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Things I Liked About the Agatha All Along Finale - Initial Thoughts

Wooooo boy. Hey look I'm a bleeding heart shipper but I'm old and have been in enough fandoms. Let's process shall we?

Alice! Alice echo-ing what so many fans are saying about her lost potential. Rio actually being kind in reminding Alice her death did have purpose. "You're a protection witch, you protected someone."

The development of Billy's extremely complicated relationship with Agatha. Kid's not loyal to Agatha, he's understanding her, or starting to at least. He sees her being a relationship with Death and he's curious about the story there. He cares enough to connect the dots and see Agatha as a full person. And we see that developed as the finale goes.

"That's it? That's all the time that I get?" The show reminds us that death sometimes just happens – "Sometimes boys die" – I wonder if one of these writers is a Sandman fan because I immediately clocked a parallel to Death of the Endless taking a baby's life in her first comic appearance.

Death of the Endless is of course much kinder than Rio is with her (iconic) reply to that eternal question. "You lived what anyone gets... A lifetime."

That whole convo we got in the preview clip. And then them just sitting down and talking more? Albeit with layers of manipulation but y'know that's them.

Agatha telling Rio that she'll hand over Billy if Rio leaves her alone: essentially making Rio once again choose between her duty and her feelings towards Agatha. The deepest cut Agatha could make – which we see echoed with "If you do this I'll hate you forever." They know each other and the best ways to hurt each other.

I laughed waaaay too much at Agatha ragging on Jen's last vegetable name.

Jen's unbinding ritual was powerful and a fantastic moment for the character. She recognised and embraced her power. Agatha's mask slipping a little at the end as well. Amazing. Sasheer killed it.

The whole scene with Agatha working with Billy to bring Tommy back was beautiful and emotional and well put together and showed the side to Agatha that cements her as a great mentor (when she's not being the biggest murderous asshole).

Agatha using what she learnt from her Alice and Jen – and what Lilia told her – to hold her ground with Rio... okay it lasted like 10 seconds but it was a nice callback! Agatha's such a shameless survivor.

Incredible kissing. We knew Hahn and Plaza would deliver and they did. When it comes to kissing women, these two absolutely go for it.

Rio looking absolutely gutted with having to take Nicky away. Plaza really delivered with Rio's pain in these eps. Agatha calling her "my love", cursing and then begging.

Rio being soft about Nicky despite her job. Nicky willingly going with her with no fear, no hesitation – suggesting that they did bond somehow? Nicky knew she was a friendly face and trusted her. It was really a good death, all things considered. He wasn't sick, he wasn't in pain, he wasn't scared he simply fell asleep and just went.

Rio reminding Nicky to kiss his mom goodbye. She cares so much, as much as a personification of death can. It's funny how some people thought Rio was going to be this manipulative big bad but no, Agatha's the more toxic one in this relationship.

Okay like imagine Agatha finally dying and just straight up BOOKING it before Rio pops up. Rio hates ghosts. The number of times Agatha deliberately pissed her off this finale was amazing.

"I'm sure he'll forgive you for... whatever you did." Aw Billy is a good kid. Just like Nicky was. Agatha needs that reminder, that anchor to not be the Worst.

Chemistry aside, Agatha and Billy being mentor-pupil makes a ton of sense because these Maximoffs do the most fucked up shit (unintentionally) with their magic and Agatha's got the knowledge, charisma, cynicism, and the morals of a spinning compass to support him.

Alright when are they announcing the sequel / spin-off? I know there's a rumour of it happening. Rio's got 2 abominations and one endlessly aggravating ghost of an ex to deal with now.

[theorist-fox]

The concept of Bad Man Simon Riley who's aware he's a Bad Man™️ is one I hold very dear to me.

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Simon Riley is, fully and completely, what people envision as a bad man. He's a convoluted character who carries a lot of baggage, and that same weight has crushed him into the beast he is today.

His reflection is his constant reminder of the bad things he's done and endured. And when you have such a blatant, ever-present memento of how dark you really are, it's hard to forget.

He doesn't bother putting up a facade. Won't help the lady cross the street, nor will he take a bullet for someone else. No one has ever done that for him, so it's only natural to give the world a taste of its own medicine. He doesn't even try; it just happens.

It takes him nothing to leave Soap behind in Las Almas and find shelter in an abandoned church. Sure, he'll cover for him—if the lad is fast enough, that is. Saving Alejandro afterwards is a mere ploy to make this blasted mission end sooner—true, no one fights alone, but he'd like to get out of there as soon as possible, thank you very much.

Barely brushes the concept of Price's injury when he faints due to the inhalation of some Sarin gas of sorts. Can only think that if he'd died, he would have to take the captain's place in leading the operation. A fucking bummer alright—but cap's fine, thankfully, right? One less thing to worry about now.

Won't try to start relationships, because what good can he bring when he can't even drop a kind word for himself? He's awful, inside and out, and he's aware.

What happens, then, when he's suddenly loved?

What happens, then, when you're sliding under his skin, pretending you don't see the rot and the grime?

The question of "why" is pinned to the front of his brain like an annoying leech that plagues him day and night.

On the couch, you're absolutely unbothered by his dark presence next to you. You're just munching on popcorn and watching some film he doesn't even remember the name of.

"Y'should go," he says out of the blue.

You barely spare him a glance. "Film's not over yet."

No, that isn't what he meant, but he has an inkling that you've gathered that already.

"Ain't good for ya," he insists. "Ain't good for anyone, but that's a whole 'nother story."

You side-eye him from your end of the couch. "Self-deprecating at dinner time? Could you move it up the schedule a little, like—breakfast or somethin'."

He doesn't understand. Won't get through his skull. Share a home with him, and for what? What's he giving you that you're coveting so hard, enough to find it easy to snark back at a beast like him—poking the bear while wearing flimsy cotton shorts and a band t-shirt?

"Y'don't understand," he grits out. "I ain't a good man, love."

"Oh, I know." You say, popping a handful of popcorns in your mouth. "And?"

It irks him. Wants to bite off your head, but, surprisingly, he still has morals, and he wouldn't even dare touch you with ill intent.

"Don't act stupid, now." He warns.

"Ain't acting stupid." You reply as if there is some obvious thing he isn't getting. "You've done bad things, and bad things were done to you. That it?"

He hums as a frown paints his face.

"Should I love you less?" You go on, "Or not love you at all?"

"The latter."

"Wrong." You add as soon as he responds. "Wrong, because that's what you believe, not the truth."

He cocks a brow at your apparent arrogance. A nod in your direction, "What's the truth, then?"

You place the bucket of popcorn on the coffee table. "Truth is that you're human, Simon."

Now that's a word he wouldn't associate with himself.

Monster. Beast. Bear. Wraith, or demon. Ghost.

"As a person, good and bad can coexist—there is no such thing as night and day." You go on, seemingly unaware of the turmoil you've unleashed on his poor heart.

Keep saying the word person around him this often, and he'll start believing he is one.

So, you have seen the rotten flesh and the mud coating his insides. You have buried your hands in his viscera and coated your skin with his blood and the one he's spilled.

You know, and yet you're here. You're here because you've also seen something else, something he's not aware is there.

Same thing that made his heart lurch when Price wasn't waking up. Same thing that made him hide, prone in the bell tower of a Mexican church, making sure Soap would get back in one piece.

Same thing that has him gaze at you now, with eyes that sting with clear, fresh water. No rotting liquid, no oozing pus, or sickening blood.

You shrug, "Maybe your sun is a little eclipsed, but there's that. I can still see it, y'know?"

You outstretch your leg. Press the tips of your toes against his thigh. The world is suddenly in technicolor, and his chest warms like a rekindled flame.

You wink. "And it's bright as hell, too."

[b3ach-bunn7]

FORWARDS BECKON REBOUND PT2

You learn to live without Dabi, and he learns he can’t live without you

nsfw, smut (u can lowkey skip it, it’s right at the end), angst with happy ending, Villan!Dabi

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You don’t know what you were expecting.

He’s a villain. A villain who kills and burns people alive, who’s looked death in the eyes enough to know him by name. He was cruel and he was calculated. He works for the biggest villains in the country, the ones you’ve seen targeting children, quirkless people like you.

And you think you love him. 

You think you love him and you miss him. So much more than you thought you would’ve. You’d had hope, that first morning when you’d woken up and seen that he was gone, that he’d come back. It was the first time he’d left the house since you’d found him, and you thought that maybe he just wanted fresh air. To go outside. You ignored the voice in the back of your head that told you otherwise, and you held out hope. 

But then a day passed. And another, and another, and soon you lost track of how long it had been. You had to bite the bullet. Pack up the clothes you’d bought him and shove them in a box deep in your closet. The sight of the couch in the middle of your living room was too painful of a reminder, so you put it on Craigslist, and despite the stains and the ugly pattern, someone buys it. You buy an equally cheaper and uglier one, and bite back tears as you push it into place. As quickly as he’d entered your life, Dabi was gone.

You don’t know if you should allow yourself to mourn him. You don’t even know what it is you’re mourning. A lover? A roommate? A friend? A boyfriend? You hadn’t even kissed, barely gotten closer than falling asleep on his shoulder, sitting little too close to him on the couch.

You spend your days trying to forget. You call your friends. You pick up a few extra shifts at work, tend to your ruined flowerbed. Despite all the extra work you give yourself, trying your hardest to tire yourself out, you still can’t get to sleep at night. You toss and turn and think of him. It oddly reminds you of his first few nights here. You’d been convinced he’d come and kill you in the night and you’d made sure to lock your door before you slept. Now, you sort of wish he did kill you. Or at least do something horrible so you wouldn't miss him so much.

You don’t even know why you did it. The smart thing to do would’ve been to just call the authorities, but part of you knew calling the police and the ambulance would cause too much drama. You know where you live. Cheap and affordable places are never going to be in good neighbourhoods.  You’ve seen the types of people that lurk around at night. You can only imagine the reaction of those living around you if you brought police to their front door, the news channels aching for a story on one of the most infamous villains almost dead on some random lady’s door. 

So you took him in. Like a stray. You sewed him up and did what you could to stop the bleeding. You apologised to a man who couldn’t hear you as you cut his shirt away, tossing it in your bathtub. He’d mumbled incoherently to you the whole time you’d seen him shut. Something about rain? Rei? You were unsure. His words were slurred, and the grip he had on the hem of your shirt loosened as he lost consciousness bit by bit. When you finally settled him down on your couch, old tarp shoved underneath him, he was out cold.

And then you waited. For him to wake up and kill you, for him to leave. You had no idea. You felt so stupid every time you looked at the sleeping figure on your couch. The marred skin, the staples hastily pressed into his skin. He looked evil. He looked scary. You scrubbed at your carpets and your tiled bathroom floor for what felt like hours to rid them of the red that had seeped into them. Or maybe just for something to do.

And then when he did wake up, and those piercing blue eyes landed on you, you felt your heart drop into your ass. He was beautiful, a fact that annoyed you greatly. The strong lines of muscle, the straight edge of his jaw. His eyes had narrowed at your staring, and you think that was the beginning of the end. 

He loves to stare. You learnt that very quickly. Any time you changed his bandages or just walked around the house his eyes were trained onto you. Watched your every move. You felt  hunted in your own home, prickling under his undivided attention. 

And you don’t know when the lines blurred. When instead of avoiding him in your room you sat on the loveseat next to him. When you started talking. When you learnt his favourite food was soba, that he liked the colour purple. You felt silly asking him such inane questions but what could you do? You wanted to get to know the man living in your home. Dabi was a villain, sure but he hadn’t been very villainous towards you. Granted, he did threaten to kill you every other sentence but you were almost completely positive he was joking. 

And you got closer. He opened up little by little. Stopped staring at you all the time. You took that as a sign of trust. You dutifully cared for the stab wound on his chest, and he got bolder. 

That was around the time he started flirting with you. Well, he had been flirting from the start, but this was less minor sexual harassment and more actual flirting. Calling you pretty, complimenting the stuff you wore. Kept calling you baby despite you reminding him of your name every time. You ignored the feeling in your stomach at the grin that stretched over his face whenever you flushed red. The fact he was always fucking shirtless. It makes sense he’s well built, what with all the villanous fighting and all. But god, if you can’t stop staring.

Dabi calls you brave. You don’t think you’re brave, you think you’re stupid. You’re stupid to start sitting right next to him. To feel the warmth radiating off his body as he leans his arms on the couch behind you, as he peers over your shoulder to see what you’re reading.

You watch him grow more comfortable in your home. He stops looking so on edge all the time, relaxes. You get used to the sight of him lounging in your home every time you come home from work. 

Dabi starts doing little things. You come home and find the dishwasher empty. He’s learnt where you keep your dishes and your cups. He watches you cook. Pesters you until you let him lick the batter off your spatula. It feels so horribly domestic it makes your stomach turn.

And you ignore the thoughts you have that stop being about roommates and delve into something more dangerous. You don’t miss the way Dabi’s eyes linger on your body, the set in his jaw as you complain about a flirty coworker. You think you’re seeing things, but then your mind drifts to that night at the window. The last time you saw him.

He’d looked so perfect. The two of you soft and ready to sleep. It had been early, early enough that the sleep niggled in the back of your mind, loosened your tongue. He leant against the window and his biceps curled as he leant forward to put out his cigarette, flicking it on the floor. You tut, and he grabbed another while assuring you littering is not the worst crime he’s committed.  

And you knew he could see the disbelief on your face when he called himself ugly. And you barely thought as you call him hot. Hot as fuck, at that. His lips twitched like he was about to smile, instead he brushed you off.

And then you touched him. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d always wondered and now seemed as good a time as any. With you in a shirt that smelled like him, his eyes not leaving yours for longer than a minute. He didn’t stop you, barely tried with a teasing comment you knew held no meaning. You traced his skin like a puzzle, from the rough texture of his scars to the soft skin next to it. He’s told you time and time again he doesn’t feel but he shivered against your touch like he did. And you didn’t need to look at him to know he was looking at you so intensely you felt his gaze down to the bottom of your feet. 

And you chest tightened as he let you. He let you touch him, and it didn’t feel like the times when you’d leant on his arm or bandaged him up. It felt different. It filled you with emotion you can’t describe, and you let it. And when you brushed against his face you saw him breathe. Physically saw his chest heave up as your touch became more insistent. Dabi looked at your lips and you looked at his, wondering what it would feel like to kiss the scarred skin on them.

And then your phone rang, and the moment was shattered. Now, you can’t remember what your mother had wanted, what the call was about.

And when you awoke the next morning, he was gone.

Maybe you pushed too far. Maybe he had business to attend to. You’ll never know, because he never told you. You had no way to contact him and you don’t think you would if you could. The message he was trying to give you was clear.

Your friends invite you to drinks, and you decline. It had been a long day at work, and while you could do with your favourite pink mimosas, you’re tired. The idea of being in a bar right now makes you cringe. So you bid your farewells, and make your way home. You stop to grab a few groceries. It took you a few times to remember you didn’t need two times the amount you usually buy.

You don’t think about Dabi as you walk up your driveway. Not when you look at the newly planted flowers you’d bought at the market. You will never see him again, and it’s a fact you need to learn to live with.

At least, that’s what you think, until you walk into your house to find him sitting on your couch. His leg is jigging impatiently up and down, and he’s wearing the long trench coat you see him in on the news. You stand in the doorway, shopping bags dropping to the floor. The noise pulls him out of whatever stupor he’s in and he turns to you. Eyes travelling up your body before he looks away.

“The lock on your door is shit. Took me less than a minute to pick it.”  

You don’t say anything. It’s your turn to just stare at him. His voice sounds exactly the same and yet you feel like you’d forgotten the low drawl he always spoke in. 

“You should get that shit changed. It’s a shitty neighbourhood you live in.” 

He looks at you again and it seems to wake you up. You grab your bags and take them to the kitchen. You wrap your coat around a chair and sigh, hands rubbing at your face. Your hands shake, and you clench them tightly so he won’t notice. You walk back inside and Dabi is still sitting up. Like he’s scared to let himself relax.

You clear your throat. “Are- Is the wound okay?” You ask, voice quiet.

 Dabi looks confused for a second. “Oh. Yeah, s’fine.”

You nod. You haven’t moved from the entryway of the living room.

“The fuck are you standing around for?” Dabi speaks suddenly. 

Your eyebrows furrow at the tone of his voice. “Don’t talk to me like that. I don’t know what’s going on right now. Why- Why are you here?”

Dabi fixes you with a pointed look. He doesn’t say anything. You clench your fists tighter. He’s starting to piss you off.

“Well? You can't just, just break into my house whenever you want. I don’t know what you think this is.”

“God, I leave for two weeks and my roommate status is revoked?” He drawls.

“This isn’t funny, Dabi.” You scoff. “I’m not in the mood for your jokes right now.”

“You aren’t?”

“No.” You shake your head. “It’s been two weeks. You just left without saying anything.” 

“Did I owe you an explanation?” 

Your brows furrow and you scoff. “Well it would’ve been nice, considering you’d been living in my house for two fucking months.” 

Dabi just shrugs. And you want to throttle him and hug him and kiss him all at once. Instead, you just stay where you’re standing, crossing your arms. He huffs a laugh at your figure.

“I feel like a school teacher is about to tell me off.”

“Dabi.”

He glances at you quickly then turns away. It’s his turn to clench his fists, and you pale a little at the sight of smoke curling out of them. You take a small step back.

“Are you- You’re not here to-“ You don’t even finish you sentence but he rolls his eyes, frustrated.

“I’m not here to fucking kill you. I would’ve done that a long time ago if I was.”

“Then what? Why are you here, Dabi?”

Dabi goes quiet again and you seethe. He’s not fucking talking. Nothing of meaning, anyway. He’s just looking at you and it's making you more nervous and antsy than you already are. 

Just when you’re about to say something else, he rises to his feet. And in a few quick strides, he’s in front of you. You’re not short by any means, but he towers over you, the smell of smoke and cigarettes lingering on his clothes. His hands twitch like he’s about to reach out to you before he decides against it.

“I’m here because I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.” He rasps. Dabi speaks like the words hurt to get out, and he looks anywhere but at your face when he says them.

“I thought leaving would make me forget about you. But I can't. It’s like you fucking haunting me.” He laughs slightly but he looks slightly feral as he does so.

His hands reach up. They grip the edges of your unzipped coat and pull you closer. 

“Why are you trying to forget about me?” You mumble.

He shakes his head. Slowly, eyes screwed shut. “Because I know. I know you don’t- You don’t deserve this. You deserve a good man, baby. Not somebody like me.”

You want to tell him that you want him. Not someone else. But you can’t speak. He lets your coat slip down off your shoulders. One hand curls around your waist and the other travels up. Settling on your shoulder, fingers dancing against your pulse. 

“And I know that. And yet I can’t keep away.”

“You-“

“I thought about killing you.” 

He speaks like he’s talking about the weather. And that should scare you, but his hand is so gentle as it closes around your neck, so tender and you don’t think he could kill you if he tried.

“Coming back and setting this whole place alight with you inside. But that wouldn’t do shit, would it?” You swallow roughly and his hand moves against your throat.

“And then I tried to fuck the thought of you away.” The hand on your waist tightens its grip.

“But that didn’t work either. Every single one of them reminded me of you.” 

You shake your head. “You’re an idiot.”

He tilts his head. “Am i?”

“Yes. You don’t get to decide what I deserve and what I don't.” You frown. You reach up and cover the hand on your shoulder with your own.

“If- If I wanna be with you, I’ll be with you. Whether you think I deserve it or not.” 

His finger moves against your lips. “You wanna be with a big bad villain?”

You smile slightly. “You’re not very bad to me.”

Dabi sighs, defeated. “You’re so stupid, you know.” 

“Yeah, probably.” Your other hand comes up to grip the collar of his jacket.

He breathes heavily. “I don’t do this.”

“That’s okay. We can figure it out. If. If you want to.”

“And what if I don't?” 

You shrug. “I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t.”

Dabi huffs a laugh. “Fuck. You gonna let me kiss you?”

“If I have to.”

And it’s not like how you imagined he’d kiss you. You thought he’d be rough and violent, but he’s so slow as he leans his head down and presses his lips against yours. His eyes flutter shut and yours follow quickly after, hand on his jacket pulling him in closer. And for a moment you think you should feel guilt, some horror that a murderer is kissing you so softly, but he sighs into your mouth and you don’t think you could care if you tried.

His hand curls inside your hair, tugging your head back to give him better access. He crowds over you, and the hand on your waist is hot as he starts moving with more purpose. He licks against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. His tongue tease over yours, and you feel the cool metal of a piercing and you whine, hands pulling him closer.

Your noise seems to awaken something in him. Because suddenly he isn’t being soft and gentle, and he pushes you back until you hit the door of your kitchen, and he’s on you. Hands lifting up your shirt, mouth pressuring hot, heavy kisses on your mouth, your neck. He bites hard and you wince, but he just grins at you.

“Don’t give me that face, you love it. Take this off for me.”

He pulls the straps off your bra as you reach behind you and unclip it clumsily. Dabi looks at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. He takes too long to travel the expanse of your neck, your collarbones. He takes his time before he reaches your chest, sucking marks into your breasts, and you moan as his hand reaches up and pinches your nipple.

“When’s the last time someone fucked you, huh? M’gonna ruin you for anyone else.” He breathes, tongue licking over your nipple.

“Dabi, please-“ 

“So pretty when you beg, baby. Be patient now.” 

He doesn’t stop licking at your chest, mumbling about how pretty your tits look, as he uses a hand to undos the drawstrings on your scrubs. He holds your trousers away from your body and you gasp at the heat on your legs as he burns them off your body. He grins, all teeth and stretching staples.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Not unless you ask for it.”

His fingers trail over the front of your underwear and your cheeks heat up, embarrassed at the wet patch on the front. He clicks his tongue, pressing down with two fingers and you keen at the pressure on your clit.

“All this for me? You been hiding this pretty pussy from me?” He hums.

You lean your head back and it thuds against the wall. Dabi slips his coat off and the t-shirt he’s wearing quickly. You let your eyes trail over his body, fingers dancing against the scar across his chest. He kisses you again, long and hard. 

“Want you to cum on my fingers, okay? Can you do that for me?” He murmurs, free hand curving against your cheek.

“Yes, yes, please-“ 

Your voice hitches as he burns off your underwear. Without warning, he shoves a finger inside of you and your nails dig into his shoulder, a curse leaving your mouth at the sudden intrusion. His finger hits deeper than yours ever have and he barely gives you time to adjust before he shoves in another. You can hear it as he pumps his fingers in and out, can hear how wet you are for him. You move against the steady rhythm.

“Such a slut. Look at you, humping on my fucking fingers.” Dabi grins and you face flushes and you turn away. He tuts, grabbing your face in his hand and turning it back to look at him.

“No, you watch. Look at yourself dripping all over me.” He breathes, kissing the crook of your neck.

You moan as his thumb circles against your clit. He begins scissoring his fingers, stretching your walls. You let your hands run down his body, smoothing against the panes of his chest. He just watches you face as it twitches the further he pushes, you face scrunching in pleasure. You keen as he hits that soft spot deep inside you and he looks like he’s struck gold, suddenly moving with more fervour. He puts in another finger and you shake your head, breathing getting heavier.

“I’m close, Dabi.” You pant. It’s been an embarrassingly short time but you feel your toes curl as he presses into you again.

“Good girl, you gonna cum for me? Gonna squirt all over my fingers?”

You arch your back, chasing and running away from the sensations. “Dabi- please-”

He licks a stripe up your neck. “Beg me. Ask me if you can cum.”

“Please, Dabi, please I need- I need to cum, make me cum.”

“Fuck, come on. “ His thumbs speeds up on your clit and your back arches as his fingers pump into you faster. He whispers sweet words into your skin, dragging you through your orgasm. You breathe heavily, leaning against him as you come down from your high.

He pulls his fingers out and you watch with lidded eyes as he sucks them into his mouth, tongue curling around as he groans at the taste of you. 

“Taste so good, baby. Now up. Let’s go.” 

He pats the side of your leg, gesturing for you to jump. You rest your arms on his shoulders, head leaning against his. You do and watch as his biceps curl as he carries you effortlessly, hands gripping at your ass as he enters your kitchen. You eyebrows furrow and you tap his shoulder.

“Dabi, my bedrooms down the hall, what are you-”

“Can’t wait. Need you now.”

Before you can protest he drops you and bends you over your own counter. You grunt as your chest hits the cool surface. Your skin welcomes the cool sensation because you're covered in marks, purple and red and indents of his teeth littering your skin. Dabi’s hands smooth over your ass and you yelp as he slaps it. He uses his other hand to grab both of yours, easily circling both your wrists in one of his.

“Been dreaming of this ass, you know.” He starts unbuckling his belt. You try to turn around but he pushes you back. “Always walking around in those shorts. Such a fucking tease.”

And when he presses his against you, you can feel him. Long and hot and so impossibly hard on your back, and so big. You have no idea how the hell he’s going to fit inside of you. Dabi notices the way your thighs clench and you can’t see the smirk on his face but you can hear it when he moans into your ear. So filthy. He sounds like a pornstar.

“You feel that? It’s all for you, baby. You put that there.” Dabi grunted. “And I’m- Wait, shit.”

This time when you turn, Dabi lets you. He looks pissed and you’re momentarily distracted by the sight of him with his jeans and boxer slung below his hips.

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I was in such a fucking hurry to get here i forgot to bring a condom. Or condoms.” He frowns.

You relax. “Oh. It’s fine, I’m on birth control, you don’t need it.”

Dabi freezes slightly. “What?”

“I mean, I’m clean. If you are too, then yeah, you don’t need one.”

Dabi just stares. Breathing heavily still. You falter, thinking you said the wrong thing. “I mean, if you want one still I probably ha-”

He descends on you again. He kisses you desperately, both hands cupping your face as he presses you into him so you can feel him on your thigh. When he parts he pants for breath, turning you around once more, bending you back onto your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me. Want me to fill you up, is that it?” He hisses as you grind back into his crotch. He delivers another slap to your ass, this time harder, hotter.

“Want me to fuck you until you’re dripping all over your own kitchen?” He laughs as you shudder, and you nod frantically. “Spread your legs for me. Wider, baby.” 

You comply shakily. You arch your back. “Come on, Dabi.” “Patience, Y/N. Don’t worry, you’ll come on this cock.”

And he lines himself up at your entrance. Dipping himself between your folds and dragging the tip of his dick, wet with his pre-cum, up and down your slit, gathering your wetness and spreading it around his dick. He spits into his hand, uses it to wet his dick before he starts pushing into you. The stretch is delicious, and you grip the edge of the counter as he pushes into you slowly. He shudders, cursing low under his breath. 

“Good girl, that’s it. God, you’re so, fuck, you’re so warm.” He grunts.

You whimper as he pushes himself fully inside you. You think if he was any bigger you’d see him in your stomach. He stills for a moment, lets you adjust to him. You can hear his restraint, hands so hot as they hold your arms back. He waits for a moment too long though, because you start wriggling, pushing your hips back.

“Please, Dabi, come on.”

His hands slide down your back to grip your hips. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“Want you. Fuck me, Dabi, please.” You whine. 

It spurs him into action. He thrusts into you, deep enough that it pushes you against the counter. You moan loudly and he groans, hands leaving bruises in the dip of your hips as he fucks into you harder.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s a good girl. So fucking wet.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “You’re so perfect for me.”

You feel your cheeks heat at the compliment. His thrusts were constant and so deep you feel so full of him. Sweat drips down your back and your hair plasters to your forehead. Dabi presses kisses down your back, hands kneading your ass.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, yes, Dabi!” You cry out.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so good. Nobody will ever fuck you like I can fuck you, you hear me?” 

He suddenly pulls out. Flips you around so that you’re facing him. You barely have time to think before he’s back inside you. Your hands curl around his neck and your face rests on his shoulder, mindlessly mumbling as he pounds into you. Dabi lets you lean against the counter so he can grab at your hair, pulling your head back.

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. That bratty little mouth of yours.” 

“S-Shut up.” You breathe, relishing in the feeling on him inside you.

“Been waiting so long for this. For you.”

His praise becomes breathier, his voice stuttering as he gets closer. His finger comes down to rub at your clit, eyes shining as you writhe. No matter how you move he’s there, rubbing maddening circles against you. You moan louder than you’d like, and Dabi leans back, impressed. Kisses your forehead.

“Want, shit, want you to come for me again. Yeah? Gonna come on my cock?” He leans down and nibbles at your ear, voice vibrating low in his chest.

“Yes, I’m close. I’m close.” You breathe, hands scratching red lines down his back.

“Good. Gonna fill you up. Fuck you full of my cum until you can’t walk.” 

You nod, clenching down on him and he groans, low and long. “M’not gonna last if you keep tightening around me like that.”

He loses all composure, thrusting frantically as your chest moves up and down erratically. He kisses you, and you struggle to reciprocate with the tightening of your core. The rise in intensity has your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and it’s only a matter of seconds before you cum, and he curses and sings your name like a prayer as his fingers still work you. He thrusts once, twice and then he’s cumming and you’re thankful that his hands come up to hold your waist because you think you’re legs might give out.

The room is silent except for the two of you panting for breath. He rests his head on your shoulder, black locks tickling the side of your face. You reach hand up and you rub at his scalp and he sighs.

“God. Why did we do this in here? This is so unhygienic.” You huff.

Dabi just smiles lazily. Presses a kiss behind your ear and the side of your neck.

“You’re right. Let’s go shower. Together.”

“Fine.” You sigh like you don’t want to but you already feel heat pool into your gut.

“Good. Does this mean I can finally sleep in your bed?”

“Oh, shut up.” 

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guess u did fix him.. Dabi if ur reading this come home the kids miss u

idk I feel like Dabi wouldn’t be that rough in bed yk? Like I feel like his life is so violent he needs some break from it. Also this is my second ever smut BARE WITH ME if it’s bad

I’ve had the longesttt two weeks 😔 back to back uni and work so I will be having a break for a couple days, so enjoy this fic!!!

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Love strategy p.11

Hi guys, here's the last part and part 10 if you've missed it. If you want to read this story from the beginning, you can find it on my masterlist.

Falling for Carlos is tough when he only sees you as his assistant. But will Lando's daring fake-dating plan make Carlos notice you—or lead your heart somewhere unexpected?

The crowd around the podium slowly disperses, and you make your way through the throngs of people until you spot Lando. His smile is as bright as the sun, his face flushed from the excitement of his victory. Without hesitation, you rush over and throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“You did amazing out there!” you say, pulling back just enough to look up at him, your eyes shining with pride. “I knew you could do it.”

Lando’s grin widens as he wraps his arms around you, a look in his eyes that’s different from the usual playful glint. “Thanks,” he says softly, and there’s an intensity in his voice that catches you off guard. “I guess I had a bit of extra motivation today.”

“Oh?” You laugh lightly, teasing. “And what might that be?”

His smile softens, and he hesitates for just a second before he speaks. “You,” he says, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’ve been on my mind the whole time. Actually, not just the race—more than that.”

Your heart skips a beat, his words sinking in as he takes a breath, gathering his courage to say more.

“From the beginning,” he continues, voice sincere, “the whole fake dating thing—it was always you, I wanted to catch your attention. I thought…maybe if we spent more time together, you’d see me differently, maybe like me as much as I like you.” His fingers graze your arm gently, his eyes filled with vulnerability. “I’ve seen how Carlos treated you, how he took you for granted. I just… I knew I could treat you better. I wanted to show you that.”

You stare at him, completely floored, your mind spinning with the weight of his confession. He did this all for you. A warmth fills your chest, melting away the lingering doubts you’d held. Lando wasn’t just a friend or a pretend boyfriend—he was someone who truly saw you, appreciated you.

When you don’t say anything right away, a flicker of worry crosses his face, his confidence faltering. “I’m sorry if this is too much. If you’re mad, or—if you don’t feel the same—”

Before he can finish, you take his face in your hands and press your lips to his, silencing his worries in a heartbeat. He responds instantly, kissing you back with a tenderness that makes you feel like the only person in the world.

When you finally pull back, you keep your hands on his face, smiling up at him as his gaze searches yours.

“Carlos hasn’t been on my mind in a long time,” you say softly, “and I don’t think he ever will be again. Because the only person I can think about anymore is you.”

Lando’s eyes light up, and he lets out a quiet laugh, a sound filled with pure relief and joy. He pulls you into him once more, holding you close as he whispers, “Then let’s make this real.” He says as he kisses you again.

As you finish kissing, you give Lando a reassuring squeeze before letting go of his hand. “I’ll be quick,” you say, and he smiles, watching you walk toward the Ferrari motorhome.

Inside, you grab your jumper and are about to leave when you hear a familiar voice. “Hey, can we… talk?” You turn to see Carlos standing nearby, his hands shoved into his pockets and his expression uncharacteristically serious.

You nod, crossing your arms. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

He sighs, clearly gathering his thoughts. “I know I haven’t been fair to you… and that’s putting it lightly. Watching you over the past couple of weeks… it’s made me see how wrong I was. I know I hurt you.” He pauses, looking away for a moment before his gaze returns to yours, unflinching. “I made you feel like you were just there to do a job and that was it. And when you weren’t, I acted like you were the problem. The truth is… I was just selfish.”

There’s a flicker of pain in his eyes as he continues. “This weekend, seeing you happy, seeing you with Lando—I realized I’d taken you for granted. I didn’t respect what you gave to the team or… to me. I was too focused on myself to see what I was losing.”

You don’t say anything, waiting as he pushes through the discomfort, his words surprisingly open. “I’ve been an ass, and that’s on me. I thought maybe things could go back to normal, but you’ve moved on. And you should.” He takes a shaky breath. “I just hope… we can still be friends. I miss that. And I’m really, really sorry. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

You feel the weight of his words, seeing the genuine regret in his expression. For a moment, you remember the times you did look up to him, the friendship you thought was mutual. You nod, feeling lighter as you say, “I forgive you, Carlos. Really. I don’t want any hard feelings, and… I don’t want to hold on to the past anymore. I know what I want now.”

He looks relieved, offering a small, tentative smile. “Thank you. For everything.”

You say goodbye, leaving the motorhome with a sense of closure you hadn’t realized you needed. As you step outside, you spot Lando waiting for you. His face softens as you approach, and he searches your expression. “Everything okay?”

You slip your hand into his, feeling the steadiness of his warmth. Smiling, you nod. “Yeah,” you say, a sense of clarity settling over you. “Now, everything’s really okay.”

As you walk away together, you feel a renewed sense of happiness, a bright future with Lando ahead of you, free from the weight of the past.

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[scrapyardboyfriends]

Reasons why they should bring Seb back

Now that they’ve gone through the trouble of killing Rebecca off screen (hooray! It’s about time!), it seems only logical that they would do the right thing and bring Seb back, which means I have absolutely zero confidence in them doing so. But here’s my list of why they really really should, as I have been advocating for years now.

Section 1: It would break Aaron out of character growth jail. Since Robert went to prison, Aaron has lost so much. He’s lost a husband and a sister. He lost being a married man, owning his own home and owning his own business. And one of the most important growth things he lost was being a father. He’d already lost Seb and Ryan leaving wrecked the surrogacy story. So bringing Seb back would:

1. Allow Aaron to fulfill the dream he had of being a father and having a family. So many characters just get handed unwanted children but Aaron actually wanted to be a dad and so of course he lost out on that. Giving him Seb would allow him to realize that goal again.

2. Allow Aaron to grow up again. Since his return, he’s been angry, mean, adrift, committing petty crime again for no reason. Seb being back would give him purpose and a reason to clean up his act. It would allow him to get to be an adult again, something the character sorely needs.

3. Allow Aaron to have screen time and positive story. Aaron has been off screen a lot, so much so that all of his current relationship story development has taken place almost entirely off screen. Seb being back would give Aaron an actual story to play out, especially if there were difficulties in getting formal custody. It’s also a story that would have a happy outcome, once he gets custody, which is something the show could really use right now in the midst of all of the depressing terrible stories. And Aaron has always had such a miserable time on the show so I feel like people would root for something good to happen to him.

4. Allow Aaron to have new kinds of stories. Single Dad Aaron opens up so man new possibilities for him, being able to take on a parental role, having to think about Seb’s needs and not just his own.

5. Allow Aaron to have a full circle moment looking after a troubled kid the way Paddy looked after him.

6. Allow Aaron to interact with new characters. Single Dad Aaron would have more opportunity to interact with the other parents in the village. It might give him more reason to have a proper friendship with Billy for example aside from silly illegal boxing stories. It puts him into new circles, which can open him up for new possibilities.

Section 2: Seb gives Aaron a permanent tie to Robert. For whatever reason, the powers that be seem unwilling to let Aaron fully move on from Robert (that’s another whole post I want to write) but this would give them real reason for Robert to be a constant presence in Aaron’s life without it seeming weird or needing Ryan back. It allows him to never fully move on. The Seb/Robert connection:

1. Allows Aaron to keep Robert in his heart through Seb. He can bring him up with Seb, helping his son love his father and making sure he knows who he was/is.

2. Allows Aaron to maybe hear from Robert from time to time. Robert might have to consent to Aaron being the one to have custody of Seb and Robert wanting that, would be a nice signal to Aaron to that Robert still loves him and trusts him.

3. Allows Aaron to maybe finally deal with some of his Robert feelings in a more productive way, in a more positive way. And because he’s raising his kid, in a way that perhaps even his mother could understand and allow.

4. Allows Aaron to bring Robert up in any new relationship, not just because the show makes him accidentally sleep with Robert’s long lost gay half brother. He needs to consider Seb’s feelings in any new relationship and part of that can be whether Robert would approve of said new man in his son’s life.

5. Allows for an even more interesting return story should they ever actually coax Ryan Hawley back.

Section 3: Bringing Seb back can be a part of rebuilding the Sugdens. Obviously that was a line they used in reference to bringing John in and we’ve seen what a joke that has been. However, Seb:

1. Is the son of the ultimate Emmerdale Sugden legacy character, Robert. And he’s not retconned in the way John is. He’s someone people can watch grow up and continue the family legacy, especially if they go the full mile and give him his proper name.

2. Allows them to bring Aaron more into the Sugden family. While, yes, Seb would probably get lumped into the Dingles at times because of Aaron, Aaron can also get brought into Sugden family time, such as it is.

3. Allows them to give Vic and Harry more screen time, and use Vic’s obsessive family tendencies to get Seb back, giving her something positive to do instead of just being annoying. It maybe lets Harry become more of an actual character if he has a cousin with story potential.

4. Gives the Sugdens, such as they are, someone to rally around in general.

5. Is actually related to people like the Merricks, unlike Vic, if they wanted to explore that connection as well.

Section 4: Bringing Seb back is the perfect opportunity to use the fact that Danny is good with the kids.

1. Danny is great with the kids on screen and off and the kids seem to love him back.

2. It would be a better way to use some of his more cringe humor.

3. If they actually cast a good kid actor that Danny can play off of well, they could be such a fun little duo.

Section 5: There’s no reason not to do it. There’s nothing stopping them other than their own inability to tell a good or even mediocre story.

1. They’ve already gone through the trouble of killing Rebecca off. What was the point of that if they’re not going to bring Seb back. They’ve already done half the work.

2. It’s not contingent on getting an actor like Ryan back. They can literally cast any red headed or blonde child for the role (hopefully a good one but I digress…)

So in conclusion: BRING SEB HOME!

[firstkanaphans]

Not gonna lie I’ve been waiting for you to wake up - please share all your thoughts on the trailer ❤️

Ellie! I was not prepared. I had almost 400 notifications when I woke up and was immediately like, “Something FK has happened here.” Sorry for the delayed response. I had to watch the trailer a couple hundred times before I was able to form coherent thoughts.

I really enjoyed it! There was both more bondage and more dancing than I was expecting. I was pleasantly surprised by the bondage, but a little wary of the dancing. Joong’s dance, at least, seems to be a strip tease though, so I guess I’ll allow it.

What the trailer really highlighted for me is that, at its heart, this is a love story between Bison and Fadel just as much as it is a love story between either of their romantic partners. They’re polar opposites. Bison is soft in real life, but rough in the bedroom, and Fadel is rough in real life, but soft with Style. But despite their differences, they both love so deeply. Just in the trailer, we get these two lines, which speak of a forever kind of love. 

(Also look! The paintball scene from 10 Things!)

I think Fadel and Bison have been craving unconditional love and affection their whole lives and have finally found it in Kant and Style. (Which is why it’s going to hurt even worse when they find out there are, in fact, conditions.)

I had already been spoiled about the BDSM by novel readers, but I’m still shocked they put it in the trailer. I think that’s going to be a very fun aspect to explore as consensual BDSM is still rare in BLs—or in any media, really. I talked a bit about why I love this character detail for Bison here, but I also love how it works to balance the power dynamics between them. Kant might be pursuing a relationship with Bison at least partially for nefarious reasons, but giving Bison the metaphorical “power” in their physical relationship makes it feel less exploitative. 

But oh my god. Fadel??? He has my whole heart already. He’s so broken and sad and I hope Style can help make him feel whole again and show him that he’s capable of being loved for more than just his ability to kill people. And although I’m not 100% sure this is what’s happening when Fadel is going down on Style in that storage closet, I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of them playing gay chicken. Like he doesn’t think Style actually likes him so he’s going to test him by giving him a blow job. It’s so perfect. This show is a fanfic writer’s dream.

What I really love about all of Jojo’s productions is that you can just tell he had a blast making them. He puts his whole heart into each and every one and even if there are a few bumps in the road, I appreciate someone who is passionate about their work because you’re going to get a better product that way. I also have a sneaking suspicion this script is strong just based on some of the parallels in the trailer and also that leaked plot summary which I was very impressed with, but I still don’t know for sure because no one will tell me who wrote it.

[technically-human]

Hi! I am a big sucker for fusion AU. and your DBDA fusion AU just RIPPED MY HEART KISSED IT AND PUT BACK IN MY CHEST.

do you have any more details about that one though?

I'm glad you're enjoying it!! I do have some thoughts, because as previously established, I cannot be chill, so here's what I remember right now

First, as I said in the original post, the boys were captured and experimented on. I skipped that whole thing because I wanted to let this verse be more fluffy, but it is a pretty big thing that happened, and it will affect how they act in this story.

They were held in separate rooms during these experiments, and all they knew about these people was that they had made a lot of ghosts vanish. The boys were able to withstand this process, but they didn't know of the other was okay. However, the gems gave them some abilities that helped them escape and they found each other. What are these abilities? I'm not entirely sure to be honest. I think now they can squoosh like in the comics, so kinda like teleport without the need of a mirror (but not too far!)

Then, I don't know, I like to think Edwin can turn invisible even for other ghosts and people who can see them now. Charles' ability should be something a bit more aggressive. Or perhaps something like shapeshifting! I would love to hear everyone's thoughts.

Also, I like to think they can fuse with humans now, if they try to possess them. No more possessions for you, boys, only fusions. So yeah, they could fuse with Niko and Crystal, but would they want to? Well... Unclear.

Edwin is very suspicious of the whole thing. This is the result of a nonconsensual procedure, after all. Charles thinks is pretty brills, since it's what allowed them to escape after all. They both love the feeling of being fused, but there's also an underlying feeling of "this is not right"

The Night Nurse hates Charwin!!! His entire existence messes with the Lost & Found department, since he is the result of two souls, one belonging to Hell, and one to the Sunless Lands. No afterlife has a claim over Charwin, so really, by being fused they're safer than ever! This will help them feel less guilty about the whole thing, because now they have an excuse

That's all for now! Hope some of it is fun

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

hi! could you maybe write reader x sleep token and how they met?

ps. i love all your works!! 🫶

Thank you for your kind words lovie🤍✨

Vessel

He’s a pretty calm, not at all in-your-face kind of guy. No longer big on parties and going out so his bubble of meeting new people had shrunk. So I think you two would meet at an odd space. Like a grocery store. Late at night. Not too long since it would have to close. He would be out to buy a snack after playing video games with the boys. Loving the quiet aura of the store so late.

That’s until he hears light curses. Stopping ever so slightly. They aren’t loud but the person is not enjoying the late night shop as much as he was. A part of Vessel just wants to turn and go check out. But another part is urging him to round the corner and at least catch a glimpse as to what’s going on.

That’s when he sees you, practically climbing the shelf as you try to reach a box of instant noodles. Usually, Vessel walks past things like this but no one is there to help, and the fact that the shelf wobbles slightly has him reaching his hand out to steady the construction. You jump back instantly, the tall frame lurking over you. But then you’re met with the most beautiful blue eyes. “You need a hand?”, his voice is horse since he practically talked to no one the whole day.

You nod, backing away. “If you don’t mind”, you mutter, “I swear the owner put them higher on purpose”. Vessel simply reached out. The top shelf did not give him any trouble as he grabbed the noodles, offering them to you. “Would be extremely rude if he did”, he mused, letting his eyes drift back to your frame. The messy bun. The oversized hoodie. “Guess you’re my knight in shining armor, huh”, chuckling slightly, you extended your hand towards him, “Y/n”. “Vess”, he chimed in, his much bigger palm drowning your hand.

“Do you want some noodles?”, you asked, watching him frown slightly, “Now?”, surely you weren’t inviting him into your home at midnight of the night. “I could be a serial killer you know?”, he stated, raising his eyebrows. “Well, a beautiful death I would die”, you shrugged. “Reach for one more pack, I will treat you to pot noodles Y/n style”. And the rest was history.

III

No, I just can’t get over this man in vintage fairs and shit. I can’t. I will die on this hill. So in my mind, you meet at a little thrift shop open fair thingy. He often goes or more like goes as often as his schedule allows him but he has his favorite sellers and they have some decent pieces.

He’s off to his favorite spot when he sees you standing next to the stand. Looking over a vintage player. The green case glistening in the sun. “One thousand and I won’t go lower”, the guy shrugs. iii watches your face fall as you shake your head. “Come on now, Garry, you’re ripping the girl off”, iii cuts in, making you glance his way and fuck if you’re not the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. “You and I both know that shit doesn’t even work”, he crosses his hands over his chest making Garry frown. “You’re out for my throat today lad”, the old man grunted, “I won’t go lower than six hundred”.

“Deal”, iii shakes on it. “Hey, I saw that first”, you huff, “And I’m also willing to pay six hundred, make it six fifty”, you cross your hands over your chest. “The lady is playing fair”, Garry rubbed his palms. “Six seventy and I’m buying it for you, sweetheart, so don’t make the dent in my wallet even bigger”, iii mused before winking your way, leaving you standing there speechless.

ii

Yeah, you got the guy distracted through the entirety of the show. Never had he been so entranced with someone in the crowd. He caught a glimpse of you before the show had even started. Standing alone by the barricades as you gazed at the stage. It was the fact that you had no phone on you maybe. Just there to sway to the beats of the music. Maybe the fact that you knew most drum parts by heart it seemed as if you taped against the metal with your fingers.

So there wasn’t even a question as he leaned over the edge to hand his drumstick to you. You watched him in surprise, clearly not believing that he would do that. Almost immediately turning to give one of them to the girl next to you. “Not this one”, ii cut in, stopping you from giving the one with a paper wrapped around it, “This one is for you only”. He could see your cheeks getting bright red even in the dim light.

“You’re a fucking awesome drummer”, you shouted over the crowd. “And you’re really pretty”, he winked, “don’t loose that”, he pointed to the paper before jumping back on stage. You kept your hand wrapped around it till you walked out of the stadium, gasping when you saw a phone number scribbled there.

Ivy

Look, he might be all cool and sassy but this guy ain’t that forward when it comes to girls. He was always shy and man did he hate making the first move. Not that his schedule left much space for casual dating. “Nice bike”, Ivy turned his head to the sound of the voice behind him. Glad he was sat and with a helmet on because he would have been red as a beet. “Ah, thanks?”, he muttered, pulling the visor up. He had stopped by a local bookstore to buy iii his birthday gift. “Sorry, it’s probably so strange but I just saw you and I like bikes and…”, you rambled on, “No, actually forget it, I look stupid”, you clasped a hand over your face before turning away from him.

Ivy watched you for a moment before shouting, “Hey, hold up, you want to go for a ride?”, the words had left his mouth before he had even realized it. But one thing was clear he didn’t regret it. “You don’t have to”, you shook your head, “Don’t need no pity ride”.

“I actually never backpacked with anyone”, Ivy shrugged, “It might be fun”. You blinked slowly, “Are you being serious?”, “I don’t have a helmet on me now but we can meet up tomorrow?”, he suggested, “A sunset ride?” You couldn’t hide the smile any longer, “I would love that”. You couldn’t really see his face but from the way his eyes glistened you could assume he was smiling. “Give me your phone and I will pick you up”, he offered and once again the rest was history.

[the-froschamethyst4]

A Cold Beating Heart

𖤐Pairing: Gaz x Zombie! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, smoking, dead coming to life, L bombs, kissing, mute! innocent! reader, age gap (34-44), pink = Y/n's writing,

𖤐Summary: Gaz did something stupid, messing around with a so-called 'spell book' going to a graveyard and going to the first grave he sees and practice some so-called spells on this abandoned grave.

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Gaz sat at the bar with his friends, they all laughed and joked, Gaz circled the rim of his glass as Price elbowed him.

"Smile, Gaz. You have some beautiful options," Price says, talking about the women in the bar close to Kyle's age.

"Nah, not tonight, I'm not interested in anyone right now." Gaz has been feeling down lately, Price doesn't know why, they thought about bring Gaz to a bar to cheer him up, but guess not.

Gaz looks over his shoulder at some girl, they were laughing with each other and all the girls just seemed to out for drinking and their friends, no funny business tonight.

"I think I'm going to head out for the night," Gaz says.

"Really?" Price says.

"Yeah, I got a busy day tomorrow," lie.

"Alright then," Price says, they exchanged goodbyes as Gaz heads out, walking down the street and lighting up a cigarette. As he walks down the street admiring some of the lights in the nighttime.

As he walks he passes a shop that was open a little late then other shops, the bright neon lit sign was the only thing one drawing his attention. On the sign the word 'open' was in bright purple lights, a cat sitting on the O and the Witch on her broom stick flying above it.

He walks in and was greeted with a small bell ringing to let the shop owner know someone has came inside. Gaz looks around at the creepy things sitting in jars of liquids, some dead things here and there and then a whole wall full of books.

Spell books.

Kyle scoffs at the books reading the titles.

"A Witches guide to know all? Test your potion skills? Love Charms and Spells...The Book of the Undead?" He says, looking around some more.

Why was he even in here? He doesn't practice magic, he does summon things. He was in here because it was the only place open and he didn't want to go back to that bar.

"Hi, how can I help?" A girl dressed like a Witch came from the back holding a box labeled "body parts" and a black cat sitting on her shoulder.

"Hi, no just looking," he says.

"Well, if you need anything, my name is Kiki, just yell," she giggles.

Gaz keeps looking at the books, till he finds one. "The Book of summoning."

"Oh you don't want that one, it's outdated," she yanks the book from Kyle's grip. "You'd want this one," she shoves a book called.

"Summoning the all Dead? Won't I be summoning all the dead, like the title says," he says with a cocky smile.

"Not if you do it correctly. You seem...lonely? Am I right?"

"The hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I'm really good at picking up on people, and when you walked in, I felt loneliness coming off you."

"If anything, that's my buddy, Ghost, you should meet him," Gaz says, putting the book back on the shelf.

"If you really want to find someone, I suggest the dead...they're good at listening." Kiki says. "Try it," she gives him the books, she opens her hand for payment and Kyle pulls out some cash for her. "Thank you," she says with a smile.

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"You seem lonely," Gaz mocks Kiki. "The hell she knows?" He mumbles. As Gaz walks he walks by a graveyard. He looks down at the book in his hands.

"Cannot believe, I'm about to do this," he says, walking into the graveyard and walks around. He reads off the names one by one, but none spoke to him.

He finds a concrete bench and sits down on it. He let's out a sigh and feels like giving up. He turns just slightly when seeing a grave...it looked abandoned.

He gets up and walks to it, there was a grave. He bends down wiping his hand over the name.

"Here Lies Y/n L/n, a daughter, born 1837-1871. 34 years old huh...you passed too soon," he says, he looks down at the statue of what he thinks must be this Y/n woman.

The statue was on her laying on her back, hands holding some flowers, and she was dressed in Victorian era clothing.

Gaz sits down in front of her grave, legs crossed and he opened the table of contents to see where he needs to go to find the summoning spell.

"Here we go." As Gaz starts reading, then the small chants with his voice the wind starts to shift, blowing harder each time he would speak, the leaves landed wherever they could, once Gaz was done and was being a bit dramatic, rising his arms up to the sky as just perfect timing thunder cracked making him yank his arms down.

"Jesus," he says. He waits patiently but nothing, he closes the book and stood up. "What a waste of 20 bucks," he closes the book and walks off mumbling curses under his breath.

As he walks Gaz felt the ground shake, he stops thinking maybe it was an Earthquake, but he turns when seeing green light poke out from the ground, he falls on his back from tripping over a small grave.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yells getting up and then seeing a woman before his eyes. She was dressed in Victorian style clothes, but they were ripped to shreds, her face had flesh on one side and bone on the other, her arms were bone.

"Get the hell away from me, you-you demon!"

She just stops and stares at him confused. This is what he wanted right? To summon her.

She puts her hands up and waves them at him getting his attention.

"What?" He asks, confused. She points to the book then herself. "I-I don't understand-speak goddammit," he curses.

She looked offended that he would even speak to her like that. Even men in her era even knew not to curse in front of a lady.

"Why aren't you talking?" She holds her throat indicating that her vocal cords don't work anymore. "Right," he says.

"Sign language...do...Victorian era women know sign language?"

She shakes her head no.

"Great, will do this my way then."

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Getting the zombie lady home was easier said then done. Most people thought the lady was dressed for Halloween which wasn't far away, then it was the dirty looks from people who thought she was being "too over the top."

Once home Gaz was just pacing wondering what the hell did he do, how long will this last, and does he need to do something else to send her back to her grave?

"Okay so..." she sits in front of him. "You can't talk, so maybe we can try...pen and paper," he gets up and walks to his office and grabs a notebook and a working pen and he hands them to her.

"Okay so...do you know you're dead?"

"I do."

"Okay, so, how did you die? Am I allowed to ask that?"

"I died by a carriage, not really that eventful."

"That's fine, I wasn't looking for a bad accident, just to know...what happened I guess...ummm h-how do I send you back?" He asked.

"Send me back? But I just got here."

"I know, I know, but...i-it was a mistake," he says.

"Mistake? So...I am not needed?"

"No not really, it was a dumb and stupid idea to do that, and I was just seeing if it actually worked or I got scammed by some witch."

Y/n looks like she was thinking and then started to write. "You are lonely."

"How the fuck-"

"Men, I know, also don't curse in front of women," she pops the notebook over his head.

"Okay, okay, I'll try and not cursing...just don't hit me again."

"Fine."

"Do you know a way for me to send you back?" He repeats his other question.

"No, I do not, maybe ask your witch you got that book from maybe she knows, but other then that, could I have a bath? I stink." Even when dead she cared more about her hygiene.

"Yeah, I'll go draw you a bath," he leaves her alone and heads to his bathroom.

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He makes sure it's the right temp and she walks in, her dress giving her away from the loud movement.

"Your bath is small."

"Well, it's just me, I don't need a big bath-what baths were you using?" She just shrugs her shoulders.

She placed her notebook on the sink and starts removing her dress.

"WOAH! WAIT TILL I AM OUT OF THE BATHROOM!" Gaz says, covering his eyes. He leaves shutting the door leaving Y/n to strip and get in the tub.

"Are you in the tub?" He asks. Expecting a 'yes' but forgets she can't speak, he cracks the door seeing her in the tub. Her legs had flesh on them her stomach and torso did too, just her arms and half of her face were all bone.

"I-I don't think I can wash your clothes...they might disintegrate in the washer." She motions for him to give her the notebook and pen.

"That's okay, surely you must have clothes that fit me?"

"I might, let me go look." He leaves once again. He quickly comes back with some clothes. "I found an old band tee, and some running shorts...they're not mine."

"You are putting me in someone else clothing? Not even your own?"

"You want MY clothing?" She nods at his comment. "Fine, I'll go look for better clothes for you, your highness." He jokes before leaving the bathroom.

"I am NOT a royal," she wrote angrily and showed Gaz.

"I know you weren't...it was a joke."

"Joke?"

"Did you guys really not tell jokes back in the Victorian era?" She wonders.

"Men made it impossible to enjoy a lot of things," she wrote.

"Still like that today, I guess-not saying I'm like that, but I like cracking jokes here and there, but most of them are corny or stupid." He says shaking his head.

"Tell me one," she wrote with a happy face.

"No, no, I shouldn't," she keeps circling 'tell me' till Gaz smiles and shakes his head. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you one...let me think...Knock knock..." he waits. "You say 'who's there'?"

"Who's there?" She wrote.

"Candice."

"Candice who?"

"Candice joke get any worse?" He smiles waiting for a reaction from her. "You didn't get it did you?" She shakes her head no. "That's fine. Let me try..." he taps his chin. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Iva."

"Iva who?"

"I've a sore hand from knocking," she cracks a smile. "See funny right?" She nods.

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It was close to midnight now and Y/n had walked around Gaz's apartment, Gaz was trying to contact Kiki, but she wasn't answering the phone.

"Come on, Kiki!" He yells.

Y/n walks around going to his bookshelf, she sees the amount of books he has, she pulls one off the shelf. 'The Idea of Working', she rolls her eyes and puts it back. 'The history of Germany', she puts it back.

Then she grabs one 'Taste of the Night,' she flips to the back and reads the back. It was a romance book. She goes to the coach and makes herself comfortable, bring her knees to her chest and flipping to the first page.

As she read Gaz came into the living room seeing her read the book.

"I've never really read that book. It didn't really go with my flow, and I'm picky when it comes to my books," he says, sitting next to her.

"I like the main character already." She wrote.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, she's how you say...a badass?"

"Should a lady be cursing?"

"No, but it's the only way I can describe her."

"Keep reading, I'll make up the guest bedroom for you," he says, tapping her knee and walking to the guest bedroom.

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It's been 3 days now, and Gaz was walking on the same sidewalk before walking into Kiki's shop, but when he made it to the where he remembered the shop, it wasn't there anymore.

Just a big empty spot where the shop would have been, he was confused looking around like maybe he was on the wrong side of the street, but no, he remembers the book store and the flower shop, but where the hell did the Spell shop go?

Gaz then walks into the book store going to the front desk to ask the question.

"Hi, I was on this street a few days ago, I had ran into the spell shop...where did that go?"

"Spell shop? There was never a spell shop there? Not that I know of," the girl giggled at Gaz like he was crazy or something.

"No, no, no, no," Gaz left the store and paces outside.

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Y/n had walked to the bathroom and touched her face, she felt like Gaz was embarrassed of her, which makes sense, she's dead and no one has ever seen the dead before, and someone might think she's a scare actor or something.

Y/n walked to Gaz's room, opening his closet and pulling out a shirt, she could smell his scent on it, she brings it to her nose and smells a husky scent of pine and wood, she takes a deep breath and sat on the bed, she removes the shirt she was wearing and put on the shirt she was holding.

She brought it to her nose and fell on her back, she loved the scent, she loved the feeling of the cotton on her upper half, she loved everything about wearing Gaz's shirt.

She walked to the living room and grabbed the book off the coffee table, she reads and every once and a while sniffed the shirt.

"MOTHER FUCKER!!" Gaz yells slamming the door to the apartment. "Apparently Kiki's spell shop is fucking gone! I'm so pissed off, I don't understand, where the hell could she have gone? I need to know how to send you back."

"Have you checked the book to see if there's a reversal spell?"

"The book doesn't have anything like that, just summoning the dead in different ways," he says. Sitting on the couch next to Y/n, he looks over and sees the shirt she was wearing. "That's my shirt."

"So? You gave me one of your old shirts, so what's the harm in wearing this one? And it smells amazing."

"I get that," he chuckles.

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A month, it's been a month and Gaz can't find any sort of trace of Kiki and her shop, but he started to grow...some sort of feeling towards Y/n, not wanting her to leave his side, he did at a point give looking for Kiki, and started to spend his time with Y/n.

Clothes had came in for Y/n she showed off her new wear to Gaz, from dresses to jeans.

"Women in my time weren't allowed to wear pants only skirts and dresses, I love pants," she smiles holding the tight denim that hugged her thighs.

"They look nice on you," he says, leaning back and smiled.

"I like this shirt too."

"Go try in that skirt, I know you weren't so sure on it." She nods and heads off to the bedroom.

Gaz smiles at the girl as she leaves to go put on a long skirt, Y/n was so nervous about it because the skirt had a slit on the right side, She comes back showing it off, he smiles.

"You look good."

"Not too revealing?"

"No, never. Do you feel comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Then it's perfect."

Gaz watched as her face lit up with a smile and her eyes showing the glint of happiness, she would never feel this good when she was alive in the Victorian era. Gaz gets up off the couch and walks to her, spinning her around.

"You look amazing," he says. He cups her face, he wasn't ever afraid of her, but grew to love her and like her.

"Did you give up?"

"On what?"

"Sending me back?"

"I did...I don't need to when you listen to me, and you...complete me in a way."

"Do I?"

"Yeah."

"Have you gotten use to me writing to you instead of talking to you?"

"I am, I...I do love you, I know it's too early, it's been a month, but you listen to me, you're like my friend better then my actual friends," he jokes.

"Don't say that, I'm only here because...you summoned me."

"I know." Gaz leans forward and his lips touched hers, Y/n didn't push away from him, but instead held him tightly her arms going around his neck to hold him close, his hands resting on her waist and then picking her up and while still kissing her, walking towards his bedroom with a smile on his face, and kissing her neck here and there.

The room was silent and all Gaz could hear was how fast Y/n's heart was beating, even the dead has a beating heart, he smiles when seeing her face slightly become pink and then she covers her face from the embarrassment.

"Don't hide from me," he says, pulling her hands back. She just shakes her head indicating she wasn't being shy, but she was. He smiles and kisses her lips.

"I know women during your time didn't really...have sex before marriage, I want to respect your boundaries."

"I'm fine...we...we can try, I won't feel anything."

"You won't?"

"I don't have a uterus or ovaries, and I've been numb since I've died. So if anything you feel something more then me."

"Right, maybe not."

"No, not right now, but we can still kiss," she hid behind the notebook when showing him what she wrote, he chuckles shakes his head and slowly pushes down the notebook cupping her face and deepening the kiss.

[m-jelly]

Hiiii jelly how are you?? Can I please request for a actor Levi x actor reader🥺🥺 it can be SFW or NSFW or both I don’t car but I would love a actor au🥺💔

@ladycheesington <3

It happened on set.

Levi x fem reader

Levi and you are in a movie together for the first time, sparks fly between the two of you and it's impossible to deny you have strong feelings for each other. Levi is the insane villain in the movie and you're the hero's love interest, but due to how Levi and you are, the script changes a bit and you become Levi's love interest instead.

Levi's heart raced as he watched you being tended to by the on-set makeup team. He gulped hard as he remembered the scene that was meant to happen. The two of you would be entangled together in a high-tension moment. In the original script, it was where he was supposed to hurt you, but things were different now.

He released a long sigh and let his makeup team fix his white hair wig, check his almost golden contacts and his scars. "Do...uh..."

The makeup woman smiled. "Yes, she's very interested." She put some eyeliner under his eyes. "You've got this."

His costume assistant opened his shirt a little so Levi's muscles were on show. "Perfect and the scars are looking good."

The director hurried over to Levi. "Okay, this next scene is about you having her. You have the hero's love interest as yours, but your reason for having her is that you want her. Tensions are high between the two of you. Your desire for her is hard to hold back. You love this woman and you'll destroy the whole city for her. This is your moment with her. Go with the flow and how you feel, okay?"

Levi nodded. "Yes." He let out a long sigh. "I've got this. I am Vincent and she is my muse, my Goddess, my Mae."

"Perfect."

You walked over as you fixed your wig a bit. "Mm."

Levi smiled softly. "I prefer your normal hair, but you look good."

"Thanks." You beamed a smile at him. The two of you had spent time together outside of work and the connection had been strong, and now you were on the cusp of something. "You look fantastic."

"Thank you." He rolled his shoulders. "You uh, you ready for this?"

You smiled softly. "Yes. Mae and Vincent are back at it with the tension."

He hummed a laugh. "That's right. Remember, if you're not okay with anything just say."

"I trust you and I'm happy to go for it."

He held your upper arm and stood in the right spot. "Okay, let's do this."

The director checked everything and smiled. "All ready, and action!"

Levi dragged you along as you fought him a little he huffed as you protested and shouted at him. "Fine." He stopped, turned and picked you up. "You left me with no choice." He threw you over his shoulder. "I'll have to carry my Queen."

You cried out in frustration. "You're a beast! Let me go!"

Levi turned his head and bit your bum making you squeal. "Tasty thing." He snarled as two cops hurried over to stop him, so he pulled his gun out and shot both in their legs. "Don't you worry, my darling Queen I will take care of you. This city is all yours. I will destroy anything and everything for you." He shoved you into the back of a truck. He cornered you as his men started the vehicle. "You and me darling."

You went to slap him, but he stopped you. "You're a monster, Vincent."

He sat next to you before dragging you against him as the truck sped off. "Mae..." He let out a loving sigh. "My darling Mae, monsters are not real. I'm just the most honest man you'll ever meet, other people are fucked up because they lie and shove their heads in the sand. I get real and honest. Humanity is a fucked up play land."

You stopped fighting a little. "You...you..."

"Think about it. How messed up humans are."

You lowered your head. "You're right."

"Plus, that so-called fucking hero? He made shit worse." He massaged his fingers in your hair. "The bad guys got worse in the city since he arrived, they had to adapt."

You lifted your head and locked eyes with Levi. "That's why you're twisted?"

"I'm just smarter than most criminals. I know how to work this city and manipulate it." He caressed your cheek and noticed you didn't retreat. "I would never do anything like that to you." He leaned towards your lips. "You are so precious to me. No amount of money or jewels could come close to being more precious." He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "I can't stop thinking about you. You're the only thing I want in this city."

You crashed your lips against Levi's and hummed in happiness. You tugged on his bottom lip before passionately kissing him. It registered to Levi what was happening and his desire ignited. You moaned as you were lifted a bit and sat on Levi's lap.

Levi gripped you as he kept kissing you, all his built-up feelings as Vincent for Mae and as himself for you. The two of you forgot all about the cameras and microphones on you, you just kept kissing and lightly touching each other.

The director was in awe for a while but then decided the scene needed to end. "Cut!" He frowned when you and Levi kept kissing. "Cut! You two can stop." He chuckled when you didn't. "Cute."

You pulled back a bit from Levi's lips. "Levi." You kissed him again. "Levi."

He moaned your name. "I adore you."

You mewled. "I adore you too."

Levi flinched when he heard people moving around. "Oh, the scene ended. I forgot we were..." He cleared his throat. "You're just so..."

You giggled. "The kiss was meant for you. I will say, the scene was amazing and perfect. I really enjoyed that and I think Mae and Vincent are perfect together." You nibbled your lip. "Like I think we're perfect together."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "I think we're perfect together too. I also really enjoyed the scene too. We did wonderful."

The director jogged over. "You two are just..." He jumped and cried for joy. "You know? Like WOW! WOO! Magic."

Levi massaged your thighs. "I can't thank my acting partner enough. She's incredible to work with."

You pulled and played with his shirt. "I want to thank you too."

The director looked between the two of you. "You know, that kiss seemed rather real, raw and almost like you weren't acting."

You slipped off Levi's lap. "I'm glad it looked good." You fiddled with your wig. "I'm going to rest in my trailer. Levi, could you drop by so we can run lines?"

Levi felt a rush. "Sure." He finished up on set with his last few scenes before hurrying over to your trailer. He knocked and smiled when you answered. "Hey."

You smiled. "Hey, come on in." You locked the door behind him. "Your scenes go okay?"

He hummed. "Lots of action, so I ache a bit."

You made him a cup of tea and handed it over. "Take a seat and relax."

He slipped his smart shoes off for his character and sighed. "Better. Thank you."

You shifted on the sofa and admired him without his wig on. "You're really incredible, you know?"

Levi blushed. "Thanks. I think you're wonderful. You're probably the only actor I've wanted to work with and I was right to want to because you're so good and believable."

You reached over and gently touched his cheek. "Thank you. I thought the same for you. I wanted to work with you so badly. I adore this job with you and I hope we get to do more movies together."

"I'll demand it."

You giggled. "Me too." You leaned closer and kissed his cheek. "Levi, I have feelings for you. I see you as more than a friend. I want to be with you romantically."

Levi placed his cup down, cupped your cheek and kissed you. "I meant it when I said I adore you. I have deep feelings for you. I want you. I want to be with you."

You cuddled up to Levi. "I want to be with you too."

Levi held you. "Mine."

You hummed a laugh. "Yours."

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[somedayillbepeterpan]

on today's rewatch: S3E7 [Joining of hands]

I haven't done a good job in putting out original content for the past few months and I blame my new job entirely 😂 It's so intense, it turns my brain into mush most days.

I'm 68% functional right now so if my ramblings don't make sense, I apologise.

Today, I am thinking of Colin's retreating back after he discovered the Pen was LW.

(Colouring this gif is so hard. It's so dark 😭 I wish I was better at this.)

I don't know why I'm locked in on Colin's back.

On him walking away.

On his coat billowing as it matches the force of his steps. I have a thing for people's footsteps or way of walking because I often think about how I walk and how it represents what I'm feeling at the moment. My many, many rewatches offered me the realisation that there isn't a lot of full body shots of Luke Newton for S1 and S2 nor are walking shots. If there are full body shots, he's with Nicola so your attention is split.

I read a meta somewhere that book!Colin canonically loves walking so much so that he would endure the rain to help clear his thoughts.

I always thought that this walk was more heartbroken than angry. He walked away because his heart was breaking into pieces. But I also think that he walked away because of his love for her.

I know that the last thing he says to Pen in this scene is that he will never forgive her but I also think that he was talking more to Lady Whistledown than to Pen because at this point, they are still separate in his mind.

Clearly, this walk is the hardest to understand and has been part of heated debates of what canonically would Colin really do (this being compared to the source material aka book!Colin). I don't want to broach that debate too much because I would've done the same as Colin (as someone who is an introverted demisexual empath who value the words that come out of my mouth and actions to take but often overthinks them). And these are mere ramblings of a Polin brainrotter.

Now, there are three significant full body walking shots of Colin in S3: Colin's entrance in E1 (the faux swagger), this retreating walk in the early part of E7 (the heartbreak), and the him trying to clear his thoughts in the latter part of the same episode (the drunk, angry yet pensive one).

This walk represents the war that Colin has fought so many times. When his emotions overtake him, he finds himself walking away. I say find because I don't think Colin was self-aware nor mature enough to understand why he walked away. It's why he traveled around, it's what happened to him with Marina, and what he almost did to Penelope. In my head, this very distinctly represents Colin's trauma about his dad's death. His emotions always get the better of him.

This is another thing that I appreciate about Colin and Penelope's relationship-- they helped each other grow. If Penelope didn't have the courage or honestly, the love, to confront Colin when he was about to walk away in the modiste scene, we wouldn't have known the root of Colin's emotional trauma. Of him feeling inadequate and abandoned/betrayed by the people he loves.

On a different side of this debate, this is what separates this relationship to all other relationships that Colin has in his life-- the depth of love and understanding that him and Pen have shared gave them the the power to get out of this situation much, much stronger.

(on a side note, writing this is making me so excited for s4 even though I want to tamper my expectations)

In conclusion, I didn't appreciate the words that came out of Colin's mouth. But on the other hand, I appreciated that he walked away and he didn't do what book!Colin did. While this scene was devastating to watch, I really really appreciate how Colin spent time understanding his emotions about the whole LW situation. I know we all wanted to tear his hair out by the end but love doesn't put a timeline on forgiveness. Nor does it paint a pretty picture.

But time does help in growing yourself better.

[eparch]

Isgarren is an Idealist (and Mabon is a Cynic)

This was originally going to be part of a longer post I'm working on, but I decided it warranted being its own.

And yes I know the title sounds insane! But in the grand scheme of SotO's narrative, Isgarren is an idealist at heart wearing a cynic's armor, and Mabon is a cynic at heart wearing an idealist's mask.

And Isgarren is an idealist because you kind of have to be one to dedicate yourself to 10,000 years of protecting a world that doesn't even know you exist.

And one of the only things we know about him from before his ascension was that he tried to go help the mursaat fight Zhaitan anyway even after Sidony decided against helping them. Most of what he calls his mistakes were also born from his attempts to help others - taking in Eparch and ascending Waiting Sorrow being the biggest examples. And still he keeps helping others. Still, no matter how many times his attempts to better the world led to another "mistake", led to his own exile from his kin, led to the deaths of people he loved, Isgarren still kept doing it because he believed in doing good no matter what.

He figured out at some point that the Elder Dragons were vital to Tyria's magical ecosystem, so he turned his efforts to fight for the good of Tyria outward, especially once Eparch gave him reason to think all kryptis were threats. He wasn't going to step in with the Elder Dragon wars until it literally threatened the destruction of all Tyria not because he didn't care, but because he had faith in us.

Keep in mind that in the personal story, the Commander and Trahearne successfully united the world to fight Zhaitan. Isgarren had seen this before. He saw Sidony unite all the other elder races to fight Zhaitan, only for them to suddenly betray each other and leave the mursaat and Forgotten to die on their own. The Pact succeeded where the elder races failed. Why wouldn't he believe in the strength of mortals at that point?

Not to overuse and refer back to my favorite conversation in SotO too often, but Isgarren doesn't save farms not because he doesn't care, he doesn't save the farm because he knows the Commander will be there to have his back and do it while he takes care of the dragon minion.

Isgarren, for all his faults and his grumpy and bitter attitude, is an idealist.

Mabon called him naive for a reason. He even calls his own choices naive.

And speaking of Mabon...he's a cynic at heart.

This might seem contradictory to the way he is characterized as an optimistic and positive force among the Wizard's Court and for the Astral Ward (and he is), moreso than Isgarren being a hidden idealist under his sour armor, but consider that Mabon's entire character rides on his idea of atonement.

In his journal from shortly after his ascension, he doesn't remember what he was like before it. He just remembers that his own people are cruel and evil. He assumes Isgarren is avoiding him because he's afraid of him as a violent mursaat and never truly trusted him at all (when this could just as likely be because Isgarren is feeling guilty of the ascension wiping Mabon's memories, but that's just me speculating). He assumes that he must have been just like all other mursaat and he must have been a terrible person himself. So he must atone. And atone he does for 10,000 years.

Isgarren tells you, when you ask him about Mabon, that Mabon was not like other mursaat when they first met.

In SotO, Mabon's arc starts shortly before we meet him. Asthenes is attacking him mentally the whole time, but he puts on his outward mask of idealism and strength to save Dagda and Lyhr and to lead the Astral Ward while Isgarren is missing.

Knowing the Wizards, knowing the Commander, wouldn't we have found some way to save him too? If we knew? If we had realized? Isn't that what the Wizards and the Commander do? Wouldn't we have just made it possible to save Dagda, Lyhr, and Mabon?

Mabon didn't want to die, but he felt at that point "there is no other way this can end" and he outright asks us not to hesitate "when the hour arrives." He doesn't bother to ask for help with his own possession because he thinks he's beyond saving, and he needs to save the others first.

He also notably meddles with Tyrians more than Isgarren does. Many of the Astral Ward's recruits are his specifically. He travels to Tyria frequently to meet people and experience the world "on the ground", so to speak. Compare this to the historical mursaat modus of sitting back and manipulating an entire society unseen.

Even when it's someone Isgarren (and Uenno) recruits like Frode, it's not until Mabon involves himself that they heal and find their place in the Astral Ward.

That's not to say he didn't believe in mortals at all, just that as part of his trying to be a better person than he believed himself to be, he ended up taking it upon himself to help those he felt no one else would.

Finally, it's notable to me that both Isgarren and Mabon attempt to distance themselves from their races in some manner, and they both go about it in very different ways.

Isgarren made himself blue so he might be mistaken for a djinn at first glance but he still takes great pride in being a Seer. He wants to be seen as part of the rest of Tyria despite sitting above it, but will happily answer your questions about Seers.

Mabon hides his wings to be less threatening, but he's still very obviously a mursaat at first glance. He's still other from the rest of Tyria, but he distances himself from the other mursaat so much that he considers his own race extinct with Lazarus's death.

And somehow, it's so very fitting that these two found each other and created the Wizard's Court together.

[alaskan-wallflower]

for wretched but i’m thinking a lot about the curtis bros as babies lol

darry’s real easy. he doesn’t cry or anything. when he wants his mom’s attention he kinda meows? or does that sound baby lions do lol-he also squawks and coos a lot too. fun fact but cats purr when they want to be fed, so instead of crying he’d just toddle after her while purring and whining a little. he’s the only one of the three of them who’s bipedal, so they have an easier time teaching him to walk. mr curtis used to play with him too by hiding behind his wings and jumping out-darry loved it. when his dad first held him too he purred. i think that as a toddler he would scratch things to ‘mark’ them, and to file his nails, so they had to ween him off that lol-mrs curtis used to call him her ‘little cub’ and she’d sometimes just tickle his paws-yano’s when you do that to a dog and they kick? that’s what he does. she sews him the cutest outfits ever too. he used to hate being picked up though lol-he’d claw at the air and just pour in Air Jail (thanks mr curtis…)

SODA OMG- okay so we know soda is a pegasus centaur? So baby horses can run from birth. So here’s Soda, an already loud and energetic baby, egos running around like a crackhead, flapping his wings and actually getting a few inches off the ground. mrs curtis had many heart attacks seeing baby soda hovering over her bed in the middle of the night. he makes happy neighing sounds a lot and whinnies-he cries a lot-like A LOT. Horses show their affection by licking and chewing so he’d just be licking his mom, his dad, darry (who hisses at him which only makes soda laugh 😭) and they also blow ‘air kisses’ so he would just blow in peoples faces and they never knew why-soda had to be on a literal leash because he’d run inside and scare everyone lmao

pony was a darling. he’s a peryton centsur so he’s got the snowy owl chest and the deer legs and he’s THE CUTEST. so many other wretched just beg to pet his chest and hair-you know when you scratch a kitten’s chest and they’ll try to gnaw at you before you let go and their paws go in the air? that’s pony. pony tries to bite everyone who tries to touch his feathers. he had the goofiest baby downy wings too like so. much. fluff. pony hates looking at his old baby pics cause he looked ‘ugly’ but he was genuinely the cutest baby. he too coos-he also licks everything he likes (deer do that) and deer wag their tails!! he also ‘sings’ (aka chirping) but when pony grows up he has the most beautiful singing voice (thanks to the bird parts)-he had SUCH a hard time walking 😭 mrs curtis would put him on the ground and he’d stumble before falling on his tummy and pouting-darry used to tease him

bonus but their parents taught them how to fly-mr curtis showed darry when he was like…eight or so and soda kinda learned on his own (flapping wings = flying! woah!) and pony was lucky enough to have the whole family showing him how to fly-he flies real high to watch the sun set. post book events he takes darry and soda above the clouds to watch a sunset

also also-darry, soda and pony preen each others wings

i love this au yall

[eleanorenchanted]

How long should you try?

Until.

[spotaus]

New Age AU (Obtaining Killer)

Hey guys! Through with a bot of stuff for the day and I have a sneaking suspicion that this stress headache will not leave me until I finish some projects for work, so I *may* be m.i.a. for a hot second until they stop.

In the meantime, I want to drop this! (Unedited, unrefined, raw off the slab style)

Andddd @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens ! Hello! (Mutzelputz if u see this, the tags weren't working for some reason, I apologize.)

Hope y'all enjoy!

Ccino had convinced him to leave the castle. After nearly a year had passed since his last true public appearance. Since he'd stolen the apple from his brother. Nine months had passed since he'd sent Dream away. He tried not to think about it.

Nightmare had been finding out a lot about his magic. How it made him jittery, and how he felt like he understood so much more. How it made him deeply paranoid, quick to react.

How it made people listen to him.

He figured it was because he was scary now. The negative magic condensed over every inch of his bone wasn't exactly appealing, and the extra limbs which had sprouted from his spine now acted like his own personal weapons. If someone didn't listen, didn't give him an answer he liked, the limbs moved without him even thinking.

It had taken time to learn to better control them. Even now, they writhed in his wake. His nerves expressed through their lashing and twitching as they hovered just above the ground.

The streets weren't exactly crowded.

Upon word of the King's arrival to this small providence, Nightmare had found that many people fled from his path. His travel party of several soldiers, and himself on horseback. He'd always wanted to ride horses. The traitor twin was someone that every citizen wished to avoid.

Ccino had coaxed him outside with promises of fresh air. Apparently there were promising young members of the city guard that Ccino swore would be wonderful future knights. Young warriors for him to bring up loyally under his name, no fear of betrayal.

It had made sense, at the time, but Nightmare hadn't chosen to recruit any of them.

It wasn't to say he didn't want to. Several of the humans and monsters were very talented, and he did his best to give them praise, but he could tell. None of them wanted to work under him. They didn't like him. Rejection and hatred that had pierced him immediately, he could practically taste it.

Ultimately, they would do better here in their hometown. A place they were passionate about protecting, and with people they cared for. Night would not try to mold promising soldiers into his perfect guard. No matter how smart of an idea it may have been.

And so he'd moved on.

Night had visited several smaller shops, onces which couldn't afford to refuse him, and he bought some fabrics, a trinket, some small thing from each place he stopped by. He payed exactly the price he needed for each thing. He wouldn't bribe his people, either. The best he could do would be to remain neutral.

He did discover, against all odds, that he was enjoying this day out. Ccino was, in fact, usually correct about this sort of thing.

The travel had been enriching. Almost exciting. He'd never gotten out of the castle much at all, this was all new and excitingly mundane.

Good things do not last forever.

It was almost sunset when he noticed it. Torches being set up, a platform prepared. A crowd gathering.

An execution, came the mutter from one of his soldiers. Though he recognized the set-up, Night had never been in attendance to an execution. He was morbidly curious. The crowd held such a contempt. A broiling hunger for blood.

He wished he'd wheeled his horse away when a few people were ushered out of a nearby building.

The prison, maybe?

There weren't many of them. Nightmare dismounted his steed, and much to the dismay of the soldiers at his side, he found himself sinking. Into the growing shadows cast by the dying sun.

He re-emerged beside the stage, where the few people were lined up. Ready for death by hanging.

That trick wasn't one that Nightmare quite understood yet, but he was always drawn to feelings of intense negativity. He knew that, now. Something about these prisoners were bothering him, even at a distance, and he found himself more curious as he stood before them.

His guards, at the back of the crowd, hadn't seemed to figure out where he had gone. He had the time, now, to loom over the small group of prisoners.

The city guards, the trained ones, had likely seen him earlier at their headquarters. They did not speak even a word against him as he stared.

Nightmare stared at these faces.

A dog monster, scrappy and scarred, black fur clashing against a few patches of white. One of her ears was missing.

A pair of humans, both men, one with long, curly red hair and another with short-cropped red hair and the beginnings of a beard. Maybe they were brothers?

A skeleton. His sockets dripped with black magic, and his soul was a piercing crimson, just infront of his chest.

A flame monster, small and stout. Their flames a flickering green and purple. One of their eyes had a patch over it.

Nightmare was not great at determining emotions yet. He was hardly versed in his own feelings, but there had been improvement recently. Understanding new emotions had been coming more naturally to him.

Sometimes it hurt, but he was learning.

Now, past the blossoms of a headache, he felt a bit baffled as he subconsciously picked through the negativity these monsters exuded. Their fear. Their pain. Their loss, and their anger.

Oh.

"Only one of you is guilty."

He'd said it without thinking, practically announcing it with a voice that still felt unnaturally deep. A voice which rattled his ribcage and seemed to force past the barrier of darkness around him.

The group before him seemed startled. Confused.

Well, all but the skeleton, who seemed to only raise his skull slightly. As though just noticing Nightmare was there.

"How could you have possibly been jailed in the first place?" He muttered a bit quieter to himself.

He knew, deep down, that there were many, many rules in place for situations like this. Laws which he could challenge. People he could speak to. He could appoint members of his court to each of these people and try to earn their innocence through the rites of the law.

Then again, he remembered the rage of the crowd. The frustration of the people waiting to see these killings take place.

He didn't know what to do.

Now the prisoners, especially the two humans, were staring at him hopefully. He'd managed to shatter the negativity a bit. He believed them. He knew this was wrong.

"I don't know..."

The mutter came again unprompted.

These people would not have the means to repay him for his help. He couldn't just waive fees, or risk his court turning against him. He couldn't afford enemies being made so close to his inner circle.

He couldn't just leave them, though. Not after he'd seen the injustice of it all.

Stuck in his own thoughts, he was drawn out of it by a snickering laugh.

"Just set them free." A voice followed, "You are our King, aren't you?"

Nightmare then found his eyes drawn to the skeleton.

The others had eased themselves away from him. He stood, now, almost alone. He seemed unbothered by speaking up, his sockets held in an almost lazy posture. Tension going completely un-held.

He grinned up as the King, and seemed to watch contentedly as the thought settled in Nightmare's skull.

He could do that. Simply waive their charges. Pardon them. He could do that, surely. Many royals had done it before him for less certain terms. His mother had plenty of times.

"And you are guilty. You'll still be hanged. You know this, don't you?" Nightmare asked.

That was when the Skeleton's lazy sockets seemed to tighten with a sort of glee. Some hidden joke Nightmare wasn't privy to.

"Hmm." This was a poor choice. This was a bad decision. "Tell me, quickly, how you came to be here. Before I proceed?"

Nightmare didn't know why he was asking. He was... curious. Just like he had always been.

Very few people would ever speak straight to his face. Ccino, that was the only one who'd done it since his change. Since the prophecy. This skeleton had done it. He'd spoken when no one else could muster even a plea.

The silence he seemed to bring to every room. Broken, just briefly.

The skeleton stared at him a moment.

"Name's Killer, your majesty." The tone was mocking. "A while back a buddy of mine got into hot water, and I decided to help them out. Now, plenty of bodies later, I'm the one stuck on death row."

Simple. An admission of guilt.

Nightmare stared at him some more.

Finally, it seemed his frantic guards had noticed him. Found him. They rushed to his side, though not as fast as he would've liked. He could feel the frustration seeping from each armored body around him.

"You don't have an aversion to it," Nightmare voiced, "Killing, I mean."

Killer nodded. Unashamed.

It felt strangely calm, still. Perhaps it was because the crowd was still chattering. They likely hadn't noticed Nightmare at all.

The king turned to the city guard, still stood on the steps. "Free these four people. My judgement decrees them as not-guilty."

And, before any time could pass in the slightest. "Killer, I would like you to accompany me, before you abscond."

He'd noticed it. Killer had undone his cuffs before their conversation. Completely freeing himself from his weak imprisonment.

Killer seemed amused at the concept of sticking around to chat.

"If you would, I would like to recruit your services at my castle. I need a man who is willing to kill. And kill swiftly." Ccino said to establish an image. It was obvious now that his reputation would remain in the gutter, no matter what choices he made. He was not Dream.

Killer's sockets narrowed.

"And what would I get for being your little hunting dog?" Again, it was bold. It was new.

Nightmare was sure his expression hadn't changed since he'd come before the group. That same angry glare that sat permanently along his skull. The magic had an image to project.

His tendrils flicked, slightly.

"Payment, room, Fresh meals, and any other amenities you may like, so long as it does not break our treasury." He replied, "All I ask is that you simply obey me. And Me alone."

Not true. He'd probably ask for him to listen to Ccino as well. Once he knew for certain he'd stay.

Killer seemed to be thinking. He eyed they king, up and down. He looked to each of the guard around the king. The ones who were back in position now, though Nightmare could feel their annoyance. Their confusion.

Then Killer turned.

Then he turned back.

"Mm. Can't be worse than the ol' noose." Killer replied. "Funny way to run a country, my king. Hiring the first murderer you spot?"

Nightmare didn't humor that with a response. He was honestly shocked the skeleton had even agreed.

Though, all of that negativity had been swapped out for a glee. Something deep in Killer had changed during their brief interaction. A hope. Night could barely grasp the edges of its existence with his subconscious. But it was there.

.

He ignored the crowds as they grew confused. He ignored the worry pouring from the criminals as he had them released and informed them of their pardon.

He did not ignore when his guards told someone to keep their distance. He glanced up. Killer was standing beyond the guards, looking bored.

Nightmare, trusting fool he was, didn't even ask a guard to watch him to ensure he stayed put.

"Stand down." He ordered the guard, who begrudgingly allowed the skeleton to smugly slip past.

His tendrils kept the monster at a distance Night preferred all on their own. He seemed to take the hint.

"They're all gonna be dead by morning, you know." Killer voiced easily.

Nightmare turned to him, confused. What did he mean by that? He'd pardoned them?

"Are you deaf? The crowd wanted us dead, especially me." He chuckled, "Leaving them here is definitely going to get them killed. If the crowd doesn't rip them apart the second you leave, then it'll happen at night. There will be no witnesses."

Oh... Night hadn't fathomed that these people could turn on the innocent once declared. It hadn't even crossed his mind. Did they have a home to return to? A family they put at risk?

The noose was a fast death, but being murdered? That would've been so much worse.

He could tell, by the way they evaded looking at Killer, that he was right. Nightmare would be sentencing them to a new sort of death if he did it like this.

But he didn't have time for a trial. Or several. The sun was going down, abd Ccino expected him back. The castle needed him present, or they might revolt.

Someone might hurt Ccino.

Oh, he was such a poor ruler. He did not know his people well enough. How he lamented the lessons Dream had taken about crowds and current issues abd how to be likeable.

Night didn't know how to handle this. He was still learning!

A trembled in his hand. He tucked the limb quickly away from where it had been lightly clutching his tunics thick fabric, now hiding it beneath his cloak.

"Killer is right. It won't be safe here, for any of you." He spoke. Thank the gods it didn't sound as shaken as he felt. "I extend an offer to you all. You may stay here, or you may come take up positions among my staff back at the castle. Unlike Killer, I do not expect any crime from you, but you will be paid and housed."

The offer was met with a roar of frustration from the crowd, Nightmare chose to allow his guards to handle it. He watched, carefully, as the four looked between eachother.

The brothers agreed first. (They introduced themselves as brothers as they knelt in thanks.) Then the Dog. She said she had no family left to watch over, starting a new life would be for the best.

The flame refused, saying they would leave town by morning, and try to stay safe.

And so, Nightmare left the town with four new party members. Each had been provided a horse, each tied to one of the guards. Aside from Killer, whose steed was held personally by Nightmare.

He figured Ccino would chew him out for this, for bringing criminals into the castle when he was sent to collect soldiers, but Nightmare had a good feeling about these ones.

They did not hate him. Or fear him. He was helping them. And it felt good.

[shprka]

Guys do you think it was Bucky who gave Gale that aftershave? Bucky swears it's because it suits him but the truth is Bucky loves that scent so it was a selfish decision (also fuck off expensive!). Thats also a part of why he'a always in Buck's space - he needs to be close enough to smell it

Doesn't hurt that others (and Gale) like it