#honestly can’t believe i almost forgot to tag him

[starweed]

so i’ve finally read 263, and boy do i have thoughts.

first off, kiyora!!! i can’t wait to see more of him in the nect chapter!!

secondly, i think it’s really interesting that kaiser actively chose to work with the team rather than being pushed into it by isagi once he decided to play more like he did when he was younger. nearly everyone else in the series has had be pulled kicking and screaming into team work. the first example that comes to mind is barou during the second selection, when he was broken by nagi and isagi and was told to get his shit together. whereas kaiser didn’t need someone to tell him “you’re in the middle of the game, get it together.” he did that all on his own. it honestly seemed very professional of him, imo. like, football is his actual job and if something like what’s been happening this game happened in germany he’d probably have to do nearly exactly what he’s been doing or get subbed out. i just think he’s a really neat character.

thirdly, i need more rin. please kaneshiro. i need to know how he’s evolved and changed since the last time we saw him. please.

fourth, i loved the little karasu tidbits. he’s always super cool, and the fact that he was struggling to get a read on bm is interesting.

fifth, i hope that the masters get subbed in sometime during this game. i want to see more of loki playing, especially since isagi’s going to be able to better understand his playstyle compared to when they met the world five. i also think it’ll be cool to see how he and charles play off of each other.

that’s most of my thoughts on chapter 263, lmk if you have any questions or thoughts ig.

[lacroixqueen]

i'm so chill but you make me jealous jealous deadpool x fem!reader, 18+

Summary: deadpool sees you on a date with another guy and loses his shit lol

Pairing: jealous deadpool x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings/Tags: jealousy, possessive, angst, brat, noncon, dubcon

You were trying to figure out the fastest way to get out of this dumpster fire of a date. This is what you get for putting yourself out there, by the fervent advice of both your mother and entire social circle. So you went ahead and downloaded a dating app out of sheer boredom but also a tiny glimmer of hope. After quite a number of left swipes and a small handful of rights, you somehow wound up across the dinner table with… er, you forgot his name already. 

But you knew he worked in finance. Or was it accounting? Anyways, he was currently explaining the intricacies of the stock market to you, and the appetizer hasn’t even come out yet. And you realized that you couldn’t care any less. 

“I.. have to go to the bathroom,” you said, standing up quickly and pushing in your chair. Your date almost didn’t seem to notice, giving you a half-hearted acknowledgement and then continuing to drabble on to himself about cryptocurrency. 

Without another word, you darted to the nearest exit of the restaurant, finding yourself on the freshly rained-on sidewalk. You always loved the smell of the concrete after it had just rained. 

Your heels made a satisfying click-clack sound as you briskly maneuvered your way down the street. You opened up your texts to see if you missed anything during the god-awful date, and lo and behold, was a message from none other than Wade.

“Love the dress,” it read. 

You glanced behind you, then side to side, and once you turned back around, there he was, leaning against the side of the cornerstore. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, barely turning towards him before directing your attention back to your phone and continuing to walk past him. 

“Ohhhh, so it’s ice cold today,” he commented, following right behind you. “I love that flavor.”

“What do you want,” you said while texting a friend about how disastrously the date went. “I am just going home.”

“Well, I was just walking by when I caught a glimpse of you through the window of that Italian restaurant back there,” the assassin replied. “Speaking of which, what was on the menu? I mean that place looked upscale! Like they probably sprinkle gold dust on their pasta instead of parmesan.”

It was an Olive Garden.

“To be blunt, I honestly forgot,” you responded. “I didn’t even eat anything.”

“Well, why did you leave so early?” he pried, this obviously piquing his attention now.

“I-I felt sick,” you lied, your intonation increasing as quickly as your apprehension. “Can we just change the subject, please?”

“Oh ho ho,” Deadpool chuckled, as if he struck gold. “That bad? I mean, I didn’t get a great look at the guy, but from what I saw, he wasn’t terrible-looking. Also, he wore a fleece vest. I mean, that’s just the height of fashion, you really can’t get any better than that.”

“Are you having fun?” you said, rolling your eyes as he continued to mock your absolutely colossal defeat of an evening. 

“Oh, absolutely,” Deadpool laughed. “The other point of contention is why the hell you decided to pull out this absolute banger of a dress for your first date with Mr. Finance Bro there and not ours?”

“That was not a date,” you enunciated, pressing your finger into Wade’s chest. “That was a drunken one night stand that will never happen again and that you even promised to never bring up. It was stupid and nonsensical and I can’t believe it even happened in the first place.”

“Oh come on, Y/N, you’re going to break my heart,” he whined, clasping his hands together like a needy puppy. “I, for one, thought that night was very special. I mean, you even told me that you could see yourself fall-”

Before he could say another word, you grabbed him by the hand and led him into a dark alleyway so that innocent bystanders wouldn’t hear you scream.

“Stop! Bringing that up!” you exclaimed. 

Deadpool was shocked his casual mention of the event elicited such a strong emotion from you. “Okay, okay, jeez.. calm down.”

You sighed, letting him go and turning your back to him. 

But he didn’t let you. Not even for a second. Before you could even react, he grabbed you by the neck and slammed you into the wall. 

You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching up to clasp over his while his grip only tightened over your carotid. 

“Besides, you know that I only followed you here because I wanted to see more of you in this ridiculously skimpy dress..” his voice darkened as he continued to choke you like a helpless animal. “I mean, look at you. That thing practically clings onto you like skin! If you weren’t such a tightass I would have ripped it off of you by now..”

He unsheathed his pocket knife and ran it across your lacy scarlet choker, over the thin straps of your slip dress, and onto your chest. He traced the outline of your cleavage with the dull edge, and then slowly slid it down over your taut stomach. 

You were trying to gulp up air for just one breath, but his hold was unrelenting. 

“I mean a red mini dress, are you fucking kidding me?” he snarled, his blade gently brushing against the garter belt on your right thigh. “Wearing my favorite color? With some other guy? This has got to be orchestrated at this point, Y/N.”

“Wade.. please..” you begged, lips beginning to quiver. Regardless of how much he joked around with you, he scared you when he was angry. 

He finally released you, allowing you to cough and gasp for your first breath. 

“But you know of course I wouldn’t kill you, I mean who do you think I am, a psychopath?” his tone immediately brightened up the moment he saw how much you feared him. “I just like watching you not being able to breathe is all. It’s so cute.”

 After you finally caught your breath, you stared daggers down at the vigilante who stood before you. 

“Listen, Wade,” you said. “I understand you are not exactly pleased with the current state of affairs. But this isn’t entirely up to me. And I’ve told you this a million different times.’

The assassin let out a dramatic, almost cinematic sigh. “Yes, I know, Your mother wants you to date ‘someone sensible with a stable career and not a psycho killer’. Which is perfectly understandable! I get it. I mean, I would probably think the same thing if I lived in the suburbs and made tuna casserole in my spare time.”

“Wade..” you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “You know it’s not that simple.” You walked up to him and gently lifted up his mask to reveal only his lips. 

He didn’t hesitate to grab you by the waist and pull you so close that your body was pressed up against his. 

You stood up on your tiptoes in your heels, stabilizing yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders. You weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, but you knew something within you just wanted to kiss him. But you also didn’t know if this was the right idea. 

The plump part of your lip gently brushed against his. The smell of your watermelon lip gloss was driving him crazy. He started to breathe heavily, and if another second passed where you weren’t kissing him he would say fuck it and just do it himself. 

You felt his hot breath in your mouth, and you felt your arms twist around him like they knew exactly where to rest themselves. Like they have done this before. 

“I’m so stupid for this,” you sighed, as you felt his lips beginning to close over yours. 

He smiled smugly into the kiss, quite pleased with himself over the hard fought victory. Without another moment of hesitation, he grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up without much effort at all. He walked over to the wall, pressing your back softly against it. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist automatically, kissing him like you would die if you stopped. You felt his tongue wrap desperately around yours. He was aggressive, hungry even. He wanted you all to himself, not some fucker in a fleece vest or anyone else for that matter. 

You knew you would regret your decision in the morning. And that no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you would come running back to him. Every single time. 

[miraclewoozi]

[ 22:38 ] - b.sk

pairing : seungkwan x fem reader. content : smut. literal pwp. (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT.) w/c : 1.5k. notes : i’m down horrendous for boo seungkwan and his fucking hands. what else is new? SMUT TAGS UTC.  notes 2.0 : my first timestamp! wow. how fun. (i honestly just needed to get this out of my system, so. sorry about it.) boosadans, u guys are are so starved. pls accept this little token of my love to you.

smut tags : soft!dom seungkwan, sub!reader. swearing (obv). physical restraining (if you squint there’s maybe the tiniest implication of a size kink but not really?), some possessiveness but it’s minimal and mc likes it, unwrapped piv sex (he pulls out but still. be safe out there team), nipple play, clit stimulation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), some orgasm control. LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT ANYTHING.

Both of your wrists fit so perfectly in just one of his hands. 

It’s the best revelation he’s ever made. In the months you’ve been together, there have never really been any true power dynamics at play in the bedroom, both of you always too caught up trying to please instead of dominate. But when you release your hands from where they’ve been tangled in his hair and they fall onto the mattress just above your head, something clicks inside him. Seungkwan finds himself now gently pinning your arms down to your bed sheets as he leans over you, his long fingers spread wide to keep you in place, his hips rocking against you rhythmically. Just hard enough to rile you up. Just a little too slow to have you shaking.

It’s perfect, Seungkwan thinks, because it keeps his other hand free to use however he desires. He can cup your cheek, and murmur ‘my pretty baby’ at you as your eyes roll back into your head. He can toy with your nipples, if he wants, and tell you how perfect your tits look when he thrusts hard enough to make them bounce. He can grip your waist, holding you still as he fucks into you slightly rougher, watching your smooth skin depress under his touch. 

He can even tease his fingers over your clit and make you squeeze your sweet little pussy around his cock. That’s his favourite, he thinks. By the way you react, it might just be yours, too. 

“Harder,” you gasp as he readjusts his hold on your wrists, and he looks down his nose at you with that raised eyebrow, sideways smirk signature he has. You swallow, biting your lip briefly before you say, “fuck— please, Kwannie. Hold them tighter.”

“Oh, princess,” he coos, cock throbbing at how you sound so angelic and beautifully fucked out. More-so as you whine in desperation when his fingers curl more harshly, giving you enough pressure to immobilise your hands entirely. “Is this it? This how you like it?”

“Yes,” you tell him, nodding and tugging against his hold, testing it, but it’s to no avail as he presses you further into the sheets, rolling your clit now between his thumb and forefinger on his other hand. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Not yet,” he interrupts you, shaking his head with a pout that you’re almost inclined to believe is condescending. “You can’t come yet, okay?” 

Well, fuck. You’ve never been too good at holding your orgasms off, and thankfully Seungkwan has very, very rarely asked you to try. He loves the way you feel around him when you unravel, and he’s always so eager to get you off before he does that the moment you tell him you’re close, it’s music to his ears. You’re just so velvety around him. So warm and wet and he sometimes feels bad that he can’t always last that long, but it’s all your fault for being so damn perfect.

You try your best, but you don’t even have anything to grab onto. You can only ball your hands into fists to try and anchor yourself as he snaps and snaps and snaps his hips into you, as he pinches and massages at the bundle of nerves between your thighs. That little smirk makes a comeback on his features, but you don’t notice. Not until —

“Wish you could see yourself right now,” he sighs as he angles his thrusts a little bit deeper and your eyes fly open, your lips parting in a squeak of surprise at how far up in your stomach you feel him. “God, you’re doing so well, baby. Feels like this pussy was made for me.”

It makes your head spin. This is the first time he’s ever said anything like this in bed — he’s usually so… shy, so decorous. But thinking about how every vein in his cock must surely leave imprints on your insides, how the fucking your cunt takes multiple times a week makes you inarguably his? You’ve only ever been turned off by a possessive man, before now, yet this, from your usually so sweet boyfriend? Sends pulse after pulse of pleasure straight to your core. 

You think you need to try and bring this out in him more often. 

Talking back to him is a waste of the effort you’re using to try and hold yourself back from the edge, so you just nod, pinching your lips together as you swallow the words. The issue here, though, is that in your silence, your ears are left to pick up on every single other thing. The lewd sounds of your hole sucking him in over and over. The way your old bed frame squeaks with every single movement. His breathy sighs and moans. The slap of skin on skin when he eventually uses that free hand to hike your left leg up around his waist and he manages to get even closer, still. 

“Please tell me you’re—” you start to say, the fire inside you warmer than it’s ever been without you letting it consume you. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You really need it, huh?” he asks, dipping down to kiss your lips softly, slowing until he almost stops. “You gonna come?”

“Please,” you beg, trying to move beneath him, trying to fuck yourself on his length. You’re so close. You just need a little more. “Please, please, please—”

He lets go of your wrists altogether and immediately, you wrap your arms around him, pressing your fingertips into his back as he settles back into a delicious rhythm. 

“Okay,” is all he says, the word hot as it fans over your parted lips, as his exhale disappears into your mouth. But it’s all he needs to say. Frankly, it’s all he gets the chance to; it happens before you’re ready, before you can communicate it, even though you’ve spent what feels like forever being built up to this. All of your muscles stiffen as it hits you and you’re seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyelids. Your breaths escape you in a series of moans and whines, each inhale more like a gasp. He feels you clenching around him, feels how you try to pull his whole weight down against your stomach, feels how much wetter your cunt gets and how your leg tightens around his waist to try and keep him buried inside you. 

It almost tips him over the edge, too, and even though he stills, he finds himself having to go back naming all of his highschool teachers in his head just to try and keep a shred of composure while your walls do their best to milk him dry. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long for your arms to go slack around him, and (though reluctantly) he hurries to pull out of you. Seungkwan takes his cock into his hand instead and he fucks into his fist at the same pace as before – and no, it’s not as plush or warm or tight as you, but it doesn’t need to be. You take him to the point of no return every time — this just needs to be enough, and wow, it is. In seconds, his balls tighten and his forehead scrunches and he grunts as he releases in spurts all over your stomach.

He comes, and he comes, and it feels a bit like he’s never going to stop coming. But whenever it does end, when his agonisingly sensitive length starts to soften, and squeezing out every last drop onto your waiting body is almost an impossible task, he feels exhausted. He made such a mess. It’s everywhere. All on his hand, on the sheets, on you; you’re lying there looking so fucking pretty, breathing like you’ve just finished a race, and your belly is pearlescent with his cum, and all he wants to do is go to sleep. 

But you half-sit up and reach out to him, taking hold of his wrist, now. He lets you (he’d let you do anything in these afterglow moments, and he knows that you know it too), softening the muscles in his arm to straighten at the elbow, and he watches you. Watches you drag your tongue over the skin between his thumb and his pointer finger. Watches as you lap up and swallow back the cum he was about to get up to wipe up with a tissue. Watches as you clean up every trace he left of his orgasm on his own hand, before you flop back onto the pillows, giggling and licking over your kiss-swollen lips. 

He almost feels like he could get hard again at the sight of it. But — much to his own dismay — Seungkwan’s refractory period has never been quick. Even if he did pop another hard-on right now, he knows he’d be way too sensitive to do anything with it. 

“You can’t do that to me,” he pouts, leaning over you to the bedside cabinet to grab a few tissues to start cleaning you up. “Not without a warning.”

"A warning wouldn't help and you know it," you tease him. He gives a 'hmmph', pulling a few free from the box and rolling his eyes as you squirm, ticklish when he starts to wipe his release from you. “You’d whine about it anyway.”

“I don’t whine,” he-… well. “Come on. Get up — bathroom, baby.”

You think that this is supposed to be distracting, to stop you being able to call him out for his immediate contradiction. On the other hand, maybe this is just his way of looking after you — it could be both, even. But you reach both arms up, first, silently asking him to come down to you one more time. He does, rolling his eyes and meeting you in another kiss, the tissues still scrunched up in his palm.

“Two minutes?” You ask, locking him into a cuddle he could probably escape from, if his strength ever happened to overpower the love he has for you. Yet, he rolls onto his back and tosses the tissues with alarming accuracy into the bin next to your dresser, pulling you into his chest.

“One and a half,” he agrees, nodding up at the ceiling.

He can never say no to you. Not especially when you hum into his collarbone and drag your fingers down his arm to take hold of his (clean) hand.

thank u sm for reading!! as always, likes, reblogs & feedback are all greatly appreciated.<3

[jishyucks]

When the Stars Align — njm

‣ pairing: guard!Jaemin x princess!reader

‣ genre: fluff, royal!au, friends-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: ❝The stars may seem unreachable, but they have a way of surprising us sometimes❞; In which Jaemin believes that his wish on the stars is absurd 

‣ warnings?: nothing basically, long paragraphs near the end

‣ an: the two songs goodbye. I wasn’t going to add songs but I’ll just keep them there,, anywaysss I wrote this really quick bc I wanted to post something so it might not be my best,, but I honestly still think it’s cute (●'◡'●) also pls ignore the whack title pic for this I might change it later,,, pls enjoy!

‣ tags: @mosviqu @flowerjun

[Songs] A Starry Night in Apollo Bay — RINI | I See the Light — Tangled

Every night that Jaemin was on duty, he always made a single wish upon both the stars that continued to twinkle and those that had long faded away.

His wish wasn’t special, nor was it ordinary—he simply wished for there to be a shift in the stars, one that only he could recognize. 

It started out as a joke he made to himself, a way to alleviate the monotony of gazing at the same sky night after night. Sure, the sky was undeniably beautiful, but when he initially made the wish, he was hoping he’d see something different, like a planet with more prominence, maybe a shooting star, or perhaps even a supermoon. 

However, everything changed when he met you by chance one evening. His wish took on a different significance—that maybe the stars would align themselves in such a way that your feelings would mirror his own.

If that was even possible, Jaemin scoffed at his own thought. He was nothing but a guard. A junior guard at that. Why would someone like you, the princess, consider him in that way when you had your pick of suitors at your beck and call?

The corners of Jaemin’s mouth turn downward at the thought. It wasn’t the hardest thought to swallow, but it still hurt nonetheless. These were his own emotions, ones that he shouldn’t have even developed in the first place. Yet here he was, wallowing in the fact that you might only see him as a friend.

As he let his head fall back, Jaemin gazed up at the night sky he had practically befriended. The constellations were like old friends, ones he knew almost as well as he knew himself.

It was peaceful outside of the castle. In fact, it was so peaceful that he almost forgot that there were people inside of the building celebrating the Queen’s birthday. If he listened carefully, he could hear the music being played. But other than that, it truly doesn’t seem like a party was happening at all.  

With his eyes closed, Jaemin readied himself to make the same wish he had been making for the past year, clearing his mind until only the wish and thoughts of you occupied it.

I wish that—

“Are you sleeping standing up?”

Jaemin’s wish is interrupted by the sound of your voice. He turns to find you, standing in the dress you personally chose for the occasion. He remembers you going on about it a few weeks ago, stuck choosing between dark and pastels. 

The word beautiful was the first thing that entered Jaemin’s mind. You looked beautiful. So beautiful that you made Jaemin’s breath hitch at the back of his throat. But he quickly rids that thought. 

“Y/N,” he counters, “What are you doing out here?”

Jaemin hopes you don’t hear the way his heart is pounding against his rib cage. And if you do, he hopes you mistake it for the music playing inside. 

“I wanted to get some air,” you shrug nonchalantly, “And I wanted to see you.” You find a nice clean spot on the steps leading down and onto the long driveway before sitting down. You turn to Jaemin expectantly, but when he doesn’t quite get your signal, you gesture for him to join you, “Come sit.”

“I can’t,” Jaemin frowns, “I’m on duty.” 

You mirror his expression, but you add furrowed brows, “This is an order.” 

Jaemin huffs. Despite it being his job to serve your family, he hates it when you use your position to coax him into situations like this. He hesitantly makes his way over to you. Sitting down just a few inches away from you. He's unsure of how to position himself, his body sitting up stiff and straight beside yours.

Turning to look at Jaemin and seeing the way he’s quite literally sitting like he has a stick shoved up his ass, you can’t help but laugh. Shuffling over, you elbow him on the side, “Hey, relax a little bit.”

He lets out another deep sigh, but he nods and allows himself to drop his shoulders. Jaemin honestly had no idea why he was being so self-conscious right now. He wasn’t usually like this. But maybe it was because you basically caught him making a wish that was about you. 

Jaemin tries to shake the nerves out of his system. “It’s the Queen’s birthday, you should be inside.” 

Your face contorts into an unreadable expression. You shake your head and groan, “As much as I love my mom, I hate being surrounded by all those people.” 

“Those people?” Jaemin prompts.

“The wealthy, the royals, the people who hold titles they don’t deserve,” you list under your breath. Jaemin hums, “Aren’t you royalty?” 

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, but I’m not insane like a majority of them, and you of all people should know that.” You straighten your legs so that they’re stretched out in front of you. Jaemin does the same.

“Fair point.” Jaemin completely understands. From the conversations he’s overheard, the Queen strongly dislikes half the people she even invited, but had no choice due to their title, “But you really would rather be out here than in there?” 

Jaemin knows damn well that you’re an extrovert and somebody who actually likes big celebrations like the one happening today. 

You nod, “You’re out here so… yes.”

Jaemin tries to pay no mind to what you just said because he knows there’s absolutely no way that there’s any other meaning to it. Obviously you’d be bored without him… you two were each other’s best friend. Jaemin can only imagine having to attend a big party without a friend. 

“What?” A stupid response, but Jaemin genuinely did not know how to respond to that. He looks over at you in anticipation of a response. He can see your eyes moving back and forth, trying to dig out a reply that would make sense. 

“I would… honestly want to be wherever you are, Jaemin-ie.” You reach over to poke his shoulder, “I can really be myself with you.” You try to make it sound not as serious as it actually was. This was basically a platonic confession, something that you’ve never told him before. 

Jaemin’s still in denial that you actually prefer being with him. He doesn’t see himself as anything special, so why do you seem to genuinely like his company? 

“But… you belong inside with all those people,” Jaemin starts, “Not because you’re similar to them, because like you said a lot of them are snobs… but… you’re a princess, Y/N. You’re next in line to rule this place! And… ” 

You know where he’s trying to get at despite his lack of words. “Who’s to say where I belong besides me… I like it out here!” you declare confidently. Then you pause and tap your heels against the pavement beneath your feet, “What if I belong out here, and with you?” 

The question hangs in the air and Jaemin can’t quite piece together what you’re implying. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions, “Y-you’re just saying nonsense at this point… Are you drunk?” Jaemin leans over to look you in the eye as if this would confirm his suspicions. 

You laugh, pushing him away, and confess, “I’m a little tipsy. But! But I’m sober enough to know what I’m saying.” 

Jaemin narrows his eyes. “Yeah, sure you are.”

And your eyes do the opposite, widening until your eyeballs are bulging out of their sockets, “I am!” You gently hit his shoulder, “I’m sober! I barely drank. Did I seem drunk when I came out?”

Pressing his lips into a taut line, Jaemin thinks of a way to prove that what you were saying was because you were intoxicated. He can’t process your last question—and with you?—what was that supposed to mean? 

“Walk in a straight line for me right now.” 

Knowing that Jaemin’s not going to stop until you prove that you’re sober, you groan and stand up, making your way to the edge of a stair. You prepare yourself, lining your feet one in front of the other and hiking up the skirt of your dress to make them visible to Jaemin. With ease, you walk in the straightest line you’ve ever walked, “See? I’m sober.”

Jaemin has no other choice but to believe you, “But what about—”

“Are you not listening to me?” you huff, cutting Jaemin off before he can complete his sentence. You can already anticipate what he's about to say. “I can’t stand any of them!” You make your way back to Jaemin and settle down in your previous spot. He observes your actions, waiting for you to provide more context before he can respond. 

“You know… that feeling when you’ve been underwater for too long? The pressure building up in your head?” 

Jaemin nods, “Yes.”

“Well…” you continue, “Being with you is like… finally being able to float back up to the surface to breathe.” Then you add, “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to survive without you, Jaemin.” 

Jaemin’s heart is knocking against his ribcage. Are you saying…

“Would it be ridiculous if I said I have feelings for you?” 

Jaemin’s afraid to turn and look at you. He can feel your heavy gaze resting comfortably on his cheekbone. Your eyes trace his side profile, and he can sense the tension building in the silence as you wait for his response to your impulsive confession. Your palms grow sweaty while you wait for his answer to your impulsive confession. 

“Me?” Another stupid response. 

“You.”

Jaemin shakes his head, clearly in disbelief. “But—”

"Jaemin," you stop him, frustration creeping into your tone, "Are you going to keep questioning my feelings instead of giving me a real reply?" Your impatience is evident, and you're looking for a genuine response from him.

Jaemin picks at his cuticles and lets himself word his reply properly. You give him time, but the more time Jaemin spends on formulating an answer, the greater your anxiety grows. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Jaemin. What if your impulsiveness did just that?

After what felt like forever, Jaemin finally speaks up, “On nights like these, I talk to the moon about you to pass time…” Jaemin keeps his eyes trained at his feet, his voice filled with vulnerability. “And to the stars… I’ve been… wishing on every single one of them… that maybe you’d like me back simply because it seemed so impossible.” He swallows hard before finally turning to look at you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Do you know why I thought that?"

You shake your head.

"Y/N, you can have anyone, and I'm not even exaggerating!" He exclaims, "The number of suitors I've seen prance into the castle, all hoping to win your hand in marriage or even just one date down in the city? It's countless… And imagine my thoughts when you rejected all of them. I believed I had no chance with you because you rejected all these men that seemed to suit you perfectly…”

His words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his emotions. Jaemin continues, “When I started developing these feelings for you, I told myself to never get my hopes up because I’m just one junior guard and you’re a princess…” Jaemin sucks air through pursed lips and lets his head fall forward. 

“That’s why I keep questioning your feelings, Y/N,” He concludes, “I know I shouldn’t even be doing so because you’re your own person, but it’s so hard for me to believe this is real. That your feelings are real…” With one final look at you, Jaemin finally gives you his response, “So to answer your question—yes, it’s ridiculous, but it’s ridiculous to me and not in the way you think it is.”

You nod, his answer bittersweet, “It’s like the stars you’ve been wishing on.” 

Jaemin’s ears perk up, “Hmm?”

“They may seem unreachable, but they have a way of surprising us sometimes,” you snort. You let your head fall back to gaze up at the stars, the brighter ones catching your attention. "Jaemin," you continue, your voice filled with sincerity, "I really do like you. I want you to know that."

Jaemin's heart races at your words, his entire body warming with reassurance and anticipation. Acting on impulse, he gently reaches over to hold your hand. It’s not the first time he’s held your hand, but this time feels different. “I… really like you too, princess.” Your hand tightens around his, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, letting the night air engulf the both of you. 

As Jaemin tilts his chin up for the second time tonight, his eyes finally catch a proper sight of the constellations he’s wished upon for who knows how long. He can name a few—the Dippers, and if he looks off to the side he can see Orion and Taurus. 

All of it feels achingly familiar to Jaemin... yet tonight, there was something about the sky that set it apart from the others. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, nor if a change truly had occurred—he can just feel it. 

But with your hand nestled in his, and your synchronizing heartbeats, Jaemin honestly couldn’t care less what the change was. 

Because, somehow, it feels as if the heavens have shifted.

As if the stars have granted his wishes.

That you reciprocated his feelings.

And, at this moment, that's all that truly mattered to him.

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{8} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 8,715

Warnings: Anxiety and PTSD, minor mental illness. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Okay, so I totally forgot to write an authors note before posting lmfaoo. Anyways, this chapter is a bit meh in my opinoin, but it really sets up the next one in my opinion. But finally!! Reina!!!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

“What do you mean, ‘he’s not awake’?” Your eyes are wide, heart thundering inside of your chest as panic seizes you.

It’s been over twenty-four hours since you’ve gotten back to the house from the dragon’s nest. In that time, you’ve nearly slept for the entire day, only waking up for brief portions to either eat something, or use the bathroom. Honestly, you feel like you could probably use a few more hours still, but your worry for Jongho takes precedence over everything.

Currently, you find yourself sitting at the kitchen counter, the several other males standing around you precariously.

“It’ll be okay, Dearest,” Yeosang reassures you. “It’s probably just the after effects of the spell.”

“Really, he’s just sleeping it off.” Wooyoung shrugs, almost nonchalantly, but you can still see the tension in his shoulders. 

There’s concern in his eyes that he cannot hide. In all of their eyes. Concern that they cannot hide from you.

“What aren’t you telling me.” It’s not so much a question, but a demand.

“Baby…” San’s expression falls.

“I know you guys don’t sleep. At least, not like I do.” Your voice is calm as you do whatever you can to remain level headed at the moment. “You said it yourselves, he should have been up by now.”

A grimace lingers on all of their features.

Hongjoong sighs, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at his feet. “We think the spell he got hit with is more intricate than we first believed. We can’t even reach out to him in his own mind.”

“So, it’s the spell that’s put him in a comatose state?” You blink, taking a deep breath inwards as your fingers dig into the skin of your thighs.

“We’ve already tried every countermeasure that we can against all of the spells known to cause these effects.” Seonghwa’s gaze falls, as if ashamed to be telling you how they’ve failed both you, and their brother like this. “It seems our magic has no affect on it at all.”

“We’ve been browsing the library all night,” Yunho runs a hand through his hair, his eyes bloodshot and bottom lip nearly raw from worry.

Mingi fares no better. His hair still sticks up in odd angles, and he cannot prevent the way his jaw twitches every few minutes. You don’t even need to get your next question out to know that they still haven’t found anything.

Your head shifts, staring down at the counter before you. Blinking blankly, you attempt to wrap your mind around this turn of events. You thought Jongho would have been fine by now, but clearly there’s more going on than meets the eye.

Heaving a great sigh, you stand to your feet.

Immediately, all of their attention darts to you, both San and Wooyoung even going so far as to reach out in your direction. However, it’s Yeosang that reaches you first, grabbing your wrist gently in his one hand.

“Dearest,” there’s nothing but concern on his features as his brow furrows, a hint of fear shining through in his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” you offer him a small smile, “I’m not going to disappear on you again.” The conversation you had leading up to this moment was rough, but you managed to get through it. Together. “I just want to see him.”

Your words seem to assure them enough, for Yeosang is releasing his grip on your wrist in the next second. Still, that does not prevent them all from following behind you, and entering the youngest’s room with you.

Again, you sit yourself on the edge of the bed, the early morning light of the sun streaming through the open windows. Gently, a breeze drifts through, and the cool touch of wind offers you some semblance of assurance that things will all turn out okay. Eventually.

Lifting a hand up, you caress the side of Jongho’s face, his features reflecting nothing but a peaceful serenity.

At least you know that he’s no longer in any pain.

Steadily, his chest rises and falls with every breath, your thumb stroking languidly against his cheek as you look him over. There’s a sadness in your eyes that you do not try and hide, the guilt still tugging freshly at the wound in your heart. Despite their constant reassurance, you still blame yourself. You honestly don’t think you’ll be able to breathe again properly until you see his warm, brown eyes staring back at you once more.

“I need you all to be honest with me right now.” You keep your gaze fixed on Jongho’s sleeping features for the moment as you take a deep breath. “Is there a possibility that he can die?”

A brief silence greets you, and you have your answer before any one of them speaks.

“Yes.” Yunho breathes, his shoulders deflating at the reality settling over all of you. “If we can’t figure out the spell that was used, or how to counteract it, there’s a possibility that it could claim his life.”

“Or worse.” Mingi’s voice is barely above a whisper, yet you still manage to hear him.

Your blood runs cold. “Worse?”

Wooyoung swallows his suddenly dry throat. “He could remain in this state forever. Neither living, nor dead.”

You close your eyes, fingers pressing a little firmer into Jongho’s cheek as you attempt to ground yourself.

“Well, the spell was meant for me.” You reply, exhaling shakily. “What better way than to torture you than always keeping me just out of reach?”

Their silence speaks volumes.

Slowly, you begin to retract your touch from his face, grasping his hand in your own instead.

“At his base level, is Dimitri considered a caster?” Your eyes search Jongho’s features for any slight shift you can find.

“He is.” Hongjoong confirms lowly.

Your mind begins churning, thoughts flitting every which way as you attempt to wrap your head around things. Briefly, you recall that conversation with the two younger harpy sisters and Sudaem.

“Are there levels of magic different than your own?”

A grimace before Mingi is replying, “there are.”

You hum in understanding.

“What are you thinking?” There’s a minor curious gleam in Seonghwa’s eyes as he looks at you.

You turn to face them, determination beginning to bloom on your features. “We need to talk to Sudaem.”

“The gorgon?” San’s brow furrows.

“The leader of the gorgons.” Yeosang hums, understanding passing over his features.

“Are we sure we should be informing a gorgon of all people that Jongho has been incapacitated?” Wooyoung looks between his brothers, a grimace on his face.

“I don’t think we’ll have any issues concerning that.” The corner of Yunho’s lips quirk upwards as he shifts his gaze back to you.

“I know I probably know less about this stuff than all of you as it stands,” you begin, taking a deep breath in, “but will you let me handle it? You guys can be a little intimidating when you want something.”

“A little?” Mingi grins knowingly, and it warms all of their hearts to see you quirk one in response.

“Should we call for Stella, then?” Hongjoong smiles faintly at you, noting the way you nod your head lightly in his direction.

Seonghwa clicks his tongue twice quickly in succession.

A blink, and Stella appears circling over your heads. She lets out a concerned caw, immediately landing on your shoulder and nuzzling her beak against you.

You giggle, her feathers tickling your neck. “I’m alright, Stella.”

She begins poking the tip of her beak affectionately against your cheek, and you realize that she’s placing little kisses onto your skin. The fact that she coos each time she does so has you smiling, much to the irritation of the others. Yes, they love seeing you happy, but not when it’s from a bird who is clearly rubbing in the fact that she can flirt with you so openly during a time like this while directly in front of all of them.

“Stella.” Seonghwa warns, his lips tugging downwards at the corners.

A few sassy clicks, and an annoyed twitch of the eldest’s brow lets you know the type of reply she gave him.

“Okay, Stell, enough teasing the men.” You bring your hand up so she can hop onto it. “I’ve got an important task for you now.”

Instantly, the raven straightens, puffing out her chest as she stands at attention. She meets your gaze, nodding for you to continue.

“I need you to contact Sudaem,” you begin, laying out your instructions very clearly.

The whole time you speak, Stella remains silent. She nods her head in understanding at every detail you give her, noticing how the males around you barely even move, letting you take charge once again. The amount of trust alone they continue to show you warms your heart, even more so this time around.

The second she disappears from your hand, you’re standing back to your feet.

Wooyoung’s brow furrows. “Where are you going?”

“To change.” You reply simply. “I don’t think appearing before the leader of the gorgons in my pyjamas is going to make me look very intimidating.”

“You’re plenty intimidating in your pyjamas, Baby.” San nods assuringly, recalling the image of you appearing in the kitchen with a baseball bat held in your hands.

A snort of laughter escapes you as you head towards the door. “Only you would know, Pretty Boy.”

You manage to pat his shoulder lightly as you walk passed, a knowing grin tugging at your lips. Though, what you fail to see is how San freezes, a dopey grin spreading across his features as your words wash over him.

You called him Pretty Boy.

He giggles, his fingers twitching excitedly at his sides. 

He only wishes the circumstances were better.

Ten minutes later, and after freshening up slightly, you make your way back towards the foyer. You see all of them already waiting for you, Stella perched on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“Did she agree?” You address your question towards the raven who caws eagerly in response, wings flaring and managing to hit Hongjoong square in the nose. You snort out a laugh. “So, how long have you been waiting to do that, Stell?”

The raven hops off of Hongjoong’s shoulder, the male glaring at the bird in irritation as he spits out a feather rather unceremoniously. She pays him no mind as she glides over to you, landing gracefully on your own shoulder and cooing affectionately.

“At least she didn’t poop on you this time.” Yeosang deadpans.

“This time?” Your hand comes up to muffle your laughter. “Stella!”

An innocent caw greets your ears, feeling her shift from foot to foot on your shoulder.

“To be fair, she was just a newborn at the time.” Yunho chuckles.

“Who hasn’t she pooped on at some point.” Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head.

Another soft snort of laughter escapes you as you turn to look at the bird perched on your shoulder. Casually, she avoids your gaze, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she’s embarrassed.

“We’re getting off topic.” Hongjoong frowns, arms crossed in front of his chest.

A blink, and you’re composing yourself, though none of them miss how your entire demeanour drops instantly. It almost makes Hongjoong regret bringing up why Stella is here in the first place.

“Sudaem is waiting for her summons from you.” Mingi tells you.

“She’s agreed to meet with us, then.” You nod your understanding.

“What, exactly, is it that you are planning, My Love?” Hongjoong meets your gaze, a curious gleam shining in his eyes.

“Simply getting an expert’s opinion on some things.” You reply before turning to Stella. “Bring her in.”

In the blink of an eye, both her and Yeosang have disappeared. A moment later, they’ve reappeared before you with Sudaem in tow. You can see the way her snakes shift nervously over her shoulders, her steel grey gaze darting every which way around the front foyer.

“Sudaem.” Seonghwa inclines his head in greeting.

“Hello.” She bows back, her whole body trembling as her hands begin to wring themselves nervously in front of her body.

You step forward, a gentle smile on your face. “Thank you for agreeing to come on such short notice.”

“Of course!” Her head perks up, snakes hissing lightly in response. “You said you needed my help, and as your friend, here I am!”

A sense of relief washes over you at her words, and you find yourself taking her hands in your own. Gently, you give them a firm squeeze, meeting her gaze.

“What seems to be the problem that you summoned me into your home?” She tilts her head somewhat curiously, gaze fixated on you. Almost as if looking around at the several other males surrounding you is too much for her at the moment.

“You are familiar with the two most powerful clans of casters, correct?” You inquire.

Immediately, she nods. “I am. The Ciervo, and Sintra.”

“Then, you are familiar with their spells?” You continue, and understanding washes over the rest of the males in that room with you.

“For my part, I know practically all of them.” She blinks at you, a mild confusion lining her words.

You nod once. “Follow me.”

Without waiting for a response, you turn on your heels. Her one hand is still held in your own as you guide her down the hallway and into Jongho’s room, leading her over to the comatose male on the bed.

“The only details you need to know are that he was hit by a spell about thirty hours ago or so, and he hasn’t regained consciousness since.” You state, releasing your hold on her hand to sit beside Jongho’s resting form. “I was hoping you might be able to help identify the spell he’s been hit with, and offer a solution for it.”

Sudaem searches your features, noting the worried tug of your brow as your one hand moves to hold onto the male’s beside you. She can feel the weight of the other seven King’s stares on her back as she stands before you, and she cannot help but shift from foot to foot.

“I understand you are under no moral obligation to help him,” you are quick to continue as you take her silence for hesitance, “But, please, Sudaem,” you swallow thickly, your eyes shining with unshed tears, “Please, help him.”

A firm nod is all you receive from the gorgon as she steps closer. “I’m not much of a healer, but I need to check his vitals.”

A soft ‘okay’ is all she hears from you as you shift slightly to allow her to get closer. Only, your hand on her shoulder stops her before she can so much as touch him.

“We do not know each other all that well, but I do consider you my friend, Sudaem.” There’s a hint of a warning in your tone as you meet her gaze, your fingers sinking a little firmer into the skin of her shoulder. “I appreciate you doing this.”

Gently, she places her own hand on top of your own. Understanding passes between the both of you as she nods once firmly, the corners of her lips twitching upwards in a thin smile.

She’s heard your message loud and clear. If she so much as tries anything to deceive you, and hurt him further, you will not hesitate to do to her what you did to that harpy the other day. Perhaps even worse. Besides, the several males standing around the room might also have something to say about it this time, too.

“I will need to know a few more details about his condition.” She begins her assessment of his being, starting with checking his pulse.

You watch her carefully, motioning for her to ask what she has to.

“When the spell hit, did he suddenly lose consciousness?” She directs her questions at you, her snakes shifting to rest against her back and out of the way for now.

“No, he had about ten minutes before he went under.” You reply, somewhat shakily.

“Was it a delayed hit?” She glances upwards as she leans over him in order to meet your gaze. At your confused look, she’s quick to continue. “Did the spell take time to take effect?”

“No, it was instant.” You avert your gaze to the floor, thumbs beginning to rub over one another as the vivid memories appear in your mind once more. “It appeared only a physical spell at first.”

“He bled.” Not a question, but a statement.

You still nod solemnly in confirmation, feeling a reassuring hand place itself onto your shoulder. Turning your head, you see Hongjoong standing there, Seonghwa right beside him.

“This might be an odd question, but do you remember the shape of his injury?” Sudaem stands back to her full height. “Sometimes the cuts can resemble a symbol related to the type of spell used.”

Briefly, your eyes glance over to both Wooyoung and Yeosang. You watch as the younger of the two steps forward, a small notebook appearing in his hands along with a pen. A quick flick of his wrist and the shape of Jongho’s wounds are drawn onto the paper, which gets torn out and handed to the gorgon in the next second.

A furrow immediately pulls at her brow. “I see.”

Your heart skips a beat in worry, eyes practically begging for her to tell you something. Anything.

“Can you tell me anything else about what happened afterwards?” She turns towards you, a sort of softness taking over her features as she sees the anxiety ridden state you’re in.

“What would you like to know?” Your voice is small, somewhat unsure of yourself.

A sight and sound of which Sudaem never thought you would be capable of. You seemed so confident at the meeting with The Three Sisters. You must really be worried.

“Anything and everything you can tell me that happened from the point of the spell hitting him, onwards.” She replies honestly.

You hesitate. Not even the seven males surrounding you are privy to all of the details of what happened after Jongho had been hit with the spell.

Comfortingly, they all brush against your mind, letting you know that they’re all right here for you if you need them. With that simple notion of support, you understand that you are not alone, and that everything will be okay.

Taking a deep breath, you begin your recollection of the events that took place immediately following Jongho jumping in front of that spell for you. The whole time you speak, you keep your gaze locked on the floor in front of you, not daring to look around the room. The memories threaten to consume you, that overwhelming sense of guilt creeping up your throat and nearly choking you out by the time you get to his final admission before he passed out. However, you neglect to tell her exactly what he said.

“He managed to speak after ten minutes of fighting against the hold of the spell?” She blinks, somewhat amazed. “That’s impressive.”

This catches your attention, your head whipping up to look her way. “What do you mean?”

“If my theory is correct, he was hit by the ‘Veil of the Hypnos’ spell.” Sudaem says, addressing all of you.

A collective sharp intake of breath from the males around you has you looking around at all of them in worry. “What? What does that mean?”

“I didn’t think it were possible.” Mingi frowns, beginning to pace restlessly back and forth at the side of the room.

“Only a powerful caster could perform such a spell.” Sudaem continues. “He should have fell under the effects immediately, but he didn’t.”

“The 'Veil of the Hypnos’ is a dangerous spell. If it doesn’t kill the person on contact, they become lost in the veil between worlds, mind left in an eternal sleep.” Yunho explains, turning to look at you with clear worry in his eyes. “If the victim wanders too far, they can never return to their own body.”

You swear your heart stops. Pure, unaltered fear begins shining behind your eyes as you frantically look around at all of them.

“Dimitri will pay for this.” Wooyoung seethes, hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Dimitri was the one who cast such a spell?” Sudaem spares a glance around the room.

“It was meant for me.” You reply lowly, and you swear you hear her breath hitch.

“You will need an equally powerful caster with the same stores of magic held within them to pull him out of such a state. One that hails from the big two at the very least.” She says, voice firm.

The several males grimace from around the room.

“Their aid will not come freely.” Seonghwa states, somewhat pointedly. “At least not the ones we know.”

“But Dimitri’s not from the big two.” Your brow furrows in confusion. “Right?”

“He’s not directly from them, no.” she meets your gaze. “However, he has lineage, and he is the most powerful outside of them. You will need someone on par with him magic wise. Someone with the ability to summon the Eight Kings.”

Your brow quirks.

“There are a few things that work in our favour already.” She goes on to say. “One: that he took so long to succumb to the spell’s effects means he’s still fighting against it. Two: you inferred that you were the one that transported the both of you home despite you still being human. That means his blood is still running through your veins, correct?”

Your mouth parts only briefly, considering her words. You clear your throat. “It is.”

“Am I wrong to assume your blood also runs through his veins currently?” She inquires.

“Your assumption would also be correct.” You answer immediately.

“Then, he’s also tethered to you right now, even unknowingly.” She nods, somewhat to herself. “We’ll need to gather a few things first, and I’ll have to return to my home to grab the spell books we’ll need. You need to get that caster here as soon as possible, though. Every second you waste is a second he could stray further from his own body and mind.”

Immediately, you spring to your feet, moving to exit the room. You know what you have to do.

“Where are you going?” There’s a hint of worry in San’s gaze as he watches you dart across the space between Jongho’s bed and the door.

“I have to make a phone call.” You reply, not even bothering to stop as you reach the hallway. “It seems a catch up with my best friend is long overdue.”

“Angel, are you sure now is the time-“

“Reina is a Ciervo witch.” Yeosang cuts Wooyoung off.

A stunned silence passes throughout the room.

“But is she practicing?” San’s brow furrows as he watches you disappear from sight.

“It doesn’t matter. She had enough power to summon us, even unknowingly.” Hongjoong says, all of them quick to exit the room after Sudaem. “Besides, she won’t be alone.”

“You will only be able to help this caster so much.” Sudaem interjects, halting in the front foyer with Stella on her shoulder. “You may be able to lend her a portion of your strength if need be, but his will be a task meant for her and Your Queen.”

A brief pause where they think over her words.

“Because their blood runs through each other’s veins.” Yeosang observes.

“Correct.” Sudaem inclines her head. “That small fact may end up being the deciding factor on whether or not this countermeasure works or not.”

“What do you mean?” Mingi steps forward, frown tugging at his brow.

“How often have you heard of someone reversing the effects of the ‘Veil of the Hypnos’ spell?” Sudaem fidgets, somewhat warily. 

Their expressions drop.

“It’s no easy task, and there’s a possibility that it might not work.” She admits, her snakes shifting restlessly over her head. “Especially if this caster has never performed such a spell before.”

“It will work.” Your firm voice cutting in from the side draws all of their attention to you for the moment.

Sudaem blinks at you in mild shock at how determined you sound. “How can you be so sure?”

“It will work because we say it must.” You reply, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “We take care of each other, because that is what we are meant to do. There’s no room for failure. Not this time.”

“Petal,” Yunho’s worried voice reaches your ears.

“I know for a fact that if that was me, you’d all be saying the exact same thing.” You watch as they all straighten at your words. “You would never stop until I was safe. Is it that astounding that I would want to ensure the same for any of you?”

The way they remain quiet is answer enough.

“We all know what we have to do.” Your firm nod confirms it as you step beside Yeosang for the moment. You turn to face Sudaem. “I will be as quick as I can, but knowing everything I’ll have to explain, I’ll be an hour at the very least.”

“Are you sure she’ll help you?” Sudaem shifts slightly from foot to foot, Stella releasing a worried coo from her shoulder.

Softly, your head begins to nod. “She will.”

“Then, I will need some assistance gathering the supplies.” Sudaem’s grey gaze darts around the room.

Both Mingi and Yunho share a look.

“We’ll help you.” Yunho steps forward, Mingi right behind him.

“Once we’ve gathered the supplies, I’ll set everything up and await for your return.” Sudaem turns back to face you.

“Alright,” a simple nod of understanding accompanies your words. You meet her gaze. “See you soon.”

In the blink of an eye, her, Stella, Mingi, and Yunho all disappear from sight.

Without wasting another moment, you turn to the remaining males.

“One of you needs to drop me off at Reina’s.” You say. “And it has to be Yeosang.”

Their brows all quirk at this.

“I need to test a theory I have.” You tell them. “See if she remembers him from the incident at the mall.”

Understanding flashes across their features, but you can still see the grimaces San, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa send your way.

“If she knows nothing of her heritage, then it may take some convincing on my part. I might need some help from all of you for that.” You step in closer to Yeosang’s side as he places a hand onto your lower back. “Maybe don’t attempt to rearrange the furniture in her apartment this time.”

The last thing they see is a slight upturn to the corner of your lips before you’re disappearing from sight.

The sight of Reina’s familiar red front door has you smiling slightly. You haven’t been to her apartment in months, but you cannot help the memories that invade your senses as you see the small scratch in the paint. It had been put there by accident by her when lugging in that old recliner with you last year. That’s not to mention all the other dings and dents put into her walls from the two of you over the years moving things around that you probably shouldn’t have.

You smile softly to yourself.

Gently, you take Yeosang’s hand in your own, intertwining your fingers as you subtly glance around the hallway. At least no one is around to have seen you both suddenly appear.

Taking a deep breath in, you knock.

Some shuffling is heard on the opposite side of the door before loud footsteps draw closer. A click of the lock later, and the door is swinging open to reveal your best friend. Her dark brown hair is tossed into a messy bun, an oversized hoodie wrapping around her frame.

“Geez, when you said you were close by with your one significant other, I didn’t think you’d be this close. What were you doing, waiting in the lobby?” She teases, grin tugging at her features. She swings the door wider, finally taking note of who you stand beside. Her gaze darts back to you almost immediately. “You should come inside.”

“Oh, he only came to drop me off.” You say, squeezing his hand lightly in your own.

“Just wanted to make sure she got here safe.” He smiles, squeezing back.

Reina stares intently at Yeosang, narrowing her eyes. “Have we met before? You seem really familiar.”

Something sparks within your gaze, a small sense of relief flooding your veins. 

Good. You can work with this.

“When we ran into each other briefly at the mall that one day,” you watch her carefully. “Remember?”

Her frown deepens, sparing a brief side glance at you. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Anyways,” you turn to Yeosang, placing a gentle kiss onto his cheek. “I’ll call for you when I’m ready to be picked up.”

"Alright, Dearest,“ a knowing look is shared between the both of you as he smiles. “You two have fun, then.”

With a final, reassuring squeeze to your hand, Yeosang is releasing his hold on you. A gentle smile rests on his features as he makes a show of walking all the way down the hallway and towards the elevators before disappearing once he rounds the corner.

You turn back to Reina. “Boy, do I ever-“

Your words die in your throat as she tugs you inside, somewhat frantically. Immediately, the door to her apartment is slammed shut, the locks clicking into place before she’s turning to face you with a wide-eyed look.

“Do you know who that was?” Her gaze is wild as she presses herself against her front door, as if blocking the only path Yeosang could take to reach you in this moment.

“Uh, yeah,” you shoot her a sceptical look, “Yeosang. One of my significant others.”

“No, that’s not-“ she sighs. “Do you know what he is?”

“Reina, you’re not making much sense right now.” You cross your arms over your chest. A hint of amusement dances on your features as you watch your best friend shift her gaze everywhere around her apartment but at you for the moment.

Heaving a sigh, she pushes herself off of the front door. She begins to make her way towards the living room, grabbing your wrist as she walks passed to drag you along with her. After sitting you on her couch, she crouches in front of you, as if she were a parent about to explain something extremely important to her child.

“Have you ever noticed anything strange happen when you’re with him?” She begins, watching your every expression carefully.

“Define strange, Reina,” you quirk a brow, almost knowingly.

“Strange as in things you can’t explain happening.” She replies, her hands coming to rest on your knees as she leans into you. “You know, like, supernatural.”

You nearly laugh from how paranoid she suddenly looks. “Rei, if you have something to say, why don’t you just come out and say it?”

“Well,” she hesitates, “you remember that day we ‘summoned’ something?”

“Vividly.” The corner of your lips quirk upwards.

“I know it was essentially an unspoken rule between us not to bring it up, but…”

“You ended up summoning the Eight Kings of the Realm, and now they’re my significant others and I’m their Queen.” Your eyebrow twitches playfully.

“This isn’t time for jokes-“ her breath catches in her throat. “Wait, what?”

“What?” You tilt your head slightly, blinking at her expectantly.

“You know who- what they are?” She replies, a bit incredulously.

“Of course I do.” You chuckle. “I’ve known for quite a while, actually.”

“How long have you known?” She asks, observing you carefully.

“Remember that spontaneous weekend trip I took all those months ago?” You inquire, seeing her nod her head in understanding. “Since then.”

“Fucking hell.” She curses under her breath.

“How long have you known?” You turn her question back on her.

“Only for about two months now, but I didn’t know you were in a relationship with them all.” She breathes, falling backwards slightly in order to sit on the floor before you.

“Wait, how do you know?” You shift forward, heart beginning to pound in anticipation in your chest.

“This might sound a bit crazy, but apparently I come from a family of casters?” She sounds a bit uncertain of herself as she says this, as if she’s still trying to wrap her own head around things.

“Oh my god, this will make things so much easier.” You breathe a tremendous sigh of relief.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Her face scrunches, looking at you suspiciously.

“We have so much to talk about.” You say, leaning back and getting comfortable on her couch.

“Should I get the blankets?” She grins, a sudden teasing gleam in her eyes.

“Sure,” you grin right back. “We may be here for a while.”

Two minutes later, you both have drinks and have swaddled yourselves in your favourite blankets like you always do for movie nights at her place. She sits across from you on her couch, legs tucked in beneath her as you mirror her position.

“Boy, do I have a lot to tell you, Rei.” You sigh, taking a sip of your drink as you hold it in your lap. “Honestly, I just need to talk to someone about it all, too. Are you okay with that? I’m not joking when I say there’s a shit ton of things we need to catch up on. I’ll try to be as quick as I can, though. Time really is of the essence right now.”

“You and me both, honestly.” She breathes, taking a sip of her own drink. “You go first, and then I’ll share mine.”

You nod your understanding. “Okay, well, here goes nothing…”

So, like every good catch up session you’ve ever had with her, you begin at the very beginning. You watch her every expression intently, noticing how her mouth drops as you recall the dress incident, and how she visibly starts shaking when you get to the very first dinner you ever shared with the eight of them all those months ago.

“You stabbed the Captain of the Eight Kings and you’re still alive?” Her eyes look about ready to bug out of her head. “Damn, he must really love you, then.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you smile, a fond chuckle escaping your lips.

The way her jaw drops once more as you go on to tell her about the next two weeks after that has a sort of nervousness tugging at your features.

“They kidnapped you, and held you hostage?” There’s nothing but absolute horror on her features as she looks at you.

“Yes, but no?” You shrug mildly. “I could literally do whatever I wanted, except leave them.” The shocked look she sends you has you continuing immediately. “It sounds a lot worse than it was. Honestly, I laid into them pretty good after two weeks had passed. Threw a mug at Wooyoung’s head, made them feel horrible for what they had done, you name it.”

“Did it hit him?” Her brow quirks.

“No, he dodged it.”

“Shame.”

“Reina!” You laugh in disbelief.

“What?” She blinks at you. “It’s the least that he deserves after fucking holding you hostage!”

“They let me go places!” You’re quick to defend them. “Sure, it wasn’t ideal at the start, but I never felt trapped when I was with them.”

She nods her head in understanding, eyeing you cautiously. “Are you aware of their powers.”

“I am very aware of their powers.” You confirm with a nod.

“I mean this in the best way a concerned best friend would, but you do realize they might be mentally manipulating-“

“Don’t even go there.” Your tone is sharp, gaze suddenly dark. “I’ve had this conversation with them before, and I trust them when they say that they haven’t, and never would use that aspect of their powers on me.”

She raises her hands in her own defence. “Just making sure. I didn’t sense anything off about your mental state, but I’m not as skilled as my grandmother.”

“I know they sound really bad, but please, Rei, let me finish my story.” You reach across and squeeze her knee.

She motions for you to continue. So, you do.

The moment you get to the mall incident, you notice her tense.

“I remember bits and pieces about that day, but it all felt like a dream to me.” She admits once you get to the part of running into her in the washroom. “I had hoped it was all a dream. Even after my grandmother sensed the possession, and made sure that I had been fully cleansed, I didn’t want to believe it. It’s all still pretty blurry.”

“I’m sorry, Rei,” your expression falls. “I never meant for you to get involved like that. I had no idea who Miyeon was until the very next day.”

Reina visibly starts shaking in anger as you tell her about the argument you had gotten into with them over everything after running into her at the mall.

“Are you kidding me?” She seethes.

“Reina, let me finish!” You shoot her a look, and she falls silent. For now.

The more you speak, the more you can visibly see her relax. You don’t go so far as to tell her everything that occurred between them and Miyeon, for those are not your memories to share. However, you give enough context so that she understands where they stood in their relationships at that point.

“You know, the stories my grandmother has been telling me about these Eight Kings of the Realm sound nothing like how they really are.” She comments. “I’ve yet to determine if they’re good or bad, but at least they can admit when they’ve made a mistake. Their love for you seems genuine, which is saying something.”

The knowing look sent your way does not go unnoticed by you.

You smile somewhat tensely.

“You’re telling me.” You agree. “Every day they kept surprising me, and every day I could feel that wall I had put up to try and protect myself from their advances slipping.”

“Wait,” her eyes flash, a worried pull to her brow, “they never… they never forced themselves-“

“Fuck no!” You’re quick to shake your head, going so far as to raise your hands in front of you for emphasis. “You know my own views on consent, and when I tell you that they are on the exact same level as I am, please believe me.”

Her brow quirks, and even though you think it’s subconscious on her part, she begins to nod her head.

“This doesn’t mean I approve of them, yet.” She states, looking at you through playfully narrowed eyes.

You raise your hands in your own defence, shifting your position slightly as you continue your story. You don’t realize, but there’s a certain fond look that begins to take over your features as you recount certain memories with the eight of them. A loving look, which Reina immediately picks up on, smiling to herself all the while.

“So, Mingi gave you a cat you’ve secretly always wanted. Yeosang played your favourite melody on his violin for you. Yunho brought you to see a horse they got for you named after a horse from your favourite series. San cooks your favourite meals whenever you want them,” Reina lists off, lifting a finger for each male counted. “They literally created your dream home to live in together, complete with a grandiose library and garden…”

“But wait, there’s more.” You wiggle your brows.

Reina tilts her head, a knowing grin tugging at her lips. “‘More’ you say?”

At the way you nod eagerly, she motions for you to continue. You can tell she’s listening intently to every word you have to say, opening up more to the idea of these eight men the more you tell her.

“Okay, I’m still wary of them a bit, but they do seem to genuinely care for you.” She observes.

“Believe me,” you smile softly. “They do.”

Her jaw drops, a gasp escaping her lips when you tell her about the portrait Yunho has painted of you.

“Okay, they are literally pulling out all of the stops and romantic gestures I can think of.” She pats the top of the couch excitedly. “Need me some freaks like that.”

“Oh?” You quirk a brow. “Are they beginning to get your approval?”

She hums, pretending to think about it for a moment. “Debatable.”

“Reina!” You laugh, her right along with you. 

Honestly, you haven’t felt this light for a while. You seriously missed being able to talk with your best friend about everything, and the fact that she already knows to a certain extent what they are saves you from having to both explain things, or leave certain things out of your retelling. It’s quite refreshing.

“I’m not liking this handsy one too much.” She frowns disapprovingly, her arms crossing over her chest. “Negating the fact that he took you to see literal dragons, he sounds like a piece of work.”

“Aren’t we all?” You hum, the corner of your lips quirking upwards. “Believe me, he will never make that mistake again.”

Reina’s brow quirks as you go on to explain the weeks that followed that incident, noticing how she remains quiet throughout it all. That is, until she’s leaning across the couch to smack you on your arm. Quite harshly, too.

“You fucking hypocrite!” She smacks you lightly a few more times after that as you lean away from her with a whine. “Fighting fire with fire only burns you both in the end.”

“I know, okay! Let me finish!” You swat her hand away.

After you finally explain that talk on the balcony that you had with Seonghwa to her, you notice how she leans back slightly on the couch.

“Huh,” she nods, somewhat to herself. “I’m honestly surprised it took you that long to play something on that piano. Even if you weren’t necessarily playing it for them.”

You shrug, “I had other things on my mind.”

“Fair enough,” she raises a hand along with her words.

A smirk daces across her features as you inform her of the very next set of events that followed.

“Didn’t like you swooning over WayV, did they?” She chuckles.

“No,” you laugh along with her. “Not particularly. But I will say, the payoff was quite sweet.”

“Didn’t pin you for one to enjoy jealous sex.” She deadpans, and you nearly spit out your drink in response.

“It wasn’t like that!” You attempt to defend yourself.

“Mmhmm,” she hums knowingly, “sure.”

“You’re the one who sent me the pictures of me in that corset.” You mumble, and this time, it’s her turn to almost spit out her drink.

A loud cackle greets your ears. “Then, you’re welcome!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave her off with a playful roll of your eyes. “Anyways…”

As you continue, even you can tell your whole body goes tense. You know what’s coming next, and you’re not too particularly fond of relieving those memories again so soon after telling Wyno. However, Reina is your best friend, and talking to her is one of the easiest things in your life. It always has been, and it always will be. You know that you’ll always be there for each other, and nothing will ever come between that.

The moment you mention Miyeon infiltrating your new home, you watch her expression drop. Horror paints her features as her whole body goes still, the blanket falling from her shoulders. Tears begin to line her eyes at each new detail you reveal to her, silently beginning to trail down her cheeks as she notices the pained look resting on your face.

Silently, she reaches over to grab your hand in her own, shifting closer to you on the couch. In any and every way she can, she offers you comfort for the tragic events that you have suffered through at the hands of that jealous and downright evil demon. She only wishes that she could have been there to offer you support when you needed it most.

“I am so deeply sorry you had to go through that,” she meets your gaze, the both of you sniffling as you cling to each other for dear life. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you.”

“It’s not your fault, Reina,” you shake your head, assuring her in your own way. “I appreciate you saying that, but don’t put that on yourself. You supporting me now is all I need.”

“Of course,” she pulls you in for a hug. One which you gladly return. “I’m here for you, babes. You know I am.”

“That I do,” you smile, sinking a little deeper into her embrace as you hold her tighter. “The same goes for you with me. I’m here for you, too.”

A simple nod is all you receive in response, but you don’t need to look at Reina to know that she’s smiling, too.

Pulling away after another minute holding one another in each other’s arms, you meet her gaze. You feel as if another tremendous weight has been lifted from your chest, words coming much easier after that. 

Time seems to just be flying by as you continue to recount your adventures to your best friend. The way she gasps and starts hitting your knee affectionately when you describe gifting each male one of your pieces of jewelry has you chuckling fondly.

“You gave Hongjoong the One Ring?” Her jaw drops. “Okay, I believe you. They really are special.”

“I told you.” You grin.

“That still doesn’t mean they’ve earned the ‘Reina seal of approval.’” She shoots you a look. “They’ve gotta pass the best friend test first.”

“I don’t think they’ll have to try very hard.” You joke.

“No, I don’t think they will.” She confirms with a grin before turning dead serious in the next moment. “Though, if they hurt you, I am not afraid to curse them for it.”

You grimace, and she immediately picks up on it.

“Too soon?” Her brow furrows in worry.

“It’s not that, it’s just,” you let out a sigh, “another reason why I’m here today.”

“Wait, did one of them actually get cursed?” Her eyes widen dramatically, worry pulling at her features.

“You could say that,” you mumble. “I’m getting there, I promise.”

“Okay,” she nods. “Please, continue.”

Again, you pick up right where you last left off, explaining to her everything that has happened to you since you brought the eight of them to meet your parents. The events seem to fly by until you’re finally arriving at the start of this past week.

“If I ever meet this Malik guy, it’s on sight.” She raises her fists, mocking punching him in the face.

“You and me both, sis,” you hum, a small quirk to your lips upwards.

You make quick work about telling her what happened with Mina, then Wyno, and then the harpies, until finally, you reach the event that you had really been leading up to. You notice her little quips and encouragements have all stopped for the moment as you begin to curl in on yourself. Nothing but worry is on her features as you fight off the tears that wish to gather once more in the corners of your eyes as you explain what has happened to Jongho.

“Okay, first of all, that was not you fault,” she gets you to meet her gaze. “I would bet anything in the entire world that he doesn’t blame you either. Not after everything you’ve just told me about him and his brothers. So, get those lingering doubts out of your mind. They have no precedent being there.”

You can only offer her a solemn nod in response.

“You said he’s trapped under the ‘Veil of the Hypnos’ spell?” Her brow furrows as she stands from the couch. Disappearing down the hallway, she continues speaking the whole time, calling over her shoulder, “I remember my grandmother mentioning something about it, hang on!”

Not even a minute later, she returns. A book is held in her hands. One which seems familiar, but you can’t quite place your finger as to why as you dry your eyes. With one knowing look from her, you suddenly remember why.

In her hands rests the spell book she used to summon the Eight Kings with. Flipping it open, she sits beside you on the couch, skimming through the pages until she finds the right one.

“Ah-ha!” She grins, pointing to a specific heading on the one page. “Here it is.”

The two of you briefly read over the page, and you have just the right mind to catch glimpses of ‘connection’ and ‘high emotion’ before you’re sparing a glance at her.

“So,” you nudge her shoulder lightly, “are you going to tell me about how you found out about all of this?”

Closing the book gently and resting it on her lap, Reina begins to rub her fingers over the detail work on the cover.

“Well, remember how I mentioned that I couldn’t remember much about what happened at the mall that one day?” She begins, to which you nod your head. “I couldn’t distinguish what was real, and what was a dream. It was my grandmother who sensed something was off. We went to visit her about two months ago, and she could immediately tell I had been possessed by a demonic entity of sort. She just couldn’t understand how this entity could no longer reach me. I realize now that I have both you and those eight males to thank for that.”

She spares a glance up at you, and you place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“My grandmother was quite blunt about it, and she cussed out my own mother for not telling me what I was.” Reina’s lips quirk upwards, as if recalling the memory now. “You know how passionate my grandmother can get.”

“Oh boy, do I ever,” you chuckle, recalling the amount of times you’ve seen her start cussing someone out in Spanish over something. “Really, though, she’s a lovely lady.”

“You don’t have to deal with her every day,” Reina sighs dramatically. “Anyways, that’s when my gran started asking me a bunch of questions. I told her I read something with you from this,” she shakes the tome in her hands, “spell book, and she nearly flipped. Started chanting in some ancient language, going off about protection spells and such. That’s when she realized there already were protection wards placed on both me and my mind.”

“I’m guess she was able to sense who put them there?” You quirk a brow.

“Bingo.” Reina turns to look at you. “Which is when she started freaking out and saying that I needed to start my training to learn how to be a proper caster to protect myself. The stories of the terror of the Eight Kings were soon to follow, apparently passed down from generation to generation.”

“Do you believe them?”

“Not anymore.” She shakes her head.

“Then, you’ve deduced part of the reason why I’m here right now?” You place a hand onto her shoulder.

“Other than wanting to see me,” she shoots you a playful look which you mirror, “I figured it out.”

A moment of silence.

“Will you-“

“Do you even have to ask?” She cuts you off with a pointed look.

“I should have known.” You let out a sigh, a grin pulling at your features.

“You said this gorgon - Sudaem - will have prepared everything by the time we get there?” She inquires. “All the ingredients, and the proper spell book?”

You nod in confirmation.

“Well, then,” she stands to her feet with a firm nod of her head. Tucking the tome beneath her one arm, a look of determination crosses her features. “What are we waiting for?”

[consularmain]

Alliance Commander Ask Game

THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS. I was tagged a very long time ago by @sullustangin to do this and I completely forgot

1) Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share?

My Jedi Knight is my canonical Commander for my legacy. Her name is Minerva and she’s been through a lot of changes since I started playing her in 2018. She is a Guardian tank with a Shadow secondary class. She’s trapped at Light 5 because of how the old alignment system worked, but I headcanon she’s closer to Light Three. She has one of the most detailed backstories I've ever made for a character and I'm so proud of her :') She's like my child lol

2) What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander? Minerva is not and never wanted to be a leader in any way and I live for that kind of inner conflict. Plus the expansions feel very natural with the Knight as the Commander imo.

3) What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander? I can’t think of anything other than I wish the writers would let her get some rest. Give me a cutscene where she's just enjoying being with her friends and boyfriend pls

4) Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander? Like I said earlier, it felt natural for Minerva to continue her fight against Vitiate and she was also the first character I got to endgame before Onslaught came out so she's just fixed as the Commander in my mind.

5) Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly? Minerva decided to side with the Republic, but she kept the Alliance separate and declined the offer to become a member of the Order again. She believes in the Republic but she hasn’t been a Jedi for a long time – even before she was put in the carbonite. And it would be incredibly inappropriate given a new “attachment” in her life. 

6) Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? Ex: Master Timmns, Ardun Kothe, Watcher One, etc. Lord. PRAVEN. In my hc, he was on Ossus during kotfe/kotet and joins the Alliance after Onslaught. He's Minerva's bestie and the writers can't take this away from me.

7) How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation? She's over it, honestly. She is so tired of people coming back from the dead.

8) Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

My Chiss trooper, Jame Harper, is Minerva's cousin but they're closer to sisters. Harper had given up hope she was still alive and attacked Zakuul to avenge her. Once she joins the Alliance, Harper is responsible for training new recruits and strategizing for the big battles.

After the incident on Dromund Kaas, Acina sent her Wrath to Odessen to show the Empire’s support. Tegan and Minerva’s old rivalry picked up right where it left off but now that they're on the same side, they actually start to respect each other. They become frenemies but it doesn't last long.

Freya and her Clan join Torian on Odessen and are responsible for keeping the peace between Imperial and Republic personnel. Freya knows Minerva doesn't have much family so she takes on an almost motherly role, fussing over her and making sure she takes care of herself.

My Smuggler, Lyall, is Minerva's eyes and ears in the Outer Rim. He's a friend to the Alliance, not an actual member, but he appreciates what they're trying to do. He and Minerva share a history so it's no big deal for him to help out on the occasional mission.

9) How does your OC feel about Odessen? (Bonus: how do you feel about it) Despite all the craziness around her, Minerva feels at peace on Odessen - something she's not felt in a long time. She loves the wild forests and the endless lakes and rivers. It feels like home. She's never felt that way about anywhere before, not even the Jedi Order. I personally love Odessen. I wish there was a stronghold on Odessen so I could decorate it to Minerva's tastes.

10) How does your Commander feel about being the Commander? To say Minerva has a complicated relationship with it would be an understatement. Some days, it's great. She's doing more for the galaxy than she ever could as a Jedi. But sometimes she realizes just how many lives will be effected by her decisions and she feels trapped. She doesn’t feel anyone should ever have so much power. But she's lucky to have such a strong support system behind her and they make it bearable.

11) Favorite place in the Alliance base? Minerva's favorite is the little pool at the base of the statue in the Force Enclave. She meditates for hours in the sunlight coming in through the crack in the ceiling. As for mine, it has to be the war room. I love seeing my companions just vibing with each other.

12) Favorite mission in KotFE? Definitely visiting the old world on Zakuul with Senya. I wish we got to see more of it or at least get a Zakuulan stronghold but I doubt the story will ever bring us back to Zakuul :(

13) Favorite mission in KotET? The palace mission, just because it's where we get Arcann lmao

14) Least favorite mission in either? Why? The walker missions are brutal. Except for the one on Iokath. That one is so much fun lol

15) Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky? Minerva has worked hard to hone her body and mind into a weapon, but she also believes the Force is on her side as long as she listens to it. To her, luck doesn't exist.

16) From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result? A lot of her fears were realized. She was abandoned by the people she trusted and the Jedi Order, the only constant in her life, was practically wiped out. Valkorion was once again in her head and the fear of him taking over at any given moment made her distance herself from the people around her in order to protect them. It was the loneliest period of her life. 

She also has a fear of public speaking so she hates it when she has to give speeches to encourage people.

17) AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place? Harper has a habit of falling into positions of leadership despite her loner attitude. I can see her somehow accidentally becoming Commander in Minerva's place because no one else stepped up.

18) Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again?

19) Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET? Minerva's begun to let go of her old life but she doesn't mind being called "Master" or "Battlemaster" by other Jedi. She earned those titles so it's a sign of respect for her.

20) Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to. Minerva loves trashy entertainment. Holovids, shows, books - it doesn't matter, she loves it all. It's antithesis to everything she was used to growing up that she found it so compelling. She's also a sucker for those romance books you see in line at the grocery store.

[rookawawastaken]

xiaolumi: sharing a mattress on a chilly night

happy valentines day !!summary: xiao invites lumine to join his team during a gamejam* since their previous artist dropped out last minute. some poor organisational skills lead to some great cuddles. tags: modern AU, uni AU, gamejam, gamedev!xiao x artist!lumine

* a gamejam, to put it simply, is a game-making marathon during which the participants focus solely on making a game. the criteria for the game depend on the jam and usually change up every time

feel free to drop by and say hello to me on twitter! this ficlet is also posted there. :]

this is Lumines first GameJam, and, to be completely honest, she’s here only for Xiao. he asked to join last minute since his team's original artist dropped out a few days before the event, and she agreed. after all, even if she doesn’t enjoy making a game, she will always enjoy her best friend's company, and some new experience comes as a bonus, too.

the first day went surprisingly great – everyone was very nice, Lumine befriended an artist from another group during a lunch break, her own team has a wonderful game idea that she’s very excited about, and she got to see Xiao working on something he’s passionate about. they do study together, but never has she seen his eyes sparkle the way they did when they talked about their game. sure, his face seemed neutral, but after being friends with him since they both were in diapers, she can see that little smile whenever he gets his hands on something he enjoys.

all’s well on the game-developing side of things, however, in their haste, they forgot to figure out the sleeping arrangements, so the team ended up with one less mattress than needed. Xiao, being the way he is, offered up his own to her the moment he realised his mistake, but Lumine is not letting that boy sleep on the floor and get a cold, or maybe not even sleep at all. they all will get their beauty sleep, one way or another.

– what if you two just share? i don’t believe you haven’t shared a bed before in all the years you’ve known each other! – and, honestly, Venti was absolutely right, they have shared before, even if it was quite a while ago.

the thought of sleeping together (literally, get your head out of the gutter!) with Xiao isn’t making Lumine uncomfortable, and the guy seems to be okay with that as well, so that’s what they decide on – squeezing together on the same mattress, under the same blanket. she wasn’t able to talk Xiao out of giving her his pillow, but it’s okay. at least he’ll sleep.

but, oh, the room was actually quite chilly, and Lumine was always prone to freezing even in relatively warm temperatures. as much as she tries not to shiver, lest she troubles Xiao, he knows. Xiao has learned to read Lumine just as well as she’s at reading him, if not better for the fact she is far less reserved than the boy.

– Lumine.

she almost yelps, getting jumpscared by Xiao’s half-whisper, hot breath right on her ear. when she turns to him, lying on her back now, with Xiao partly hovering over her, propped on one elbow, Lumine can’t help but blush.

her best friend is extremely attractive.

– yeah?

– you’re shivering. are you cold?

– sorry, i just, i didn’t think it would be that cold…

Xiao sighs, though, not unkindly. he’s quite used to her shenanigans, even allowing himself a small smile that he hides in the dark of the room. – come here?

– where? – she doesn’t get what he means at first, but when he lays on his side and opens his arms up, basically non-verbally inviting her to cuddle with him, she can’t help but ask. – are you sure?

– i don’t want you to catch a cold because of my poor management skills. – Lumine could swear she can see him pouting, but there are no light sources, and she can’t tell for sure. – just let's warm you up, okay?

Lumine hesitates only for a few moments, before moving closer to the boy, just as he puts his arm under her head for a pillow, and holds her close, just a little above her waist. – comfy?

and, to be quite honest, yes, she is very comfy. and so-so warm.

she lets him know that much. the only reply she gets from him is a quiet snort.

they lay in silence for a while, in a few minutes Lumine is all warmed up and cozy, slowly drifting to sleep, sleepily nuzzling into Xiao’s chest. – thank you, Xiao.

– it’s nothing. rest up now, we have a lot to do when we wake up.

– good night, Xiao.

– sleep well.

the kiss on her hair that followed was probably just her imagination.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

AHAHAH ok well either way glad you’re back!!! And yes OMG S2 only a week away guys I can’t believe it this is actually kinda insane

LMAO IM CRYING the jjkification of your teachers is actually so funny not you bridging irl miraverse and jjk miraverse

Yeahhh like sae canon is just too plain miraverse sae is what I’d WISH he were really like in full but alas

Also yeah um. Jjk! Well! Safe to say I won’t be all that engaged in it anymore either sadly but I feel like I’ve seen some content talking about that too and how people can get away with mediocre world building and story telling if they just let art carry I do remember specific chapters coming out where there’d just be some big impact moment in the art and people also mentioned that visual carrying theory then too…..also honestly those people saying it’s peak are also probably coming from like, cringey very mediocre isekai harems or genres of that sort so maybe they just have a very skewed bar too but agreed the gojo geto is truly not the groundbreaking pair people claim it to be…..(also LMAOO this is a safe space for ideas deemed controversial by the fandom honestly these takes are so real though likeeeee) ORV FR the dynamic is sm more complex and i think orv as a whole just is developed a lot more/better for obv reasons

SHSHSH FRR I almost forgot about those mass category posts I was originally only focusing on the random tags part but FR like I enjoy a good meme tier list every now and then like most people but I see those paragraphs you’re talking about all the time too and I’m like huh???? Sukuna and Nagi PLEASE yeah that’s a crazy combo and honestly I don’t think you can really mass categorize like that on such a broad scale if you’re actually seriously trying to categorize them as opposed to just like those memes yk

Oh yeah the tumblr drama….obv I’m also not ever involved because I don’t actually do anything here but it’s fr so dumb and insane!! I’ll see a callout post every now and then and I’m like damn yeah if that ever did happen that’s just an automatic block there’s no way I’m wasting energy on that

IM HERE FOR IT BAROU VISION EXPANSION COMMENCES!!! SHSGSHSSB he would so do that softie at heart Barou who’s like “Tch. Fine, but I’m following you” AIKU BEING SAES GUARD yes yes yes omg and Niko as his squire HAHAHA omg I almost forgot about elakshi bro wattpad insane for that I remember us talking about it awhile ago…I’m ngl when I was reading pi I definitely saw why they went after her (not in the sense of its justified or I agree but because I know wp demographics and I can see them doing something like that SHSHSH) but it’s still insane like if you’re so pressed close the tab and go write your own work tf??? Honestly at the rate jjk is going at (or not going at. Yk.) reworking it into BLLK wouldn’t be a bad way to save the general idea LMAO a future thought fs though your list just like doubled within the last week or two

It’s ok the requester will see the fic you pop out and be like “OMG Mira ATE thank you for taking artistic liberty” but miraversification of overly done cliche tropes >>>>>> but yeahhh I see what you mean!! I’m trying to think too but nothing comes to mind that screams “enemies to lovers worthy” (pause what was that comment about sae BRO???) I also don’t think it helps that I’m not the biggest fan of this trope either….im fr not one to enjoy like enemies enemies something about it just isn’t as interesting to read like two opps falling in love idk I think you’re right in that it’s because most aren’t fully developed esp when it’s just a one shot too

Oh FR??? Damn the more you know part 15 LMAO I was expecting it to have been based off like region within the game oops but OOOOH very nice very nice I see the vision!!

LMAOOO I remember them exchanging like, two words. I just know that Karasu calls him yukki and makes some comment as he passes the ball to him I think (??) but other than that there isn’t much (I was about to say maybe we’ll see in epinagi but now I realize that’s not happening because by that time nagi is long gone and we’re following nagi so uh) but anyways yuki our shining star HAHAHA it’s honestly his miraverse brand now he just effortlessly pulls off everything making Karasu his opp

OOOH lowk I’ve never actually understood how dividers work but some look pretty elaborate! The simple minimalistic ones are good too they feel very clean and easy to look at!!

YAY THATS GOOD wait on that note is typing making it worse should I shorten the convo? But continuing to manifest a speedy recovery! Also so real with the glasses thing esp when the frames thick it makes your ears feels sore ugh

HAHA real haterism posts are lowk funny but im CRYING THE EMOJI why is it so sae??? LMAOA I’ve never even used or looked at that emoji before but that’s actually hilarious

OOOOH wait behind your touch or sth??? I forgot the exact wording but I like tried it out because I thought it was interesting based off the clips I saw but ngl I could not get past the first ep LMAOA maybe I need to give it another chance but it felt too slow at the time for me that I just moved on oops maybe I just have to get through the pilot episode first…

LMAOAAOA no because I was fr like “wait why she saying it like this is a final goodbye ummmmm” but anyways…NEW PURSUIT CHAPTER IN THE WORKS OOOOOOOOOOO this is a huge win (i seriously can’t get over the jb quote i just automatically read it in his voice now)

- Karasu anon

RIGHTT it feels unreal that it’s so close!! i’m so excited i can’t wait for all of the new edits and whatnot to come out it’s going to be glorious i’m (hopefully) going to get so much motivation

looking back was it a little insane YES however it was very fun and we enjoyed ourselves and it made our very long boring school days much more entertaining…sadly i’m not really friends with that girl anymore (she was lowkey crazy i can’t even lie like i’m not sad we’re not friends because i miss her but because we had some fun times together) but the lore we (mostly me honestly) came up with was so extensive and deep i still think abt it sometimes

if sae was like his miraverse counterpart he’d fr be a fav of mine already but alas this is what we have to work with

i think it’s really interesting but also very true!! like if you have a fire artist then you can get away with doing much less actual storytelling because your artist carries you…i don’t think that’s a critique of all animanga because there are several that are only elevated by the art and the art serves a purpose in tandem with the writing — the problem to me is when the art is what’s carrying the writing or is filling in holes that the writing does not bother dealing with!! for example attack on titan — it has its own problems which i won’t touch on atm because i’m exhausted by it but in this specific aspect it outdoes jjk in the sense that you could tell the story in just words (and believe me, i have) without making anything up and it flows fairly well/doesn’t feel like anything is missing or glossed over, and the manga panels/anime just serve to give shape to the story the words are telling instead of carrying the story along on their own. omg that tik tok i was talking about had a comment that made me crack up it was like “people will see a single very simple parallel and immediately declare it peak writing” and that’s honestly so true 😭 in a similar vein whenever people praise jjk for its female cast…name one female character with a strong storyline and agency and whatnot (everyone points to maki as if she didn’t literally just become gege’s way of putting toji back in the story) they had potential but NONE of them were utilized in the way they could’ve been and to be honest the treatment of hana/angel was ABHORRENT i honestly really liked her and she could’ve been such a fascinating character but instead she was just. obsessed with a man who dgaf about her. like COME ON NOW i thought we were PAST this trope 😩 that said jjk isn’t horrible utter complete trash but everyone praises it as being so much different than other shounens but when you examine it closely it’s really not it just has a bit more angst than the typical shounen might.

STAN ORV FOR CLEAR SKIN!! as someone who read the novel and didn’t even look at the webcomic i think orv is a perfect example of how convoluted magic systems and large-scale battles CAN be explained properly and still remain awe-inspiring even without any visuals!! like the novel had me on the edge of my seat the entire time and there were absolutely zero two page spreads AND it had a shit translation like that’s skill fr!! also the female characters…the sheer THOUGHT put into the story (there are so many little details woven into it it’s insane)…the way different cultures are referenced and carefully researched so that they don’t feel like jokes (don’t even get me started on the jjk america arc idec about making fun of americans but what was the point even?? it was literally never brought up again) added in for no reason…absolutely enormous cast but they all get development and conclusions and feel like they were added for a reason??? super super fascinating dynamics between the main three characters (kim dokja, han sooyoung, yoo joonghyuk)?? MALE AND FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS??? MALE AND FEMALE CHARACTERS THAT LOVE EACH OTHER IN WAYS THAT AREN’T JUST ROMANTIC??????? this is what’s considered ACTUAL peak i think it’s so brain dead when jjk fans argue that jjk is so popular so it has to be better written than things like orv (the two fandoms have a lot of beef on tik tok for some reason) like come on now one is an anime and the other is a web novel obviously jjk is more popular…however i think a lot of jjk fans would actually quite like orv if they could bring themselves to sit down and read it!!

i agree i think in order to fit so many characters into the random categories you have to simplify them all so much and strip them of their complexities because otherwise you can’t cram as many characters as possible in there 😭 and yeah tumblr drama is so insane i wish people who put their energy into making callout posts would go work on their career or something…like let’s build our linkedin profiles!! let’s talk to people in real life!!

oh my god no because the elakshi hate is INSANEEEE listen she’s not meant to be a LOVEABLE character per se (definitely not like tullia) but she’s meant to show what reader would’ve been like if she had gone to kyoto and learnt to rely on others in a different way 😟 i also know 100% for a fact that everything people on wattpad slander her for they would’ve eaten UP if it had been y/n doing it…i think people dislike her because i never try to make her a side character the way tullia is like tullia’s in the story more but she very much so feels like she’s there to support reader whereas every single one of elakshi’s appearances are meant to challenge reader and ig people just don’t like that HAHA anyways…that’s why i always state right in the beginning of all of my stories (or at least put it in the warning) that there will be ocs because ykw i’m not going to stop using them when they make the plots more interesting and if that’s not what someone’s into then they can go read something else but they need to STOP complaining in my comments section!! especially the one person (and the couple that agreed with them) that said pomegranate ink would be perfect except for the ocs….like okay what do you want me to do about that?? a) the story is already written b) i’m not going to get rid of them especially when tullia is so integral to the plot c) idgaf what you think is “perfect” this is the story i chose to tell and you can live with it, read something else, or write your own story perfectly catered to me but i am not being paid ANYTHING for this and they are not paying anything to read what i write so there’s zero reason for the bitching i fear 🧐 it’s not even constructive criticism (which yk i didn’t ask for that either but at least that’s coming from a place of trying to be helpful) it’s literally just hating for the sake of hating…classic wattpad audience though that’s why i’m fr considering taking everything down

AHAHAH i came up with so much lore for the megumi royal guard au too it would be a shame to see it wasted especially given how things w jjk are turning out…i mean i’m def going to watch the anime and all just because why not i’m already invested but idt i’ll get my motivation back at any point…or maybe i will?? idk we’ll see but yeah like you said my workload is CRAZY now (i have 23 asks in my inbox just related to requests) so i’ll have time to contemplate this idea fr

DSKFHJJSHD i’ve been joking pretty much since i finished season 1 that i’m in an enemies to lovers w sae because i don’t like him but i can see myself ending up liking him?? especially after how much i enjoyed him in seabird and how many requests i keep getting for him i rlly cannot escape him…like i said feel free to make fun of me if i convert to itoshism (although never fear no matter how much i may eventually like him he will NEVERRRR replace nagi as my number one i am LOYAL to my man 🤩)…agreed enemies to lovers has just never done it for me the closest i can come up with is like two opposite sides of a war and brainwashing/propaganda being involved in which case i think reo or kunigami would work well 🤔 lowkey i could see a childhood friends -> enemies -> lovers deal with wildcard involved working for kunigami like add in some betrayal and all and you’ve got top tier angst

LMAOO yukimiya a victim of miraverse expansion (just like kiyora) kaneshiro refuses to elaborate on him??? dw i will happily provide…the way karasu and yuki actually do get along in canon then but in the miraverse they are opps (yuki is generally unaware) is too good imo 😭 wait this actually reminds me instead of yuki i almost had reader get rizzed up by otoya in fwtkac and have that spark karasu’s jealousy (since she would’ve actually gone on a date with otoya) imagine how different the world would’ve been 😰 although that would’ve made tabieita in bllk so funny KSDFHD karasu’s like “YOU’RE MY GIRLFRIEND’S EX” and otoya’s like “who are you talking about”

nooo typing isn’t doing anything!! it’s like the act of gripping the pencil/gripping things that’s making my muscles wig out because they got so overused…i can’t wait to not have to wear my glasses anymore just a couple more days and then i’m free!! PLS the emoji just reminds me of that one panel of him when he tells rin the goal he was abt to make was too lukewarm i think that’s why it’s so sae-coded

yeahhhh i think that’s what it was called!! ngl the pilot was a bit slow and there’s def not much romance + it does not at all take itself seriously so it’s 75% crack shenanigans but i did enjoy it honestly!! sometimes you just need a silly crack shenanigans type of show without any crazy making out or heavy romance yk

PLSSS look i’m a fanfic author i’m going to dramatize everything but trust it was more for me so i didn’t keep getting distracted by going on my phone instead of working!! like “okay if i promised everyone i’m not going to be on here until i finish my work i actually will have to finish my work so i don’t look like a liar” and YESSSSSSS NEW PURSUIT CHAPTER OUT (hopefully) SOON

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMFAO THE “what a weird ass dream” start has me REELING like oh honey you’re in for a rude awakening (literally)

Ok I paused to type that ^ and was gonna keep commenting in my notes as I went as if I were annotating but then I got too engrossed and forgot LMAOAO but anyways

STOPPPP KARASU??? SHDKSHSJS I will not swerve iwillnotswerve….but gardener Karasu AHHHDGHS it’s just giving more sweetheart humble Karasu I can’t

Ok pause SHSH the way you write Otoya is so?? >>>>>>> like ok I’m back on track now I want this Otoya LMAOAOA he’s like the perfect balance between go with the flow do what I want chill Otoya and deadly assassin ninja Otoya also that deal they made>>>>>> I’m seriously waiting for Y/n to succeed

Hiiragis also such an ass I love it because it also kinda reminds me of him in canon?? But I also never was really partial to him in the manga either so I love seeing him full villain here, also the constant distinction between Y/N being like her own (?) vs associated as. Hiiragi is something I really enjoy!! Idk I just kinda love the set up like we KNOW this mc is gonna be different and a lot more selfish and independent?? Like the constant distinction in identity is so satisfying to read for some reason like it’s refreshing to see y/n not try to reclaim the name

But yeah omg otoya <333 I mean I was already an otoya fan before hollyhock but this just opened my eyes to another Otoya Avenue and I LOVE IT can’t wait for the next installment…(also just out of curiosity how many installments do you think this’ll end up being? Very excited hehe)

Eita nation has been fed thank you for the feast

-Karasu anon

LMAOO i felt like it made sense that she wouldn’t believe what had happened considering she’s prone to nightmares and the entire situation is kinda crazy 😭 like yukimiya secretly betraying her family and otoya almost killing her…i wouldn’t want to believe it either 😔💔

HAHAHA omg well i’m glad you were engrossed in it at least 🤩🙏🏻

DO YOU SEE WHAT I’M SAYING ABT THEM LOWKEY HAVING A MEETCUTE like him waking her up while she’s sleeping on the bench swing in the garden surrounded by trees and flowers is so romance novel shoujo anime coded to me 😩 unfortunately y/n ruins it by being all “i can’t trust you 😐” and “you have a stupid name 😨” and “my half brother and father would kill you if they saw what you’re up to 🫣” LMAOOO poor karasu 😓 i’m excited to write more of their interactions though!!

AHHH YESSS i’ve been doing my best to incorporate his more chill go w the flow canon personality into his role as a ninja who kills whoever he’s told to!! it’s def a balance because if he’s too unserious then it’s almost disingenuous to the story itself but if he’s too proper and grave abt things he doesn’t feel like himself anymore?? idk but omg the deal…i’m so excited to write how it all plays out HAHAHA it’s going to be super fun i think!!

hiiragi is so horrible in this story but considering he was already kind of a douche in canon i don’t think it’s too terrible that i’m writing him like this!! i agree that he’s not one i cared much for in the manga either (he only even appears in epinagi for the most part and he’s antagonizing my man the whole time so we’re automatically enemies for that) so i don’t mind writing him in full villain mode here!! and yeah for y/n the name hiiragi has only ever been used to hurt her so even though she acknowledges that they’re her family and she’ll do her best to look out for them she’s also hyper aware that she’s different and her own person. her relationship to the hiiragi clan will evolve as the story goes on and her character develops and i think it’ll be interesting to watch how much things change from the beginning of the story to the end

HOLLYHOCK OTOYA MY BELOVED 💖💖💖 he and y/n are truly meant for each other…mr “your life is a game to me” and miss “i want you to belong to me” UM?? i almost considered going back and adding the toxic relationships tag but honestly the relationship itself isn’t even that toxic (if you can set aside all the murdering and death threats) it’s just between two very questionable individuals 😭 somehow it makes it much more fun to write than if they were perfect and normal though?? and honestly makes otoya more appealing to me LMAOAOA

hmm i’m not quite sure how many chapters it’s going to be but definitely a lot!! i’d be surprised if it was less than ten although ig it just depends on how long certain things take me to write 🤔 but i def anticipate it being on the longer side HAHA idk if it’ll quite get the opportunity to join the 100k+ club as many of my other fics have but for sure it’s going to be quite a lot…we’re still in the setup phase/prologue arc almost atm?? like these are relatively small-scale conflicts compared to what goes on later in the story so i don’t see it being less than 30-40k words (although again yk how accurate my predictions usually end up being — aka not very 😟)