#hope this answers your question well ! sorry if i went overboard though LOL

[alistartdraws]

First off, I love your Shinjireaper au thing even though it rips my heart to shreds it's amazing how dare you don't stop.

Second of all, you little comic about Aki seeing Shinjireaper made me think of what Ken's reaction would be, which, honestly, is not really a question I believe I would want actually answered, that kid is already wrecked mentally as it is.

Ohhhh man . He would be horrified to hear about it. The second they could after the comic, the three went back to the bottom of Tartarus, and told what they saw. Ken would want to go back, confirm with his own eyes, but he'd be stopped. The thought of Shinjiro still out there in spirit would KILL him, cause the guilt of it all was still eating him alive. He would probably neglect some necessities like food and sleep just thinking about it until other members of SEES stage an intervention for him...

But one day he'd force himself onto the team, just to see Shinjiro again. He'd apologize, tell it that he's trying to atone and do better from its sacrifice for him, even as hes running from it. It helps him to actually see him, in some weird way, even if he was trying to kill the entire team.

Shinjireaper eventually gets a bit more docile with the help of Makoto, and I think Ken would begin to treat him like how people treat graves. He would still seek him out a lot when they go to Tartarus, but just to talk to, and tell about his day. Tell about everything that's been going on around the dorm, etc etc.

Ken is a strong kid! I think after the initial horror and the fact that Shinjireaper was in fact hunting them all down trying to kill them initially, he'd do a lot better. Although Shinjireaper is without full memories, he gets flashes, and he gets Feelings. So hed still be able to react how Shinjiro would (even though he can't really talk), which I think would help soothe Ken a bit.

[pomegranates-and-blood]

As soft as silk, as strong as iron

My Masterlist  

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: I (kind of) put together two requests, “Sub Ivar but in a modern setting” and “Something vulnerable/fluffy with Ivar. It can be about anything, but I love seeing those few moments when his walls break down.”

Word Count: 4.5k (me going overboard doesn’t surprise you anymore, does it?)

Warnings: 18+. Smut, D/s dynamics (sub!Ivar), bondage, orgasm control/denial, sensory deprivation (just a blindfold tho). Fluff, a little bit of angst. This is probably OOC. If I missed anything, please let me know.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me this long to get this request(s) out! I am still trying to find my way through writing smut, and I tried my best but idk if this is any good lol. Hope you enjoy and thank you!

Your body still trembles in the aftershocks as you come down from your high, and your hands grip tightly at Ivar’s still, fingers intertwined.

You open your eyes, and the first thing you see is the contrast of his hand on yours, and the red silk wrapped tightly around his wrists, keeping his arms tied to the headboard.

The sight is enough to send another little shock of heat through you.

And when you lower your gaze, find him licking his lips chasing the taste of you, the same red silk covering his eyes and leaving him vulnerable to you and whatever you want to do to him; it only makes you want him even more, even if he just made you come with his skillful mouth.

You move further down his body, putting your hands instead of your thighs on either side of his head.

To see him like this, surrendering and yours, it will never cease to amaze you, to send a pang of pride and heat through you, to leave you dazed and content.

Because…Gods, he was made for this, for submission. The perfect angle of his jaw as he tilts his head back surrendering to the pleasure you give him, the curve of his throat under your hand as he chokes back a moan at the feel of you, the strength of his chest rising and falling in shaky breaths as you make him yours over and over.

The soft little sounds he lets out even at the softest of kisses, the way his perfect lips form around please, the hoarse and desperate sound of his voice as he calls out your name in ecstasy.

Perfect, all of him. And made for this, for you.

You turn your head to press yet another kiss to the heated skin under your cheek, smiling up at Ivar from your place laying on his chest.

There’s still the faint redness on his cheekbones and the tips of his ears, and you still find it disarmingly adorable.

“Still blushing, love?” You tease softly, and Ivar offers a smile that is still part embarrassed and part overwhelmed.

He swallows thickly before answering, “I…It was…interesting, fun, how you…”

“Took charge?” You supply, tilting your head to the side, “You like it when I order you around, love?” You tease, but in the way his eyes widen just a fraction, in the way they fall from yours and his lips part looking for an answer before he fails to give voice to any, you realize the truth. Excited, overjoyed, you whisper, “Oh, you do.”

Ivar frowns slightly, apprehension making his body -previously relaxed and pliant under your touch- tense up.

There’s a slight tremble in his brows, the tell of gritted teeth, when he questions, “Is that…wrong?”

“What? No, of course not,” A small nervous laugh leaves your lips, because Gods, it is not wrong at all, it is so, so right. Your fingers trace the side of his face as you continue, “Ivar, I-…remember what you told me when we went on that first date?”

“The Gods made us to fit together.” He tells you quietly, not missing a beat. You smile.

“Well, in more ways than one it seems.”

“What do you mean?”

Throwing caution to the wind, you sit up and follow the path of your fingers as they go over the marks you left on his neck and collarbones, a small smile on your lips as you ask, “How do you feel about letting me tie you up?”

Perfect lips part in a small little ‘o’, and a gasp leaves him. Ivar’s eyes search yours, looking for the lie, the trick. When he finds none, he smiles, eager and happy.

Being intimate with him, sharing your body with Ivar and, more importantly, maybe, having him share his body with you, has always been something you both had to work for. It took months for him to even let you see him naked without anything covering his legs, it took even longer for him to feel comfortable letting you touch them, or keep him from touching you, or take his sight from him.

It took time, and trials and fails, a lot of talking and honesty, and a lot of adjustments and a lot of trust; but getting here, to this point where he can surrender and offer himself completely to you, you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

“You were so good, love,” You coo softly, though there’s a deviousness in your smile as you move down his body, straddling him and keeping both of your hands on each side of his head. “And you look so perfect like this, tied up and helpless and mine.”

It is at the last word that he makes this soft little sound, tilting his head back and baring his throat to you. Oh, and you want to give in to that siren song, and mark his neck with bites and kisses, and put your hand over his throat tight enough to make him let out the most delectable sighs and moans.

But you resist, keeping your hands off him for the time being.

“If you want me to touch you, Ivar,” You start, a pointed roll of your hips over him. At the feel of his hard cock dragging between your folds a shiver runs down your spine, but it is nothing compared to the tremble you draw out of him, and that is what you focus on. So you do it again, and again, coating his cock in the same wetness that you could still taste on his lips. A whine of your name, and you concede with a light chuckle. Leaning closer, you continue, “You have to beg. You were so good for me, you deserve to feel good, you deserve to come for me, but you have to ask.”

“Th-Thank you.”

“So polite,” You coo, giving in for a slight second and lifting one hand off the mattress to run through his loose hair. He leans into the touch, and you melt. “Now beg, love.”

A barely-there second where you think he will fight, resist. Uselessly as it always ends up being, sometimes he likes pretending he wasn’t made for this, for submitting.

But Ivar’s lips part, and his chest rises and falls in a couple of sharp breaths, before he starts, voice hoarse, “Please, touch me. Please.”

Hearing that simple little word on his voice will never cease to make you lose focus for a moment, and you grind against him again, making Ivar let out a choked shout that once would have been your name.

Deciding to indulge, since he has been so good after all, you let your hands trail over his shoulders, his chest, his sides, greedily taking in the way his breath quickens and his skin flushes at the solace of your touch.

Your mouth trails over his exposed skin too, switching between soft kisses and sharp bites, as you move down his body.

One of your hands stays on him -an old ritual of the two of you by now- as the other grips onto his thigh, and moves his leg to make room for you between them. You always keep watchful eyes on him when you have him like this and decide to touch his legs, for it is still something he struggles with, especially when he can’t see or touch you.

There are days when the pain is worse, and you don’t mean the ache in his bones. And in those days he can’t stand to have you touch them, or even look at them; maybe because he can’t.

You always keep a watchful eye, cautious of those days.

But today isn’t one of those days, and there’s barely any tell in Ivar’s body that shows you he notices -or is bothered- by it.

You settle between his legs, not able to keep yourself from giving the faintest of licks over the tip of his cock, feeling the knot in your core tighten at the salty taste of him.

With your hand wrapped around the base of him, you wait patiently, knowing you don’t need to give him a command now. You do hate repeating yourself, and he knows better by now.

“Please,” He asks, voice hoarse and head falling back against the pillows. You hum, and lean forward the few inches you need to. Your tongue traces the underside of his cock, from base to tip, drawing the most wretched moan out of him. “Gods!”

“I want your words, love.” You insist, letting him feel your faint breaths on his sensitive skin.

Ivar swallows thickly, licking his lips and opening his mouth a few times before he manages any words.

“Please…take me in your mouth, please, please, I-…”

His words die in a hoarse shout, and Ivar’s back arches off the bed when you finally take his cock in your mouth.

The red silk is striking against his wrists, and it keeps him in place dutifully. Still, as a reminder, your hand travels from his hip to the center of his chest, and you push him back with as little strength as you need.

Ivar falls back obediently, breaths fast and desperate, chest rising and falling so quickly under your hand you feel a pang of heat go through you.

And now you don’t bother teasing him, your head moving up and down expertly, drawing pleas and moans and whimpers from him. Your jaw aches a bit, but you continue, trying your best to take all of him; and you go on for long enough that his head lolls to the side and he can only tremble with each expert move of your head, lips parted and a broken litany of hurried breaths leaving him.

Another drag of your nails over the sensitive skin of his chest, and he complies with your wordless command.

“Please…”

You hum around him, and Ivar threatens to rise off the bed with the arch of his back, and he shouts your name. He is getting close.

But you pull away.

“No!” His head turns, searching blindly for you, and he tugs helplessly at the bindings on his wrists, “No, no, no, please, I-I want to come.”

“And you will,” You promise, biting your lip as you take him in. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his hands are curved into helpless fists and still kept immobile by the red silk, his perfect lips are parted and gasping. You don’t bother resisting the urge, and as you crawl your way back up his body you kiss and bite at the skin you find, before claiming his mouth, tasting yourself and letting Ivar taste himself too. He surrenders so easily, so pliantly, so obediently to your kiss, that it makes the knot of heat at your core tighten. When you pull away, you finish, “But after I’ve had my fun.”

“Please,” He intones, head falling once again back against the pillows. And as your hand settles comfortably at the base of his throat, Ivar only swallows, and his breathing becomes more labored, if possible. And you delight yourself in moments like these, where the only words he can remember are please and your name, where he surrenders completely to you, when you have him completely yours, mindless and overwhelmed and desperate. “Please, I-…please, love.”

You cannot help yourself, and you lean forward and kiss him, sealing his pleas against your lips. Ivar moans against your mouth, and it sends a pang of heat through you to hear him wordlessly beg, to hear how desperate he is for the pleasure only you can give him.

There’s still the taste of you in his mouth, and you taste it when your tongue demands entrance to his mouth, that he freely gives, as freely as he gives all of himself to you.

You part from the kiss, and he tilts his head as if trying to chase the feel of your mouth. You chuckle, and decide to take pity -or torture him further, you don’t think there’s much of a difference between them right now- and trail your mouth over his skin.

You trail down his jaw as your hand settles on his chest that rises and falls sharply, and stop near his heart, feeling its quickened beat with a dark pride surging through you. You did this, you make him feel like this.

You bite down softly at the sensitive skin of his neck as two words ring in your head, sounding like Ivar’s own hoarse and pleading voice: only you.

Still, you had a point to make, and after letting your tongue run a slow path up towards that spot under his ear that makes him shiver, you whisper, “Slow down, love, I am nowhere near done with you. You need to calm that breathing of yours.”

Ivar huffs, somewhere in between a laugh and a whine.

“You’re not making it easy,” He quips. Your previously soft touch turns sharper, and you drag your nails down his chest, making sure to get close enough to his nipple to make him arch off the bed, “Ah!”

“Don’t talk back,” You warn sternly, but you betray a smile at the way he swallows thickly, a choked moan kept at bay by stubborn lips that press together. You grab his chin in your hand, and force his lips to part. “And don’t keep any of those pretty sounds of yours from me, Ivar. I want to hear you.”

After a tremulous breath, he asks, voice quiet, “Why?”

You know him well enough to know when he is not-so-subtly asking for praise, and while at any other time you would make him use clear words -and pretty pleas- to earn that praise, tonight you indulge.

“Because I love the sound of your voice,” You tell him softly by his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just long enough to make him shiver, “All those lovely sounds you make for me, they make me so wet, make me want you so much.

You notice his breathing slowed down a bit, and the smile that curves his lips is almost bashful, almost boyish. The gentle warmth of being praised, of being reminded of how wanted and loved and desired he is.

So, you continue, softly, lowly,

“You’re so perfect, love, and you sound so good when you beg, when you moan my name,” As if compelled, as if under a spell, Ivar says your name, a prayer leaving his lips in a low sigh. “I always want to hear you.”

He takes in your words, parted lips that still sport the faintest of smiles.

“I…I want you,” He tells you, and your eyes are drawn to his arms where they strain faintly against the bindings that keep him from touching you. Ivar insists, “Closer. Please.”

“How close, love?” You tease, even as you move to straddle him again, feeling the insistent press of his cock against you. His breathing starts becoming labored again, and you smile, “You want to make me come, Ivar? You think you can?”

“Fuck,” He groans through gritted teeth as you hold yourself over him, one hand low on his stomach, aching to grab a hold of him and guide him inside you. “Y-Yes, I can. I…I want to.”

You offer no words, but with painful slowness, that tortures both you and him, you take him inside you. Feeling the satisfying stretch of his cock inside you, you start moving, slowly at first.

Before long the pleasure builds, and as you move faster and faster above him, you lift one hand from his chest to use your fingers where you’re connected to bring yourself closer to the edge.

Even though he can’t see you, knowing you’re touching yourself as you ride him makes Ivar strin agains the silk bindings, and his breathing shakes and trembles as it leaves his lips.

“T-Tell me, what you’re doing, I-…please.” He begs, one last whisper of please following the low moan of his name you let out before answering.

“You like knowing I can make use of you to make myself feel good, don’t you?” You taunt, your words interrupted by a moan of your own. Your breathing is fast, and your thighs tremble, but you still talk, voice rough and low, “You like it when I have you helpless underneath me, and I make myself come using your body however I want,” Muttered curses and low moans of affirmation are his answer, and you continue, “Hmm, and I like having you for me to do as I please, mine.”

Ivar’s voice raises with a mix of pleas and desperate calls of your name, and seeing him lose himself in you, in the pleasure only you give him, makes you go higher, higher, until you lose yourself.

The aftershocks that travel through you like electricity leave you frozen in time for a few breaths, heart beating fast in your ears and your head tilted back, still feeling him deep inside you, desperate for release.

You start moving again slowly, but before long you pick up the pace, and your hands that previously soothed and caressed now are the sharp but still gentle drag of your nails over his skin, making him shiver and whimper.

“Come for me, Ivar,” You order, a sharp movement of your hips, a conscious tightening of your muscles around him. He gasps, “I want you to come for me.”

His body is pulled tight, a show of restraint in more ways than one, and he still has it in him for one last plea,

“Kiss me.”

The moment your lips press against his, a desperate moan rumbles its way through his chest, and you tighten further around him.

Your mouth moves softly over his, the sharp contrast of your fast movements above him, and with a sharp cry of your name he parts from your kiss, brow pressed against yours, breaths almost one.

Greedy eyes rake over his features as Ivar’s face contorts in pleasure, as perfect, kiss-bitten lips form around the shape of your name over and over as he lets go.

And it is in this, in the way he gives all of himself to you, in the way he surrenders, in the way he becomes yours, in the way he gives in to the pull of the current ant trusts you to take him safely to shore; that you lose your breath, your thought, your heart.

One of your hands stays intertwined with his, the other finding purchase on his chest to keep you moving. And your movements slow down as he comes down, your kisses become more reverent as his body relaxes further and further.

In between soft presses of your lips, you whisper your praise, your reassurance of how well he did, of how happy he made you.

He offers half-formed responses and smiles that look a little mad, but he still sighs your name when you promise I love you against his lips, and that is enough reassurance for you.

Keeping as much of you pressed against him as possible, you reach up and tug on the fastening of red silk, his arm falling limply to the bed, now that there’s no bindings keeping it up. You smile, and reach for the other one, repeating the same steps.

One of your hands runs back and forth over his upper arm as you press a few kisses to the side of his jaw and under his ear.

Ivar hums, happy and content, and you smile against his skin.

“You good, love?”

He hums again, blindly turning to you and tilting his head, expecting the kiss you readily give. You kiss him, softly and lovingly, your hand still absently running over his skin, touching him wherever you can reach, a comfort for him as much as for you.

You tell him quietly that you are going to remove the blindfold, and Ivar nods, a small mumble of thanks to your warning.

“I want to see you,” He demands, and this time when his voice trembles it only makes you cold. You freeze and lift your hands off of him. He sucks in a sharp breath when he doesn’t feel you against him anymore though, “D-Don’t, don’t l-leave me here, don’t-…love, I-…”

Your hands cup his face, and you quieten his panicked words with your touch. Your heart beats wildly in your chest and you hope he doesn’t notice how your hands tremble.

“Ivar, I’m here. Not going anywhere,” You promise, fingers reaching up to skim over the edge of the blindfold, “Do you want me to take this off?”

He nods, a little frantically, “I want to see you. I don’t…I-I can’t know what you’re thinking. You can see me and I, uh, I can’t know what you’re-…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You whisper, your hand reaching for the back of his head only to be stopped by his own hand gripping onto your wrist.

Wide eyes look at his hand and find only reddened skin, the rope dangling uselessly from the headboard. Ivar’s grip on you is not too tight, but it still speaks of urgency, and you choose not to focus on how easily he broke past your bindings, instead leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the back of the hand that now holds on to you.

“Tell me you love me.” He asks, voice trembling even as he grits his teeth.

Your heart lurches in your chest, and past the need to reassure him, past the instinct to soothe and keep safe you feel a dreaded seed of fear at the tip of your stomach.

“I love you, Ivar, of course I do,” You whisper vehemently, a caress of your free hand on the side of his face, “Nothing changed since I put this on you, sweetheart. Let me look into your eyes and prove it to you.”

You take off the blindfold, and there’s the faint trace of moisture on the corners of his eyes, and your chest pulls tight. But you hold your ground, soft touches as you bring him back to you, back to the certainty and the steadiness of just the two of you.

Pale blue eyes blink a few times before focusing on you, and you cannot stop yourself from making them fall shut once again by leaning close and kissing him, softly and slowly.

A small sound leaves Ivar’s lips as you pull away, somewhere between a complaint and a moan.

“You did so well,” You tell him, a kiss over the corner of his mouth, “This was so fun,” Another kiss, this time on the old scar on his cheekbone. Leaning a bit further back, enough to meet his eyes and smile at him, you tell him, “I’ll be right back.”

A quick trip to the bathroom to get everything in order, and on the way back you grab a bottle of water, taking a few grateful sips as you walk back to the bed. You hand it to Ivar when you return, and he thanks you with a tilt of his head.

You allow yourself to relax against him after he discards the bottle on the nightstand, sighing against his still heated skin.

A small hum of contentment, his hand falling over the arm you draped over his chest, in the barely-there tightening of his grip on you a request for you to get closer.

When you do, Ivar closes the distance and kisses you again, intensity behind the press of his lips on yours even if there’s the undercurrent of being satiated and too-tired to start over in each of his movements. And yours, if you’re honest.

“Thank you.” He tells you quietly, and it is for more than it seems, so you only smile and shake your head.

“Thank you, love.”

He huffs a laugh, turning on his side and you do the same. Ivar lifts one hand to move your hair away from your face, and your eyes are drawn to the faint marks the silk left on his skin, seeing them as yours as the bite marks on his neck and chest, as the trails of pink your nails left on his skin.

“I love you.” He tells you, quietly. It always is a secret, the way the three words leave his lips. Thankfully, long gone is the fear of rejection that used to coat the admission at the beginning, but there’s still a hesitation to it, a shakiness.

And so he always says it like the last words before a dream is to shatter, like the unwavering promise that still carries the irrational fear of happiness is nothing.

“And I love you.” You tell him, moving even closer and accepting the request his hand at the back of your head insists on, tilting your head back and meeting his kiss again.

You lose yourself in the soft and languid feel of Ivar’s kiss, quiet and content and finding solace in the simple feeling of each other’s skin. When you part you are on your back, and he holds himself above you on his elbow.

With one last kiss and a soft press of his brow against yours, Ivar leans his weight on you, moving so that his head rests against your chest, his arm secure around your waist.

With one hand absently tracing his back and the other going up and down the arm that he wrapped around you, you lose track of time.

“You are…” He stops, adjusts himself on his place, before trying again, “You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you know? And I don’t mean because of this, I mean…” Ivar sighs, a barely-there moment where his arm holds you to him a little tighter, and confesses, “I had never known what it was like to feel…safe, loved, before you.”

“Ivar…”

He lifts his head slightly, looks at you, offers you a smile that is a little crooked, as if he isn’t making your heart tremble in your chest.

“You know this already, it shouldn’t surprise you. And you know me, and you love me,” There’s an edge of wonder in his voice when he says that. He looks into your eyes, and promises quietly, “I thank the Gods for you, ever since that first day,” His smile turns surer, a little mad, “I’ll spend the rest of my life with you, woman.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And what about what I want?” You tease, fingers running through his loose hair.

He goes along with your game, and there’s a shine in his eyes that speaks of familiar defiance.

“Contrary to what you seem to think, princess, I don’t like being denied.”

“I never deny you,” You retort, a light chuckle on your lips, “I just…delay.”

“Hm, I don’t like delays either.”

“I know, you’re too impatient. That’s why I have those.” You motion with your head to the red silk ribbons that hang from the headboard.

Ivar chuckles quietly, but says nothing against it, dropping his head against your chest again and sighing.

Your smile doesn’t dim, even if it becomes softer, move lovesick. You press a kiss over his hair, and with the solid but comfortable weight of him against you, you close your eyes.

____ ____ ____

Hi, thank you for reading! I hope this was okay! Would love to hear your thoughts on this one! Love ya!

Btw, the title is in reference to Fenrir’s Binding with Gleipnir, which is supposed to  be “soft and smooth as a silken ribbon, but (..) sure and strong” (Gylfaginning). I took it to mean the underlying aspects of submission, especially with a gentler domme (how when you tie him up with something he can break easily, it is something stronger than that silk what’s keeping him from breaking free. Same thing with any act of submission, it doesn’t necessarily have to involve bondage of course), and also to refer to the Ivar himself when in that submissive position. Anyway, yes, for that heretic take the Gods probably frown down upon me.

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[midnightsnyx]

Forever After All - Mat Barzal: part 2

summary: three years after a devastating break up, you wake up one morning in an unfamiliar apartment next to the man you thought was the love of your life: Mat Barzal. Is it a dream or a second chance? 

a/n: here is part 2! i have no idea how many parts this will be cause i have many plans and ideas for it. so i kinda want to explain something about the fic so it makes sense. the reader remembers the past, her breakup with Mat and what happened but when she woke up in the first part of this story, she obviously thinks she’s dreaming because Mat is there and she can’t remember what everybody is talking about regarding the previous days. im going to write some flashbacks (there’s one in this part) to give some backstory on what exactly happened. not sure if my explanation makes sense lol but yeah i wanted to try to explain it before you guys read this part!  anyway, i hope you guys like this!

word count: 2.2k warnings: none

forever after all masterpost

Part 2

You’re late for lunch because you spent nearly three hours picking through every inch of the apartment trying to get some answers because seriously, what the hell is going on? Everything you found was foreign and you couldn’t remember anything. Pictures, clothes, jewelry that you figured were from Mat that you had zero recollection of owning were neatly placed in the apartment you and Mat must be sharing.

So you’re not surprised when Hayden gives you her look. It could turn someone to stone but you’ve become immune to it through the years of your friendship. “You’re late.”

You pointedly look around the diner and raise a brow. “So is Jasper.”

She wrinkles her nose and shrugs. “Good point, I suppose.” Then she grins and looks at you expectantly. “So, how was last night?”

“Uh… last night?” You question because of course you have no idea what could’ve happened the previous night. You’re hoping she will fill in some of the blanks without being suspicious.

“Yours and Mat’s anniversary dinner?” She squints her eyes at you and then looks down at your hands that are neatly folded on the table. “And why aren’t you wearing it?”

You feel your entire body go cold and you know without seeing yourself that you look like a deer in headlights. “Wearing what?”

“The ring?” She says slowly and then her face drains of colour. “oh god, you guys didn’t break up did you? You two are like…” she waves her hands wildly. “The couple. This could break-”

You cut her off before she can stress herself out too much even through you’re still trying to process the current information. “We didn’t break up. I just…” you scramble your brain to come up with an excuse. “forgot to put it back on. After my shower.”

How the hell did you miss an engagement ring when you were going through your apartment?

“Okay, so how was last night? I want all the details. You know he’s been planning it for weeks.”

“Planning what?” Another voice says before you can answer. You look to your left to see Jasper sliding in the chair next to Hayden.

“Mat and Y/N’s anniversary dinner.” She explains and he grins.

“Oh, do tell. We need all the details.”

Great. They want all the details from a night you don’t remember.

You take a moment to figure out what to say. You don’t know if Hayden knew any of what Mat’s plans were so you can’t make something up completely.

“It was nice. You know what Mat’s like, he went all out.” You say because thinking back, when the two of you were together he had a tendency to go overboard. You knew it was his way of making up for being gone so often.

Hayden raises an eyebrow. “Awfully skimpy on the specifics.” you think she’s going to pry more but she just shrugs and smiles. “I’m sure it was lovely though.”

“It was.”

Jasper grins. “Good, ‘cause I don’t know if I could beat him in a fight.”

The smile you send back is forced because there’s so much information being thrown at you and you don’t know how to handle it. You just want whatever this is to be over.

Whatever it is, is messing with you and you’re not sure how much more you can take because it’s just reminding you of what you lost all those years ago.

. . .

After lunch you drive aimlessly through some of the neighborhoods on the island in attempt to clear your mind. There are aspects to what you’ve learned from Jasper and Hayden about your relationship with Mat that make sense. The ring caught you off guard but something that you knew after the two of you broke up was that he was planning on proposing.

It was a conversation you and Jasper had while you were grieving over your breakup. Your friends had been the rock you needed and listened when you needed to vent and were the shoulder to cry on. He showed up at your apartment at three in the morning when you’d called him crying with some chocolate and takeout in hand and the two of you had a heart to heart.

“Sam’s not mad I dragged you out of bed three in the morning is he?”

“Nah,” Jasper said. “He gets it.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. You knew the history Jasper had with dating and how understanding Sam was when they got together. He was the first guy who had the patience to deal with Jasper’s baggage and you were so grateful your best friend had found a guy who was deserving of him.

The two of you were quiet for a while, eating in silence and watching whatever movie he had put on.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked quietly and you nodded without looking up.

“He had a ring.”

It was in that moment that it felt like the entire world stopped. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like you were drowning.

“He kind of asked for my permission? I don’t know. It was weird. I guess because he couldn’t ask a father figure in your life.”

When you felt like you could speak, you asked, “what did you tell him?”

“I told him that if he was going to give you that ring, he’d better be one hundred percent certain because I knew that if he proposed and then the two of you broke up, it was something you wouldn’t be able to get over. I told him not to hurt you.” He looked at you sadly and you’d realized there were thick tears making your cheeks wet. “I’m sorry.”

You just nodded and looked down at your left hand where there may have been a ring if things were different.

But they weren’t and there was no way you could have changed it.

. . .

You pull into the parking lot of yours and Mat’s apartment and slowly make your way in to the building. You didn’t notice his car so it’s probable that he isn’t home yet. You are glad because you want to find that engagement ring Hayden told you about.

You thought you searched everywhere but it was conveniently sitting on the bathroom counter. It’s beautiful and exactly the kind of ring you had always dreamed about which makes sense because this is a dream.

Sliding it on your ring finger, you examine it in the bright bathroom lighting. It somehow feels like it’s meant to be there while simultaneously feeling like it weighs a ton. Standing there for what feels like hours, staring at it, you nearly jump when you hear the front door open and close loudly. Mat calls out your name and you try to collect yourself because you can’t act as weird as you were this morning. You need to act normal until you figure out what exactly is going on.

“Babe?” He calls again and you hear his footsteps approaching the bathroom you’re in.

You ignore the way your voice cracks when you answer. “Yeah?”

He stops in the doorway and the smile he gives you takes your breath away. It’s painful how easy this feels - standing here with him in the apartment.

“How was lunch?” He asks, walking towards you and taking your left hand in his. His thumb runs across the engagement ring and the way he’s looking at you distracts you long enough that he raises an eyebrow, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Clearing your throat, you smile. “It was nice. They asked about last night.” You say, hoping he might give away some details.

“It wasn’t too much was it? I know how you feel about making a big deal over occasions but I couldn’t help myself.”

Helpful. You want to say but he’s looking at you expectantly so you wrap your arms around him and hide your face in his chest to hide the disappointment on your face. “No, it was perfect.”

You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head when he slides his arms around your waist. It’s so familiar, being held in his arms that it makes you want to cry because as much as you tried to move on after your breakup, you missed this. You missed him.

“Still coming to the game tonight?” He mumbles in to your hair and you just nod, knowing your voice will probably give away how close you are to tears. You step back and turn towards the shower.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You tell him even though you’d showered this morning. You need to distance yourself from him to clear your head.

“Cool. I’m going to make some food, are you hungry or still full from lunch?”

“I can eat.” You say, reaching out to turn the shower on. When you’re satisfied with the temperature, you turn to look at him. Despite the affection you’ve shown him, you’re not ready to undress in front of him even though he’s seen you without clothes a million times when you were dating.

But this is different.

“You okay with some eggs and bacon? I know it’s a little late but that’s what I’m feeling.”

“I think it’s actually ‘cause you don’t know how to cook anything else.” You tease, laughing when he pouts.

“I’m wounded, Y/N.” He says, placing a hand over his heart and you can tell he’s holding back a smile. You walk towards his and give him a small push.

“Go make food.”

“Yes ma’am,” he grins, leaning down to kiss you before leaving the bathroom.You close and lock the door behind him, quickly stripping and hopping in to the shower. Knowing Mat will take quite a bit of time cooking, you let yourself stand under the hot water longer than normal and try to calm your mind.

It works pretty well because you are fairly clear minded when you finally go out to the kitchen. He’s just finishing cooking and you sit at the table while he dishes up the food. He sits across from you and you listen as he rambles on about how practice was and you try not to zone out but you can’t help it.

Sitting here with him with your feet resting on top of his and him insisting on holding one of your hands while you eat makes your heart ache.

Part of you still wants whatever is going on to end so you can go back to your old life but the selfish part of you wants to stay forever because you have Mat back and everything feels so perfect with him and you almost think you can forget about the past and the horrible break up between the two of you. This past day alone feels like one of the best days you’ve had in forever and it’s not even over. You’re almost afraid to go to bed tonight not knowing what you will wake up to.

If this is a dream, it’s going to break your heart to wake up and you don’t know how much more pain your heart can handle.

So for now, you let yourself savor this moment and try to forget everything about the past. You let yourself be excited for the Islanders game you’re going to tonight and you let yourself lay down with Mat after you eat and watch him after he falls asleep for his pregame nap. You stare at his features, running your fingers softly over his face trying to commit everything to memory, scared for if you fall asleep, he’ll be gone when you wake.

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Part of Your World - Chapter 6

Ben!Prince Eric x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Prince Ben is trying to escape an arranged marriage. A young mermaid wants to escape the sea. Their paths cross and they may just be what the other is looking for.

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Word Count: 5k

A/N: Okay, I can’t believe I’m updating this early but hey, it happens, lol. This is the last part, y’all. Thank you so much for the love and support for this story. I’ve had an absolute BLAST with it.

Warning(s): Mild descriptions of violence

Moodboard

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Chapter 6 here we go!!!

Behati started toward the harbor, but stopped herself. In her panic, she nearly forgot her own curse. But she had to get to you somehow, and tell the crew. They needed to set a course right away if they were going to catch Sycoria and save Ben. But what could she do? There was no one around, and she was trapped. 

She looked back out to the water, hoping against all odds that Ben would emerge and make his way back to the shore. He didn’t.

You woke with sun peeking in through the curtains, but feeling oddly chilly. You quickly realized it was because Ben was not beside you. Your brow furrowed and you grew worried. Had he come home at all? Was he up already and hadn’t said anything to you? Had something happened to him? 

You sat up and stretched, talking yourself down off the ledge. It was more likely that Ben had decided to stay on the ship with Behati. He had mentioned several times during the day how sorry he felt that she was alone while all of you were off on your trip. He must have wanted to keep her company. You began to dress, convincing yourself that Ben was on the ship. He had to be. He would not just abandon you. 

You came into the corridor and were immediately bombarded by people. It was the crew, all embracing you and clapping you on the back and shouting, though you couldn’t make out any of their words. It was clear they were celebrating, but you were clueless as to what. 

“One day, and he’s already proposed!” Ari said as they all settled. “You must have really gotten through to him, Y/N!”

Who? You asked. What are you talking about?

“Ben, of course!” Sharna replied. “The news has spread all over town, the prince has decided to marry!”

Marry? You questioned. He didn’t even kiss me!

Their faces fell as they exchanged puzzled looks. 

“Is he not with you now?” Ari asked. 

You shook your head. I was just going to head to the ship to find him.

“Something’s not right,” she replied. “We’ll come with you. Let’s see if the captain knows anything.”

You nodded. Together, you all headed toward the harbor. The sound of Behati screaming made you all race the rest of the way. You found her between two soldiers who were trying to remove her from her ship. She was struggling wildly - with impressive strength - and you understood why. She could not touch land.

“Hey!” Ari shouted. 

The crew jumped into action, crossing swords with the squad of soldiers, who relented quickly. They were outnumbered in seconds. You and Ari stood between Behati and the men. 

“What’s the meaning of this?” Ari demanded. “Who are you?”

“I am Major Archer,” the leader replied with a huff. “And as I explained to your captain, she is under arrest.” 

“On what charges?” asked Kay. 

“Kidnapping the prince!” Major Archer replied. 

“I’m telling you, I don’t have him!” Behati spat back. “Search the ship if you like!”

You whirled around to face her. He’s not here?

She shook her head. “No. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“The prince has been safely returned to the custody of the Navy,” Major Archer interrupted. “He and his fiance told us everything.”

“Fiance?” Kay returned. 

“Lady Eleanor Manderly,” Archer said. “She rescued him from the beach last night. According to the prince, he had just barely managed to escape you all, ran into her, and she helped him to the base. She proved to us she had his gratitude and had won his heart when she was able to present his ring.” 

“If we really kidnapped him, do you think we would have let him go with anything valuable?” Behati challenged. “Besides, it’s like I told you. Ben came with us willingly. He begged to be allowed on my ship because I don’t normally permit the presence of men.”

“Even someone as useful as the prince?” Archer scoffed. “Likely story. You’re all under arrest.”

“Hold on, where is Ben now?” Ari asked. “And this Lady Eleanor?”

“Why, they’re on their wedding ship,” Archer said. “It set sail this morning, and they will be married by sundown. The prince insisted.”

Your chest got tight, as if someone was sitting on it. Tears sprang to your eyes. This had to be what Calla warned you about - Sycoria’s plan involving you and the prince. She had bewitched him, and you were doomed. Your life was closing in around you.

“We’re not going with you,” Behati said firmly. “Ben is being manipulated, and we won’t stand for it.” 

“Well, I don’t see how you have any choice in the matter,” Archer said. “The prince ordered all of you to be arrested and hanged for piracy and kidnapping.”

“I don’t see how you can arrest all of us,” Behati replied. She retrieved her pistol and pointed directly between his eyes. “You’re outnumbered and outmatched.”

She had a fair point. There were only seven of the soldiers there, while the crew was almost thirty. Even if the numbers were the same, Behati’s crew were some of the most skilled fighters in the kingdom. 

“Get off my ship,” she ordered. “Or I’ll put this bullet between your eyes.”

She cocked the hammer to show she was serious. Archer’s eyes went wide as an owl’s. He gulped loudly.

“Alright, then, we’ll stand down,” he said. “But we’ll be back, Behati -”

“Captain Behati,” she corrected. 

“We’ll be back,” he repeated. “With reinforcements. You will stand trial.”

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

They left. Behati lowered her weapon and faced the crew. 

“Raise the anchor!” she barked. “Release the sails, we’ve got to get as much speed as possible if we’re going to catch them!”

Everyone jumped into action, you included, while Behati went to the helm. She was already turning the rudder to get the ship turned out of the harbor. The wind picked up in the sails. Slowly, it began to move.

“Captain, where are we headed?” Ari asked. 

“To Sycoria’s lair,” Behati answered. “I saw her take Ben from the beach last night. He went into the water, where she must have bewitched him further. I can’t say how they made it to the naval base and back out without anyone seeing, but it must be more magic. All I know is that she has no intention of marrying Ben. She just needs to run out the clock.”

“Run out the clock?” Ari questioned further. 

“Y/N’s clock,” Behati said. She looked at you. “Can I tell them?”

You still felt rather shaky, but nodded. They deserved to know if they were going to risk themselves to help your case. Behati explained it all as the crew worked. They seemed to understand, and began to work harder, taking on more of a sense of urgency. Because come sunset, you might no longer exist. Your heart pounded against your ribcage. There was no way you had enough time.

When you got past the harbor, the wind was much stronger. Behati instructed Kay and Sharna to check the speed. They went to the side, Sharna releasing the rope and Kay keeping time. Kay called it and then Sharna looked at the rope. 

“5 knots!” she shouted to Behati. 

The captain frowned. 

“That’s not nearly fast enough,” she said. “Ari, why aren’t the topsails down?” 

“Max says the wind is too strong,” Ari explained. “The ship can’t handle it.”

“Release them!” Behati demanded. “This is Ben we’re talking about! We don’t have time to waste! We need to get to at least 7 knots if we’re to catch them by sundown!”

Ari gave the order. The main and fore topsails came down and caught the wind. The ship lurched forward, rocking heavily with the abrupt change in speed. You held on to the side as you struggled to remain standing. You thought the ship might heave over, or the masts might snap, but neither happened. The helmswoman rotated sharply, and the ship evened out. You let out a quiet breath of relief. 

“Sharna, what’s our speed?” Behati called. 

Sharna and Kay ran their drill again. When Kay called time, Sharna beamed. 

“Seven knots, Captain!” she cried excitedly. 

“Excellent!” Behati replied. 

Sharna and Kay climbed back on deck and got right back to work. Behati came over to you. She placed a hand on your shoulder and held your gaze. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get him back, Y/N,” she said. “For your sake, and the kingdom’s.”

You nodded firmly. You wanted to cry, to lose yourself to the despair that this was your final day. You had risked it all and won nothing. But you had all the faith in the world in Behati. 

Once the ship was on course, it was difficult to distract yourself from your worry. All you could think about was Ben. The sun began to curve lower in the sky, and you felt your stomach drop. It was getting into the afternoon, when Lily Bones shouted from the crow’s nest. 

“Sails!” she cried. “Sails! We’re gaining on them!”

Behati ran to the bow, nearly throwing herself overboard, and snatched up her looking glass. She peered through it to get a better look at the ship. You could see it too, but couldn’t make out anything significant. 

“It’s the Ranger,” Behati said. “Captain Barlow’s ship, and one of the fastest in the Royal Navy. He’s the worst about cracking down on pirates. No wonder Sycoria picked it for the wedding vessel.” 

You really know your stuff, you signed. 

“You learn quickly in this job,” she replied. “How are you feeling?”

I don’t know, you signed. How much time until we reach them?

“About two hours,” she said. “I know that’s cutting it close, but we have some time, Y/N.” 

I just hope it’s enough.

As you got closer, you also approached land. Apparently, Captain Barlow was taking the couple into a bay that lay through an inlet. There were no cities or towns nearby, which you guessed Sycoria had also carefully chosen. She was not only going to dispose of you, but also Ben and the entire crew aboard the Ranger. 

This is getting out of hand, you signed. Why would she take all these people out just to spite me?

“I don’t think it’s about you, Y/N,” Behati said. “Not that you aren’t a prize or anything, but there’s something more she wants. Your father is probably her likely target. She wants to draw him out, I’m sure of it.”

My father doesn’t know anything about this, you told her. What makes her so sure this would work?

“I’m not sure,” Behati said. “But get ready. We’ll be there before you know it.” 

That proved to be true. You approached the Ranger as the sun was just about to touch the horizon. Only, as you approached, you saw that they were ready for a fight. The cannons were loaded and aimed, the sailors on deck had their rifles at the ready. As Behati’s ship came to a stop astride the Ranger, your stomach did a flip. You had a clear view of Ben, standing at an altar with a woman you had never seen before in a white gown. But her eyes gave her away. Her irises were a bright, vivid purple. She sneered at you when you caught her gaze. 

“Arrived, have you?” Sycoria taunted. 

An eerie sight struck you. All the crewmen and sailors, even the captain, had purple irises as well. Ben’s beautiful green eyes were also gone, replaced with purple. It was frightening.

“Sycoria,” Behati said. “Release these men and the prince and we might just let you live.”

“Oh, Behati,” Sycoria chuckled. “I know that isn’t true. You’ve been hunting me far too long. But you won’t get past them. Men, open fire!”

Behati and her crew ducked, but you did not. You stood up on the side of the ship, grabbed a rope, and swung yourself over to the Ranger, right over the heads of the sailors, who were still shooting toward Behati. 

“Y/N!” she screamed. “Are you out of your mind?!”

You didn’t answer her. You jumped, ducked, and dodged your way through the crew, your focus solely on Sycoria. She would not have Ben. Even if you didn’t live through this, she was not going to kill him. Her eyes went wide as she saw you sprinting toward her. She tried to move, but her dress was too heavy, and you tackled her to the deck. 

“Get off me!” she yelped. 

She struggled against you as you struck out at her with your fists, reaching for the necklace which seemed to hold the power she had over all these men. She swatted you away at every turn, until finally, after distracting her with one hand, you snatched the necklace with the other. You hurled it into the side of the ship, where it shattered. Gold and purple smoke emitted from the pieces. 

Sycoria threw you off of her and scrambled for the necklace, desperately trying to put them back together. You watched as all the men stopped what they were doing, grabbing their heads, as if recovering from a headache. You got to your feet, and went to Ben, whose eyes were their lovely familiar shade of green, but he looked utterly confounded. 

“Where am I?” he wondered. “Y/N? What’s going on?”

You started to reply, but two whiffs of smoke swirled in front of you. The purple one wrapped around your legs. The gold around your neck. You felt a strange heat where it made contact with you. Your vision went white, and you instinctively reached out for Ben. You thought you heard him call your name, but you couldn’t be sure. You were suddenly on the ground again. You tried to pull your legs up, but as your vision returned, you realized, your legs were gone! Replaced with your old tail. 

“Ben, I’m sorry,” you said, your voice cracking. 

Your voice had returned! He knelt down beside you.

“Y/N, you’re a - hold on - were you the one who saved me the day I got shot?” he questioned. 

“I am,” you told him. “I should have told you sooner, but I never felt like it was the right - AGH!”

Sycoria had slithered over to you, returned to her true form as well, laughing in that wicked way that sent a chill up your spine. She grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you away. 

“You’re too late!” she shouted with glee. “The little mermaid princess is coming with me!”

You tried to wrench free to no avail. 

“Ben, I -” 

She cut you off again, this time taking you overboard. You let out a scream as you fell into the water. 

“NO!” Ben bellowed. “Y/N!” 

“Your highness, what are you doing?! The pirates!” Captain Barlow called. 

Behati and her crew had boarded the ship, and were already well into swashbuckling with the sailors. 

“Stop attacking them!” Ben ordered, tugging his coat off. “If you want to live, you’ll get them to help!” 

“But, sire, where are you going?” Captain Barlow returned. 

“I’m getting my girl,” Ben said, drawing his dagger. 

Then, he jumped over the edge. 

“Your highness!” Captain Barlow yelled.

“You heard him,” Behati said. “Work with us, Barlow.”

He frowned, mulling it over. “Yes, well...alright.”

“That’s the spirit,” Behati teased.

In the water, you and Sycoria were still clawing at each other. You just wanted to get away so you could explain to Ben. You needed him to understand. 

Ben was swimming hard. He focused on his task instead of how long he could hold his breath because if he thought about it, he would only realize he needed air. He spotted Sycoria and you entangled in each other and he kicked down, forcing himself deeper. 

He reached Sycoria and slashed at her arm with his dagger. Blood spurted out from the contact and the sea witch growled with pain. It did the job. She released you. 

“Ben, no!” you cried. “You can’t breathe down here!”

He knew this, and was starting back toward the surface already. But Sycoria’s eel servant was quicker. He wrapped himself around Ben so that the prince couldn’t move his limbs. The dagger slipped out of his hand. You swam for it, snatching it out of the water. Then you hurtled toward the eel. 

Ben was battling fiercely to remain conscious. He already couldn’t see, but his eyes were going steadily black as he lost oxygen. His mouth fell open and bubbles emerged. You drove the knife right into the eel’s face. It screeched and relaxed its hold on Ben. 

You grabbed Ben around the chest and swam as fast as you could toward the surface. Sycoria let out a mournful cry and pursued you. 

You swam faster. You didn’t have time to waste fighting her anymore. You had to get Ben some air. His body was becoming limp in your grip, and your heart began to break. What if you didn’t make it in time? 

You burst through the surface, and you hoped to hear him suck in a mouthful of air. But he didn’t. Water dribbled out of his mouth, and then he began to cough. You let out a sigh of relief. He was alive. 

“Bear with me, Ben,” you said to him. 

He opened his eyes. He tried to speak again, but only coughed more, water continuing to drain out of him. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the beach,” you said. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied. 

He was able to swim some, and you made your way to the shore together. Once you reached the sand, Ben crawled out to where the water was only ankle deep, then he helped you to sit next to him. 

“Your voice,” he said. “I...I love it.”

“Thank you,” you replied with a blush. “But you have to let me explain. After I saved you that day you were shot, I knew I had to see you again. But my father wouldn’t allow it. I was desperate so I went to Sycoria.”

“I understand,” he said. “I’m glad you did it. But I feel like there’s something else.”

“We have to share a true love’s kiss,” you said, looking away now. “Or - like Asenora - I turn into sea foam.”

“Well, then,” he said with a smile. “There’s only one thing left.”

“Oh, really?!” you gasped. “Ben, you - you love me?”

He nodded. “So much, Y/N.”

“Oh, I love you too,” you replied earnestly. “I was so hoping you would kiss me yesterday and I didn’t want to -”

He cut you off by putting his finger to your lips. 

“Y/N, we’re sort of on a time limit here,” he said. 

You giggled. He moved his hand and then he began to lean in. The sun was just about to disappear over the water. You were going to make it. Everything was going to be alright.

Suddenly, you felt a jerk, and you were being dragged back into the sea. Sycoria had taken hold of your tail and was lugging you into the waves. Ben dove after you, crawling on his belly and reaching for your hand.

“Ben!” you screamed. 

“Hold on, Y/N!” he cried, grabbing your fingers with his.

He tugged with all his might, but the sea witch had her tentacles around you and was using those as well to bring you to her. One of them she used to cover your mouth. You thrashed and thrashed, but you could not escape her. 

Ben watched in horror as your hand started to disappear, blending in with the white foam just touching the end of the waves. Your fingers went first, then slowly up your arm, to your chest, down your torso, and then your tail. Scale by scale, they turned into bubbles. The last thing to go was your face. Your eyes - full of tears - vanished, and became a part of the sea.

A lump formed in Ben’s throat the size of a chicken egg. He’d failed you. And now you were gone. He looked at the water around him, and the foam clinging to his clothes, and he wondered how much of it was you. He squeezed his eyes shut and a tear slid down his cheek. You were gone. He was so close to saving you, to being with you happily for the rest of his life. And in a fleeting moment, you were lost.

“No,” he said to himself. 

He wasn’t entirely sure what he was denying. Your absence or his own feeling of failure. He was so absorbed in his grief, he didn’t notice Sycoria’s tentacles now wrapping themselves around him, securing their grip, and then slowly pulling him beneath the waves. When his head was almost completely submerged, he began to fight it.

“Don’t worry, little prince,” Sycoria mocked. “You’ll be with your love soon enough!”

“HEY!” screamed Behati from the left. 

Ben and Sycoria turned and saw the captain standing in the water - her legs trembling as they began to crumble beneath her. He held up her pistol, pointing it at Sycoria’s chest.

“I’m the only one who gets to call him little prince,” she snapped. “Die, you wretched bitch.”

She pulled the trigger. Sycoria, shocked that Behati had stepped foot on land for this man, had no time to react. The bullet struck her in the heart. She collapsed into the sea. Ben scrambled out of her grip and went to catch Behati, who was shaking as her body began to shift. 

“No, Behati,” Ben said softly, cradling her in his arms. “You can’t do this, you can’t leave me too.”

“It is done now,” she said weakly. “But I’m afraid it won’t undo the curses...I - I’m so s-sorry, B-ben…”

“What can I do?” he asked, tears falling freely from his eyes now.

“P-put me in the sea,” she rasped. “The one p-place where I a-always belonged…”

Water splashed as Ari and the crew came running over. They took in the scene and Ben saw their emotions shift in their faces.

“She insisted on coming herself,” Ari explained. “We tried to dissuade her, but -”

“Help me,” Ben cut across her gently. “Help me get her in the water.” 

Ari, Kay, and Sharna all stepped forward. Behati’s body was difficult to manage now as it began to disintegrate into the dust Sycoria warned of. Together, they laid her gently into the waves. The tide took her, and she was gone. Same as you. Part of the water. 

“So, I guess we didn’t make it in time for Y/N, either,” Ari said through a sniffle.

“No,” Ben choked out. “S’too late.” 

Ari put a hand on his shoulder. He leaned into her touch. The two people who had taught him the most about love and friendship, who showed him the kind of king - the kind of man - he wanted to be, had slipped through his fingers. He couldn’t begin to imagine life without them. The idea made his heart feel like it was shattering.

He let out a sob wiped at his eyes, not even caring that his hands were coated with sand and salt. A noise from Sycoria brought him out of his haze of grief. She was releasing, slow, rattling breaths, clinging to life.

Ari pressed her pistol into his hand. 

“Finish it,” she said. “Avenge your love and your captain.”

He held her gaze a long moment and then nodded. The chill of the steel was a bit shocking against his warm hand, but he ignored the feeling. He walked slowly over to Sycoria. He saw her fighting for breath, the life draining from her eyes. He didn’t know whether she was able to heal herself with her magic or not, but he wasn’t going to give her the chance. He held the gun to the side of her head and

BANG. 

The sea witch lay absolutely still. Now, it was finished. 

Something in the air shifted, though Ben hardly noticed it. He was numb. Even with Sycoria dead, it didn’t feel like victory. Behati was gone. You were gone. And all his hope had vanished with you.

He started walking toward the sand with no real purpose. Then, he flopped down on the shoreline and let out a cry like a wounded animal. Ari and the rest of the crew all came and surrounded him, wrapping their arms around him, and sharing his sorrow. 

A shadow was approaching the shore from the water, though the shape was not recognizable. Max was the first crew member to notice it, and she tapped Sharna on the shoulder. Sharna turned and watched as the figure came closer and closer. 

“What is it?” Sharna whispered. 

“No idea,” Max replied. 

They continued to watch as the figure finally broke through the surf, dragging something behind it. Then, they saw your face. It was you! You were pulling Behati, who was catching her breath, behind you. 

“Ben!” Max cried. “Ben, Ari, look!” 

Ben and Ari emerged from the crowd and saw you. You were still a mermaid, but helping Behati, who was now on her hands and knees, making her way to the crew. 

“Captain!” the crew cried, and they all raced forward to joyfully embrace her. 

Ben sprinted over to you and lifted you into his arms. He spun around and you laughed - oh how he loved that laugh! He would never again take it for granted. At last, after a turn, he lowered you down enough to kiss you.

His lips were like perfect clouds. You both tasted of salt water, so neither of you noticed it. All you felt was the connection between you soaring. It was real magic. He kissed you until you were breathless. You finally parted for air. 

“Well,” Behati began, amused. “I see you two finally got it together.”

Ben was holding you up so your fins just barely touched the sand.

“There’s still this problem,” you said, using said fins to flick a little sand at her. 

“Yes, with Sycoria dead, the curse is reversed,” she said. “But that won’t make you human.”

“Y/N!” called a voice from the water. 

You all looked out and saw your father, on a rock, looking back at you. 

“Father!” you gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“The whole sea is in an uproar!” he replied. “Merpeople who have been missing for years have returned! And a scout report tells me that Sycoria is dead!”

You nodded toward the sea witch’s corpse. He shook his head sadly. 

“It’s too bad it had to end this way,” he said. 

“Ben, come with me,” you said. “I think it’s time you met my father.”

“I’d love to,” he replied. 

Ben carried you into the water, and you made your way to the sea king. He looked between you and the prince and he almost smiled.

“Father, this is the man I rescued that day you sent me to the outpost,” you said. “This is also the man who killed Sycoria and saved my life.”

“I’m Ben,” Ben said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Thank you, Ben, I’m King Triton” Triton said, extending his hand. “You’ve done us a great service.”

“I’m happy to do anything that keeps Y/N alive and happy,” Ben replied. 

You beamed at him. Your father observed this and let out a sigh. 

“Your majesty, I know we’ve only just met, but I know my feelings,” Ben said. “I love Y/N with my whole heart and I want her to be happy. I believe I can do that for her.”

Triton saw the look in your eyes, and he was reminded of your mother. That was just the way she looked at him. 

“You’re asking for her hand, aren’t you?” Triton asked. 

Ben nodded. “I am.” 

You looked hopefully at the king, begging him with your eyes to grant you this. 

“You’ll take care of her?” Triton wondered. 

“Always,” Ben assured him. 

“Then there’s only one more thing,” Triton sighed. 

“What’s that?” you asked. 

“I’m going to miss you terribly, my girl,” he answered. 

“Oh, Father!” you cried, and you pulled yourself up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you so much!”

Your father smiled at you and then placed his palm to your forehead. You closed your eyes. Your body grew hot, like it did when Sycoria changed you, only this time there was no pain. Your legs came to you naturally and beautifully. This was how you were meant to be.

When you were transformed again, you and Ben grinned wide at each other. You kissed again. Total elation came over you as you realized you would kiss him for the rest of your life. You didn’t mind one bit. 

***

From the bay, Behati and her crew sailed back to the capital to deliver Ben home. There, he would introduce you to his parents. The king granted Behati’s crew a full pardon for all charges of piracy, and put Behati on his council. She had the full Navy at her disposal to find and stop slave traders. 

King James and King Triton arranged an agreement to keep humans and merpeople safe while humans sailed on the oceans. It allowed for contact, but strictly forbade any violence between them. 

You and Ben got married as soon as possible. The union was celebrated everywhere and you could barely remember being happier. You were married on Behati’s ship, with the captain herself serving as the officiant. As you settled into your carriage to go on your honeymoon, you looked at your new husband.

“Ben, do you believe in happily ever after?” you asked. 

“How can I not?” he returned. “It’s right in front of me.”

He leaned over and kissed you sweetly. And so it was, you lived happily ever after. 

THE END

[allovertheplace-writing]

Can I please get an angst scenario with Bradley from Blood in roses? You don't have to make it if you don't want to!! I hope you're healthy ❤❤

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Blood In Roses

Characters: Bradley

Genre: Angst

Type: Scenario

Warnings: Spoilers for his Backstory, ✨Sadness✨

Description: Bradley distances himself after you yell at him

Thank you for the ask! It's been a while since I've written angst so hopefully it's good lol Also, I am doing well! Might be a little ooc just because I haven't played his route for a while ♡

Requests are Opened!

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I yelled at him once, but that was all it took. With his past, I could understand why. The torture he had to endure all because of humans. I've been beating myself up over it and tried to apologize countless of times, but he just ignores me. "I can't believe I did that..!" Yelling to myself, I grip my hair in my hands. I bring my knees to my chest as I slide to the floor, pushing my back against the door to my room. I miss him. I miss how he smiles. I miss how he'd look out for me even though I was human. "I really want him to see I didn't mean it.." Tears rolled down my cheeks, staining them as they dried, only to be run over with fresh droplets.

All the stressing and frustration finally claimed me after three days. I probably should have broken down earlier than this, but I needed to be strong. Slowly down ny breathing, my sobs become little hiccups before settling in my chest. Moving my hands away from my hair, I bring them to my face and wipe the stray tears from my eyes and cheeks. Letting my hands go limp, they fall to the wooden flooring beside me as I begin to think. If he won't listen to what I have to say, what could I do to make him see or know how I feel? Letters..? I could leave them in places he goes. If that doesn't work, then maybe I can do something in the garden.. a picnic?

I could make letters for each day of the week and then the last one on Friday could tell him to go to the garden! Gasping, I shoot up from my position on the ground and hurry over to my desk. Grabbing some paper from the drawer, I set it in the middle of my desk before reaching for my pen. "Alright... now, what should I write?" Letting my question float around, I think about writing how much I adore him. "...no, he'd brush it off.." Rethinking, my thoughts go to poems. If I made my own, they'd be more honest and heartfelt. "I'll give that a try. Just a poem for each day.. expressing my feelings." I take a deep breath and close my eyes, taking a moment to relax a little before diving into my poem.

- Day 1, Monday -

It took me a few hours to write a poem without going overboard, but it's finished and placed at his usual breakfast table here at the hotel. I'm hoping and praying that he doesn't brush it off or throws it away. I kept myself in a corner with a book so I could see how he reacted, a small cup of (tea/coffee) resting on my table. Glancing to the door, I grew worried that he was going to skip breakfast, but he walked in a minute after I thought so. It seemed like he glared at everyone and everything as he went to his table. After he picked up the envelope, I looked down at my book and begin reading at my bookmark. The feeling of his eyes watching me almost made me panic, but they left as soon as they had arrived.

I didn't dare move my eyes from the page and just listened. The seal was carefully removed from the envelope as a quiet tearing sound reached my ears. Paper scratches against paper a few moments later, he must have taken the letter out. Blinking, I look over to the grandfather clock and pretend to check the time. After doing so, I bring my hand to my cup and take a small sip before putting it down once more, making sure to glance at him as he read. He seemed confused and went to studying the crest I used. Bookmarking my new page, I slide out of my chair before pushing it in. "(Y/n), leaving so soon?" Jack caught me a few moments after I stood.

"Mhm, I have to get started on a project." Answering him, I lightly nibble on my lip as I try to slip by him. "What's the project about?" He slides in front of me again. I think he might have caught on to what I was doing, I mean.. he isn't dumb. "Jack." I give him a small glare and frown. "Alright, alright! Here's a small cake for ya." He handed me a small dish with a tiny cake inside, smirking as he moved out of my way, "If ya like it, I'll make a bigger one!" Scoffing, I laugh a little as I walk out of the room, "Pay attention to your other customers, Jack!" I heard him gasp before the dining door shut. Day one: Successful!

- Day 2, Tuesday -

I placed the second letter on the doorknob to his room, hanging with a string tied around it. I hope it doesn't seem creepy, but it's not like I could place it in the library today. They're cleaning it. Currently, I'm in my room writing tomorrow's poem because there's no way I could hide near his room without noticing me; either by my scent or actually seeing me. Wait... doesn't that mean he can tell by the letter alone? "...shit." Lightly shaking my head, I look back down at the paper, "Guess there's no hiding from him."

About an hour later, there's a knock on my door, which startled me and made my hand jerk slightly. "One moment, please!" Sighing, I place my pen down and stand from my chair. Opening the door, I rub my eye, "Yes?" The clearing of a throat made me look at who it was. Bradley. I knew my eyes widened since he looked away for a second. He held up the letter from yesterday and today, "Why?" My words get caught in my throat. I wasn't prepared for this. I was sure he wouldn't even want to speak to me.

"Um..." Taking a deep breath, I continue with a tightened throat, "I've been wanting to apologize, but you.. always ignore me now." Hearing him scoff, I feel tears boil up in my eyes. "There's a reason for that." I hold my breath as I lower my head, lightly scratching my forearm. After a few seconds of silence, I speak again, "..I was... writing the letter for tomorrow.." Glancing up at him, he shakes his head, "Stop." Looking at his eyes for the first time, I express my confusion, "..huh? Do you mean.." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I don't need your letters of pity."

Quietly gasping, I bring my hands up and wave them back and forth, "They're not for pitying you! I wanted to express how much I love you and how sorry I am for yelling and bringing back memories. I-" He glared at me, shutting me up thoroughly, "You didn't do a good job." Covering my mouth, I look down so my hair covers enough of my face as tears pool in my eyes and threaten to fall. Maybe I should have used other's poems and not make my own.. "You.." He paused, like he was regretful of what he said.

Shaking my head, I speak through my fingers, "..no, you're right... I'm.. I'm sorry, Mr. Bradley.." I could feel the shock radiate from him. "Mr..?" He whispered under his breath, probably not realizing I heard. "I'll.. leave you be, but... if you ever.. need anything.." I breathe shakingly, deciding not to finish my sentence and instead move back into my room. "Wait.." He reached out as I closed the door, "..I didn't-" I block out his voice as I allow the building tears to pour from my eyes and down my cheeks, sob finally racking my body. Was I stupid for thinking I could fix it..? Maybe a little.. if I did a better job, then it might have worked. There's no going back though, is there?

Day 2: Unsuccessful

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[byunbaekby]

hello!! i finished reading mythomaniac (and maybe the rest of your masterlist as well) and i have to say, everything was simply beautiful. i love the way you write, you truly make words alive. though i have a question– if you dont mind. i understand that you may prefer to not answer this question as it may complicate things, so its okay if you decide to not answer it! but do you think that donghyuck will ever know of y/n and jaemin's relationship? and if he does, how do you reckon he'd react? this question has been on my mind for a while now and i just cant seem to let it go, sadly. despite that, i hope you have/had a good day! thank you for the beautiful fics!

oh my goodness, hi !!! thank you for reading and your compliments <3 i hope you enjoyed it.  as for y/n and jaemin’s relationship, i actually think he’d be a bit saddened at first. y/n had never explicitly said she wanted to cut hyuck off, just that she was tired of his lies and could not continue to be in his life if he kept hurting her. she wanted to remember him as her friend, not someone who broke her heart. so, say y/n and hyuck try to be friends again. okay.  maybe she invites him over for dinner, so that they can catch up. imagine jaemin opens the door and he’s just... struck. like, “oh hi are you y/n’s roommate?” LOL just because she hadn’t mentioned jaemin at all. but i actually think that was an important concept of the story! she didn’t mention her relationship with jaemin when confronting hyuck because it doesn’t matter; it’s not because of jaemin that she doesn’t want to be with hyuck, it’s because of the way he treats her and has always treated her. you feel? hyuck would just sit awkwardly in silence when jaemin takes hyuck into the dining room or the kitchen and places a kiss on y/n’s cheek whilst she’s cooking. hyuck would then realize at that moment that... he’s too late.  OR. imagine hyuck and y/n continue to catch up with each other, albeit awkwardly at first, and she invites hyuck to the wedding. he had no idea she was even in a relationship, let alone engaged! when he sees the invitation he just... he wants to rip it to pieces and be upset; it should be him. but the thing is, it shouldn’t. jaemin makes her happy, he makes her feel loved, donghyuck realizes as he spends more time with her and eventually meets jaemin. he could have never made her that happy. eventually in time he will come to see and understand that jaemin is the best person for her, not him. he had his chance, but he lost it. therefore, he would accept this as well as his role in her life as her best friend, not her lover. that would clearly, obviously, and ultimately, always be jaemin. omg sorry this got SO LONG but this ask had me... thinking to say the least LOL. this is the first time i’ve gotten an ask about the characters in my story so i went a little overboard and i’m also super touched omg i love expanding on my stories

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 3

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(fratboy!Jimin) - so much fluff (!!!) smut, angst to come

Summary - Fuckboy Jimin being a soft and fluffy little shit, while him and Y/N get kinda roasted/interrogated by the rest of the gang ft. Kookie being an annoying third wheel and Joonie being a real one 🤷🏽‍♀️

Word Count - 9.4k+

Warnings - not as smutty as part 1 and 2, shower sex, talk of pregnancy, that’s it I think 

a/n: so here’s part 3!!! I really wanted to make this a lil fluffier and I think I mighta went a bit overboard lmao. Also this isn’t very thoroughly edited so there’s prolly some mistakes lol. Sorry that this is later than expected, I've been super swamped with school stuff atm, you guys know how it is, especially when you’re a lead in the upcoming school musical (fml) and a-levels are a huge stress (fml x2) not to mention my frequent panic attacks (fml x3!), so i’m super sorry for the long wait! Hope you all enjoy, and please message me, it makes my day!💕

Also check out my other work, all linked in masterlist!💕

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‘Hey, guys,’ I say as I enter the kitchen, taking a seat at the breakfast bar with a yawn. When I woke up, five minutes ago, the bed was empty and Jimin was nowhere to be seen. I went for a quick wee, washed my face, put on some of Jimin’s socks and my bra from last night underneath Jimin’s hoodie, and then headed downstairs, surprised to find the house tidy and intact. I look up now, six pairs of eyes on me. Jin is stood at the cooker, making pancakes, and the other boys are sat around the island. ‘Um, good afternoon, y/n. I wasn’t aware you’d spent the night,’ Namjoon says, speaking for the group. ‘Yeah, I slept in Jimin’s room,’ I reply. ‘With Jimin?’ Jin asks with a raised eyebrow, and I shrug. ‘I fell asleep with an empty bed and woke up with an empty bed, so he might’ve slept with me, I don’t know,’ I reply truthfully. ‘Yeah, he’s gone out,’ Yoongi says, seemingly unfazed, going back to his food. ‘Where?’ I ask, and they all shrug. ‘He just said he’d be back soon. He’s been gone, like, twenty minutes,’ Jungkook says, blushing slightly when I meet his eyes. ‘I’ll call him if he’s not back in the next half an hour,’ I say, not worried because I know he’s a busy guy. ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, y/n, but, um, is there a particular reason you spent the night?’ Taehyung asks, all of the boys a lot more chill and mellow with me compared to in the library and at the party last night. ‘Yeah, there is,’ I say with a note of finality, not saying anything else. ‘Another question; is there a particular reason I saw Jungkook leaving Jimin’s room last night?’ Hoseok asks, directing the question at both parties. Our eyes meet, and he shrugs, leaving the answer up to me. ‘Yes, there is,’ I say again, and small smiles appear on all of their faces. 

‘Okay, you might all be respecting their privacy, but I sure as hell am not going to. Are you and Jimin like… you know?’ Jin asks, and I sigh. ‘We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re asking,’ I say, and they all look at me expectantly, waiting for the rest of the answer. ‘When I broke up with Eunwoo, me and Jimin used to… hook up, regularly. Pretty much every other day for a good few months. But then we stopped and didn’t speak for, like, two years. But on Thursday, after the events of the library, he came over that night. And invited me to the party the next morning, so I came, and then I stayed the night,’ I explain. ‘How did he manage to keep that from us?’ Hobi asks. ‘More importantly, why did he keep that from us?’ Tae asks, all of the boys shrugging. ‘I can answer that one,’ I say. ‘Let me guess. You didn’t want anyone to know?’ Jungkook asks. ‘Actually, no. It was Jimin that didn’t want anyone to know,’ I say, and they all look at me incredulously. ‘Seriously?’ Yoongi asks me, and I nod. ‘He has a reputation for one-night stands, nothing more. He didn’t want anyone to know that me and him were a regular thing,’ I say. ‘What a dick,’ Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head. ‘So what’s Kook got to do with this?’ Jin asks. ‘Nothing. Jimin just invited me,’ Jungkook says smugly. ‘No fair,’ Tae whines, and I roll my eyes. ‘Do you want something to eat, y/n?’ Jin asks, and I shake my head. ‘I’m taking that as a yes,’ he says, putting a plate of pancakes in front me, strawberries, golden syrup, whipped cream and all. I sigh, beginning to eat it, and they’re even better than the ones Jimin made me. ‘Thank you,’ I say, and Jin smiles at me.

‘Are you and Jimin gonna continue hooking up or…?’ Hobi asks. ‘Why, so you can take his place if not?’ Yoongi asks dryly, all of us laughing. ‘I don’t know. I don’t think so,’ I say, knowing that I’ll need to break it off if I don’t want to catch feelings again. ‘Why not?’ Tae asks, head tilted endearingly, and I sigh. ‘I don’t know. It’s just… not sustainable, right? I can’t go on like that with him. We’re not in any kind of relationship, we have no commitment to each other. It’s just weird,’ I say. ‘Not really. You’re friends with benefits. That’s like the best relationship a guy can have. No strings attached,’ Hobi says. ‘It’s not the kind of relationship I want though. I want to settle down, find a boyfriend. I’m graduating soon and then I’ll be working. It’s the perfect time to date someone,’ I say, and Namjoon laughs. ‘y/n, boyfriends aren’t part of schedules. You can’t put a boyfriend in a future plan. The right boy for you will come along completely unexpectedly, because that’s how life works,’ he says. ‘Yeah, and that right boy isn’t Jimin,’ I say. ‘Why not?’ Yoongi asks, looking at me thoughtfully. ‘He doesn’t date, you should all know that as well as I do. He wouldn’t ever want to settle down,’ I say. ‘Yeah, but is that the only reason?’ Jin asks. ‘Well, no. I just don’t really like him like that. He’s attractive, don’t get me wrong, and he has good dick, but other than that, I’m not into him,’ I lie through my teeth, Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at me. ‘Fair enough,’ Hobi shrugs, buying it, as do Jin, Jungkook and Namjoon, though Tae and Yoongi eye me suspiciously.

Jimin walks in then, stopping short when he sees me. ‘Hey, y/n,’ he says guardedly, frozen in the doorway, a chemist’s bag in his hand. ‘Hey, Jimin,’ I reply, the boys watching us amusedly. ‘What’s that, Chim?’ Yoongi asks, eyes trained on the bag in his hand. ‘Just some painkillers, for my migraine,’ Jimin says instantly, and I know he’s lying. But again, Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook and Hobi buy it. ‘Let’s see,’ Tae says, obviously not believing it. ‘I…’ Jimin trails off, and Yoongi grabs the bag out of his hand, pulling out a box of morning after pills with an amused smile. ‘I’m guessing these are for you, y/n,’ Yoongi says, putting the box back in the bag and sliding it across the counter. I pick it up, trying not to laugh when I see loads of pregnancy tests in there too. Hobi leans over my shoulder, trying to see what it is, before he gasps. ‘You didn’t even use a condom?’ he exclaims, and Jimin shushes him, clapping a hand over his mouth. ‘Shut up, hyung! I don’t want the whole frat to think I don’t wrap it before I tap it,’ he says, the cringey phrase making me roll my eyes. ‘Why then?’ Tae asks. ‘The condom broke,’ I say. ‘Whose condom?’ Yoongi asks, and I sigh, my hopes that no one would ask shattered. ‘Pardon?’ Jimin asks, obviously confused. ‘Whose condom broke? Yours or Kook’s?’ he asks, the other boys only just realising. When we stay silent, they all gasp. ‘Oh, my god! So y/n could end up pregnant with Jimin’s baby, or Kook’s baby!’ Jin exclaims. ‘Jin! Shut up!’ I nearly scream, and he claps a hand over his mouth. ‘Sorry,’ he says, and I shake my head despairingly. ‘Come on, y/n,’ Jimin sighs, ‘come up to my room.’ ‘Really, Chim? Gonna try to beat after all of that?’ Jungkook teases as I get up from my seat, taking my plate and the pills with me. ‘Yeah, don’t get jealous,’ Jimin replies, taking the pills from me and holding my empty hand, leading me out of the room. ‘You have bruises on your knees, y/n!’ Tae calls after me, and I try not to laugh, looking down to see said bruises on my exposed knees. We go up to his room, passing a couple freshmen on the way who eye me wordlessly, probably wondering why their playboy hyung is wandering around the frat with a hungover messy-haired girl wearing nothing but a hoodie that reaches half way down her thighs and a pair of way-too-big socks.

‘You told the boys, princess?’ Jimin asks me as he shuts his bedroom door behind us. ‘Hmm, I couldn’t really lie, could I?’ I ask, and he nods, sprawling out across his bed. He looks so attractively adorable, dressed in a pair of slim fit black sweatpants and a loose-fitting grey jumper, white socks on his feet and his wavy hair parted, exposing his forehead. He pats the space beside him in the bed, and I sit down, crossing my legs and facing him. I rest my plate on his stomach, both of us breaking off pieces of the pancakes, dipping them in golden syrup and whipped cream before topping each piece off with a strawberry, eating it all in one bite. ‘What did they say?’ he asks. ‘They were just surprised that you’d kept it from them, and they asked if we were gonna carry on as we are,’ I say. ‘What did you say?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I said I don’t know,’ I reply, and he narrows his eyes at me. ‘Why?’ ‘Because it’s the truth. Because I’m at a stage in my life where I want a boyfriend, where I want to settle down, and you don’t,’ I say. ‘No, I don’t want a boyfriend,’ he teases. ‘Don’t lie to me, I saw the way you were looking at Kook,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘It’s a shame, Y/N. You’re the best I’ve ever had, princess,’ he says, looking up at me. ‘And you for me,’ I reply, and he grins widely, making me roll my eyes. We fall into a comfortable silence, finishing the pancakes, and it’s only when he’s putting the plate on his bedside table that I speak.

‘What will you do if I’m pregnant?’ I ask, and he nearly chokes, coughing with surprise. ‘That reminds me,’ he says, pushing water and the pills into my hands. I roll my eyes, taking a pill, his eyes on me the entire time. ‘So?’ I ask. ‘What?’ he replies, confused. ‘What will you do if I’m pregnant?’ I repeat. ‘Oh. Well, I don’t know. Depends what you want me to do,’ he replies, and I roll my eyes. ‘Don’t try to tell me what I want to hear. I want the truth,’ I press on, and he sighs. ‘If you wanted an abortion, I’d come with you to get it. If you wanted to give the baby up for adoption, I’d help you through the pregnancy and then find suitable parents for our kid. If you wanted to keep the baby but didn’t want me in its life, then I’d pay child support and leave you alone. If you wanted to keep the baby and want me in its life, then I’d be the best dad to ever walk the earth,’ he says confidently, his words warming my heart. ‘Yeah, right. What makes you think that?’ I joke, and he gasps, clutching his heart. ‘I’d be fantastic. I’d take it to and from school, I’d make its lunches, I’d take it to any karate or dance classes or anything like that, I’d always be doing fun day trips, I’d sleep in its room when it has a nightmare, I’d make sure we go on family holidays and day trips and stuff so it can spend time with its mum and dad at the same time. I’d be a great dad,’ he says. ‘Okay, a) you need to stop calling our hypothetical child ‘it’, that’s terrible. And b) would you really do all of that?’ I ask, my heart melting, and he grins up at me, running a hand through his hair. ‘Of course, princess. If you wanted me to,’ he says. ‘Of course, I’d want you to. I wouldn’t want our kid growing up with only one parent when they could have two,’ I say. ‘Would you want a boy or a girl?’ he asks, and I think about that for a moment. ‘I don’t mind, really. I think I’d prefer a boy first, but I’d be happy with either. As long as they become my best friend,’ I say. ‘Hell no. Our kid’s gonna be a daddy’s girl or boy,’ he says, and I scowl. ‘No! I’m the one that has to carry our kid for nine months, so they’re gonna be a momma’s girl or boy,’ I say, and he frowns at me. ‘Okay, fine, we can be equal,’ he says, and I nod, conceding.

‘What about names?’ I ask. ‘Park Aro for a girl, Park Taemin for a boy,’ he says, and I gasp. ‘What about my surname? Why Park?’ I ask. ‘It can be hyphenated if you want,’ he gives in, and I shake my head, ‘No, Park’s better than my surname anyway.’ He shakes his head at me, trying not to laugh. ‘What about you? What names do you like?’ he asks. ‘Park Hiroo or Park Kai for a boy, and Park Jisoo or Park Mila for a girl,’ I say. ‘Park Kai? That sounds so dumb,’ he says, and I pout, ‘I like Kai.’ ‘No way, we’re not calling our son Park Kai.’ ‘Well, I’m not accepting Park Aro either.’ ‘Good thing I like your girls’ names,’ he says, and I grin. ‘I like Taemin as well,’ I admit, and he laughs. ‘So our kids are gonna be called Park Taemin, Park Jisoo and Park Mila?’ he says, and I nod. ‘Shouldn’t we have another boy to even up the numbers?’ I suggest. ‘Yeah, I guess. We could call him Park Jimin Jr,’ he suggests. ‘Hell no. We’re not calling our kid Jimin Jr. Are you insane?’ I say, and he laughs. ‘What then?’ he asks, both of us falling into a thoughtful silence. ‘What about Minjoon?’ I suggest. ‘Park Minjoon? Yeah, that sounds good,’ he says, agreeing. ‘So, Park Taemin, Park Jisoo, Park Minjoon and Park Mila?’ I say, and he nods.

‘Aww, our little family is so cute already, princess,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘They’ll get the cute genes from you,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re cuter than me,’ he says, and I give him a ‘really’ look. ‘You are! Look at you right now! The cutest girl in the world. Wearing my hoodie with your curled hair and your fresh face. You’re adorable,’ he says, and I try not to blush. ‘Shut up, Park, you know you’re the adorable one. Your eye smile is the cutest thing known to man and that’s a fact, end of. I hope our kids inherit your eye smile,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘It’s a safety risk. You’re so funny that they’ll always be laughing so they won’t be able to see where they’re going and they’ll get injured,’ he says, and I try not to laugh. ‘Well, you’re so caring so you’ll always be on hand to cheer them up and look after them after they do,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Well, you’re so clever so you’ll know exactly how to treat their wounds. I hope they get your clever genes,’ he says, both of us trying to one up each other, and I scoff. ‘You mean your clever genes, Mr. Class-President-For-Nine-Years-Straight,’ I say, and he bursts out laughing. ‘I hope they inherit your sass. They’ll keep everyone entertained. The boys will love our kids,’ he says thoughtfully. ‘The boys aren’t going anywhere near our kids. Bad influences. I don’t want our kids being able to do keg stands before they can even walk,’ I say, both of us laughing now.

‘Imagine our kids running around the frat,’ he says, and my eyes widen. ‘No way! Imagine the germs,’ I laugh. ‘Joon would adore Taemin, because he’s so gonna be the clever one. Hobi would dote on Jisoo, because her sass will keep him on his toes. Kook and Minjoon are gonna be the worst duo ever, because Minjoon’s gonna be so mischievous and naughty. Yoongi will absolutely adore Mila because she’s the cute little baby of the family and Yoongi’s just soft. Jin’s gonna try and teach them all life lessons but just end up teaching them how to end someone’s life with a few disses, and Tae and Mija are gonna be the cool aunt and uncle that’ll buy them whatever they want whenever they want it,’ Jimin says, his soothingly smooth voice spinning an entire fantasy world for me to live in. And then we both seem to realise what we’re doing, falling silent, eyes trained on each other. Jimin moves so he’s lying between my legs, my upper back against the headboard, his chin resting on my stomach. ‘Can you actually imagine if our baby starts to develop and grow in here?’ he murmurs gently, his hands on my stomach. ‘We’d make great co-parents, as long as you don’t have loads of girls over all the time,’ I reply, and he laughs gently. ‘If we were co-parents, I wouldn’t have time for girls. You’d be the only girl in my life,’ he says, and I smile softly. ‘And our maybe-daughter,’ I say. ‘It might be Kook’s, though,’ he says, and I sigh. ‘If I did end up pregnant, I’d want it to be yours,’ I admit. ‘Well, even if it was Kook’s, I don’t think he’d want to father it, so I’d step in,’ he says, and my mouth drops open. ‘You’d father mine and Kook’s kid if he didn’t want to?’ I ask, and he shrugs with a small smile. ‘I guess. It’s easy for me to say, but it’s all hypothetical, isn’t it? Neither of us actually believe you’re gonna get pregnant, and I think things would be a lot different than we’ve planned if you did, right?’ he says, and I nod in agreement, knowing it won’t be as simple as we’ve made it sound.

‘All this baby talk has actually given me baby fever,’ I say, and he laughs, his chin still resting on my stomach. ‘God, imagine if you actually did end up pregnant, princess,’ he says again, hands resting on my stomach. ‘It’d be insane. I don’t know if I’d keep it,’ I say honestly, not sure if I’m ready to provide for a kid. ‘Well, I’ll support you no matter what decision you make, you know that, right?’ he says, looking down at my stomach, and I nod, running my hands through his hair, letting the silky locks slip between my fingers. ‘We’d make a great parental unit. Can you just imagine it? Us two as a mum and dad? We’d be great,’ he says softly. ‘Yeah, but we won’t be together. We’ll just be co-parents,’ I say gently. ‘You know what we’re like, though. We end up behaving like we’re in a relationship every time we’re together anyway. I bet our kid would just think we’re together,’ he says, and I laugh, a small smile on his face as I play with his locks. ‘Are you gonna keep taking the pill now?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘If I do end up pregnant, taking the pill will be really bad for the embryo-slash-baby,’ I say. ‘When are you next due on your period?’ he asks, and I think for a moment. ‘What’s the date?’ ‘It’s the 18th.’ ‘Ah. I’m due tomorrow,’ I say, and Jimin’s eyes widen. ‘I guess we’ll know pretty soon then,’ he says, and I try to supress a laugh.

We both fall into a comfortable silence, Jimin’s eyes closed as he rests his face on my stomach, my hands messing with his soft hair. His hands, resting on my stomach, are adorned in different rings, as always, and I take the chance to have a proper look at them. They’re all silver, four on his right hand and two on the other. ‘I like your rings,’ I say softly, and he opens his eyes, looking up at me. ‘Which ones your favourite?’ he asks, looking up at me. ‘Uhm… this one,�� I say, tapping the one on his right little finger. It’s quite thin and looks like vines intertwined with one another, like pretty flowers. ‘Here,’ he says, taking it off and taking my hand in his. ‘This is a promise ring, okay? It signifies my promise that no matter what you decide to do with this hypothetical baby, I will support you and stand by you no matter what,’ he says, and I nod with a small smile, touched at the gesture. He slips it onto my left little finger, but it’s too loose. So he tries it on my left middle finger, but it’s too tight. So he slips it onto my left ring finger, and it fits perfectly. ‘Wait, is this your wedding ring finger?’ he asks, and I nod guardedly. ‘Do you want to put it on your other hand instead?’ he asks, before spotting the ring I already have on that finger. ‘I guess it’s just gonna have to stay here,’ I say, and he smiles. ‘What are you gonna say if people ask?’ he asks me. ‘I don’t know. I’ll just say Mija got it me,’ I say, and he frowns. ‘No, say it’s from me. Just say it was a birthday present, or something,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Jimin, you do know that people don’t know we know each other?’ I say, and he shrugs. ‘Well, now they will,’ he says.

We fall silent again, just enjoying each other’s company, and all I can think is that I’m making a huge mistake. Discussing children, a family, a future with Jimin is not a good idea. He’s made it clear that we have no future, at least not like that. But then he’s just sat with me and named our hypothetical/future kids! He’s so confusing. I just can’t understand him. One minute, he’s saying that he doesn’t want a relationship, and then he’s talking about our future family and giving me a promise ring! No wonder I’m falling for him so hard. He has a way with words, that everything he says just sounds like the truth. He can make you believe anything, and at the moment, he has me believing we have a future. Knowing him, if I do end up pregnant, he’ll run a mile and abandon me. There was a rumour he did that to another girl last year, and I won’t be surprised if it’s true. I decide mentally that after this whole pregnancy thing is over, he is going to be out of my life again.

‘D’you want to do something?’ he asks after a few minutes, looking up at me. ‘Like what?’ I ask suspiciously, and he sighs. ‘Not sex,’ he huffs, and I laugh. ‘Unless you want to, that is,’ he says with a mischievous smile, and I give his head a light slap. ‘I’m kidding, I’m kidding,’ he laughs, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘You’re not, though,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘Okay, so sex is out of the question. How about we… watch a film or something?’ he asks. ‘Where? In the living room?’ I ask. ‘No, like at the cinema,’ he says, and I nearly choke. ‘Seriously? You want to go to the cinema? Isn’t that like the most relationship-y thing ever?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘Fine, fine. We could watch something on my laptop,’ he suggests. ‘Remember last time we tried to watch something together on your laptop? We spent an hour looking for something and then ended up having sex,’ I remind him, and he grins at me. ‘I’m down for that,’ he says, and I swat out at him. ‘We could go get food?’ he suggests, and I contemplate this. ‘In a restaurant? Or get takeout and bring it back?’ I ask. ‘Either, up to you,’ he says. ‘I’d rather order food. I’m so gross, I don’t want to leave the house. Oh, actually, that’s it! I need to have a shower,’ I say, and Jimin raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you kidding me? I ask if you want to do something and you decide you want to have a shower?’ he asks, and I nod, stifling a laugh at his mildly incredulous tone. ‘Yeah, we had a threesome last night, which was so sweaty and sticky, so I definitely need to shower,’ I reply, and it’s almost like I can see the idea appearing in his mind, his eyes beginning to sparkle mischievously. ‘Yeah, okay, I’ll order the food now, and it’ll be here by the time we’re done,’ he says, trying not to smile. ‘By the time we’re done?’ I ask, with a raised eyebrow. ‘Yeah, by the time we’re done showering,’ he says, smirking. ‘Who says we’re showering together?’ I ask. ‘We should save water. Help save the planet. You know, for our Taemin, Jisoo, Minjoon and Mila,’ he says. ‘Don’t bring up our children whilst you’re trying to persuade me to have shower sex with you,’ I groan, and he chuckles. ‘I never mentioned sex, but if you’re down…?’ he says, and I sigh.

I think of the last (and only) time we had shower sex. I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty amazing, and so my final decision is influenced by that memory. ‘Fine,’ I sigh, and his eyes widen. ‘Wait, really?’ he asks, and I nod, a small smile stretching my lips. He jumps up from the bed, pulling me up after him. He presses his lips to mine, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other around my back. His lips move against mine, my mind becoming more numb by the second as one of my hands rests on his cheek, the other tangling into the hair on the back of his head. He backs us up into the bathroom, our lips still attached, tongues and teeth clashing, as he kicks the door open. We break apart from a moment, hastily slipping off our clothes, waiting until we’re both in our underwear until our arms come around each other again. He backs me up against the door, leaning down to press his lips against mine, and I thread my hands into his hair, the silky locks sliding between my fingers. I tug one of his lips between my teeth and he groans, the noise going straight to my core. Only Jimin can have me like this.

‘Get in,’ he says breathlessly, pulling away from me, and I shrug off my underwear and climb into the shower, Jimin rummaging through the cupboard under the sink before pulling out a condom, putting it up on the shower shelf. He pushes off his boxers, climbing into the shower beside me and shutting the door behind him as I turn the dial, the water beginning to pour down over our heads. He turns me to him again, pressing his body up against mine, brushing his plump lips against mine. He backs me up so my back is pressed against the wall, my head tilted back so our lips remain connected. I run my hands through his now sopping wet hair, one of his hands pressed firmly against my waist, the other resting on the side of my face. His plump lips encase mine, the feeling of his mouth on mine euphoric. I could kiss Jimin for days, not even have sex but just kiss him, and never get bored. ‘Do you need foreplay?’ Jimin asks against my mouth before his hand travels to between my legs. I spread my legs slightly, so he has better access as he runs one vascular finger across my slit, making me shiver. ‘I guess that’s a no,’ he chuckles after pulling away. ‘How do you want me?’ I ask him, and he contemplates this for a moment. ‘I want to take you from behind,’ he replies with a grin, and a shiver runs down my spine at his words. I turn around and he places a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing my back down, the water hitting the small of my back. I press my hands against the shower tiles to steady myself as he pushes one finger into me. I let out a quiet gasp, knowing I can’t be too loud because of all the other boys in the house. ‘So wet, princess,’ he murmurs through the noise of the water, pushing in another finger and twisting them around inside me. ‘Please, daddy,’ I whimper, and he chuckles. ‘Anything for you, baby girl,’ he says before his fingers disappear, the crackling of foil an indication of what’s to come. Only a few moments later, his hard length plunges all the way into me.

My head falls forwards, a moan escaping through my lips at the feeling, Jimin groaning behind me. ‘Tell me when you’re ready,’ Jimin says and I take a few deep breaths. ‘Ready,’ I reply and he begins to move in and out of me slowly, the water running down my back making it easier for him. He begins to pick up the pace, his breathing getting louder and deeper, whimpers and moans falling from my mouth every few seconds. After a short while, his fingers appear at my clit, applying slow pressure, and I know it’s so that he doesn’t cum before me. I let out a louder moan of his name, and he groans at the sound. ‘Louder, princess,’ he growls through gritted teeth. ‘But the boys, daddy,’ I reply and a hand lands on my ass, the slap resounding around the en suite. ‘If I tell you something, princess, I expect you to do it. Louder,’ he says, one hand maintaining its ministrations at my clit as the other gathers my hair into its grasp, pulling my head back. He thrusts into me particularly hard, my legs shaking at the feeling, and I let out a loud moan of his name. His fingers speed up at my clit, his hips snapping against mine repeatedly, his balls slapping against my ass. ‘Fuck, Jimin, yes, feels so good,’ I moan out, spurring him on. ‘y/n, stop fucking clenching, I’m gonna fucking cum,’ he groans, thrusts faltering slightly, his fingers rubbing at my clit furiously fast. I feel myself hurtling towards my high, my legs beginning to shake, and Jimin realises this, the hand around my hair snaking around my shoulder instead, pulling my body up towards his so he holds me up instead, the water hitting my stomach now. The new position means he’s going even deeper into me, his head grazing against the spongy spot deep inside me, having his name falling from my mouth repeatedly. ‘Shit, Jimin, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he chuckles into my ear. ‘Not until I tell you to,’ he growls, and I nearly whine aloud, knowing he’ll make me hold on as long as possible. His fingers move impossibly fast at my bundle of nerves, his length still thrusting in and out of me at a furious pace, the combination of sensations having me right on the edge. ‘Please, Jimin, please, I need to cum,’ I moan. ‘Beg, princess,’ he demands, not letting up on me at all. ‘Jimin, please let me cum, your cock feels so good inside me, I need to cum, daddy, please,’ I whine, not even thinking about the words before they fall from my mouth. ‘Cum for me, princess,’ he whispers into my ear, and I know he only does so because he’s close too. My orgasm washes over me as I scream out his name, my body shaking as I come down from my high, just as Jimin reaches his own with a loud moan of my name. He holds me in place, thrusting into me as he cums, only stopping once he’s done.

We stay as we are for a couple minutes, the water falling down onto us as we take deep breaths, regaining our strength. He pulls out of me, the feeling of emptiness making me shiver as he opens the shower door, throwing the used condom into the bin beside the sink. He shuts the door again, smiling at me. ‘You’re so good, princess,’ he praises, pressing his lips to mine briefly before turning to get the shampoo from the shower shelf. I realise he has my favourite shampoo and conditioner, and I look at him in confusion as he turns back towards me. ‘What?’ he asks innocently, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Okay, so maybe I’ve kept these since the last time you showered here,’ he says, and I laugh. We’ve only had shower sex once, but I used to shower here quite regularly, buying myself two lots of shampoo and conditioner when I went shopping; one lot for my apartment, and one lot for here. ‘Will it not have gone off by now?’ I ask, scrunching my nose, and he inspects the label. ‘It’s good for another… nine months,’ he says, and I nod, impressed it’s lasted that long. He squirts some of the shampoo into his hand, a lot more than recommended on the bottle, and then looks up at me expectantly. ‘Turn around then,’ he prompts, and I do so. His hands appear at the back of my head and he begins to massage the shampoo into my locks. The pads of his fingers against my scalp feel even better, dare I say even better than the sex we just had, and my eyes flutter closed, my head falling back so he can access the top of my head better. ‘Am I doing it right, princess? Or do you have to do it a certain way?’ he asks, breaking me out of my euphoric reverie. ‘No, you’re doing it right. I’ll do yours after,’ I say, and he chuckles lightly. ‘Okay,’ he replies, and I can hear the smile in his words.

Once he’s done with mine, I do his as I said I would before we wash it out, me going first. As he rinses his out, I shampoo mine again. We fall into a pattern, me rinsing out my second lot as he shampoos his hair again. I condition mine whilst he rinses, and lather up my body as he conditions. I rinse off my body as he lathers his up, washing his off as I lather up again. We take turns under the water, switching places wordlessly, the only noise being the running of the water, the sound of our hands and the occasional word. I begin to wash off my body for the second time as he lathers up again, joining me under the water as I rinse the conditioner from my hair. We stay under the water together for a while this time, Jimin pressing his lips against mine, and we only break apart when the water begins to turn cold. Jimin gets out first to pass me a towel from the cupboard under the sink before wrapping one around himself. I admire him as he does so, the fluffy white towel slung low on his hips, his hair pasted down to his face, droplets of water adorning his perfect body. He grins when he notices what I’m doing, puffing out his chest in a pose, and I roll my eyes, unable to keep the small smile from my face as I wrap my towel around myself. I step out of the shower, leaning over the sink to wring out my hair so it doesn’t drip everywhere, as Jimin heads into the bedroom. ‘Shit, Jimin, I don’t have any clothes. Not even any underwear!’ I exclaim, following him into the bedroom where he’s holding a bag of his out to me. I take it from him, opening it to find a load of my clothes. ‘Oh, my god, Jimin! You kept these?’ I ask, and he nods proudly, obviously misreading my emotions. I hit him with the bag, and he yelps, jumping away from me hastily. ‘What was that for?’ he asks reproachfully, pouting adorably at me. ‘So you didn’t think to bring any of this to me?’ I ask, emptying it out over the bed.

It’s mostly underwear, expensive lingerie that I thought I’d lost, but there’s some other stuff in there too; a pair of jeans, some leggings, a hoodie, a couple tops, a leather jacket and a super cute sexy dressing gown I’d worn on Jimin’s birthday as a treat for him. ‘I didn’t think,’ he admits, and I shaky my head. ‘I washed it all for you, though,’ he says, and I try so hard not to smile at the thought of him washing my clothes in secret, not wanting the boys to catch him. I turn to look at him, looking so adorable, and I sigh in defeat. ‘Thank you, Jimin,’ I say, and he smiles widely, his eyes disappearing. I pick a pair of black pants and bra, pulling them onto my damp body. ‘God, you look so good,’ Jimin says, now wearing just a pair of black boxers. ‘Says you,’ I say, pressing brief kiss to his cheek. ‘Have you got any deodorant I could use? Like an unscented one, or something?’ I ask, and he grins, disappearing into the bathroom. He appears a moment later with the brand of deodorant I’ve used for years. I laugh as I take it from him, applying it under my arms, when someone knocks at the door. ‘Who is it?’ Jimin calls as I shrug on the dressing gown. It’s black and sheer with fur around the sleeves and bottom hem which reaches mid-thigh. ‘Jungkook!’ the younger boy shouts from the other side of the door and Jimin looks at me, the question on his face. ‘Come in!’ I call, knowing he saw me stark naked yesterday, so this sexy dressing gown is nothing. The boy steps in tentatively, eyes falling first on Jimin, and then me.

‘Did you guys just have shower sex?’ Jungkook asks, shutting the door behind him and settling himself onto Jimin’s bed, on top of my clothes. I tut quietly and he grins at me, not moving. ‘Yes, we did,’ Jimin replies with a smile. ‘Thought so. The whole damn frat could hear,’ he says, chewing on the gum in his mouth. ‘Why ask then?’ I ask. ‘Thought I’d see if you’d lie,’ he replies, offering me some gum which I accept with a small smile. ‘Jimin, where’s your hairdryer?’ I ask. ‘Top drawer,’ he says, pointing to the chest of drawer pushed against one wall, a big mirror sat atop it. I take out the hairdryer, plugging it into a socket as Jimin and Jungkook speak about something I’m not paying attention to as I’ve zoned out. ‘What’d you think, y/n?’ Jimin asks me, and I turn to look over at them. ‘Sorry, what? I wasn’t paying attention,’ I say. ‘Party down at Kappa Phi Nu tonight?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Kappa Phi Nu?’ I ask, for two different reasons. First being that Kappa Phi Nu are Jimin’s frat, Alpha Sigma Phi’s, rivals and second being that my ex, Eunwoo, is part of Kappa Phi Nu. ‘Okay, I know they’re our rivals which is an even better reason to go. We’ll show up super late and then make it way more fun so everyone knows that we’re the better frat. They’re always too pussy to come to our parties, so we’ll show them who’s boss. Steal their drugs, their alcohol and their girls,’ Jungkook says. ‘Don’t objectify girls,’ I say absentmindedly, thinking about Eunwoo. ‘That’s not the reason why she doesn’t wanna go, Kook,’ Jimin says before walking towards me, tapping my chin so I look up at him.

‘Listen, y/n, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but I think it’ll be good for you to see him again, not as a couple like the last time you saw him. And you’re the one who broke up with him, remember, so you can’t act all heartbroken over him,’ Jimin reminds me gently, not a single ounce of venom in his voice. ‘It’s not that. It’s just… it’s been so long since I saw him, and I feel bad. I saw him, about a year ago, and he tried to get back with me, Jimin. I don’t want to have to go through rejecting him again,’ I say, and he nods thoughtfully. ‘If you’re with me, he won’t try,’ Jimin says. ‘We’re not dating, though. We’re friends,’ I say, Jungkook snorting at my words. ‘He doesn’t need to know that. If he thinks we’re together, he won’t try anything,’ Jimin says, and I think over his words for a minute. ‘I don’t have any clothes,’ I say, and he tilts his head questioningly, motioning over to the bed with a raised eyebrow. ‘My makeup’s at the dorm,’ I say weakly, and he sighs. ‘You don’t need it but if you wanna wear some that bad, call Mija and get her to bring you some. The two of you can get ready together in here,’ Jimin says, purposely making it so that there is nothing I can blame saying no on. ‘Fine,’ I give in, and he grins widely, Kook cheering from the bed as Jimin presses a quick kiss to my lips. ‘You taste like mint,’ he observes, moving away from me to find something from his wardrobe.

‘Wait, Jimin, where’s my phone?’ I ask, and he motions to the clutch sat on the bedside table. Jungkook reaches out, throwing it to me, and I catch it deftly, pulling out my phone and leaving the bag on top of the chest of drawers. I’ve had several missed calls and texts from Mija and I curse inwardly as I dial her number, knowing I’m in for it now. ‘So you aren’t dead then?’ she says coldly when she answers the phone. ‘No, babe, I’m not, and I’m sorry. I only woke up like an hour ago,’ I say, and she tuts. ‘You’re still at the frat?’ she asks. ‘Yeah, I am, and I’m safe,’ I say, Jimin and Jungkook watching me in amusement. ‘What happened last night? I assumed you’d gone upstairs with Jimin and that you’d stay the night, but it’s now 3pm. I thought you’d be home by now,’ she says. ‘I know, I know. But Jin made me food and then I had a shower and now I’ve only just remembered to call you,’ I say. ‘Well, when are you coming back?’ she asks. ‘I was actually thinking you should come here,’ I begin, and she laughs. ‘What for?’ she asks. ‘The KPN boys are having a party tonight and we’re going and you should come,’ I say, and she stays silent for a minute. ‘So why would I come to you now then?’ she asks. ‘Because their frat is within walking distance of here so if you bring your stuff, we can sleep over here tonight instead of paying for a taxi home or one of us having to drive. And if you come over now, Jimin said we can use his room to get ready together. You just have to bring our makeup and stuff with you,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘Do all the boys know about you and Jimin now?’ she asks. ‘Yeah, they do.’ ‘So you’re just gonna end up spending the night with him, right? What about me? And that’s Eunwoo’s frat, right? This is just a recipe for disaster.’ ‘No, Mija, I would never ditch you for Jimin,’ I say, Jimin pretending to be hurt in front of me. ‘I know, but I don’t want to stop you two spending time together,’ she says. ‘No, you’re my girl, and I enjoy spending time with you, just as much as with Jimin. Even more, to be honest,’ I say, Jungkook bursting into laughter and Jimin hitting him with a pillow, the two of them beginning to fight. ‘And, anyway, you and Tae are good friends, right? You can chill with him for a bit too,’ I say. ‘We do the same course. Does not mean we’re friends,’ she says, and I sigh. ‘Well, regardless. And Eunwoo doesn’t matter. I’m not gonna even look at him all night and if he comes to speak to me, I’ll leave,’ I say, and she sighs. ‘Fine. I’ll be there in twenty,’ she says. ‘Wait, wait. Can you bring food?’ I ask, and she sighs again. ‘Make that forty.’

‘God, who knew you two were so domestic?’ Mija’s sarcastic voice comes from the door. ‘Mija. It’s been a while,’ Jimin says with a grin, holding out a fist which Mija bumps her own against. ‘Where’s the food?’ I ask her, sat on the floor in front of Jimin who sits on the bed, brushing through my now dry hair, the mirror set up on the floor in front of me, leaning against the wall. ‘Here,’ she says, thrusting out a pizza box to me. I take a bite of the first slice, holding it up above my head for Jimin to take a bite, Mija watching us amusedly. ‘Right, when are we going to this party?’ she asks. ‘Not until around 8.30ish,’ Jimin says. ‘You’re kidding? Four and a half hours?’ she asks, Jimin nodding with a small smile. ‘The boys are just about to start watching Me Before You downstairs so bye,’ she says, disappearing out of the room, leaving a big bag lying on Jimin’s bed. ‘Does she hate me?’ Jimin asks, and I laugh. ‘No, of course not. She’s the one who told me to text you on Thursday night,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Mija can just come across as… I don’t know, hostile? Mean? But honestly, she’s a good person with a good heart. And she likes you,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Can I ask you something?’ I say after a few moments of silence, Jimin nodding, watching me in the mirror. ‘Do you guys not get along with the other boys in the frat?’ I ask. ‘No, we do. They’re great boys, but we’re all kind of… split up into groups, I guess? All the other boys kind of stick together based on their ages, but us seven just get along. We’re the only group that aren’t age-based, because our relationships stretch beyond that. But, yeah, the other boys are great. We just aren’t as close to them,’ he explains, and I nod. ‘I just wondered. It’s always seemed like everyone’s divided, but I get it now,’ I say.

Over the course of the next couple hours, Jimin and I get ready, taking our time. We sing along to my playlist which plays gently in the background, Jimin doing his hair as I iron a white shirt for him and a black bodysuit of mine, creased after being crumpled up in Jimin’s bag for god knows how long. I begin doing my makeup as Jimin styles his hair, taking ridiculously long. We’re both in and out of the bedroom and the bathroom, repeatedly bumping into each other, getting cuddles and kisses from him each time. It gets to around 6.30 and Jimin’s ready, his white shirt tucked into a pair of black ripped jeans, a silver bomber jacket over the top, black brogues on his feet. His dirty blond hair is swept back, exposing his forehead, silver earrings in his ears and silver rings on his fingers. He’s laid out on his bed, scrolling through his phone, as I make the last few finishing touches to my makeup, misting the setting spray over my face. I’ve paired black jeans and black heels with my bodysuit, my makeup light and natural, only a pair of silver hoops in my ears and Jimin’s silver ring on my ring finger, my own rose gold ring on the other. ‘You look great, princess,’ Jimin praises, eyes raking over me. ‘I feel like something’s missing,’ I sigh, frowning at myself in the mirror. Someone knocks at the door then and I cross over to open it, letting Namjoon in. ‘Hey, hyung,’ Jimin smiles at the older boy. ‘Hey, Chim. You guys both look nice,’ Namjoon says. ‘I don’t know, Joon, I feel like I’m missing something,’ I say, and he inspects my appearance thoughtfully. ‘Ah, I’ve got it!’ he exclaims, darting from the room excitedly, a few banging noises audible from his room down the hall before he reappears, something silver and sparkling in his hand. ‘Here,’ he says, holding it up to my neck, and I let him clasp it on, before he turns me towards the mirror. A thick silver choker sits at my neck, looking like genuine diamonds, and I remember when Namjoon wore it, looking more beautiful than ever. ‘Ah, Joon, I love it!’ I exclaim happily, turning to hug the boy, Jimin watching us with a smile. ‘Keep it, it looks nice on you,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘As beautiful as it is, hell no. It looked way better on you,’ I insist, and he laughs.  

‘Anyway, I came up to ask if you guys want food. We ordered Panda Express,’ Namjoon says. ‘There won’t be any left if Tae’s had his hands on it,’ Jimin says. ‘And Mija, she’s crazy for it,’ I say, Namjoon grinning. ‘It hasn’t arrived yet, and we haven’t told them. They’re in Tae’s room,’ Namjoon says. At his words, Jimin sits up instantly, our eyes meeting, wide with shock. ‘They’re in Tae’s room? Just them two?’ Jimin asks. ‘No, I think Kook’s with them,’ Namjoon says, and Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘God, he’s such a third wheel,’ I mutter. ‘We’ll be down in a minute, hyung,’ Jimin says, Namjoon nodding before leaving. ‘You look so good,’ Jimin says, climbing off the bed and walking over to me. ‘Says you,’ I reply, hooking my arms around his neck. ‘No, you look better than me. Silver’s definitely your colour,’ he says, arms sliding around my waist. ‘No, it’s yours,’ I reply, tapping his jacket. ‘Aww, we’re matching,’ he says with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘God, we’re gonna look like such a sickly couple. Eunwoo can’t even make any mistakes as to whether or not we’re together,’ I say, Jimin laughing. ‘The worst thing is, we’re not even together and we play the couple better than real couples,’ he says, having me nodding in agreement.

‘I can’t wait to take this off you tonight,’ I say, a hand on his jacket over his chest. ‘Yeah? Tell me more, babe,’ he says, voice low, looking down at me. ‘When we’re walking back and I’m cold, I’ll take this off you and wear it myself,’ I say, trying to hold back my laughter. ‘That’s not what I meant!’ he exclaims indignantly as I burst into laughter, running away from him and out of the room. ‘Don’t run away!’ he shouts behind me, running after me. I sprint down the stairs, trying not to fall in my heels, Jimin thundering along behind me. I burst into the kitchen where the other boys sit and stand around, Jimin hot on my heels. He grabs me as I try to duck behind Hobi, tickling me. I burst into fits of giggles as his fingers work at my sides, my eyes clamped shut, my hands fruitlessly trying to push him away. ‘Stop, stop, I’m sorry,’ I breathe out through my laughter, Jimin finally letting up with a grin on his face, both of us panting. ‘Hello to you too,’ Yoongi says dryly, not taking his eyes off his phone. ‘You two are so annoyingly cute,’ Jin says with a roll of his eyes. ‘Um, thanks?’ Jimin says as I jump up onto the island, legs swinging. ‘You look nice, y/n,’ Hobi says, and I grin at him as Jimin takes the seat beside my legs. ‘Thank you. You guys all look nice too,’ I smile as I take Jimin’s hand in mine, fingers playing with his cold rings. They’re all dressed in flattering outfits, jeans or trousers with smart tops and nice jackets, pretty jewellery and shoes to match. ‘Wait, y/n, is that… is that Jimin’s ring?’ Namjoon asks, eyeing the ring on my finger. I look at Jimin expectantly, waiting for him to answer the question, but he just grins back at me, leaving it to me. ‘Uh, yeah, it is,’ I say, the boys all staring at us in silence. ‘And you two aren’t dating?’ Jin asks sceptically, both of us shaking our heads. ‘Right, okay,’ he replies, shaking his head despairingly.

The doorbell rings then, Hobi running out of the room to answer the door. ‘How can you guys afford all this stuff? The house and the parties and the clothes and the shoes and the food and the hair dye,’ I say, the boys laughing. ‘Jin’s dad owns this house so we don’t have to pay rent, and we all have ‘jobs’ at Jin’s dad’s company so that’s where we get our money from,’ Yoongi explains, putting quote marks with his fingers around the word jobs. ‘It’s not like that,’ Jin sighs, Namjoon raising an eyebrow. ‘What is it like then?’ ‘Yeah, he owns the house, but we still pay rent to him,’ Jin begins, Jimin interrupting. ‘We don’t. The other boys do,’ he says, my eyes widening. ‘No, it’s just because we have jobs with him that we don’t have to pay rent,’ Jin explains. ‘What are your jobs?’ I ask as Hobi walks back in, hands full of Panda Express bags. ‘One day a week, we have to drive up to Head Office, about fifteen minutes from here, and do any deliveries they need doing,’ Jin says. ‘So Jin hyung has Mondays, Yoongi hyung on Tuesdays, Hobi hyung on Wednesdays, me on Thursdays, Jiminie on Fridays, Taehyungie on Saturdays and Jungkookie on Sundays,’ Namjoon explains, my heart warming at hearing the nicknames he has for his dongsaengs. ‘So is it a lot of work?’ I ask as Jin begins unpackaging everything, dividing it up onto plates. ‘I don’t want much, hyung,’ Jimin says to him. ‘Nor me,’ I add. ‘We’ll just share,’ Jimin says, smiling up at me, before answering my question. ‘It’s not much work at all. There’s usually about three deliveries a day, and Jin’s dad pays for our petrol, so it’s literally so fine,’ Jimin explains. ‘Is it well paid?’ I ask, the boys laughing. ‘Very well paid,’ Namjoon replies, and I smile at the thought of Jin’s dad looking after them all so well.

‘Shall I text Jungkook? Tell them to come down?’ I ask, Jin nodding as he hands out our plates. I text Jungkook, hearing them all running down the stairs mere seconds later. Mija’s dressed in a black bodysuit with a grey leather skirt, a pair of heeled ankle boots on her feet and her makeup natural like mine. Jungkook and Tae look smart too, like the other boys, and I notice that Tae has on a grey bomber jacket, the same colour as Mija’s skirt. Jimin seems to notice too, the two of us exchanging a little glance. I scoop some food up onto a fork and go to put it in my mouth when Jimin opens his cheekily, wanting me to feed him. I roll my eyes before feeding him, and that’s how we eat; me taking a bite before feeding the next one to Jimin. ‘You two are so gross,’ Mija says, looking at us. ‘They’re like so domestic. It’s super weird,’ Jungkook agrees. ‘I think it’s cute,’ Hobi says. ‘No, it’s weird,’ Yoongi says. ‘Oh, my god, leave us alone!’ Jimin exclaims in false hurt. ‘Yeah, get off our dicks,’ I add, feeding Jimin a bite. ‘When you get off his dick,’ Tae replies, and I roll my eyes, the others laughing. For the next hour and a half, we all just chill in the kitchen, laughing and joking together. Mija and Tae sit next to one another, awfully close, and Jimin and I exchange excited glances every time we see the two of them talking quietly or laughing together. Being with the boys in such a relaxed environment is nice, getting to know the sober versions of them and seeing their relationships with one another. But, of course, nothing good lasts forever. At 8.30, we decide we’re going to take shots every five minutes up to 9 when we’ll head down to the party, all of us getting more and more drunk with each one. ‘Right, bitches!’ Jin exclaims, ‘you ready to crash a party?’

[melissagt]

Is daz studio difficult to use?

Hi there!

The answer is kind of “yes” and “no”. I know it’s not really an answer, but there are a number of factors that come into play.

1 - Level of Knowledge - I have a background in texture modding (Skyrim and Fallout 4), so this has helped greatly. Bump maps, normal maps, specularity, metalicity…it all comes in handy. Of course, you can use what is available out of the box without that working knowledge, but to truly bring figures home, you kind of need it. Which leads me to other programs, such as Photoshop (or GIMP…I use Photoshop). I regularly am reworking and tweaking textures to my liking, as well as creating things from scratch. Any of the tattoos I’ve posted were built there, as well as within another program to paint them directly onto the model - Mudbox. To take things even further, you will want to familiarize yourself with the concepts of 3D modeling. I came into it with a little (I guess?) knowledge, and am learning as I go. But, this requires learning other programs, such as zBrush and Blender. I decided to learn zBrush. Theron’s implants that I posted recently were done in zBrush…I literally took his SWTOR in-game model and sliced them off his head (I’m sorry, Theron! But it was worth it!). I have a long time to go before I can build my own models because I really am just a beginner when it comes to that stuff. Scourge’s dangly bits come next. I know you guys love hearing me say “dangly bits”. DANGLY BITS. DANGLY BITS. DANGLY BITS. 

2 - Photography - I am an amateur photographer (I guess I’d say I have the knowledge to be pro, I just don’t get paid to do it, lol). These skills come into play with designing scenes. Posing characters fluidly. Lighting. Shadow. Overall composition. Then there is the post-processing done in Photoshop. Something I do even with photography. Sadly, it isn’t as simple as just dropping bodies in and hitting “go”. I mean…you can do that, but all of the above comes into play to really make a scene flow. 

3 - Cost - This is a big one. Big. DAZ is free. Well. Not really. Yes, the program is free. But everything else is not. So is not. A single base model alone will set you back about $100, if you want them to be anatomically correct. I’ve had to purchase several. Then there’s clothes. Hair. Skin. Lights. Props. OMG just everything. I’m not trying to brag here…it’s just a huge shock to perspective. I’m probably in the hole about $4,000 already getting my base started with everything (and I am so mad at myself for doing it). That’s not including the cost of secondary software. Photoshop is $10/mo. Okay, that’s not so bad and I use it constantly for other stuff too. zBrush will run you about $900. There are free alternatives (Blender), but I’ve heard it’s a nightmare to work with and there are things it can’t do that zBrush can. Mudbox is $10/mo, but can easily be gotten free by checking the “student” box. I’ve also purchased some other add-ons, such as Lazy Nazumi, to help smooth out my mouse brush strokes (I refuse/cannot use a wacom tablet…I try…then I just want to throw it at the wall). That was $30. The Nik collection (something I use for all of my post-processing) (and haha, Nik…*giggles*) was I think $60. 

4 - Horsepower - This could probably be looped into #3. Last August I went overboard on building a custom computer. Like…creepy overboard. I had to question why I’d ever need it, but now I’m glad I did, because I use it. My current computer specs are as follows - AMD RYZEN 7 1800X Octa-Core processor w/ NZXT Kraken X62 AIO CoolerMSI ProCarbon Gaming Mobo32 GB Corsair Vengeance 3200 RAM (16 x 2)EVGA GTX 1080TI FTW3 11GB GPUEVGA SuperNOVA 850 PU Platinum PSUCorsair Crystal 570x Tempered Glass Case (all fans replaced with Corsair HD series)Samsung EVO 960 M.2 250GB (OS)Samsung EVO 960 M.2 1TB (games and DAZ)Samsung EVO 850 2.5 500GB (games)WD Black 3.5 4TB (storage)WD Black 2.5 3TB (storage)

Ok, so why the horsepower? If you want to beat the crap out of your system (and not by overclocking), try 3D. The more cores, the better (and to be honest, I wish I had an AMD Threadripper chip, but they hadn’t been released at the time). And even with all those crazy specs, my computer gets brought to its knees easily. A single render can take hours, depending on the lighting complexity. The piece pictured below took just over four hours to render at 3840 x 2160. 

So, I’m sorry if I didn’t answer your question. Or perhaps I did! Yeah, DAZ is fun. But it’s expensive. And excessively time consuming. And you do still need to have artsy fartsy tendencies, just of a different sort. I can’t look at someone’s gorgeous digital painting and say “yup, I can do that” because I can’t. It’s enough for me to just scream bloody murder at my damned wacom tablet that sits on top of my computer and stares at me like a creepy owl. Judgy bastard. Once upon a time, I could draw…but I missed the boat on that digital wave. But art is hard. Any artist would be the first to tell you it’s fucking hard…even if it looks easy. And even though it might not look it, rendering is hard too.

I hope that helps!

[thewinsister]

Pretty Boy pt.2

Warnings: None i think, not edited

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader Winchester, Peter Parker, Ned.

Summary: The reader and Peter learn new things about each other (I don’t know how to give a summary without giving to much away)

Word Count: 2,701 (i went a little overboard lol)

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Mx. gender neutral form of saying Ms./Mr

Pretty Boy Pt.1

You arrived to school a panting mess, you walked into the school building trying to look as if you didn’t just basically run the last few blocks to get there. You walked to your locker and opened it, looking yourself in the small mirror you had installed inside of it. You examined todays outfit, do to your reminiscing of your first day, you had little to no time to actually get properly ready. Life as an on-the-go hunter had trained you to get ready in no time though. You didn’t feel the need or time to shower today, simply pulling on the first ripped jeans you saw and one of your flannels and a random t-shirt underneath. At least you I managed to fix my hair up okay, you thought before grabbing your needed books and headed to your first class. You looked down at your phone and saw the time 8:35, only 5 minutes late. You walked into the class making sure as to not interrupt and moved your way through the already taken seats. The Teacher simply looked at you, and you gave them a small embarrassed smile before they continued their lecture on something about Chemistry. Finally, you saw a space next to the one and only Pretty Boy Peter. You knew your plan to avoid him had completely failed the second you saw the dorky boy with the soft curls, you didn’t care though.

“Somebody overslept.” Said Ned from behind you, you turned around and rolled your eyes sarcastically.

“Shut up.” You whispered as you giggled slightly, turning back to look at the board. Peter’s heart stopped momentarily when you looked at him and smiled sweetly as if greeting him, so he smiled back; his cheeks turned a shade of pink. You grabbed your backpack and took out your pencil case, accidentally letting one of your pencils fall on the floor. You bent down not noticing Peter had done the same in order to pick it up for you, until his hand had fell on yours. You looked over at him as your hands still lay over each others, you could see his cheeks grown into an even deeper shade of pink- and you knew yours had to. You stayed looking at each other for a few seconds before Peter moved his hand quickly and went back up. You realized how much you liked his touch, how your stomach had created a wide variety of butterflies that were now fluttering around.

You spent the rest of the time not really paying attention, just thinking about this pretty pretty boy . Thinking how you’d like to be able to feel his touch not just on accident, or not just as friends. You knew this was impossible though, no one ever liked you like that. Besides, you knew that if he did, you could do nothing with him, since you’d have to leave him soon because of your hunting life. Still, it was nice to think about it.

The class finally ended and you all filed out ready to go to your next class. “Hey- uh- Y/N/N?” you heard the familiar voice of Peter call you. You smiled when you heard him say your nickname, it just felt like it rolled off his tongue so perfectly.

“Yeah?”

“So, today your coming with me right? I mean with me and ned, you know for the project?” He asked you, or reminded you really.

“Shit, I completely forgot. But yeah, let me just call my brothers.”

“O-okay cool! See ya’ ” He said, walking in the opposite direction as you. You stood there for a second watching him leave, you frowned thinking about how much you wanted to be with him forever even if it meant just as friends. you turned around to see MJ looking at you intently before smirking.

“You totally like Peter don’t you?” immediately you felt as your face went red, feeling your cheeks and ears burning.

“W-what? No. Why would you ever think that. Haha.” You said nervously, knowing you had beed discovered. Still you tried to hide it.

“Yeah you do, I can see it just in the way your face changes when you even think of him!” She spoke triumphantly, as if she had just discovered the answer to the worlds greatest question.

“No it doesn’t. Now stop looking at me that, and let’s go to class.” You said grabbing her hand, and walking to your next joint class.

You both sat down next to each other, she still looking at you with that stupid knowing look while you tried to ignore her stupid look even though you felt it drilling into your brain.

“Shut up.” You said before smirking slightly, even though it sucked that she found out your secret, this was actually kind of fun. You never had the type of friends you had right now, that you could be so open and yourself with.

“I didn’t say anything Y/N”

“I can hear your thoughts MJ.” You didn’t even look at her, simply boring your eyes into anything that wasn’t your friend to try and ignore her stare.

“And what exactly am I thinking?”

“Oh, you know.”

“Does it perhaps go like: Y/N/N likes Peter. Y/N/N likes Peter.” She repeated, as if chanting it. Your cheeks were tinged pink, this time you did look at her but just to roll your eyes then went back to acting as if you were actually paying attention to the teacher. “Just admit it, you have thing for Peter.” she said as if it was so simple. The thing is, you knew the second you said it aloud your feelings would only be fed by more, by the teases and false hopes you always get by your friends. “Pleaseeee, just say it”

“Will it make you stop being so annoying about this?”

“I don’t know, probably?”

“Fine, I like Peter. There I said it, but it’s not a big deal honestly.” You said looking at her for a reaction, which was exactly as you imagined.

“Y/N and Peter sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love then comes marriage-”

“Ah shit, you’re so immature.” You hit your head against the table wanting this to be over now.

“Ms. Watson, Mx. Winchester. Please stop talking.”

Finally it was the end of the day, time to go with Peter and Ned. It was kind of a hassle convincing your brothers to let you go a home with two guys. But after telling them that Peters Aunt was going to be there and a little guilt tripping, the deal was yours.

The afternoon became evening and the evening night. All the while was filled with laughter and talking. Ned and Peter were extremely surprised at your wide knowledge of mythical creatures and lore in general.

“Y/N, how do you know all this?” Peter asked, amazement etched in every part of his face. You blushed slightly at this, the feeling of someone actually being amazed at your knowledge instead of weirded out felt great.

“I don’t know, my brothers always told me stories of things like this when I was a kid. Then I sort of got into it, I guess.” You answered fiddling with your fingers slightly. You saw Peter smile at you while he looked at you, you stayed like this for a few seconds before you both snapped out of it. All the while Ned smirked goofily at Peter, which you didn’t notice until pretty boy nudged him slightly to make him stop.

“Well, would you look at the time. I should be heading home.” Ned said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice though you didn’t understand why.

“Why, we aren’t done yet?” Peter asked his friend with a more of a pleading tone than a question.

“Oh, I think you guys are good on your own. I mean you got lore prodigy herself with you.” The boy said as he began packing his stuff. “You’ll be fine! See you tomorrow” He said and walked out the door giving his friend a thumbs up before leaving.

You looked at your phone when you were finally done with the project, noticing the time. 7:30, damn you had to leave now or else your brothers would get pissed.

“I think it’s time for me to leave as well.” You told the pretty boy, you felt bad when you saw him frown slightly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, sorry. If I’m even a second late my brothers will be worried out of their minds.”  You said sadly. You really didn’t want to leave since you were enjoying his company so much, but you knew you had to.

“It’s fine, do you want me to walk you home?” Man, he was such a gentleman. What were you going to do when you had to leave?

“No, it’s fine you don’t have to.”

“Please, it’s late and dangerous around this time.” He was right and you knew it, but you knew you could defend yourself too.

“No, really I think I can manage.” You smiled, the real reason that you didn’t want him to walk you home was because you knew your brothers would see him and chew him out like they always did with boys you like. And you rather this one doesn’t freak out and leave you like the others, even if you were just friends.

“Well, if you insist. But tell me when you get home so I know you’re okay though.” Your heart melted at this, why is he so damn adorable, worrying about you.

“I will, thanks.” You grabbed all your stuff and he walked you to the door.

Peter had waited a few minutes, deciding on what to do. He stared at the door as he chewed on his nail nervously. He was not about to let you go home alone. He quickly turned around for his room undressing and putting on his bright red and blue suit, before climbing out his window to look for you. When he finally spotted you he made sure to follow you closely, but not close enough for you to see him

This is so weird, what am I even doing? I’m literally following my crush to her house. He thought to himself before shaking his head, no, this is not creepy. I’m just a guy that wants to make sure their friend is safe, yeah that’s good. I’m a good, totally not creepy guy. At this point you were walking through empty streets. Peter winged from one building to another as quietly as a spider (see what I did there.), paying close attention to you. He quickly came to a halt when he saw you stop abruptly beside an alley and put your hands in your pockets.

The boy swung himself to the building on the other side in order to see what you were doing. He kneeled on the edge of the building watching you. Suddenly he saw a large muscular figure rise from behind a dumpster. You saw the big figure arise, immediately taking out your gun from your pocket and aiming it directly at it.

“Karen, zoom in on the big thing and turn on night vision.” He said, his suit doing as it was told. Upon hearing the familiar voice you looked up to see a red figure above you.

“Peter?”

“What?” He cleared his throat and made his voice deeper, “W-who’s Peter?”

“Peter I know it’s you, I can tell by your voice.” He was thankful that he had his mask on so you couldn’t see him blush at the fact you recognized him only by his voice.

“I-I don’t who you’re talki- Y/N/N BE CAREFUL” He yelled, and swung down in front of you. While you two had been discussing about wether or not the boy you saw was Peter, the large figure you had now recognized as a werewolf had ran towards you.

“MOVE!” You yelled, and Peter not knowing what do, did as he was told. Immediately you shot your gun, the silver bullet merely hitting the creatures shoulder. The werewolf lunged at you before you shot it square between the eyes, leaving it on the cold ground. Slowly you got up from where the werewolf had thrown you, panting slightly. You moved towards the red suited boy you knew was Peter and helped him up as well, since he had fallen to the floor when he jumped aside.

“You, okay?”

“I think I should be the one asking.” He had answered you, taking off his mask you saw his face was one of confusion and fear.

“Yeah,” You chuckled slightly, tired. You felt something trickle down you arm and looked down to see blood, “Shit.” Quickly you took of your flannel and wrapped it around your bleeding arm that was caused by the werewolf scratching you.

“W-what just happened?”

“Look, I’d love to stay here and chat but I really need to get home.” You said and began to walk out of the alley, after leaving the corpse of the creature in the dumpster where it was hiding before.

“Let me at least help you get home!” He yelled out for you, and was glad to see you turn around.

“How are you going to do that exactly?”

“Look.” He walked towards you and picked you up effortlessly

“Hey, shouldn’t you at least take me to dinner first?” You asked him laughing slightly, his cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

“Shut up and let me help you.” You both laughed, bot your laughter was quickly cut off by the feeling of flying into the air. You were currently swinging from one building to another, and moving at an incredibly fast pace.

“What the fuuu-“ You were cut off again by Peter shooting his webs at another building.

“Hey, where do you live?” He asked the most casual voice in the world, as if he did this everyday. After a few minutes of trying to tell him your address and being cut off, you were finally able to finish you sentence and Peter took you to the old rented motel you and your brothers were currently staying at.

“That. Was. Awesome?” You said when you both got to the motel, “Why didn’t you tell me you were Spider-Man before?” You spoke the last part quietly so only he could hear you. He had explained to you in general why he wore his suit while you were swinging around, and you that you hunted monsters.

“Well, why didn’t you tell me you shoot weird creatures often?”

“Uh, it’s complicated.”

“Exactly.”

You both walked in to the motel and you looked for your room. At this point the blood has almost stopped coming out, but you knew you would need stitches. 214, you read off one of the rooms. “This is it. Thank you, you basically saved my life.” You said looking into his sparkling hazel eyes.

“You saved mine.” You both smiled to each other looking into the other eyes. You never knew how much you could relate to someone so much until now. You were both nerdy geeks who happened to save the world as well, it was weird to think that.

“Well, good night Peter. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said and got on your tippy toes kissing him on the cheek and opened the door to your shared room with your brothers. Peter almost didn’t hear the muffled worried yelling of your brothers from inside because of the immediate oblivion your simple peck on the cheek caused him.

“Y/N, what the hell? Where were you?” Your brother Dean yelled worried out of his mind.

“Dean, wait she’s hurt.” Sam said, always noticing the little stuff. You remained quiet during everything. During the continuos yelling of Dean, and the then the bickering between your brothers. You even remained quiet, only giving a few whimpers, when Sam began to stitch you, Thinking only about the pretty boy you were now sure you didn’t just like, to say the least.

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i had so much fun writing this, do I hope you guys liked it! I’m currently obsessed with Tom Holland’s peter parker so

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VK Science II - Odds & Ends

So I thought about it, but I hope my straightforward answers don’t come across as condescending! Aside from being blunt, I try not to write too much, but I guess it’s not a problem now? ’(^_^) In any case, before I get to the next theory I want to respond to some of your points :)

Your answers didn’t come off as condescending at all, don’t worry! You just seemed like a typical science-oriented person wanting to make sure everything was accurate before proceeding, which I completely respect.  (I have a thick skin anyway, and I’m fairly blunt myself though without as lofty a reason, fufu. ;D) But yes, feel free to write to your heart’s content, as long posts are a speciality of my blog anyway!

Pureblood Pregnancy: The reason why I can’t answer this is because Hino has full creative freedom to create whatever duration of pregnancy she would like for humans birthing Purebloods :/ Would you expect it to be longer? Probably. Honestly, though, I already don’t agree with her concept of Purebloods having a range of duration of pregnancy rather than a set time as most other organisms do (O_o)

Teething: This could be another reason why the Purebloods were scattered as I would think that this process would terrify their parents and even lead some to, sadly, label their children as “monsters,” abandon them, and leave them for death.

Well, of course Hino can do whatever she wants with the narrative elements; she could go off the rails (and has) if she wants and we’d be stuck having to try to pretend it makes sense. I honestly found her making the pregnancies 2-4 years to be just a ridiculous method to excuse Yuuki’s teen pregnancy and allow her to give birth in her twenties. I don’t think when Hino originally came up with VK that she ever intended the pregnancies to last longer than the human terms–it’s just that Hino needed to make the accident pregancy “acceptable” to shoujo audiences. This is just my personal theory, but for the sake of the story I’d say that the reason Pureblood pregnancies last longer is probably due to maladapted hormones of some kind that require the fetus to gestate longer in order to fully develop. Originally, before the Kaname magic pregnancy, Hino made it clear in arc 2 that Purebloods had a difficult time conceiving (hence why Haruka and Juri only had two kids despite living 3K+ years, and why the Pureblood numbers were shrinking despite them being immortal). That’s just my current thought from where we are, fufu. Really, though, I think it was just Hino trying to make Yuuki’s unacceptable teen pregnancy more palatable. =P

The Vmpr gene: In regards to your question… I’m not exactly sure since we’re not shown any examples. Not just that, but I intend to view human-turned-vampires (I always wonder if I word this write .-.) from a disease perspective. Based on my theory… I guess they would always code for humans since it’s a disease acquired later in life. In Zero’s case, I want to say that they would be human since the majority of Zero’s genes code for human and, again, I do not view the Level D’s as carrying the Vmpr gene, but… Well, maybe my next theory will help ’(^_^)

My thought was in line with yours that Zero (and any other Level Ds/Es) would code for human if paired with a human partner. Yuuki’s Pureblood would obviously be dominant, which would probably place Ren as a Level C or perhaps a Noble at best. 

Charisma: OHHH (O_O) Yeah, I just viewed those scenes as “hypnotism” rather than “charisma.” I see people’s willingness to listen to and follow Kaname as a result of charisma rather than Rido manipulating (hypnotizing) Aidou - they’re two completely different cases. As far as Yuuki’s charisma, I saw it as how she was primarily raised human and wasn’t sure how to act as a Pureblood princess (an authoritative position), so she lacked the same noble nature Kaname and even Sara exude that would attract others. In short, I think it comes down to how you define “charisma” in VK XD

Well Hino’s notorious for not directly explaining things and leaving things up for interpretation, but she makes a point of having the nobles fawn over Kaname in the first arc that he doesn’t use his charisma against the other vampires, implying that it’s an actual ability (if I remember right; it’s been a while since I’ve revisited arc 1). This would of course imply that his personal magnetism could be amplified to control his fellows (which he actually does when he murders the council). But this is assuming of course that charisma isn’t a social construct that the nobles have imagined due to their historical worship of the Purebloods. If it’s actually just in the nobles’ heads, then we’re just working with natural charm and Rido’s and Sara’s abilities are separate from the charisma. Either way, you’re spot on about Yuuki I think. Either she’s just deficient in charisma because she was turned back into Pureblood later in life, or because the Nobles saw her as human first, they can’t go into worship mode for her. Same results either way I suppose. XD

Mixed Children: …This is a weird title for this point considering how I am mixed LOL XD Technically, I can’t answer this, which goes back to why I was salty (=__=) In any case, I don’t think they would birth humans because vampirism is dominant. Due to the percentage of vampiric genes a Pureblood would be bringing in, it’s unlikely they would have a human child. The only evidence that kind of supports this is that it is implied (to my knowledge, at least) that the rise of the Aristocrats came from the Progenitors mixing with humans, which would follow the Night class’s explanation of the higher levels of “human blood” aka DNA as you go down the hierarchy…

Sorry, I couldn’t think of a better simple paraphrase to cover all the potential pairings. XD Hope I didn’t offend, lol. But okay, that makes sense that the vampiric gene would be dominant, so you wouldn’t have any human children cropping up unexpectedly (unless I guess there was another environmental shift that reversed things). 

NaCl: (  O_o) Ah… But are there Purebloods that have some human blood? Is that why the Kurans are powerful? …Because they have none? Wait… What? UGH that changes everything! This is why I gave up on figuring out the inheritance of genes! X( And in the first place, WHY would the Kurans be the only ones? Huh? Huh?! Did everyone else just “conveniently” die? And I’m not supposed to side-eye that? Yeah, ok, I see you Hino (  T_T) *diffuses in high concentrations of Na+*

Haha, oh no, I don’t think I meant to imply that Purebloods have any human blood, only to question whether or not it was possible for them to birth a human child if the recessive traits lined up right I think? Obviously they’d have no human blood in them as they’d be the purest expression of the vmpr gene, right? Sorry, I got wound up with speculating what the story would be like if two Purebloods accidentally had a recessive human child or if there was a character who was a more human expressing Pureblood/Noble (such as, say, a Noble who had all the traits except no powers manifest, or a Pureblood who had bloodlust but no fangs, or short lived Purebloods, etc.). That was more speculation about where Hino could have taken the story. ;D (See, and here’s where my narrative theory tangenting comes into play, so just smack me when I go overboard, fufu.) But no, I think your theories are right on and it’s not an inconsistency on Hino’s part; it was just me rambling incoherently. XD No need for you to become a pillar of salt over it, methinks. =P

Zero: I’m getting ready to review my theory before sending it in a little bit. Before that, since you’re curious about Zero and I’m sure a lot of your followers are, could you emphasize some special traits of his that are mentioned in the story, so I don’t miss any? I’m not sure I’ll be able to cover them since his hunter genes will play a factor. If I can, I might make it a separate submission. I want to point out that I know that you’ll probably point out Zero delaying his fall to bloodlust and descent to vampirism, but I intend to cover this for Level D vampires in general.

Oh sure! The big one of course is that he overcame the twin curse in the womb, allowing his twin to be born rather than devoured (as vampiric twins are and as hunter twins are due to the vampiric genes they carry). The second unique one is that he can overcome the Master/Servant bond (where a Master can hijack and control his actions). The third, and this is only sort of implied by Takuma during the last battle with Sara, is that he seems to have a sort of weird “Pureblood charisma” effect–where he’s basically to the Purebloods what they are to the Nobles. For some inexplicable reason, they’re all drawn to him/entranced by him despite him being about as low class a vampire as you can get. It’s implied that this is all due to his ability to overcome the Master/Servant bond, but if that was all there was, only Shizuka should be interested in him because she’s his Master. 

As for Zero delaying his bloodlust and his fall, I never saw that as particularly unique to him as Zero (but of course we never got to see a normal person get turned and fall, so we have no idea how long the process usually takes). But given how chill Kaien was about it, and that both Kaien and Kaname seemed to expect “when” it would happen, the process Zero went through in this just seemed to be normal Level D experience in my estimation. Happy to hear your thoughts on this of course, but I myself never saw this as part of Zero’s special characteristics. 

Hunters: I know I said I wasn’t going to address this point, but I did look up some things regarding the hunters. Since the first hunters drank the Hooded Woman’s blood, they didn’t just consume her red blood cells, which contain no DNA, but her white blood cells, which do… Although, someone can double check me on that since I had to look that up. As for what that would do and how that fits into my theory scientifically, I’m not sure, but we know what happens in VK, so meh; we’re already ignoring blood types, so why not? I still don’t understand the science and how it would genetically alter a whole group of people, so that’s all I got for this point.

I didn’t know white blood cells contained genetic info but red didn’t! That’s a fun fact. XD /random nerd 

Well we can just assume that what happened was the Hooded Woman ordered her genes to meld with the Hunters’ legacies so they can pass them on to their children (we know the Purebloods have control over their blood within other people, so we can easily allow for the Hooded Woman to have given the order here, or perhaps the cells just did what they do and took over). 

Thanks for continuing this discussion with me! I’ll send in my next theory soon! Until then :)

I should be thank you for hanging in there with me while I dropped out to play games! =) Will be looking out for your next theory!

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I've never prompted someone before but I'm addicted to your fics, so here goes: Kalagang (of course), Wolfgang gets really drunk and Kala cares for him while he's trashed and during the ensuing hangover. Please?

okay wow first off the idea that someone can be addicted to my writing is like…mind-boggling for me.  thank you so much.

also damn this isn’t even a drabble anymore this got really long for no other reason than for some reason felix showed up?  so uh i hope you enjoy!  set in a vague whispersless future again because fuck whispers lol.

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When Felix asks Kala to be his and Wolfgang’s designateddriver that night, Kala doesn’t mind saying yes.  On the contrary, there’s a part of her thatfeels like this will be a chance for her to see Wolfgang in his naturalhabitat, so to speak.  It had taken thema long time, but they were finally free of Whispers.  Wolfgang and Felix hadn’t been out clubbingtogether since before BPO had taken Wolfgang, so Kala had never been with themin person.  Visiting and sharing were onething, but she knew it would be different to be there for real.  This was one of the only things Wolfgang usedto actually do for fun, so Kala wanted see it for herself.

Just because she won’t be drinking doesn’t mean she doesn’tplan to have fun, though.  While Wolfgangand Felix pregame in the kitchenette of Wolfgang’s flat, Kala gets dressed inthe bathroom.  She puts on a bright bluesequined dress, hoping to herself she’s not going overboard.

All doubts are washed from her mind, though, when she walksout where the men can see her.  Felixjust stops mid-sentence.  (He’s neverreally seen her outside of grungy warehouses before.)  Wolfgang puts the shot he was about to takedown on the counter and walks over to her, wrapping an arm around Kala’swaist.  She looks at him, and throughtheir connection she feels his unspoken question.  May I?  Instead of answering, she leans up and giveshim a chaste kiss.  When she pulls back,Wolfgang is grinning.  “Wow,” is all hesays.

Kala smiles, then pulls back and gives him a on his back,lightly pushing him back toward the kitchen counter.  “Go finish up, I’m ready to go whenever youtwo are.”  She looks up at Felix, whofinally closes his mouth and pours himself another shot.  Wolfgang walks back over and the two raisetheir glasses together before downing the vodka.

“Ready,” Wolfgang says the moment his glass is back on thecounter.  Kala nods and grabs her purse.

It doesn’t take long for Felix to get over himself, and withthe burn of alcohol at the back of his throat he begins talking again.  They mostly listen as he tells Kala all aboutthe club they’re going to, explaining it while Wolfgang locks up the flatbehind him and they walk down toward the car. Through the psycellium, Kala can feel Wolfgang’s buzz.  It doesn’t impair her driving in any way, butshe feels warm and happy.

Once they arrive at the club, Felix practically runs in,excitement flowing out of him.  (Wolfgangfeels so much affection for his brother in that moment, and through him Kaladoes as well.)  Hand in hand, Wolfgang guidesKala through the entrance.  The bouncersall look surprised to see him after so long, but greet familiarlynonetheless.  They nod Kala, Wolfgang,and Felix through.  And before she knowsit, Kala is being whisked over to the bar so Felix can order he and Wolfgangmore drinks.  She just gets a water andtoasts them with a smile as they down their beers.

A few more drinks later, and the two men are thoroughlydrunk.  Both of their faces are red andsweating, and they both laugh too loudly at one of Felix’s jokes.  A particularly catchy song comes on, andFelix yells, “Wolfie, remember this one?” over the music.

Wolfgang laughs and gets up. “Was this the one you were dancing to when you met that girl, Angela?”

Felix nods enthusiastically. “God, that was a great night,” he says, and then he is pulling Wolfgangonto the floor to dance.  “Let’s make itanother!”

Wolfgang resists for a moment, waiting until Kala gets up tofollow.  This isn’t the kind of music sheis used to dancing to at home, but she allows Wolfgang’s pleasant drunkconfidence to flow into her and moves to the beat.  Wolfgang and Felix are dancing too, theirintoxicated movements more erratic.  It’snot long before they’re all sweaty messes and Wolfgang is pulling off hist-shirt.  Kala takes a moment toappreciate the sight before forcing herself to look up from his chest.  They’re in public, after all.

Wolfgang, who lacks such inhibitions even when sober, doesn’tmiss the Kala’s reaction.  He raises aneyebrow as if to say, Like what you see?  Kala just laughs and grabs him by the hips,making him dance again with her.

A few songs later and Felix gets bored, so back to the barthey go.  Kala’s losing track of how manydrinks he and Wolfgang have had each, but she figures they’re the experts andone more can’t hurt.  Until one moreturns into two, and two into three, and wow even Kala’s starting to feel a bittipsy with how much Wolfgang has had to drink.

Kala leans forward, putting a hand on Wolfgang’sforearm.  And to his credit, even in hisdrunken state he still turns to her instantly with concern in his eyes.  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

She giggles, then leans forward and says in his ear, “Nothingyet, but if you keep drinking like that I’m not going to be able to drive ushome.”

And maybe he’s drunker than she thought, because his eyeslight up like he hadn’t even considered that might be a problem now that theywere this close to each other.  ThenWolfgang laughs too and leans over to Felix. “Hey, man, we gotta go.”

“What?” Felix cries loudly. “But the night’s just getting started!” Kala laughs again at that, considering how slurred Felix’s words arewhen he says it.

Wolfgang shakes his head, but he’s still grinning at hisbest friend.  “Kala’s, ah, getting a bitof a contact high,” he says, trying his best to explain without giving thingsaway to anyone who might happen to be listening.

Felix looks confused at first, but then it clicks and hegoes, “Right.  Riiiight.  Your thing.”

Wolfgang snorts and stands up.  He picks Felix up and wraps the other man’sarm around his shoulders to support his weight. Kala leads the way out of the club, but it’s slow going for the othertwo.  Wolfgang’s not much steadier thanhis brother.  (Kala wonders if maybetheir tolerance went down after so much time away from the club scene.)  She manages to corral them out of thebuilding and back into the car.  Felixcrashes into the back seat, lying down as soon as he gets there.  Wolfgang slides into the passenger seatclumsily, the alcohol removing his usual grace. Kala can’t help but find it endearing.

In the end, Felix declares himself too drunk to go homealone that night, so she drives straight back to Wolfgang’s apartment building.  Kala helps them both up the steps, Felixleaning on her as Wolfgang fumbles with his keys for a moment.  When the door is finally open, both of themstumble through the door.  Felixunceremoniously flops onto the couch.

“Wolfie?” he says, voice muffled by the cushions.

“Yeah?” Wolfgang says from the other side of the studioapartment, where he’s laid on his back on the bed.

“I think we lost our touch,” Felix replies, soundingdisappointed.

Wolfgang and Kala both laugh at that.  As the men take off their jackets and shoesto get comfortable, Kala walks to the kitchenette to get them both glasses ofwater.  She sets one down on the coffeetable by Felix, then walks over to the bed and hands the other toWolfgang.  He gives her a smile beforetaking a couple sips of water.  He putsthe glass down on his side table after that, and Kala shakes her head.

“You’re really going to want to have more water than that,”she teases.

Wolfgang rolls his eyes and obediently picks back up theglass of water.  She sits with him untilhe finishes it, then gets up to take off her own shoes and change intosomething she can sleep in.

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The next morning, Kala is the first one awake.  That in and of itself is a bit weird.  Wolfgang is usually up early in the mornings,eager to have his first cigarette and start exercising.  She shrugs it off and gets up, drawing thecurtains after she’s gotten dressed.

From the bed, she hears Wolfgang moan.  (And then she feels his migraine and deargod, how much did he end up drinking last night?)  Kala closes the curtains quickly.  “Sorry,” she says softly.  She walks over to the bedside table and picksup Wolfgang’s glass from last night.  Shegoes to the sink and gets him a glass of water, then wanders over to hisbathroom to find the ibuprofen.

He’s not exactly responsive when she returns.

“Here, take this.  You’llfeel better,” Kala says gently.

Wolfgang groans again, but slowly forces himself to getup.  She winces as his head throbs.  “Sorry,” he says as he accepts her offering.

Kala shakes her head. “Any time,” she replies.  And hecan tell she means it.

[harmonicstupidity]

Trigger /a/ Q&A with Tattun/Producer (questions in bold)

(x)

Who is your favorite girl?

Which would you have sex with?

I can't choose. I like all my characters. But I do like the newer characters that's still yet to be shown in the series.

I won't be answering your later question

Producer-san. Did any staff travel around the UK to get inspiration?

Will there be a witch from Wales?

Yes we did. We visited London and Edinburgh

We don't really have a plan for a witch from Wales.

Legit question. Was this character based on Chumlee from Pawn Stars?

Yes, this was homage to Chumlee. Also a show of respect to Matsushima, the voice actor for this particular character.

I love Chumlee!

So, who are the other Trigger girls?

TRIGGER GIRLS will not be taking part in LWA.

Isekai is the biggest trend in the industry right right now, are Trigger going to get into it?

None of the project we're working on fits that genre. But who knows, some surprise project my nudge in.

Why are there no Canadian witches?

Please put in a Canadian witch

I guess we don't have a clear image of what Canada/Canadians are like. We gotta do some studying I suppose.

(click on “Keep reading” for more questions)

When do we see Andrew debut!??

I can't disclose this information. Sorry! Just keep on watching every episode...

Did you expect Little Witch Academia to provoke such a response overseas?

How much has the international audience factored into your plans for this series?

Initially I had no expectation. But I always wanted to work on a project that will be watched and enjoyed globally.

Does Trigger approve of Akko x Diana? This is important.

No. Do what you wish in your fan fictions.

What are the chances of getting a British dub?

That'd be the dream

Producer- san

WHAT STATE IS AMANDA FROM?

We only have her nationality thought out still. She's Irish American sooo how's Brooklyn sound?

I haven't confirmed anything with the director, so anything I mention might be turned over at a later time.

Will vampire-chan appear in episode 4?

Will Sucys mom-sama appear?

We really want to.

Is there going to be a Luluco cameo in LWA?

Can't comment on this at the moment.

Is there a male counterpart to Luna Nova???

A school for Wizards??

Wizards exist in the LWA world.

Will Trigger-chan show up in LWA?

No

Will Akko ever get gud?

Will Lotte do something outside be the 3rd wheel?

You have to watch the entire series to find that out.

Producer-san what was the inspiration for the spells?

I'll disclose that information once the series is over!

Has TRIGGER considered opening up donations from overseas, or using a service like Patreon?

Many of us want to support the studio directly, but it's difficult.

Not at the moment. But if there's enough request, we can give it a try.

Producer-san do idol witches exist?

Isn't that suppose to be Chariot?

Is Akko the only muggle (non-magic folk) in the academy, or will there be more featured?

Is Luna Nova the only magic school in the LWA world?

I think there's more student from a non magic household. They're just not featured.

Yes, other magical academy aside from Luna Nova exists.

Who came up with the metal wand design?

All the designs are by Yoshinari.

Producer-san, Tattun touched upon this briefly, but what is THE single best way to support you guys directly when it comes to merchandising? Forget the middleman, forget committees, what is the best way for my money to go directly to you, tattun, and everyone else that works in the studio?

Hmmm I'm not sure.

Will Trigger be selling LWA Brooms as merchandise?

because i would buy one.

No. Someone please make a prop broom for us!

Do you guys plan on selling raw inbetween frames for LWA like you guys did for KLK?

We hope to do so!

How is production going so far on the show? How do the staff feel about the project?

We're behind! Help us!

How different is it producing anime for a platform like Netflix in comparison to just producing it regularly?

It's quite different! A lot of new rules that we have to follow.

Hi Producer-san! If this series gets dubbed, which I hope it does so kids in the States can watch it, will it have the same voice actors as for the OVAs? Or will you get new VAs?

I'm not sure. We never had any says in dubbing.

Producer-san

This is very important for us.

Ursula a virgin?

Yes/No?

She says "うるせーなwww"

Dear Producer-san

Can we trust you guys to upkeep the family-friendly and magical atmosphere of the show? I love the world this anime presents and I, as many other anons, believe that adding things like romance or going overboard with yuri would demolish that atmosphere.

We do want to keep the family friendly atmosphere. Our goal is to make a series where it is appreciated by the largest demographic.

Also, will we see more of Avery, and Akko bullying?

Avery will get a scene occasionally.

Hopefully Akko can grow out of her habits.

I know it is early but is there any plans for Season 2 or another Movie and maybe OVA if LWA came out successful/popular?

Hold your horses! Please enjoy our television series first.

What inspired the decision to make Amanda overtly Irish-American as opposed to just American?

It's one of the few times I've seen something like that done in an anime.

Not sure. It was a request by Yoshinari.

Important question: Is sucy a Filipino?

We want to keep Sucy's profile mysterious.

Why is there no Swedish witch producerSan?

You gotta settle with Lotte. She's from the same area... sort of... They exist in another class. Just not around Akko.

Will Chum Lee appear on later episodes or was it a one time cameo?

he will make an appearance occasionally.

I love Chumlee.

How much research was put into British snacks? Did anyone get as fat as Jasminka?

Wow! I'm amazed how much research you've put in.

>pot

>kettle

based tattun

This is Tattun responding. Yes my favorite flavor for kettle cook potato chip is Salt n Vinegar. Thus why I like Jas.

Are we getting beach episode?

No.

Where would you like to see anime go in 5 years? Where do you think it will be in 5 years?

I hope we're around in 5 years.

Who's work in the animation industry today do you admire?

Zootopia's director. Byron Howard

What's your opinion on animation today? 3D, 2D, video games, etc.?

It's good to have multiple ways to express a project. But my favorite is 2D.

Answers from here on by Tattun.

Are we going to get the cards?

I believe there's a plan to have them as a bonus for the BD. As for the details, I am unsure.

TATTUN

Tell Trigger that we want to give them money.

It's getting ridiculous. She kept dodging out attempts to throw money at her.

Tell them to open a donation thing. I mean come on it's current year.

The Japanese are very skeptical when it comes to new technology/idea they're not familiar with.

Is there any merch in particular that you enjoy helping create? Any that you're looking forward to that you can tell us?

Is this question exclusive to LWA? I usually make artbook type of merch. For LWA, I believe I only made the yellow staff book that went around a while ago.

aren't you supposed to work for a living

for the last few days you just sit here and shitpost

I kinda get to set my own work hours. As long as I can get the work done. I don't recall posting here all that much though? Last time was Saturday?

Does Trigger owning the IP for LWA (I assume they own it at least) give better leverage for shares of profits?

How profitable for you are figures and nendoroids?

I have no details regarding this matter. But from the looks of previous title like KLK, I don't think it's too great.

What merch do we need to buy to directly support trigger?

This is important!!!!

Mostly stuff that goes on our online store... Which isn't too rich in variety since we always have difficulties getting the go sign for oversea sales.

>I hope we're around in 5 years.

A-are you guys running low on funds? ;w;

I think our producer has the habit of overspending the initial budget lol

Hey Tattun, given what you said in the last thread, how will we know which merchandise is sold by Trigger as opposed to the committee?

I know you said that it's a complicated process regarding what merch Trigger actually gets to licence, but if there was even some way of knowing which merch is licenced by Trigger it would help a lot for those of us who wish to support the studio directly.

Might be hard but if you research hard enough, it'll generally say who manufactured the item.

>The Japanese are very skeptical when it comes to new technology/idea they're not familiar with.

Well tell them to stop being skeptical and enter the 21st century.

What do you expect from people who "REALLY" believes that such an archaic media like Blu-rays sells like pancakes.

How would you rank Trigger's original works, in order of most to least favorite?

Did you enjoy Luluco as much as I did (a lot)?

The first project I was involved was the original LWA. So nostalgia points are definitely in effect. Sooo I'll probably rank LWA on top of Luluco and KLK.

Will the old LWA sketchbook ever be reprinted?

No plans at the moment

So Tattun, do you like your anime-related job? Would you change it for something different?

Yea, I'm enjoying it. But then I gotta think of quality of life soon too lol

Tattun, is this guy right?

Nah, but this guy sounds like he has a better understanding than me.

Im sorry if this is really off the topic of anime, but when Kill la Kill was airing I heard that Trigger and Platinum Studios were pals, or just had mutual things going on so this lead to me also hearing a lot of wishing and speculation that there would be a KLK or some trigger video game at some point, however I always question the validity of that statement.

Do you know if it is true though?

Maybe one of the producer might be close with someone in Platinum? Can't confirm this but I know one of the creators from Platinum was interested in working on a KLK game if given the opportunity.

Are you planning to come back at some point in the future?

Since the Mods were kind enough to give me an account, I'd like to make more use out of it.

what are some dirty secrets about the anime industry

I thought I was pretty open with my opinions today.