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[justwonder113]

Sharing bed with Seungmin

Chan; Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

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Summary: After facing the horrible and vile beast and hurting your leg in the fight, your best friend offers to let you stay in his house. Where one thing might lead to another. Warning: cursing as always, there's no surprise there. Not proofread. Both Seungmin and Reader are quite goofy. Reader is gender neutral. Mentions of kissing.

A/N- Hey babies! I'mglad to say I'm back and well. I hope you'll like this fic. Reblogs and cooments are greatly appreciated. Feel free to request and send your thoughts if you have any❤️ Word count- 1.8k

Having your own house is a beautiful experience. It’s like an adventure of having your own kingdom and being a monarch. You have all the privacy and personal space one can dream of; you have peace and quiet; you have freedom to do whatever you want be it walking around butt naked or cooking up a three course meal at  3am; you can have random 3 am dance concerts and so on and so on. Most importantly you could do whatever you wanted to decorate and style it which is what you were busy doing right now.

Lately your Pinterest feed was full of various versions of colorful archways. People came up with so many interesting ways to add a pop of color to their house and it seemed quite easy to do so. So here you were perched on the stool unleashing your inner artist on your archway. Well at least that was the plan. Everything went to gutter when you saw a movement in the corner of your eye. You turned around made eye contact with probably the most disgusting and vile looking grasshopper ever. The horrific appearance of the beast made you scream so hard the beast also got startled and fucking jumped on you! Obviously you lost your shit at that too, your already shaky and unstable stool just couldn’t take it anymore. One second you were screaming your lungs out the next second you were on the floor with your leg hurting like a bitch.

You must have made quite a lot of noise because almost immediately the front door of your house basically burst open and Seungmin rushed towards your hunching figure. You had almost forgotten he was supposed to come over. You had even left your door open for him. Quite convenient, because no way in hell would you be able to stand up and walk towards the door in this state. You sure as hell hoped you didn’t break it.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Seungmin looked frantic as he nervously examined you. You wanted to keep your cool, you really did. But the pain and the shock took over your senses and the next thing you knew you were bawling your eyes out as Seungmin, confused and unsure of what to do, cradled your body close to his frame and tried to calm you down.

You were unsure of what happened next. You were pretty out of it. Maybe out of shock maybe because of the painkillers, who knows. Seungmin did most of… Well basically everything. He helped you get ready, took you to the hospital, did basically all the talking with the doctors, stayed with you through every procedure… He even took care of all the paperwork, bought all the meds and not once did he complain about anything! Even more, he bought you to his house! Well he said because you couldn’t be trusted to be alone but you knew it was because he was worried, also you did complain quite a lot about being afraid of the beast lurking in your house. With your foot strained like this there wasn’t even a possibility for you to run away from the hideous creature.

If you thought that he wasn’t husband material before (oh no you were totally not crushing on your best friend, not at all!), he even made you dinner, which was just finger licking good! He made sure to step away to his room to make a call, but you could still hear how he asked Minho for tips. How could you not love him? He even called Minho! He hated asking him for help. He looked so good doing everything too, all you could think about was how you wanted to kiss him.

“You’re the best Minnie.” You cheered as he helped you get to bed. He insisted that you take his bed, refusing to hear you protest. You loved how he always acted like everything was such a bother and then went out of his way to do it.

“Shut it, I’m only letting you sleep on my bed because knowing your clumsy ass you’ll fall of the sofa and further injure yourself!” He grumbled as he tucked you in like you were a literal child.

“Aww you do care about me.” You couldn’t help but tease.

Seungmin only scoffed – “Don’t push it!”

“I love you too!”- You mused, he rolled hie eyes at that but you could have sworn the corner of his lips lifted up. He was about to leave but you reached in just in time to grab his hand. Seungmin looked taken aback for a second but quickly gathered himself. “Please stay?” You made sure to do your best puppy eyes and it worked! Seungmin immediately caved, but being a stubborn ass, he is he just plopped on you. Careful to not touch your leg but still with enough force to squish you.

Honestly, jokes on him because you only saw this as an opportunity to wrap your hands around him and tightly hug him. He “tried” to get free but you knew that this softie enjoyed the hug, the big ass smile on his face confirmed it. In mere sounds he stopped resisting and continued to just flop on you.

“What are you doing?” He huffed out while his face was adorned with the prettiest smile ever. God you couldn’t understand how could he say anything bad about his smile or even think of hiding it. It was always so innocent and pure. It never failed to put a smile on your face, to light up your whole world.

“Showing how thankful I am?!” – To further prove your point you leaned in and gave him the fastest smooch on his cheek. Seungmin made sure to grimace as dramatically as possible, but as always, his arms wrapping around your waist told whole another story about how he felt.

“Oh really? By kissing my cheek?” What a little shit. Now it was your time to roll your eyes. “Are you insinuating I should kiss you elsewhere?” You tried to not sound as hopeful as you actually felt.

Seungmin barked out a teasing laugh-“As if you could, you don’t have the guts for it!”

You quickly let go of him and crossed your arms to show your disdain, with equally matching scowl adorning your face. That didn’t stop him from hugging your frame, in fact he tightened his hold around your waist. “How dare you sir!”

Seungmin looked at you with challenging look, his eyes full of amusement. “What? Are you going to kiss me then?” His voice was teasing, you couldn’t tell if he was actually for real or not. You couldn’t’ tell if you should challenge him or not.

“I just might!” – You challenged, thinking that you just might as well go with it. You could always play as if you were joking. You hated hiding your true feelings but anything was better than possibly losing him as a friend.

“What are you waiting for then?”? You thought you knew him the best but you couldn’t really decipher what his face meant. Was he actually for real? Were you two about to cross the line that could possibly ruin your friendship either for the best or for the worst?

“Don’t you dare regret it!” You whispered against his lips. When did Seungmin’s face get so close? With every breath your lips slightly brushed against each other. You could smell the minty smell of his toothpaste. God you were really about to do it!

“Wouldn’t dream of it love.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. God, you couldn’t resist him anymore. Here went nothing. Bringing him closer with his face you finally connected your lips together.

His lips were a bit cold and chapped but nonetheless you loved how they felt against yours. Your whole heart was bursting with joy. Every drag of your lips against each other felt like heaven, you couldn’t help but lean in for more. Seungmin must have also felt that way because he also kissed you like a starved man, like you were oxygen he needed to breathe. His hands had shifted from around your waist, one hand held your hip tightly while the other migrated to your neck and softly rested there. You also couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, your one arm was wrapped around his shoulders as the other still held his cheek to have him as close as possible. His lips were almost addictive like a drug you didn’t know needed in your life you just couldn’t get enough.

Unfortunately for you, you had to lean back to get some air. You always thought that oxygen was overrated anyway but biology or whatever. Seungmin also seemed unimpressed to be away from your lips but that still didn’t stop him from covering your whole face and neck with sweet kisses.

“I thought I was the one supposed to be the one saying thanks?” You couldn’t help but giggle as he kissed the ticklish spot on your neck. Seungmin looked up to you for a second then quickly got up. Your heart clenched at the idea that you might’ve done something wrong but he immediately washed away those worries by walking around the bed and laying down on the bed next to you, under the same queen size cover.

You looked at him with wide eyes as he got more comfortable laying on his back and opened his arms for you almost like an invitation. “All done!”

“What are you doing Min?” A smile crept up your face as you examined his mischievous smile.

“I just got more comfortable, you can thank me as much as you want now.” Seungmin answered proudly with the prettiest smirk adorning his face.

 You couldn’t help but mirror the expression. “You’re such a brat sometimes. What should I do with you?”

As if seriously thinking things over Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows and to be extra dramatic crossed his arms. You loved how giddy he felt after your kiss. It felt nice knowing you weren’t the only one losing your shit on the inside.

Seungmin smiled, and you knew immediately he was about to smartass you. You tried to turn away from him to not give him the satisfaction but he was quicker. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer to his body, his forehead gently resting on yours. “You love me!” After rolling your eyes at his goofyness you sighed in defeat and relaxed into the hug.

“You know what? I do.” You leaned in and sealed your lips again to further confirm your feelings. You would have hurt your leg a long time ago if you knew it things would end up like this.

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[writingsofwesteros]

Hii! I love your fics and I was wondering if you could do a fic where the stark family gets really yandere over their new step mother after catelyn dies and bed marries her. Like all the children ( including Jon and theon ) are just obsessed with their new mother and ned is like sickly in love with her too ?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

Ned did not think it was possible for him to love another; not after Cat. He had not expected to lose her nor had the children, he imagined. He had thought with the many heirs that littered his halls; the Lords would not speak of another wife. Nor did he think such intense emotions would be felt by him for his new bride. His thoughts were soon falling from his mind as the soft hands of hers moved to his larger, more muscled shoulders. “Your mind is too loud.” She sweetly whispered into his ear that nearly had Ned’s eyes falling shut. Ned only hummed; his head falling back as he looked up at her. Her hands slowly moved up and down his chest.

“You worry too much.” Ned could only silently agree, not that he would ever tell his pretty, new wife such things. “I know something that would quieten this mind..” Ned replied in his deep, gruff tone that sent shivers down her spine. “Do you?” His wife pressed another kiss behind his ear before moving down his neck. Ned greedily captured her soft lips with his own; his larger hand gently moving to the back of her head as the kiss only deepened. A soft gasp escaped her when the Lord pushed his tongue to dance with her own; her mouth watering taste was incredibly addicted. It was why he spent many nights between her legs for hours.

His free hand slowly moved up her side; the feel of her warmth and curves had his fat cock twitching in his breeches. “Ned…” She whispered as she leaned away; fighting to catch her breath as a soft pink blush moved over her cheeks. Their noses brushed together as he slowly moved to stand; his body crowding her with ease. A soft smile tugged on her lips as he leaned in once more. Unfortunately, the sounds of children came closer. The large, wooden door of their shared chambers were easily pushed open as Sansa and Arya led the pack. Gracefully, his wife removed himself from her side; arms already open to collect Rickon who was already racing ahead with laughter. 

His wife’s laughter joined Rickon's, a harmonious blend of joy that seemed to lighten the very air in the room. Just as she had brought such light to his life and thankfully had welcomed his children into her heart. Her fingers brushed through the boy’s hair and kept him close as Rickon only wrapped his arms around her tightly. She placed him with ease on her hip as his hand clutched the small wooden wolf that was his most prized possession. “I thought you were trying to sleep, hmm?” She whispered into his ear as Sansa gently reached for her hand to hold. “There is a storm.” Rickon whined into her ear as she looked over to Ned whose smile couldn’t help but grow wider at the sight in front of him.

“A storm, you say?” she murmured soothingly into Rickon's ear, her voice a comforting balm. “No storm can hurt you while we’re all together.” She began to play with Sansa’s hand as Robb stepped closer; pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before ruffling Rickon’s shaggy head and the boy could only giggle out before snuggling into her neck once more. “The storm is not trying to scare you.” Ned watched as she so sweetly comforted his child whilst his own desire to give her one of her own began to build. 

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“Theon has never left her side this morning,” Jon complained as he lent against the wooden fence; the whipping of arrows flew close to his ear. Robb only chuckled as his arrow landed in the middle as it always did. “Are you jealous, brother?” He could not help but tease as he moved to reach for another set of arrows. His smirk only widened as he noticed the soft blush coming over Jon’s face. “Oh, you know you are her favourite.” Jon only glared in silence as the soft laughter of hers echoed in the courtyard once more. It was a familiar sound now. He watched as she softly ruffled Theon’s hair who ducked his head even as he leaned into the affectionate touch. 

It was not long before Ned returned from his morning duties and Jon could not keep his smirk off his face at the sight of Theon stepping away; if only slightly. “Ned…” She breathed out in greeting; her eyes full of warmth as the Lord of Winterfell stepped forward. His hand reached for hers instantly before pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. She moved into his side; his presence was always a welcomed one especially as she still was not used to the cold air. Ned smirked into her hair and pressed another soft kiss as his larger hand moved up and down her back. “You have returned early.” His wife commented as he locked eyes with her; his figure towering over her which she would never admit to enjoying so much.

Ned only smirked; he could not possibly admit that he cut the hunt short to return to his new wife’s side. Not that his bannermen and Lords had judged him for it, in matter of fact, they had been brave enough to tease him. “I do believe the children are in the kitchens.” Ned whispered into her ear as the boys below continued their training. His sons had seemingly found a new source of energy and competitiveness, it seemed. “They wanted to bake a cake for you.” Ned continued as she hooked her arm around his. “I imagine we will find a mess,” She giggled sweetly up at her husband but happiness completely wrapped around her. She had never thought she would be welcomed as she has done.

Ned's heart warmed at the sight of his wife’s smile, her joy contagious. He couldn’t resist another gentle kiss on her temple, savouring the simple pleasure of her presence. “I believe we should find them.” Ned whispered; his hand moving to her lower back protectively. “Goodbye boys,” She called over her shoulder as her smile only widened at them. The sight of the three of them trying to be in view as Theon’s arrow fell off the mark was amusing for Ned to witness as he gently guided his wife to the kitchens.

[actuallysaiyan]

The RainIII(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, size kink, Toshinori in his All Might form, Reader is given a hero name(feel free to ignore if you don't want to imagine yourself as this hero), Reader is All Might's former mentee, established relationship, vaginal fingering, quickies, semi-public sex

word count: 1.8k

pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Hero!Reader

summary: you see him at an award ceremony and you both try your best to keep your feelings under wraps. you and him have a very risky quickie.

a/n: Read part one and part two to understand the plot!

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist:  @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai , @thestarsystemsworld, @pixelcafe-network

The way he looks at you, you swear you’re about to combust. He rarely gives you this kind of look when you’re in public. Especially not while he’s out accepting an award. You look at him with a similar look. It’s the kind of look that says, “I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get home." The only issue is that the public doesn’t know that you two are together yet.

He’s so graceful with everything too. You’ve long admired this man for ages. He was your mentor; he helped you become the hero you are today. How many of these people know of his sacrifices to keep them safe? Do they know about his injury that has left him incapable of keeping his form for very long?

Or are your eyes the only ones who get to see the beautiful Toshinori Yagi in the way he’s meant to be looked at?

“I couldn’t have gotten this far without my supporters, fans, and of course, my wonderful colleagues! I am your Symbol of Peace, but please trust me when I say that a hero is nothing without his fellow heroes.”

The crowd erupts in cheers. You smile as you look at him from your spot on the side of the stage. Your hero costume feels heavy on your body. Toshinori seems to be really enjoying seeing you in it. It’s been a while since he’s seen you up close in your hero costume. And he just keeps giving you that look, in such a sly way too.

He answers a few questions, and your heart races in your chest when he’s asked about his love life. He doesn’t dare look at you this time. You had both decided to wait to make this official in the public eye. He just laughs heartily as always.

“There may be someone in my life who I’ve always admired, but I can’t give any more details than that.”

The crowd begins speculating. You love the way they eat up every single word he says. You watch as a few other heroes step up to the podium to answer some questions as well. As per usual, you do not miss the way Endeavor glares at your lover. 

Trying to sneak off backstage, you’re stopped by Mt. Lady. She smirks at you, clearly wanting to share some juicy gossip with you. You follow her towards the small sitting area rustled up for heroes who weren’t going to be interviewed during this award ceremony.

“Did you hear that?! All Might has a lover!” She says, her eyes wide.

You laugh, “I sure did. I wonder though... someone he’s admired for a long time...”

She begins talking your ear off, trying to think of the right person that fits the bill. You wish you could tell her the truth, but you promised you wouldn’t say anything to any of your colleagues. It would be something you both do together as a couple.

“I mean, I think he had something with Sir Nighteye.” This makes you laugh.

“Oh definitely,” you nod your head. “Those two were as thick as thieves. They were probably in a secret relationship.”

This was something you had been thinking about lately. Who were the people that Toshinori had dated before you? You weren’t jealous. In fact, you were more than curious. You tried to pry the information out of your lover, but you never had a good chance to do so.

“A secret relationship? That sounds like All Might.” Yu chatted with you. She seemed to be even more interested in the subject than you previously thought.

“Of course. It’s totally him. That man keeps everything private.”

Then she turns to look at you, and she notices the way you’re smirking. "Hey, he did give you quite the look during his speech.”

Your heart drops, and you try to laugh it off. She smirks, but her attention is thankfully taken off of you when Shinji Nishiya walks into the backstage area. You knew those two had a decently close relationship when Mt. Lady ruined Kamui Woods debut as a hero.

“Hey Shinji! Do you think All Might is in a secret relationship? We think he was together with Sir Nighteye…”

The two of them gossip while you watch the line of pro heroes coming to the backstage area. You’re waiting for him, of course. He’d probably be one of the last ones to enter the backstage area. You try not to make it obvious that you are indeed waiting for All Might considering you think Mt. Lady might think you two are seeing each other.

He enters the area, giving you a ‘blink-and-you’ll-miss-it’ type of look. You try to busy yourself with talking to the other pro heroes, but you desperately want to go home with the man of the hour. This is when you catch the angry look of Enji Todoroki, and you’re so quick to avert your gaze.

The rain begins to fall on the tent you’re all sitting in. It was supposed to be an award ceremony and a glorified mingling session for the pro heroes, but with the rain coming down, people were starting to want to head to dryer places to be able to mingle. You try to keep an eye on your lover while still trying to maintain a comfortable distance.

“Say,” Yu leans in to talk to you once more. “Want to come to the restaurant with a few of us?”

You shrug, “Yeah! Sounds like fun. Wanna give me some time to get into something more suited for the restaurant?”

“Sure thing! Let’s meet outside of the restaurant in an hour.”

You agree on the time and place, then you’re making your way out of the tent. After a few minutes, you feel someone following you. When you peek behind yourself and see your lover, your heart begins racing. He winks at you and nods. You know better than to immediately go to him while the press is still around.

This ends up with the two of you finding shelter in a makeshift tent nearby for the camera and electrical equipment. You’re both a little damp from the rainfall. It only made things between you both even hotter.

Toshinori looks at you like he wants to devour you. He knows he’ll have more time to take you later, but right now he needs something quick. The man growls as he picks you up and begins kissing you hungrily. His tongue penetrates your mouth, wrestling and tangling with yours.

You hold onto him, loving the way the spandex of his suit was clinging to his muscles right now. The rain had only done you favors, really. Toshinori smirks when he pulls away from the kiss.

“We gotta make this quick,” you whine. “I have to be at the restaurant in different attire in less than an hour.”

“You too, huh?” He laughs softly.

It takes very little for him to undo your hero costume, stripping it off your body. You were well aware that anyone could catch you two, but you didn’t care. Even if this was how you two would show the world you were together, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was feeling him fill you up.

“I need to prepare you,” he grunts in your ear. He sucks on two of his fingers, then he eagerly uses them to stretch open your little hole.

Your breathing became uneven, and you had to lean on him because you absolutely didn’t trust your legs right now. Toshi takes little time to begin fucking you with his thick fingers. You were pretty used to him being in his true form, so for you to feel this stretch was quite a nice change of pace as well.

“Poor little girl,” he smirks as he watches you rely on him to keep you upright. “You’ve been missing daddy’s cock.”

You can’t even argue with this. He’s been quite busy lately, so it’s been a while since either of you could have some alone time. You missed the way he stimulated you, and you definitely were missing the sex and intimacy.

Toshi pumps his fingers deeper and harder in your pussy until you’re dripping all over his hand. He pulls it from you, making you whine at the loss of contact. It’s quickly replaced with a muffled moan as he spears you onto his length. You barely realized when he undressed himself.

“Gotta be quiet, baby.” He moans in your ear as he begins to pick up his pace. “We don’t wanna be caught like this.”

You lean against him, nuzzling against his muscular chest and biting down whenever the pleasure gets too good. He’s hitting spots deep inside of you that have you seeing stars. Toshinori laughs softly at the way you’re just a moaning mess now. 

“Look at you,” he coos. “Already this fucked out on daddy’s cock, huh? What a good girl.”

You nod eagerly, biting down on his chest once more when he slams you down on him. He continues to fuck you like this, making the pleasure bubble deep inside of you. The knot in your tummy was about to unravel, especially if he was going to continue slamming right up against that sweet spot. You try to tell him you're close, but you can barely get the words out.

"T-Toshi,” you whine. “C-cumming.”

He laughs once more, loving the way he can just reduce you to this fucked out little lover. It boosts his ego when he knows he’s the one that can make you feel this way. You, this up-and-coming hero who’s got her career ahead of her and him, this washed out beloved older hero... it’s just the match made in heaven.

Your walls begin pulsating around him as you bite down hard on his pec. You’re going to leave a mark, that was for sure. When you manage to catch your breath after such an intense orgasm, you rest your head on his chest and look up at him with all the love in your eyes.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “When you look at me like that, princess, you make it hard for me to last much longer.”

You don’t stop giving him that lovesick look. Toshinori grits his teeth as he begins to pump you full of his thick seed. Slowly, he lowers you down on your shaky legs after he manages to come down from his high. He helps you back into your hero costume, smirking when he thinks about how his seed is going to be dripping from your abused cunt.

Then, with a long and passionate kiss, Toshinori guides you out of the tent. He winks at you before you two part ways.

“See you at the restaurant, Powerhouse.”

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[nicohii]

down bad.

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

Genre: Angst. Major Character Death. Mutual Pining.

Tags: You and Suguru are lovers turned exes. Happens before and during Shibuya.

Summary:  he left without saying goodbye and you are left to pickup the pieces during the aftermath. or where you make amends with geto's choice.

inspired by taylor swift's down bad.

He left without saying goodbye.

That's the thought that you go back to every time you pass his room. Empty, cold. He still had his uniform hung behind the door, some snacks left unfinished, some unopened chips, and his indoor slippers under that bed, unkempt.

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You were scouted at least a month after Suguru was. You did not understand at first when the scouts came to you, all you did was touch a classmate to try and heal their broken leg. Just like you always did in the countryside. You didn't even understand why it was a big deal. Your grandma could do it, your mom could do it, so why now, that you're in the city, is it such a big deal?  Turns out the Reverse Techniques has been passed down from generation to generation from your family – or at least that's what they told you. All you know back then is that it was free education, you get paid handsomely when you choose it as a career path, and you have one classmate who had the same skills like you do. You are not alone, there are others like you, so it's fine.

But the thing with being grouped with the strongest is you tend to donned the weakest even if you're just normal. It's not really helping that in the moments where missions might become a little bit messy that usual, you get last pick. You were grateful at first, but when everyone's becoming special grade, and you're still at 2nd Grade – at the same level as your juniors, it does wear you down a little. You can't help but feel like they're keeping you in your year just because of your age.

And in those days where you are lost in your thoughts, he was there. A warm hand touches your back, a warm smile, a soft voice that asks you how have you been? Have you been holding up? How is training going? He tells you stories of home, you share parts of you to him too. You lay yourself bare in white and black and gray, you lay even the ugliest parts of you to him. He tries to do the same too. Tries –  not because he doesn't want to be as open as you are  but that's just the way he is you suppose. In those shared moments where Suguru Geto unravels who you are, and you unravel Suguru Geto, you both get tangled. It's a lovely mess, you both suppose.

You both establish a sense of normalcy in a world that is too complicated from the outside world to understand. You fall in love in those moments where he finds peace in your arms when he gets back from a mission. He finds peace in watching you improve your techniques.

It's love, you think. You think it when he softly caresses your face when it's just the two of you; when he traces the outline of your lips; when he takes your hand in his when you are together, interlocking your fingers together. You feel it when he kisses your temples, when his warmth embraces you when he wraps his arms around you. It’s there when he tucks you snugly against him in the quiet moments.

It's love, he confirms. He thinks about it when the two of you become one in his room; when you softly comb his hair with you finger tips and kiss his lips, his nose, his eyes. You love him, he feels it in all his bones, it seeps into his nerves and it feels like he will be alright – as long as the both of you are here. He feels it when you look at him and offer him the rest, he so desperately needs just by looking at him. The voices and dilemma in his mind turn into silence. You are here, he’s here – that’s love.

He vows to himself that in this world, as chaotic as it is, if you too are with each other, it doesn’t matter. He doesn't care who is strongest. He doesn't care. He repeats that over and over until he is looking into your eyes after, and whispering how much he loves you. You say it back and everything is in place. He repeats it when you’re sleeping. He vows to keep this with all his might. He vows to keep you safe. He considers what the both of you have as piece of treasure he managed to find by himself.

It's after a very much complicated mission, one with Satoru. One where he had to witness someone dying in front of him, one that shook him to his core that you notice the changes.

He has become more reserved, even if you wiggle beside him in his bed to cuddle, to ask him what's wrong. He just tells you it's fine, he'll get by, and you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. But you do! You do want to worry about it, you want to know whatever distress is scrambling in his head. You want him to talk to you, you try to communicate, but the both of you can feel a chasm that has opened in him, that even you cannot stop him into heading into a space where he is too far gone for even you to reach out to him.

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He told you it was just a mission he had to go to alone, and you were sent to Kyoto for more training. That you will both catch up over the weekend when he comes back and when you come home. You bought him snacks for fuck's sake. The salty one's so he can keep it all to himself because god knows Satoru hates that stuff.

So how, in the span of 24 hours, did it become radio silent? How in the world, in the span of a day did he manage to annihilate a village, take two kids, and kill his parents.

It takes almost a week, you think, for them to get a hold of him. They tell you of how they managed to get in contact with him in Shinjuku and how he tells them of his grand plan, some deranged idea of mass murder and genocide. How Satoru practically made a scene outside of a fucking KFC... and all you can think of, aside from the atrocity against humanity is that how, in that time span, he never thought of coming in contact with you.

You are jealous. As shameful as it sounds, you really are. If you were as significant as Satoru would he have spoken to you one last time? If you we're as skilled as Shoko, would he have come to you too?

Damn Suguru, you could've sent me a text. You thought.

You wanted to get mad at him, actually – you were. First off, he made out with you in one of the darkest corridors, fucked your brains out, and dipped. Second, he told you he loved you, you were there, all along, in all of the steps he had taken in Jujutsu Tech from Point A and Point B, you were always there beside him. Clinging into his arm both literally and figuratively. You were there, he could've told you, you would've understood, but he didn’t. You asked him, you wanted to know. You wanted to bear the weight of it all. You were there – scrambling trying to uncover what it was that weighed him down, what made his chest hurt, what made his nights sleepless. The mess of it all, the ugliest parts of it all, you were ready for it, you made it known despite how weak everyone might’ve thought of you, you were ready to make a jump and a run for it. But here you were, alone. He didn’t even bother letting you get a peek of it. You we’re clueless. He didn’t even had the balls to tell you to your face.  

It's like you didnt have any right to join him in his silent battle just because. As much as you hated it, you wanted to blame him, to tell him how dare he to rob you of the chance to share the burden with him yet spit in Satoru's face that no one would understand when you've been here all along?

You waited. Waited. Waited.

 You wait for a text, a call, a shadow. But he never does come. You make a fool out of yourself in waiting, you suppose. Sneaking into his abandoned room (no one dares to touch his things). You lay in his bed; it still reeks of him. You wail into his pillows. You sneak a nap while you are at it at times, holding your own hand until you are in that space between sleep and awake to pretend that it's someone else's hand. His hand. You breathe deeply enough until his scent overwhelms you. You tried calling only to find out he changed his number. You light up cigarettes in his room even if you don't particularly smoked yourself in a pathetic attempt to make believe that he is still there. Tried finding remnants of the memories you had with him across the city and realize it’s no use because all it ever does is hurt you all over again, ten times over when you realized he isn't there. You swear to see his figure in all the places you shared, but deep down you know how big of a lie that is because you know how if he did not want to be found.

I love you.

He whispered that to your face. He looked at you in the eyes when he did. You said it back. So why is he not here now? Why are you left here wondering what you did wrong? What you had failed to do? Were you to weak in his eyes to even handle a single good bye?

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You graduate with only Satoru and Ieri. You have made peace with it. So much so that by the end of that year, all his things are already stored in boxes, and his room is already ready for new occupancy. You would be lying if you said you were not a mess as you took his uniform from the hanger and folded it before placing it in the box. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t hurt. Because it did. It still does. But it’s also that year is when you also decided that second-hand smoke can never be a second-hand presence to substitute a love that can now never be and you make amends and come to the conclusion that you won't be going anywhere if you keep on locking yourself in that room.

So, you vacate it, keep everything kempt, sealed.

It is when you also decide that you do not want this life anymore. That as much as being a jujutsu sorcerer is a noble cause with good money, you don’t want to stay in it anymore. Because as long as you're in there, you will always be reminded of him. It is shameful maybe, but Satoru and Ieri assures you it is not. That they too understand, that despite of it all, they will still be in touch. You heard a few years later that Nanami does the same. So there’s that. An assurance that divergence is normal. Suguru made his choice, and now you are making yours. That’s just how things are.

You open a small bar in Shinjuku. A little hole in the wall pub with warm tones and yellow lights. It is silent, a life that made you fall into a routine. It kept you occupied and busy – until you somehow almost forget the box of things that is kept under your bed; until you forget the smooth voice that whispered, I love you before you go to sleep; until you don’t hold your own hand anymore; until you forget that you needed someone. Until you forget that you hated him.

Your friends visit from time to time, and you bond over things that happened in high school, laugh about it, and talk about the time that has passed between all of you. No one mentions the fourth presence missing but it's an understanding. All you know is that he became a cult leader and you don't ask anymore. When you left that room, you vowed to have left the man you love in there too.

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You curse yourself, hips hurting. Leaning back and stretching, before restocking the fridge. Downside of owning a business you suppose. Closing time by yourself is one of the things you hate the most. Next time you won’t be so lenient and tell your staff that someone really has to be on the night shift aside from you, night differential be damned.

The door chimes jingle and you mentally curse yourself for forgetting to lock the door after turning the sign. This is the what? Fifth time this week? You don’t finish up stocking, not even looking up when you tell the intruder, "Buddy, the sign says closed."

"Just one drink is all and I know the owner."

You almost drop the bottle, his voice crawls in your skin until it grips your chest and you're back in that room. You're 17 again, smelling of second-hand smoke. You turn and see him making himself comfortable on the barstools, facing you. With that same smile and creases in his eyes. He has aged, finely at that. He smiles as if he had not trampled over you for the past decade, as if no time has passed and he has just come back from a long mission.

You grit your teeth so hard, you feel the muscles of your skin taut.

"What are you doing here?" you spat out and he softens. The years, despite having passed, favored him. He had been wider, more solid through the robes. His hair flowing behind him, and he walks with more grace and confident than you remember.

"I deserve that. I'm just a customer who wanted to drink." He responds, a teasing smile and raising his hands in surrender.

"There's a million bars in Shinjuku and you decide on a bar whose sign clearly says 'CLOSED'." You tell him. Your grip tightens around the bottle neck and you swear you are ready to hurl it at him.

"Well, you got me. Though I must admit, I do like the sight of the bartender. "You scoff at the smirk on his face. His years of speaking to his followers had made him still the ever-smooth talker.

You take a glass from the counter and put ice cubes in it, pouring him the whisky you had in your hand before placing a coaster and glass in front of him. He gives you a smile in acknowledgement before taking a sip bottoms-up and gesturing his empty glass. You pour him another one.

"Yeah well, you hadn't had the problem leaving that same bartender before. So, to what does she owe the favor of this great leader's presence." You tell him before placing a platter of salted nuts in front of him.

"To talk may be, a breath of air? Who knows." He pops some into his mouth before staring. His eyes never once leave you and it makes you conscious. Your body has aged, a little added weight in all the places that his hands used to explore, with nothing more than jeans and a sweater. Not that what he thinks about you matters anymore.

"You're still wearing my sweater." he says, taking a sip of his drink. You curse yourself. But you can’t meet his eyes so you opt to make your own drink. What is there to say?

Well, there are days, that I miss you.

This is a comfortable sweater.

Why are you here?

"Have a drink with me?"  He motions and you place your glass next to him, carried the bottle next to you and you round up the bar counter to sit with him. You feel his heat from where you are, mere inches away from him. You both stare at your reflections at the bar mirror in front. For a moment you wanted to fool yourself that this is what you could have almost looked like. An aged couple, with probably that small apartment you planned on renting out around the quieter parts of suburban Tokyo. The whispered plans comeback and he looks at you through the reflections and gives you a knowing look. He was thinking about it too.

"How have you been?" you ask him. You look down at the golden liquid in your glass. You swirl it around before taking a sip.

"Better." He mirths, "You?"

Miserable. Fucking miserable. Because you broke me and just when I'm doing better you come here.

"Good," you tell him. "How are the girls?"

"Great. They’re big now, would've been easier if they had a mother figure though."

You catch the implication he is getting at but also frown at it, what does he mean? You would have gone with him had he asked you and he didn’t. So why is he spewing this bullshit now?  It gives you a proper headache and you can’t find it in you to play coy with him.

"I don't know what you want me say, Suguru." you turn to him.  He looks down at you, with that hazel eyes you fell in love with years ago. There is a moment of silence before he closes his eyes slowly and swallows thickly. A mannerism you were able to catch on during your early years that apparently, he hasn’t shaken off until now.

"I'm sorry."

And for a moment he becomes blurred out before you feel the pads of his thumbs wipe your eyes, the palm of his hands warm on your cheeks. There is a burst in your chest that you cannot control as much as you wanted to. You want to chide yourself for it, but the honest parts of you know that those two words meant the decade of waiting finally catches up to you. You wanted an apology, here it is.

You grab his hands before pushing them deeper against your face, turning your head in one side to kiss the palm of his hand, just like you always did. Just like before. When he told you he loved you. You sob, and you cry and it is ugly but he does not make a move to remove them. He moves to gather the entirety of you into him, engulfing you in his arms until your face is mushed against his chest and you are swallowed in his robes. You feel the weight of his chin on top of your head and you just let yourself fall apart in those arms. You wail, you make a mess of his clothes. He does not smell like he usually did, he reeks of sanitizer and antiseptic. But that warmth, oh that warmth.

“You have questions.” His voice reverberates against your whole body. Vibrations in your ears as he seems to hold you tighter. You practically clung to him and you feel pathetic and desperate at the same time. Your mind swimming in a million why’s, your heart drowning in a billion memories.

The mind tried to forget, the heart can’t, the soul always remembers.

"You left me Suguru, you left me and I didn’t know why. I would have gone with you until the end. We promised. So why am I alone?" , you sob in his clothes and you feel him take a particularly deep breath. "You told me you loved me, I do too. I love you. I always have, I always will. You hurt me, but I'm still here. So why?" You grip the back of his shirt tighter.

"You don't deserve to be in this mess." Is all he says. His arms loosens as he downs his glass. You withdraw from him and fix yourself. His drink is finished and he stands up. You stare at him in question. What the fuck does that mean?

"I think you should go out of Tokyo for a while." He tells you as he fixes himself. You stand up too, grabbing his arm before he makes a move for the door. He can’t tell you his plan, because at the end of the day, his choice has driven both of you on opposite sides of the battlefield. He can’t risk you knowing his plan. At the end of the day, you loved each other, but believe in very different things. He’s on his way into getting his hands on the Queen of Curses, and you’re here trying to build your life.

"What do you mean, Suguru?' He tells you nothing.

He tilts your chin, thumb caressing your lip, pulling it down the way he did before.  His eyes wonder across your face, in this dimly lit room under yellow lights, you looked as beautiful as the day he left you. He wondered, in another life, in another time, in another universe, he would have married you like he always planned. He would have taken you, or maybe the world would not be so complicated as it is. He does not have any regrets in this life. He stands by the choices that he had made, there is no question about that. There is no room for any of it now in this life too.  But he hopes there is another one, and maybe in that, he would’ve been okay being reborn as one of the monkeys he so desperately hated – maybe all of you will, and he’ll get to raise the girls with you under different circumstances.

"I meant it, when I said before. I still mean it now." He tells you. "Do you mean it too? What you said earlier?"

You still love me?

"I do."

He closes his eyes for a while, that all he needed to hear. For a moment you see the boy that had always felt at home in your arms, the boy you shared all your firsts with. You are reminded by all the things that was. You are reminded that both of are slaves to the universe’s twisted wishes, he just had the guts to defy it.

"Can I have one for the road?"  He asks when he opened his eyes. You nod as you lean in. He doesn’t say anything after that, just tucks a hair behind your ear. I'll see you around is the last thing you hear before the door chimes jingle and you're alone again.

You’re back to square one. You leave the glasses in the counter. You lock the door, and you take his advice, taking nothing but a box of belongings of someone who you once knew with you.

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In his last moments, with a missing arm he tries to take a rest. He thinks of a next time, on ways to do it better the second time around and trying to catch his breath, he hears familiar footsteps. A smile catches on his lips. "You’re late as usual, Satoru."

He comes clean about the things he did leading up to where they are now. Him and Satoru talks about principles. He asks about his family, and it puts him to rest knowing that every single one of them managed to escape. He doesn’t have any last words. Satoru leans down to him.

"I don't regret anything." He continues, "I just wished I could've talked to her longer."

"She left before you attacked."

"I'm glad. At least curse me until the end." he tells the white-haired man who tells him nothing in return. Or maybe he did say something, he was just too busy envisioning a specific face, under yellow lights, his thumb on those lips. Those look of adoration directed at him. He would have loved to come home to those eyes, to that warmth.

I love you. I always have, I always will.

He thinks about how you’ll react when you hear of his death. He hopes you don’t beat yourself up for it. You are the last thing he thinks about before he goes to a bright place. There is a vacant bench in it.

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You didn't imagine your last moments to be like this. In the busy streets of Shibuya, trying to free of what is supposed to be the strongest sorcerer who apparently managed himself to get sealed. You did not imagine to return as a sorcerer only to be killed by some random first-grade curse you failed to saw coming. You suppose, it is fine, at least the civilians it was after were able to run away into safety, but being stabbed in the stomach is no fun.

You hate the taste of your own blood in your mouth and you can really use a drink right now. And on a random train platform too? It's fucking disgusting, you tell yourself. What is that sticky goo in your arms anyway? Is that gunk? Is that your blood? You feel your shirt getting wetter by the second and your eyes grow heavy. You don’t even feel it when you topple over.

The body forgets, but the soul remembers.

You faintly register being carried, a warm set of arms, in robes you suppose and the smell of antiseptics.

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You squint your eyes and you realize you are in a white room. Oh. You fucked up. Maybe it's the afterlife or maybe it's delirium but you know that it's not maybe, that the fact of the matter is, you reached the end. So much for one last act of redemption.

The after life, or whatever this is, is quiet. There is no screaming, no scent of death, there just is. So, you walk. The echoes of your shoes revert to your ears. You keep going, until you see a familiar form sitting on a bench.

Huh.

He turns and there it is. Those same hazel eyes.

"You're here."

"I guess I am."

He's 17 again, and so are you, it's been so long since you saw the eyes you fell in love with. There is a nervousness in them that you almost forgot, like he is asking for some kind of validation. Like they would break if you turned away. You stare down at yourself and realize it has been a while since you donned this uniform too. You say nothing and walk towards him, you take seat beside him.

He is 27 again when you sit beside him. Hair longer than before, body broader and crow's feet at the sides of his eyes. You are 27 too. In the same sweater he last saw you in.

"I have been waiting. Though I think wishing to see you here is both selfish and hopeful on my part. I just didn't think you'd be here sooner."

"Yeah well, here I am." You both stare at the nothingness.

“Time is different here.” He tells you. You nod.

“You were the last thing I thought about when I died.”  He says at so casually and you almost laugh at it.

“I didn’t come to see you when you died. I just heard it from Shoko and left it at that. I wanted to remember you breathing. But, to give you credit, I wasn’t able to think about anything when I died. I think that settles the two of us don’t you think?” you smile at him. The first time since he left you.

“I think my body took you, a part of my soul somehow remembers you even if I wasn’t there.” He extends his arm along the back of the bench. You instinctively lean towards him. Your head on his shoulder. His cheek rests on top of your head, mushed. You can feel his jaw moving.

"Do you still mean it? What you told me before we parted ways?” He asks again, in that same voice, in that same tone, because he still does. He means it. He admits that despite the bleak afterlife he got (he honestly thinks he deserves worse), having you here makes it heaven.

"Yes. I do."

[moonselune]

idk how you feel about "fix it" endings, but do you have any headcanons for karlach's engine getting fixed before having to go back to avernus and getting that happily ever after with her s/o?

i personally adore fix it endings, if my fiery sweetling karlach doesn't have to suffer then i am all here for it

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Karlach x Reader | The World Is Ours

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It had taken blood, sweat, and every favor you could call in across the Sword Coast, but finally—finally—you’d done it. Karlach’s infernal engine, that hellish machinery that had cursed her to a life of torment and threatened to drag her back to Avernus, had been fixed. Her heart was at peace, no longer running on a devil’s borrowed power, no longer burning her from the inside out.

As she ran her hands over her chest, where the engine once roared and burned, the pure shock and disbelief in her face made your heart swell. Her hands trembled, her breath catching as she looked up at you with eyes glistening in the dim evening light.

“Wait—really?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper, like she couldn’t trust herself to believe it just yet.

You took her hands and nodded. “It’s real. It’s done, Karlach. You’re free.”

The joy that bloomed on her face was nothing short of breathtaking. She pulled you into a bear hug that nearly lifted you off the ground, her laugh echoing through the streets, full and rich and full of life. And in that moment, all you could think was that this was exactly what she deserved. Karlach, unburdened, free of the ever-present fear of being dragged back to hell, laughing and unbound.

“Well,” she said, beaming and breathless as she finally released you, “I don’t know about you, but I think this calls for a celebration!”

And celebrate you did. The tavern was alive with the sounds of laughter, cheers, and music as you ordered round after round of drinks. You’d never seen Karlach so carefree, so completely in her element. She slapped you on the back, clinked her mug with yours, and, for the first time in a long time, laughed without restraint. The sound was infectious, filling the room with a warmth that rivaled the fire of her heart.

The two of you were soon roped into a rowdy drinking game with a few of the locals. Karlach, competitive as ever, knocked back pint after pint with ease, each drink met with a triumphant laugh as she challenged the burly blacksmith beside her. You did your best to keep up, but you were quickly outpaced. Still, her enthusiasm was infectious, and even though you could barely see straight, you couldn’t help but laugh right along with her.

“Think you’ve had enough, fireheart?” you teased, slurring slightly as you lifted your own mug in a mock toast.

Karlach gave you a playful glare, downing another drink with ease. “Never enough! Not after what we’ve been through.”

The hours slipped by in a haze of celebration, the room spinning around you as you danced, sang, and stumbled through the night. Finally, after far too many drinks and even more laughter, the two of you found yourselves outside the tavern, arm in arm, the cool night air sobering you just enough to feel the full weight of everything you’d accomplished.

“You know,” Karlach said, her voice softer now, her eyes locked on the stars above, “I never thought I’d get this far. To be here, free and alive…with you.”

You squeezed her hand, feeling a rush of affection that was nearly overwhelming.

“We did it together,” you replied, your voice just as soft. “And now, there’s nothing holding us back.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment, the city quieting around you, bathed in the glow of lantern light and the faint whispers of distant celebrations. Finally, Karlach broke the silence, grinning as she turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“So…what’s next?”

“Well,” you replied, a grin spreading across your face, “we could see how many taverns we can visit before anyone notices we’re missing.”

Karlach laughed, pulling you close and kissing you with a fierceness that made your head spin all over again. “Lead the way, my fearless love.”

Over the next few months, you and Karlach carved a life that felt more like a dream than reality. From the soaring peaks of the Spine of the World to the golden sands of Amn, you traveled together, diving headfirst into whatever adventure came your way. Bandits, monsters, hidden treasures—you tackled them all side by side, unafraid and unstoppable. Each night was a celebration of the day you’d survived, a toast to the life you were building together.

With Karlach by your side, every day was vibrant, full of laughter and stories shared under the stars. She threw herself into every experience with the same enthusiasm she had for life itself, always eager to explore new places and meet new people. And, in turn, you found yourself looking at the world with fresh eyes, inspired by her joy and curiosity.

But it wasn’t just the adventures that brought you closer; it was the quiet moments, too. Those stolen evenings by the campfire, where Karlach would lean against you, her head resting on your shoulder, her engine humming softly—a gentle reminder that she was truly, fully alive.

One evening, as you sat together watching the sun dip below the horizon, Karlach took your hand, her fingers warm against yours.

“I used to dream of this,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Of being free, of having a life…a real life, with someone who didn’t just see me as a weapon. And now, here we are.” She looked at you, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Thank you. For giving me this. For being here with me.”

You felt a lump rise in your throat as you squeezed her hand, unable to find the words to fully express everything you felt. So instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, letting your actions speak for you. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her embrace, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

With each passing day, Karlach’s gratitude became a constant refrain, her whispered “thank yous” filling the quiet spaces between battles and journeys. She’d lean into you, her voice filled with a fierce, unwavering love, a promise wrapped in every word.

And every time, with a smile or a laugh, you’d reply, “I wouldn’t choose any other life but this.”

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this was so wholesome to write !! I really do adore karlach my beloved and i hope you guys enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

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[teecupangel]

Been holding a thought on my brain for too long abt putting Desmond in Situations: have you watched Dimension 20's The Unsleeping City? At least s1. Bc 1) watch it, it's so good & 2) I specifically in this situation think abt Bad Weather being the normal version of the bar in Broadway that Kingston & Misty go to. Pre-canon Desmond seeing past the Umbral Arcana & getting involved in magic shenanigans..... Yeah.

You know his latent Eagle Vision is peeling out & seeing the magic shit happening in New York City. You KNOWWWWW. Please tell me one of your followers has been thinking this too.

I have good news for you, nonny, because I have just started watching Dimension 20 this year but I am a slow watcher so I’ve only gotten as far as the first 3 episodes of Unsleeping City season 2 (atm, I think my fav D20 moment is with the Bad Kids’ “Spring Break, I believe in you!” XD). I’m one of those few people who’s pathway to D&D and TTRPG is Oxventure→No Rolls Barred/Chaotic Neutral→Mystery Quest so I am absolutely late to the party XD

Anyway, for this one, we need to do a bit of housekeeping.

I’m basing this on the title of the opening theme New York 2006 because I think that’s the year Season 1 was set (feel free to correct me though)

This means that Desmond would be 19 at that point and we can push it that he’s already working in Bad Weather.

Now, I like the idea that Bad Weather is the normal version of the bar that Kingston and Misty goes to but, may I suggest an alternative?

An earlier possible way to add Desmond to all these shenanigans is to make Bad Weather one of the bars Sofia and Kugrash go to for their ‘hairy baby free drinks scam’.

Towards the end, maybe the last bar they go to, Desmond walks up to Sofia and requested that they leave because the big rat pet she had would make other customers uncomfortable.

Sofia and Kugrash are already drunk at this moment but they hear Desmond call Kugrash a rat and are like “you can see him???”.

Kugrash immediately remembers Desmond as one of the homeless kids he helped when Desmond first moved into the city and had clocked him as ‘strange’ because there was something about him that felt... not exactly magical but almost magical-adjacent.

This ends with Sofia and Kugrash inviting Desmond to their new party as a recruit (with Sofia thinking both (1) this boy needs someone in his life to take care of him and now I’m trying not to cry because my cheating (as far as she knows) husband and I never had kids and (2) maybe he and Pete can get along as newbies with me)

And that is how our Intrepid Heroes managed to recruit an Assassin Rogue who may or may not multiclass to Gloom Stalker in a different playstyle to Liam Wilhelmina.

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Unorganized Notes:

This is a Desmond who doesn’t know about his destiny or his ancestors but his training on the Farm is so ingrained into him that it makes him a Rogue.

Because of his lack of knowledge, we can argue that he could turn into a Thief Rogue instead of Assassin in this one because he had never assassinated anyone before.

In terms of playstyle, he’d actually be more a close combat attacker that uses some kind of switchknife with sneak attack being part of 'bonus action: hide -> main action: sneak attack')

Another suggestion I have is for Desmond to subclass as Phantom, more because of ‘Whisper of the Dead’ where every short or long rest, he can gain one skill or tool proficiency and the flavor text describes it as one of the ghostly presence shares its knowledge to the user. Desmond has no idea what this means because this is pre-canon but this is actually his ancestors managing to create a link to him in some form thanks to the Umbral Arcana mixing with his ‘destiny’.

If you want Desmond to be given the illusion of choice and not be a Rogue, we can make him a Warlock ‘worshiping’ an unknown Fathomless. In this setup, they don’t know who Desmond’s patron is and Desmond himself just shrugs because he can do magic so that’s nice. Part of his deal is that he receives messages from his patron in the form of texts on his phone. They all come from an unknown number he can’t call and the texts are always like ‘The Scholar is pleased with your desire to learn about the history of this place’ or ‘The Prophet is worried of your health and asks that you requests your companions for a rest’ or ‘The Hunter suggests you still find a weapon even if you are using magic’ and this is some weird shit even for Kingston because it seems like Desmond has multiple patrons or maybe even an entire pantheon of unknown gods/beings.

Abstergo is going to be so fucked in this one because, by the time they try to kidnap Desmond, he’d probably be around level 10~12 and maybe even living with Pete in his apartment.

And yes. Desmond absolutely knows Ricky as Mister March as well XD

[mando-din-lorian]

I love me Star Wars time travel shenangians and I am absolutely giggling at the idea of Din going back in time and being, like, an expert in Yoda behavior and antics.

He’s spent so much time with Grogu, he picked up on things that seem to be natural for the species that perfectly align with Yoda.

He knows that they’re a carnivorous, and while they have sharp teeth to cut into meat, they typically swallow their food whole. He knows they like small prey, something usually slimy as it’s easier to swallow, and that food is important to them (as their species burn a lot of energy despite being small - my personal headcanon is that it’s because they’re so naturally in-tune with the force and use it more to often for basic living, thus it takes a lot to replenish that energy); offering food is like showing them off that they’ll be safe and well-fed with you, so when Din offers Yoda a raw, slimy eel as an offering of good-intent, everyone is absolutely baffled, disgusted, and enthralled when Yoda just swallows that mucus-covered atrocity whole and pats his legs, and they’re basically besties now

Din knows that they’re incredibly perceptive to sound due to their large ears, and thus speaks soft and quiet (or, you know, his natural way of speaking 😂) when talking with Yoda. He also knows that it’s easy for them to get ear infections, especially if they get a lot of water or wax-build-up in their ears, so any time after a mission in the rain, or in water, Din offers Yoda space-ear-wax cleaner and Yoda is like knows how to treat a person, this bitch does

And he just ends up getting along so well with Yoda and does things no one even considered to be Yoda thing (because Yoda is a maniac and likes to watch people bask in the confusion of his antics) that it’s just baffling. They don’t know what to do. How the fuck. What the fuck. They’re absolutely baffled, bamboozled, and bewilderment

To summarize, Din is Yoda’s homie and they have brunch every Friday and Din is more than comfortable with Yoda perching on his shoulder because their species likes having the higher ground

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[teammelodies]

I'd like to share an idea I had for a genocide starlo fight

So Clover walks into the wild east (picking up the wild revolver on the way), and the usual duel plays out with starlo

Except... Ceroba arrives as Clover readies their gun.

Seeing her friend in trouble, she runs over to protect starlo, but as she's about to summon the shield with her staff, she's hit.

She drops her staff and falls back into starlo's arms, where the two have a moment to say goodbye before ceroba turns to dust.

Starlo takes a moment.

He just wanted to feel cool for a moment, hoping it'd buy time to evacuate everyone else, even if he'd die in the process.

And ceroba, his best friend, played the price.

Starlo picks up the staff, tears running down his face, he pulls out his *real* gun.

"All I wanted was a fair fight. But you know what?"

[relicsongmel]

The Hawthorne twins suffered more than Jesus

[bellamyroselia]

I've recently been thinking of how some of the missing Olympian gods could be adapted for future Kid Icarus games and in Poseidon's case he could be expanded upon, so I decided to dump some of my abridged thoughts about them here. Turned out I still had lot of things to say, but in general these thoughts are about what I think these gods could do and why it's possible, along with what kind of relationships they could have with the already existing KI-cast. Considering the subject matter, expect to see mythology-typical mind-fuckery and the words "motive failure" a lot - not only are these people extremely unhinged, in many myths the gods take the "fuck around and find out" approach way too literally.

To see this on its entirety, go here.

Starting with Hestia, she has a bad case of motive failure. Like what are you supposed to do with her? You can count her major mythological appearances on one hand, and even in those she doesn’t do much. It does also make imagining what kind of relationships she could have with the existing cast hard; none of Hestia's relationships are all that developed to begin with, but the ones she has with her siblings are those that get most focus… So that only really leaves Hades, Poseidon and maybe Viridi? Not much to work with, and I can’t really imagine those relationships being anything else but positive. Sure, they may disagree of some things, but overall they get along with each other. The most interesting thing about Hestia’s possible relationships is that I could actually see Dark Pit liking her due to her nice and unproblematic nature. It does leave plot potential pretty minimal though, but I could see writers using some legends about Vestal virgins as bases for plotlines where Hestia shows up as a supporting side character. The problem with those is that they tend to be pretty specific, so who knows how well they might actually work. “Arx tarpeia Capitoli proxima” makes a good moral but not much of a plotline if you divorce it from... Well, Tarpeia herself. Another possibility is that Pit’s sent to defend a place that had its sacred flame extinguished and he has to defeat the culprit behind that.

Artemis also suffers from motive failure. She may be a bringer of sudden death and disease along with being a serious contender for the title of the most wrathful Olympian, but… She’s so petty with it? Much of it is very small-scaled all things considered. Most things she does don’t have long-term consequences, and the few that do are quickly hijacked by other deities whose actions have bigger impacts to the myths in question. Like yeah, Artemis may have told Agamemnon to kill his daughter if he wants to set sails to Troy, but who cares when Apollo is inflicting the Greeks with a plague and Athena is ignoring the pleads of Trojan women. This being said, I could see her being used as an unfought antagonist for a chapter or two depending on what she does (something akin to her sending the Calydonian boar to terrorize Calydon could work), though that story ends the moment the threat is dealt with. I however wouldn’t cross out the possibility of her appearing as an ally out, though I’m not sure what she could offer to Pit and co. if that was the case as she’s not really a god of anything that could help Pit on his journey. And I honestly don’t see her having particularly positive relationships with anyone in the already existing cast - she may not dislike any of them, but she doesn’t really like them either. She’s a true neutral in that sense, which could possibly earn her Dark Pit’s respect. How long that’s going to last is a completely different matter though, it may be small-scaled put she’s still very wrath-happy person.

Have some more motive failure with Hermes, though this time it has everything to do with him being a rather hard character to utilize in a world without Zeus - because of the rating he’s not allowed to be horndog making more of himself and since Zeus isn’t there asking him to do things, it leaves him with next to nothing to do. He’s extremely loyal to Zeus and this loyalty is exclusive to him; while Hermes clearly loves the rest of his family, he wouldn’t do half of the things he does for his father for them… And boy, has he done lot of things for his father. He’s a big daddy’s boy and daddy simply can't be replaced because Hermes just doesn’t love many people in the same unconditional way he loves his father - this means he’d have to be an independent figure, since the only person he’d be a lackey for is out of the picture. Now Hermes does have some interesting figures connected to him, like his son Autolycus (shapeshifting thief and the maternal grandfather of both Jason and Odysseus, whose name literally means “the wolf itself”) and the goddess of persuasion Peitho who’s described as his wife on occasion, but I’m not sure how any of that could be utilized. Autolycus possibly could've had some potential as a recurring character if he wasn’t dead by old age, but who knows, maybe he did get deified and therefore became an immortal in the world of Kid Icarus. I mean, Medusa is just a sea daemon and a dead one of that in the myths so why not let Autolycus to become a god. But back to Hermes, what I think of his possible relationships with already existing characters? They’re likely positive overall and I can see him appreciating both Pits for their spunk, but I think that the most potential comes from different minor antagonists, like Thanatos, Phosphora and Pandora. In case of the last one, Hermes was the one who gave Pandora her personality so there's that. Into the two former ones, Hermes is a psychopomp which means that he guided spirits to afterlife and he was everyone’s preferred psychopomp. Only person who wasn’t happy to see him in this duty was Sisyphus (Ares freed Thanatos after he had been captured by Sisyphus and brought them both back to Underworld → Sisyphus sweet talks Persephone into letting him go for a short period of time → Sisyphus refuses to return and Thanatos refuses to try bringing him back, so Hermes drags him to Underworld), so one could argue that Hermes is better at doing Thanatos’ job than he is - the fact that the Sisyphus-myth is one of Thanatos’ only major mythological appearances doesn’t exactly help him in this situation. One could get some funny dialogue out of that. With Phosphora, her Japanese name is derived from Electra, who’s the younger sister of Hermes’ mother Maia. For some additional hilarity, Maia and Electra are both elder sisters of Merope, Sisyphus’ wife. Everything about the possibility of having Hermes, Phosphora and Thanatos interact smells like a comedy goldmine to me. But let’s be real, isn’t it weird that Hermes has never been a merchant in any KI-game? It’s so goddamn absurd considering how he’s the god of commerce! You’d think he would’ve been the first choice for that, but apparently not! That’s a one big missed opportunity!

Hera too has a case of motive failure, but the reasons behind it are pretty simple. First is the same as with Hermes, which is that Hera doesn’t get to do much in a world without Zeus; can't be angry about your husband being unfaithful to you when your husband isn’t around. The second reason is equally simple, it being that Hera likes Athena. In fact she probably loves Athena more than she loves Ares, Hephaestus and Eileithyia (aka Lucina) combined (her love for Athena and Hebe is probably around the equal level and if it’s in someone’s favor, it’s Hebe’s), so toss away all the possibilities of her being a villainous force. It wouldn’t really make sense considering how Palutena is mostly Athena-inspired character. The two goddesses are pretty much partners in crime and by crime I literally mean “Let’s try to overthrow Zeus with Poseidon and Apollo” and “Let’s be the only deities to celebrate Troy’s destruction” levels of things, having each others backs whenever something happens so I think it would be better to just let Palutena have a good relationship with her. With Pit things probably would get a tad more confusing depending on some other factors, but on a vacuum it’s hard to say anything about them. Regardless of those I think she and Dark Pit would have a pretty rocky relationship, as Hera along with her favorite stepdaughter and Aphrodite were some of the biggest menaces to society when Zeus was still in the picture… All roads may not lead to Rome, but many do lead to a scorned goddess, a nosey goddess or to an easily angered goddess.

[they-of-fixation]

Die Alone Together [Placeholder Name; DRAFT]

A Cult of The Lamb fic (my AU)

There I lay, crouched in the grass, clinging to myself desperately; falling, falling, falling... my mind miles below the soil in which I cowered. The moment I fell to my knees, there became of time this... dissonance, a rift between it and space, and though the ground caught me, I never quite stopped falling- falling away from myself, from this place, and into a memory; miles away from here, years, suspended in an unreachable past and yet frozen in the present. For my dissociation, I could hardly think but one thing:

I was too late.

They're all-

I could scarcely hear myself screaming, nor could I feel the tears stinging my cheeks, nor the burn in my lungs or the ache in my legs from the fighting; my body did not and does not feel like my own. I am not in it. Everything felt distant as I held myself, and as I drew the corpse of one of my own to my chest, I realized how far this place had become from my home.

'They're all dead.'

And I will never get them back.

I don't know how long I laid there for, but I do remember thinking myself damned to the same fate, trapped in the same place; that I'd die there, alongside my brethren, eventually- in some way. I couldn't bring myself to leave them, not even to stand, and had little reason to think anyone would find nor save me. I was alone in the depths of Darkwood, miles away from any living thing- who could possibly hear my crying? I could hardly hear myself, and any person who might would surely, in devotion to the Bishops of the Old Faith, to the Worm, Leshy, end my life.

That is, or so I thought.

There was movement, rustling, in the brush surrounding me, and I was suddenly aware of just how loud I had been mourning, and, consequently, of the fearful silence that followed- but I did not move. I was not frozen in fear, at least not completely, more I was complacent; maybe someone had heard me, and I was going to die here. In a way, I deserved to. Perhaps dying the same way my friends, my found family, had would honor them, perhaps it would free me.

So I stayed. I stayed right where I was, amongst the remains of my community and embracing the body, only turning my head up to look in the direction of the sound, to see my assailant and face them head-on, if only for a moment. I dared not stand nor speak, I just patiently awaited in trepidation whatever fate it'd be to befall me.

It was quiet again for a moment as I stared into the shadowed flora, but then, not only could I hear the crackling of leaves on the forest floor, I could see someone, something, moving towards me. I drew in a sharp, panicked breath despite myself and held it as I watched the cloaked figure step into the clearing and catch sight of me.

I could feel my breath hitch yet again as I made eye contact with what seemed to be a child, at least no older than me, donning the crown of my god, and... not just a child- at that, a lamb?

I knew my face betrayed me; I was never known for my poker face, and despite my position, now was no different. I could not hide my confusion, for it had been years since anyone had seen a lamb. I thought- as we all did- that the Bishops had caused their extinction. The lamb's eyes were dark, stoic- nearly expressionless, if not for the silent and subtle shock at the sight before them; had it been any darker, I would not have noticed. I stared back with exceptional surprise but equal intensity. I did not ask.

Neither did they.

"What is your name?" They spoke softly, their hooves visibly unarmed and reaching towards me in, be it genuine or not, seeming good manner, the bell clasped to their cloak jingling quietly with every step.

"What are you going to do with me?" I diverted; they were a lamb, a living lamb, likely the last of their kind- and better yet, their crown… not to mention that they held no weapon that I could see- but even so, after everything I had gone through, and they as well, I could not be certain of their intentions. It was not in my favor to let down my guard, not with such ease.

They blinked slowly, taking another step my way. "Be not afraid, I mean well. Did he," Their smile faltered, no gesture necessary. "do this?"

"...If you mean Leshy, then I suppose. At least, his following. I," I felt my brow furrow as I forced myself to speak through gritted teeth. "was not here to see."

"Ah."

"You didn't answer my question." My voice cracked; for my tears earlier, I could hardly speak. It was only then I realized that I had never let go of the body- and with this realization, instinctively, I pulled it closer to me.

"Nor did you answer mine."

A beat.

"Your name?"

"Oh. My name is..." My hesitance was not to save face, nor to deceive- I could give a false name to “protect” myself and hide my identity, but if this lamb were to kill me, pretending would do nothing to lengthen my life, it couldn't truly protect me- rather, I was weighing my options, deciding my fate in the only way I knew I could. To continue as I had, or-

I looked down at the doe clasped to my breast: her eyes, lifeless, and lips slightly parted by her final breath. “Fern. My name is Fern," I decided, to honor her, not a lie now that it'd been spoken, but not the truth. If they meant what they said, that they were not here to hurt me, maybe, just maybe, this would be my chance to start anew. I did not turn my head to the lamb again; I let my eyes flutter shut and my head hang low, loosening my grip on the carcass to hold her face in my claws.

“...And yours?"

I could barely choke the last two words out.

"Fern… a pretty name!" Their smile, so mellow, in stark contrast to the death around us, struck me- I could not decide whether it was comforting or off putting in the moment. Again, they reached out their hand. "You may call me Lamb.”

This time I did look up; I watched them cautiously, my eyes shifting from their outstretched hoof, which I still refused to take, to their face.

‘Just… “Lamb”?’ I thought to myself, but said nothing. The question, I decided, was one likely better left unspoken.

“Okay, Lamb- your turn.” I interjected, changing the subject, or at least trying to, for what time now I had lost count. “What do you plan to do with me? Why spare me and not just kill me already?”

“No one deserves to meet a violent end. You deserve to have a choice in the matter; I can't, however, deny having an ulterior motive,” their smile never faltered as my eyes burned a hole through their own. “Would you rather me kill you, or to run away and hide before I have the chance? Or rather, the most forgiving of your options, would you like-” they adjourned, their eyes glinting wildly, still holding contact with my own. “to join me?”

“...Join… you?”

“It isn't safe in Darkwood- though I needn't tell you that- and it isn't much safer in any other of the Bishops’ domains. I can offer you shelter; for a price, of course, but a small one. All I ask for is your loyalty, and your devotion- to me, and to my god.”

“You're asking me… to join your religion?”

“Offering, yes. I won't force you. It is your decision, after all- granted, it is the safest, and in my… qualified opinion, smartest choice of the three.”

“And if I decline?” A face on my behalf, more out of curiosity than defiance.

“Again, I won't force you. But would you truly rather die, or spend your life running, only to lose it to one of them in the end, than to stand by my side? A side you should, in theory, have no hard time taking?”

Any argument I could have made, not that I had one nor any intention of refusing (because what choice did I really have?), was instantly, with ease, brought to a screeching halt. Their honesty, their sharp words and rightful, righteous confidence shook me thoroughly, to my very core; that last statement, a confirmation of my only suspicion. They didn't ask, but they knew. I said nothing, but they knew, and when the realization of their admittance donned on my features, they were more than aware that I knew, too. It was like telepathy, a secret passed silently between us, fate drawing me in.

“I am tired of running.”

“Then? I’m giving you an opportunity you can't possibly refuse.” Their expression darkened, their smile, different now- more serious, more grave; the weight of my situation coming back to me once more, and hitting me like a freight train. “Take my hand and join me, join my cult. You will be safe in the commune, and you can take your life back into your own hands.”

And with this- I looked again from their hoof to their twisted smile and somehow, despite the ominous air about them, emanating from the red crown atop their head, I knew that I’d be safe, or safest, with them- I, reluctant to let go and with a final embrace, laid the doe down in a patch of softer looking grass, and took the Lamb's hand.

[fireandiceland]

Horror cardverse you say?? 👀👀👀👀👀

Yeah! So. I think it's most commonly agreed that in cardverse the royals - king, queen, and jack - have a mark. Whether it's passed on/they are born with it or if it spawns on their body later throughout life more or less randomly, the mark of the kingdom determins who shall rule it.

Now what I was thinking about is this. What if it's not that the king and queen are destined by fate, god(s), the aracana, the universe to fall in love and rule the kingdom together, it's more like that they do not have a choice. Think of soulmates, but these are strangers who meet for the first time, are forced into a life in palace by the system surrounding them. As soon as the mark is discovered on their body, the future royals are taken away from their family, their friends, ripped right out of their life and they start to forget.

At first it's just the realisation that they haven't thought about their family for a while. Then confusion when they discover an old picture with a sibling they don't remember anymore. Soon all memories of their friends and family, even their lover, maybe a spouse is gone. Replaced by an unbreakable bond with their new partner, heir king or queen that a higher power chose for them.

What if the mark and the higher power deciding the fate and history of the kingdom isn't some kind spirit, what if it's a curse that uses the so called royals as nothing but vessels like a parasite?

[serendipitous-mage]

......... who's gonna tell him ... .. ill do it @markiplier

[frozenambiguity]

Kaeya 🤝 Furina

playing their role in a never-ending performance.

[strayslost]

overall though?? i'm pretty disappointed. i don't feel too down about it since we still have the manga, but the anime-only viewers still deserve so much better... as does sigma... thinking about how they're getting such a rushed impression of him with so much cut out makes me SAD................. like that is actually pretty upsetting :(