#i got a little carried away the others probably won't be this long but hey i wrote Words on a Page so THANK YOU!

[colorfulbard]

Random headcanons about Katakuri and his wife

This is based on the short one shot I wrote for Katakuri. You don’t have to read it to understand. I just thought it’d be fun to write a couple of things about their family in that fic. I'll probably think of more random headcanons for fun.

Taglist: @emmaiscool22 @i-am-vita @mercymccann @tazuduck Hope you guys don't mind me tagging you in this. I know you enjoyed the fic, so I hope you enjoy this while I hey part 2 done.

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🧁You got married to Katakuri was 23, and you were 21.

🧁Ages now (🍓 represents how old you were when you had the kids)

Kata - 48

Reader - 46

First kid - 23 (🍓23) Boy

(2, 3, 4) Triplets - 21 (🍓25) Boy, Girl, Girl

(5, 6) Twins - 20 (🍓26) Boy, Girl

(7) one kid - 18 (🍓28) Boy

(8, 9) twins - 17 (🍓29) Boy, Boy

(10, 11, 12) triplets - 13 (🍓33) Girl, Girl, Girl

(13) one - 12 (🍓34) Boy

(14) one - 11 (🍓35) Boy

(15) one - 10 (🍓36) Girl

Names (💙Boy 🩷Girl)

1 Warabiko💙

2 Manju💙

3 Vanilla 🩷

4 Matcha🩷

5 Gelato💙

6 Apple🩷

7 Dorayaki💙

8 Caramel 💙

9 Maple💙

10 Peach🩷

11 Kiwi🩷

12 Mango🩷

13 Dango💙

14 Fritter💙

15 Madeline🩷

🧁Katakuri was petrified of having kids. Marrying you didn't help that fear either.

🧁What if after waiting 9 whole months, your baby comes out looking exactly like him? With his fangs to match.

🧁In his mind, you'd be disgusted, like his mother was, and neglect your children.

🧁Meanwhile, you were daydreaming how adorable your kids would be if they were a mini version of your husband.

🧁You had two years of Katakuri all to yourself. Then came your first child, Warabiko. He was a result of Big Mom pressuring the two of you to hurry it up. If you had it your way, you would have waited a little bit longer.

🧁You knew Katakuri was holding her off as long as he could for you, but you could see how stressed he was. That's when you suggested to start trying and that you were ready. You never told him the truth.

🧁Despite the stress of Big Mom on your ass, you still loved Warabiko more than anything.

🧁He looked exactly like his father. Katakuri was worried you'd be upset, but you were so happy.

🧁You clutched him to your chest and cried. "He looks just like you, Kata!" You had squealed.

🧁Although you had to admit, you were slightly disappointed he didn't come out with Kata's fangs.

🧁Every child you had after that wasn't a result of Big Mom pressuring you. It was you jumping Katakuri every chance you got.

🧁It wasn't your fault he was constantly training without his vest and scarf on.

🧁One time, he was carrying one of the babies like that. Needless to say, that's how your first set of triplets came.

🧁Katakuri could take some of the blame. He knew exactly how to rile you up. That's why he always had his scarf and vest off whenever he was training, but you didn't need to know that.

🧁He was a bit too embarrassed to outright ask you. That's why he always resorted to taking his vest and scarf off. He knew you'd lightly tease him if he did ask.

🧁The whole 9 months you were pregnant with Warabiko were spent convincing Katakuri to take his scarf off when he was taking care of the baby.

🧁"I can't. My face will probably make them cry." He'd say, turning away from you.

🧁You'd pout at him. "No, they won't! They won't even understand that other people think it's "scary"." You put air quotes around scary.

🧁Sure enough, you were right. Warabiko loved seeing his father without his scarf. And the second Katakuri put it on, he immediately began to scream at the top of his lungs.

🧁You laughed when Katakuri was forced to take off again. "It's like he thinks you went away! How cute!"

🧁Every child after that behaved the same way Warabiko did. They refused to see him with his scarf on.

🧁You could never get over how much of a natural Katakuri was at fatherhood. Seeing him be so doting and sweet with the kids just made you wanna have more.

🧁He probably got good practice from taking care of his own siblings.

🧁You'd probably catch up with Big Mom sooner or later at this point. But could anybody blame you when your husband looks like that?

🧁Every name that your children got was a result of your pregnancy cravings. Sure, it was silly, but you liked how all the Charlotte kids have dessert themed names.

[spencerified]

hey there again. so this came up to me when I was trying to sleep the other day and it's veeeeery indulgent i have to admit so bear with me. hope everyone likes it. sending loooots of hugs ♡

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It's sunny outside. 

Not sunny enough to cause a sunburn, like the last time you went to the beach, but Spencer still insisted that you wore sunscreen and fussed over you until you put on a decent amount that he approved. He doesn't play about your wellbeing. 

The thought makes you smile. He doesn't miss it. 

"What's that smile for?" He asks, and his lips mirror yours as they curl upwards into a gentle smile. He unconsciously gravitates closer towards you until your shoulders brush against each other, and you playfully nudge your side against his. 

You wait a few seconds until you come up with an answer that won't give away how much of a sap you are for him. In the meanwhile, both of you walk through the park, taking in the sounds of dogs barking, children running around, and the comforting sound of the leaves rustling. 

"It's a nice day out," you smile, looking up at him to try and gauge his reaction. When Spencer told you about his job as a behavioral analyst, you thought reading him would be a task almost next to impossible. But you look at him, and you wonder what could possibly be so hard to read about the way he looks at you and his eyes twinkle like you're something he's been unknowingly longing for and this is the first time he gets to lay his eyes on you?

He's not looking anywhere else but at you when he answers. "It is." 

You don't talk for a couple of minutes after that. Before him, you found yourself always eager to fill in the blanks in conversations; you couldn't stand awkward silences, so you fumbled to find a topic that you could exploit until the conversation flowed naturally. With Spencer, you've found that you can appreciate silences when they're with the right person. You don't find silences awkward anymore because you've realized that the connection between both of you goes beyond what words can express. 

He brushes his pinky finger against yours, retreating back to his original place until you reach for him and link your own pinky with his. Based on his coy smile as he looks away from you and into the gardens, you deduce he probably thinks he's being sneaky, acting like you're the one who sought him out. He's still bashful about openly asking for your undivided affection. It's not a problem when you're still always willing to give whatever he'll take. 

"Look," you say, stopping and crouching down to the garden on your right. He turns around sporting a puzzled expression, and he's about to spout some data about the staggering amount of germs on an average sidewalk as you kneel to take a flower in your hands. You look so in awe he stops. 

Flowers have always been an interest of yours. Very early into the relationship Spencer caught up on that; the first time he noticed, it was because you stopped to look at a cute flower blooming from between the cracks on the sidewalk, mumbling a speech about resilience that he could probably recite from memory right now if he tried to. That same time, you picked each little flower that you ran into on the walk back to your place with the utmost care and carried them around until you got home and you were elated to place one anywhere you found; on the small table next to the door, on the kitchen counter, in the coffee table in your living room. 

And so he made it a point to always bring you bouquets of new, unique flowers any time he could, each bouquet accompanied by his intimate knowledge of their origins, their symbolism, little facts he thinks you would like about them. You love getting flowers, and Spencer loves sharing knowledge with you. 

You pick the flower tenderly, patting down the dirt you may have disturbed by doing so, and hold it out for him as you stand. "It's a sunflower. A little one." 

He takes it in his fingers and analyzes it intently. "It's not really a sunflower." 

"It's not?" You ask; and you peer over to look at the small yellow thing from the same angle and with the same intensity Spencer does. "It's yellow. And it has the brown button thingie there." 

"It's actually a Little Goldstar black-eyed susan. You know, they would appear almost identical to the untrained eye, but there are a few details that set them apart. For example, sunflowers tend to grow taller than black eyed susans do. Not only that, but black-eyed susans have a sort of plain brown button in the center of the flower instead of the pollen that you would find in the middle of a sunflower. You can also tell the difference from a distance because black-eyed susans grow in clusters, while sunflowers tend to be more singular."

You stare at him for a few seconds. "I'm sorry. I can't get past them being called 'black eyed susans'. Who even named them that?"

"I don't know," he says, and you know by the way he tries to hide his smile that he's about to make a bad joke. "Probably someone who really liked a girl named Susan." 

It actually makes you laugh. Perhaps love has played a little trick on you and tampered with your sense of humor, leaving you delightfully unprotected from his endearing nature. 

"You're probably right," you resume walking. Spencer holds the black eyed susan in his right hand while the left holds yours. He wants you to have your hands unburdened for the rest of the flowers he knows you'll pick on the walk before heading home. You think for a second, and then ask: "Would you name a flower after me?" 

"Oh, totally," he says without a second of doubt. "I would plant a whole field of flowers and then name it after you." 

You find yourself entertained by the hypothetical. Maybe you like silences with Spencer; but you also like the way you can say a single sentence and it will unfold into an hours long conversation so easily. No matter how many topics you two explore and rave about, it's like the stream of the conversation never runs dry. 

"What flowers would you plant?" 

He scrunches his nose as he thinks. He would probably ponder less on how to solve the Riemann hypothesis than he is on what flowers he would pick for you. If you were the one asking him to do so, he would most likely find a way to solve it by noon.

"I would choose... something pink. Or white," or both, you add softly to his reasoning. "Orchids, perhaps. They are very beautiful, and difficult to maintain. Like you." 

Your smile doesn't falter for not even a second. Still, you swat his arm lightheartedly. "Did you just call me difficult?" 

"I called you beautiful," he mentions, turning his smile into a straight line as he looks at you. 

"I think I heard difficult somewhere in there." 

"I don't recall." 

[itzymixy]

Kinktober Day 12 (🔞🍆)

G!P Ryujin × G!P Bae - Nervous

Today was a big day in the jyp building, all of the nmixx girls were buzzing with excitement because today to prepare for their newest comeback they'd be having a dance class taught by their sunbaes, Itzy

They all looked up to them so much but one girl in particular idolised them and that was Bae, she had admired itzy for years, specifically Ryujin, maybe she had a little crush on the older girl and she hoped that she'd be able to keep that secret, the only other person that knew was Sullyoon who had already been teasing her about it non stop....and that was before itzy had arrived

They'd all met briefly before just walking past eachother in the building but never like this, learning a routine from them 16 hours for the next week

The girls were busy warming up on the floor when the doors swung open revealing itzy, well 4 of them Ryujin was nowhere to be seen and at the Bae was disappointed but also slightly relieved but that didn't last too long, a few minutes later Ryujin came bursting through the door hold an ominous looking brown bag and trying to balance 3 trays of 11 drinks in her hands

"Sorry I'm late" she chirped, "I was getting everyone breakfast" she held out the bag of Muffins as Yeji ran to help with the drinks that were nearly falling over

Ryujin began handing out the food and drinks recieving grateful smiles and words of thanks from everyone until she got to the last person,  Bae, who could barely look at her in the eyes for longer that 3 seconds without blushing so she took the sweet treat from Ryujin with a shy smile avoiding eye contact and mumbling out a thank you, trying not to freak out when their hands brushed, Ryujin Thought she was adorable

Sullyoon shooting Bae a knowing look and teasingly doing kissy faces at her, Bae just rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her

After they all had food they got straight to practicing

" okay so first we'll show you the full routine so you can get familiar with it before we start teaching you the moves and all the techniques" Yeji explained and Chaeryeong ran to the laptop pressing play so the music boomed the thr speakers in the room

The girls were in awe of the way itzy moved nailing every single step, Bae couldn't take her eyes off of Ryujin,  the way her body moved doing things to her, she could feel herself getting hard, this was so embarrassing, she hoped no one would notice as she discreetly tried to run off and escape to the bathroom, waiting for her excited member to go down but it wasn't happening, she couldn't stop thinking about Ryujin

In the practice room the music had just finished and itzy were about to start teaching when Ryujin looked them over counting the members in her head and then she spoke up "where's Bae gone?" , Sullyoon knowing what happened decided to tease Bae even more and replied "I'm not sure, you should probably go to find her" to which Ryujin nodded making her way out of the room not before saying "you guys can carry on without us, I'll teach Bae everything she needs to know when we get back" this sentence making Sullyoon giggle slightly

Just as Bae was about to relieve herself and reach into her shorts, the door to the bathroom opened stopping her in her tracks

"Hey Bae I know you're in here, are you okay" Ryujin said, even her voice made Bae twitch

Bae slowly stood up and opened the door coming face to face with a concerned looking Ryujin "Please tell me what's Wrong" she said making Bae feel guilty for not even  being able to look at her

Ryujin reached for her hand holding it in hers and said " Bae look at me, Did I do something to upset you, is that why you won't look at me" at this bae looked up shyly and assured her that wasn't the case " you didn't upset me, you just um .....you make me nervous"

"Me....I make you nervous.....why ...do you like me or something" Ryujin said jokingly only stopping when Bae's face gave away that that is exactly why

"Ohhh now i get it, come here silly, give me a hug, you dont have to be nervous around me " Ryujin said and watched as Bae did what she asked not wanting to upset Ryujin But bae had forgotten about her ....situation in her pants that was being shielded by the door until now so as Ryujin pulled her in for a hug she felt the younger girls bulge against her stomach as they pulled apart both looking down at the hard clothed shaft that bae quickly covered with her hands flushing bright red from embarrassment

Ryujin on the other hand had the opposite reaction,biting her lip as she felt her own cock begin to grow as she asked "do you need help with that" placing her hand over Bae's crotch who just quickly nodded leaning back against the wall watching as Ryujin pulled her dick from inside her shorts and dropped to her knees quickly licking the tip tasting the precum as she licked her way down the large shaft before taking it inside her mouth sucking and swirling her tongue around Bae's sensitive cockhead  making the younger girl moan

At this Ryujin reached down releasing her own cock moving her hand up and down her shaft as she kept bobbing her head giving bae the best blow job she'd ever had, it did take long before Bae was cumming in Ryujin's mouth and that was just the beginning

Ryujin had Bae leant over the sink, fingering her asshole getting her ready to take her cock, but they'd have to be quick, they'd already been gone 10 minutes

Once Bae was adjusted to the feeling of Ryujin's fingers the older girl wasted no time placing her cock at the entrance and pushing into the tight hole, her thrusts beginning to pick up the pace making Bae whine out for more so Ryujin reached around grabbing her still hard cock and expertly playing with it until she made Bae cum again, whispering into her ear "do I still make you nervous baby" to which Bae shook her head letting out a sigh as Ryujin planted kisses to her neck and then they both quickly cleaned up the bathroom that was covered with their cum  before heading out of the bathroom and back to the rehearsal getting knowing looks from half of the girls who had to put up with the 2 of them being all lovey dovey for the rest of the week

[jannahime]

One Helluva Hunt Part 2

Raian Kure x GN Reader Raian Kure x Reader Raian Kure x female reader

Synopsis: You are now trapped in Raian's grasp as he took you with him without hesitation. Where is he taking you? Why did he take you? What y'all's destination....only the Devil himself knows.

Warning: ⚠��� blood, gore, Explicit, violence, angst, brutality, trash husband, Brutal Raian Kure, profanity, rough sex, rough kissing, unprotected sex, M and F oral, breeding, trigger warning

MDNI 18+ only

Side note: some of the stuff on the warnings won't come until later but I'm letting you know what the story will have. And I'm trying to make this one really long at least. It's Raian bro! He needs to shine!

Gif credit: @hoe4rairai and also clideo.com: if I got this wrong please let me know so I can fix.

Word count: l,202

Part 1 ⬇️

You were still being carried like a sack of rice and Raian cackled wickedly in amusement.

“Um….sir…..Mister….where are you taking me?” You say still confused as all you could see was a vast range of forest and dirt and his walking feet.

Raian says nothing as he handles you roughly. “Hey!” You say a bit annoyed as he continues to carry you like a sack of rice.

You notice his ass, firm, and very enticing. You begin to blush. “God he has a fina ass. I want to touch it…it's probably firm.” You think to yourself as you gulp down some saliva and look away from his ass.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” You say pretty irritated.

Suddenly Raian drops you on your bottom in which you land hard on the ground. “OW! HEY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE PUTTING ME DOWN!” You Bellowed with rage as you rubbed your butt to soothe the pain away.

“SHUT UP!” Bellowed Raian back with a wicked sneer.

“MAKE ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You yell back, getting in his face.

The two of you growl at each other but Raian seems to be enjoying the interaction seeing as he kept laughing with an amused wide grin.

Suddenly your stomach growls and you back away feeling a little embarrassed. Raian laughs at you as he then gets up and walks away. You wonder what the hell he's doing.

He brings back some wood and starts a fire. “go hunt for your food I ain't no one's babysitter especially for a weakling like you!” replied Raian harshly.

“I'm not a weakling you bastard! And I know how to fucking hint and I don't fucking need a man to do shit for me! And why did you bring me with you anyway!” You retorted back at him loudly.

He continued to laugh in amusement as he got up and went deep into the woods to hunt for a boar. You just fumed and you went your own way to hunt for anything to eat, like a boar, a rabbit, a deer, and yes even a snake.

As you enter deep into the woods you see a boar. But what you didn't know is that it was the same boat that Raian was hunting. As soon as you lunge at the boar and so does Raian.

“I saw it first you jackass!” you growled as you pushed him out of the way. Raian just laughed and lunged forward towards the boar. You punched him in the face and kicked him hard on his side sending him flying through various trees knocking them down like Domino's and that still had no effect on him.

“You think that will stop me! You brat!” He growled as he lunged towards you and the boar. You quickly dodged his attacks and you decided to hide above the trees. Luckily you managed to gather some sticks and some rocks and what you could use as string.

“I’ll be damned if he gets that boar before me!” You grumble under your breath as you make a bow and arrow with what you could gather in the forest.

“Oh Angel cakes! Where are you?” Called out Raian in a chilling singsong tone.

“Tch! Fucking asshole.” You mutter under your breath annoyed. You look for the boar ignoring Raian and once you see the boar you take your aim and shoot the boar down.

You glide from tree to tree to claim your prize but Raian tackles you to the ground. “I found you! Angel cakes!” He growled with a menacing glare still with that vile sneer on his face.

“Oof! Hey you bastard! The boar is mine! I shot it down with my bow and arrow fair and square.” You spat with fury as you pushed him off of you. You hurried and took your prize. But he laughed as he showed you that he had caught many more boars and deers he had hunted down and claimed as prizes.

It was as if he was toying with you from the very beginning the hunt started. You glared at him and purposely bumped into him to move out of the way.

He devoured all of his prizes while you slowly ate yours. He finishes all of his hunts and then he puts out the fire and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder once again like a sack of rice.

“Augh! Hey! You ass! Stop it! Let me go!” You yell as you try to get out of his grasp.

Raian continued to grin slyly as he smacked your ass with his right hand.

“Oh! HEY! WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DID YOU DO THAT! I BARELY KNOW YOU- AUGH!” You yell at him irritated by his personality. He then jerked her back a little on his shoulder making her grab onto the back of his black jacket tightly.

“What a noisy bunny you are.” He says laughing at you as he continues to walk through the woods with you over his shoulder. After a good while of him walking in the woods you start getting sleepy. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your whole body is going and limp.

You finally crash and your hands are swaying back and forth as they start patting Raian’s firm and hot ass.

Raian could hear you snoring so he pulled you backwards and carried you in his arms bridal style.

“Damn it! This stupid woman fell asleep ...how boring…..well at least she won't remember how to get back home since The Kure clan’s village is hidden near the mountains anyway. What a foolish woman she is.” Replied Raian with a heavy and irritated sigh.

The next morning you woke up in an unfamiliar place. There was no more forest. You looked around and saw that you were sleeping on a comfortable futon and a very cozy room with tatami flooring and a beautiful scenery of the veranda surrounded by the gardens and forest.

“W-we're am I?” You talk to yourself all puzzled.

“Oh good! You're awake!” Says a cherry voice. You turn to look and see a young woman with short black hair and the same Black eyes that Raian has. But she seemed much nicer than him. She had a tray of food in her hands.

“Um….hello there….good morning…um….where exactly am I and who are you?” You ask, still puzzled but smiling kindly at her.

“You're at the home of the Kure Clan. I'm Fusui Kure and your sister in law….it's so nice to finally meet my older brother's wife!” She bows respectfully to you.

“Huh…..*blinks rapidly.* Pardon me? Come again?.......” You are still confused.

“Welcome to the family! Sister in law!” She says with a bright smile.

You faint back on the futon as your soul leaves your body.

“OH NO! SISTER IN-LAW! SISTER IN-LAW! GRANDPA! RAIAN’S WIFE FAINTED! SOMEONE! HELP!” Fusui yelled as she quickly grabbed a hand fan and began blowing air to you.

“How….did I……end up in this situation again.” You think to yourself as you scream internally still unconscious.

To be continued: .......

[6okuto]

heyy l love ur all your touchstarved hcs and I was wondering if you could write anything for ais? if you’ve done him already could you do leander? thank youu <3

GENERAL AIS HCS

gn!reader | OF COURSEE my babygirl & thank u omg IM GLAD U GUYS LIKE THEM !!🫶 i'll probably make a separate leander post + posts for the others too tbh

you see it in the demo but he's so so happy to see you get along with princess + any other pets 🙁 personally i need a scene where they go to you instead of him and he pretends to be offended.

"after all i've done for you?" he asks before squatting beside you. his eyes flicker over to you before he joins in petting them. "guess i can't blame you, though."

ais teaching them tricks and grinning and saying good job and laughing when they jump on him for a reward. him teaching princess a trick and secretly being very excited to show you because he wants to see your reaction🙁💔

ONE LAST PET NOTE but i need to know what other names he's thought of because he totally looks like he'd give a big scary pet the silliest name ever. peak entertainment for him

if you know any other languages he'd love to learn some phrases!! yes i mean insults for others and nicknames for you. ais loves using them on like,, leander,, who's like What? so he can go "Wouldn't you like to know."

would be very amused if you dyed your hair to match his. calls you a copycat but if you threatened to redye it he'd get more annoying (said lovingly)

does the thing where he leans in really close as if he's gonna kiss you then doesn't. he reaches to grab something behind you and moves away while grinning

he likes listening to you talk about your interests and makes sure to remember important details. casually osmosis's (???) your interests and opinions even if he's never touched it himself

pulling him closer by his clothes or necklaces gets him. Interested.

the pocky game. he takes huge bites and kisses you or gets so incredibly close everyone's just like oh shut up. takes the stick that's a centimeter long between his fingers and goes "i think we got an inch left"

the type of guy who if you wordlessly hugged him would be like "miss me that much?" but have a noticeably firm hold around you because he Is a little worried about why you're hugging him. if you sincerely say yes, his eyes and voice soften when he says "well, good thing i'm here now."

he's confident and totally trusts you but he also finds it incredibly amusing to walk up and kiss you or wrap an arm around your waist if he sees someone try hitting on you. asks "hey, babe, who's this?" while staring right at them. Won't be nice if the person's an ass though

not afraid of pda. you could literally be clinging on to him and he wouldn't mind.

one of the guys who'd carry your silly looking bag without hesitation

you could say "oh try this," about a silly little heart headband and he'd let you put it on as long as he can give You one. "now we match," he says with a grin. take a picture together and set it as his lock screen and he won't change it for ages

looks like a guy who will drape himself on top of you if you're in bed or on the couch. the type of guy who when you say you need to go pee says okay i'll come with you before you shove him

^ likes it when you hold him and just play with his hair or trace things along is back. he plays that game where he tries to guess what you're writing and is ? weirdly good at it ?

if you made a playlist for him he'd listen to it whenever he misses you

also if you have spotify he always checks your profile. you say "i need to know who's liking my playlists" and he's like yeah they must have a crush on you. it's literally him though

sends you shit like this and says you @ me / us / etc because he's annoying and also correct. ais at the peak of the "you want me so bad" jokes would be on top of the world

[misc-obeyme]

Tbh CC, I don't think MC is still in love with the brothers after everything that's happened,,, thinking about it, it feels more and more like MC is just putting up with the brothers and taking care of them rather than loving them

Imagine MC admitting their love for the brothers died a long time ago and now they're just here to keep things in check, what do you think would happen?

Oh hey Lucifer, bringing me the angst today I see! Ouchies!

I think it probably depends on the MC involved. Generic OM MC is highly tolerant, slightly crazy, and somehow insanely resilient. They've definitely been through a lot and I think it's interesting to note that they have never once had any kind of emotional breakdown. They've had little outbursts here and there, but that's about it.

I think part of this is due to the story format. We've got a situation where MC is a character that doesn't say or do much. They're very reactionary in general.

But if we consider how this same story might go if it was a specific MC, one who was a fully fleshed out character, things can change dramatically. And there is absolutely a chance that MC could fall out of love with the brothers or even not fall in love with them to begin with.

It's kinda funny because I have a preference for the side characters in general and I think it's because they don't need MC to take care of them. The brothers are all very demanding and don't like when MC isn't with them all the time. But the side characters have their own stuff going on and are independent. They're all still hopelessly in love with MC, but they don't rely on MC the same way the brothers do.

But let's consider the scenario where one day MC has reached their limit. They don't explode or anything, but they quietly admit that their love has died and they only stick around out of obligation.

The thing about this is that I think all the brothers would have picked up on it before this moment, but some of them wouldn't know what was happening and others would. For instance, I see Lucifer and Asmo just sorta being like yeah we expected this. Whereas Mammon and Levi would be like okay we knew something was up, but we didn't think it was this!

I think at that point, the brothers would do all they could to change things. They can all be idiots and they get carried away and often cause MC more stress than anything. But I think if they knew how MC felt, that they were feeling this way, they would try to change.

It might not work. These demons are old and old people are often set in their ways. It might be hard for them to change. Then again, they were also created to live as long as they do, so perhaps they're better at adapting than humans are. Maybe they would find it isn't so hard for them to make the changes they need to in order to have MC be more comfortable again.

The problem is that even if they succeed in changing their behaviors, that doesn't mean MC will love them again. No matter what the brothers do, MC won't be able to make themselves love again. It's not impossible, but it's not something that's predictable, either.

I think part of the solution would be MC spending time away from them. Whether that's staying in the Devildom, but living somewhere else such as the castle or Purgatory Hall or going back to the human world, I think it would require some time apart.

I think a lot of times people fall out of love because they change in different directions. So if MC has changed, but the brothers haven't, that could be the cause. It could be that MC and the brothers have both changed, but differently enough that they no longer have that same chemistry from before. And sometimes you just can't fix it.

MC would have to make their choice at that point. If they all spent some time apart, then the brothers actively tried to change, but MC still finds that they aren't in love with them anymore, then MC has to decide. They have to decide if it's worth spending the rest of their life taking care of a bunch of demons who have already managed to survive a long time without them and who will likely live on far after they're gone. If MC is still mortal, they may decide they don't have time for that. Maybe they'll permanently move in to the castle or Purgatory Hall. I think that has a lot of angst potential because they'd still see the brothers a lot, but it'd be like there go my seven exes lol.

Ahhh it's such a sad scenario! And there are a lot of ways it could go, depending on the MC involved. My MC is more likely to lose their shit way before it ever got to this point so I can't even imagine it with them lol. But a quieter MC who feels the responsibility of being everything the demons expect them to be might certainly stick around long enough.

Anyway, this is getting lengthy, but I think it'd be a difficult time for all if this happened. The brothers might try to fix things, but I think in the end everybody would want MC to make the right choice for themselves.

[thesweetroro]

𐙚 ˚🪷(Little lady time)｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

hey yall this one i did post before in my old acc ,but now im reposting it hoping for the better also just if you guys are hungry until im done with the other Requests, enjoy babies!💋💋

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꩜ Reposting 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 cell 13

── .✦🏷️ main four (WITH OUT NICO)

“you stop give them attention during period”

ꪆৎ

˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧 (Uno)

 -He was so confused at first because he knows you and how moody you could be but that.. that wasn’t giving you!,so if you kept on being like this he is going be upset or moody as will , he says “that’s why we get called partners,right?”

 -If you are not gonna be touchy with him he will do it himself because what’s kind of boyfriend is that?, he will flirt with you a lot and tell you even if you’re feeling like a naked rat rn that you look so gorgeous, and ofc “kisses- cuddles” this boy missed your touch around the day.

 -If you ever cried In front of him he will be heartbroken more than you are, because your tears is so Important to him so why would he let them go on Something he could fix he will bring you tea and cup you up in his arms while telling you that it’s ok and let your emotions out.

-he knew you very well and will be around you for as long as your period going .

-he loves laying his head on your stomach and yap about how much he loves you ,if you want to be the one on top of him he will play with your hair.

-while he whispers to you ,he make sure to ask you every minute about where the pain goes or if it got better or worse, going to gently brush on the pain spot.

 -make sure you eat your main meals and makes the best drinks that will help the pain go away .

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋`⛩️:✧˚.🗝️⋆𖧧 (jyugo)

-congratulations he is cooked 🤗,when you stopped giving him attention he didn’t bother much but it’s not like you, you’re the sunny version of him,and he started to think he is the reason and start blames himself but you finally slapped the voices in his head out of him with “hey it’s just my period” so he got back to mewing.

 -If that’s the first time you told him about your period he gets so confused and probably wouldn’t know what to do about it ,i mean it’s scary for him that you bleed and all but like as long as it not gonna kill you.

-he will try to make you comfortable, he cares about you genuinely and ready to do anything to help.

-this boy don't forgot you taking care of him every time he was sick, that’s why he wouldn't stop trying even if he drop the heating pad , and yamato almost burned him with the tea that he got you.

-"it still hurts?.. I'm sorry im not that much of a help in those situations"

-just ask him for kiss he will cover you with them.

 -believe it or not he won't escape until your period is over,(or the first paintful days).

ꪆৎ

‧₊˚ 🍔 ‧₊𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🪻(Rock)

-he would let it pass at first but then you did alot of things that made it obviously something isn’t right, like not doing your daily walks or not going with him to building 5 or cheering him up,not even doing to the dinner table!,so he got you by your waist and picked up and throw you in the corner of the warehouse “do you know you have 30 minutesss?? yes 30” (to tell him what’s wrong ofc).

-as soon as he know he got to work!, didn’t waste any seconds,he got out of the cell and got you all the food you love and need , he feed you and don’t allow you to move a muscle.

-the bear will be here with every thing helps you, even brings kuo , a bunch of snacks, Hot coffee,sweets,blankets, heating pad.

-and if anyone had the nerve to upset you just just rip.

-definitely cuddling.

-like uno head on your stomach or buries his face in your neck..until he's sleeping while holding you.

-playing with your hair, if you slept on his chest? would rather tense muscles than wake you up.

-to make you laugh he makes you run away with them (carries you) just to see hajime go crazy.

TYSM

[sissylittlefeather]

Here's number 2! This one is longer, with a plot indicated but not really stated. This could be a continuation of the first one, really. Basically, Elvis and a long-term partner who he met early on and could never quite let go of. I will probably revisit this one and either rewrite the ending or give more backstory. Maybe there'll be a part 3 prequel. Who knows? These fics take up a mind of their own while I'm writing them.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, p in v sex, infidelity, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, cussing, fluffy smut, angsttttt, and probably more

Rating: definitely at least R, still pretty tame use of language, but it's pretty sexy, either way NO MINORS. LOOK AWAY.

I have no idea what the word count is 😬. Feel free to imagine the real EP or Austin EP, I go back and forth in my mind.

Feels like Forever

You're in bed with a book when you hear a soft knock on your door. You glance at the clock on the night stand. Almost midnight. He's late. Still, it's been over six months since you've seen him, so you don't want to waste too much time being angry. You stand up and pull your silky pink robe tighter around your body, on the off chance that it's not him. Even if it is, you don't want to give him too much of a show too quickly.

There's another quiet knock as you walk to the door.

"Hang on, I'm coming."

You pull open the door to find Elvis standing there, leaning against the door frame. He's wearing a black jacket and pants with a red scarf hanging loosely around his neck. He's also holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Hey baby." He does something between a smile and a smirk, hoping you won't notice the time.

"You're late." You turn around and walk into the room. You're not really mad, but you want him to know that you wish he'd been there earlier. He follows you into the room, setting the champagne and glasses on a little table.

"Aww, honey, I'm sorry. I just got caught up talking with the guys and they wouldn't let me leave. You know I don't want to miss a minute that I can be with you."

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. You feel yourself melt at his touch.

"Let me make it up to you? I really missed you."

"I missed you too." You say quietly as you turn to face him, putting your arms around his neck. He maintains his hold on your waist. He has that look in his eye like he wants to kiss you, but he's not quite sure if he's forgiven. He decides to risk it anyway, but he moves in slowly, like the first time he kissed you all those years ago. It's been so long, and so much has changed, but sometimes you can still catch glimpses of the boy you fell in love with. His lips press against yours, softly at first and then with more pressure, like he finally remembers who you both are and what you mean to each other. Your lips part and this time it's your tongue that does the playful teasing.

"Mmmm" he hums softly before opening his mouth and sending his tongue in to dance with yours. There's a give and take to the way you kiss him that's unlike anything else you've ever experienced. It truly is like a dance and you never want the song to end.

He reaches down to grab your thighs and pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, still kissing him deeply. He carries you to the bed and lays you down gently. You can tell his desire is burning hotter with every second he spends in your room-- yours is too-- but he's still moving slowly, dwelling in each sensation. He's on top of you in the bed now. You can feel his hardness pressed against your thigh and your body responds to knowing he's so close by. You pull his scarf off and toss it to the side. You start to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

"This. Off. Now." You mumble as you try to push his shirt off of his shoulders. At this point, you can only manage single syllables. He chuckles a little, now fully aware of the effect he's had on you. He knows he's forgiven for being late. As he sits up on his knees to remove his shirt, you take in the beauty of his body. It's not perfectly cut, but it's masculine and strong, making you feel small and safe. You long to feel him against you again. But he has something a little different in mind. He unties your robe and lets the pieces slip over to the sides, revealing you. You watch his eyes as they roam over your body, taking in every last bit of you.

"Damn, you're beautiful."

This is another one of your favorite things about him. No matter how many times he's seen you naked, every time is like the first time and it makes you feel as beautiful as he says you are. He leans over you, exploring your chest with his mouth, stopping here and there to kiss, suck, and nibble on the most sensitive places. You moan a little and arch your back, enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue on your body. You want him to keep going further down to where you ache for him to touch you. Seemingly reading your mind, he kisses the spot right below your belly button and slides his thumbs under the sides of your panties to pull them down.

In a second, he's back at your hips and you spread your legs open to give him access to you. Slowly, he licks on either side of the center spot, teasing you.

"Elvis, please, don't..." you trail off as he presses his tongue hard against you and you gasp audibly. He gets to work moving his tongue back and forth and around in circles. You can feel the ecstasy building inside you and you know your release is coming quickly. He slides his index and middle fingers into you and back out again and back in again, still moving his tongue over and around you. He knows how close you are too and he's going to use every skill he's got to push you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Elvis, fuck" you almost scream as you hit your climax and he doesn't stop what he's doing. Waves of pleasure wash over you, crashing into your hips and thighs, making you pulse around his fingers. You put your hand on top of his head to let him know you need him to stop before the sensation completely overwhelms you. He pulls away and looks up at you smiling. He likes knowing he's done a good job and based on your reaction he's feeling pretty confident.

He climbs back up your body, wiping his mouth with his hand and kissing your stomach, your chest, your neck, finally landing back at your mouth. He tastes sweet now, but with the way he's kissing you, you barely notice.

Your fingers begin to fumble with his pants button and zipper. You need him inside you. He stops kissing you long enough to get his pants off. For a second he hovers over you, both of you breathing heavily.

"I've waited so long for this" he whispers breathily in your ear. You reach down, lining him up with you.

"Me too. Now fuck me, Elvis Presley, like this is the last night we'll ever be together." He groans at the thought and enters you fully in a single shot. He pumps into you rhythmically, in and out and in again. But you don't let him stay in that position for long.

"Sit up." He obeys, rearranging himself until he's sitting with his back against the headboard. You hold on to the top of the wooden headboard and lower yourself onto him, taking in his hardness slowly.

"Mmm." You hum with him, putting your forehead against his. You throw your head back and slide up and down on him in a slow but steady pattern.

Suddenly, you stop, looking into his eyes.

"Oh, no, baby, please don't do this to me." He pleads. You bounce lightly on just the top inch of him.

"Please let me have all of you. I need it. I might go crazy, honey." More light bouncing.

"What do you want, honey? I'll give you anything right now."

"Shhh baby" you respond, putting a finger on his lips before you plant a deep kiss there.

The only thing you want from him right now is the full length of him inside you, so you lower yourself onto him until he's filling you entirely.

"Oh fuck, y/n, yes that's what I needed." You feel him shudder beneath you as you continue to slide up and down on him, taking him as deeply as possible every time.

He looks into your eyes and laughs, "you know I love it and hate it when you do that."

"Why do you think I do it?" You smile playfully.

"Mmm" he smiles and closes his eyes again as you continue to ride him.

"I'm gettin' close, baby."

"In that case..." You climb off of him and lay on your stomach next to him, head on your arms, knowing this is one of his favorite ways to finish. He straddles your hips and hovers over you again, this time moving your hair out of the way to kiss the back of your neck and your shoulder. You feel him line himself up with you from behind. He enters the same place he just was, but from a completely different angle and you moan with the pleasure of having him back inside you. He picks up the pace of his thrusting.

"No." He pulls out of you suddenly and the sensation shocks you.

"What...?" He rolls you over onto your back and pushes himself back into you. He's kissing you all over your neck and face.

"If this is the last time, I want to kiss you as much as I can." He's not wrong that something about this time feels particularly final. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze your eyes closed. You will not cry over this married man who has held your heart since that first time you were together. You realize he's holding you just as tightly as he continues the slow rhythm he started after he rolled you over.

"I love--" he starts but you interrupt him.

"Don't." You pull it together just long enough to push him onto his back one last time, climb on top, and ride him until he's so overwhelmed with ecstatic pleasure that he can't think about what just happened.

"Oh fuck, baby, thank you." He sighs. You roll onto your back next to him and stare at the ceiling, naked and dripping sweat, not sure if he's thanking you for finishing him or for keeping him from saying things he might regret. You lay there next to each other for what feels like forever, but isn't.

[franmeh]

Do you believe in Soulmate? [Huskdust Oneshot]

Angel starts to wonder about soulmates. Hoping that maybe if they were real. He might have one himself.

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After sometime. The Hotel had managed to get everything back to normal after the attack by the angels. Charlie's dream once more on blast by the headline 'Hazbin Hotel Freaks, Killed Adam- Adam Hazbin killed'. However it wasn't postive promotion for the hotel as now more eyes were on them. Still seeing them as a joke but interested in watching them all. The Hotel became a TV show almost.

AngelDust's happy and gory moments didn't last as long as he was reminded of his deal with Val. His fight was watched over and over, boosting Angeldust's fame and causing Val to want to cash in on it. Angel began having to work increasingly more, unable to fight back as though he was more confident. The Contract did force him into Val's hands.

While the hell grew Dark, the light peaking slightly as the morning was slowly coming. Angel finally made it back home. Opening the hotel doors. Walking in seeing that Charlie had fallen asleep in a chair while Vaggie stood next to her, looking up at the spider and the two just nodding at each other. "Charlie wanted to check on you after work. But well. you know," Vaggie said, pointing at Charlie. "Right. Sorry" Angel said with a small smile. Not being used to having someone care that much for him like that in a while. It.. was taking him a while to get use to it. Vaggie just gave a small smile. "Sleep Well Angel" was all she said as she scooped up Charlie to carry her off.

Finally, alone, Angel sighed, leaning on the door and brushing his hair. "Fancy a drink?" A deep voice called out. Angel's gaze lifted, and he spotted Husk, a smile playing on his lips as he held up Angel's favorite drink. "What, did you wait for me too, Kitty cat?" Angel teased, getting a small chuckle from Husk. "Nah, why would I do that? I just couldn't sleep." "Alright, whatever you say, husky," Angel said, approaching the bar and sitting down, placing his drink in front of him. Husk going back to cleaning the bar. Leaving Angel to his thoughts as he held his glass, moving it slightly to watch the liquid dance around the glass. The two stayed quiet.

"Hey Husk." "Yeah?" "Do you think soulmates are real?"

Angel's question caused Husk to stop what he was doing. Thinking about the question. "I don't know; if they are, I ain't got him. Don't own a soul." He shrugged. Not looking at Angel. Unable to see that he had tucked his head into his arms, embarrassed. "Yeah, I know, dumb.." Husk's ears perked up at the shift in Angel's tone, prompting him to turn around. The sight that met his eyes confirmed his suspicion-something had gone wrong for Angel. He swallowed hard, leaning across the bar and fluffing his hair. "Listen Angel. Kid... I-" He struggled with his words before getting annoyed with his failure. "Maybe they are real or not doesn't matter. You got me, haven't ya?" He said. Causing Angel's eyes to widen, still hidden. Slightly panicked by his words. Angel smiled. "Thanks Husky.." Husk turned away, trying not to face Angel due to his embarrassment. "Whatever Angel" Angel looked up for a moment "For a grumpy man, you managed to cheer me up" Angel teased, getting a 'hm' from the cat. "And~ Stop calling me kid. I am probably older than you if I didn't die early on" "Doesn't matter. I am still older" Husk smirked.

Angel chuckled, putting his head back down. "I am having a nap, don't wake me"

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After a little time, Husk sat next to Angel, now in a deep sleep, pulling a blanket over him and sighing. "What's with all that soulmate talk, huh? I am here for you," He thought out loud, looking over to Angel and sighing. "Doesn't matter. If anyone going to get out of his shit hole. It will be you.. You don't need to worry about love. You won't be here for long.."

[sarahopm]

Hey! Just a fanfiction that I started to write on Toji Fushiguro! I'm posting it here and on Wattpad!

𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 [Chapter 8]

Weeks have gone by since Toji's confinement. The clan has settled into a new normal life, with everyone carrying out their duties without Toji's presence.

Life in the clan feels... different. Almost calmer now that he's not around stirring up trouble.

Helia finds herself hoping more and more that Toji will remain in his cell forever. Without his constant troublesome presence, herself and the other maids didn't have to deal with his unwanted advances or arrogant behavior.

But every time she thinks about Toji, she's reminded of the nasty scars on her back. The scars stand out in sharp contrast to her smooth skin, a testament to the cruelty Helia suffered.

Although they are no longer a constant source of pain, they're still a reminder of the past. The sight of them every time she looks in the mirror serves as a vivid memory of Toji's viciousness and the price she paid because of him.

Her mind often replays the memory of the whipping she received, and every time, she feels a pang of discomfort shoots through her back. It's not something she'll easily forget.

Right now, Helia is going about her maid duties, and she can't help but overhear two other maids chattering nearby. They're discussing Toji, and the piece of conversation she catches piques her interest.

"I heard that he's going to be freed today."

Helia immediately freezes, her ears perking up at the maid's words. The word 'freed' echoes in her head, and worry starts to build in her stomach.

If he's being released today, does it mean he's going to come after her for what she did? Does he know that she's the one who got him locked up?

She approaches the two maids, her steps quick and a little frantic. They notice Helia coming over, and their conversation trails off as she arrives.

"Excuse me." Helia says, her voice a bit shaky. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about Toji... Is it true that he's being released today?"

The two maids exchange a wary look, clearly a bit taken aback by her question. One of them, a tall slender woman, nods slowly.

"Yes." She responds, her voice quieter than before. "There's a rumor going around that the head of the clan has decided to release him today..."

Her heart sinks at the maid's confirmation. Toji is being released. She can feel fear building up inside her, making her hands tremble slightly.

The other maid, a shorter woman with a kind face, sees her reaction and tries to reassure her.

"Don't worry too much. I'm sure he won't cause too much trouble once he's out. He must have learned his lesson."

Helia smiles and nods, she tries her best to hide the fear she's feeling. She reassures herself, maybe Toji didn't even know that she was the one behind his confinement. Or maybe he has really changed after weeks of being locked up.

However, she can't help but have doubts. She remembers vividly the look in Toji's eyes when he was taken away and she has seen Toji's true colors. She can only imagine how ruthless and vengeful he can be.

It's hard to believe that he'll simply forget and move on after being locked up for so long.

[...]

The rest of the day passes in a sort of anxious blur. Helia goes about her duties, but her mind is constantly preoccupied with thoughts of Toji and his imminent release.

Every sound and every movement startle her, her senses on high alert, waiting for the moment when he might appear.

She's currently in the library, diligently cleaning the dusty shelves and organizing the countless books.

The room is quiet, the only sound is the soft shuffle of paper and the occasional rustle of her skirt as she moves from one shelf to another.

She hears the soft creak of the library door opening behind her. She tenses, thinking that it might be Toji, but soon relaxes after realizing that Toji had probably never stepped inside a library in his whole life and would probably never think about doing it.

She assumes that it must be an elder. So, she doesn't look up, and just continues cleaning and organizing the books.

But the footsteps that follow are not the familiar, slow, dignified ones she would expect from an elder.

The footsteps, swift and almost stealthy, get closer and closer to Helia. There's something about them that sets her instinct on edge. She continues to clean the shelves, but she doesn't let her guard down just in case.

She can feel it in the air, the tension, the ominous presence approaching.

The footsteps finally stop, and silence falls in the library. The air is thick with tension, and the only sound is the quickening beat of her heart in her ears.

A cold, familiar voice suddenly rings out from behind her, its tone sharp and mocking.

"I see someone's been working hard." The voice says, the footsteps coming closer until they're right behind her.

When Helia spins around, she's faced with Toji staring down at her, a smirk on his face. His shoulders are relaxed, and he looks almost the same as he did before he was locked up, he might have lost weight, but he looks as arrogant as always.

"You look surprised to see me." He says, his voice dripping with his usual mix of mockery and condescension.

The only word that managed to escape from her lips was in a very pathetic tone.

"Sir!"

Helia is desperately trying to calm herself thinking that he might not be here to hurt her, that he might be a different man than before his imprisonment.

His smirk widens as he looks at her up and down, his gaze sharp and cold. No, he's definitely the same.

"Sir?" He repeats, his voice almost amused. "You're being surprisingly polite now that I'm out."

His cold eyes watch her closely, studying her every reaction. He takes a step closer, his smirk turning almost predatory.

"You seem a bit nervous." He observes, a note of sarcasm in his voice. "Don't tell me you were one of the people who got me locked up, were you?"

Helia's heart just stops beating. He knew. He knew that she was behind his confinement. And he was having fun making her scared. She swallows hard and tries to defend herself with the most composed tone she can manage.

"Of course not sir!"

He doesn't look convinced, his gaze never leaving her face. He takes another step closer, his hand coming up to grip her shoulder. She's wondering why does he always have to grab people when he talks to them?

"Don't lie to me." He says, his voice low and dangerous. "Were you involved in this?"

She doesn't answer not finding anything good enough to prove her innocence. She usually lies without any problem but right now her mind seems to have troubles working correctly.

"I can tell you're lying, you know." He says, his voice softer now, a hint of mockery in his tone. "You're not good at hiding it. I know you were involved."

She takes a deep breath, she was indeed involved in his imprisonment, but she only did it because he had deserved it.

He was awful to everyone, he hurt maids, and he got her whipped. And if he hadn't decided to become a better person than before after being locked up then he was just a big idiot.

She shouldn't be the one ashamed for what she did. She can't let her anger being pushed away by her fear. She looks straight into his eyes, giving him back his angry glare.

He raises his eyebrows before smirking as he sees her trying to hold her ground.

"Are you trying to be brave now?" He says, his voice almost a whisper. "You think you're safe because I just got out of confinement?"

Her fear was slowly starting to be shadowed by her anger. She shouldn't be afraid, he should be the one afraid to go back into a cell. Had he learned nothing during his imprisonment? She speaks in a cold tone that surprises her.

"You cannot hurt me because if you do, you'll go back to your cell!"

He's as surprised as Helia by her words, he didn't think that she would stand up to him, very few people dared to speak to him on that tone. She might have picked his curiosity.

He leans in even closer, his grip on her shoulder tightening, but this time she doesn't wince.

"You're awfully confident." He says, his voice a mocking drawl.

Helia had enough of his supposedly superior attitude. He was just out, after weeks of imprisonment for bad behavior, and he was still the same arrogant asshole as before.

"If you haven't learned your lesson then maybe the elders should put you back into that cell!"

He smirks, but not his usual amused smirk. This smirk had irritation in it. She could see the muscles of his jaw tensing. She wishes she could just erase that stupid smirk off his face and make him shut up for good.

"You think you can use the elders as a shield? Maybe I should remind you exactly who you're talking to."

He raises his hand, ready to strike Helia, a look of cold anger in his eyes. She feels a rush of adrenaline through her veins.

And before he has the time to do anything, Helia slaps him way harder than she had planned. He stumbles back, his eyes wide with surprise.

She freezes, she must have lost her mind.

The sound of the slap echoes through the library, and for a moment, both of them are stunned, shocked at what just happened.

She doesn't know what has gotten to her, she had just slapped the heir of the clan. She had just slapped Toji.

He regains his posture, his hand going to his red cheek, his eyes narrowing as they lock back onto Helia. His expression is a mix of anger and disbelief. He clearly did not expect her to do that and neither did she.

"You...fucking bitch!" He almost yells out.

She was already in very big troubles, so, done for done, Helia shouts back at him.

"You had no right to attack me! If I hadn't stop you, you would have hit me! And if you ever try that again, I will not hesitate to tell your father about it!"

His surprise turns to a burning anger at her shouted words. He takes a step closer, his eyes darkening as he towers over her.

"You think you can threaten me like that?" He snaps. "Do you really think my father will care what you have to say? I'm his son, you're just a stupid maid!"

She might have lost her mind, but her anger at him is too great to stop her. She's like possessed by an unknown rage as she continues, on the same angry tone.

"I don't think you understand that you are definitely going back to that cell, if you ever harm me or any other maid again!"

He scoffs, his eyes burning with anger.

"You think you can hold that over my head forever?" he says, his voice a low growl.

She doesn't answer, but she holds his gaze, not willing to let him think that he's scaring her. But if she's honest, without the adrenaline of her anger, she would have been frightened.

He holds her look, his eyes boring into hers. There's a battle going on inside of him, a struggle between his temper and his common sense.

He's clearly not used to being threatened like this, but he also knows that she has a point. His shoulders relax a bit, and he takes a step back, his hand letting go of her shoulder.

His expression is a mixture of anger and respect at her courage to stand her ground. He glares at her for a moment, clearly not happy about the situation he's found himself in.

But he keeps his distance, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

"You've got guts, I'll give you that." He mutters, his voice low and gravelly. "But I'm not forgetting this. I always get what I want in the end. And I will get my payback, one way or another."

Helia was about to answer when she hears the door of the library open. Toji freezes at the sight of an elder entering the library.

Toji steps back even more, his body tense, clearly not wanting to draw the elder's attention.

But it's too late, the elder glances between Helia and Toji, his eyes flicking between the two of them, taking in the scene.

The old man takes a step closer, his voice cool and authoritative.

"Is there a problem here?"

The elder looks from Helia to Toji again, his eyes narrowing as he waits for one of them to speak. But before Helia can open her mouth, Toji replies, his voice neutral and polite.

"No, sir, there's no problem here."

She turns to give him an angry look. His eyes lock on Helia's for a moment, his voice dropping low so only she can hear him.

"Don't think this is over." He whispers, his voice quiet and dangerous. "You've made an enemy, you know that?"

And with that, he strides nonchalantly out of the library, leaving her with the elder who asks her if she alright. She reassures him, by saying that everything is fine.

She manages to hold steady, her expression betraying none of the fear or anxiety she feels inside.

Once the elder leaves her to her duties, she gathers her cleaning supplies and makes her way out of the library, her footsteps quick and her body tense.

[...]

Helia makes her way down the hall, her anger boiling. She's pissed off that Toji thinks he can still intimidate her, that he can still make her feel small and weak. It's like he hasn't learned anything from being locked up.

But from their last interaction, he did seem to hold back a little, as if he was actually scared of going back to that cell. Maybe she could use that fear to stop him from harming her.

But she knows that Toji is a dangerous, unpredictable person and that he could still cause her trouble in other ways than physically hurting her.

[...]

At night, she makes her way to Naobito's office, her mind still running over the events of the day.

She's a bit nervous about making a report, since she hasn't been able to in a while. As she reaches his door, she takes a deep breath, and knocks.

After a moment, Naobito's voice calls out from within the room.

"Enter!"

She enters and bows politely. He glances up, his eyes scanning over her briefly before he gestures for her to approach.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering when I'd see you. Take a seat."

He leans back in his chair, his gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he's silent, studying her, before he speaks.

"I suppose you're here to make your report?"

"Yes sir. I saw Toji today, you must have let him out of confinement."

He nods, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

"Correct." He says, his voice cool and controlled. "I did release him from confinement. He has served his time, and there is no further need to keep him imprisoned."

Even though Helia thinks that Toji could need a little more time in this cell, she doesn't say a word.

His gaze flicks over her again, his eyes searching her face for any signs of harm or distress.

"Did Toji give you any trouble when you saw him?" He asks, his voice still cool but with a hint of something more beneath it.

"Well... He was about to do something harmful, but he stopped, probably because he didn't want to be locked up again."

She's very careful not to mention the fact that he hadn't hurt her only because she had slapped him. She's still wondering what crossed her mind at that moment to think that it would be a good idea to slap him.

"I see. So, he remembers his place." He says, a note of satisfaction in his tone. "Good. That's good. I can tell you that he wouldn't want to go back into confinement, that's for sure."

She doesn't know what Naobito put Toji through during those weeks, but she hopes that it had been very unpleasant for the young man.

Naobito leans forward in his chair, his eyes still fixed on her.

"Is there anything else you think I should know?"

"No sir, that's all."

She thinks it's better to keep to herself the slap incident. He nods, his gaze still unreadable.

"Very well then." He says, leaning back in his chair once more. "You may leave now."

She bows and as she leaves his office, she can feel his eyes on her the entire time, his gaze boring into the back of her head. The air in the hallway feels tense, and she's glad to be out of there.

[...]

On the way back to the maid compound, her thoughts keep returning to her interaction with Toji.

She remembers the anger and defiance in his eyes, the arrogance in his voice, and the way he seemed so sure of himself.

The memory of the slap still feels fresh in her mind. She shakes her head to erase those thoughts. She still couldn't believe she had done such a thing, but a small smile still appears on her face.

[...]

When she enters the compound, she's still wondering what Toji might do to get his revenge on her.

She knows he won't resort to physical violence again, but she also knows that he's cunning and resourceful enough to find other ways to make her life difficult.

[persphonesorchid]

Backyard Boy - JJK

Summary: Jungkook loves you, he won't tell you now, but maybe someday. Right now, he's just gonna look after you.

Genre: Fluff, a little angst, unrequited (?) love, best friend to if we wait a moment we'll get there au.

Warnings: Just that Jungkook refuses to let anything destroy his precious friendship with you.

Word count: 1.3k

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Notes: Requested by @euphoricfilter thank you so much for requesting Darling!! I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy it!

Loving you is as easy as breathing.

The easy rise and fall of an automatic motion, cresting like a wave and falling like a sigh.

Childlike, the excitement of stomping in puddles in a downpour not caring if you’ll catch a cold.

A lukewarm cup of tea on a spring morning, basking in the rising sun and the calls of the city.

Jungkook loved you as a friend at first, because he’s cautious, wears his heart on his sleeve but not for anyone to hold. Until you came with your sunshine smile and starlit eyes.

It took a long while to get here, through the random run-ins and the shy hellos. Through late night calls, texts in the same minute and shared friend group gatherings.

Sometimes Jungkook was a little scared, that at some point it’ll all shatter like glass and that glass would become sand and blow away.

Sometimes, he wants more than what you give him. When he says ‘I love you’ at the end of a phone call, a text or in parting, you reply in kind, automatically. Because you’re his best friend and he’s yours. You’re supposed to love each other.

He doesn’t mean it like that, not in the way he knows that you think. He loves you, he just doesn’t think you understand it yet.

He knew when he realized that he’d drop everything and come running even if you were halfway across the world; he’d find a way. He’ll pull the stars from the sky if you wanted, he’d walk on hot coals to reach you – and that sounds extreme, but it’s how he feels and drawing that picture barely measures up.

He chuckles at this now, because he’s standing in a soup shop waiting for your order. A plastic bag hanging from his wrist filled with whatever medication the pharmacist recommended. He even called your boss for you. When he found you nursing a headache with a too high temperature he thought it was for the best.

When he got your food, he walked as quickly as his legs could carry him back to your apartment.

It was as quiet as he left it – you’ve probably crawled back into bed after camping out on your couch all morning.

Jungkook slips out of his shoes and into his designated house slippers, and to your kitchen to get a tray and utensils.

When he gets to your bedroom, you’re wrapped up in the sheets even though he’d told you not to bundle up. He’s not even sure where your head’s at.

“Hey, I got you medicine, and you have to eat before you take any of it.” Jungkook says, feeling as though you’re not really listening, though he supposes it’s because he’s talking to a you shaped lump.

The lump lets out a groan and shifts, sheets rustling with the movement of your hands, and tired eyes peak out from under it.

“Can you sit up? You need to eat this before I give you anything.” He motions at the tray in his hands with the tilt of his chin.

“What’s it?” Your voice is a bit rough and he guesses that your sore throat has gotten worse since he left thirty minutes ago.

“Soup. Got it from the place you like.” He sets the tray down on your nightstand, after shifting around the box of tissues and the unopened bottle of water he gave you to drink. “I told you to drink the water.”

“It hurts my throat.”

“You have to stay hydrated.” Jungkook sighs, helping you sit up, propping a pillow behind your back. Setting the tray on your lap he pops the styrofoam lid off, “Eat as much as you can okay? I’ll be right back.”

He goes off to your bathroom, letting the tub fill up with warm water while he thinks.

He wonders if you know, if somehow you’ve picked up on it. He tries to be careful, tries to not let it show too much. You know him well enough to know that his advances are the way they always were; Jungkook has never acted any different.

He cares a lot and he’s always been caring, even when he and you were just friends he’s been nothing more than he is. When you both became best friends he stayed the same.

His friends think otherwise, they know, he knows, and you don’t seem to. Jungkook thinks he prefers it that way, he’s not too big on changes. Changes are scary, big changes are a nightmare; Jungkook doesn’t want things to change. Telling you anything will change everything.

He’s standing in the middle of a three-way street. The one straight ahead is the road where everything stays the same, you’ll go on none the wiser and he’ll remain just your best friend. The one leading right, he’s not too certain of, and it’s the same on the left.

He can pick any of them, he knows that one of them would probably lead a good way, and you and him can be happy despite the change and he’d realize that nothing really changed at all. Or, the other one, well, that could ruin everything. He can go there and pull his own heart out of his chest in the process.

He likes where he is now, hovering in the uncertain and not sure where to go. At least, if he stands still enough, everything would stay still, too.

Jungkook sighs, shaking his head as though it would clear the thoughts from it and send them out his ears. He shuts the tap off when the water is high enough and turns, startled to find you right behind him.

“Fuc-Y/n.”

You peek around him, pointing at the bathtub, “That’s for me?”

“No, it’s for Jimin.”

“Minnie’s here?” The sarcasm flies completely over your head, you turn a little too quickly and stumble a bit.

“He’s not...has the fever gone to your head?” He chuckles as he steadies you, he turns you back around and checks to be sure. It’s gone down but not completely broken, and Jungkook sits you down on the closed lid of the toilet. “Did you finish eating?”

You shake your head, but it’s not like he expected otherwise. “did you take anything from the bag I bought?”

“Just the cough syrup, and I’m sleepy now.”

“It’ll be best if you sleep, but get in there for now and I’ll get you some clothes, yeah?” He reaches for the cabinet next to the mirror, setting the bath oils on the counter, “Want me to put these in for you?”

“I got it, Kook.” There’s a ghost of a smile on your lips and Jungkook leaves you be.

Going through your closet, Jungkook isn’t shocked to find some of his clothes in there. Though, some of them are sweaters he didn’t even realize he was missing.

He picks the warmest of them out and sweatpants he knows would be big on you – your skin’s easily irritated by materials when you’re sick; he’d rather not have you feeling miserable on top of your cold.

Afterwards, he lugs some light sheets out to the living room and dumps them on the couch. He turns the TV on and waits until you’re done in the bathroom.

When you come out into the living room, wearing his clothes and carrying the bag he brought he makes room for you on the couch.

You curl up with your head against his thigh, pulling the sheet up to your chin. “You’ll get sick too, you know.”

Jungkook shrugs because it doesn’t really matter if he does, he just wants to look after you. “Won’t be the first time.”

You pull his arm underneath the sheet to play with his fingers, where it’s almost too warm, but Jungkook doesn’t mind.

“Thanks for looking after me,” you murmur, and Jungkook could tell you were already halfway asleep. “I love you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, “I love you, too.”

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[clumsiestgiantess]

Chapter eleven of the Other-world Universe; Alexis fucks around and finds out.

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[Deer don’t carry phones]

After both me and Erica had finished our meals on the shore of the lake, I began packing everything away.  Maybe I still managed to save this little outing after all.  Erica seems to be enjoying herself now.  I turned from my bag to watch her pace the shoreline.  Suddenly, she stopped, picked up a smooth rock, and chucked it out across the water.  The small stone skidded across the still surface of the lake, skipping four times before disappearing under its rippling face.  I'd never really been able to skip rocks like that.  On my best try I'd got a total of two whole skips. 

A smile drifted onto my face as I inhaled a breath of warm air, high hopes restored.  Though it was the height of the summer day, the breeze off the lake was cool enough that you could barely feel the heat.  "Hey," I called over to Erica, "Do you think you could teach me how to do that?  I've never really managed to get them to skip very far."  Erica grinned, glancing back at me over her shoulder. "Sure, but first we have to find a rock big enough for you.  If we do, I bet you could make it all the way across the lake!"  I nodded and headed out to the woods, looking for a suitable stone.  "Make sure it's smooth and flat or it won't skip!" Erica called after me.  "I know," I replied absentmindedly.

Stepping lightly through the woods, I scoured the ground for a good rock.  I felled a few trees in my wake, but not so many that it simply looked like they'd fallen on their own.  After a few minutes of searching, I found a flat enough stone by a river that fed into the lake.  It had been worn smooth by the rushing water flowing past.  Once I dug it from the ground, I began my trip back to the beach where Erica was waiting.  I retraced my path back, trying to destroy as few trees as possible and sparing myself the tedious chore of carefully watching every step. 

As I came within sight of the beach, I waved to Erica and called: "Found one!"  She called back to me, but her voice was too small to carry very far. Picking up my pace so I could hear her, I didn’t bother to look at the ground. I nearly tripped on a tree and felt something crunch beneath my foot, but I took no notice of it now that the beach was only a few steps ahead of me.  "What took you so long?" Erica asked as I approached the shore, "There have to be hundreds of rocks in the woods."  I stepped back onto the sandy lakeshore and shrugged, "I couldn't find a flat one like you asked."  I was about to crack a joke when I noticed Erica's face was rapidly losing color.

I was on the ground in an instant.  "Erica, what's-"  "What is that?"  She had pointed behind me, so I stood and turned back the way I'd come.  Looking down on my footprints in the sand, it was clear that one of my feet was tracking crimson red across the clearing.  I lifted one foot, then the other.  The sole of my right shoe was stained a deep red color.  I dared to take a whiff; it smelled like fresh coins.. or blood. 

Charging back through the woods, I remembered the strange crunch I'd heard while I was heading back.  Upon returning to the spot, it became clear that I'd definitely stepped on a living thing.  Judging by the carnage, I'd likely crushed more than one little creature.  I knelt down to have a closer look, but it was hard to get low enough without laying down, which would lay waste to one third of the lakefront.  Poor forest creatures.  I'd probably stepped on a small herd of deer.  

Eventually, Erica burst through the woods, panting with exhaustion after running all the way there.  "What was it?" I asked, gesturing to the bloody mess on the forest floor, "I think I crushed a few deer but I'm not sure.  It's hard to see from up here."  Erica slowly approached the awful scene below.  Scanning the mess, she picked something up off the ground and sank to her knees.  I waited for her to speak, but after a few minutes, she still hadn't gotten up.  "Erica?" I voiced my concern.  Slowly, she stood and turned to me with a horrified expression.  "You killed them," she whispered, "These..  bodies.  They were people."

I could feel the groan building in my throat, but I held it back because Erica looked so crestfallen.  “Oh, I doubt they were.  I haven't seen anyone out here before, and you can't really tell what these things were based on that mess, can you?"  I tried to convince her that it wasn’t as big a deal as she made it out to be, but she placed something small into my outstretched hand, silently letting me examine it.  It was the item she'd picked up off the ground earlier.  I brought it up to my face to have a look.  The little thing was a phone — broken and crushed, but a phone nonetheless.  I blinked in shock.  "Deer don't carry phones," Erica said simply.

Shuttering, I dropped the tiny thing to the forest floor below.  Hesitantly bending down, I tried to get a better look at Erica’s reaction.  It was still rather difficult to get close enough to the ground with all the large trees surrounding me, but I could already tell she was upset.  “It’s alright,” I assured her, “Really.  It’s fine, see?”  I gestured around at the empty forest surrounding us.  “No one saw, and no one will find them until we’re long gone.”  Erica blinked, her expression slowly shifting from concern to confusion.  I waved a hand dismissively, “This happened all the time before.  It’ll be fine.”  

“What?” Erica whispered hoarsely. I flinched, catching my mistake. “You.. These were people. You just killed two people.”  “I know,” I replied, trying to shrug it off, “and once I clean up the bloody footprints, no one will know the difference.  People will probably think they got mauled by a bear or something and move on.” 

Erica began to back away from me, “But you just killed two people!  Don’t you care?!”  "Sure, of course I do."  Sighing, I watched as Erica retreated further back to the edge of the clearing.  I was hoping to take her attention away from the scene before she had the chance to fully comprehend it.  Accidents like these still happened on occasion; it’s nearly impossible to avoid without controlling someone — without intangibility.  "Look, it's best to just forget about it, ok?” I told her, dropping the nonchalance act.  “You get used to it after a while.  When you're my size, people just kinda.. get in the way and-"  "How many times has this happened?" Erica asked, cutting me off.  I shuddered, her voice was suddenly violent and harsh.  "It.. It doesn't matter, I-"  "HOW MANY TIMES HAS THIS HAPPENED!?"

If looks could kill, I would've dropped dead right then and there.  Now it was my turn to back away as Erica inched threateningly closer.  "I.. Um," I gulped.  I can't tell her the truth, I mean, I've lost count of the amount of times people have spontaneously died in my presence.  "How many times?  Um, this scenario specifically, or.."  "HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU KILLED!?"  "Oh, uhh.. A lot?  I don't know, maybe like 20 or so?"  And that was an understatement.  I have ultimately just sealed my fate with that sentence.  

Instinctively, I braced myself, but Erica had gone quiet.  Then she laughed.  She started laughing loudly to herself, and it was making me extremely nervous for my own sake.  “Well, no wonder you don't care about them!" she chuckled, "You don't care about anyone!  You don't give two shits whether we live or die!  But who cares about us, anyway?  It's not like we have fucking lives or anything!  Sure, just go ahead and maul anyone who gets in your way."  I grimaced, "I.. That's not what I meant!"  Erica only shook her head and kept laughing.  It had built into a kind of maniac laughter that made my hair stand on end.  Terrified, I fled back to the beach and frantically began packing up.  

This is bad, this is bad, this is VERY BAD, THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WAS TRYING TO ACHIEVE HERE!  I was almost finished stuffing my things away when the bag tipped over and sent everything tumbling out again.  I was too slow.  Erica had returned.  Her sudden laughter had long disappeared and she was out of breath and enraged, storming down the sand towards me.  "No!  I-  Please!  It's not what you think!" I begged, scrambling away from her.

"Did you ever actually care about me?"  I froze with her question hanging in the air, looking down at Erica slightly heartbroken.  "Of course I did!  I still do!"  "Yet you just step on people like we're nothing."  Sliding my bag to the side, I carefully inched closer, lowering myself down to look at her.  “But you're different."  Erica shook her head angrily, "No I'm not!  I am literally the same thing they are!  The only 'difference' is that you know me!"  

Seething, she took a threatening step forwards, hand less than an other-world inch from my face.  I hastily retreated back upwards, subconsciously dragging my backpack in front of me to protect myself.  “But it’s-  It’s not-”  “Shut up.”  I obeyed. 

"If you dropped me…  Back when we first met at my house and you still didn't really know me and you dangled me over the cliffside and threatened my life…  If you dropped me, is this how you would've reacted?  If I'd died-"  "It was an accident!  They all were!" I cried desperately.  "I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Erica screamed.  "If you killed me, accident or not, would you have just walked off?  Waited for someone to find my dead mangled body at the bottom of the cliff like you are with these people!?  Think about it.  Honestly.  When you didn't know me, would you have cared?"  Tears welled in the corners of my eyes and my vision grew blurry.  I tried to think up another excuse, but even if I had, I was too choked up to say another word.  My silence was all the answer she needed.  I wouldn't have cared.

I fled before she could see my utter meltdown. Abandoning Erica and my bag on the shore, I raced through the mountain range and hid in a shallow ravine between two jagged peaks.  Then, having harbored hundreds of horrible feelings for too long, I finally snapped.  I never cared about any of them other than her! I realized, choking on a sob that manifested in my throat.  And even then, I would have just moved on if she'd died.  Not anymore, of course, but I probably wouldn’t have cared before the rainy day when we spent practically the whole day getting to know eachother.  I shouldn’t even care this much. They're just plastic figures, aren't they?  They’re all fake.  They’re all fake.  Right!?  

Nothing could console me after that.  For hours I hid and cried, realizing what a horrible person I was.  Here I thought I’d actually changed.  Yet the longer I thought through things, the more horrible decisions and wrong choices emerged.  The longer I thought about the other-world, the more certain I became that it wasn’t just a lifelike recreation of the kids table in my world.  Sure, the table and this world were similar — both generic large cities — but they weren’t the same thing.  If they were, the small-world would have an abrupt end where the table cut off, the buildings would be identical rather than vaguely similar, and there would certainly be a lot more destruction from my brother.

Even the twin buildings, which I thought were a sure sign of the worlds being connected, were likely different too.  After all, don't most cities have the same structures, such as town halls and bus stops, or even an aquarium?  And the skyline — it was different.  I knew it was different.  Instead of realizing that something might be wrong with my logic once I noticed, I found another dumb thing to base my ideas off of instead.  All because I refused to believe I was wrong.  Things wouldn’t make sense anymore if I was wrong.  But I was wrong.

Similar, but different — the other-world is real.  

The cascades of tears on my cheeks paused for a brief moment as the reality of everything dawned on me.  Of course these people aren't plastic.  In this world they’re very real people of flesh and bone.  They have families and lives.  All things considered, they’re the same as anyone else from my own world, only smaller — helpless to stop me from making mistake after mistake.  I’ve been casually ignoring their deaths like they're nothing. But Erica.. she means everything to me. She’s so real I forgot she’s one of them.

After my face had finally dried and I had seemingly run out of tears to cry, I lay in the ravine, watching the sky.  The sun had long set; I'd been hiding there for hours, neither wanting to travel back to my world, nor return to the one I was in.  I simply sat there, staring at the stars, doubting every single choice I’d ever made.  The night dragged on, yet I refused to move.  It's actually pretty comfortable down here.  Four or five depressing hours passed as I lay in the ravine, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time.  Then I remembered Erica, who had no way home besides me.  Shit.

I sat up suddenly, gazing past the cliffs to the lake beyond.  Its glassy surface was practically glowing in the otherwise dark forest, lit by the almost-full moon.  Awful as I felt, I had to go back, lest I leave Erica stranded out there in the middle of the night.  

Hauling myself up by the side of a mountain, I stood and trudged slowly back to the lake.  Being so tall, I could see the beach long before I arrived.  A small figure raced into the woods, their silhouette dissolving within inky black shadows.  Sighing, I stepped over the last of the trees in front of me and sat on the sand.  I pulled my forgotten bag over my lap and listened to the peaceful humm of creatures at night.  Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled.  Goosebumps raced down my arms.

Regrettably, I had not come prepared with an apology for Erica.  I could barely process what I’d pieced together over the last few hours, nevermind trying to go through the now impossible task of explaining it all to her.  I was only there because Erica had no way to get back home, unless she wanted to hike the half day's journey through the mountains to civilization on her own.

I'd secretly been hoping that Erica would be the first to say something, so I wouldn't have to.  However, as the cold night continued, it became apparent that she refused to speak to me.  I turned towards the woods and watched as Erica quickly scrambled back into the dark. You idiot, she’s waiting for you. Say something.

"You need a way home," I observed.  Many of the hidden creatures around us silenced when I spoke, and the shore became eerily quiet.  "What would you c-care if I died out h- here?" Erica retorted.  Her voice sounded noticeably off, and as she stepped out into the pale moonlight, I realized she was shivering.  It had gotten rather cold by then — as mountains generally get at night — and she was still wearing the sleeveless shirt and shorts to combat the summer heat from earlier that day.  

"I know you're mad, that's completely understandable, but you're going to freeze out here.  Come back to the mansion with me."  I offered her a hand, but she scoffed and brushed past it.  "H-how come every time I g-get the chance to live my own life, I just end up listening t-to you, huh?"  Erica shivered, rubbing her hands over her bare shoulders in a feeble attempt to warm herself.  "You aren't even c-controlling me anymore, but I'm still not f-free from you.  I'm st-still forced to listen to you, because if I d-don't I'll be st-stuck here."  She shuddered as a cold wind swept through the beach from the woods.  “I guess that’s my f-fault for t-trusting you.”

Bending down, I ever so carefully placed a few fingers over Erica's arm to comfort her.  She was ice cold; I could feel her shivering beneath the pads of my fingers.  Erica pulled away from my hand for the briefest moment before changing her mind and leaning very slightly against me.  She needed the warmth. "I really wish I could've saved this, but I can't,” I whispered, my voice breaking at the last word.  “I hoped you would forgive me, but I can't even forgive myself."  Erica turned to face me.  I could feel tears welling in my eyes again, but I forced them down.  "I said I would leave — you told me to leave — but I came back because I thought…  Well, it doesn't matter what I thought.  I failed.  I failed you.  You and everyone else I've hurt."  I pulled away from her, my arm falling to my side, "I'll leave.  For real this time.  Then you won't be tempted to.. to listen to me."  

Everything became silent for so long that the chirping of invisible insects started back up.  Again, I offered Erica my hand, and this time she took it.  "Don't come back here," Erica said grimly, "I don't want to see you again."  I was already so numb from self-loathing that her words barely affected me.  What's a knife to the heart when it's already been torn from your chest?

Once Erica was settled down, I lightly clasped my hands around her to give her some warmth, which she reluctantly accepted.  I returned to invisibility so Erica could see what was happening through my fingers.  I remembered that was what she'd complained about last time.  Then, at a rather somber wandering pace, I headed for home.

By the light of the moon, I was able to find my way back to the mansion on the cliffside.  I stood hesitantly for a moment, realizing this would be our final goodbye.  Silently, I returned to my visible state, slowly opening my hands to reveal Erica tucked away in my cupped fingers, fast asleep.  She must’ve been exhausted, I realized; she was at that lake almost all day and halfway through the night.  Normally, she never would have dared to close her eyes while I held her.  

I wasn’t so selfish as to wake Erica up for a last goodbye.  Instead, I pushed open the balcony doors on the second floor and peered inside.  If I remembered correctly, this would be the bedroom.  Spying her bed on the opposite wall, I slowly slid my hand through the doorway and placed Erica inside, gently nudging her limp body onto the mattress.  My eyes teared up as I watched her subconsciously shift on her bed, tucking in on herself over the sheets, knees hugged tightly to her chest.  Her breathing sped up, and I was fairly sure she’d woken but didn’t want me to know.  Gently, I slid a blanket off her beanbag chair and draped it over her, silently trying to make peace one last time.  My breath came out in a wheezing shudder as tears finally leaked from my eyes.

After placing Erica in her bed, I waited quietly at the cliff’s edge for a moment, mulling over the events of the day.  Twenty-four hours ago, we were both close friends.  At least, I thought we were.  That could never be, though.  It couldn’t happen with me — an invisible monster that hurts everyone in the end, one way or another.  After quietly closing the balcony doors, I backed away, taking in my last moments in the other-world.  I’ve said it before, but I really think this is it.  I’m never coming back here again.

[lavenoon]

A stubborn but kinda humorous Robin stepping back into HQ after a mission (that Moon already return from, who is nervous and fidgety bc he lost sight of Robin) is suspiciously holding their side.

“So, where were-“

“So I got stabbed lmao :)” And punctuates every step they take with an “ow”

Anon I admire your determination to give an animatronic a heart attack gfhdjs

Pre-stabbing/ This is the stabbing? Dusk freezes, trying to work past the cognitive dissonance of "banter! everything fine!" and "wait. 'ouch'? stabbing?", but then he's on them. Not roughly, but insistently moves their hand away from their side, and then it's basically the stabbing comic but with the added guilt that he wasn't even there. He already blames himself in the scenario where he was there (and out of reach, whatever he may think), but without any details? Maybe with time they can convince him to take it easy on himself, but in that moment it feels like a fact that settles in his nonexistent gut - this is his fault.

And boy, is he making a fuss. They aren't taking another step on their own, he's carrying them until he absolutely has to give them up (probably when the ambulance shows up), and no one in the vicinity will miss the fact that Robin got hurt because he's just all over the place, yelling for and at higher ups to fix this, and whatever protests they have fall on deaf ears. Periodically looks down with the most desperately hopeful expression, reassures them that they'll be fine - though ironically scares them even more, because this isn't the Dusk they know

Post-stabbing? I'd like to think that Robin wouldn't be quite so blasé about it - but maybe they do try to hide it, because they don't want him to worry. Either way the freeze moment absolutely falls away, there is zero hesitation before he checks them over. Even as Robin tries to reassure him that they'll be fine, it's not that bad, the other was worse and they survived that, please don't worry - he doesn't process any of that. His thoughts are just filled with the fact that it happened again, and this time he wasn't even there. Scarily stoic but all in all does the same - picks them up, gets help, doesn't let go until he has to.

Afterwards tries to deal with the crushing guilt, neglects his own solo missions to shadow Robin (more so than he already did), and won't even lean into the rival act for a long while. He'll just be silent, and keep an eye on them, until they snap.

They don't need a babysitter - the job is high risk, they're human, things happen. They're alive, and they plan on staying that way, so why won't he go back to normal?

And this is the moment where I'm officially off the deep end, have another alt reveal.

Because Dusk breaks. They've never seen him like that. He can't cry, but he's clinging to them, on his knees, and just shaking all over as he holds them. Begs them to please let him do this - he doesn't want a third time, he can't have a third time. Every time they leave for the night he worries that he won't see them again, and he can't do anything about it because the rules prohibit them from sharing their identities and he won't cause them trouble with the higher ups, but please, in the few hours he gets, please just let him watch. Maybe - maybe for the few day shift missions they have, let Dawn watch -

Dawn?

His work partner. He should have told them ages ago, yes, it was a joke that got away from him - his counterpart, a Sun animatronic, who handles undercover intel collection. They can't miss him, really, dressed as he is -

And for Robin a few things click into place. They're frozen for a moment as they process, don't even hear Dusk still talking, and the coincidences just slot into place. And it makes sense. They don't get angry (maybe a little, but mostly at themself), and then their shoulders sag and they put their hands on his.

"Hey," they say, softer than he expects, and he quietens. Freezes when they pull down their mask, and smile.

"Let's go home, okay?"

"Home - What -"

"I didn't know I have two tenants. Sneaky, I have to admit. I thought Sun was just a private person, but I suppose I didn't see the forest for the trees."

The trembling stops, only to start back up again when he starts laughing - buries his head where he's leaning near their stomach, near those scars. Shaking with laughter when things click into place for him, too. They give him the time to process, maybe absentmindedly stroke their thumbs over his shoulders, just to show him they're there, still there.

After a bit, the laughter slowly peters out, and he lets out one of those tinny sighs, that are half an imitation of something human, and half something completely unique. Looks up at them, and just smiles.

"Home sounds good."

[gh0stwritter23]

✑ This Is For Us x Negan x OC

warnings: threatening, swearing, mention of torture, Negan itself is already a warning, my bad English

Part 3

Rick appears and Negan sneaks out putting his arms around my shoulders.

– Rick while I was here with my darling Jessie, I wondered if we’re gonna find all the guns back there? Or if maybe you got a few just waitin’ for their moment…- Negan says teasingly

– They're all in there, as far as I know. —Rick responds in the repressive

— I'm counting on that Rick — the man replies smiling, and lets go of me going to the truck outside — I think this deal is going very well — he says taking one of the guns that Daryl carries — Let's see if you’ve been taking care of my guns — Negan says pointing the gun at Daryl, my body goes into a frenzy, I accepted the deal, he won't kill him, he can’t, but luckily Daryl goes straight back to the armory and Negan hits the window of the nearest house, breaking it and laughing heartily — Feels good! Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille’s gettin’ a little jealous.

Right in time, the Californian-haired Arat brings Olivia roughly dragged by her arm and throws her in front of us. I secure her by the arm.

— Arat, we don't do that unless they do something to deserve it — Negan scolds

— Yeah, we went through the inventory… they’re short. — she says playing Olivia and takes the book with the historics and hands it to Negan — A Glock 9 and a 22 Bobcat

Me and Rick look at each other blankly and Negan looks at us

— Is that true? — he asks

— We had some people leave town — Rick says — Those guns probably went with them.

— So Olívia sucks at her job. Is that what are you saying?

— No. No, I’m not saying that…— Rick answer

— There should be a full accounting here, right? Top to bottom. Am i right?

— No — she replies nervously. — I mean, yes. The inventory is correct.

— Good. But not so good, too. You see, what’s in here… isn’t in there. — he points to the arsenal — you’re two handguns short. Do you know where they are?

— No. I… — she tries

— That's disappointing Rick, this shows that someone’s not on board, and I can't have that." — he looks at Olivia with pity — I don't enjoy killing women. - he says and my heart sinks, Olivia has nothing to do with this... - Men… I can waste them all the live long. But in the end of the day, Olivia, my dear, this was your responsibility.

— Look, we can work this out... —Rick says

— Oh, yes, we can. And I’m going to, right now. — he says and turns to Olivia, as she tries to control her tears. “This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That shit… is life and death. Find it by sundown, or she dies — He speaks calmly looking suggestively at Rick as if offering advice, while I take Olivia by the shoulders and turn her away to Negan trying to help her calm down and ward off the tears. And then heading to Negan.

— Killing her won't make a difference. I try to tell Negan, — It's not going to bring the weapons back, or make them appear. She is innocent. Do you think someone can control everything that happens here? That you can go and kill our people and everyone will just accept?

— And who are you to say anything to him? — Arat gets involved

— Someone who didn't call you out in the conversation — I answer back and Arat points the gun at me, making me give a dry laugh — With a gun in my hand I would be pretty badass too.

— Hey Hey Hey, Arat, let's take it easy— Negan smiles — As much as I love a woman's fight, I don't want you to hurt this pretty face, she's mine— he replies and she puts the gun back, glaring at me one last time. — And one more thing, doll, a new rule. You don't challenge my Saviors okay? — he asks and I don't answer I just keep glaring at Arat and come back to myself when Negan grabs my face tightly turning it towards him and raises his eyebrows demanding the answer

— Okay — I reply grumpily to him.

— I like that way, obedient women. — he says — And relax, she's not going to die, it's just to encourage Rick to find my weapons, understand? Put someone's ass in the fire and watch them do all you want - says smiling and going to talk to another Savior. And I go back to Olivia.

— What did he mean by..

— Ignore it Olivia, everything will be fine, nothing will happen to you... I promise...

"If a guy tries to mess with you, it doesn't matter if he's Chuck Norris, I'll take him down." Merle once told me and the sudden thought made me laugh, I don't doubt Merle would have cross punches with Negan on the first move near me.

But Merle nor Daryl are here to defend me now, it's time to fend for myself

Not after a long time Rick finally showed up with the damn guns

— See Olivia, it's over, everything's fine... —I say comforting her while the Saviors put all the weapons in the truck and close the door, and then go to the gate and Rick asks to have a word with Michonne who was outside .

— Couple fights are so hard — Negan says by my side. “L— Tell me we won't have so many? Or that they will all end up in bed? — he asks me and I just roll my eyes as I see Michonne walking back with a dead deer on her shoulders.

Rick goes slowly to Negan and asks the same thing as me, Daryl, it wouldn't happen, but he surprised me by asking Daryl, who just flinched and looked down. Fear...ah brother, what have they been doing to you...

— Let's go — Negan said happily going to the trailer and stretching his hand to help me get into, I just looked at Alexandria, everyone looked at me without clue, and Rick didn't understand. Carl was looking at me with a mixture of confusion and hatred. — Jessie? — Negan says my name, getting my attention. In another truck where Daryl was waiting to get up, I saw him turn to me and shake his head nervously. “Don’t do that”

“Sorry,” I hissed at Daryl and took Negan's hand to walk in and sat down on one of the couches inside the trailer.

Sorry Daryl, this is for us

— Oh I forgot a little something — Negan says going to get Lucille with Rick — Didn't think I'd leave her with you, did you? —Rick doesn't respond and Negan walks back to the trailer sitting across from me and I just turn my attention to the window next to me.

This time there was no Daryl to save me or escape me through the window of the world so that nothing would harm me like he did when Dad came home drunk, I would have to deal with the villains alone now. My brother has protected and saved her so many times, now is the time for me to give back. And I had this in mind the whole time.

A movement in my legs woke me from my thoughts, and I realized where I was. Negan kept staring at me from across the table

- What are you doing? — I asked

— Trying to imagine what we'd discover without these trucker clothes — he says, smiling at me. — It's a shame Daryl isn't here to see it.

In a moment of confusion I just got up and only regained true consciousness when I had just turned my hand over his face. I withdrew my hand sticking it to my body scared, I didn't know what I had done, so I looked at Negan, he looked ecstatic, he just rubbed his face where I'd hit it, I tried to formulate any sentence, but nothing came out. He got up to my level and pulled me by the forearm until his face was right next to mine.

— He'll have time, you tortured him enough, don't you think? — I scold feeling his breath on my face.

Daryl won't be able to defend me from this one, I thought. When Negan raised his hand I already predicted the slap that was coming and I recoiled, closing my eyes and hiding my face. But the slap or pain never came, in fact he just raised his hand to hit it on the table and started laughing. He really is crazy. But he stops laughing when he looks at me, huddled in front of him, as if he hadn't noticed me before.

— I would never hurt a woman —he says, looking shocked by my reaction — not like that — I tried to speak, defend myself, but the momentary courage had already disappeared from the room and nothing could come out of my mouth — I understand, I killed your friends and I torture your brother, and now I try a heavy flirtation — he says something unbelievable — But actually I was joking when I mentioned that — he says — And besides, you point an arrow at me and now slaps me in the face.. .Don't think that next time you won't escape just because you have that pretty face. It will not happen again, right? — he asks and I just nod my head — you really don't have love for your life, and unfortunately you're just like your brother... you both need to put your fucking nose down — he says running his finger across my nose — and you need to learn when they are at disadvantage. And you're at a goddam huge disadvantage sweetie

[total-dramaclan]

IslandClan

Moon 1

Apprenticeship hasn't been anything like what I was expecting it to be.

First of all- I have a mentor. That's.. the biggest thing.

IslandClan hasn't had enough Warriors to have proper apprenticeships for as long as I can remember. We're mostly made up of us Apprentices now- just.. Apprentices, two remaining Queens, Shark'Star, and his deputy, Hatchet.

Shark'Star, my new mentor..

I think all of us have known that we weren't ever really going to get mentors. Most of our training we just do ourselves and help each other, as weird as it may be. Recently, things have felt more... competitive.

I was counting on being just another mentorless Apprentice. Not really needing to focus on my training too much, just waiting until I was of age to become a Warrior like everyone else.

..There went that plan.

Shark'Star and Hatchet have only really chosen Apprentices that they see something in- from what I know, at least. Hatchet chose Bark'Paw to be his apprentice a little while back because he said he saw himself in him...

I don't know what Shark'Star sees in me. I'm clever enough, but I'm nowhere near as physically strong as someone like Bark'Paw.

He told me to patrol the borders, but he isn't even coming himself. I don't know if he's just that lazy or has actual stuff to do.

I probably won't actually end up doing that. If he can slack out of actually training the first Apprentice he actually wanted to mentor himself in how many moons, then I can slack out of one border patrol.

Our borders are all water, anyway. No one else is actually going to invade.

"Sharp'Paw!"

The sound of his name jostled Sharp'Paw out of his thoughts, lashing his tail momentarily and straightening up to face whoever was calling him.

Ah, Briar'Paw.

She was... ambitious. Probably the most so out of the entirety of IslandClan.

There wasn't anything particularly wrong with that, he supposed, but being Deputy wasn't something Sharp'Paw would ever have interest in himself. Too much work.

"Hey," He greeted, a little lethargically. He still didn't really know how to talk to her- despite the fact that she was technically his sister.

..Half, sister- same mother. No one in IslandClan generally had a LOT of family anymore. After his dad left, and most of his sisters... Sharp'Paw didn't pay too much attention to it. He was pretty sure that the only other cats in the entirety of IslandClan who were related were Viper'Paw and Honey'Paw. Those two were siblings.. didn't look much like it, though.

"Took you long enough to get out here." She huffed, flicking his side lightly with her tail. "I'm surprised Shark'Star took you on himself when you have a non-existent work ethic."

"You and me both." He murmured back, lacking the energy she always seemed to carry with her. That was something that she got from their mother- not him.

"Hey," Briar'Paw's voice softened, just a bit- something that startled him out of his thoughts again. "I'm sure you'll do great. Whatever Shark'Star took you on for- you'll do good. You're smart, Sharp'Paw. Willow'Shade is proud of you too."

He hummed in response, but didn't offer anything back. Briar'Paw looked over him with a frown, looking like she wanted to add something else before reluctantly pulling away. Right... back to whatever he was doing before..

A hiss drew his attention back towards the dens- well, just the Apprentices den, really. IslandClan just had so many Apprentices that the old Warriors Den just became two Apprentices dens.

"Watch where you're going, Snake." Apple'Paw snapped at Viper'Paw, who had turned to throw her a glare over her shoulder.

"Maybe try keeping out of my way- or are you just so big that you can't manage that?" Viper'Paw fired back, expression sharpening smugly as Apple'Paw's fur bristled.

Sharp'Paw's eyes drew back and forth over the both of them like he was watching a rabbit dart around that was trapped inside a foxhole.

He glanced up with a twitch of his ear when he heard a quiet "Oh my gooosh..." from the steps of the actual Apprentice dens- Daffodil'Paw and Muddy'Paw had apparently been sitting there when the whole thing started.

When Sharp'Paw glanced back at Apple'Paw and Viper'Paw, they were both shouting and hissing and had their claws unsheathed. Guess that was what he got for not paying attention.

He winced, and stalked back off into the other den while they only got louder. Just because he was the Leader's Apprentice didn't mean that he'd start playing Deputy and stopping fights. Briar'Paw could do that if she wanted.

For now, though, he'd go back to sleep until Shark'Star actually bothered to train him...

Moon 0

[amazingmsme]

(Telemachus Anon)

So here's my oc hope yall like him djsdnks and this is really long and I got carried away

Plutarch

-He's an apprentice woodcarver and blacksmith before he joined the war. He joined the war out compliance to forge weapons for his comrades, although he never really liked forging weapons in the first place. He was never one for violence afterall.

-If you'd compare him with the other's height he'd be on the average side. But he's damn strong from all the hard work in forging so he has a stocky build.

-He's probably the most quiet in Ody's crew. Not because of his nonchalnce, but because he really REALLY has a bad case of social anxiety and a side of low self-esteem. It's like that one meme in the Meet the Robinsons:

Elpenor: Hey Plutarch how you doin? 😀

Polites: Want me to help with the rope, Plutarch? 😁

Plutarch internally: *They all hated me* 😮‍💨

-He doesn't get involved yet with the crew's chaos and would just be in the corner minding his own business. It gets overwhelming for him when he's talking to many people.

-Of course Polites sees everything and has to intervene so that Plutarch doesn't get left out.

Polites: Hey brother *he puts his arm around Plutarch*

Plutarch: *oh gods the captain's best bro is here. Did i do something wrong? Am i gonna get thrown out of the ship? He's probably gonna talk about how im not pulling my weight as the other crew does.* h-hey

Polites: Whatcha got there?

Plutarch: Oh uh nothing. It's just to pass the time. Um carving *i know this is the worst piece i ever did. I should probably throw this overboard? No wait im just wasting wood. Oh gods i wasted wood* (He was carving a small toy bear)

Polites: aw that looks cute!

Plutarch: *wait what? No he's probably lying just to make me feel better. Im a failure* ...eh it's nothing really.

-Elpenor follows suit in annoying making Plutarch open up a bit.

Elpenor: Sooooooo can you make something for me? 😀

Plutarch: *sighs* for the last time I'm not making a mini statue of you

Elpenor: Oh come on! I have the physique of a man of honor *flexes his body*

Eurylochus: Yeah "man of honor" *gives Elpenor a poke*

Elpenor: Ah!!

-When it comes to his relationship with Odysseus, at first he would be very scared of him. But would later found how very playful the captain really is (and how damn ticklish he is). Odysseus would definitely ask for Plutarch to carve some toys for Telemachus.

-Now for the tickle hcs for him *inhales and exhales*. At first you'd think he's not ticklish. Elpenor tried to sneak in some pokes on his sides, back, neck, like pretty much everywhere, only to be returned with a deadpan stare. Though one night Polites tried to wake Plutarch up for his shift. He scratched his sole then *BAM* he got kicked in the face. Imagine the glee Polites had when he found out that Plutarch was ticklish at his feet and the horror on Plutarch. The entire crew won't let that information go easily. Ever since that little incident, he would sleep with his knees close to his chest and blankets covering it.

Eurylochus: Plutarch, the captain is looking for you.

*Plutarch goes to Odysseus' quarters*

Plutarch: Yes, captain?

Odysseus: Plutarch, Plutarch, Plutarch, why did you not tell us that you were ticklish? Hm?

Plutarch: *blushes* I honestly didn't know that I'm ticklish...sir. (and i will let your imagination fly with what happened)

-Now that he opened up, Plutarch would be tasked to hold the poor victim down the the crew wanted to torment

-Obviously he would be very devastated with Polites' death and would close himself off again. He would definitely carve out some figurines that looked like Polites (and future dead crewmates. Yes im talking to you Elpenor)

-His death would be around Eurylochus' mutiny. He never sided on anybody at that point. He just wanted everyone to get along.

MDVEKEBFKF I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! He sounds so cute & sweet, & also so cool! A blacksmith who hates violence? HELL YEAH! & I absolutely love wood carvings, they’re beautiful & there’s so much craftsmanship that goes into it & the whole process seems very therapeutic, so he sounds like a nice, chill dude

I can picture him perfectly, he’s got them broad shoulders & thick arms & thighs from all that hard labor. I love seeing or imagining in this case different body types in character line ups! Gotta have some height & body size variation!

He literally sounds so cute I just wanna hug him! Asterios would totally get along with him, they can be quiet moody buddies together lol. Fr tho, that’s so relatable. Especially when you’re around that many people constantly every single day, it would feel so overwhelming & it would be so easy to get paranoid that people don’t really like you & are just pretending. Poor thing just needs some reassurance! But yeah I fuckin’ love that meme, it’s a classic

Aww he’s just gotta warm up to everyone! I’m sure he’ll join the shenanigans when he’s ready! Til then, he’s just gonna enjoy the show

But Polites is so damn sweet! He doesn’t want anyone to feel left out. & as soon as he noticed he has a hobby, he’s gonna be interested! It’s a way for him to get to know him & give Plutarch a chance to open up while also complimenting his talent! His interactions with all the crew are so cute & wholesome!

Mcshlsdbdl I fuckin’ LOVE when someone doesn’t think they’re ticklish & are so sure of this fact only to have their worldview rocked lmao. Poor thing has such a big storm comin’ his way!

But Odysseus is such a little shit, he would drag it out to make Plutarch nervous & think he’s in trouble & then it’s literally just “why didn’t you tell us you’re ticklish?” Talk about whiplash!

Plutarch never catches a break after that fr. He constantly gets drug into the fray because he’s strong enough to keep people pinned, but even that warrants revenge

Omggg my heart!! That’s so sad but really sweet how he honors their memory with little carvings. I’m totally not gonna cry what are you talking about?

He survives a long time!! But sadly, he’s doomed by the narrative just like everyone else😭 poor baby just wanted everyone to get along!