#i knew i had forgotten sth

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

[delfiore]

only make you cry

pairing: florence pugh x fem!reader

synopsis: flo isn’t ready to be in a new relationship after her last one ended by means of public scrutiny.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hello. um, ik it’s been a while, but school and work has just been so hectic that i barely even have time to rest. i was also dealing with some things too, but alas am back. i hope y’all haven’t forgotten abt me and i’m hoping to get back into writing again soon because it’s fun and not because it’s sth i have to do. so ya, enjoy this angsty, kinda smutty but not rly fic i whipped out :3

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She remained untouched.

By the responsibilities she had to bare as a price of only doing what she loved to do.

By the lousiness of the world waiting to gouge out any imperfections so that it may discredit her just for the sake of it.

By the mask-like cynicism she had come to develop just to survive and not get swallowed whole.

She remained untouched by you.

Yet, the desire to reach out and touch her, despite her serene appearance—face pressed into the pillow, eyes comfortably shut, lips slightly parted—was beyond any reasoning that you could muster. You simply desired her, to touch her, to feel her, the way you did merely hours before.

The sky was beginning to brighten, signaling another day. You didn’t want to leave, you only wanted to reach out and touch her, to kiss her, and tell her that you were here to stay. But you knew you couldn’t.

She stirred, finally. Florence was a quiet waker, with a sharp inhale and a purse of her lips, eyelids slowly peeling open to reveal two emerald gems, that usually start out more hazel and golden in the morning. You gave her a small smile. “Good morning”.

“What time is it?” She asked.

You hummed, reaching back toward the stand for your phone. “8:37”, you had checked ten minutes prior too.

You watched her as she willed herself to rouse, hunching over the side of the bed, like she was putting the weight of the world she left by the bed back on her shoulders. You reached over, and brushed her spine with the back of your hand. You thought you felt a split second in which she found comfort in it, but it was gone too soon when she stood up and headed for the bathroom.

You always observed Florence. You liked to admire the person that she was, watching this phenomenon of a human being do the most mundane tasks, like cooking an omelette or watering a plant. It made you feel special, being able to be in her presence made you feel phenomenal. She tended to have that effect on people, not just you. You were just lucky you got to witness it behind closed doors.

“Could you feed Billie, please?” You loved when she included you in her routines. You would give her a kiss on her jaw and a gentle caress of her hips in gratitude in passing her.

Sometimes when you’re lucky, like now, she would grab you, and kiss you deep with a sigh, her eyes lustful and sultry when they gaze into yours after.

It started a few weeks prior, the sex, and the mingling, months earlier than that. It was at an after-party you were expected to attend, that Flo also happen to be there. There was a certain glow to her, something that made her seem more mature than the last time you saw her whilst shooting Black Widow. The short brunette hair, the nose ring, it was different, but it all suited her.

“Y/N?! Christ, is that you?!”

You started hanging out again, just like you did whilst shooting the movie and a little while after that before your respective schedules pulled you apart. It was as if no time had passed.

She cooked for you the way she did, a drink on the side and occasionally dancing to music that hyped her up. Then one day, she confided in you. She told you that she and her boyfriend had broken up.

“It was a few months ago,” she said with a sad smile, “the pressure just got too much. We’re friends, though.”

“I’m sorry.” Were you an asshole for leaping on the inside? You couldn’t tell her how you felt three years ago because she was already in a relationship, especially when Zach was a good man, and she was happy too.

Then one night, she kissed you.

It was after a bottle of wine (or two), and you both were on her couch. You felt bold, and your hand ended up over her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. Her laughter had died down, only breathy giggles now from her plump lips, her intense gaze lighting fires in the pit of your stomach. And before long, she was straddling you and desperately attempting to pull your shirt off.

“I’m going on a trip next week with some mates,” she told you, tickling the back of your neck with her arms resting around it, “come with me?”

You could never say no to her, never when she holds you like this. But alas, you were just messing around.

Ibiza was a nice change of pace from the bustling city; it was sunshine and blue sky as far as you could see during the day, then parties and drinks until the early hours in the morning.

You liked that she knew when to have fun, but not too much to let herself go. She always seemed in control. Her friends were welcoming of you, but you weren’t free of the teasing comments.

“She seems lovely,” one of her friends said, once you had left to the bar. You’d just make out what she said. “Where’d you find her?”

“We met on-set,” Flo answered.

“Good for you, mate. She’s always following you around like a lost puppy, it’s cute.”

A small laugh erupted from Florence’s chest, and you felt something churn in your stomach. You took the drinks from the bartender with a small ‘thank you’, and returned to the group.

You handed Olive her drink, then Flo hers before kissing her cheek. “Your dry martini.”

It was only after you had come back from another party that night, that you thought about it again.

“You okay?” She mumbled, peppering kisses on your bare shoulder, her hand roaming your body.

The thing was, you didn’t mind being her lost puppy. You were too devoted to care.

The media was started to catch up. Pictures of her and you during your sun-soaked holiday started to make headlines, at first because two Marvel stars were seen vacationing together. But then fans began to speculate when more handsy pictures began to surface (a failed attempt by your publicist to keep things quiet), and you suddenly felt the pressure. It was in particular the pictures of you and her splashing each other in the water that did it.

“People need to get a job, christ,” you sat by the island scrolling through Twitter on the private account you made for the sole purpose of lurking.

Florence let out a small laugh as she chopped a bell pepper in half. “Let them talk, hm? We don’t need to concern ourselves with it.”

“It’s a bit difficult to mind your business when it’s shoved in your face every time you open your phone,” you huffed through your nose, extending your foot toward where Billie had chosen to sit by your side to taunt the pup.

“It’s not like you to care about what people think. What changed?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like people butting into my relationships, that’s all.”

“Well,” she said so casually, “we’re not exclusive or anything, so . . .”

You didn’t know what to say. Billie seemed to have picked up on the awkwardness too, and trotted away to find her bed for a nap.

“Y/N,” she said, but you didn’t look up, “you know we’re just messing about, right?”

“Of course,” you said, shrugging, “it’s what we agreed upon the first time. What? You think I’m in love with you or something?”

“You better not be,” she laughed as you made your laugh over to her side.

“Why not?” You mirrored her laugh, and snaked your arms around her waist.

“‘Cause it’ll complicate everything,” Flo said lowly, “and I don’t like things to be complicated.”

“Alright,” you nodded, taking her chin in your fingers. “Well, I’m not, so.” You pecked her lips.

You didn’t know you could feel the kind of isolation like what you felt when Flo went away. She had gone back to England to be with her family, leaving you all alone in this god-awful town, in Los Angeles, the city of liars and pretenders. You thought you might have become one too.

It was easier said than done, and you thought you could do it. You thought you could be content with just being a fuck, but it was never that easy. You stopped seeing anyone properly ever since you started knowing Flo, and that was three years ago. You knew it was a futile effort to wait, but you waited anyway.

“My nan just gave me this amazing apple pie recipe. I’m gonna make it when I get back,” you let her ramble on FaceTime as you attempted to do work on your laptop.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Your nan’s pie recipe,” you replied, turning towards the camera, “can’t wait to try it.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” your voice was started to growing harsher, “‘s fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” she said, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said firmly, “please leave it alone, Flo.”

You didn’t like the way you sounded. You were so harsh to her. A quick glance towards the screen told you she was taken aback by your response, maybe a little hurt too. It was a mistake.

“I have to go, got some work to do,” you sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” Flo said, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. You ended the call before you or her could say anything else.

You sunk back into your chair, and finally let the tears flow and you held your face in your palms.

Hours later, you were clutching your phone, staring at the screen showing your messages with her, trying so hard to say something, anything. The silence was brutal, but it was one you caused yourself. You didn’t want to bother her, but you couldn’t stand it any longer.

Please don’t be upset with me, I was an asshole.

I can’t stop thinking about you all the fucking time.

I think I have feelings for you.

Sorry about earlier. Work is stressing me out.

Mere minutes later, you received a photo message as a response. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you opened it to see what it was. “For your troubles ,” it read, and it was a picture of her in her underwear in bed.

You leaned back and exhaled a heavy breath, as your hand slowly crept down your body underneath your pants.

But it wasn’t the same. You needed her with you, under you, above you, close to you. You wanted to hold her as you came, as you have been lately, hoping she would feel the affection in return.

You counted down the days that you would be meeting her in New York. She had to do press there for a couple of days, and you agreed to spend some time with each other before she returned to the UK for more press. Your manager wasn’t happy when you decided to book your own ticket after she had refuses to book you one because it wasn’t for ‘professional purposes’.

The hotel you booked was close to hers, just by accident, but you decided to hire a cab to bring her over anyway. You had been waiting patiently when she knocked on your door at around 10 at night.

“Hi,” you said softly, walking backwards to let her in.

“Hi,” she replied, tugging at the back of your neck and kicking off her boots, “I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, couldn’t stop thinking about you, and this,” you let her explore your body because you had been waiting for her to do so for so long.

You collapsed next to her with a heavy sigh, looking over. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes closed and lips parted, her chest rose up and down. She looked so pure like an angel, but also sinful like the devil. Her eyelids peeled open, and her eyes had turned a deep green when she looked over at you.

She was perfect, and you were enraptured by her in every way.

So you captured her lips in a slow kiss. Low hums bubbled in her throat, as she snaked an arm around your waist.

“I love you,” it came out as the fainted whisper. You froze. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“What?” You breathed out.

“I said I love you,” she repeated, locking you in with kisses along your jaw.

“No,“ you pulled away, shaking your head vehemently, “no, you don’t, Flo. Don’t say shit like that.”

“What the fuck?” Why was she offended? “Y/N?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that without any consequences,” you didn’t mean to snap, but you were pacing around too, “we agreed to just fooling around.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Why are you so pissed about this?”

“Because you’re being unfair!” You exclaimed. “You don’t love me, but I love you, Flo! I love you. And this, all of this is so unfair.”

“Then why did you agree to it?” She frowned.

“Because—“ there was a lump growing in your throat, “because having some of you is better than nothing.”

“God, Y/N,” Flo sat up, and put her hand in her hands, the sheets barely covering her bare chest. “We should have never done this.”

“So you regret it?”

“No, but I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I knew it was so agonizing for you. Like shit, what the hell do you want from me, Y/N?!”

You stood at the foot of the bed, your fists clenching and relaxing. You felt so small. The light from outside the window scarred her face.

“I want you,” you said defeatedly, “I want you to love me the way I love you.”

She looked at you incredulously, “how long have you had feelings for me?”

You looked away. “I don’t know, like ever since we met I felt something. I just never said anything.”

You heard her grumble under her breath. “I-I can’t right now, Y/N. There are things that I still need to work on. It was really hard where I left off with my last relationship.”

“I know,” you took a seat at the edge of the bed, “I’ll wait for you, until you’re ready.”

“I can’t ask you to wait for me.”

“I’ve been waiting for three years,” you smiled sadly, “I can wait a little more.”

You watched her as she wordlessly got up and gathered her clothes to put them back on. You wanted to speak up, but you could only watch like a ghost.

“Thank you, Y/N, for everything you’ve done for me,” she held your hand, and stroked your cheeks tenderly. “I have never taken you for granted, ever. And yes, I do love you.”

She leaned down to kiss your forehead before heading for the door. You felt the tears welling up, but you spoke anyways.

“When you’re ready, you know how to reach me.”

There was a hint of a smile before Florence turned to the door. When it closed, you felt the stillness of the room, void of the rustling of the sheets when she would turn to the side, her quiet hums of a melody she couldn’t get out of her head, the click of her lighter as she goes to light her cigarette. It was you, and your own sounds now, devoid of bliss, devoid of her.

[sage-nebula]

STH - Finalizing the Pre-Departure Checklist

Notes: I actually have another fic that I've been intending to have finished today, but partway through writing the conclusion of that fic I got distracted by the idea for this one, so here is this for now. I will clean it up later. Spoilers for the ending of Sonic Frontiers, as well as for the Sonic 1 ending cutscene from Sonic Origins.

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Filled water canteens, check. Canned food and energy bar provisions, check. Instant coffee canister, check. Miles Electric, check. Wooden comb, check. Dry shampoo, check. Blankets, check. Magnet gun, flash bombs, emergency grenades—check, check, check. Everything he needed for at least a few days of travel was ready and accounted for, packed in a backpack. After looking through the bag for a third time, just to make sure he was absolutely ready, Tails tossed it into the cockpit of the Cyclone. He had her parked outside for once, behind his Mystic Ruins workshop, ready for takeoff. It had been so long since he’d flown her; she was a solo-craft, not suited for multiple passengers, and so she saw much less use than the Tornado did. But this was a solo trip, and the Cyclone provided him with land travel as much as she did air. She was much better suited for this journey. With one last look at the back door to his workshop to make sure he’d locked it, Tails spun his tails so he could jump into the cockpit—

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna leave without saying goodbye.”

His concentration broken, the rhythm of his tails halted just enough for Tails to land back on the ground with a stumble. Sonic’s hand caught his arm before he had a chance to topple over, and Tails turned stunned eyes on his big brother’s teasing smile as Sonic eased him back onto his feet.

“I left a note,” Tails said, his mind still catching up with the fact that he’d been alone behind the workshop not a second ago. Trust Sonic’s speed to—

“A note? All these years, and that’s all I get? A note?” Sonic put a hand over his heart. “That hurts me, Tails. Right here.”

Tails rolled his eyes. He knew played up theatrics when he saw them. “You already knew I was leaving. We saw each other a day ago. And you hate goodbyes anyway, so—”

“You’re right. I do. And I’ll probably leave this one before it’s over, but . . .” Sonic shrugged. “I still want to see you off. Make sure you’ve got everything you need.”

Sonic cared. Of course he did. And Tails understood, because he cared about Sonic, too. How many times had he made sure that Sonic had all the tech he could possibly need before a dangerous mission? How many times had he used a drone to deliver a forgotten canteen or extra aqua bubble powerup just in case something went wrong? This is what they did—they looked out for each other. That’s all Sonic was doing now, and Tails knew that.

But he was supposed to be proving his independence, proving that he could stand on his own. And that meant not needing someone to look through his provisions like he was a kid going on a field trip. Tails ran his tongue along his teeth and looked away, turning his eyes up to the sky. Cirrus clouds—a good sign. Just what he needed for an easy flight. “No worries. I’ve got everything covered.”

“Good.” Sonic leaned against the Cyclone, and after a moment, tapped her side with his knuckles. “Not taking the Tornado, huh?”

Tails blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden topic change, and looked back over. “No, she’s yours.”

“Pft. I’ve been meaning to give her to you for ages now. Should’ve done it a long time ago.” Sonic crossed his arms loosely over his stomach, an easy smile on his face, but there was something different about it Tails couldn’t quite parse. “You can take her if you want. You should take her.”

As—touching? weird? confusing?—as it was that Sonic was suddenly handing over ownership of the Tornado, Tails couldn’t let it distract him. He shook his head. “Even if you want to give her to me, that doesn’t change the fact that you can fly her, and you might need her. Besides, she’s got a double cockpit now, and I’m flying solo. It’s better for her to be here in case you go on a trip where you need to take someone with you. Amy, or Knuckles, or someone.”

“. . . Yeah. You’re probably right.” Like with his smile, there was something off about Sonic’s tone. And Tails couldn’t identify exactly what it was that he was hearing, but whatever it was, it told him that Sonic probably wasn’t going to be taking the Tornado out of the hangar any time soon. “So. You’re all set to take off, then?”

“Yep.” Tails patted the Cyclone’s side, ran his hand over her freshly dried coat of paint.

“Got a destination in mind?”

“Nope. I’m just gonna go wherever feels right. See where the wind takes me, you know.” Not unlike what Sonic himself always did, meaning that Tails was following in his example yet again, but he was going to try very hard not to think about that.

“Sounds like my kind of adventure. And everything’s in working order—GPS, comms . . . ?”

Tails felt the fur along his back stand on end, and when he turned to look at Sonic, his agitation must’ve shown in his face, for Sonic held his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Hey, I know you can take care of yourself,” Sonic said, and for what it was worth, he did sound sincere. “I just want to make sure—”

“I know,” Tails said, and honest to Chaos he didn’t mean to sound so terse. “I can handle it. I’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Sonic said. “But you know, if something came up—there’s nothing wrong with calling in a little backup. Heck, if it wasn’t for you, Knuckles, and Amy, I’d still be a cyber-zombie back on the Starfall Islands. We all need a little help sometimes.”

“If it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t have been corrupted in the first place,” Tails muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Tails forced a smile as he met Sonic’s eyes again. “Look, I know this is a bit . . . different. And I know you’re just trying to look out for me, and I appreciate it, I really do. But I’ll be fine. That’s what this whole journey is about, right? Proving that I can make it on my own? It’d be disappointing if it turned out I couldn’t, so—”

“Nothing you do could ever be disappointing,” Sonic said, and something uncomfortable wormed in Tails’ gut at the look on Sonic’s face. He turned away again, his tails swishing around him. “But that’s not . . . having your own adventure doesn’t have to mean cutting yourself off from everyone, you know. So you don’t need to call for backup. So what? Doesn’t mean you can’t call just to say hey.”

Tails frowned. “I never said I couldn’t.”

“Great.” There was a smug grin in Sonic’s voice—one Tails had heard so many times over the years, usually right after one of Eggman’s plans had just been ruined. “Then I look forward to hearing from you at least once a week.”

“What?” Tails looked over, aghast, and was met with the exact smile he knew he was going to see. “You can’t be ser—”

Sonic held up his hand. “Doesn’t have to be a phone call. You know I hate talking on the phone. And it definitely doesn’t have to be every day, because we both know I suck at keeping track of what day it is. But just, you know. An email. Once a week. Doesn’t have to be long. Just a couple lines to say hey, let me know how you’re doing, if you’ve seen anything cool in your travels. Just enough so it’s not like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

It was— Tails wanted to scream, just a little. Because it wasn’t an unreasonable request. It wasn’t like his plan was to disappear off the face of the earth. It’s not like he was trying to cut himself off from his friends. But that also—it wasn’t the point. He wanted to be independent, wanted to prove that he was more than the burdensome little brother that Sonic always had to look after, and if Sonic was still looking after him via weekly check-in emails, then didn’t that defeat the point?

“You never sent weekly check-in emails when you were traveling,” Tails muttered, and he hated how petulant he sounded.

“Yeah, well. That’s big brother privilege,” Sonic said, and perhaps sensing the argument even before Tails opened his mouth, added, “And not the best example set, fair enough. That’s my bad. But I’ll send emails too, in response to yours. We’ll keep in better contact this time. Deal?”

It wasn’t what Tails had had in mind, when he’d decided to go off on his own. But it wasn’t an unreasonable request. Sonic was actually admitting that something he did in the past maybe wasn’t the greatest idea in the world. And from the look on his face, Tails could tell that this really mattered to him.

And for some reason, that made Tails’ throat feel a little choked. He nodded, in lieu of being able to say anything, and Sonic’s posture finally relaxed.

“Okay. Good. Glad we got that sorted.” Sonic stood up straight, free of the Cyclone. He considered Tails for a moment before a half-smile curled his muzzle. “And—one more thing.”

Tails tilted his head, his throat still a little too thick for him to trust his voice. Luckily, Sonic took his head tilt for the cue to continue that it was.

“I don’t think I ever told you this, but—you remember how we met on West Side Island, right?”

Tails nodded. He didn’t know how he could forget.

“Well . . . did I ever tell you why I was on West Side Island?”

Tails blinked, the confusion he felt enough to finally unstick his throat. “No. But it was because Eggman was there, right? He was harvesting animals to use as batteries for his badniks, and so he could build the Death Egg.”

“Well, yeah. But also no.” Before Tails could question what that was supposed to mean, Sonic continued. “Eggman was on South Island before he went to West Side. It just so happens that I was also on South Island, and so I freed the animals there and chased him off.”

“Yeah, I kn—”

“I chased him off as Super Sonic. With the Chaos Emeralds. And before the Chaos Emeralds scattered, they showed me something.” Sonic grinned, his eyes bright. “Wanna know what they showed me?”

“I . . . guess?”

“You. Well,” Sonic waved a hand through the air, “not you exactly, but they showed me West Side Island, so that’s how I knew to go there. And that’s where I met you.” Sonic grinned, and lightly poked Tails on his forehead. “So what I’m trying to say here is, even if you decide to skip out on your weekly email, you can rest assured that the Chaos Emeralds won’t.”

Tails stared at Sonic for a second as he put the pieces together, and then blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Are you saying the Chaos Emeralds are going to snitch on me?”

Sonic laughed, and ruffled the fur atop Tails’ head, heedless of Tails’ attempts to swat his hand away. “Bro, you have no idea how fast they’ll snitch on you. They were snitching on you before we even met. So if I were you, I wouldn’t give ‘em a reason to do it again.”

The fur atop his head now thoroughly ruffled, Tails blew his bangs in a vain attempt to get them back out of his eyes. “The only thing I’m thinking about giving them a reason to do is mind their own business. Do they seriously have nothing better to do than spy on people?”

“Who can say? The Chaos Emeralds work in mysterious ways.” Sonic shrugged, but his expression softened. “But that’s just a backup plan. Just in case . . .”

“I know. And they won’t be needed. I’ll be fine,” Tails said, and added, because he knew Sonic needed to hear him say it, “and I’ll email. Once a week.”

Sonic smiled. And before Tails could say anything else, or could think to turn to the Cyclone, Sonic darted forward and pulled him into a hug. For a split second, Tails wasn’t sure how to respond; one arm thrown around his shoulders was one thing, and not too uncommon a thing at that, but a full-on hug was a different story altogether. Those were so much rarer. But Sonic’s hug was secure and warm, and knowing that it would be the last time for a long time that he’d have the chance to hug his brother, Tails hugged him back just as tightly.

But the hug was over as quickly as it happened. Sonic stepped back, his hands on Tails’ shoulders. He was still smiling, but—Tails was sure he was imagining it, but it looked like it was wavering a little.

“Take care of yourself, partner,” Sonic said. His voice sounded a little tight. “I’ll . . . see you later.”

Tails nodded. “You too, Sonic. I’ll be in touch.”

Sonic nodded, and gave Tails’ shoulders one last, bracing squeeze. In the next second he was gone, and Tails was once again standing alone beside the Cyclone.

[fandoomrants]

welcome back to ur fully hp obsession <3

it's just...i really respect ur opinion but as someone who ship Wolfstar for so many yrs I think i have to say sth

This story (harry potter) has so so SO many ships, like everyday we get a new pairing ...you can't tell me the only reason why wolfstar has been so popular for nearly 20 yrs is bc we didn't get interaction between marauders... otherwise what? prongsfoot would be the most popular one or Wolfstar would not be this popular? because we always knew that Sirius and James were extremely close. it's literally there..in the books...we know that.

I never understand the "Sirius was closer to James" argument...yes they were so close but that didn't stop James from falling in love with lily (shocking right? these days ppl tend to forget that this man was in love with someone that is not reggie and they got maried and had a child who this whole series is about)

And yes Sirius was taller than Remus ...ty for mentioning , love u <33

Hi, yeah, soo first of all, thanks for this ask, actually! I mean, I share my thoughts and I appreciate it when someone actually takes the time to read it and especially when they have something to say about it! I'm afraid that's gonna be one very long answer coming at you.

Second, I feel the need to start with this here cause likee, these things I wrote are just a bunch of random canon facts (plus one I just think makes sense) that I realised after going through some stuff and they sent me into a near depression episode because I have totally forgotten most of these things thanks to fanon and I think I'm not the only one. I actually lost a bit of sleep that night.

Third, I knew my wording in that part of the post was weird and was going to create the wrong ideas. So don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Wolfstar. Likee, to me they make sense and I hate what happened in the end. I just meant they're a popular ship because we really get to see lots of interactions between them. And the reasoning is that we got to see these interactions between them as adults, with one of their best friends already dead and one of them (and later the other) aware that it's another one that killed him. We basically get to see only their dynamic and that's what started the ship.

But about what I said that maybe they wouldn't have been that popular if we had seen more interactions between all four of them was based on if we had seen the whole story in chronological order. Without the knowledge that James is going to die or that Peter would betray them.

And I don't think if that was the case, people would have shipped James and Sirius much more. I'm a firm believer that there is this level of platonic friendship that is so strong that there is absolutely no way it can be seen as something else, and this is exactly the type of friendship between Sirius and James. Why I mentioned the closeness between them was just because a lot of people somehow seem to forget that they were the closest ones and instead seem to believe that Sirius and Remus were the closest ones because we first saw them interact as adults when the others weren't around. Not to also mention the Prank or some other things that might have made people a bit wary of the ship. So I think that if we had seen the story in that order, maybe they would have still become a popular ship but not as fast or maybe there would have been people shipping the two of them with other people too, maybe even Peter. Or maybe we would have seen evidence of them being closer to canon than we thought!

I also want to say that in any case, I have things which I love and ship but I also don't mind other people's ships and I don't judge, even if I don't see the appeal myself and I might even read things that have such ships in the background, as long as what I ship is not in any way harmed (e.g. read a fic where one of the people in a ship I have is with someone else). Like, I might dislike a ship only if it is abusive or there is something that's really not okay with it. As I shared a post earlier, there are some ships I don't entirely understand but this doesn't mean I hate them. In that trail of thoughts, I also understand most of people's hcs and somewhat fanon facts that everyone accepts and I don't mind these at all.

Finally, again thanks for this post! I plan a second part where I'll also mention that in addition to Sirius being taller, he also had short hair.

Feel free to ask again or, yk, just send a DM.

[lnkedmyheart]

Wait are ppl that stupid 😳? Man if anyone was using Chuuya it was Fyodor or maybe Mori, I believe Dazai didn't even know that Chuuya wasn't a vampire till Chuuya manipulated that elevator's gravity and eventually Dazai connected the dots and realized and adapted to the plan, when did he manipulated Chuuya lmao ( I also choose to believe Chuuya was the one who planned most of this, idk why it sounds funny and nice imo )

Also the Sigma one hmmm...from what I remember dazai and Chuuya aren't completely out of Meursault yet right? And he himself had promised sigma that he will take him out of there and he isn't someone who breaks his promises so yeah ( also I'm not a sigzai shipper but I think he genuinely cares about Sigma cuz he reminds him of Atsushi or whatever and he sounded honest when he said a part of why he chose sigma was that he wanted to actually save him and Asagiri didn't just made out their interactions and the possibility of Sigma joining the ada and him becoming fond of Dazai to some extent only for it to just mean nothing at the end )

Sorry for ranting;) I may be wrong though because I'm not good at analyzing or sth and English isn't my first language so....

Lets cover Sigma first. He's been a crucial character in this arc but extremely passive. But he has gained some extremely important information and seemingly gone into a coma. The character who this information relates to is seemingly dead. But see, we dont know what Sigma found out, we dont know what Fyodor is, its implied he isn't human. I am also obsessed with the body hopping theory but keeping that aside Fyodor's ability will definitely come into play and Sigma will be very important when that happens.

As for the Sigma being forgotten thing. We only saw Sigma from Fyodor's perspective before he even knew skk were working together. In his perspective Dazai was dead, Chuuya was a vampire and Sigma was incapacitated cause that's how he left him. He did not expect anyone to make it out alive with Chuuya most likely being captured for murdering these many govt soldiers, Dazai was dead and Sigma also taken in because he is part of a terrorist organisation after all. With skk alive they most likely went in and got Sigma. And yes, I do think Dazai cares about Sigma enough to want to keep his promise to him. The "we forgot the kids" joke is mostly just a joke in the fandom. I hate that Dazai is getting dragged for this at all. Bro has proven himself enough.

I wouldn't say Mori was using Chuuya. Mori is Chuuya's boss. Him dressing Chuuya up and sending him on a mission is not exactly him being used by anyone. He is just doing his job as an executive. Fyodor thought he was using Chuuya, that he was properly utilizing the gravity manipulator. Dazai may or may not have thought Chuuya was being used against his will given that he was mad pissed when Chuuya arrived and seemed to have partnered up with Fyodor and he seemed really irritated at Fyodor talking about Chuuya like a tool and implying he didnt know how to use him.

If anything Chuuya wasn't being used at all and him and Dazai were doing their whole in sync without even talking and expecting the other to understand because they have this crazy level of faith in each other thing they have been doing since they first met. Chuuya maybe more so because Dazai might not even be aware Chuuya wasn't a vampire.

Chuuya is smart enough to fool actual geniuses and outsmart computer brained androids. That guy is not stupid and can very well deal with Fyodor who was already blinded by his hubris.

[hanarchy]

22,36,41 💕

Hi my kay, thank you thank you for being the sweetest

22. What was the first album you purchased?

You ready for sth bonkers? It was a Shania Twain album. I think it was called 'Up' and I want you to know that I am german and no one I knew listened to country music, this was entirely my own taste. (First K-Pop Album I ever purchased was Rolling Quartz actually <3)

36. What were your favorite books as a kid?

So many over time lol. I did unfortunately really love Harry Potter, there was one like fantasy/supernatural german book I loved that I have forgotten the title of and may never find again. I also had a phase where I literally could not think about a single thing except Oliver Twist, which may sound strange but um. yeah it was just strange but I was OBSESSED to the point that I tore up my copy bc I was so afraid of the hold it had over me.

41. What was your dream job as a kid?

It changed a lot over time. I wanted to be a vet for a while but I'm allergic to like all animals. I wanted to make movies for a while too and then I wanted to be a film editor. I've always sort of wanted to be a writer too.

[braceletofteeth]

Oh yeah I binged it in a couple days, it was a blast!

I absolutely loved officer Oh. Since he was a secondary character I was scared sth would happen to him if he got too involved :( also the drug lady. Not a good person but I loved her vibes and how she and her partner were the only antagonists that actually seemed to care abt each other (the other ones threw their allies under the bus at every opportunity)

Speaking of antagonists, I knew that guy was bad news the moment he said "you have beautiful eyes". Didnt predict the twist with his identity or anything and I even tried to rationalize that maybe it's common to compliment ppl to break the ice, make them comfortable for the session? Still when the reveal happened I was all "i knew you cant be trusted!!!" at him

I was surprised at how much I cared about the story and plot and characters other than the main 2, even though I basically started watching because I came from Strangers from Hell and saw the same actor + homoeroticism and was like fuck yeah sign me up

Glad you liked it so much!! ❤ I believe Bad And Crazy has a good comedy-drama balance, so it's light enough to watch in one go, but also meaningful enough to not be forgotten immediately after, if that makes sense.

About Officer Oh: you are not alone! I remember the fandom being particularly protective over him back when the show was airing. He was declared the cinnamon roll in no time. My favorite scenes with him were the ones with Inseon, the little girl from the first case 🥺 They were adorable.

Boss Yong and Andrei were like real family. They were fiercely loyal to each other, hence why Yong would willingly give up her freedom to avenge his death, despite, theoretically, having the option to flee instead. That's not the kind of emotionally driven decision we'd expect from her at first, frightening and sharp-witted mafia boss that she was, but Andrei was that important to her. They found their way into that lifestyle together, and he was probably the only one she had left, not to mention the only one she could trust and lean on. Their connection is not something that can be replaced easily, so I understand why she would go to such extremes after he was gone.

Oh, God, what was the name of that guy again... Ah. Yes. Yunho. It took me a moment, but I don't think I can ever forget it (I've cursed his name way too many times for that lol). Honestly, the first time I watched that scene, his "you have beautiful eyes" made me feel so uncomfortable and unsafe?? I wanted nothing more than to take Sooyeol and run. But I also remember coming here after the episode ended, to see what everyone else thought of him, and getting taken aback when the general reaction was "Does anyone get a little bit of a gay vibe???", in constrast to all my instincts blasting red signs that said Creep alert! Creep alert!

Trying to solve the mystery and identify Yunho along with the characters was a lot of fun (even when it was confusing, stressful, and we were all going mad in front of our little murder boards), and I had pretty much the same reaction as you did with the reveal XD Gotta trust your instincts!!

I got into the Lee Dongwook fandom through Strangers From Hell, and since then I've watched all kinds of things he starred at; some good, others not so much. BAC was full of surprises, and I have many good memories related to the time I was watching it, so I'd definitely put it up there as one of my favorites. Sometimes I really miss the gang 😔 (so much that, at some point since I started answering your ask, I also started my 2nd rewatch, so thank you for pulling me back in 😅)

Hope to see you next time Dongwook gets a role in a drama with homoerotic tones, anon! o/ Or because of any other stuff you'd like to talk about :)

Bye~💛

[one-day-i-will-figure-it-out]

Okay this is an explanation to the “me crying in front of strangers” thing:

I played RPG (with some friends of a friend) once before this - two sessions, I think? And next time we were supposed to meet it was a different place and when I arrived I couldn’t get into the building cause I didn’t know the code or the number on the pad to call so I texted on messenger about it but got no response for like half an hour and I didn’t have their phone numbers so after waiting for so long I’ve decided to go home. And of course others didn’t have problems getting in because they knew the place already and each other (I think one person had some difficulties but they let him in after like less then 15 minutes I think? I’m not sure it’s just what I heard). And this feeling of being completely forgotten and abandoned and being the piece that doesn’t fit because I was the odd one and they were a group - well it stayed with me so I stopped playing with them. I’m not angry or anything, but I just can’t stop feeling like the unwanted one that shouldn’t be there, so…

Anyway, after that fail it took me some time but I’ve decided to try again (because I wanted to play but honestly mostly because I wanted to make some new friends) so I’ve found some group on fb and asked if there was some group of players I could join and I told there that I was a novice and sb responded and today was our first session together and as you know I ended up crying - because I was so stressed, because the stress of “I have barely any experience at RPG, I’m meeting four strangers and I’m playing a system I don’t know so I don’t know the world so I don’t really know why I can or cannot do and now my character is supposed to convince theirs to let me join them” was too much for me. Because: I didn’t know I would have to convince their characters to let me join, I thought it would be either like „she joins you” or their characters would be like “hi, would you like o join us” or something but instead my character had to convince them and I had no idea how because their characters weren’t all friendly and “yeah, sure” and I was trying to play it out as my character but failed and I didn’t really know what to do because the MG gave me very little info so it was like “I’d tell them more but I don’t know either” and I was so stressed and they weren’t helping; like I’m thinking so my character is thinking too so they (characters) just decided to leave and it hurt because I really expected them to be more friendly - as people, not the characters although well that kind of too - and seeing me struggle they would make their characters nicer and just kind of take it up on themselves but they didn’t do it just got awkward because I didn’t know what to do and they just kept waiting for me to do something and I couldn’t come up with anything so their characters left and just… it sucked because you know I was prepared for trying to make the people like me and I have no problem making my character try to join sb who doesn’t want them to join (if I know that I will have to do that and can prepare for that and plan it a little you know), but NOT AT THE SAME TIME! Because I don’t know the people so if I do sth as my character they won’t know if it’s just her or me too, and it makes it rally difficult because I don’t know how they’ll see something and what kind of jokes I can make and if they will get offended or not about something so trying to figure all that out while trying to make their characters let mine join was just too much for me… but honestly the fact that they were just waiting for me to finally somehow magically figure it all out instead of chipping in to help really hurt because it felt like they were already a closed group with no place for me… so yeah, I got stressed because being alone in all of this was really difficult for me and I started crying so that’s a wonderful first impression, don’t you think? A horrible first interaction in game (because I panicked cause I wasn’t prepared so I forgot about the basics like maybe introduce yourself first), and a public crying outside of the game…

And I kind of blame the MG because I kept telling him I was new at this so he should’ve told me what to expect and stuff like “okay so we’ll start with you being here AND YOU’RE GOING TO TRY TO JOIN THEM” (like yes we established my character would want to join them but like I wrote I thought the MG would just say I joined or their characters would be the ones recruiting my character) or if he gave me some more information I could use to try to interact with them (cause I want to do the “I’ll offer to help them with something” except he didn’t even tell me what they needed the help with, so it ended up being sth like “do I’ve heard you have something I want but I don’t know what it is but I want to have it so can I join you?” but couldn’t even offer any help in exchange because what would I say “We could trade and I could help you with whatever your goal is”?).

So I wrote to the MG - cause he’s the one who contacted me when I posted on fb and I don’t have contacts to others - that I’m not sure I’ll be playing with them and that they probably won’t want that either cause after an impression like this?

So now I have one more trauma and I’m currently crying again writing this. So yeah that was fun…

[spidernerdsblog]

Hi 🙋‍♀️I have a request if u take them. Cud u write sth about Tom Holland x singer reader and the reader is performing at the Grammys or sth and the performance and song and costume is like really seggsy and Tom gets jealous??? Idk 🤷‍♀️ Sorry to bother u I just love your writing

Sorry this took me so long was at a lack of ideas. I strongly believe Taylor Swift’s reputation deserved a Grammy. So I'm borrowing her album for the reader. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Singer! Reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, jealousy, suggestive theme, missed typos

Mini Playlist : Endgame by Taylor Swift, There’s nothing holding me back by Shawn Mendes

Baby I'm jealous

You and Tom were seated at the back when your limo pulled over at the venue. You could hear the commotion from the inside even though you have walked numerous red carpets by now but it still seems to be a little nerve racking to you. Especially when this is the first time Tom is accompanying you to the Grammys which is going to be a big deal for the media. The security personnel opened the door and as you stepped out of the car you were flooded with flashing lights from the cameras. 

Tom held out his hand for you, you slipped your arm into his and walked with a dazzling smile posing for the cameras “you look amazing, darling” he knelt down to whisper in your ear. In the meantime a lady journalist came forward to ask you a bunch of questions. 

“So Y/N three nominations this year, how are you feeling?” 

“Well it’s always good to be back here and share the stage with all these talented artists as usual I’m excited and looking forward to the night” you answered.

“We see you have brought company this year” she remarked which had you blushing.

“Yeah, I couldn't think of a better company than him on this very important occasion” you said bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tom, what do you have to say?” she poses the question to him.

“Uhh I mean she has always been an incredible singer and her songs are the reason that made me fall in love with her in the first place” he replied looking proudly at you.

“Aww you both are adorable. Wish you the best” she said before leaving.

“Thank you so much” you thanked her, walking inside the auditorium and sat on your designated seats. There you were met with lots of your friends from the music industry as you said hi and chatted with them for a while.

“Hey Y/N how are you?!” you heard Shawn from behind as you turned around and went to eagerly hug him. You and Shawn were really good friends from the beginning of your career and you have always been supporting each other’s works.

“I’m good, how are you?” you chirped.

“I’m fine now” he remarked cheekily and went to sit beside you as you started talking catching up on each other totally ignoring Tom. To be honest he was a little annoyed seeing you so over friendly with him but he brushed off his thoughts quickly.

The show began and a few awards were distributed with some performances in between by different artists. You too had to perform for tonight which also included a duet with Shawn and soon your time came as you stood up from your seat to go backstage.

“Best of luck, love” Tom said to boost your confidence.

“Thanks babe” you kissed on his cheek lovingly.

“See you on the stage Y/N” Shawn snickered.

“Oh I’m looking forward to it” you blew him an air kiss and headed backstage to change into your stage outfit. The stage was set and you could hear the loud cheers of the audience from backstage. Truth to be told you always get a little nervous before any public concert but this time it was different because Tom sat there in the audience and you are more excited than nervous to perform. The lights went out and the screen doors slid open as you walked on the stage with the spotlight on you. The notes begin to play as you vocalize striding across the stage with oomph.

I wanna be your endgame

I wanna be your first string

I wanna be your A-Team

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

The crowd cheered as the supporting dancers slowly entered the stage. Tom sat amidst the crowd in awe witnessing you in your full glory. You owned the stage like a queen. He knew you were the prettiest woman he has ever met but the bodycon suit you were wearing accentuated your curves all at the right places.

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me we got big reputations, ah

And you heard about me, ooh

I got some big enemies

You waltzed around the stage with a sultry look in your eyes, slightly swaying your hips making the crowd go crazy. Tom was very good at keeping his emotions under check but when it comes to you he’s a possessive man so when he heard a few men from the crowd passing comments of how hot and sexy you looked he was fuming from inside. You went on to sing two more songs from your album then transitioned to Shawn’s latest single.

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

“Make some noise for Shawn Mendes!” you cheered as he emerged from the backstage playing the chords on his guitar and the audience screamed at the top of their voice.

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

I wanna let her take control

'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

He sang with his gaze directed at you which didn’t go unnoticed by Tom who was looking at you both with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws. 

She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing (mmm)

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Confessing, yeah

You joined in singing along the lyrics with him exchanging flirtatious gestures with each other. You encouraged the audience to sing along with you.

Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

You were clearly having a fun time sharing the stage with Shawn as you both swayed to the beat with a wide smile and the crowd cheered you on. Tom heard  someone saying “they make a good pair” and he completely lost it. Now he was jealous even though he knows it’s wrong because you had always made it clear that you loved him more than anything but you in that ravishing outfit dancing and singing being way too comfortable around each other wasn’t helping much. 

Your performance ended after some time and Tom couldn’t be anymore happier. You were back in the audience again as Shawn couldn’t stop praising you “you just set the stage on fire Y/N! It was awesome”

“Oh shut up! You weren’t bad either” you quipped. Tom sat there silently feeling neglected at how you had time to talk with everyone except him. The show ended with you winning the three categories you were nominated for : album of the year, song of the year and artist of the year. You were elated at your achievements as your team escorted you for a photo session. You saw Tom standing at a distance and walked over to him.

“Why are you standing here? Come and stand with me” you said, grabbing his arm.

“No I’m better off standing here rather than being your arm candy” he says bitterly pulling out his arm from your hold.

“What?!” you were slightly taken aback as you looked at him in confusion.

“Hey Y/N!” your manager called out.

“Just a moment!” you told him to wait and dragged Tom to a corner.

“What the hell was that back there?” you hissed at him.

“You know it very well” you shrugged with a disinterested look on his face.

“I-I really don’t understand where this is coming from Tom but are you upset with something?” you were really concerned with his sudden outburst.

“Well isn’t that obvious? When your girlfriend brings you to a public event to treat you like a sidepiece and goes on flirting with her colleagues on stage it is naturally upsetting” he jabbed at you.  

“Are you even listening to what you are saying Tom? Everyone here are my work friends just like you have” you retorted in a hushed tone.

“Well it looked more than just friends” he bit back.

“Now you’re being ridiculous” you were totally done with him, fuming at his accusation.

“Y/N come fast!” your manager called you again.

“Yeah coming!” you replied and turned to Tom again “you know what it was actually my fault that I brought you along with me. I thought we were ready to take the next step in our relationship but it clearly doesn’t look like that” you snapped at him and walked back to have your pictures taken. You were stopped by various people, for interviews as well as to congratulate you for your win but you were so annoyed with Tom you couldn’t concentrate properly.

Towards the end of the night, you had almost forgotten about Tom’s comments as you busied yourself into conversations with different people from the industry, sipping on champagne. 

As soon as he cooled down Tom was quick to realize his mistake and tried to approach you several times, but you successfully ignored him by preoccupying yourself elsewhere. He eventually caught up to you, grabbing your arm before you could walk away “Y/N, please. Can we just talk for a second?”

“No I don’t think so because I’m quite busy flirting with each and every guy over here” you snapped, turning to walk away. He grabbed your arm again, “Y/N, c’mon love, I’m really sorry” he whined.

You whipped around “not now Tom. We will talk after we get out of here so if you will excuse me” saying so you walked away to be stopped by a reporter for another interview. The after party ended an hour as you and Tom exited the place. You climbed into the limo, quickly putting up the privacy window. Tom climbed in after you, taking a seat glancing at you.

“What?” you scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. You could tell he was really upset with what he’d said earlier. 

“Y/N.. I can't even explain how sorry I am” he started “I know I was being a dick back there and I feel terrible about it”

You leaned back in your seat sighing “you know what, I'm really tired. Can we talk about this after we reach home?” He nodded silently in agreement without uttering a single word on the drive back.

Once you got home, you walked through the living room and made your way into your shared bedroom. You sat on the bed taking off your heels and massaged your ankles. After sometime Tom joined you in the bedroom. He takes off his suit jacket and loosens his tie as you stare at him for a second. He looked so good in formal attire which filled your head with filthy thoughts. How you could have celebrated your win in a different way but he had to ruin it by acting out like that.

“Y/N, I truly am sorry. I.. I have no excuse for my behavior. It was completely my fault” he walked over to you, sitting next to you on the bed.

You sighed deeply and stood up walking over to your walk in closet. Your hands went to your back to reach out to the zipper of your dress “I really didn’t expect this from you at least. Of all the people I thought you would understand since you are in the same line of work” you said with disappointment clear in your voice. Tom hung his head low in shame.

“I know babe it was rude and totally uncalled for. I was a fucking idiot and let my insecurities get the best of me” he said with remorse.

“Then just think about how I feel when I have to watch you making out with other women on screen. I never said anything to you. Instead I always supported you and you on the other hand questioned our relationship just because I was singing and dancing with someone else who happens to be a very good friend of mine” you ranted still struggling with the zipper of your dress “a little help please?” you huffed slightly irritated and angry.

Tom bit back a smile as he walked over to you and helped you unzip your dress. He took your hands in his and pecked on them gently “I didn't mean to ruin the night for you” he apologized, looking down at your hands.

You pulled out your hands and crossed your arms “well it wasn’t that bad given that I won three Grammys but I wished you were there by my side” you said completely forgetting that you were standing there in just your strapless bra and very tiny pair of lace underwear.

Tom was eyeing you the whole time with a known smirk plastered on his face. You noticed that and looked down at yourself “oh, c’mon. I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. You shook your head in annoyance and grabbed the black silk robe, tying it around your body.

Tom was broken out of his trance as he walked over to you, placing a hand on your cheek “Y/N believe me I’m really sorry. I wish I could take back all the horrible things I said to you. You didn’t deserve any of it. Sorry for being such a jerk to you”

Your expression softened as you held his hand gently “well I’m glad to hear that. And even if I try I can’t stay mad at you for a longtime so apology accepted” you said with a smile. 

“Thank you darling it would never happen again I promise” he says stroking his thumb on your cheek bone as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips “and I mean it” he stated a hand reaching up to untie your robe as your robe fell open, your breath hitched “though it was slightly your fault too, how do you expect me to not get jealous seeing you with someone else looking so bloody gorgeous in that outfit?” he hooked his index finger under the silk on your shoulder, pulling the robe down slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin “but I’m really sorry” he whispers in a husky tone. 

“Then prove it” you looked at him challengingly, a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without any further delay Tom crashed his lips to yours effortlessly lifting you up by your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

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Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[foralternateuniverses]

Extracts from a Yugioh DM 'rewrite' in the works

Duelist Kingdom extract: Seto vs Yugi

Half his foot dangling off the edge of the roof.

Hand raised, mouth open, but the order was cut off by a shriek.

“STOP!”

Clutching his chest, Yugi fell to his knees, panting and trembling all over, his eyes stung with crystalline tears. Taking over his body so suddenly and forcefully had depleted him of his strength, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to, didn’t want to, stand up on his own, maybe he would pass out.

Seto didn’t say a word, just fixed him a brief stare before leaving.

Yugi was brought up to his feet by Honda’s strength, his face in Ryo’s hands, asserting his state before hiding the shorter man’s face on his shoulder, surrounding him with his arms. He could hear Jounouchi screaming at the retreating Seto in the distance, Anzu being the one to stop him from resorting to punching the millionaire.

He didn’t know if the sour feeling of guilt belonged to his other self or himself.

He had almost forgotten how it was to be afraid of his other-self. 

Noah (now placed after Duelist Kingdom, in place of the episode in which Seto gets trapped in the videogame by the 5 sths and Mokuba goes to ask for Yugi's help): 

More context: Seto is going to remodel the house, while exploring for planning, he finds a hidden room with a machine that's starting to malfunction, he connects to check what's up and is trapped, so Mokuba goes to ask Yugi for help, they return and some of them connect, finding themselves in a labyrinth where t hey're separated, Jonouchi lands with Seto and Noah, Mokuba with Hanasaki and Ryo, while Yugi is on his own. They solve games and 'unlock' Noah's memories, this cuz the machine is crashing; Jonouchi, Noah and Seto are going through sth similar, their memories being shown to the others. Noah was angry that Seto 'took his place, but the memories are overwhelming, reminding him of his death and what led to it; the others arrive in time for Noah's mental collapse, giving up and helping the others leave the 'virtual world'.

This next part is almost at the end, having been revealed to Noah, Jounouchi and Seto some of the memories of the last 2:

Jounouchi and Seto stared at each other with wide eyes and pale faces.

They both had seen the memories, knew who those memories belonged to, and, of course, noticed the similarities.

An elder brother who wanted to protect their little sibling from their scum of a father, except, in one set of memories the mother took the younger sister and left, abandoning the elder brother; while on the other set, there was no mother, yet, there was a kind worker who looked after the pair of brothers.

Noah was also frozen in place.

Seto’s memories had taken him aback, he didn’t want to admit the monster who had abused Seto and had treated the then kid like a dog was his father.

His digital body was shaking slightly, he was suddenly scared, and guilt started to bloom in his chest.

Scooby-Doo Filler extract:

More context: to leave room for a breather and to just concentrate on the relationship dynamics, I decided that there should be a 'filler' episode between arcs (for example, the Ishtars get to kinda actually become friends with the protags in the Beach Episode after Battle City, in which, fulfilling his promise to Shizuka, Jounouchi -and friends- take her to that one beach. Otogi gets to interact more with the gang and ask for forgiveness in the 'taking care of the patient' episode after the Black Clown arc, and so on and so forth, I think you get the idea now)

Brotherly instincts kicking in. Jounouchi picked Mokuba up in his arms before dashing to the exit, but he fell backwards onto his ass when Seto managed to grab him by the back of his collar.

“Don’t panic mutt, it’s not a real ghost”

“Maybe, but what I’m feeling is real fear” whined the blonde.

Mokuba barely contained a guffaw.

Seto and  Jounouchi struggled for a short moment, pulling in different directions; until Jounouchi’s strength and adrenaline won and he managed to drag Seto with himself out of the room, Mokuba still in his arms.

Battle City extract:

More context: instead of Marik having a second, evil, personality, Yami Marik is made of the resented souls residing in the Millennium Rod.

“Marik?” called Isis.

Anzu’s voice was plain, devoid of fluctuations or emotions, her vacant eyes went through all of them “I am not the bearer of the Millennium Rod, Marik Ishtar, I’m just a soul that has been too long without a name.”

“And why are you in our friend Anzu?” asked Shizuka from the security of her brother's friend's side.

“The gravekeeper boy has sent me to you, to prepare you for the outcome, this is the last game, a game for the items, and no bearer has ever survived losing an item.”

There were gasps of horror.

Isis swallowed the knot in her throat.

“Can you see what’s happening?”

Anzu nodded, her posture that of a handmaiden listening to her master’s order.

“The spirits are playing against Pharaoh, each player with their sacrifice, the gravekeeper and the vessel’s souls, the shadows will take a part of their souls for each life point the player loses,” she stopped, a soft ‘a’ scaping her lips “Pharaoh just received some damage, the shadows have taken the vessel’s right leg,” a contemplative ‘mm’ “it’s quite painful.”

Atlantis extracts:

More context: Orichalcos magic: It's, more than anything, a powerful amplifier and/or conductor which works especially well with Plana, it allows the sealing of space for a specific use without the interference of outsiders but allows the public to see (like, what if shadow games were able to be seen by non-players or what if penalty games were sealed in a place like shadow games, not allowing the players to scape) this by using the specific effect of the Orichalcos Seal, although, it especially draws magic and strength from the user's feelings/emotions (both positive and negative), after it's mix with the quantum cube, it was corrupted, not only drawing power from but also amplifying the user's negative emotions/feelings.

The cube makes its first appearance in the background of this arc, and the protags never really encounter it, but Shada gets his hands on it. 

The backstories of the Atlantis arc characters have been edited (mostly Raphael), moe details about this on a later date I guess.

Also, Timaeus's chosen isn't Atem, is Yugi.

On the duel against Haga:

“I’ve squashed you many times already,” a smug grin stretched his lips. “You’re not competent enough to challenge me, what makes you think that this time will be different?”

Haga gritted his teeth but smiled nonetheless “Because this time I have this!”

The seal of orichalcos.

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“Master Dartz was kind enough to give me the card that contains Yugi’s soul,”

The Pharaoh felt a tick on his hand.

“And why would Dartz give my partner’s soul to a cockroach-like you?”

Haga clicked his tongue “You should thank me, Master Dartz was considering discarding Yugi’s useless soul, such a weak little thing is of no use to us, if it wasn’t for me Yugi’s soul would have already vanished.”

The cards wrinkled in the Pharaoh’s hold, brows furrowing further, smile disappearing.

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The card was ripped in half.

The nameless Pharaoh felt a scream get stuck in his throat.

Haga laughed maniacally “It was just a joke, I don’t know where Yugi’s soul is if it even exists anymore.”

The Pharaoh’s boiling ire froze.

“I see.”

Clouds of darkness slowly emerged from the floor, surrounding and caging the duelists in a capsule of shadows; there was no more wind to blow their hair.

Haga suddenly felt the urge to flee, but his feet were stuck in place.

“This is now a shadow game,” declared the Pharaoh, brows furrowed, a mocking smile twisting his lips “Let’s see who gets your soul first, orichalcos or the shadows.”

A chill went down Haga’s spine, as an inhuman laugh resonated in the void.

Stakes higher and rules unclear, Haga felt his doom approaching.

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Timaeus materialized on the field but it looked back at the spirit of the puzzle and growled.

A voice resonated in his head, angry.

“Yugi’s body it may be, but his soul isn’t present here. It is only because he willed it that I have obeyed you before, nameless Pharaoh, so do not try to tell me what to do, for, without Yugi’s backing, I will not listen.”

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On the final duel against Dartz:

The Pharaoh looked at the card in his hand, and, in his heart, he pleaded.

“We’re so close to getting Yugi back, so, please, Timaeus, help me just this once.”

Through clenched teeth, he declared.

“I call forth The Eye of Timaeus to the field!”

The dragon appeared and, barely looking back, sent the Pharaoh a small nod of acknowledgement.

A shaking smile appeared on Yugi’s face.

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After the Last Duel against Dartz:

Seeing Hirutani’s poor form, Seto clicked his tongue “I told you that if I ever saw your ugly face-”

Before he was able to finish his threat, Hirutani launched himself at him, after a punch to his face and a kick to his stomach, he grabbed the billionaire by the right lapel of his coat, dangling him off the edge.

Seto was sure he heard Mokuba’s scared call for him (and the others too).

His face darkened with hate and fury, but also helplessness, if Hirutani let him go he would be done for; loathe to admit it, when it came to physical strength, he was the weaker of the two.

Hirutani smiled, intending on letting him fall.

But right before he was able to, the blonde mutt rushed in, grabbing Seto’s coat’s other lapel and yanking him away from the edge, with his strength and the element of surprise, he managed to free him from Hirutani’s hold.

At the same time, he kicked Hirutani away from them both.

Crossing gazes, Jounouchi looked as surprised bus his actions as Seto was, he let go of the taller as if burned and Seto was dragged to the floor by gravity. Instantly, Mokuba was hugging him, and the others surrounded him without touching him.

“Katsuya!” roared Hirutani.

Having his attention redirected, Jounouchi threw himself at Hirutani again, attacking and defending as he saw fit. He had already defeated Hirtuani once alone, but a part of him was still scared, Hirutani had always been a vile thing with the strength and influence to control him, he had even managed to drag him back to that hole once if it hadn’t been for his friends…

Seto was tired of watching the show, he took out his gun, aimed, and shot at the floor between the fighting mongrels, who, each, jumped back, Hirutani falling off the edge. 

Memory World extracts:

More context: adding from the plot of the game 'Forbidden Memories', meaning that MW begins with Atem being still a Prince following his ascendance to the throne, also, Bakura only takes over MW and makes a game when it is time for Atem's coronation, before that we just relive his memories with Atem not really remembering his time as a spirit. Also, specifying more on the items:

Puzzle: assemble and disassemble the mind, heart and soul, allowing it to extract the monsters from the souls they belong, originally known as the Pendant until it shattered when Atem sealed Zorc using his own name.

Rod: brainwash and control people

Ring: locate other items and magic

Necklace: sees into the future and past

Key: allow the host to enter and alter the soul room of people

Scales: used for judgment, measures the inner evil of people against the feather of Ma’at

Eye: reads minds and hearts

Universal powers: 

Summoning monsters

A certain level of protection for hosts

Shadow magic

Penalty games: deathly games that use shadow magic and take place in our realm

Shadow Games: deathly games that use shadow magic but take place in the shadow realm

History: Created to protect Egypt from the Atlantean invasion, the ‘recipe’ was found in the Millenium Book, an antique of unknown origins, which has been in there since the time before bread; to create them, the required a sum of 99 human souls and the inhabitants of Khul-Elna were used, leaving a sole survivor behind; the souls mixed with gold and sealed in the Millenium Tombstone.

From when Atem was still a prince, from 'Forbidden Memories', almost at the end of the adventure:

They were lucky that the night was moonless.

The sharp shadows hid them quite nicely, and, with Jono’s help, they managed to reach the throne room.

He sat there, the pendant hanging from his neck, his thumb caressing the gold. He ported a toothy smile as he stared at the servant girl in front of him.

She had her hands tied behind her back, she was on her knees, looking down.

“Let’s see, let’s see.”

The eye of Horus shone on his head and Teana screamed, throwing herself back and writhing on the floor. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise, and he laughed.

“Give me your monster.”

Her screams resonated in the large room.

The boys were frozen in their hiding spot, their hands itching to do something, but between their mission and horror, they couldn’t move.

Then, a bright light shone from the pendant, and over the now immobile girl floated a creature.

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After becoming Pharaoh, already at war against TKB:

Seth almost threw up.

He didn’t understand how Jono was still awake, bleeding on the golden sand, it looked like a beast had taken a bite out of the side of his torso.

He tried to treat the mortal wound, but Jono probably wouldn’t survive the day.

Jono begged to be taken to the Pharaoh, so Seth took him.

The panic they caused was predictable, those who saw him carrying the guard to the Pharaoh went ashen.

The Pharaoh ran to them, he looked like he was trying to not throw up. “Jono, what-?”

“My Pharaoh, please hear this humble servant’s request,” Pharaoh bit his lip in worry “That bastard was too strong, I barely managed to escape, and I won’t survive till the morrow,” Jono did his best to prostrate to the Pharaoh “Please, take the monster in my soul as your servant to fight that damned thief.”

“Jono…”

They all knew how painful it was to take the monster out of the soul, they had seen Teana’s monster be ripped from her soul, had heard her screams, and the memory still haunted them, yet, Jono was asking the Pharaoh to do that to him.

“This servant begs Pharaoh, I don’t want to die so pointlessly, let me serve my Pharaoh even after death.” 

Pharaoh’s eyes stung “... alright.”

Pharaoh closed his eyes and placed his hands on the pendant, the eye of Horus shone on his forehead.

Jono was shocked by a scream, the shrieks that ripped his throat lacked air, it almost sounded like he was shocked in his blood. After a bright white light blinded them for a second, Jono’s monster appeared.

A big, slender, black dragon with red eyes stood over the corpse of their friend.

Dark Side of Dimensions extract:

More context: in the movie Aigami/Diva mentions that Yugi is special like them and that Plana calls for him, I tried to make sense of this by working on the types of magic and making it so that Plana only works for and calls to those who have 'fractured' souls, which make them weaker and incompatible with the other magics (also building on the detail of Yugi being weak to shadow games, first noted in his duel against Pegasus in Duelist Kingdom), also, stretching DSoD a bit more to go into more details and yada yada.

“You are special, Yugi,” Aigami said in all seriousness “You are like us Yugi, and Plana calls to you.”

Frozen in place, Yugi didn’t stop the other from placing his open palm on his chest. The small, golden, upside-down triangle shone on Aigami’s forehead.

Yugi gasped and staggered a step backwards.

“Those shadow games were harder for you than the others, weren’t they? and the orichalcos almost discarded your soul, didn’t it?”

His chest looked cracked, like crystal after a punch.

“Plana calls to fractured souls like ours.”

Tearing away his eyes from his chest, Yugi looked up at Aigami, his tanned face was cracked, one big line from the left side of his forehead to the right of his chin, from the bridge of his nose to the left of his chin and his cheek.

[kodzuken-chan]

🌼Don't let it Break your heart 🌼

Paring: Sanji X Fem.Reader

Gener: Agnst / Fluff / Modern AU /Song Based SC/ One-shot

Warnings: slight depression and break up issues

A/N: So I had the Idea of this scenario as i was listening to Louis Tomlinson's "Don't let it Break your heart"

I recommend you listening to it as you read it to get the feels~

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Summary: Sanji was always by your side, but will you ever realize that~?

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The light of dawn seeped into your room.  Rubbing your blurry eyes and walked to the window. There was a pearly glow in the sky, it was the weekend so everyone slept for a bit longer than there usual sleep hours, you glanced at the back and smiled, Nami and Robin were still alseep, it was 7 am and You had enough sleep, you decided to start your day. You along all of your Strawhats nakamas lived under the same roof, yes that's right, you all lived like a family rather than a group of friends in your two floor house named Sunny Go. You showered and head downstairs, silence was filling the place, but the yummy coffee aroma mixed with some fried eggs crepted  to your nose making you follow it leading you to the kitchen.

You walked in finding your best friend and the crew's chef Sanji in the there elegantly preparing the breakfast table before everyone's arrival, he noticed you coming in and brushed his bashful smile, " Good Morning My lady~ have you slept well?", He asked, and you noded softly in response. Among all of the Strawhats, you felt mostly attached to Sanji, You always find yourself chatting with him for hours without getting bored, he always listened to your worries and concerns, never failed to help you overcoming them. You won't especially foregt the times when you talked about your crush to him and how he helped you until you finally started dating him, you were always so greatful for Sanji, but little you know that Sanji himself had feelings for you, and despite you being an air head, he still helped you to get your courage and confess to your crush to be with him.Of course Sanji was a human being too, he did felt Jealous, very jealous to be honest, bcs your heart belonged to another man. However he never made it obvious, he kept his feelings to himself, thinking that maybe you will be happier with this man than him, if you're happy then that's enough for him, he's glad to see your smile from afar.

The Strawhats knew your boyfriend, they met him several times, and sometimes he was invited to your house for meals, of course everyone got along with him except for a certain blonde who wasn't comfortable at all for him, he was fishy at least for Sanji, but again he kept all of these thoughts inside his head. Days have passed, you got much busier with your college assessments, you came home late and studied the entire night, of course Sanji as always kept you accompany, of course its only when you don't force him to go for sleep, he stayed awake with you and prepared different Snacks to make you at ease, but still stress haunted you from time to time. During all of this mess you're going through, you never forgotten your boyfriend, you texted, call him and tried many times and plan out for some dates, but he came up with different excuses each time declining your request. At first you tried to understand and be considerate, but later it gave you bad feelings, why he has been avoiding you, your phone checkings have even increased day by day, until that day ...it was dinner time and everyone was gathered aorund the table in the kitchen digging in their food, and there you were, just spacing out staring at your plate houvering the spoon between your fingers, Sanji noticed it, he wanted to ask you if you're bothered by sth bcs it shown up all over your face, but decided to wait until you come yourself like everytime.

Suddenly your phone rang bringing everyone's attention to you, you glanced at it and your face lit up, as if all of your worries vanished in the air after seeing your boyfriend's name on the screen, immediately picking up the call, he greeted you like he always did, and told you that he wanted to see you if you're free now, " Yes I'm free now, I will be there in few minutes!!!" You jumped out of your chair and ran to the girls room getting ready enthusiastically. Picking up your favorite dress and applying some natural make up, you went out to your destination. Sanji stood there, as he saw your smile coming back to your face again, he was kinda relieved that you got back to yourself but at the same time he felt that sth isn't right, so he decided to secretly follow you to stop his unnecessary donuts and negative thoughts.

The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky above the Children playground, you arrived at the meeting location as your boyfriend told you in your best look. On the other side, Sanji stood far in the night shade away from where you were standing, looking at you from his car window. finally you spotted your boyfriend lumbering towards you but with someone else plodded beside him that turned out to be a girl, a frown soon appeared on your face,

" Hey (Y/N)" he called out

" H-Hey..." You answered trying to keep on your smiley face and not jump into assumptions

" I don't like to go around with my talks so Imma tell you this straight forward.... We're over " he said mockingly

"W..w-what do ho mean by.. we're over..?" You froze

"Oh hahaha oh my...what a poor girl, can't you understand it by just looking ? He's done with you, which means that he doesn't want you anymore, he got bored of you" she scoffed poking your  shoulder with her index finger

You glared at your boyfriend who seemed to enjoy the situation

"What is she talking about ( Y/B/N)?" You managed to ask keeping your trembled voice stable

" As you heard her, i just broke up with you, its O-V-E-R" he said then laughed mockingly

"Oh my...did you think that he called you to take you on date? Oh, no no look at her babe she's believed that its a date hahahaha" she mocked but now glared at you

" Oi... don't get ahead of yourself, why would he date someone like you, he just passed time bcs i was busy" she said as she poked your forehead aggressively making you step back.

You couldn't believe it, no its not true....you stepped back slowly until you fully turned running away in the opposite direction, tears staining the air behind you.

Sanji was sitting the car and carefully observeing what was happening. Sanji was intelligent, though he couldn't hear out what were you talking about, but he could sense the negativity in the atmosphere especially when that girl next your boyfriend was being so clingy to him, once the girl pushed you with her fingers in your forehead and you ran away, Sanji stormed out of the car, with his agitation at its utmost, he walked to the man who happened to be your boyfriend until few seconds ago, and kicked him in the face with his extreme anger making his nose bleed, he was trying to contain his bersek self just for your sake or he would have killed this man right away, However, before the man could even fall bcs of Sanji's kick, Sanji grabbed his shirt from the collar, "You piece of trash! how dare you do that to (Y/N)-chan! I knew it...I knew that you were just playing around her....if i saw you again I swear-" Sanji snapped back remembering that you ran away. He let go of the man and got in his car and drove to the place he knew that you'd be at for sure.

You sat on the bench infront of the dark sea, the cold breeze hit your numb limbs, you stared in the void as the tears rolled over your heated cheeks,  you couldn't believe what just happened...did he used you just to pass his time...so all the memories you shared together were just a lie? Come to think of it, he never did sth for you, you were always the one to do the first move, you always bought him presents and gifts but he never did and always came up with stupid excuses, he did kissed you and cuddled you..but it wasn't warm like it should be, you knew now, that it was your fault from the start, it was all bcs of you blind love, your love for him blinded you from anything else that he did, your nails digged in your skin....you sobbed in silence as you remembered the sarcastic expression on his face making you feel  pathetic for not realizing it soon. Sanji reached to the place you were in, rushed out of the car, and looked for you everywhere like a child who lost his parents in the crowd, until he Spotted you sitting on that bench with your head tucked in your knees, he runned to you and stood infront of you, his heart clenched at your sight, he couldn't stand looking at the person he loves in pain like this. Sitting right next to you..he called your name sofly as he stroked your hair making you jump at his Sudden appearance, you looked up at him, face was puffed and stained bcs of the unstoppable tears, he cupped  it, wiped the tears with his thumbs and brought it closer to his face until your foreheads touched, he closed his eyes and began to sing something with his soothing voice,

🎼"Life gets hard and it gets messed up

When you give so much, but it's not enough

When the high's too high, and the low's too low

When you love someone and they let you go"🎼

Your teary eyes was locked his closed ones, his words hit you even more and made your tears stream like waterfallls, but why was your heart beating so fast? You wondered, he moved apart and his hands moved from your cheeks to rest it on your waist and back pulling you closer to his embrace, he huged you and your face was tucked in the crook of his neck, he continued singing with a comforting melody and soothing voice,

🎼"Don't you let it kill you

Even when it hurts like hell

Oh, whatever tears you apart

Don't let it break your heart

Time takes time to heal it

You can't do it by yourself

Oh, whatever tears you apart

Don't let it break your heart"🎼

Inhaling his scent, you relxed at his soothing voice yet warm touch..was he always warm like this? And since when his voice was so realxing like that?,your heart beated even faster at the thought, but wait...how did he know what happened...you haven't told anyone especially him...in fact he always appeared when you were in need for someone in envelope you, you didn't let go of him but you asked him with a cracked tone, "How did you know....?", He wanted to answer you as he looks in your eyes but you tightned your grip on his shirt, "Lets stay like this...."you confessed, "I just knew it..... you're someone special to my heart... I can sense it when you need me..." He said as he stroked your head, you could feel his heart beating so fast, so some thoughts rushed to your head, like does he have feelings for you?, If you remembered it right, whenever your ex was with you, he always looked pissed or annoyed,they didn't get along either, always end up arguing and sending death glares to him, it wasn't like his argues with Zoro no, it was  different, it was as if he wants to win in sth...was it bcs he was jealous?  Now you raised your head at him, you could see a sight blush spreading over his face as he looked down at you, " Sanji...Do you love me?", You asked him, and his face flushed in red, he pulled your face back to his embrace again just to unable you from looking to him now, you giggled feeling much better, "its fine...you can be honest with me...." You ressured him, He stayed silent for couple seconds and then spoke, " I know....this might not be the right timing to tell you this...but it seems that I got exposed with my obvious attitude" he let out a sad laugh, and continued, " I love you (Y/N)~chwan...you're a person that i want to protect at all cost..actually i wasn't planning to confess from the beginning...seems that I'm might be Selfish for what I'm about to ask you right now, but please don't feel pressured to reject it..." He paused, you felt his arms tightening around, his hair stroking stopped and felt his heart beating next to your cheeks, "My dearest (Y/N)-chan, Will you let me protect your heart?", He asked as he stared at the sea infront of him, Not going to lie, but he did get nervous on your silence.

Suddenly he felt you arms locked around his waist as you snuggled even more to him feeling his warmth, " Yes... Yes please ....I want you to protect  and heal my broken heart...." You said, Sanji was surprised he looked down at you not believing what he just heard, he even wondered if he was dreaming. " W..what do you mean.... i thought that you-" he said but soon cutted off by you who was deeply staring at his  uncovered eye, " No Sanji...It was my fault from the beginning, I was blinded by lie i made myself and believed it, not realizing soon that  the person who cared, truly loved me and was by my side in all of my hard and good times was that close...I'm really sorry for not realizing that very sooner... I'm really thankful that you are always here for me and despite me being all over that guy infront of you, you still never left me and even supported me in my relationship when you had feelings for me" , you said lowering your head but got raised back by Sanji was softly smiling at you, gaze was locked with yours, he slowly leaned, not sure enough if you'd allow him to do what he wants to do, but he got the confidence and courage as soon as you gave him the signal and closed your eyes. He gently pressed his lips on yours with the tenderist kiss you have ever got and you kissed him back, when he pulled back, there was a slight blush on both of your faces, it felt so Perfect as if you two were meant to each other....the night kept going and the stars kept dancing above both of you in the night sky, the two of you stared at the sea waves clashing with the grey beach Sands in each other's embrace. " So shall I call it our first day?", Sanji said almost whispering, you closed your eyes Snuggled into him and nodded. This is how your night went...you never felt so safe like this before, but you truly believed that he was your destiny 🌌

The End

[your--isgayrights]

not sure if this is what you had in mind but i was thinking maybe kdj and hsy meeting briefly earlier in life (at 20/22 years old or sth)? maybe having a misunderstanding or an argument over something trivial (like interpretation of a book or who should take the last lemon flavored popsicle in the store) and somehow still managing to reach some recognition or understanding of each other. years later they would forget about each other but still remember that bizarre situation sometimes. i have no idea if that makes any sense but i believe in your writing and massive brain and powerful swag. xoxo

Aaaaah, Exe I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked for... I was just like... what if that time Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja almost met in the epilogue went a little differently and like... haha...

The first part is basically copied and pasted from that chapter before the twist, so go read that first if you haven't!

Han Su-Yeong staggered and walked closer to Kim Dok-Ja. Several passersby brushing past her looked back in suspicion.

Kim Dok-Ja was now walking down the subway’s steps.

Kim Dok-Ja, with earphones stuck in his ears and reading something on his phone while walking downstairs.

She knew what he was currently reading.

“—!!”

She barely managed to shout, but her voice still didn’t come out. So, she desperately chased after him.

Because of the story you wrote, author-nim, I was able to survive until now. Han Su-Yeong was also able to survive while reading the sole reader’s words.

She managed to write the next part of Yu Jung-Hyeok’s life through them.

She was able to endure her boring and stuffy teen years, the days she never wanted to go back to, thanks to those words.

This train is bound for… She spotted Kim Dok-Ja standing on the platform, waiting for the next train to arrive. A person hiding within the small world crafted out of letters to protect himself was standing right there.

Kim Dok-Ja, who didn’t know anything about the apocalypse about to happen.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d get to live on the expansive world of the ‘Ways of Survival’.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d get to meet the protagonist he so longed to become.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d become the ‘Demon King of Salvation’.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d sacrifice himself multiple times for the sake of his companions, and as a result, came to the 1863rd turn and met her.

Kim Dok-Ja, who was destined to become the ‘Most Ancient Dream’, the price he paid for loving a certain story too much.

[Your mental state is crumbling!]

[The main body’s ego is regaining its control.]

[Your Fable is being extinguished.]

Her legs grew heavy, and her arms didn’t want to move anymore. Her body was gradually becoming not hers.

Even then, Han Su-Yeong wanted to tell him.

⸢To tell him that he was definitely not at fault for this story being born. And to tell him that the things he was about to experience were not his sins.⸥

Because, her past 13 years existed solely to say those words to him.

⸢To say that, though you have grown up while reading this story, there’s no need for you to become it.⸥

She barely managed to muster up her strength, her arm coiling in on itself and preparing for her one last willful action.

[Your ego will convert into the ‘subconsciousness’.]

As she set her weak, pre-scenario body into that final decisive movement...

The twenty six year old Han Su-yeong who knew nothing of the soon to come apocalypse, woke up thrusting her fist forward into the face of some guy on the subway.

She would've thought she was still dreaming, if it hadn't been for the feeling of his soft cheek slamming against the hard bone of his teeth under the force of her balled up hand.

'What the hell? Why am I doing this?'

Han Su-yeong most likely would have asked herself these things if she had any more time to think before her punch had landed.

She got her answer, though. Despite never asking her question, that reason she was looking for became clear as the man staggered off his balance.

He made a futile attempt to right himself before being knocked to the ground. The phone that he had been holding so close to his face clattering screen-side up onto the concrete of the subway floor.

That was when she saw it.

She only had to read a snippet of the words on that phone screen to come up with an explanation for her own actions at that very moment.

[There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. Now, I have forgotten a few, but one thing is certain. The fact that you who are reading this now will survive.

-Three ways to survive in a ruined world

Author’s words: Thank you so much for reading ‘Ways of Survival’ up to here. I will come back to you with an epilogue!]

'Ways of Survival.' 'Three ways to survive in a ruined world.'

...

Yes, there was no doubt that this guy sat on the subway floor rubbing at his cheek deserved it.

Some latent evil of the world must be working to Han Su-yeong's advantage, because none of the commuter passing by spared her a second glance as she sorted out her own motives. They simply dodged around her and the man she had assaulted moments ago.

If Han Su-yeong had to write some train of thought into their actions, she might imagine these negligent bystanders saw something like an overly dramatic lover's spat. Something personal that they ought not get involved in.

Were it not for the pervasiveness of such a cliche recurrent in physical altercations between men and women, maybe they would see it for what it was. A question of honor between authors.

Because Han Su-yeong was certain that was who this man was. An author who was so shitty that he had created an alt to try and hype up his terrible novel.

That was right... It was years ago now, but Han Su-yeong remembered that unsubstantiated accusation of plagiarism on her first published webnovel, SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor.

This shitty guy had made an alt account that was so obvious... it was something 'Dok-ja,' like he wasn't even trying to pretend he didn't make it just to pretend to 'read' his own webnovel...

If that didn't prove it, then it was also clear from the comments that he had left on every single chapter. When she was reading them, Han Su-yeong had known that if she were such a bad author that she would have to have just one reader, the words that he wrote represented that perfect amount of reader to author engagement that she would have desired.

But that sort of relationship... it was unrealistic. Han Su-yeong had been an author for something like 13 years now, and she had never had such a relationship in her entire career.

So it was obvious that a reader like that could only be written by an author with those same desires that she held.

And then he even had the nerve to wander out of his self contained fantasy, accusing her superior work of plagiarizing his shitty one just to draw in more views and commenters.

So of course he had a lot of nerve to be rereading his own damn author's note right where she could see hi-

"Can I help you?"

Han Su-yeong felt all of the hot air she had been blowing herself up with to justify her current situation deflate upon hearing that voice of his.

The man she'd injured looked up at her with hollow black eyes. Eyes that perhaps had only seemed bright while being illuminated by a screen.

His voice was mild, too. As if getting punched in the face were something that was merely tiresome to him, instead of something to stir anger or indignity. The reactions that Han Su-yeong had been mentally preparing herself to butt heads with.

Nothing about his reaction seemed to ask Han Su-yeong for her motives. There was no race to find an explanation behind those hollow eyes. No bit lip, straining to come up with a turn of phrase to become an appropriately biting retort.

This guy wasn't an author.

...

Hey...

Why had she punched this guy again?

"Sorry." Han Su-yeong found herself saying, as her body deflated, extended arm going back to her side. "From the behind, you looked like my shitty ex."

She let herself fall into the cliche.

"Ah. I see."

Han Su-yeong hated the guy's expression, just then.

It was one that said, 'Well isn't that just my luck?'

But she couldn't help but watch, as this unlucky guy stood up and picked up his phone, brushing it off instead of himself, as if it were more precious to him than his own body.

And when that Dok-ja turned around, Han Su-yeong only saw his back for a second, before the sight of him was once more swallowed up by the uncaring world of the subway station crowd.

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

I’m back with another idea!!😆😆 could you do sth like overstim/degradation with a hint of manhandling for Hyunjin or Changbin?? Plz and thank you❤️❤️

I know that this one took awhile so I'm sorry for the long wait but I hope you like it! I decided to write it for Changbin since I haven't written anything for him yet and I already have something for Hyunjin.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Changbin, fem!dom!reader, mommy kink, degradation, overstimulation, a hint of manhandling, use of toys (vibrating plug), masturbation, and a lil bit of spanking.

See You at Home~

If you could use one word to describe yourself in this moment, it would be bored. Very bored. You had finished up everything you needed to do for the day and most everything you needed for tomorrow. Even so, you still had to sit in a boring, empty, office, waiting for someone to finish doing some paperwork to run up to you. The room itself was nice and spacious with a large window as the back wall so you had the perfect view of the city as well as a small wall of books (one that you had specifically requested to be put in). For some reason though, you just didn't feel like reading today, so you decided to watch some interviews of your boyfriend and his bandmates instead. 

     You were giggling at a random comment when a texting notification popped up on your screen. You smiled to yourself as you saw who it was. Speak of the devil. You had forgotten that Changbin was free for the day so you didn't text him, thinking you wouldn't get a reply. You tilted your head in slight confusion as you saw what he had sent you. It was a video that was about a minute long, sent with the simple message 'Make sure you're wearing headphones ;)'. The  thumbnail was just a black screen so you couldn't tell what it was about.

     You opened one of your desk drawers, pulling out a pair of headphones and plugging them into your phone. A few seconds into the video and your mouth went dry as a whimper filled your ears. He was face down in your bedsheets, facing the camera with his ass in the air. He had moved your body mirror so you could clearly see the vibrating buttplug he had shoved in his hole. One hand was desperately clutching the sheets next to him as the other pumped his cock, which you also noticed had a cockring around it. He was whimpering and whining into the mic, making arousal shoot through your body at the submissive sounds that flooded your ears. 

     "M-mommy~! Ngh- I missed you s-so much. I've been teasing myself for s-o long so I could be hard for you when y-you got home, but…" his words trailed off as he bit his already swollen lips. "I really wanna cum mommy! A-ah- it just feels too damn good!" You gripped your phone harder, knuckles turning white as you stare intently at the screen. He sat up, whimpering as the plug pushed deeper inside of him from the action and slowly removed the cockring. As soon as the object had been removed, he began stroking his cock at a much faster pace than he had before. "AH! Ohh- I've been thinking about you all day mommy! T-thinking about you p-pounding me into the mattress as I scr-eam for you! Oh god! Want you to t-tie me up and use me! Use me like I'm your own personal t-toy! Ngh- Oh god! - Cum! Cumming! G-gonna - A-AH!" You bit your lip as you watched his body tense up before thick ropes of white covered his hand and his stomach. He slowed down his strokes before stopping completely, giggling cutely as he grabbed the remote for the plug to turn it off. "See ya at home mommy~." He said before blowing a kissing to the camera and the screen went black.

     You stared blankly at the screen in front of you for a few minutes, clutching it tightly as thousands of thoughts clouded your mind. You snapped back to reality after you heard a small knock on the wooden doors to your office. You took out your earbuds, setting your phone down as you called for whoever it was to enter. Your secretary opened the door, arms full of paperwork. With the files secure in your office, that was your que to leave. 

-

     Changbin was standing in the kitchen, heating up popcorn for your weekly movie night when you walked in. The door slammed behind you, making him jump in surprise. A wide grin spread across his face as soon as he saw you, shuttering as he saw the dark look in your eyes.

     "Welcome home mommy! I was just working on-" He cut himself off with a quiet gasp as you slammed him against the counter, his back digging into the marble as you pressed your body to his.

     "What the hell was that? Did you think you were being cute?" You asked in a deep, raspy voice that you knew he loved. He shyly looked to the floor, the tips of his ears turning a bright red.

     "I-I'm sorry mommy." He claimed, but you could see the small smile making its way onto his face. You gripped his thighs tightly, making him whimper. You quickly spun him around, gripping his hair tightly and bending him over. He whined loudly, squirming in your grip as you landed a harsh slap to his ass. You pulled down his pants and boxers, ready to spank him again when you noticed something. Anger flared in you as you saw that he was still wearing the plug from the video. You yanked his head up by his hair so you could growl in his ear.

     "So this is how it's gonna be, huh? What the hell has gotten into you? Usually you're so good for me Binnie, what happened?" He bit his lip with a whimper, turning his eyes to look at you.

     "I-I - It's just - you haven't fucked me in so long! I just wanted to get mommy's attention." He whined out, squirming in your grip. You scoffed at his answer. He was kidding right?

     "If I remember correctly baby, I fucked you a little over a week ago, didn't I? Are you really such a filthy cockslut you can't go that long without mommy's cock pounding into you?" He moaned, grinding his hips back into yours.

     "Y-yes mommy! I-I'm such a slut for you! I can't live without mommy's cock destroying me! Please mommy~!" Your hand that wasn't in his hair gripped his hip tightly to stop them from grinding into you, making him whine. You pushed his head down so his cheek was pressed against the cold countertop.

     "I'm gonna go grab something, so don't move or I'm not gonna even think about touching you." He whined in slight aggravation as you disappeared but stayed still nonetheless. You weren't surprised to see most of your toys laid out on the bed already. You rolled your eyes, picking up the control for the plug, taking your time with putting away the other toys your boyfriend had laid out. You smiled once you had entered, happy to see Changbin still bent over the counter where you left him.

     "So you can listen?" He nodded enthusiastically, turning to look at you.

     "Wanna be a good boy for mommy." You had to hold back from laughing at his statement.

     "I think it's too late for that baby." You hummed, twirling the remote in your hand before turning it to the lowest setting. Changbin shuttered, whimpering at the sensation. You smirked at his reaction, pushing his thin t-shirt farther up his back so you could press open mouthed kisses up his spine. You bit down on the base of his spine, leaving a mark as you reached for the ring at the base of the plug. A loud whine left his lips when you pulled it out slightly, but was immediately followed by a gasp as you harshly thrusted it back into him. Submissive noises continued to flow from his lips as you harshly thrusted the plug in and out of him. He suddenly let out a loud gasp followed by a high pitched moan.

     "O-Oh fuck! Mommy! R-right there!" He whimpered as his arms reached out to grab anything, eventually deciding on gripping the opposite edge of the counter. You smirked down at him, chuckling at his disheveled state.

     "What's the matter Binnie? You were so confident in your little video earlier, so what's the problem?" He whined, squirming against the counter as his thighs started to shake from how close he was to his release. 

     "I-I'm sorry m-mommy! I- AH - I-I really am! Mommy! I w-wanna cum! N-need to cum so bad!" You raised your eyebrow, scoffing at his statement. 

     "You need to? But you came earlier, didn't you? I remember you cumming all over my sheets like a filthy slut because you couldn't wait for me to get home." You growled down at him, digging your nails into the flesh of his hips. He whimpered loudly, trying to grind back into the toy.

     "Please mommy! I-I'll be good for you from now on! Promise!" He whined, turning his head so he could look back at you with a pleading look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes before smirking and moving your other hand to play with his tip. You leaned over him so you could whisper in his ear. 

     "Go ahead baby, cum for mommy." He came while a mantra of 'thank you's left him. He let out a breath of exhaustion before whimpering once your hands didn't slow their movements. His eyes widened in realization.

     "W-wait, mommy!" He whined, squirming to get away from your hands. You removed your hand from his dick to spank him once, making him whimper.

     "Stay still. I thought you said you were gonna be a good boy for mommy." His whimpers turned to loud moans as the pain from the overstimulation drifted into pleasure. You snickered when you noticed him grinding back into your hands. "I thought you wanted me to stop, baby." He shook his head violently, whimpering as he felt a knot build up in his belly.

     "D-don't stop! Please d-don't stop! F-feels so good!" You leaned over him again, pressing your breasts to his back as you bit and sucked marks onto his neck. He was so focused on the pleasure he was receiving, he didn't notice that you moved one of your hands until he felt the vibrations from the plug suddenly shoot up. You smirked at his surprised gasps and whines as you switched the plug to max, stopping the thrusts to press it directly against his prostate. He babbled incoherently as the pleasure overtook his body, his sudden orgasm hitting him hard. His jaw fell open in a silent moan as his release covered the underside of the counter. You pressed the plug into him harder, making another spurt of cum shoot out of his tip before turning the toy off and carefully pulling it out of him. You removed his shirt so you could clean up the counter before pulling his pants and boxers the rest of the way off so you could clean them later.

     His body twitched slightly when you removed the plug. His mind was fuzzy and he couldn't even think about where he was until he felt his warm sheets around him. He hadn't even realized you had cleaned him up and moved him to the bedroom. You smiled at him, pushing some of his hair out of his face before bringing him into a sweet kiss. He smiled against your lips, pushing himself as close to you as he could. You cupped his face in your hands as you pulled away to look at him.

     "Are you alright baby?" He smiled at your concern before nodding, burying his face in your neck.

     "I'm fine." You let out a small sigh of relief as you pulled him closer to you.

     "Good. You can always tell me if I go too far y'know. I don't want to hurt you too bad." He looked up at you, pressing a few kisses to your jawline. 

     "I know you would never hurt me like that. I trust you." He mumbled. Your heart warmed at his statement and you kissed the top of his head.

     "I love you baby." All you got in return was a quiet snore, making you giggle before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

[bruh-haikyuu]

Can you make a scenario with Tendou where he's talking with his s/o and he makes her laugh and just then he realizes how much he's in love?? And he accidentally blurs out "I love you/marry me" and when he realizes he's all flustered about it but his s/o simply says "of course I'll marry you Satori" or sth like that? Sorryif it's too specific i just need something real cute with Tendou

A/N: this request is *chef’s kiss*

ALSO SEASON 4 AND THE OVA SLAPPED KINDA PISSED THEY CUT OFF A LOT OF PARTS W/ FUKURODANI IN THE OVA BUT DAMN BITCH THEY REALLY ARE THE PROTAGONISTS OF THE WORLD

yugen. | tendō satori

word count: 801

warnings: none

(n.) a profound awareness of the universe that triggers a deep emotional response

As a child, you were often asked by your friends what sort of superpowers would be cool to have. Growing up, your preferences spanned from invisibility, being able to mind read and even once the ability to wake up on time for school when you were a teenager.

At the ripe age of 23, you only wanted to stop time. To feel the distant seconds that were speeding against you only moments ago to rest idly on your fingertips, waiting until you were content. There were times where you thought you really had that power (which would have frankly surprised your elementary school self), and that was when you were with Tendou. Your sweet, zany Tendou Satori.

“I watched one of Wakatoshi-kun’s matches yesterday against those Red Falcons and the way he spiked… man, it worries me if he’ll ever get a girlfriend with an iron grip like that,” your boyfriend breathed out, a gentle mist of condensation forming in the air.

“I’m sure he won’t have any trouble, everyone in Japan’s on their knees for his autograph,” you pondered, tightening yourself against Tendou’s arm as you feel a gust of winter blow against your face. “Besides, if even you can get someone like me, I’m pretty sure he can do the same.”

He rested his chin on the top of your head, reveling in the scent of the new shampoo you had raved about to him last week. “You say that like it was super easy to confess to you the first time…”

And just like that, time stilled. It was just you and him on the sidewalk of the many stores lining the Mitsui Outlet. The muted lights of the display windows illuminating the night, like a personal spotlight just for the two of you.

Your eyes flickered to the store display you stood next to. “Satori, look. So pretty…”

Pressing his hands against the cold glass separating him from the warmth of the store, Tendou peered in silence. “Eeh… sure that shopkeeper is kind of pretty, but isn’t it immoral to cheat on your boyfriend like that? Cruel, Y/N-chan. You’re so cruel~”

“Satori!” you gave him a teasing punch to the gut and burst out into bubbles of laughter.

God, was he dreaming? Should he pinch himself? You couldn’t possibly be more breathtaking than you were when he first met you, but here you were, in all of your increasingly breathtaking glory. ‘Lucky’ couldn’t even begin to describe how he felt when he was with you.

He wanted to do everything with you. Dedicate his very soul to your smile. Die a million deaths at every tear. Tendou wanted to hold you forever and say with a proud smile: “That’s my Y/N!” Would you want children? He would probably be worried about their appearance but he knew you’d adore them nevertheless. But before that, he wanted to see you walk down the aisle, giving him a shy smile as you approach him. He wanted you to say “I do” as much as he did. He wanted you to be Tendou Y/N. He knew from the beginning, that he was going to marry you no matter what. He loved you so much and he wanted to spend the rest of his life holding your hand even if he knew he would never be enough.

“Marry me.”

His hand you were holding suddenly felt searing hot but there was no reflex to snap away from him. On the other hand, Tendou had forgotten his basic vocabulary and somehow switched into a Kansai accent as his face flushed.

“Wh—huh?! Y/N, um… no, wait… y-yes! Ah—I’m…”

“Yes.”

“’Twas just a train a’ thought! A-ain’t much to worry ‘bout— Eh?!”

“Of course I’ll marry you. I-I want to marry you too!” you had almost slipped into a Kansai accent yourself with the way you were trembling. But the sparkle in your eyes didn’t stray away from your words. There was only ‘yes!’ dancing in your eyes and you felt like you wanted it to dance that way forever.

“Really?” Tendou truly felt like crying. How could he not? Everything he could have wanted laid before him looking at him like he was the only person in the universe. “Y/N-chaaan! I-I’m shooo h-happpyyy…”

You flicked away the wet blobs collecting on his cheeks and wrapped your arms around him. “There, there. I’m happy too, Satori.”

“B-but, I don’t have a ring yet…” he sniffed, shoulders drooping.

You grinned, stroking the hair at the side of his head. “Well isn’t it nice that we stumbled upon something ‘pretty’ on the way?”

Looping your arm around Tendou’s, you walked hand in hand into the warmly lit jewelry store, immediately placing an order for the silver pair of engagement rings on their window front display.

[shinyflareon]

Dude I so agree with you about fandom culture. I think now days, people are too worried about purity culture and being so overly critical, that they forgot to just have fun and maybe explore a little bit of themselves while theyre at it. Looking back, there certainly were problems and discourses but at least we all had fun and just put our content out there without worrying that we'd be called this or that terrible term or sent death threats for god forbid exploring sth nuanced in fiction

For sure! By and large, we were all just dumb kids having a good time, coming into our own independence alongside an internet in its infancy and reveling in the anonymity that our newfound freedom provided. Like, there was some pretty awful stuff that got passed around fandom culture back then! But stuff like Pedobear was regarded as a harmless, if occasionally annoying, meme. Can you imagine if something like that were to emerge today?

But with all those problematic elements - the crass memes and the weebing and the yaoi fangirl-ing (to the point of hating female characters for "getting in the way of teh yaoiz!", sometimes to the point of killing them off! horribly!) - came a revelry and joy in fandom that I can't say I've ever really observed since. Fandom in general became such a cultural touchstone because we were all, collectively, in some way participating in it. It didn't really matter what a person's specific fandom was, because everyone was part of a fandom, and with that came an explosion of art, writing, cosplay, and just general creativity, and the bonding that happened online spilled over into physical spaces like conventions where people who otherwise would never have met could not only do so, but do so happily.

We all knew that our shows, games, whatever, they weren't perfect. That was half the reason we started creating fan works in the first place - to "fix" the "problems" (usually the aforementioned lack of teh yaoiz) that we had with the canon. But we still took joy in them, in the worlds and characters that they gave us, and so we went forth and created.

Now, since we've grown up and new generations have taken up the mantles that we passed down to them, things have gotten a lot more hostile. Creativity has become competition - if you're not good enough, then what's the point? You'll never get noticed, and it doesn't matter anyway. They know more about each other than we ever did, but are more divided than we ever were. Our camaraderie became their battlefield. They've forgotten that there were trolls under those bridges we built, and have instead decided that instead of just not being fed, they should go on righteous, chivalrous quests to slay the evil trolls for good. But the thing is, no one wants to return from a quest empty-handed. So you start finding evil everywhere you look, until that "evil" is just someone who says "I don't headcanon [character x] as [having trait y]."

In that vein, "headcanon" itself seems to have become a dirty word! It's not "my interpretation of the story," it's "the only valid interpretation of the story and if yours doesn't align perfectly with mine then obviously you're a horrible, terrible person, because mine is objectively correct!" I noticed this a lot when I first became aware of "kins" - people got so attached to a character and their headcanons about them that they stopped calling them headcanons and just claimed that they were that character but in "their reality" their headcanons were actual canon, and got incredibly defensive of people from "other realities."

And since it's so easy for everyone to find each other now, people drunk on righteous fury and hungry to - as we would've put it - "win the internet" actively hunt each other down, seemingly for sport, and can find each other's real identities and info with horrifying ease. Fandom is legit terrifying now! Some kid with a keyboard who knows way more about computers than you ever will can blast your private info for everyone to see over the barest slight, all to crow about how terrible you are and preen about how good they are by comparison for exposing you. And the bigger their target, the bigger the victory, which I suspect is partially why some people have gotten bold enough to go after the actual people who make the thing that they're claiming to be a fan of.

There are probably a lot of people who can and have say this all way more eloquently than I could ever hope to, and there's probably a whole hell of a lot I'm either glossing over or straight up missing. I'm sure I could get accused of just wearing rose-tinted nostalgia goggles. But the differences between early fandom culture and modern fandom culture are pretty distressing, even from the outside. I don't really know what to do with this distress but to remember the wise words I was once taught: don't feed the trolls, never give out personal information, don't like, don't read.

[darth-laeka]

Chapter four:

(Can anyone belive that this is only chapter four? It felt like a lot more. As always thanks to my beta-reader @thebreadtree  I always enjoy talking with you so much, and it was really fun today.

Anyone else: Please leave me critic or sth. and have a good day)

One year had passed and Zannah has become fifteen years. She had trained almost five years with Bane on Ambria, and she could only say that the last year was definitely the most exhausting one. She has learned to fully control her aura and was able to change it in seconds, but has also given more into the dark side of the force. Her live has completely changed and every time she called the dark side, every inch of her body seemed to glow. The only thing she still has problems with was hiding all of her emotions. She might be able to change her normal mood, but as soon as she got mad or emotional she lost complete control over her thoughts, and sometimes also her movements. Bane would describe it as a beacon that can be felt miles in distance. He warned her that it could get dangerous one day and she worked on suppressing it really hard. It got better, but not all of it. After all, the main aspect of the dark side was still emotions and feelings.

The Jedi suppress feelings, for lies like "peace" and "harmony." The dark side worked with their real feelings. Still Zannah's goal was not to die because she couldn't control herself. But that didn't matter anymore. Zannah felt ready.

Zannah was ready.

In her freetime she had taken research and worked out a costume for the Padawan she would be. Her name was Zōe Clär'tin. She was fifteen and also left handed. Neither she, nor her master were famous in any kind. They lived on "Lwhekkk" where they explored the native species "Ssi-ruuk"

The chances that she'll come back to the Enclave were probably lower than the chances that Zannah would turn to the light side. Zōe's hair was dark red and reached down to her shoulders. Her Padawan braid was made out of pearls. Zannah had cut her hair without hesitation, but the coloring had hurt a little. She had always liked her blond hair, together with her small stature it had always made her kind of invisible. But now people would most likely notice her.

The young Sith acolyte would be there under the pretext to get some informations about a planet, where they wanted to travel next. She wore a black coat over her Jedi robes, so no one could see her red lightsaber hidden on her back.

"I have trained you well my apprentice," Bane said, laying both of his hands on Zannah's shoulders, "Don't fail."

"I promise you, that I will succeed," she guaranteed confident. He only nodded and let her go.

Three hours. The shuttle to Dantooine was three hours late. Zannah had send the Enclave a message as Zōe to tell them that she will come, so it isn't a surprise. Of course the Jedi knew about the Shuttle, but it was still annoying for her. But as soon as she arrived in the Enclave everything was forgotten. Silently she cried out when she felt the power of the light nearly wringing her down. The apprentice felt some glances on her, but as soon as she could suppress this pain and stood normal again no one seemed concerned anymore. Zannah entered the enclave feeling like an imposter.

"Zōe!," someone screamed.

Kriff.

Zannah turned around forcing a smile. A Twi'lek boy came up to her. "Oh hey, you are still here..."

"Of course where else should I be? We wrote last week?"

"Yes, yes, of course, I remember, yea of course, uhm just you know, I had a long flight and yea, I am tired and uhm yea," nervous Zannah looked away and hoped that she didn't blush. That was definitely not how she planned this to go. But she hardly had any longer conversation with anyone else than her master since the last five years. It was not a fear, it was more the complete incompetence to act 'normal.'

His face brightened at Zannah's words. "Oh, of course you are. How could I have been so thoughtless. I will share my quarters with you since the others are already taken. It's the time of the year again where we have many Padawans. There won't be as much as now in two or three weeks, when the most are in training with their masters but as long as they aren't gone, their are barely any free quarters."

Oh great,

Zannah thought, already annoyed by the obviously very talkative Padawan.

"But I am so glad that you are here. We will talk so much about our youth, and Olavee is also here for a week. That's such a big coincidence, that you are both here!"

Who the hell is Olavee?

Zannah could only nod. The Twi'lek laid an arm around her shoulder and she flinched. "Oh yea, I forget that you don't liked being touched. " He lifted his arm again.

Zannah silently thanked the force that Zōe seemed to hate hugs and physical contact as much as she.

"And," Zannah tried to make some conversation, because she didn't know Zōe's character at all, "Anything important happened?" The Twi'lek shook his head. "Nothing I haven't told you in a message of mine already."

Oh this is getting better and better. Zannah rolled her eyes. This conversation would lead to absolutely nothing. She turned to the Twi'lek. "You know I'd really like to go to the archives and look for some informations. The sooner I'll get them the better. You know my master waits for me." The Twi'leks face changed immediately, "Oh, of course, yes, yes, sure you will find everything, just come with me."

Suddenly a Togruta girl came up behind them. "Cubi, who is that girl?"

Oh so his name was Cubi.

Cubi laughed: "That is Zōe, I am sure you remember her." Olavee screamed and hugged Zannah, who was too perplexed for taking a step- or hugging her back.

"I haven't seen you in years! But Cubi told me that you would come." "Yeah what a lucky coincidence," Zannah answered slowly, the Padawans didn't seem to realize how uncomfortable she was.

"Yea, Olavee hasn't been here for two years. So cool that now both of you are here. Our childhood trio is together again!" Olavee laughed. "Don't you see that Zōe wants to do her tasks? What are you even here for?" "Researching about the planets next to Lwhekk," she said. "You plan to move?" "Yea, my master thinks about it. I need to get to the archives fast."

Olavee and Cubi looked at her a bit concerned. Then both started to laugh. "Oh Zōe you are still as funny as always. Come on, the trio is back together, we are going to drink something."

"We are fifteen..." "We are both sixteen, and you are going to be in a week." That's when Zannah realized she should have taken more research about Zōe than only her apperance and her age. She knows nothing about the people who know Zōe. She laughed contrived. "Okay..than let's grab a drink."

﹄ ﹃

Bane had always warned Zannah about alcohol. Twenty minutes and five shots later, she finally understood why. She felt completely sick and her stomach hurt. "That was too much," she whispered. Cubi turned to her and raised an eyebrow, " Was this your first time, drinking?"

Zannah nodded, kneeling on the ground, holding her belly. She cried out: "Wha- what did you give me?"

Olavee kneeled next to her: "Why didn't you tell us, that this was your first time drinking alcohol? We wouldn't have started with throwing back shots."

"Shut up," Zannah muttered. Her body spasmed, as a burning liquid paved the way up her throat as she vomited on the bar floor. "Ey! Out of my cantina when you only make dirt!" Cubi helped Zannah up and Olavee gave the cantina owner some credits. "There you go, sorry for the trouble."

﹄ ﹃

It was a wonder that Cubi and Olavee got Zannah into Cubi's quarter without anyone noticing how drunk she was. But as soon as they laid Zannah in a bunk she closed her eyes and seemed to sleep. Olavee and Cubi left the room.

Zannah wanted to sleep so badly, just close her eyes and left herself drift away...but she couldn't. She needed to go to the archives. Of course she could do it tomorrow, but she wanted to leave the Jedi temple as soon as possible. It was so hard to change her force signature, particularly when she slept. And sleeping drunk would make it even worse, she was sure about that.

She rolled herself off of the bunk and stood up, swaying a bit around in the room, before she crawled up in the ventilation shaft, trying not to vomit again. She wriggled through the real tight shaft. "Why...does...the...temple...have...such...a...strange...architecture," she cursed, and tried to find her way to the archives. She knew that it wasn't so hard to steal a holocron, in the cantina Olavee and Cubi told her that they have already often stolen some. And this wasn't secured so bad. It was only supposed to keep curious younglings away. There was only a map in it. Who would try to steal a map? Right. No one. But there she was, trying to steal said map.

In her thoughts she cursed herself for not listening to Bane about drinking. Everything seemed to rotate around her, and her thoughts formed only in a haze of mist. She concentrated and tried to call upon the force, but she only fell forward.

Great.

Zannah was neither able to call upon the force nor to concentrate. She felt so helpless.

Finally she realised that she was over the archives. She took the grid away and let herself fall into the archives. She breathed through her nose and tried to see out something but it was completely dark. She closed her eyes and opened them again.

Still no connection to the force.

She stumbled, but was able to catch herself with her hands. Zannah stood up again, and wavered against the shelves but she could stand still.

Never ever will I touch alcohol again.

Zannah slowly moved forward and tried to open the chamber.

„What are you doing here?," Cubi said behind her.

Kriff.

She should have felt him coming.

Zannah turned around. „Funny Story..."

„You are a Bounty Hunter! They sre searching for Sith Holocrons!," Olavee screamed.

Bitch what, where did that come from

Zannah slammed the door and grabbed the Holocron. When she stepped out of the door Cubi had his lightsaber ignited. „I knew that something is wrong with you! Zoe never had such a defined jaw line!"

Zannah rolled her eyes. „Okay? And now? What do you wanna do? I have completed bounty hunter training," her voice was just a little bit trembling. She was no bounty hunter neither would Zannah stand a chance against Cubi and Olavee. She couldn't call upon the force, and she probably wasn't even able to draw her lightsaber without killing herself.

But Cubi didn't seem to notice. „I can wake up the whole Jedi Temple in five seconds through the force. You don't stand a chance, bounty scum."

Even without the force Zannah could feel that he lied. He might be good at drinking, but he would never become a master of lies.

Zannah laughed, finally seeing herself in full control. „Oh really? I am waiting." Olavee took a step forward. „Even when we are only Padawans. You probably don't even know how to hold a lightsaber. You are defenseless here."

The Sith Holocron in Zannah's hand suddenly felt heavier. Words started to build in her head, the words slowly became voices. It was creepy and relaxing at the same time.

Zannah.

Next Dark Lord of the Sith.

Use your power.

You know you can.

You know how.

Trust the Dark Side, Zannah.

Do it.

„Am I?," she whispered. The eyes of the two padawans grew bigger. Zannah didn't need to look down to know why. The Holocron in her hand had started to glow. The voices in her head became people.

Malak, Revan, Nihilus, Valkorion, Maar, Sorzus Syn, Freedon Nadd, Darth Traya, and so much more she has never heard about before. All of the great big sith lords came together in this Holocron.

Zanah concentrated. Tried to call upon the force. This time it worked. She could feel every inch of her body beeing pushed up by the consuming will of the force. Neither Cubi nor Olavee had the chance to scream. They both fell to the ground, kneeling in front of Zannah. That's when the young apprentice realised that she controlled their minds with the force.

She made them kneel.

A smile formed across her face. A cruel smile.

She lifted the arm, which didn't hold the holocron, and pushed the Padawans away from herself.

They where thrown against the wall and all of sudden everything went dark.

As always I am reminding you that there's also a wattpad version of this fanfiction and yea.

https://www.wattpad.com/1136740952?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=Darth_Laeka&wp_originator=pAxFf69yYH9pU5LaO4CDhi78YE9Ck%2FPWuK7IkpDT5yFXmOvSkAaAF%2FLEZdpZizInDwfED05pjDVtUlAZYXMkAON9S1Lnow6aBjSwxTPZX1nxxbGRaNdVa6TYQZ%2FhnQFa