximizing their battle potential.

It hurts, yes, you're a human after all. But you have enough trust in him and you come to the conclusion that Miss Hunter is someone that is a vital part of Sylus's much greater plan.

Whether you say that to yourself because you truly believe it or you're trying to convince yourself that there's nothing deeper going on.

No one knows.

Not even you.

“Sylus?" you called.

"Hmm?” you heard him hum from across the room of his study. He's on his swivel chair, eyes closed but surely not asleep.

It's the middle of the night and you're sure that he is awake. So you came here quickly after setting your alarm just to see him.

It's been a while since you two get to be alone and spend some time as a couple. He is always busy. Always on the phone, always on edge. It's like any time now he is going to explode. So as a good girlfriend, you came to him tonight to offer some kind of peace.

You kissed his temple before standing behind his chair and giving him a soft massage. You felt his muscles release tension and he relaxed in your arms.

“You've been working so hard lately, even the strongest men need to rest too, you know?" you said.

"I can't, sweetie.” he replied, sounding tired. "There's much that I need to do."

“Is it too much that you can't even spare your poor girlfriend a few hours for just one night?” you teased.

“You know that's not what I meant, Little Fox,"

“Then come to bed. Just for tonight. You won't function well if you're not getting the right amount of sleep. Even Mephisto needs rest so he won't overheat.” you insisted now facing him.

“That's not how he works," he grumbled but didn't say anything after. He just hugged your waist and leaned his head on you. You melted because of it.

Most people see him as terrifying and heartless but when you see him like this, you know that he's just like everyone else. He gets tired, he gets upset.

Combing your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheeks to make him look at you, “Come and rest with me. Nothing bad will happen. Stop devising strategies in your head, boss man. I believe in you.”

That seemed to do it. He sighed and got up holding your hand and dragging you to your shared bedroom.

And no matter how he tries to act that he is not tired, he immediately falls asleep as soon as you kiss him goodnight.

You looked at his sleeping form and despite how weak you are compared to him, you wanted to protect him and this little vulnerability that he shows you.

Part 2

[klaus-littlestwolf]

I Will Always Protect You-Alpha!Klaus M.

This is a High School, All Human AU

Y/n has been on suppressants all her life and isn’t interested in finding her Alpha. When she accidentally ends up without them and discovers who her Alpha is almost immediately, will she be able to deal with it? Can Klaus be the Alpha she needs? Can he help her through her trauma and convince her to let him in? After all of her trauma thanks to Alphas all her life she is scared to give him a chance but Klaus is determined to be a better Alpha than his father was and he is determined to never let anything hurt his Omega ever again.

Warning: Mentions of past SA, mentions of being in a psychiatric facility, wrong medications taken, Slight Daddy kink

Most Omegas would tell you that there’s a lot of things that suck about being an Omega, however in Y/n’s opinion the absolute worst thing, was the side-effects of the suppressants. For her the cramps were the worst, though she also got horrible migraines during the time that would be her heat and the one thing that was a universal symptom? They effect your sense of smell.

The suppressants keep your heat away and suppress your scent so that people assume you are a Beta. It makes it impossible for an Alpha to find their Omega, but they also make it impossible for an Omega to find their Alpha. Eventually every Omega needed to gamble with stopping the medication and finding their Alpha, though Y/n didn’t have any current plans of doing that.

In her experience all Alphas were monsters. Her father hadn’t been her mothers mate, he had been an asshole that decided to take what he wanted and her mother ended up pregnant. It had ruined her mother. She ended up in and out of psych wards while her parents raised Y/n and to this day she is in a psychiatric facility and Y/n’s grandparents take care of her. They were pretty hands off for the most part, living their own retired lives and while she was happy for them she got lonely a lot.

Secretly she did dream of what it could be like. Meeting her Alpha and him being a nice guy, the kind of Alpha that worships his Omega, is a possessive, protective, loving man that never wants her out of his sight. But of course that’s not how life works, and that’s not how most Alphas are in her experience. Alphas are assholes, they’re cocky bullies that think they’re stronger and better than everyone else-they’re always jocks, and they live for having cute Omegas throw themselves at them.

That wouldn’t be her. She would never be the Omega that stops taking her suppressants. Well…at least not on purpose she wouldn’t.

Y/n didn’t notice anything wrong until 3rd period. She was feeling surprisingly well which was strange, usually after taking her medication she didn’t start feeling better from the cramps and achyness until after lunch but today she was doing great. In retrospect that should have been a sign.

After 3rd period she noticed that everyone in the hallway was staring at her, some of them in surprise and some of them clearly trying to flirt with her which was disturbing. As she got to her locker she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out to see that it was her grandma calling which was strange. She never called during school, in fact she was dead set against phone use in school where you should be learning and so she answered it, worry settling in her stomach.

‘Hello? Gram? Is everything alright?’ She asked, shoving her books into her bag and pausing, waiting to see if she needed to grab her bag and leave for some emergency.

‘Honey, are you okay? How are you feeling?!’ She asked, clearly worried and that just confused Y/n even more.

‘Yeah, actually I feel great. What’s going on?’

‘Well, your grandfather seems to have accidentally switched the medications last night. He poured the new bottle of Tylenol into your suppressant bottle on the counter and poured your new suppressants into his Tylenol bottle. You feel great because you took Tylenol this morning and not your suppressants. Your grandfather however did take one of them and he is in the ER right now. He’s okay!’ She rushed the last part out before Y/n started worrying. ‘He’s just having some issues with a migraine and some severe hormone spikes…they are a bit worried about his blood pressure but they said it’s most likely fine. He’s getting some medications in an IV, can you get yourself home? I can come and get you if-‘

‘No! No, stay with him. I’m coming to the hospital, I’ll be there as soon as I can in an Uber. I’ll see you soon.’ She sighed, hanging up and rushing to grab the books she would need, shoving them into her backpack and running to the stairs.

She had just gotten down to the ground floor when she nearly ran directly into Marcel. The football team had a game tonight so the whole team got to wear their jerseys and they always spent those days being the biggest assholes possible though Y/n had absolutely no time for it today.

‘Woah! Y/n, you smell amazing! I never would have guessed!’ He smirked, stepping closer as 6 of his team mates looked her over and took in her scent curiously. ‘Definitely wouldn’t have pegged you for the type to come to school like this.’ She rolled her eyes, trying to take a step around him but he stepped in front of her quickly. ‘You know, we have a game tonight. What do you say you come and wear my jacket, I would love to have you as my sweet Omega cheerleader tonight.’

‘No thank you, excuse me. I’m leaving-‘ she finally got around him only for Lucien to grab ahold of her waist and pull her close with a cocky smile. The feel of his hand on her made her excited, her body wanting to get closer against her will.

‘It’s alright, no one is willing to cheer for his losing ass. He’s right though, you would be the cutest little cheerleader. I’ll even pick you up, why don’t you give me your number and-‘

‘I’m sorry, I really have to go.’ As she turned this time it was Damon in her face with that bitchy smirk she had seen a million times, Trevor was behind him and the Alpha smells seemed to hit her all at once, her head spinning as she backed away, hitting a wall and whining. ‘Please stop…’ she whimpered, overwhelmed with their scents and surrounded by Alphas that any other day she would hate but today seemed intriguing.

The dizziness overwhelmed her and she slid down the wall onto her butt, trying to clear the foggy feeling in her head. ‘Let us help you. You can come to lunch with us, I’m sure eating something will make you feel better.’ Damon told her, kneeling in front of her and taking her hand.

‘Yeah, just let us help you-‘

‘Get Away From Her!’ A loud growl suddenly roared out and all of the Alphas jumped back and stepped away quickly. She moved to stand up though it didn’t happen, as she nearly tripped over her own feet, looking up to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes in front of her.

Klaus Mikaelson was crouched down in front of her with a worried look on his face and suddenly there was only one scent…only one smell in the whole world that she ever wanted to smell again. Pine trees and a rainy forest on a cloudy day. It smelled fresh and clean, all of the Alpha musk being gone and her head clearing slowly.

‘Are you alright? Come on, let’s get you out of here.’ He took her bag and lifted her back to her feet.

‘Klaus, bro, we didn’t know.’ Marcel mumbled, suddenly quiet as they all were. They knew they had fucked up. Flirting with an Omega was fine, though overwhelming them until they can’t think straight was typically frowned upon. Flirting with the Omega of an Alpha you know, God forbid one you’re friends with, that was a big no-no.

‘Yeah man, we would never-‘

‘Get the fuck away from me.’ He hissed, pulling his jacket from his shoulders and helping Y/n to pull it on.

‘Come on man-‘

‘Marcel, you have that college scout coming to see you play at next weeks game, don’t you? Well if you don’t get everyone out of here right now I will ensure I never pass the ball to you the entire game and I will make sure Enzo and Kai help me after this fucking bullshit!’

The threat, it seemed, was immediately enough as Marcel grabbed Damon and Lucien, shoving them away. ‘Let’s go!’ He shouted at the rest of them, not looking back as they hurried off down the hallway.

‘Are you alright now? Still light headed?’ He worried but she shook her head.

‘I’m okay…thank you.’

‘Of course. I will always protect you…are you leaving?’ He asked, holding up her bag and she nodded, finally seeming to think again.

‘Yes! Fuck! I have to go!’ She realized, making her way towards the doors with Klaus still beside her, his arm holding her waist and keeping her against him, still worried she would fall again.

‘What’s wrong? Are you not happy? I mean, you wanted to find me, right?’ He wondered, now worried that maybe that wasn’t his Omegas intention after all.

‘No! No, my medicine got switched, turns out I took Tylenol today and my grandpa took my suppressants, he’s in the hospital.’

‘Oh my God! Is he okay? Do you need me to take you there?’ Klaus offered, genuinely seeming worried which gave her a happy feeling in her chest but she shook her head.

‘No, I’m um-I’m getting an Uber-‘

‘No. An Uber will take forever and I’m not risking you getting an asshole Alpha driving you around. Come on, my car is this way.’ He pointed, taking her hand and leading her to the Range Rover, opening her door, helping her in and putting her bag in the back before closing her door, running around to his side. ‘What did they say, what’s wrong with him?’ He asked as he drove out of the parking lot and turned towards the hospital.

‘He has a migraine and his hormones are everywhere but my grandma said they’re worried about his blood pressure…I should have noticed! Why didn’t I pay attention, I didn’t even look!’ As she sat in Klaus’ car she finally had a moment to think and it wasn’t helping her at all.

‘It’s not your fault Y/n, it was an accident. He didn’t notice either, they probably looked similar if they got switched in the first place. He’s going to be okay.’ Klaus reached out, taking her hand in his again and lacing their fingers together.

‘Thank you…for everything, I-I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.’

‘Enzo or Kai would have done the same thing, you would have been fine. They’re assholes but they wouldn’t hurt you, it’s like a game to them to date the pretty new Omega whenever there’s a new student or someone stops the suppressants. Not all of us are dicks though.’ Y/n immediately thought back to her mother and how she had warned her against Alphas her whole life, how she had terrified her of Alphas when she was a small child and she had been wary ever since. She knew there were good Alphas out there and for the first time in her life she actually found herself hoping that her Alpha would be one of those, because he really seemed to be.

‘I know that…my experiences have just been less than ideal.’ He looked over at her as he stopped at a red light and he could feel her fear in his chest. Klaus hated it immediately.

‘What happened?’ He found himself actually asking, squeezing her hand as she looked at him. ‘I can’t promise you that I will always be perfect, but I can promise that I will never leave you. I’ve been hoping to find you since the day I presented, I promised myself I would be so much better than my asshole father and mother who find their joy in cheating on each other…I want to make you happy…tell me you’ll let me try?’

Y/n could feel his honesty, and she could feel how desperate he was. For the first time in her life she realized that she wanted to trust someone. ‘My father isn’t my mothers Alpha.’ She admitted, Klaus’ face falling as he understood what she meant immediately. ‘She apparently had a breakdown after finding out she was pregnant. My grandparents got custody of me when I was a toddler once they found out we were living in her car…I don’t remember that much, just bits and pieces. She was in and out of different psych wards all the time. She’s in a hospital now, she’s been there for the last 4 years.’ Klaus was horrified. The idea that an Alpha could do that to an Omega, one that’s not theirs, to hurt them just for the fun of it and destroy their lives. He never wanted to let Y/n out of his sight again. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you th-‘

‘No! No, I’m glad you did…I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, that your mother had to…I will never let anyone hurt you Y/n. I will do everything I can to be the Alpha that you need.’ She didn’t say anything back, she just moved to lean over the center console and rest her head on his shoulder. He kissed her head gently, and they sat there in silence for the next 3 minutes until he pulled in at the ER, parking the car quickly and running in with her, stopping in the waiting room before she turned around.

‘I don’t want to go alone…what if he’s…what if he’s not okay?’ She choked, tears finally falling and Klaus stepped forward quickly and pulled her to his chest. He held her as he walked up to the front desk.

‘Hello, we’re here to see a patient here, what’s his name, love?’ Klaus asked and Y/n was both a little surprised and relieved that he didn’t refer to her as “Omega” like many Alphas do in public.

‘Arthur Harrison. He’s my grandfather.’

‘Okay. He’s in room 8, it’s down the hall to the right. I’m sorry sir but it’s only family in the room, you’ll have to wait in the waiting area.’ She said and Klaus tightened his grip on her waist, not wanting to leave her.

‘No, he’s um, he’s my Alpha so he is family.’ Y/n insisted, not waiting for a response before she walked down the hall, pulling him along with his hand tightly in hers. She hesitated outside the room and Klaus moved to peek into the doorway, seeing her grandparents talking quietly before smiling at her and pushing her gently towards the doorway.

‘Oh honey! Thank God you’re here, I was about to call the school when you didn’t answer your phone!’ Her grandmother said, standing up and moving to hug her tightly.

‘Sorry, it’s in my bag and it’s still on silent cause of school…are you okay?’ Y/n asked, looking at her grandfather with tears in her eyes prompting him to sit up, gesturing her to come and hug him which she did. ‘I’m so sorry! I should have looked at the medications closer, I didn’t even-‘

‘None of that! It’s not your fault hun, you didn’t do anything wrong! I’m the one who fucked it up. I’m so sorry, are you alright? Please tell me you got out of school before anything happened?’ He was clearly worried, holding her hands tightly as he waited for an answer, her grandmother back in her chair now looking at her too.

‘I’m okay. There was a few assholes when I was leaving that kind of cornered me-‘

‘What?! I’ll kill them! I swear to God-‘

‘No, it’s okay, I…my Alpha saved me.’ She admitted and they both looked at her, clearly surprised. ‘He drove me here when I told him what happened, he-‘ she looked back to the door, standing up and moving to the door quickly when she didn’t see him, immediately scared that he had left. He was leaning against the wall and clearly waiting for her. ‘What are you doing?’ She laughed, taking his hand and pulling him into the room.

‘I didn’t want to disturb you. Hello, I’m so glad to see that you’re alright sir, she was very worried.’

‘I’m sure. It was very nice of you to bring her here. I’m Arthur.’ The older man greeted him, holding his hand out to shake which Klaus did promptly.

‘I’m Klaus. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.’

‘Alright, no more of that “sir” crap, kid. You call me Arthur, I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of you…if you hurt my little girl I will kill you, you hear?’ He nodded quickly.

‘I understand. I would rather die than hurt her, the thought turns my stomach.’

‘That’s good to know…what happened at the school? She minimizes things, thinks we can’t handle ‘em but I want the truth.’ He insisted, his eyes hard as he waited for him to respond.

‘Grandpa, I told you-‘

‘I’m asking him.’ Klaus looked back at Y/n who looked embarrassed but he couldn’t lie.

‘It was a group of Alphas from the football team. They were just flirting, they do it all the time. Make an Omega flustered, flirt with her and see which one can get her to come to the game wearing his jacket that night. It’s usually harmless, the Omegas at school know what they’re getting into but they overwhelmed her very quickly. I assume it was also the first thing she was really smelling and it was 6 Alphas in her face all at once.’ Her grandfather didn’t look happy with the idea of those boys picking on his granddaughter but there was one thing bothering him more at that moment.

‘Those jackets anything like the one she’s wearing right now?’ He asked, Klaus looking at Y/n and realizing what he was thinking right away.

‘Grandpa!’

‘It’s okay, love. Yes, that’s my football jacket. I’ve never participated in that shit, it’s only 6 of them that find it entertaining. I gave her my jacket after I realized what was going on, I thought it would help if she only smelled me before I got them to leave.’

‘How did you do that? Most Alphas I know don’t get chased off easily.’

Klaus shook his head. ‘Not usually. They realized she was my Omega and they apologized to me, tried to make it seem like no big deal. I just reminded one of them that has a college scout coming to the game next week and that I’m the one who decides if he catches any passes all night and whether he looks amazing or like an idiot. They left pretty quickly after that.’ A moment of silence passed before the old man began laughing. He was laughing so hard it actually concerned them for a moment until he calmed down.

‘Good job son. I like you. You’re welcome in our home whenever you’d like.’

‘Th-Thank you sir-Arthur! I appreciate it. Oh!’ Klaus chuckled as he was hugged by Y/n’s grandmother as soon as he turned around.

‘You’re a good boy. It’s nice to have a good Alpha around our girl…you protect our girl, do you hear me?’ She whispered the last part forcefully with her hands holding his face and he did hear her, loud and clear.

‘With my life ma’am.’ He swore before she pulled away, squeezing his cheeks and making him blush.

‘It is really nice to have a good Alpha.’ Y/n smiled, holding his hand from where she sat on the end of the hospital bed. ‘So when can you get out of here?’

‘Oh, they want to keep me overnight to make sure there’s no more side effects. Bein’ a buncha’ worry warts in my opinion. But you kids should get outta here, no use in you bein’ cooped up in this hospital too!’ He insisted.

‘Are you sure? I’m happy to stay and hang out with you-‘

‘Actually…’ Klaus spoke up, knowing her grandpa doesn’t want her staying here and deciding to just go for it and ask her out. ‘I’ve got a few hours but I have a game tonight and um…well, you’re already wearing my jacket so do you think maybe you’d like to come? I don’t know how much you like football but you can sit with my friends Omegas on the sidelines and I can take you to dinner afterwards…if you’d like to, you don’t have to-‘ Y/n cut him off quickly, standing up and pressing her lips against his.

‘That sounds like fun…are you okay with that? I don’t know how long you’re staying.’ Y/n spoke to her grandma who was grinning like an idiot.

‘I will probably just stay here tonight, you go! Go enjoy the game and have fun! You make sure she gets home alright.’

‘Yes ma’am.’ Klaus turned to Y/n after she hugged them goodbye. ‘If we leave early we can bring them some dinner from somewhere.’ Klaus proposed and Y/n smiled, pecking his lips again quickly, adoring how sweet he was to think about her grandparents in such a way.

‘Would you like some dinner from that diner down the street? I’ll get your favorites, bring you some things you need from home?’ She offered which seemed to bring her grandmother some sense of relief.

‘Please? My glasses and my yarn bag, make sure my needles are in it as well as my Patterson novel from the table please?’

‘Okay, do you need anything?’ She asked her grandpa who nodded.

‘Bring me my book from my table. And make sure you switch the pills back so this doesn’t happen again and so you have your suppressants back.’

‘I will do that. We’ll be back in a few hours with dinner.’ She promised before taking Klaus’ hand and walking out of there and back out to his car.

‘Are you going to start taking them again?’ Klaus asked as she directed him to her house which was only a few streets over from the hospital.

‘Honestly I hadn’t even thought about it…it’s a comfort to know that other Alphas don’t know that I’m an Omega.’ She told him and he understood but he didn’t want her to take them anymore.

‘I would never let anyone hurt you, you know that, right? You’re mine now, my Omega, my little Bunny. I will never let another Alpha anywhere near you! Never!’ He insisted as he parked the car and hopped out to make his way around to her side. ‘No!’ He shouted as she opened her door. ‘Shut it! Shut the door!’ He demanded and she looked confused as she closed the car door just for him to open it. ‘I help you out of the car, it’s my job. Like how I pump the gas, my little Bunny doesn’t pump gas. I would literally rather you leave my car on E and I have to go to the gas station first thing in the morning rather than knowing that you went to a gas station and put gas in the car. Gas stations are dangerous, you will never be in one unless you’re waiting in the passenger seat like a little Princess.’ He swore and she couldn’t help but giggle as he lifted her out now carrying her in his arms to the front door before putting her down and letting her unlock it.

‘I have to get their stuff but I know you are gonna have to get ready at home so we can grab everything here and go back to your house so you can take your time and get ready before we get them dinner. I’ll call in the order so it’ll be ready when we get there.’ Klaus nodded, grabbing the book from what he assumed was her grandfathers table and handing it to her as she packed it into her grandmas bag.

‘Sounds good.’

‘Then I was thinking…maybe, if you wanted…you could pack a bag and stay here after the game tonight? I don’t want to be alone…and I wanna snuggle.’ He looked down at her surprised before smiling excitedly.

‘That sounds like so much fun. I would love to have a sleepover with you.’ He told her, his hands finding her waist and pulling her to his body to kiss him. Y/n lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands slowly moved down from her hips to her butt, squeezing her firm ass and enjoying the moan that he drew from her. Y/n pushed Klaus backwards, dropping into the recliner as his legs hit it, his eyes widening as she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. ‘Y/n, you know don’t have to-‘ she cut him off, kissing him once again, trailing her lips down his jaw to his neck until she found his scent gland and promptly wrapped her lips around it. The growl that came from his throat was so loud she briefly considered if the neighbors had heard it. ‘My God Bunny! Fuck! Spent all your life never thinking you’d have an Alpha, now you’re a needy, horny little slut aren’t you? All mine, my pretty Omega slut!’

‘Yes…yours…’ she mumbled against his neck. ‘Can I?’ She mumbled.

‘Aww, my little Bunny doesn’t want me going out again until I have her mark on me, hmm? I’ve got myself a jealous little mate, haven’t I?’

‘No!’ She hissed as she pulled away, Klaus’ hand snatching the back of her neck, his claws sinking into her flesh and making her whimper as he yanked her back.

‘I don’t like liars Bunny. I don’t care if your jealous, honestly it’s hot. You can be a possessive, jealous, needy little whore all day every day, but don’t you fucking lie about it! Got it?’

‘Yes.’ She continued whimpering.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes Daddy!’ His grip on her neck eased up as he heard what she had said and her eyes flew open as she realized what she had said. ‘Alpha! Alpha-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!’

Klaus’ eyes darken as he looks up at her, his hand snatching her throat tightly and shoving her back, pinning her onto the carpet, his hips pushing as hard into her as he could to keep her legs apart around his waist. She could feel his hard cock pressed against his jeans and she whines, desperate to see if it’s as big as it feels. ‘I’m going to let that lie go because I know you’re embarrassed but that’s the only time, do you understand?’ He asked and she nodded promptly. ‘No more embarrassment, okay? We will enjoy each others kinks together. If you want to call me Daddy, then I will be Daddy for my precious little Bunny. Daddy already wants to take care of you so it’s perfect…say it.’

‘Daddy…’ she muttered out a whisper.

‘Oh come on Bunny, you can do better than that. I’m not letting you go to the game, or to my house with my siblings around without my mark on you, so Daddy is gonna sink my fangs into this perfect little neck of yours…what do you think about that?’

‘Yes! Yes, please Daddy?! Please mark me?! Want everyone to know that I’m yours…you want it too?’ she questioned, blushing cheeks making Klaus smile. He loved it when she was a blushy little thing.

‘Damn right I do. I’m not going to that game unless I have your mark on my neck too…Perfect little girl for her Alpha. Waited for me like a good girl all these years…my good girl.’ As Klaus leaned back down she bore her throat to him, giving him a victorious feeling as the only Alpha his Omega will ever bare her throat for. He knows that for Y/n this is something very special and she already knows that she wants him. ‘I’m the luckiest Alpha in the world.’ He mumbled before sinking his fangs into her perfect, soft skin right over her scent gland. He sunk his teeth as deeply as he could and though he hated her pain filled whimper, he knew he would cherish this moment forever. After another moment he pulled his fangs back, grabbing onto her thighs that were around his waist and sitting up on his knees with her on top of him. He held her up, hands massaging her ass and producing a filthy moan before she leaned close and dug her sharp little fangs into his scent gland making him grunt. ‘Sharp little fuckin’ fangs, precious Bunny…’ he hissed, allowing her to sit like that for as long as she wanted which was about 5 minutes.

When marking their mate they inject venom into the bite so that the mark never fully heals, also injecting their scent that will linger for several days to a week. Alphas venom is strong smelling and so they don’t have to inject very much into the bite, Betas are the same, Omegas however are not. Their venom has their scent but it is slight and therefore they need to inject a larger amount of venom until their mate carries their scent. Klaus would have happily sat there for an hour if that’s what his Omega needed to mark him properly.

She eventually began taking her nails through his hair and scratching his scalp roughly. It was fucking delicious and he couldn’t keep his moans in if he tried (which he didn’t). ‘So good Omega, make your Alpha feel so good.’ He rumbled, her fangs receding from his flesh before she pressed her lips to his roughly.

‘My Alpha is so good to me, so patient. Letting me mark you up so good. Thank you Alpha.’ She praised and he pecked her lips once more before lifting her up and setting her onto the recliner. ‘Wait, I should get-‘

‘You sit down and let Alpha take care of you.’ He told her before standing up straight and falling forward as his head spun. Y/n was quick, catching him and easing him down onto the chair which she thanked God was there or she definitely would have dropped him. She needed to inject him with much more venom than he did her and dizziness is often a side effect for several minutes at least.

‘Now you sit and let me pamper you.’ She giggled, hopping up and making her way to the kitchen where she got him a juice box and 2 of her grandmothers freshly baked cookies. ‘Drink Daddy, it’ll make you feel better.’ He groaned, pulling her to his side and feeding her a bite of the cookie before eating it himself and moaning at the wonderful taste. ‘Yeah, my grandma can bake! Don’t worry, marking is the only time I will insist on babying you, every other moment is all yours.’ She giggled, kissing his nose sweetly before hopping up. ‘You eat those, I’m gonna get my grandpa some clean clothes and change for the game. I’ll be right back. Don’t get up until the dizziness is gone. You could hurt yourself and then you won’t be playing in any game.’

He rolled his eyes but nodded none the less. ‘Okay Bunny, I’ll wait right here.’ And he did just that. She was upstairs for about 20 minutes before coming back down in a pair of tight red jeans and a tight long sleeved black top that she had cutely painted his number on. ‘Are you ready to go?’

‘Are you?’ She asked, giggling before he stood and took the bag from her, making to move to his car.

‘Let’s go Omega!’ With that he led her out of the house and to his car where he took her to his home instead, taking his time to get ready for his game.

Klaus held his Omegas hand tightly in the crowd of people, not willing to lose her here as they walked onto the field and down the side to where the team sat on the sidelines.

‘Are you sure I should be on the field? I don’t want to cause a problem or-‘

‘You wont, I promise. You are going to stay with Enzo and Kai’s Omegas beside the team. Coach lets them stay there so they don’t have to be alone in the bleachers. I don’t want you up there.’ He told her, walking passed his team mates and over to a bench with 2 other girls and 2 players in their uniforms.

‘Hey Klaus! You made it, we were worried! Heard what happened earlier, everything okay?’ One of the guys asked, everyone now paying attention as Klaus greeted the 2 team mates with some kind of handshake.

‘Yeah, all good. I don’t want them anywhere near her, but we’re okay. It’s alright if she joins you girls, right?’ He asked and the Omegas both smiled excitedly.

‘Of course! We’re always happy to have another friend to keep warm with on the bench.’ One of them joked, both laughing though Y/n could see they were bundled up as it got colder, the sun setting quickly now.

‘I didn’t even consider that. Oh fuck, it’s gonna be cold!’ She laughed though she was concerned as Klaus kissed the side of her head.

‘Don’t worry love, I came prepared.’ He spoke, opening his bag as the girls sat on the bench. ‘This is Bonnie and Vicky and their Alphas, Enzo and Kai. They’re my best friends, you’ll see them a lot.’

‘It’s nice to meet you. Glad there’s some guys on the team that aren’t complete assholes. It’s great to meet some mated Omegas too, most of them are uh…’

‘Sluts. The word you’re looking for is sluts.’ Vicky laughed, pointing down the fence to see several girls practically naked and flirting with Marcel and Lucien hard.

‘I was trying to be nicer but yeah, that’s the word.’ She chuckled before Vicky and Bonnie led her to the bench.

‘We have some blankets here that you can share, we always snuggle up here while they play. You’re gonna be here from now on, right?’ Bonnie asked and Y/n looked back to see Klaus looking up with a hopeful face making her smile.

‘As long as everything is cool with my grandparents then yeah, and I’m sure they won’t mind me coming to the games.’ Klaus leaned down to where she sat with the girls now, kissing her cheek before pulling a thick blanket from his bag and handing it to her.

‘This will keep you plenty warm, I promise. If anyone gives you any trouble you go to the Coach, he won’t let anyone bother you girls. Wish me luck.’

‘Not that you need it but good luck. You’re gonna do great Daddy.’ She whispered the last bit in his ear before kissing him. ‘Be careful.’

‘Always.’ He assured her before running back to his team.

‘It’s nice to see Klaus have someone. His parents have never come to any of his games since he started playing in Sophomore year. His brother has come a few times with Rebekah but he’s in college now.’

‘Yeah, Elijah is crazy busy with school. His parents are assholes though, fuck them. I’ll be here every game from now on.’ She assured them, pulling the blanket up and around herself as the temperature dropped.

‘That’s what we like to hear! He’s such a sweetheart, he deserves an Omega all his own.’ She agreed, knowing that her Alpha was good and deserved to be happy.

As the night went on the girls wrapped the blankets around each other, huddling up to keep warm. ‘Having another person makes all the difference with the cold.’

‘I can tell, I’m going to keep a pillow in Klaus’ car to sit on, this bench is cold as fuck on my ass.’ Y/n joked, Bonnie and Vicky giggling but also both agreeing.

By the end of the night they had won and Y/n knew that she had made her Alpha blush more than once with her cheering for him. She promised herself to be here from now on as he clearly loved having someone there, promising to bring her grandparents one day too. They would be happy to cheer for him and her grandfather would love to see high school football.

‘Did you have a good time at least?’ He asked as they turned into her driveway after getting a late dinner, ready to go in and relax after the long day they’d had.

‘It was fun, yeah! I’ll be more prepared next week.’ He looked over at her, his eyes excited with the idea that she will come to his games from now on.

‘I’m happy to hear that. I loved having you there with me, though your cheering was very loud.’

‘Oh, you loved it.’ She teased, allowing him the time to get out and walk around to her door to lift her out.

‘I really did.’ He smiled, carrying his bag with them into the house and locking the door behind them as Y/n texted her grandma to tell her she was home safely. ‘I’m gonna make sure the back door is locked.’ He told her as she began climbing the stairs.

‘It is! It’s always locked Klaus, we-okay. Whatever helps you sleep.’ She rolled her eyes but appreciated his double checking as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She fixed her nest quickly, not wanting it to look too messy before grabbing her pajamas and changing quickly into the shorts and tank top. When Klaus walked up the stairs she was waiting in her nest and he couldn’t help but smile as he shut the door, taking in the scent of her and himself, noticing his jacket was hanging at the end of the bed.

‘I’ve never been in a nest before…it looks really comfy.’ He told her, sliding off his shoes and stripping his clothes down to his boxers before crawling in.

‘Better not have. No other nest you should ever be in.’ She grumbled, nuzzling close to him and pressing her lips to his jaw teasingly.

‘Never want anyone else.’ He swore, taking hold of her hips and pulling her close.

That is how the couple spent every night from then on. Klaus practically moved in with his Omega to get away from his horrible parents, happy to get to sleep in a comfortable nest every single night and to have family who supports him more than just his brother and sister.

They were together until they left for college together, Klaus meeting Y/n’s mother before they left and making as good an impression as he could on the traumatized woman. He proposed to Y/n that very night and they got married during their second year of college. Klaus never had to worry about his Omega second guessing their relationship again after that, she was all his and he would be all hers for the rest of their eternity together.

Klaus M. Masterlist

[dismalflo]

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Remus lupin x reader who are strangers until they're not ✩ 5.8k words

summary: You meet Remus at a party you'd rather not be at, and you think that's the end of it... until he manages to make his way into your life properly.

cw: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, reader is quite lonely and a lil socially inept.

The house is packed with people, most of whom you’re unsure whether you care to know. The air reeks of smoke and cheap booze, and it feels like everyone is watching you. They can see it—the way you stand in the corner of the kitchen, awkward and alone, like you don’t belong. It doesn’t help that you’re staring at the liquid in your plastic cup as though it holds the answers to the universe.

As you study it, lost in thought, you come to the conclusion that you should leave. Go home. Back to your bed, where it’s safe. Keep your life the size of a box. Just as you're about to pull out your phone to text Maddison that you're heading out, a voice from your right startles you.

“The drinks are awful, aren’t they?”

You think he’s talking to someone else nearby, until the toes of a pair of converse step into view, and you look up—mostly because you’re worried you’re the punchline of some joke.

He’s smiling, but it’s not a mocking smile. It’s like he’s in on something you’re not.

“Want something better?” he asks, his gaze playful as he tilts his head, studying you like you’re some kind of puzzle.

“No, I’m fine, thanks,” you mutter, looking down at your hands as they nervously twist the cup. A quiet confusion settles in—you have no idea why he’s talking to you.

There’s a pause. A long one. You almost expect him to walk away, but instead, he shifts on his feet and seems to settle in. You look up, hoping he’s leaving because that means you can go home. But his smile has softened, and he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, an uncertainty creeping into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I feel like I know you from somewhere,” he says, voice low, as though he’s trying to piece something together.

You shrug, trying to play it off with a small, apologetic smile. “I think I just have one of those faces.”

“I’d disagree,” he says, a small quirk of his eyebrow.

There’s something in his voice that leaves you uncertain. Your life feels like it’s a never-ending loop of work and home, and you’d definitely remember meeting someone like him. Tall, nice, warm smile—it’s hard to forget. The uncertainty gnaws at you, and you start picking at the skin around your nails. But when you look up, you see his cheeks flush slightly, a shy, almost bashful look creeping in.

It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the one keeping this conversation stalled. But it’s hard, harder than it should be. You don’t know what to say, how to say it, without feeling like a socially awkward mess. And now that you're lost in your head, the words feel stuck.

“So, who do you know here?” His voice is soft, genuine, and he leans down just a little to make sure you can hear him.

“Huh?” It takes a moment for you to catch up, then you blink, trying to pull your thoughts back together. “Oh—nobody, really. Just a friend of a friend kind of thing.”

He nods, like he understands, and you do the same without thinking.

“That makes sense,” he says, his tone light but with a touch of exasperation. “Sirius invites everyone he knows. Every time.”

The way he says it, the affection in his voice, it’s clear he and Sirius are close. And for a split second, you feel a pang of envy. You don’t know them, but just the way he speaks about him, how it sounds, makes you long for something similar. Sure, you have Maddison, but she’s more of a sporadic presence, a friend you catch up with once every few months. The one time she invites you somewhere that's not a cafe, she ditches you before the night even starts. You can’t blame her. She’s always been like that.

Another awkward silence falls, but this time, you rush to fill it. You don’t want him to feel like you’re just standing there in silence.

“I came with Maddison,” you say, almost too quickly.

His smile widens. “Oh, I’ve met her. She’s nice.”

You let out a dry laugh. “She was. Until she left me two minutes after we got here.”

The words slip out before you can stop them, and he bursts into a loud laugh, his eyes lighting up. You freeze, worried he thinks you’re serious and mean, but before you can correct yourself, you scramble. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you say, voice a little too quick. “I mean, she didn’t—well, you know. She had her reasons.”

“It’s okay,” he’s still chuckling like your bluntness really tickled him. But you have the distinct feeling that you’ve somehow made a fool of yourself. It's that exact moment you decide you have to leave.

“I—uh, I need to get going,” you mutter, watching his expression falter just slightly before he nods. “I’ll see you around…” 

“Remus,” he adds, offering his name.

You give him yours in return, and then, without another word, you’re gone.

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The next day is another loop of the same dull routine that drags on in an endless, gray haze. Home, bus, work. Last night was out of the ordinary. The hours blur, blending together like the monotony of an old, well-worn song. You drag yourself through it all, each step like trudging through mud. But at least, you’re away from the suffocating quiet of your apartment. At least you don’t have to stare at the same walls, the same empty corners, with nothing but your own thoughts for company.

You wait at the bus stop, shifting from one foot to the other. The sky is heavy with dark clouds that seem to threaten an impending downpour. The air is thick with the tension of rain that hasn’t quite arrived yet, and the chill seeps through your jacket. Eyes flicking up to the horizon, praying for some excitement, anything. Maybe the rain will come. At least that would be something.

But still, no bus.

The minutes stretch on in silence. You shuffle your feet, watching up and down the street. You can feel the weight of the sky above you, pressing down like it’s waiting for something to give.

“I knew I recognised you from somewhere.”

You freeze, heart catching in your throat. It takes a second to register the words, and you blink, turning toward the sound of the voice.

Remus.

The same guy from the party last night. His figure is tall and familiar as he walks casually down the path toward you, cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers. The soft glow of the ember flickers as he takes a drag, his eyes fixed on you with an expression of recognition, but also something else—something more curious than you'd expected.

“Remus?” you ask, not quite sure whether you're still dreaming or if the world really does work this way, where you run into people you barely know on the most random of days.

He grins at you, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I didn’t think I’d run into you again so soon. Lovely to see you.”

Your stomach tightens at his words. You shift uncomfortably, looking anywhere but directly at him. The awkwardness from last night floods back, the way you were so sure he was going to walk away, leaving you alone in your own little corner of the world. And yet, here he is again, standing in front of you.

“I’m surprised you recognise me,” you admit, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself as a gust of wind picks up. “I wasn’t exactly the life of the party last night.” It feels a bit easier speaking to him in a place that you know. 

He chuckles softly, almost as if your self-deprecation amuses him. "Well, you were hard to miss, you know? There’s something about you," he trails off, his voice almost hesitant. Then, like he’s remembering something, he adds, “I wasn’t expecting to find you here, though.”

You can’t help but smile, even if his eyes locked on you feels exposing. "Yeah, me neither. I—uh, I take the bus home after work, so..."

“Ah,” Remus cuts you off, the look on his face suddenly shifting to something a little more serious. “The bus won’t be coming for a while. There’s been an accident up the road, a big one. You’re gonna be waiting here for ages.” he sounds apologetic, like he's really sorry he's the one telling you.

You sigh, processing the information, but your mind is too caught up in the reality of being stuck here longer than you wanted. The bus is never reliable, but this is a new level of inconvenience. You feel the familiar unease creep up your spine, the thought of the endless wait stretching before you like a dark tunnel with no light at the end.

“Great,” you mutter under your breath, staring at the pavement beneath your shoes. "Just what I need."

Remus watches you, his expression thoughtful. You feel his eyes on you for a moment too long, and it makes you shift again, the silence hanging heavy in the air between you. Your brain goes into autopilot, spiraling through scenarios—what if the bus never comes? What if you’re stuck here for hours? The thought of waiting outside, in the cold, with nothing but your thoughts for company, fills you with a strange mix of frustration and exhaustion.

Just as the anxiety begins to swell, Remus interrupts the chaos of your spiraling thoughts.

“You hungry?”

You blink up at him, thrown off guard by the sudden question. Hunger. Right. You hadn’t really thought about food until now, but when you do, it’s like your stomach growls on cue. You’re always hungry, but especially now, when your brain feels like it might short-circuit from the sheer amount of time you’ve spent just...waiting.

“Yeah,” you admit, a little embarrassed by how eager the word slips out. "I’m starving, actually."

He gives a simple nod, gesturing for you to follow him. Without thinking twice, you do.

And that’s how you end up across from Remus in a cramped booth, your knees brushing beneath the table as you dig into a burger and fries, the world outside the booth fading into the background.

As you bite into your burger, the warm grease and salt doing wonders for your hunger, you notice how easy it feels to sit across from Remus. The bus stop seems like a distant memory, replaced by the low hum of the diner and his easy going nature. It’s a strange thing, how someone can just slide into your world like that, without any pretence or pressure.

“You know,” Remus says between bites, his voice a little quieter than before, “I come here pretty often. The owner’s been giving me free refills on the coffee since I was sixteen.” He gives a shy, almost embarrassed smile, but there’s a glint of pride in his eyes.

“Free coffee, huh?” you joke, grinning, “So you’re basically royalty around here.”

He laughs, but there’s a trace of humility behind it. “I don’t know about that. I think I was probably quite annoying back then, or at least James and Sirius were. Most of the time I’m reading and writing here.” He looks down at his burger for a second, as though the words aren’t quite meant to leave his lips.

“Oh, you write?” you ask, leaning in slightly, curiosity piqued. You can’t help but wonder what kind of stories this guy has locked away.

He nods, still not meeting your gaze. “I, uh, yeah. It’s nothing serious though,” he quickly adds, as if he’s embarrassed by the idea of someone knowing. “Just something I’ve been working on for a while.”

You tilt your head, eyeing him with interest. “What do you write about? I feel like I'm always reading different stuff.” you remember yourself after, looking down as you add, “You don't have to tell me.”

Remus squirms a little in his seat, and his gaze flickers away. You can tell he’s hesitating, like he’s unsure whether he wants to share or not. It makes you even more curious.

“It’s, um, kind of a mix of fantasy and... I don’t know... life stuff. Nothing too exciting,” he says quickly, sounding almost apologetic, but there’s a subtle spark of passion in his voice when he talks about it. "I just... I guess I like to write things that feel real, even if they’re set in a world that isn’t. Does that make sense?"

You smile, the feeling of him letting you in on a piece of his world not lost on you. “It makes perfect sense,” you say, your voice soft, appreciative. “That sounds amazing. You should be proud of it.”

Remus looks a little taken aback, but a small, shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, well... I’m still working on it. Not ready to share it with anyone just yet.”

You nod, understanding. There’s something vulnerable about sharing your work, even with the people you trust most. “I get that,” you say. 

For a while, you both sit in comfortable silence, your shared laughter from earlier still hanging in the air. It’s strange, but for the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re not just passing time. You’re actually existing in the moment, and Remus is there with you, filling the space with his easy charm and the subtle way he listens to you without judgment.

“So, what about you?” he asks after a beat, his voice steady, as though the shift in conversation is natural. “What’s your story? What do you do?”

It’s an innocent enough question, but somehow, it feels heavier than it should. You feel a little vulnerable suddenly, how do you compare to him? But instead of feeling pressure, you find yourself wanting to answer, to let him see more of you. You shrug, trying to play it cool. “Not much. I work in retail—pretty boring stuff, honestly.”

Remus raises an eyebrow. “Retail, huh? That doesn’t sound boring.”

You laugh softly, then take a sip of your drink. “Well, I guess it’s not boring so much as it is... repetitive? But, yeah, nothing as exciting as writing a book.”

His smile widens a bit at that, and for a brief moment, you feel like you’ve managed to take down some of the walls between you. But just as quickly, the conversation stalls, and you both find yourselves lost in the simplicity of each other’s company.

“I’m glad we ran into each other today,” you say suddenly, the thought slipping out before you can filter it. “It’s nice, you know, having someone to talk to for a change… and i'm sorry for being weird at that party last night.”

Remus looks at you as he nudges your knee under the table, his expression softer now, more open. “It’s alright, it was all a bit overwhelming.”

After a pause, Remus picks up his phone, glancing at it before looking back at you. “Hey, uh, I was thinking... Since we both end up here a lot, maybe we could hang out sometime? Like, outside of weird bus stop encounters.” His voice is tentative, like he’s worried you might decline, but the way his eyes meet yours, hopeful but unsure, makes your heart do a small flip.

You’re caught off guard by the suggestion. Hang out? With him? You hadn’t even realised how much you wanted something like that until now.

“Yeah, sure,” you say before you even really process the words. You can’t help but smile a little at the thought. “That sounds nice.”

A look of relief passes over his face, and he pulls his phone out, his fingers tapping quickly as he hands it over. “Great. Here, give me your number, and we’ll figure something out.”

You type your number in quickly, your fingers moving almost on their own. When you hand the phone back to him, there’s a flicker of something between you.

Remus grins, his eyes warm as he tucks the phone away. “I’ll text you soon. It’ll be nice to actually get to know you, you know? Be more...comfortable.”

You laugh, feeling some weight lift from your chest. “Yeah. I think we can manage that.”

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When Remus said he’d text you soon, you expected it to be about a week—or, honestly, you figured he might never reach out at all. So when you woke up the next day to a text from him asking if you wanted to grab coffee, shocked didn’t even begin to cover it. But of course, you said yes, and now you’ve been meeting up a couple of times a week, sipping coffee and slowly getting to know each other.

There’s a simplicity in talking to Remus that you’ve never quite experienced before. He’s always checking in to make sure you’re comfortable, that you’re enjoying yourself. It feels effortless. He feels effortless. The only moment that’s thrown you off was one evening when he asked what kind of books you liked to read over the phone. You told him, and his response was just, "Okay, great. Talk to you later," before hanging up. It left you with more questions than answers still looking forward to the next time you get to see him.

The coffee shop smells of roasted beans and fresh pastries, the comforting hum of conversation blending with the soft clink of ceramic cups. You slide into the booth, trying to shake off the lingering chill of the walk over, your fingers curling around the warm cup in front of you. It’s a Saturday morning, and the light filtering through the windows has a gentle quality to it that makes everything feel calm and still.

Remus arrives just moments later, a little breathless, but with that familiar easy smile that you’ve grown to look forward to. He orders his usual—black coffee, nothing fancy—and slides into the seat across from you. There’s a small, almost shy smile playing at the corners of his lips as he sets down a small, worn book on the table between you.

You blink at it, glancing up at him. “What’s this?” you ask, your eyebrows knitting together in curiosity.

Remus looks down at the book, then up at you, his cheeks flushing slightly as he rubs the back of his neck. It’s not like him to be this nervous, but the way he avoids your gaze for a moment makes you wonder if he’s second-guessing himself. He clears his throat, still looking at the book with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

“It’s... a book I thought you might like,” he says quietly, his voice hesitant, as if he’s unsure of your reaction. “That's why I- uh, why I asked the other night.”

Your fingers hover over the book’s cover, the title printed in elegant, curling letters. A title that immediately pulls you in, the kind of thing you’d never pick out on your own but might really enjoy. You glance back up at Remus, noting the soft blush on his cheeks. The vulnerability in his actions surprises you.

“I—thank you,” you say softly, your heart squeezing in a way you hadn’t expected. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you now, his eyes shy but hopeful, like this small gesture means so much to him. “I’ll definitely read it.”

He relaxes a little, his smile widening. “I’m glad. I thought... Well, it’s not exactly the most popular book or anything, but I figured it might speak to you. And if you don’t like it, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, already flipping the book over in your hands, feeling the weight of it, the smoothness of the cover. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

The conversation moves on from there, the usual topics filling the gaps—work, the weather, the books you’ve been reading—but it feels different this time. There’s a new layer to the connection between you two, something unspoken, something that feels important but can’t quite be named yet. The coffee passes in a haze of easy conversation and laughter, and by the time you both get up to leave, you feel a strange sense of contentment—like the world is, for a moment, just right.

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Later that evening, you’re curled up in your favourite armchair, the soft light of your reading lamp illuminating the pages. The book feels comforting, a little like a friend you didn’t know you needed. You make it through the first pages chapters, quickly absorbed in the world it creates, and then, as your eyes scan the margins, you pause.

In the very first chapter, there’s a note scrawled in neat handwriting:

“This reminds me of you. You get lost in your thoughts the same way she does.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, but you’re already turning to the next page, not thinking much of it. But as you keep reading, the notes continue, each one more personal than the last.

He's put a box around a passage that talks about someone new becoming sunshine in one of the characters lives. Next to it he's written: you.

You pause, fingers trembling slightly as you turn to the next page. And then there’s another one:

“This part just made me think of you, that you’d like it.”

It clicks suddenly like an epiphany that you really, really like him.

The tears catch you by surprise. You hadn’t expected to feel this... moved. This seen. It’s like Remus has captured pieces of you in these notes—things you never said, things you didn’t even realize were there. He’s taken something as simple as a book and turned it into a way for you to see yourself through his eyes, as if he’s been quietly paying attention, noticing things about you you hadn’t even noticed in yourself.

Before you can stop it, your tears spill over, and you grab your phone, feeling the need to reach out to him. You hit his contact, your fingers shaking as you press the call button. It rings twice before he picks up.

“Hello?” His voice sounds a little surprised, but it’s warm, comforting.

“I—Remus, I just—” You can’t even finish the sentence, the tears turning into a full-on sob.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” he questions gently but there’s a tinge of panic in his voice. “Do you need me to come get you?”

You wipe your eyes, trying to regain some composure, but the emotion is too raw. “I’m fine. It’s just... I don’t know. I didn’t realize how much it would mean to me, and now... I just wanted to say thank you. For the book. For everything.”

He lets out a big sigh of relief. “That's okay, you’re welcome, dove.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, barely able to say the words without breaking down again. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m really glad you liked it,” he replies softly, his voice warm with sincerity. “Really.”

You hesitate, wondering if this is the right moment. Part of you is almost certain that he feels the same way you do, especially after what’s just happened. But another part of you worries—what if you’re reading him wrong? What if you’ve misinterpreted everything?

“Would you…” you begin, unsure, “Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night? We could get takeaway, or... anything you want?”

There’s a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. “Yeah,” he says, his voice filled with affection. “I’d love that.”

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You pace around your flat, your eyes darting to the clock on the wall. It’s almost time for Remus to arrive, and you’re certain your stomach is doing somersaults. Why does this feel so much more important than it probably is? It’s just dinner, right? Yet, everything feels magnified. The messiness of your living room seems somehow ten times worse, and the familiar clutter of books, mismatched furniture, and the remnants of your life in its chaos feels more glaring than usual. You straighten up a few things, putting cushions back in place on the couch, smoothing down the edges of the blanket. You pick up a few dishes that you’d left out earlier, trying to make the place look somewhat presentable, even though you know Remus won’t care.

You glance in the mirror, adjusting your hair for the hundredth time, frowning as you tug at the collar of your jumper. It’s nothing fancy. A comfortable knit, a bit oversized, something you know you feel good in. But suddenly, you feel self-conscious, like it’s not enough. What if he doesn’t think you’re pretty? What if you don’t look good enough? You shake the thoughts away. This is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous. Remus isn’t like that. He’s told you many times that you look pretty even when you’ve just been in your uniform straight out of work.

You make a mental note to stop overthinking, but your nerves don’t seem to want to cooperate. A quick glance at the clock tells you that he’ll be here any minute, and you’re still unsure whether you’re prepared for what might happen tonight. You know you’re about to open up, to tell him something that has been building inside you for weeks now. You can’t stop thinking about the way he makes you feel, how effortlessly he fits into your life. You’re nervous, terrified, but also strangely excited. You want to know if he feels the same way, even if the answer might hurt.

Your phone buzzes, startling you. You pick it up to see a message from Remus: On my way! Can’t wait to see you.

You smile at the text, feeling a wave of warmth settle over your nerves. You try to calm your breath, reminding yourself that this is just Remus—someone who’s become a friend. Someone who’s been kind and patient, and who might just be more than that.

A knock on the door jolts you from your thoughts. You take a deep breath, mentally bracing yourself, and open it to find Remus standing there, looking exactly like himself—tall, with a soft smile that sends a flutter to your chest. He’s holding a small bouquet of flowers, which he quickly extends toward you.

“For you,” he says, his voice low and warm, his smile a little shy.

You feel your cheeks flush at the gesture, the simple thoughtfulness of it. “Thank you,” you say, taking the flowers and feeling an odd sense of gratitude fill you. They’re beautiful. You’re not sure if this is just Remus being Remus or if it means something more, but the sincerity in his eyes makes you feel seen.

“They’re lovely,” you add, feeling a little shy as you take them to put in a vase on the kitchen counter.

“You look lovely too, by the way,” Remus says, his voice just a bit too quiet. He clears his throat and looks at you a little sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it weird. I just—yeah. You look great.”

You blink, feeling the heat of his compliment spread through you. “Thanks, Remus. You look... nice too,” you stutter, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole for being so awkward.

He laughs softly, clearly understanding how the moment is making you feel, but there's no mockery in his tone—just affection. "Thank you."

The two of you settle into the couch, the awkwardness slowly dissipating as you begin ordering food. The simple act of choosing what to eat feels grounding, like it’s a small step toward normalcy. You both decide on pizza—something familiar, easy, and comforting. As you wait for it to arrive, you talk about the usual things. But your mind keeps drifting to the real reason why you invited him here.

You can feel it now, the weight of the conversation you need to have hanging in the air between you two. You feel restless, like there’s something inside you just waiting to burst free.

The pizza arrives, the conversation shifts, and you sit together, eating in the cozy comfort of your living room. Yet, even as you laugh and share stories, your heart is pounding. You know it’s coming. You know you have to say it.

“Remus,” you begin hesitantly, your voice catching in your throat as you look at him. “I... I wanted to tell you something.”

He glances up from his slice of pizza, a curious, open expression on his face. “Yeah? What’s up?”

You swallow hard, trying to calm the nervous flutters in your stomach. Your fingers trace the edge of your pizza box, too aware of the weight of the moment. “I... I think I like you, Remus.” The words rush out before you can stop them, and you quickly add, “I mean, I like you more than just as a friend. And... I don’t know. I just thought I should tell you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just... thought I should say it.”

You rush the last part out, your face flushing deeply, your heart hammering in your chest as you stare at your hands. You can’t even look him in the eye, afraid of what you might see—or worse, what he might not say.

The silence that follows feels endless. Your mind races through worst-case scenarios: What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if you just ruined everything? What if he laughs, or worse, gets awkward?

But then you hear him clear his throat. When you finally dare to look at him, Remus is watching you with wide, warm eyes. His lips curl into a soft, genuine smile, and for a second, the anxiety that had been gripping your chest eases just a little.

“I feel the same way.” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"you- you do?"

He nods, his smile growing just a little. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been... kind of terrified to say it, honestly. But... I like you, too. More than just a friend.”

Relief floods through you, and before you can stop it, a giddy smile spreads across your face. "Oh my god," you breathe, unable to keep the laugh from escaping. "I thought I was going to die just now."

Remus chuckles softly, a quiet, knowing sound that makes your heart race a little faster. He leans in a bit closer, his expression softening, and you feel an electric pulse between you two. The air around you seems to shift, becoming thick with everything unsaid, everything you both now understand.

"You don’t have to be nervous," he says, his voice low but warm. "I promise I’m not going anywhere."

You smile shyly, the tension in your body easing, but the words don’t quite come out right. Instead, you take a deep breath, your eyes locked with his. You’ve already told him how you feel, and the vulnerability is still there, but now it’s accompanied by a quiet kind of hope

Remus reaches out slowly, almost hesitantly, as if he’s testing the waters. His fingers brush against yours lightly, sending a wave of warmth through your skin. You glance at his hand, then back up at him. His gaze is tender, searching yours for permission. There’s a slight hesitation, but it’s not strange—just... careful.

"Can I?" he asks, his voice just barely audible.

Your heart skips a beat. You nod, almost imperceptibly, too caught up in the moment to speak. The room feels smaller now, the space between you two shrinking with every passing second. Remus' hand moves a little closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, before he gently pulls your hand into his.

The warmth of his hand in yours feels like everything you’ve been waiting for, and you can’t help but smile softly. And then, without thinking, your thumb traces the edge of his hand, a quiet way of saying you're okay, you're safe. You can feel him relax in response, the tension in his shoulders melting as he inches even closer.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation growing as you both lean in, inch by tentative inch. The moment feels suspended in time. You close your eyes, a soft laugh bubbling up from you as you let out a nervous sigh.

"Remus," you whisper, barely a breath.

He stops, his face inches from yours, his eyes searching yours with that same softness, that same quiet intensity. The world outside seems to disappear. The sound of your breath and the beating of your hearts are all you can focus on.

Then, it happens. He leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours at first. It’s tentative, soft, like a question. Your breath hitches in your throat, and for a moment, you’re sure time has stopped. His lips are warm, gentle, and the kiss feels like the answer to everything you’ve been waiting for. You feel lightheaded with it—like everything in the world has finally made sense, like this is right, and maybe it always was.

A small giggle escapes you both, just a tiny, nervous sound, and Remus pulls back a fraction, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I’ve wanted to do that for a while," he admits, his voice hushed.

You smile, feeling the warmth of the moment flooding through you. "Me too."

And then, without another word, you close the small gap between you again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more certain, though still gentle. His lips press against yours with a sweet intensity, like he's savoring it, savoring you. Your fingers move instinctively to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin. Everything feels soft, tender—a slow, steady rhythm between you that’s almost perfect in its simplicity.

The kiss deepens, just enough to make your pulse race, but it still carries that same sweet, careful energy, like you're both savoring each second of it. It’s a slow kind of magic, the kind that makes your heart feel full and light all at once.

When you finally pull away, breathless and a little dazed, you rest your forehead against his, your noses brushing lightly. The laughter that had been bubbling inside you finally spills out, soft and giddy, and Remus chuckles with you, his fingers still gently brushing through your hair.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

You nod, smiling wider than you ever thought possible. “Yeah. More than okay.”

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let me know what you think of this! <3

[violetjedisylveon]

Shadowpeach AU, where Macaque was originally the guardian of the Immortal Peach Trees, and Wukong had to get past him in order to get an immortal peach...

But Past Wukong ISN'T as strong as Current Wukong, so Macaque keeps preventing him from getting a peach...

One day, Macaque mockingly bites a peach in front of Wukong...

Wukong suddenly has an idea; he kisses Macaque on the lips, to get the peach in Macaque's mouth...

Macaque was frozen, as Wukong smugly takes the peach from the stunned Macaque's hands...

But once Macaque unfreezes himself, he knocks Wukong out with a single punch...

Wukong wakes up, in love with Macaque! 😍

Oh fun!

The idea of a celestial realm dwelling macaque makes me think of @anxiescape's Celestial Bodies au, which is, in their own words, sleeping beauty with gay monkeys and war crimes, and their art is super pretty too! Their Macaque has galaxies in his fur!

As I was answering this, the idea of Macaque having been adopted by the Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu (Queen Mother of the West), popped into my head, so now the Jade Emperor's issue with Wukong isn't just that he's wrecking his shit, but he's flirting with his son and making a fool of him!

This idea just became a whole lot funnier.

This could have been a tragedy, it became a comedy. I might find a way to get some angst in here

Macaque works in the peach orchards with his sisters, sometimes the peach maidens are Xiwangmu's daughters, because he enjoys it and it's a natural habitat for a monkey like himself.

He was not expecting the new stable boy to be so brazenly bold as to kiss him, a celestial prince, as a ploy to steal from him! He punches Wukong in the face for it and hopes nobody saw that, it's so embarrassing.

Meanwhile Wukong is absolutely smitten with the guy who could knock him out like that and thinks he's super powerful and strong and pretty. So he keeps visiting Macaque specifically, he doesn't know that he's the Jade Emperor's adopted son, he just thinks he's pretty.

Macaque is super confused and annoyed, he's just trying to do what makes him happy and be a good son and this stupid cute monkey keeps getting in his way!

He confides in his big sister Iron Fan, she immediately clocks in that the other monkey has the hots for her little brother and is not a fan. She asks their cousin (Erlang) to keep an eye on Wukong just to make sure he doesn't do anything.

Erlang, who is also not a fan of this monkey with the hots for his cousin, completely understands.

So now Xiaotian Quǎn follows Wukong around whenever he's in heaven, giving his the upmost disapproving looks whenever he interacts with Macaque.

But then! Horror of horrors!

Macaque catches feelings for Wukong! And he wants to die, it's so embarrassing and unbecoming! And it'll never work out! Wukong isn't a celestial, and relationships between celestials and demons or mortals are forbidden!

Macaque is super easy to fluster now and any time Wukong shows up to talk with him he is a blushing mess and is not hiding his affections very well.

Luckily Wukong is as dense as the rock he hatched from, and doesn't get the hint.

Unfortunately, nobody else is and everyone thinks he's toying with the six eared prince's heart. This just makes the rest of Macaque's family like Wukong even less.

Wukong tells Macaque about his cool friends and how they are all about taking on the injustices of the heavens, (he hasn't done anything super destructive yet he's just been a nuisance).

Macaque challenges their ideas with the question of how they would fix it, and how much suffering their war would cause for the mortals, and does a former celestial like Azure really know better than the being who's spent millions of years keeping things balanced?

They are good questions.

Wukong is left doubting the brotherhood.

Man's gay crush is giving him second thoughts.

The Jade Emperor and Xiwangmu still don't really like Wukong because he's clearly got a thing for their son and they are protective parents to say the least.

Once Macaque admits his feelings to his family, and that he wants to date the most infamous"bad boy" in all three realms, well something like this happens:

Jade Emperor: Where do you think you're going, young man? Macaque: Wherever he'll take me. JE: I forbid you to go out with that hoodlum! Macaque: But Daddy, I love him! JE: Go to your room! Macaque: I don't even live here anymore! JE: Well, then, go to your old room that your mother turned into a scrapbooking room!

It's from a Looney toons episode, someone actually made a comic of a similar idea only LBD's the parent in that situation, it's so funny.

So Macaque is grounded now, JE and Xiwangmu have already lost at least two daughters to their lovers (their over reactions to the relationships are what really caused those tragedies but the royal couple doesn't want to admit that, @quitealotofsodapop has a lot more and better detailed ideas about this concept on their blog).

Good news for the brotherhood! Azure can turn this in their favor by making Wukong think the monkey he's in love with is being held prisoner by the Jade Emperor. He still doesn't know Macaque is his son, because macaque liked being around someone who didn't know that and never felt the need to tell him.

So Wukong is amped up to fight the Jade Emperor to rescue his crush/friend!

Meanwhile, Macaque is stuck in his room listening to the dumbass he fell head over heals in love with.

Will this end good? Bad? Who knows! Not even me!

I have ideas for a good and bad end, but I might put it to poll for the decision of what really happens.

Thanks for asking! This was a really fun one, hope you like it!

[monstertrucksactually]

Hi! Eons later, an answer for @setmeatopthepyre from the Short & Impactful prompts 💖

“Ah- Tommy,” Buck gasps as Tommy nips his collarbone and uses one hand to press his hip against the mattress. Having the familiar weight on top of him again is beyond surreal. Better than he could have hoped for when he invited Ravi out tonight. It’s the most comfortable he’s felt in months. 

His ex is kissing him like nothing’s changed, like he needs Buck to survive. The feeling is definitely mutual. Except for the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him this is temporary and not to get his hopes up. He’s always been good in bed and that’s the thing that brought Tommy back. Not Buck, just a distraction from every unspoken thing between them.

“What, baby? What do you want?” Tommy rolls his hips, creating a delicious friction that Buck just wants to chase. 

“I want- nngh- I wanted-” He doesn’t know what he’s looking for. He wants everything, wanted everything before. The sex, deep conversations, arguments about who’s turn it is to do dishes, waking up next to each other. All of it. And right now he’s sure all he’ll be left with is an empty bed in the morning and broken heart. “I want to forget you.”

Tommy freezes, raising his gaze to meet Buck’s. It’s a little ridiculous considering Tommy’s wild curls, mussed from Buck running his fingers through them, relishing the way they felt against his fingertips. 

“You- you want to forget me?” His expression is close to their last night, the night he walked away. Shocked, surprised, incredulous. 

Buck sniffs, swallows back the wave of conflicting emotions that he’s only been able to avoid until now thanks to baking and other distractions. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter and less confident that he would prefer. 

“Tommy,” he whispers, sweeping his thumb back and forth across Tommy’s cheekbone. “You said from the beginning that you didn’t think I was ready. And you were right. But you were also wrong.”

Tommy furrows his brow. “I don’t understand.”

“You see, I wasn’t ready. Not for you to kiss me, or want to take me to dinner and get to know me more. I wasn’t ready when I realized I wanted everything with you. But once I let it sink in, it all made sense. And I was ready. I wanted to hold your hand, and not necessarily dive into forever, but at least take that next step. Together. Except-”

“I wasn’t ready,” Tommy supplies.

“Why?” Buck pleads, his voice shaky. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” 

“Sweetheart, no.” Tommy brushes his lips against Buck’s forehead, his cheeks, his chin, the tip of his nose. “You- god, Evan. No, you were perfect. It was me, how I only saw heartbreak and fear. The same story I’ve seen played out whenever I finally got brave enough to go after what I wanted. And I just- I knew I couldn’t watch that happen with you, Evan.” He squeezes his eyes shut, like it’s too painful for them to see each other while he says his next words. “I couldn’t let that happen because I knew I wouldn’t survive when you left.” 

“When?” His eyes sting, flooding with the tears he’s been holding back. His heart beats wildly in his chest, angry and confused as to why he still wants the man in front of him to have it. To hold it in his hands and treat it as preciously as he ever has. “Why do you get to decide that? Why do you get to break your own heart - and mine - because you’ve already decided you know how we end? That I’m a- a placeholder for everyone else in your past?”

“Evan, you were never-”

“No,” he interjects. “Don’t- just don’t. Okay? This was a mistake. It’s always a mistake. This is why I wanna forget. I always think I can just do shit without catching feelings and acting like it’s not a big deal. Pretending like I can walk away and it’s fine because it’s a one way thing.”

Tommy snorts, raising an eyebrow. “Now who’s deciding for everyone?”

“Come on. You don’t have to rub it in my face. But tell me I’m wrong. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t just come here to fuck, have a good time, and leave again.”

“Well,” Tommy inhales deeply, chest pushing against Buck’s like they could merge if he does it hard enough. When he breathes out, their eyes meet again, blue on blue. It’s steady, unwavering. “I was hoping to at least make you breakfast.”

“Be serious.” 

“I am. Look, I know I fucked up. I hurt you before. But maybe…” He trails off for a moment, curling his lips in. “Maybe we can try again. Not necessarily all the way at the beginning. Just- slower this time.”

Buck searches Tommy’s face for signs of uncertainty, or that he’s just being placating and telling him what he thinks he wants to hear. If any of that’s present, though, Buck can’t find it. 

“You think you’re ready this time?” 

“I don’t know when, or how much I’m ready for – and I can’t guarantee I won’t be scared again and fuck up – but I am ready for something. Especially with you.”

“Yeah?” Buck asks, quiet and hesitant.

“Yeah.” He playfully rubs the tip of his nose against Buck’s before resting their foreheads together. Buck greedily breathes him in, taking in the scent of cinnamon and embers, falling leaves and all things inherently Tommy. 

“So,” Tommy tilts his head slightly, murmuring against his lips. “What are you doing Saturday?”

mandatory tags for @diazsdimples and @bidisasterevankinard 😘

[noxiatoxia]

okay, i’ve been obsessing over your komaeda translations and i must know… given the unsure way he talks in the japanese (lots of filler words), does his dialogue change much after he learns the truth? late ch4, i mean. when he starts being condescending to everyone. i’m also very curious about his big speech about wanting to be called the ultimate hope

Hello, anon! Thank you for the message and interesting question! And thank you for the patience!

So, there's three questions here if I'm understanding:

Does Komaeda's speech pattern (sounding softer and using filler words, or generally downplaying his words) change later into ch.4?

When Komaeda starts rambling about hope, does he speak more clearly and more confidently?

What is the nuance in Komaeda's "hope" speech on the laptop?

I will answer all 3 in this order.

(Also, for anybody confused.... here's my post talking about how Komaeda uses filler words, and here's my post talking about how Komaeda's speech was deliberately changed during the earlier beta to make him sound less confident in himself.)

So, question number one:

1. Does Komaeda talk more rudely, use less filler words, or talk more assuredly in ch.4?

Hmm...I don't think so. He still uses honorifics for everyone (-san for girls and -kun for boys), he still uses sa and ne to the same amount, and he does not seem to devote any sort of rude speech for the most part. It is only his words that change, and not the way he speaks them.

My memory is horrifically bad, so please keep that in mind...I asked my friend @kaiokentimesten for help, and was provided with a good number of lines he remembered from ch.4/5 of Komaeda saying rude things, and I looked them up in the Japanese version. All lines were said in his usual speech formations, so there was no change. Again, the words he spoke just happened to be ruder, but they were said in the same tone.

I will show an example.

KOMAEDA: おっと、安易にハムスターを例に出すと、 脱落した彼に怒られちゃうかな? KOMAEDA: Oops. How clumsy of me to use hamsters as an example. Do you think that loser* would've gotten mad at me if he were still here?

*Komaeda does say "dropout" and it's used for people who have been eliminated in a game, or failed a test/exam/otherwise didn't "make the cut". I just think "loser" works better as a translation.

Nothing changes about Komaeda's speech here, he talks the same as he always does. He's just saying meaner words.

(I don't know where the translators got "weakling" from...that's nowhere in the text.)

The only exception I can think of is the beginning of Trial 4. Souda remarks they talk about the murder weapon, and Komaeda three times goes, "Ha?"

It's a funny scene, but significant because, as far as I know, this is the only time Komaeda uses this word.

(I could be wrong, but I'm totally coming up empty right now...please correct me if I am!)

は ha, is very rude. It means "What?" or "Huh?" but is a very rude way to say it. People like Kuzuryuu and Oowada love using it, and Hinata uses it a fair amount, although even Hinata - who's whole design philosophy, as pointed out by the SDR2 artbook, is to be more masculine and ruder than Naegi was - uses え e more often.

え e, うん un, ん nn, あれ are, are more casual but non-rude ways to say "What?"

Komaeda always used one of those first four from what I can remember, or simply 何 nani, which is probably the most neutral way to say "What?"

So to see Komaeda use this is surprising.

This is different than ははは, はっ, or あはは which are normal laughing sounds.

Oh, before we move out of Chapter 4, here's a mistranslation I want to point out (or, less mistranslation, more very direct translation where the joke is lost in English).

KOMAEDA: じゃあ、始めようか。シンキングターイム...ってヤツだね。

Komaeda isn't a stranger to randomly injecting English words into his speech - a quirk that I feel is used to show he's a bookworm/otherwise intelligent (that's just my thought) - and in those instances, instead of translating directly (because using English in English loses the nuance that using English in Japanese does) I would replace it with bigger, more obscure English words.

But this is actually not one of those times.

Another thing Komaeda is no stranger to is making random pop culture references. He does it more than you would think for a character like him.

While "Thinking Time" isn't a reference to any specific Japanese media per se, it's Japanese game show lingo.

For example, a tough question is given to the contestants, and they have 30 seconds to think of the answer before being forced to give one. These 30 seconds are called "Thinking Time".

I don't know the English equivalent. I know there's a countdown timer in stuff like Jeopardy and Minute to Win It, but I don't think they say anything. Sometimes it's "You have [x] seconds, good luck!" Or "and...start!" or suchlike.

I guess in that case, this line is better localized as:

KOMAEDA: Let's start! You have 30 seconds on the clock...good luck!

(I chose 30 seconds because that's how long the "Make your Selection" part lasts maximum).

2. When ranting about hope, does Komaeda speak more clearly, more confidently?

Yes!

In scenes like post- Chapter 1 trial, where Komaeda monologues to the audience for a few minutes before being knocked out - where he is rambling on and on - his speech is noticeably smoother with less pauses or filler injections. I would also venture to say the way he speaks makes it sound like he is stating facts, that he is very confident in his assertions.

3. Komaeda's Hope Speech on the laptop

Firstly, I want to point somethings out...unrelated to the hope speech itself, but just fun to note.

The garbled, loud noise you hear sometimes where Komaeda is speaking is not gibberish (listen here, volume warning). For whatever reason, the English version did not have Bryce Papenbrook record lines for this, and still uses the Japanese version.

It doesn't reveal any new information, sadly. And I can't make out the second one...but it's highly likely in that line I linked that Komaeda is saying 希望は絶望なんかに負けないんだ or "Hope will never lose to despair."

When it comes to the scrambled text...I've never been much of a decoder, but I can point some stuff out.

For one, I'm 99% sure the Japanese team probably provided the translators with the full, unscrambled text so they could better translate it.

That said, it's not impossible to figure this out.

<まじむかつく+超Ｙさしい２こんなにEEものｇ１０２＄うRしｓ～＝～＋いｄｓねうれOｒｚ』

まじむかつく is a term that means "extremely irritated" hence "seriously pissing me off".

The + is the same in both version, I assume it means "and".

The next part needs a little explaining. In Japanese, all consonants (for the most part) are followed by a vowel. on a Japanese keyboard, if you do not finish typing the character, only the consonant shows up.

for example, な is "na". but if you only type the n and don't follow with the a, you get ｎ.

There's a lot of Japanese slang based off this. To type ん you have to type "n" twice. so, a slang form of konnichiwa (こんにちは) is shortened to こん, konn. But it got shortened even further to こｎ.

so, 超Ｙさしい requires a bit of guesswork, as there are several sounds that start with "y", like ゆ yu, よ yo, や ya. the さしい at the end tells us it's an adjective.

超 in this case means "very", like "very expensive" or "very awesome".

Likely, Yさしい is やさしい, which is either "kind" or "easy".

This makes 超Ｙさしい either "extremely kind/nice" or "extremely simply/easy".

Official translators wrote it as "hella nice", aka "very kind".

Beyond that I start to get bad at this xD I don't know where they get "I can't believe something odd like this is only $102".

The 2 may be に, as 2 in Japanese is pronounced に(ni), and に is a particle.

I think the ＥＥ Is to be read like いい (ii) in Japanese. And the ｇ might be が (ga)?

超やさしいにこんなにいいものが１０２＄

こんなにいいもの would be "Such nice stuff" or "Really good stuff".

が at the end could be "But..." or "However..." but if the 102$ is connected somehow, then it may be an object particle.

Maybe it's "Really good stuff gotten easy for $102"

But that isn't fully true to the official English version, so maybe they were provided with more clear words to translate from. Like I said, I'm no good at codes.

The last part is easy though. うRし follows the same rule as before. うれし Ur(e)shi(i), which means "happy". I don't know what the "s" is, since it seems the sentence picks back up at いｄｓね, as うれしい is the full word. "d s" is probably d(e)s(u) with the ne particle at the end. うれしいですね, which means "I'm happy!"

And I'm guessing Orz is the emoticon.

Okay, sorry for rambling. When it comes to the actual speech, there is something interesting to note, albiet small.

The English version is correct in its translation, and the only thing I have to offer is the nuance behind how Komaeda makes his requests.

He says stuff like, "Respect me" "Praise me" "Build a bronze statue of me" and such. And he requests all of these by saying ～てくれ ~tekure.

I don't think Komaeda ever uses this outside of this speech. てくれ can be seen as rather rude. Though the formation looks like an imperative (very rude), it is not, since at it's core, てくれ means you are asking someone to do something for you, not ordering them. It is still the rudest way you can "request" something though.

It's not as severe as Komaeda yelling 黙れよ (damare yo) in 2.5, but it's close behind.

It does show he is being very callous and assertive in this scene, truly a 180 from him being casual but still respectful. This sort of demanding request tone coming from Komaeda is surprising, I feel.

Otherwise...there isn't really any nuance to add, I'm afraid. The speech is rather straight forward and the English version translates it well.

I hope this answers your questions!

[earthquakebi]

I feel like I'm on crazy pills or something in that I don't think Oliver's interview was all the damning, and yet so many bucktommy fans seem ready to throw in the towel. It makes sense that Buck would think the door to reconciling could be shut with the way things were left between them and what he said to Tommy. But I don't view it as a death sentence. Am I just reading it wrong? I'm so confused why everyone became so doom and gloom all of a sudden.

Sometimes it's hard not to feel like you're going crazy in this fandom! I feel like we've gone through this cycle so many times - an interview drops, Oliver has given noncommittal answers that can be interpreted in multiple ways, but the BoB "omg Buddie canon confirmed!!" interpretation is somehow the one that people believe. Maybe because they're yelling it so loudly? The journalist's clear bias certainly isn't helping.

Oliver hasn't confirmed anything; he never does. He talks about his view on the internal emotions/thought processes of his character, and he talks about what's actually been shown on screen, but he rarely gives specifics about anything in upcoming episodes. Anyone who is pretending otherwise is just putting their personal interpretation out there as fact.

[that-left-turn]

Regardless of zabel and his messy editing, what do you think was going through carol's mind when she said "it's a little more complicated than that"? E.g. what Melissa might have thought.

I'm confused by it bc when she says it, it's while didi thinks that carol is isabelle. Did she just mean "it's complicated bc I'm not isabelle"?

Short answer? No 🙃

It's hard to isolate one line of dialogue because you need to look at the whole scene and consider the arc(s) it fits into as well. This post is sort of a peek into how I parse a scene in its larger context, so my exhaustively long answer is behind the cut. I'd suggest a beverage of choice and a comfy seat while you read.

When you analyze a scene, you need to look at the actors' business (i.e. what they're doing) because it's a deliberate choice. It's never a random 'they can hang out in the kitchen while they chat.' Prepping the mise en place is as much a part of the narrative as what the characters are talking about. While I think Zabel has the men hunting for car parts and the women are stuck in the kitchen with female chores, the kitchen also tends to be the heart of the home where historically women of different generations gathered and talked. Shared wisdom.

All the episodes of DarDix have song titles and the potato chopping scene has the title song “Paradis pour toi” playing in the background on the very old-timey gramophone. (The song, sung by a British actress, is about Tahiti and problematic in its 60’s take on the ‘island of happiness’ where everyone's a fisherman and nobody has a home.) The scene opens on an insert of the record playing, which is a visual cue that the song is a key element of this scene specifically, in addition to being the episode's theme. The theme of the whole French arc is illusion and make believe.

The color scheme of the scene is warm and earthy with lots of browns and greens. Some oranges. Kind of drab looking. The lighting is darkish. This isn't some island paradise, it's more of a throwback to occupied France of the 40's.

As the scene progresses, we'll see how disconnected Didi is from her own reality. The entire sequence with Didi and Theo emphasizes the illusionary bubble of the quaint village life they've built for themselves which will inevitably burst. We recognize that in how the walkers are fenced into their own backyards after the neighbors have passed. It's only a matter of time before the illusion, their false sense of security, shatters.

The opening gambit of the conversation is important in establishing Carol's headspace in the scene. Most of the children she misses never got to grow up and fly the coop. Sophia, Lizzie, Mika and Henry are gone and in a real and terrifying sense, Lydia, Judith and RJ might be too. There's no guarantee that the plane will make a successful return journey, or even that Ash will still be where Carol left him. It's a tough reality check for her and she doesn't know if Daryl even wants her here.

This is the sucker punch that sets the trajectory of Carol's thought process. What wouldn't Carol give to have Sophia and Henry with her again, even if only for one day. But, it's only the first of the hard-hitting 'truths' Didi delivers in the scene.

This is the switch to Midwestern Bakesale Mom. Melissa's face does most of the heavy lifting in this scene—look at her eyes and her mouth in particular, but when Carol looks at Didi and the angle at which her head turns are also choices that Melissa has made. It will tell you a lot about how Carol feels about the lies she tells and how Didi unwittingly keeps sticking her foot in her mouth.

Carol has assumed the role of Sœur Isabelle, but if Didi really believes that, why would she speak English to Isabelle when they're alone? She doesn't have to be inclusive of Daryl because he isn't there. Carol also isn't very convincing as a nun (e.g. we see her take the Lord's name in vain in one scene) or as a French woman. The few phrases she says in French have an unmistakable accent that identifies her as American and the line above is very culturally coded. The only way it would've sounded more American would've been if Carol had said Laurent was an 'awesome' kid.

So, does Didi really believe Carol is Isabelle or is that just another illusion she tries to uphold because it's a prettier, less messy version of post-apocalyptic life? This is a woman who lost both her children and her grandchildren, and she might just want to believe in fairy tales despite evidence to the contrary.

Laurent is a child. He wants a normal life with a mom and a dad. We see that in the way he fixates on the Eiffel Tower in S1 as a representation of his dead mother and before Daryl, there was Père Jean. Laurent idolized the priest who delivered him, so Daryl is more or less a replacement role model. Being raised by an order of nuns, Laurent doesn't have any experience being around men, so he's imprinted on Daryl. He was encouraged to do so from the moment Daryl arrived at the convent.

Carol's face is pensive during this beat. Daryl has been standoffish, so she doesn't know how the puzzle pieces fit just yet. This is a woman who (on the flagship show) plays 4d chess while everybody else is playing checkers. There's not much that passes Carol by (even though Zabel has more or less retconned her intelligence/perceptiveness in the spinoff) and this is her first opportunity to gather intel... because Daryl won't level with her.

This is the moment when it really hits home for Carol that Daryl is tied to this child, not necessarily out of his own choice, but because Laurent needs a caretaker and a role model. He doesn't have anyone else and who better than Daryl? He 'did more for Sophia than her own daddy did his whole life,' he watched over Henry at Hilltop and he's loved, fed and nurtured Judith since the day she was born. In Carol's mind, there isn't a better man to care for a child.

We can see that she's torn in this beat between her genuine praise for Daryl and what that might mean for her and their joint family unit back in the CW. There's some lovely chiaroscuro on Carol's face to reflect the emotional dichotomy going on inside her mind.

The narrative insists that Laurent is perceptive and insightful in the worst case of ‘tell, not show’ I’ve seen from a pro screenwriter. (The boy is naïve and spouts trite reflections on life and the world in the same way a middle-aged white man with serious Elmer Fudd energy would speak.) Didi is well-meaning, but the words have a different kind of impact on Carol. Will Laurent, once she finally meets him, see right through to the rotten core of her and recognize that she's not good for children?

Carol goes from looking at Didi to turning away, not really looking at anything. There's a brief break in her chopping too; Didi's line is punctuated by a louder sound from Carol's knife when she cuts another potato. She's made the decision to stop beating around the bush:

There's a little bit of irritation, social politesse and trepidation fluttering across her face during this beat. I admire Melissa's awareness and control of her face as a tool to convey so much of the story—this is as close as you get in a visual medium to the insight a novel gives the reader, where you're in a character's head, experiencing their thoughts. The reason why Melissa's castmates are always so profuse in their compliments on her acting is that they know how hard this is to master and also, how rare a command it is to possess. Most actors are nowhere near as good at non-verbal storytelling as Melissa is.

I'd like to draw attention to the change in angle here. The closeups have all been from the opposite direction, focused on Carol, but here we move over to Didi, leaving Carol's face in the frame but out of focus. Why? After this line we move back over to Carol again, but we don't get a good shot of her initial unguarded reaction to this revelation. The scene would've been shot all the way through with a camera on Carol, so this was a choice made in post.

It's a strange one to me because how this line lands is the important bit. Didi's delivery isn't, because she's just the messenger. There are no emotional stakes for her in this beat. My professional opinion is that they're trying to hide the parts of the story the EPs don't want the audience to focus on, but it's also shooting themselves in the foot because it thwarts the audience's emotional engagement with the story.

Daryl told Carol that he loves her and then he left her. It's a pivotal moment and any showrunner who's halfway decent at their job would want you to have a good look at Carol's face. This is 'the money note' equivalent of a TV show. It's a massive plot point in Caryl's emotional arc no matter how anyone sees them: soulmates, siblings or whatever. It's also an equally big moment in Carol's emotional arc and anything that lessens the impact on the viewer is doing your show a disservice. (Not to mention that it comes off as an amateur mistake.)

We go back to the original angle, where we can see Carol processing, but she's also aware that she has an audience and that she needs to school her face. The character is almost as adept as the actor of keeping track of her facial expressions (and knowing what they convey to an onlooker). I love how cleanly Melissa balances that character ability with simultaneously needing to show us where Carol's mind is at. There are a few "hm"s in this scene—which isn't good writing—but they're all different from each other in Melissa's delivery. Each one says something of its own. There's a certain amount of resignation at the end of this one, a 'but of course...'

Finally (💀) we get to the line you asked about. Probably the only thing you were interested in and you had to sift through paragraphs' worth of nerdy shop talk before I managed to get to the point. In my defense, all of the above matters in how to parse this line.

The major theme of the French arc is the lies we tell ourselves to get through the day, whether that's believing you're a young adult in Neverland or living in a village farmhouse, pretending it's still the 1940's. The old man who provides a car for Caryl may suffer from dementia, but Didi and Theo are willfully deluding themselves that their countryside paradise won't end. "It's a little more complicated than that" intrudes on the fantasy that you can pretend your problems away, or your responsibilities vis-à-vis your family/community... fellow human beings.

On a superficial level, yes, Carol acknowledges that she isn't Isabelle, but the people whose interaction Didi has observed and is commenting on is that of Carol and Daryl:

"It's a little more complicated than that" also suggests that maybe there's more to the backstory of Daryl leaving Carol after having told her that he loves her. Remember Carol telling Daryl, "it'll be good for you, for us," in the series finale? That line didn't make any kind of sense and I assumed that either the connective tissue had been cut (because that's never Gimple's priority) or the line was added to a late draft as a handwave justification for Daryl's solo departure (because Gimple doesn't prioritize cohesive storytelling).

Regardless, Melissa knows she said that line and it's part of her job to make shoddy writing work somehow. It's an actor's job to break down each of their character's emotional beats in a scene and as mentioned earlier in this post, Caryl's goodbye in the CW has already been alluded to in this conversation. It would be on Carol's mind. Tie in her telling Daryl over the radio (when he was in Maine) that, "you never have to worry about me," and the picture that's being painted of Caryl's post CW rebellion relationship is intriguing.

Melissa would've stitched together an narrative for her character that's organic; usually, an actor decides on a headcanon of sorts, but sometimes, it's a series of possible scenarios: if/then. The latter approach makes it easier for the performer to pivot if the writing changes direction or gives a different explanation for something.

If Zabel were a halfway competent writer, I would've expected him to make use of all these elements and give the audience a trail a breadcrumbs to follow.

We don't get the first reaction of how this line lands on Carol either. We just get the transformation into Carol's cookie lady persona:

It's safe to retreat into the illusion she's woven to protect herself and to dupe potentially hostile strangers. Her face says she doesn't know how to respond even if she wanted to and this is the point where she changes the topic to Didi's relationship instead, after that forced little uneasy smile.

The idea of things being 'rare' runs throughout the Didi and Theo arc: the truffles, seeing young people, love, etc. Carol knows how precious the emotional ties she has to Daryl are—she flew across the ocean after the world has ended and had no leads to where he might be in France (which is about the size of Texas). But, to reference the song playing on the gramophone, Carol has no idea if Daryl's found 'a country where happiness is king' and whether Laurent is his "reason to keep living." Maybe her own fantasy is about to crash because Daryl has finally found his happy ending and she isn't part of that.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny covered his nose with his hand. Where ever he landed smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with chem lab.

"Remind me to bring a face mask the next time I explore the Infinite Realms." He muttered, before kicking a soda can down the alley he was in and being repulsed by the squelch sound it made when it came into contact with a very questionable looking puddle, "Better yet, a gas mask." He glanced at the puddle again, "Or I could go full Hazmat." Clockwork had told him this world was full of superheros and villians and to steer clear of it, but once he learned there were aliens in this world he couldn't help himself. Danny had always been weak to his curiosity, but he liked to believe he was cautious, and chose to stay in his Phantom for for added protection.

Turning on his heel he exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above him was filled with clouds so ominous and dark that Danny honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or day, all he knew was that it was going to rain soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour.

Danny got his wish only minutes later. Thankfully Phantom was unbothered by the cold and could just bask in the rain as it fell apon him. A lesser known fact about ghosts is that thier clothes are made from thier ectoplasm and are part of thier bodies, much like a second layer of skin, so one would be able to feel things on thier clothes as easily as they would with thier bare skin. The level of sensitivity varies with the type of clothing however. All this to say Danny loved the feeling of the rivulets of rainwater traveling down his ghostly hazmat suit.

He was so preoccupied with enjoying the sensation that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he was jolted forward from the weight of someone landing on his back. The person was quick and precise, taking no time at all to have his wrists pinned behind his back and- weirdly enough- thier teeth digging into the material around his neck.

His parents designed the Hazmat suit Danny was wearing not only to deal with dangerous chemicals, but to fight supernatural foes. The area around the neck was reinforced with the intention of protecting against fatal gunshots and decapitations so naturally someone's jaw wasn't going to be enough to break through to his neck.

Danny let out a laugh as the person kept chewing on his neck like a confused puppy. Oh, Danny thought, they've gone feral. It was odd for someone to go feral but it could occur when a person has gone through something traumatic recently or through extreme stress. It made sense since the person ridding piggy back on him was dressed like a superhero. Danny wondered if that was why the person didn't have a scent. Danny learns facepalmed when he remembered that scentblockers existed and not everyone's scent dramatically changed whenever they went out as a hero. The scent change was probably one of the few things that have kept him alive up to this point to be honest.

"So, I guess you're not going to tell me why you're chewing on my neck like the worlds most pathetic vampire, are you?" No one deserves that title more than the fruitloop to be honest. He made a mental note to use that one against Vlad the next time he saw him.

Chewy whined at this, seeming to slump a bit from the apparent failure to bite him. What was that about? Was this actually a vampire? How would a vampire even react to Dannys ecto-blood combo meal anyway? Would it be like food poisoning? Or would it taste amazing from one undead to another. "I'm not exactly human, are you sure you wanna bite me? I might not taste so good." Danny warned, but the moment he mentioned letting the person bite him they were eager again.

Danny chuckled and unzipped the material only a bit before it was loose enough to move out of the way. The vampires bite came with a sharp pain like he expected but there was no suction. No drinking of blood. Just some weirdo biting Danny on the neck. Huh.

Danny hoped he didn't get rabies from this.

He must have accidentally said that out loud as there was a small laugh from the rooftops above them. There stood another person in a superhero outfit with some really tall dude dressed as a giant bat, and that was when Danny decided to bail. It was one thing to let a maybe vampire bite you in a random street in the middle of the night but more of them? And ones a big scary furry? Hard pass.

Phantom did as Phantoms do and went invisible and intangible, escaping from Biteys jaws and startling the heros. He ignored the distressed whine Munchy let out after loosing their spookyest chew toy and quickly rubbed the scent gland near dannys jaw on the top of thier head as an act of comfort before bolting.

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Danny poked at the bite mark on his neck. Screw rabies, he better not get turned into a werewolf. He didn't need that on top of his ghostly crap. Sam seemed fascinated by the mark, after all, it wasn't every day that Danny got a scar, especially one so obvious. Most injuries heal quickly and leave no trace of him ever being injured in the first place which helped a lot in keeping his secret identity.

Luckily Danny hadn't needed to lie to mom and dad. He truthfully told them about some wierdo jumping off of a nearby rooftop and plunging thier teeth into his neck and that two other people had tried to corner him during this. He assured his mom that he had gotten away quickly but was a little shaken by it and his dad praised him for being brave and managing to escape.

That was nice. But he still had to figure out what was up with this bite...and why he felt so compelled to go back to that city.

Back to that hero.

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Aka an A/B/O au where in Danny's universe all the Alphas are extinct and the betas followed soon after and the DC universe all the Omegas went extinct and betas followed after . Not like a "they finally went extinct in the 1700s after centuries of thier numbers dwindling" thing and became a myth/fairytale (tho I like that too) but a "this might be the missing link between cave men and modern humans" kinda thing.

Its up to you which bat bit Danny and exactly what that means. I love abo aus without smut cause there's so much potential for chaos and I am very much ace.

[just-null]

there wasn't a slice of life moment with these idiots so i took matters into my own hands... this is my modern au (kimetsu gakuen adjacent?) hence their designs.

[captions i was too lazy to add under the cut]

[penny-and-agatha]

to mod: are the anons only digital beings or can we interact with Penny and Agatha ?

depends! think of it as either sending an email in, or being a guest in their home! for example, you can hand them things or pet Sandwich, but it's not the same as sending messages telepathically/influencer style. you can also ask questions privately + individually. some of their answers take the form of flashbacks, like meeting in the hospital ^_^ if anyone has other questions like this, lmk!

[bidokja]

I thought you kin kdj?

anon i hope this is a joke cause if this is a genuine question it is the singlemost scathing read i have ever recieved in my life 👏 bravo

[ratatatastic]

local man haunts (me) open practise yet again more news at 11

[oceanwithinsblog]

i have no idea whatsoever about who the killer(s) might be this season, but i AM worried to death that LORETTA is in huuuuuge danger !!!! SAVE MY LORETTA !!!! YOU WILL NOT HAVE HER DIE TOO

[broke-on-books]

Days since last cried in class: 0

[theflyingfeeling]

I don’t know if I’m just imagining things but I feel like Olli and Aleksi are actually so close 🥺 for example I feel like they post so many pics together and I know they post with others too and it’s not a big deal but e.g. Olli has posted 5 pics with someone else this year and 3 of them are with Aleksi.. so it must mean something right?? 🥺 and I feel like they spend a lot of time together yk even ”outside the band” when they’re having a day off and they still do music (the remix) etc. together 😭

Yeah I mean I for one am so deep in the Olli/Allu delulu land that it's VERY easy for me to agree and confirm all of this 😭 they're boyfriends secret lovers special friends and it shows 🥺

Here are all the pictures of the two of them I could find on Olli's IG, for reference 💞

+ the group picture Olli posted when Aleksi first joined the band, with the caption 'so now there's six of us' 🥺