#i really like the idea of them growing closer to each other and regarding the other as family

[dreampearls]

gets so sad over collei

[dyingswanpavlova]

"Your girl" - Part 5 | The Salesman x Reader

Summary: You tell him about your traumatic past and he has a proposition for you. Could the man, who's slowly destroying your life, also be the one to repair it?

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, mentions of sexual abuse and other traumatic events in the past, numbness, helplessness, violence, mentions of murder and rape, body issues, trauma talk, stockholm syndrome, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, hinting at depression, manipulation, mentions of sexual activities and desires, not beta-read, if I've missed any please tell me! mdni 18+!

Author's note: This chapter has a great focus on sexual abuse (not rape), so I'd just like to put an extra trigger warning here (That's also the reason I didn't manage to check the text for spelling errors, I just wrote it down and left it at that, so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes.) And what I'd like to add at this point: If anyone is struggling with anything in that regard, I hope you find a way to deal with it. Please talk to someone! And my inbox is always open. I love you all!

"Your girl" - The Salesman x Reader Masterlist

There was not much you could do. But the waiting was slowly driving you insane.

You remembered his words very well. They kept repeating in your head like a broken record and why wouldn’t they? Each and every one of his words was something between a gentle caress and a stab wound right in the middle of your chest.

A proposition, he called it. A proposition.

Doesn't one need free will to accept a proposition?

“Tell me who it was.” He had said. And you felt your insides clench and tingle unpleasantly once more.

“Don’t you remember what happened just twelve hours ago?” You nearly snapped. Of course it wasn’t really wise to speak to him in a tone that was anything besides timid, gentle and careful, but something bigger took your thoughts and your tongue hostage. “I don’t want to talk about it! I can’t! You saw what it does to me!”

You grasped the way he almost rolled his eyes, but decided against it. Instead he leaned closer, resting his elbows on the kitchen table. The way his sleeves were rolled up made something inside of you tighten. He was so handsome. So terribly handsome. What a bittersweet, sick thought.

“If you don’t talk about it”, he said slowly, “you won’t get over it. And if you don’t get over it, then I can never fuck you. And I want to fuck you. Soon.”

You didn’t understand how he spoke of such wicked things without letting a single muscle in his expression twitch. You couldn’t even say the words. You couldn’t even think them.

“I…”

“For God’s sake, just tell me who he was!” He called out impatiently. “Your father?”

“No!” You gasped out in horror. If there was one person in the world who had respected you and loved you unconditionally, it was your father. God, it had been the happiest five years of your life, back when he was still alive. And after his death, everything crumbled down to shit. Your life became your personal hell. On some days, when things grew particularly heavy on you, you had trouble not blaming him for dying. For leaving you alone. For ever getting married to your mother and having you. How could he have missed what kind of monster she was?

Did he even miss it?

You quickly pushed the thoughts away. In your head, your father had no idea. He was kind-hearted and good and it was going to stay that way.

“No, it wasn’t my father.” You murmured, unable to look up from the kitchen table.

He sighed, growing more and more impatient with the minutes. His tone stayed almost gentle though. Which was probably the most terrifying thing about the whole situation. At least, while he was angry you knew where you were at. Whenever he acted kind and calm around you, you expected him to suddenly lash out and knock the life out of you. Who knew? Maybe one of these days he would. You were growing too comfortable around him, denying him answers, talking back and all that.

“Who was it?”

You closed your eyes. “Please, I really don’t want to talk about it.”

He sighed again. “Let’s pretend this isn’t for the sake of me fucking you.” He said and tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. God, his eyes were so pretty when they were soft and calm like that.

Soft eyes.

Another thought for you to quickly dismiss. He hadn’t mentioned anything about him caressing you or begging you to come back to your senses, as you hadn’t either. And you surely wouldn’t. Because that never happened. That was what you kept telling yourself, for the sake of your own sanity.

It never happened.

You were growing far too comfortable around him.

You had a plan here. Play along, get him to trust you, get the hell out of there. And if that meant having to sleep with him, well, to you that sounded like a rather small price for your freedom and your life.

“What would that change?” You murmured.

“Pretend I’m someone you trust.”

These words surprised you and you looked up with a frown. Was it another test? To see if you trusted him? Oh God, would he pull the gun out again?

But no, nothing happened. He just stared at you with this…this calmness.

“And then?”

He sighed deeply. Obviously he wasn’t as calm as he made it seem. “And then we’ll talk about it. Listen, what was your plan anyway? Going through life for the rest of your days avoiding men and sex?”

You looked down at your hands. Yeah, that sounded accurate.

“Look at me.” He said in a soft tone.

It wasn’t your fault. It was your mother’s, again. And that part of you she had genuinely messed up.

Like every other innocent creature you had no idea of what sex meant, why some things felt good and others didn’t, what was allowed and what wasn’t, who was allowed to touch you and who wasn’t. She never mentioned any of that, because she, herself, was too ashamed to speak about it. Which was probably the cruelest trick she pulled on you.

You had no idea who was allowed to touch you and who wasn’t.

So, when he touched you, you didn’t say no, because you didn’t know.

“It was our neighbor.” You heard yourself whisper. A wave of disgust nearly made you shudder and your jaw hurt by how tightly you kept it clenched. Your nails dug into your palms and you took a slow breath.

In.

And out.

“Your neighbor.” He said in a whisper. Like he was afraid he might break your fragile composure. Which was very well possible.

“What did your neighbor do?”

You took a deep, shuddery breath as you kept staring down at your hands.

“He…”

You closed your eyes. All the pictures ran through your head like a camera roll. Except for the ones which were hidden away neatly, too deep imprinted in your mind and so your mind locked them away for you. How incredibly considerate.

“You can say it.” He said with a gentleness that surprised you. For a moment you almost forgot who he was and what he did. It felt like talking to a psychiatrist, a friend, a lover.

A lover.

“It…He never raped me.” You immediately said, almost like you were defending him. You always did that in your own head.

He didn’t rape me. It wasn’t that bad. I’m overreacting.

“He didn’t rape me.” You said again. “It wasn’t like that.”

“What did he do?” He asked slowly.

You tried to think of it as a band aid. Just pull it off.

Just spit it out.

“Sometimes he’d wear no more than a towel. Then he pulled me on his lap.” You whispered, unable to open your eyes or unclench your hands. “On other days, my mother made me bring him some leftover food. He’d open the door, fully undressed. I never saw him naked, like...frontal. I just caught a glimpse of him walking away, undressed.” You choked out.

It got harder with every word, but you forced yourself.

Spit it out, spit it out.

“He always called me his mouse.” You croaked out.

God, how you hated that word. If someone called you that, you were sure, you’d straight up punch them. Disgusting. What a disgusting word.

“Always said, we’re friends. Friends. Friends don’t have secrets. Friends are there for each other. One time, I hardly remember it. I just remembered it recently. He kissed me on the lips. Just a peck. But it were my lips.”

Now, that you had begun, you couldn’t stop.

“I remember the smell in his flat. I remember how much I hated it. There was always a cauliflower somewhere. He had one of those old computers. Sometimes he gave me money to buy myself something sweet.”

And by now, your hands were shaking. You couldn’t look at him and you had no idea what his expression looked like.

Horrified? Surprised? Bored?

“But the thing that weighs the worst on me”, you whispered, “the thing that haunts me the most, is the way he touched my waist. Whenever I was on his lap, he’d slowly slide his fingertips along the bare skin of my waist, creeping under my shirt. Sometimes I swatted his hand away. Sometimes I didn’t. I felt uncomfortable. I always felt uncomfortable. But he didn’t rape me.”

You opened your eyes. The look in your eyes was crazed.

“He didn’t rape me. I’m overreacting.”

The look he wore was like nothing else you had ever seen on him. He looked equally as disgusted as he looked angry. His frown was deep and his eyes far away and thoughtful.

He took a slow, long breath to sort out his thoughts and then slowly placed his hand over yours.

“He didn’t rape you.” He said slowly. “But you still realize that it was abuse, right?”

You stared at him, no words on your tongue and no thoughts in your head. You opened your mouth and closed it again.

It was?

You had never perceived it as such. Mostly for one simple reason. He didn’t rape you.

After your mother found out something was off, she did something that was entirely unexpected of her.

She got angry.

No, she was furious.

She didn’t allow you to go anywhere near his door ever again. She didn’t truly talk it out with you and she was most likely aware that it was her fault to the greatest degree.

But she protected you. From then on, she did. At least when it came to other people.

To men.

She never protected you from herself.

Instead of answering his question, you murmured: “I hated being looked at for years.”

When he curiously raised his brows, you continued.

“No one was allowed to look at me. I never understood why. When I changed. When my shirt rode up the tiniest bit. I hate revealing clothes.”

He hummed softly. “I could tell as much.”

“I hate when someone touches me unexpectedly. I hate when someone touches my…my waist. I hate when someone touches me from behind without my knowledge. It makes me feel ticklish. But not in the way it makes me laugh.”

He looked at you with the same thoughtful frown.

“I hate when someone calls me mouse.” You hissed out.

He raised his hands in surrender. “That word is as dead as Latin in these halls.”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Alright.” He said softly. “How do you feel now?”

For a while you simply thought about it. You felt…better. Safe, somehow. What scared you a little was the fact that all up until now you never realized you’d been abused. You needed someone else to tell you. You were so much worse broken than you first assumed.

“Lighter.” You finally whispered.

He nodded slowly and ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Good.” After a beat, he added. “What about the other thing?”

You exhaled through your nose and averted your gaze again.

Of course you knew why you were so ashamed to speak about it. Sex was non-existent while you grew up. She never spoke about it to you. It was shameful. It was no subject for a mother to tell her daughter about.

It was shameful.

And now you were stuck here, in South Korea, unable to say the word penis out loud.

“I can’t speak freely.”

He frowned in a mixture of amusement and confusion. “Because we’re being spied on or…”

“Because I just can’t!” You snapped again. “I can’t…My mouth, it…The words won’t come out. The dirty words.”

That made him smile, but not in a mocking or even an amused way. It seemed almost fond. Like he found you cute. It was probably the first genuine smile you had seen on him. It confused you more and more.

“Try to describe it in your own words.”

You exhaled again. God, this conversation only ever got harder, it seemed.

“Alright.” You said quietly. “It’s just…”

He waited patiently. That made you feel safe enough to continue on your own. “I never told this to anyone. It’s…It’s the thing I’m most ashamed about. You’ll look at me differently.”

Oh God, what did you just say?

Your eyes widened and you quickly added: “I mean, you’ll think I’m a freak. That I’m twisted.”

That wasn’t even close to a good save. You had just admitted that you cared about his opinion and why in the world did you care about his opinion?

Because you realized it was true. You cared. But you tried to keep these thoughts hidden away.

Play along. Get his trust. Get out.

His smile widened, almost teasingly. “Oh, sweet girl.” He purred. “If you think your desires are twisted, there’ll have to be a new word for mine. Go on. Just tell me. No matter how horrible you think it is. For every twisted thought you have, I’ll have three worse to go.”

Your eye brows shot up and you found yourself mumbling: “Really?”

He raised a brow as if saying, do you mean this question?

“Yes. Really.”

Alright.

“Alright.”

You took another deep breath, then you began. Slowly. Quietly. And carefully.

“I realized pretty early on in my life that my fantasies were a little…dark.”

He said nothing.

“When I was younger, I was…” The words died on the tip of your tongue. And so did your composure. Tears welled up in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around yourself, tightly.

His smile slipped and he frowned again. Was that a hint of concern?

Don’t be an idiot. You’re his pet. His toy. His girl.

“I was…”

You choked down a sob and buried your face in your hands. Your body was being shaken by your sobs, faster and faster, until you were sobbing frantically.

You expected him to get angry at your emotional outburst, but you neither heard the clicking of a gun nor a belt.

Instead, and that was really weird, you felt…

You felt…

You let out a loud, surprised gasp, when he pulled you into a tight embrace. It felt like being struck by lightning or getting hit by a bus.

And waking up in paradise.

He felt warm against you and his perfume was so subtle, yet you caught on it. You felt safe. So safe. It felt amazing. You didn’t want it to end.

Ever.

But after a while, long after your sobs died down, he slowly pulled away.

He didn’t need to say it. You could tell, he wanted you to continue. And so you did. Forcing down a new flash of ashamed tears, you did.

“I needed to think about him when I…”

He nodded in understanding.

“That stopped, fortunately. After a while I forgot about him. I barely ever thought about him again and never again during those moments.”

And then you told him everything. Things about being used, called names, hurt.

Things about things about things which you didn’t understand yourself. Not in the slightest.

But you were forced to think about them, whenever you felt the nervous twitch in your lower body.

Normal things did turn you on.

Or well, the thought of normal things. You couldn’t tell for you hadn’t experienced either.

Neck kissing was good. Oral sex was good. Any way of worshipping your body was good.

But to cross the finish line, you always needed to think about those sick, twisted things. And you didn’t even get the time to properly cross the line, because the shame kicked in faster than you could.

“Is that all?” He finally asked, his expression unreadable and his tone of voice calm.

You nodded.

His lips curved up into a delicious smile.

“I have a proposition for you.”

Hours later, while you sat in your bedroom, digging your nails into your palms in your nervousness, you kept thinking about his words in all your dizziness.

And you got more and more nervous by the second.

He’d be here in a while. And then there would be no way back. If you did this now, then you did it. And nothing could ever change the course of things back to how they were before.

Were they really that much better before? You asked yourself. But again, you forced the stupid-as-hell thoughts away and focused on his words again.

“A proposition?” You had asked in a soft whisper. “What kind of proposition?”

He leaned ever closer to you and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Your first time will be magical.” There was it again. That silken voice, the one that felt like a gentle caress. “I’ll make sure of it. The whole night. Everything is going to be perfect. I’m going to worship you in ways you can’t even imagine. I’ll take care of you. I’ll guide you. I’ll hold your hands. Look into your eyes. I’ll whisper in your ear and I’ll kiss your neck. I promise you, I’ll make you feel better than you ever felt about yourself. I’ll make you happy.”

For whatever reason, that last remark was what got to you the most. Everything sounded incredible obviously (it also sounded far too good, to be honest, but you decided to trust him when he said this), but when he said he’d make you happy, it nearly made you cry again.

Oh, was that a tear? You couldn’t tell, he wiped it away already, all the while you stared at him in stunned silence.

“And?” You heard yourself whisper. “What then?”

His smile didn’t waver. “Your first time will be perfect, my sweet girl, I promise it. I’ll make you feel loved.”

The words were as sweet as they were cruel. If only he had punched you again. Hit your face. Make you lick the floor clean, if it pleased him. But no. He had to say the one thing that tore at your heart like nothing else, the one thing you longed for, the one thing you burned for.

Love.

Hope was such a dangerous thing and especially for you. Which was why you quickly shut your thoughts down and this time for real. You couldn’t afford to have such thoughts and desires.

These were the real twisted desires.

No amount of blindfolds and handcuffs could get close to that.

“Your first time.” He said, his tone growing more serious. “But only the first time. And from then on, I’ll have you any way I want. Whenever I want. Wherever we are. However you feel. You’re sick? I don’t care. You’re in pain? Good. I’m too rough? Finally. You can’t take no more? Shut your fucking mouth and swallow it.”

You knew that something like that would follow. As you already thought before, it had been too good.

And yet, you couldn’t help yourself.

God, you knew it was stupid.

It was crazy.

It was sick.

And yet, and yet, and yet.

“Okay.” You whispered.

“No.” He said firmly. “I want you to think about it. Truly think about it. You can’t just agree, because later on you can’t back out. Do you understand that? I want you to grasp the severity of your agreement. If you do this, you belong to me. More than you already do. Entirely. I’ll be fucking you, sweet girl. I’ll be fucking you for what could be a month, a year or the rest of your life.”

You took a deep breath. Did you even have the chance to say no? What would happen if you did?

And what did the rest of your life mean? A few weeks, months, years? Until he grew tired of you? Or until fate decided it was time for you to go?

All the things wrong with you combined gave way to the worst thing you could ever do.

“It’s a deal."

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Author's note (2): First off, I want to thank each and everyone of you for your support, your kind words and all your messages and generally, anyone who takes the time to read this story! I cannot begin to describe how much this means to me. I'll be honest, I've been writing a lot when I was younger, but at some point in my life I stopped because I got really depressed and the things I enjoyed once suddenly became unbearable and impossible. I felt like I forgot how to write. But this story and all of your kind and sweet support has reminded me that I really, really loved to write once and I still do. So, I'm thanking you. Everyone. Thank you. You gave me back the part of my soul that was missing for a long time. Much, much, much love!

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[thisonehere]

Can you write about yandere MK1 Kuai Liang getting jealous of female reader and Smoke's growing relationship and kidnaps the reader to try to convince her they are meant for each? (Maybe a bonus scene where Tomas goes to save her)����

Yandere!Kuai x Reader

A/n: Oooo that's pretty dark...love it! I never really did a gull on yandere fic so this should be interesting lol

Tags: Request, Drabble, Mk AU, NSFW, Yandere

C/w: things get kinda dark, Kidnapping, light torture, starvation, vomiting, violence, happy(ish) ending

"Please, you have to understand...this is the best for you."

Kuai assured you as he tightened the ropes around your wrists. He had asked you to come into a private room with him, he said it was important, an emergency with Tomas. Before you knew it, he overpowered you and then everything went black. When you awoke your arms were bound to the bedframe in some strange room. You fought desperately at the bindings, maybe almost getting them loose. And then Kuai walked in. "Thank the Elder Gods, you're awake."

At the sight of him, you felt the pounding in your head. You screamed at him in confusion. He shushes you so calmly, as if he didn't attack you. You looked into his eyes and saw a crazed look in it. Like a predator looking down at its helpless prey, ready to pounce.

Kuai had always wanted you. He was so sure you wanted him as well. How couldn't you? He was the only one for you just as you were the only one for him. Even better, he was the best of the brothers. Tomas, though Kuai loved him, was too soft...too broken to be loved. Bi-Han was a prideful hothead. He, in his mind, was the perfect brother. Surely you had to see it. He was loved by so many, regarded with honor and praise by Liu Kang and so many others. He had the love of the people, but he wanted yours as well, all of it. He refused to share it.

The closer you grew together, more of your friends ghosted you, more of your family suddenly stopped seeing you, anyone who so much as tried to flirt with you suddenly went missing, you seemed to be in constant danger and Kuai would always be there to save you, leaving you with no choice but to stay with him. At that point you clung to him that your very life seemed to depend on him.

He was so sure you were all his...then you and Tomas happened. Words cannot describe the fury he developed. He loved Tomas greatly...but you were his, not Tomas's. Kuei can't count how many times he has served in anger watching you two be together. But you didn't know about this for a second, he seems so happy for the both of you. You had no idea that he was in your room watching you and him sleep, that he had been following you to, that he has been taking things like your clothes and even a lock of your hair to smell as he touched himself.

He knew you were never anything official you being with Tomas was like cheating on him, playing in his face as you happily paraded your little affair with his brother like the malevolent whore you were. "My first thought...My first thought was to kill you, I won't lie..." Kuai said as he pet caresses your cheek, a sweet smile on his face. The image of him strangling in you flashes past his eyes, he softly chuckles. "But before that...I think you owe it to me and yourself to give us a chance." His voice was so sweet, so soft, his touch was warm, his smile was kind, he seemed like such a beautiful soul...if only you knew about this devil's true form.

"This is Insanity!" You try to argue "Kuai, I don't-please just let me go, please. I-I promise, I won't tell anyone, please." Kuai just stared at you, perfectly calm as if he expected this. "We belong together, Y/n" he says finally. "I won't release you until you understand that."

"W-What about Tomas!?" Kuai's smile flinched slightly at the mention of his brother. "I know you two have a...bond, but soon you'll forget all about him. You won't think about another man, Im the only one for you after all "

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"Have you seen Y/n?" Concern was heavy in Tomas's voice. He hasn't seen you in days, he is getting really scared now. He spent hours pacing across the floor worrying where you were, he got a little more paper, her stopped eating as much, he even stopped sleeping, he was so scared for you how could he care for such things when you were missing?

"No, I am sorry, brother." Kuai looked at his brother sadly. Hearing this made Tomas's heart sink lower. He began to bite at his nails in nervousness. Where could you be, are you okay? Did he do something that caused you to avoid him? Oh gods, he would do anything to see you. Kuai noticed the dark circle around Tomas's eyes, he laid a hand on his shoulder, his gaze softened. "Don't worry, Tomas, I am certain that Y/n us okay. She has a good reason for all of this, I sure." His smile is a slight comfort, his words put him at a somewhat ease. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing he hopes that your okay.

--

How long has it been? You wonder. The last time you counted was a month and 3 weeks, but wherever Kuai moved you didn't have any windows or any outlet to let you see the outside world. You touched your hollow belly as you rumbled, Kuai hadn't fed you for what felt like a week, the punishment for you trying to escape. You were so tired, so thirsty, so sleep deprived. Kuai left you a thin mattress, a blanket, and a small pillow, but how could you sleep through something like this. You spent most of the time staring at the wall, or what you thought was a wall, the room was so dimly lit that you could barely tell and your eyes were puffy from hours of crying.

You wondered about Tomas, was he thinking about you too. Maybe he thought ghosted him and moved on. No, he was no doubt still wondering about you, probably really sad, Tomas really loved you. And you, perhaps you took it all for granted, you didn't take him seriously enough, maybe. All you knew is that if you ever saw him again, you'd hold him and never let go. You'd rather him than Kuai any day. All this time, you had thought he was the level headed and calm brother, the good one. But being here, after all that Kuai has done to you, it has made you rethink things immensely. Perhaps that is what Kuai wanted, for every to believe that he was the good one. He used Bi-Han's actions, every outburst and every time he snapped and was mean, to make himself look good. At least Bi-Han was blatant about who he truly was and didn't hide, he wasn't a wolf in sheep's clothing like his Kuai.

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted as you hear the door's lock clicking open. The door slowly swings open and light is poured into the room, you haven't seen light in so long that it burned your eyes to see it. It made it even harder to look as Kuai enters, his face is so calm and pleasant looking, it made you sick to see it. He smiles at you warmly and you feel your stomach churn as you try to avoid looking at him. "I have a gift for you, a treat. You have been so good for me that I had to reward you." He held a plate of moon cakes and a glass of milk, something he didn't give you often. He gently lays it next to and stays near it, you had to crawl over and eat it, the chain attached to the collar around your neck made it hard hard to reach it. You mumbled a thanks under your breath but just enough for him to hear you, it was painful to do it, but you were so hungry that you were willing to swallow your pride to swallow even a bit of sustenance.

He smiles as he watches you, "You are most welcome, beloved." You didn't like that word, and you like how he reached out to caress your face. But you didn't fight back, you were too scared to. If you made one wrong move then it would be likely that he'd hurt you. So you just sat there as he looked at you with that sickening smile. "We belong together, Y/n. Tomas is good, but you should be with me. You must feel it like I do. Just give yourself to me and I'll give you a better place to stay, maybe even let you go outside, Fang Jian is so beautiful this time of year. I would love to hold your hand in the sun, make love to you in the fields." The idea of him on top of you, smiling as he pumped into you, oh gods, this was a nightmare. You would sooner let an infected Tarkatan take you here and now than that.

You structure your face to give a demure expression, giving the illusion that you're actually considering such a thing. This is enough for Kuai, he smiles at seeing you seemingly considering it. "Please think about this. Think about us. Tomas loves you...but I adore you." And with that he kisses you softly on the forehead, rising to his feet and leaves. As the door closes, all of the light is that once flooded the room now slinks away back behind the door, leaving in darkness again. You tried to force another bite down, tried not to think about anything. But it fights it way up from your throat, through your mouth, and spills into the floor. You clung tightly to yourself as you begin to sob uncontrollably.

You can't take this anymore, you have to escape...be it in life or by death.

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It has been almost 2 months, where are you!? Tomas barely got any sleep, he got up early in the morning and late in the evening to search for you. He won't stop looking for you, he won't give up on you. Kuai and the so many other members of the clan aid him in his search. It's like you disappeared from the face of the earth. "Did you find anything? Any possible trace where Y/n might be?" Tomas said as he saw Kuai enter the room. Kuai sadly shakes his head appearing guilty ridden at his failure. "No trace of her, I have spoken with Liu Kang, he'll Raiden and Kung Lao in searching." He lied.

Tomas sighed with relief, knowing that Liu Kang and his champions would be siding with him at some ease. They'll surely be a great aid, maybe you'll be found. Though he did feel a bit anxious about himself, this was a being who knowingly sacrificed Tomas's family just to help his keep his timeline "perfect". But he was so worried over you that he couldn't care less who was helping him, just as long as they helped get you back. He looked back into his brother's eyes, hopeful, he couldn't help but notice an upset look on his face. Like he was internally seething about something. "Kuai, are you-"

"I am well, I am just...so worried about Y/n. Anything could be happening to them right now. She could be getting tortured, or alone in a dark and cold cellar, or-" Tomas wanted to listen to his brothers words...but he couldn't help but notice the left side of his face. 4 small cuts decorated it.

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Kuai is going to kill you, you're sure of it. You're so scared, you hugged yourself tightly and you rolled up into a ball. You were too frightened to even think about how empty your stomach was. You swiped at him, marking his face and leaving blood between your fingers. You don't remember why you did it you had blacked out, maybe he tried to force himself onto you, maybe you just snapped and attacked him. All you could remember was Kuai standing over you, a furious look on his face as blood dripped down it. Before you say anything, you felt the back of Kuai's collide with your face, causing you to slam into the ground. He lets out a frustrated sigh.

You tasted the hot, iron blood on your tongue as you tried to regain your barrings. Kuai turned his back from you, his fist clenched, he stormed out of the room and violently slammed the door behind him. Leaving alone in the dark, your heart racing, your eyes leaking with tears.

Now you're here, your face bruised, your body in a tight ball trying to console yourself as you face your possible doom. What does Kuai mean by "convincing"? Oh gods, was he about to murder you in a crime passion, a "if I can't have you no one can" sort of way. It was going to lock you away, somewhere darker, colder, where he would torture you into obedience. Can you imagine it? You left a hollow shell of what you used to be, bent to Kuai's will. No longer you, you're wants now his wants.

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Tomas must've been crazy, surely he was. Surely Kuai didn't do it, surely he didn't kidnap you. He wouldn't, he'd never. The Kuai he knew and loved was an honorable warrior, a good man. He was kind, he was loving, he was his brother. He'd never do such a genius thing...if that was the case then why was he following his brother? He wondered. After he saw those claw marks on his face. He must've been crazy because those fresh claw marks reminded him so much of you. He remembered how he used to spend hours holding your hand, it was the most intimate thing you've done.

Kuai said it was an animal attack, something he acquired while looking for you. Tomas tried to convince himself that that was the case over an dover again. But that didn't stop him from wondering, didn't stop him from following his brother. He kept a good distance, clinging to the shadows, keeping his feet light, and staying invisible for the most part. Where was his brother going? He didn't stop at any shops as he passed through a market place, he passed Madame Bo's, the only thing in this route was a secret safe house that was established years ago.

Why was he going there though? Maybe it was to meet with a possible source that knew of your whereabouts, he hoped. He prayed silently to any god that was listening, practically begged, for that to be the case. But as they near the building, that seems to be less and less of the case. There was no one around, the house was empty. Kuai marched through the house and opened a door to go into the underground level of the building. He didn't seem to aimlessly wander about, he was marching with a purpose.

He flew down the dimly lit hallway to a door at the end. It had multiple locks attached to it, they looked new, freshly bought and couldn't have been there for more than two months. That's how long you've been missing. No...dear gods, please, it can't be. Tomas felt sick to his stomach and felt like he was about to lose his balance. Kuai took a key out of his pocket and unlocked each lock with care. He then would open the door, in a haunting slow manor and then went inside.

The whole world felt like it was going in slow motion as Kuai entered the room and Tomas followed.

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Kuai approached you, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Your vision was blurred thanks to the sting of your tears, you haven't cried this much since you were first taken. You feel a strange thing inside, hollow yet full of grief, empty yet overflowing with tears. You finally looked up to see him, Kuai looked down at you both calm and annoyed. "I don't understand you, Y/n, why do you this game up. Some days you're so warm, things are perfect, other days..." He trails off and angrily shakes his head. "I'm so tired of this Y/n, having to convince you how perfect we are together, how right your hand is in mind, and then you pushing me away. I don't think I can play this anymore."

He reaches out and strokes your cheeks, wiping a tear away, he eyes the mark on your face. A remorseful look spreads across his eyes and he softens, no longer angry at you. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Sometimes I just get frustrated, and sometimes I need to let it out. You made me do it, I love you so much, you make it so difficult to love you this much. If you would just be good then I would never need to do that." He pulled you in close, you cry even harder. "Shhhh, it's okay, Y/n" he comforts you. "I know your sorry, you don't have to say it, I forgive you." His coos gently.

He holds tightly, so tight that it feels like he could crush your ribs if you resisted, all you could do was continue to weep in his arms. The sweet scent you always knew him for now smells so repugnant your nose. At this moment you felt ready to die, ready to take any necessary steps to get away from Kuai. Maybe provoke Kuai into killing you. Tomas would be the last thing you thought of, the last name you cried out as you went.

You missed him so much, you wanted him, you needed him. It was all so bad that you started to imagine him appearing in the doorway, a horrified expression on his face. Oh gods, you missed him so much to the point of hallucination.

"Y/n...Kuai..." At this, you felt Kuai's muscles tense.

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Tomas's feet felt heavy as he stepped forward. "Kuai..." He started, but he didn't know what to say, what would he even say? He stared at his brother, his arms around you as he was faced away from his brother. He looked you in the eyes, the giant bruise on your face as you red eyes spewed tears. If Tomas were to ever go to hell, this is what he'd see.

"Tomas..." Kuai addressed him, his voice unusually cold and distant. He slowly rose to his feet, and he slowly craned his neck around to look at his brother. Kuai face was solemn and knowing, as if he anticipated this happening. A hint of a remorseful shadow looks over his face for a moment before fading back into a stern look. "What is this? What did you do to Y/n?! What is happening." Tomas demanded with a shaking voice. His eyes darted from you to his brother finally resting on Kuia, being sure to look him in the eyes. "You...you were keeping Y/n here, all this time...it was you!" Kuai just nodded silently as he returned Tomas's horrified gaze.

"Why...WHY!!" Tomas's voice vibrated off the walls. Kuai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Tomas, you have to understand, I never meant to-" "Why!?" Tomas interrupted. "Because I love Y/n!" The room fell silent for a second. Tomas's vision was blurred with fresh tears starting to burn down his face. "I love Y/n, I love her in ways that you can never comprehend, Tomas, and seeing you two together...do you have idea how maddening that was? How painful to see the one I love with another?" Kuai himself began to shed a few tears as he stared down his brother, his voice was also getting shaky. Tomas looked at his brother through a new disturbed look. Kuai knew that the day would come where he would have to reveal everything to Tomas, he knew To as wouldn't take it the best. But the look he gave Kuai hurt more than could ever anticipate. All the brother could do was stare other down.

"Kuai, please," Tomas begged as he slowly approached Kuai. "Let Y/n go. Please, I'll let Y/n go too. For her safety we'll both let her be free, away from us, where she can be happy." Kuai's eyes widen as he backs away, being sure to block Tomas's path to you. He shakes his head, "No..." He bellowed, "I want Y/n, I can never let her go. Y/n belongs with me, not you, not anyone else, me."

At that second, you rise up quickly and stab Kuai in the back. While he was embracing you, he didn't notice that you had gently slipped his kunai from his side. Kuai let out a scream as he drugged the blade into his flesh and fell to the ground. For sadistic pleasure, you twisted the blade just a little bit causing him to whine in pain. He looks at you, heartbroken and betrayed. "Y/n..." He moans in pain, the tears fall even heavier. He gives you a longing gaze as he seems to go unconscious, you return his gaze with disgust.

Tomas stared at his brother, nothing could come to his head. The whole world felt like it was frozen again. His brother laid there bleeding out, you stared at him too, a sense of relief seemingly washes over you. "Y/n!" He stammers as he rushes at your side, and he embraces you, "Are you okay?"

His scent, his warmth, everything you've missed so much. "No...I'm not." You thought you missed it at least, but you felt so empty inside, you wanted to be happy so badly, but Kuai took all the joy from you in all those months he spent holding you captive, torturing you with hunger and loneliness. All you wanted right was to hold Tomas tight, cling to something, anything that would bring you some peace. You felt so filthy, so broken, now all you wanted to feel was Tomas's warm flesh as you wept. You honestly hoped Kuai wasn't dead, death was too good for him. After all he put you through, you wanted him to suffer all the more.

You bury your face deeper into his chest as you continued to sob and clung to him desperately. "Everything's going to be okay, I'm going to get you out of here and everything's going to be okay..." He stared at his brother's bloody body, his eyes fixed on Tomas and you embracing, tears continued to fall from his eyes. "Everything's going to be okay..." he repeats to you, his voice shakier as he cries harder.

[benkaben]

Regarding this interview about the portrayal of intimacy in Euthanasia...

I can't say I'm happy with any of it.

Because okay. You don't want the romance to derail from the drama? But still want it to be clear there's a romance there?

Then build it up, genuinely, show the characters grow closer and how they like each other, create moments between them that show the romance happening, not just state it for the audience verbally.

And hey, you don't need NC scenes for that! No, sexual intimacy is not the only thing that "proves" a romance exist.

I mean heck, you could even go all the way around and have all the NC scenes in the world and still present a story where the characters aren't in love with each other, because sex ≠ romance. Absolutely.

But also I'm, really tired™, of this idea that any kind of sex portrayed in media is only going to "taint" the final composition. As If sex and love stories were some dirty stain that automatically made the work lesser: Less serious, less formal, less dramatic.

I don't agree with the idea that you have to sacrifice intimacy in order to be taken seriously. I don't agree with the idea that sex is by default, just fanservice and therefore it's portrayal subtracts automatically from the story.

And don't even get me started on the way this idea is so prevalent specially when it comes to queer media.

I have never, in my life, encounter someone bashing Dark because it contains sex and nudes, I have seen more respect shown for the sex scene in Midsommar than for the explicit kiss of Catra and Adora, and I would argue we have at least a couple of good shows that discuss heavy topics without needing to censor themselves when it comes to CHARACTERS HAVING SEX.

It doesn't have to be One or The Other, and continuing pushing this idea that it has to, either your work becomes un-pure or can't be taken as seriously as you wish, is nothing but purity culture bullshit, and I'm mad, and so, so tired to still be having this discussion all over again

[pipperoo]

finally finished fantasy high junior year and of course my brain had to, against my will, start making an au for the npmd guys. it's so bad that i literally had to doodle some of them

this au is still very much in its infancy and might probably stay there, but i had some ideas for these guys. richie is also included in this au, i'm still working out the kinks for his design

but essentially it would start with the six main characters starting their freshman year at some adventuring academy and after some event, are forced to be in a party together for the rest of the year. they all really don't like each other at the beginning, but eventually grow closer as they uncover the evils that have taken root in hatchetfield (this is just the vague synopsis)

steph is a high elf sorcerer, grace is an aasimar cleric, ruth is a half orc bard, pete is a firbolg wizard, max is a tiefling barbarian, and, honestly, still kinda struggling with what richie would be, for now, he's an air genasi rogue (very much could change) [below are their basic designs, which turned out not too bad]

i'll put more of my idea below the cut, but this au may not be really fleshed out completely anytime soon, gotta a lot of wips with little time on my hands. but check it out if you're interested (and, this is probably a long shot, but if you have ideas for richie, i would love them!! please)

Just to be very clear, this is a DND au, specifically an au of Fantasy High which is a Dimension 20 show that I love very dearly. A lot of the worldbuilding would be heavily based on that world (so I use some terms that are from fantasy high throughout this, but I think it's still very understandable if you haven't watched any of it. But if you don't know a lot about DND, this may not make the most sense) But, I still have Hatchetfield twists and this is mainly my own story I'm coming up with, there's inspirations, but still mostly my own.

I'm, first of all, imagining that Hatchetfield is much like Elmville and exists in Spyre as some modern town. So all kinds of species and magic exist in this world. Most of the people are raised up as adventurers like any DND world.

So, basicially the big bad would be the lords in black. They would operate as gods that are in the same pantheon and pretty much share power with each other. Wiggly would operate as the leader, but they are equal in regards to strength. The one being keeping them in check and preventing them from taking over the world is Webby. They once existed in the same pantheon before Webby left. She and her few remaining followers aim to counter their ploys.

The Lords would give anything to eliminate Webby, but as long as she has followers that remember her name and believe in her, she remains a God. They are constantly trying to hunt down followers of Webby, but they are far too elusive.

But, there still remains a chance for the Lords to stop Webby once and for all and purge the world of her followers. There is a prophecy. (I don't have the exact wording yet) Essentially it claims that one of the Lords' devotees will have a child that is imbued with Webby's powers at birth. On the first blood moon after their fifteenth birthday, the child has the choice to devote themselves to the Lords or be sacrificed in the Lords' names. Either way, the Lords will finally be given the power to strike down Webby for good. With the child, they'll have an edge over Webby that they can capitalize on. The child devoting themselves would be making a warlock pact and sacrificing is sacrificing. Until this child is born, the Lords wait.

The devotees are, of course, the Church of the Starry Children. They are devoted to the entire pantheon. I'm still debating the exact people involved, but the Youngs, the Monroes, and Solomon Lauter are for sure there. They operate in secrecy, also waiting for this child to be born. In the meantime they try to gain higher up positions within the town so they can aid in the taking over the world when it occurs. Solomon is the mayor.

As another avenue for the Lords to gain more power, they gain individual followings. They do this by tricking their followings into believing they are some different god. The heads of these individual churches know who the real god is, but no one else. The corruption runs deep in Hatchetfield.

One of the centerpieces of Hatchetfield is the adventuring academy (place holder name is Blim's Battling Academy) ((Jeff Blim would be the principal)). This is a place that acts as the highschool where young adventurers learn how to succeed in their chosen class.

The character at the heart of the story, that's at the center of it all, is Stephanie Lauter. She is a High Elf, like her father, and she was born as a Divine Soul (chaos affinity) Sorcerer (as the nepo baby she is). She is the child from the prophecy, but does not know about it and doesn't know what her father really does. She's had that white streak in her hair since birth. She is not thrilled to be going to school and being forced to join a party. She has that same rebellious spark from the musical and hates authority just as much. She has some grasp on her abilities, but knows very little of why she was given these powers and from who. Though she won't admit it, she wants more of an understanding and she doesn't often feel worthy of these powers because she did nothing to earn them. She's disliked her father ever since her mother vanished without a trace one day and he refused to tell her what happened. (That was due to some Nibbly stuff)

The next important character is Grace Chasity. She was born as an aasimar to human parents. She was seen as a blessing to them. Her celestial heritage shows through her white hair and white freckles. She was raised in Blinky's pretend church (I still need a name for what Grace believes it to be.) She is a Domain of Order Cleric. She believes that following her deity is the best way to go and has some superiority complex because of it. She does have one secret though, that her parents have always urged her to keep hidden. She is a fallen aasimar which means that her divine energy manifests as a necrotic shroud and through skeletal, flightless wings that appear on her back. (This occurs when they were touched by dark powers in their youth which was Blinky in her case, but Modify Memory was used on her, so she doesn't remember it) She fully believes this darkness is who she is and will do anything to cover that up.

Another character that is pretty fleshed out is Max Jägerman. He is a red tiefling that was born to his human father and tiefling mother. Max also lost his mother to something when he was younger. He is a Path of the Zealot Barbarian. After Max's mom vanished, his father turned mean and distant. The only path to gain his attention was through worshipping his deity (Wiggly). Max himself doesn't have as much understanding or faith in this God, kept in the dark a lot. He only does it to appease his father and that is so strong he gets the same effects as if he was worshipping the deity directly. When he rages he gets a little radiant damage bonus to his attacks. He is still the same asshole from the musical, like he seriously sucks and is a massive bully (honestly, kinda like Ragh before his redemption arc), but he didn't go to middle school with any of the characters. (The plot hinges on the fact that none of them really know each other.) He is, of course, a major player on the blood rush team (this world's version of football)

For the nerdy trio I have less fleshed out ideas, I also want them to have a tie to the cult, but I still need more time to think on it.

Ruth is a Half Orc, born to half orcs (her tusks are kinda supposed to like the head gear she wore, though I might still give her head gear). She's never felt compelled to use her natural given strength and instead finds that her passion points more to theater and learning to be a bard. She still is very anxious, so her Charisma is not the best and therefore she's not a very good bard yet. She is a College of Spirits Bard. She's not the best with persuading others and her connection to spirits further ostracizes her. She doesn't have the best control over the spirits she conjures. Her arc would be about gaining the confidence to be a true bard and to step into her potential. There could be a possible Pokey connection too.

Pete is a firbolg, like the rest of his family. He is a a Chronurgy (time manipulation magic) Wizard (this is from the Explorer's Guide to Wildmount, so Critical Role, but I think I'm still going to go with it because it fits him too well). He has no idea where these time manipulation powers have come from, they're sometimes out of his control. He likes to keep his head down in his studies, to be invisible. He is still reeling from the disappearance of his brother, who vanished without a trace, he also had shown some Chronurgy abilities before he was gone. He sometimes pokes around and look for answers, but nothing has come up yet. He doesn't have a good feeling about it. (Tinky would be Pete's connection).

And for Richie, I still need to think of his basic arc, I really don't know yet. For now, he's an Air Genasi and a Scout Rogue, but that is not set in stone. I think he would definitely be a rogue, but he could be a phantom rogue and have that connection to Ruth with the spirit stuff. Again, would love other opinions!

So, basically the main plot is them having a Bad Kids situation where they all get detention or miss out on choosing a party and they're all forced to be in a party together. There are a lot of contentions in the beginning, but they begin to unfold the mystery of the church of the starry children and the prophecy Steph's in. They get closer as they share their insecurities and help each other grow from them. The ending would be them facing down the cult and stop Steph from playing her role in the prophecy. (The loophole is that Steph has the choice, she's not forced to make a choice. She still has the option to opt out and stop them from gaining her power.) I also have Grace discovering the origins of her religion and choosing to change deities. Right now, she changes domains to the Tempest Domain (basically going from order to the natural chaos of storms because Grace is more unhinged than not and she should be free to have that chaos) Pete finds out where Ted went, Tinky got him, and where his abilities stem from (i think he would eventually switch classes to multiclass artificer, but that would probably happen sometime later). Max faces off with his dad and learns the truth about his deity. Ultimately will stand against him and start the process of finding another source for his rage (most likely Path of the Totem Warrior and choosing the wolf as his totem spirit)

The only ship I currently have is Steph/Grace, from what I set up, it's kinda the obvious choice. They have contentions because Grace is struggling with being a fallen aasimar and Steph, who did nothing for her powers, automatically having this divine energy. Something that was not given to Grace regarding her heritage when all she does is maintain faith. And that hits a sore spot for Steph because she deep down doesn't believe she deserves it either, but has it regardless. She wishes she had the choice for her class, that she wasn't stuck, and hates that Grace had the option and chose that. That's what I have so far (Grace also has those contentions with Max because of his faith and how, despite the fact he's a tielfing and asshole, he's still gifted something radiant, but these two will just be friends) More ships may be added, but who knows

This is what I have so far, I may continue with this and may even write it one day, but not in the near future at all. I want to make each of the storylines more equal, it seems like I have a lot of focus on some but that's only because those ideas came pretty easily first. Steph is the heart, but I want more balance and more plot given to the nerdy trio. Again, if you have an idea for Richie (Please) or any other ideas for this, I'd love to hear it!!! And, thank you for reading it to this point, I ended up having a lot more than I thought!!

[mintartem]

I have an idea what if Adam fell in love with the archangel of death Azrael not Lucifer not Michael instead the odd one out Azrael does not look anything like Lucifer or Michael, and before he died and came back to Eden he never really met him

Azrael x Adam

But now when he got killed by nifty and got reincarnated again, and Eden all over again,

Adam was walking around the forest in Eden gain away from Lilith and Lucifer. Then he looked around in the old place. He used to remember getting déja vu then Adam heard humming he looked around. He walked to the humming he hurt, and there was a man near tree. The tree was a cherry blossom, and the man look like an angel like Michael he was the same height as Michael, but his wings were black for a second. Adam would mistake him as a demon but no, he knows that cloak before and near him was a spear it's Azrael the archangel of death

Adam stopped in ponder what he should do next he never really talked to Azrael in his past life, but knowing that this is his second chance can do whatever the fuck he wants, and knowing Lucifer took Lilith from him honestly he's not gonna fight with those fucking bastards can have each other, but if they can have their forbidden love, so can he

Azrael the archangel of death

Adam stopped in ponder what he should do next he never really talked to Azrael in his past life, but knowing that this is his second chance can do whatever the fuck he wants, and knowing Lucifer took Lilith from him honestly he's not gonna fight with those fucking bastards can have each other, but if they can have their forbidden love, so can he Adam done, pondering he walked closer to the man

Adam: am Hello?

Azrael: ua? Human, I didn't mean to.

Adam: my name is Adam what's your name you don't look like who is for Michael? Are you a new angel

Azrael: no well well sure let's say that I'm Azrael the arcangel of death it's pleasure to meet you

Adam

Adam: the pleasure is all mine Azrael

Anon, your mind is wonderful! Beautiful! Creative! Death x The First Man!

I headcanon that he was the first angel Adam saw when he died. Azrael was the one who picked Adam up and brought him to the gates of Heaven. But that’s the only time they ever interacted.

Back to the ask:

Azrael has pure black wings unlike most angels with colorful or bright wings and has a more demonic appearance unlike most angels will probably give the guy insecurities regarding his appearance.

Now since this Adam was from the og timeline and has memories of his other life, I’m sure he would bond with Azrael in their insecurities about physical appearances. (Adam makes it sound like he’s jealous of Lilith’s and Lucifer’s beauty which is half true in his insecurities.)

I love the fact that you made Adam and Azrael meet in Eden! Eden is a place where no one dies which I think is a great place for Azrael to relax. This guy is the Archangel of Death so he had probably seen a lot of it enough. Since no one/nothing dies in Eden, he can calmly enjoy playing with the animals without worrying about their souls.

It implies that Azrael doesn’t mind interacting with humans since his greeting towards Adam is relaxed and sounds even happy with the company. I, again, love that in this ask.

I like how this ask makes Adam’s goal is to avoid Lucifer and Lilith and just let them have their love story play out , saw this random angel and decided to befriend him.

Oh anon! What if Azrael starts to frequent Eden and Adam starts to look forward to his visits? It started with 1 angel and 1 human just wanting to keep each other company because they were disliked by their peers, grows closer and closer until love forms?

Strangers → friends → lovers is their trope in an absolutely slow burn

Unlike Lucifer who visits Eden because of his curiosity and Michael who probably went there out of duty (told to check on the humans, look for Lucifer, etc.), Azrael visits to relax and gained a friend along the way!

“Azrael is the odd one out” Yes! Yes! YES!! I can always see Azrael to be the odd one out! He gives me “mysterious quiet kid” vibe. He always has a somber mood to him which fits his domain. He wears nothing but pure black robes and yet when you get to know him, he has such a kind and gentle soul and is so calm and relaxed and laid back and just enjoys his time.

Azrael has seen death. Azrael is DEATH. He has known long ago how valuable life is. Seeing Adam treasure and have fun with his life makes Azrael smile!

Anon, I love you and how you made the creative gears in my head move even faster! 💖💙 I got to organize my thoughts! Send more Azrael x Adam!

[myseungsunglove]

The Mystery of You | Bc

Pairing: Chan  x Reader 

Warnings: language, mildly suggestive

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Chan and the reader really start to get to know each other over the course of the six days that span the time from their first connection to their fated meeting in LA. The reader also gets introduced to two other members of Stray Kids and starts to form a bond with them as well. Tensions between the reader and Chan are growing as the impending meeting at KCon approaches closer. 

A/N: Part 2. For The Master of Flirting - It’s important to note that I will take into account Korean Standard time, I will be writing this part where all of the events take place during Central Standard Time. Also, this one really got away from me, but I really wanted to build that bond between Chan and the reader and create some tension before they meet in LA. Part 3 is gonna be a DOOZY so prepare yourselves, babes!  I hope you guys like this one. It took me a lot to get the details all ironed out but it felt necessary. Next stop, LA!

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Sunday, August 13th

Chan called back as promised to let you know the details of your trip. He had literally taken care of everything. Your flight was due to land in LA Saturday at 12:00 pm. It was a pretty quick flight, only three and a half hours. Your hotel room had been booked and would be right down the hall from the boys. Chan told you that your room would be right next to his. He had your backstage clearance for KCon. You were going to get to stick close to the boys while they prepared and then be escorted out to a prime spot in the audience for the performance itself on Sunday night. You couldn’t believe all of this was happening. You had the time off for work which with their KCon performance falling on a Sunday, you wouldn’t need to take any time from the week before. You had taken the entire week after off, just as a safeguard. 

After the details of the trip were solidified, you convinced Chan to get some rest. It was getting late for him. You figured he wouldn’t actually go right to sleep, but you didn’t want to be the reason he wasn’t rested. He could make his own choices outside of that. He knew his body and his needs. 

Monday, August 14th

The morning of Monday, August 14th, things spiraled even more in this whole bizarre occurrence that you were still wrapping your head around. Chan had introduced you to both Han and Seungmin. The amount of time that you talked about Han and Seungmin to Chan when you guys really started talking on Sunday night after Chan got some rest was a little embarrassing. You had admitted to him that the three of them, him, Han, and Seungmin had been your first biases, and he asked you just about every question he could think about regarding that. 

Chan thought the idea of a bias was intriguing and to hear about what it meant to you really fascinated him.You explained to him that for you, having a Stray Kids bias was never about a physical attraction, but rather a soul connection, at least on your part. You had been drawn to Han immediately through exposure to the Maniac performances popping up on your FYP. He was what got you into picking a few more Stray Kids songs. Maniac was your first love and Han’s performances of that song had just blown you away. The more you listened, Chan’s vocals in the background of the chorus had sent you into orbit. You didn’t know who these guys were at the time, but you were weak for their voices. You wouldn’t say at the time you biased Han or Chan because you honestly had no clue what a bias was then and really outside of their musical talent in that one song, you knew nothing about them. More was needed for a soul connection. That connection had only come once you actually started learning more about the group as a whole. Chan and Han were immediately your favorites and it wasn’t long before Seungmin and his heavenly vocals had snaked their way into your heart as well. 

Chan had shared your first singing video shortly after this conversation of biases with both Seungmin and Han because he thought it was really something special the way you had explained what having a bias meant for you. It had resulted in the two of them messaging you separately almost immediately after he told you he showed them. Chan had shared your number with both boys unbeknownst to you.

Monday, August 14 - 9:00 AM CST

Seungmin: First of all, it must be said that you absolutely don’t suck so never say that again. Second of all, Hello, I’m Seungmin of Stray Kids, and I think your voice is incredible. 

Han: As soon as we get a moment in LA, we’re gonna sit down and record some tracks. You’re so fucking talented, and if I don’t sample your voice, I may die. So now you can’t say no. Also, hi I’m Han. 

These messages had both appeared moments from each other and you just sat and stared at your phone, absolutely dumbfounded. There was no way this was your life. You had started a conversation with both men, and it was like you had been friends with them for years. You had messaged with them and even talked on the phone with each of them a time or two over the next few days. The soul connection you had felt with these three once you had really gotten to know them when learning about Stray kids had proven to be more correct than you imagined once you really started talking to them and actually connecting. They say you pick your biases because you are like them in some way, and the more you talked with these three, the more you saw that you had a little bit of each of them in you. 

However, the connection with Chan was deeper than with the other two. You were so much like Han and Seungmin in different ways so the conversations with them flowed easily mostly about music, but some about your interests and hobbies. But you were different enough from Chan that it’s like there was a tether connecting the two of you. A magnet drawing the two of you closer, both of you seeking the other out without even thinking twice about it. Endless topics of conversation flowing between the two of you as you got to know each other. You talked about everything from your pets to what you’d be doing with your life if you had been born in another time. 

Eventually the topic of the second song you found of Stray Kids came up. This was the song that would eventually lead you to want to learn more about the group, so Chan had to know more about which one it was and why. The second song you were obsessed with was “Red Lights”. Chan really perked up at that, but when you told him you still had no idea who anyone in the group was at the time that you started listening to it, but you just really vibed with the song and that one voice in particular made your knees go weak. It’s when Chan had really got on your radar and had driven you to eventually start learning about the group. He had definitely asked more questions about wanting to know who had driven you to find out more about stray kids.

Monday, August 14 11:00 PM CST

Bang Chan: One voice in particular, yeah? Mine or Hyunjin’s? 

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice even though you were messaging. He knew from previous conversations that you were absolutely in love with his voice, but there was a part of him that needed to hear you pick him over Hyunjin. You knew that wasn’t something that happened very often for him. 

Y/N: *video sent* 

In the video, you had set up the camera so that you were sitting on the corner of your bed, your fairy lights illuminating the background behind you in a soft, deep crimson. One knee was pulled up close to your chest, your right elbow perched on it as you looked into the camera and began singing. 

I cannot breathe without you being right by side, I’ll die

So can you please come over closer 

Hold me tight, right now

You had run your hands through your hair, looking a little desperate as you sang the first line. You knew exactly what you were doing and you felt daring and empowered. 

Don’t show that to Han and Seungmin. That one is just for you.

Bang Chan: shit. 

Then there was radio silence for several minutes. It was long enough to make you really nervous, allowing your bravado to slip. As you were about to start sending a string of apologies about crossing a line you both weren’t ready for, you notice Chan typing in the chat again. 

Bang Chan: You are seriously one of the most talented women I’ve ever heard in my life. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Damn. And fucking sexy as hell. 

You stared at the screen. Bang fucking Chan had just called you sexy. 

Bang Chan: Shit. I gotta go, darling. Busy day preparing to leave for Japan. I’ll call you tonight, yeah? Say, 11 pm KST? So 9:00 am Tuesday for you? I should be settled in Fukuoka by then. 

Y/N: Just gonna abandon me after saying that? 

Bang Chan: God. I know. Trust me, I’ll be lucky if I can focus all day. Plenty to dream about on the plane. 

Y/N: Good. Cause now I have to try to go to sleep with the thought that Christopher fucking Bang told me I was quote “fucking sexy as hell.” Also, I can’t believe Bang Chan just said he’s gonna dream about me on the plane. What is this life? 

Bang Chan: Ope. Using the full government name. *giggles* of course I’m going to dream of you. Have you seen you? Damn. But, I gotta go. Byeom, darling. 

Before you fell asleep you had received a message from Seungmin. 

Seungmin: I don’t know what you sent Channie Hyung, but he has now watched it an embarrassing amount of times, quickly puts it away when anyone tries to look over his shoulder, and is constantly beaming. You’ve got this old man whipped and he hasn’t even laid eyes on you in person yet. We’re in so much trouble when that happens. 

Seungmin: Also, Han and I have been working on what we want to sit down and record with you while we’re in LA. I’m so excited to share this with you! 

Y/N: And you’ll never know what I sent Chan. ;p Now keep those little puppy eyes to yourself, eh? ANYWAY, I’m so excited to get to sit down with you and Han and record. Like, I still can’t believe this is my life. 

Seungmin: First, eww. Second, leave my puppy eyes out of this. Third, it is your life, you deserve it from what I can tell so accept it and embrace, woman. 

Tuesday, August 15, 2023 6:00 AM CST

Han: I’m pretty sure I heard Channie Hyung mumbling your name in sleep on the plane. What kind of spell have you put on our leader? Also, I hope Seungmin told you about our plans because we are both so stoked. We’re having a hard time focusing on the stage we’re about to show in Japan. We’ll get in the headspace and I hope you love our stages. I know STAYS will end up sharing that shit far and wide, so you’ll have to tell me what you think! 

Y/N: I swear, you and Seungmin are both menace’s to society. Haven’t you ever heard of privacy? Hahaha And yes, Seungmin shared about your plans. I’m beyond excited. I hope your guys concert prep and concerts are a raging success, Hannie. You’re an absolute rockstar, no matter what so I have faith you’ll kill whatever you're putting on stage.

Han: What do you know? Just know that I’m eyeing you suspiciously. Did Chan tell you something? Seungmin and I are a dream team. You’re lucky to be the target of our attention and torture. It means we love you. 

Y/N: I don’t know a damn thing. Just look forward to getting to see whatever it is you’re hinting at. Also, aww what a twisted way to show you love someone. How cute. 

Han: You’re a mess, you know that? Take the love. Embrace it. Roll around in it. It’s not going away. Speaking of going away, I got shit to do even though it’s already like 8 pm. I’ll yell at you later, bro.

Y/N: Okay bro. Don’t forget to eat and drink and maybe sleep some in there too. 

Han: Okay, now you sound like Chan. BYE! 

Tuesday, August 15, 2023 9:00 AM CST

“Heya!” you chirped as you answered the phone. You were never this peppy in the morning, but since it was Bang Chan you had been up and around for hours anticipating another conversation on the phone with him. 

“Hey, darlin,” he said. He sounded as though he had an exhausting day. “Are you one of those crazy morning people?” He questioned seriously.

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh hell no. I’ve just been up for hours because I had too much on my mind. And Han was texting me early this morning. I sleep like a degenerate, so we have that in common,” you teased.

“Hey,” he protested. 

“Come on, you know I’m right.I don’t know you that well yet, but I definitely know that.”

“It’s not fair because I still feel like I know so little about you,” he whined. You heard him plop back on his bed or onto a couch, you weren’t sure which. 

“To be fair, my every move isn’t all over YouTube for the whole world to see,” you countered. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

He sighed. “Honestly I kind of forget that all exists sometimes. I just try to focus on what’s in front of me. If I let that stuff get to be too bad, I lose track of my goals. I’ve been there before and I had to learn that the hard way,” he admitted. 

“Hmmm,” you responded, encouraging him to continue if he wanted. “Yeah, I can only imagine.”

“We’ll get to that depressing story another day, I want to talk about you,” he continued. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that video for a second today, by the way,” he confessed. 

“Yeah?” you asked. “I have it on pretty good authority that you maybe watched that video a couple dozen times,” you laughed. 

“Hell yeah,” he chuckled. “Wait, fucking Seungmin. I may have watched it several times back again and messed with putting your vocals into the track. Maybe,” he chuckled shyly. 

“Wow,” you whispered. “I don’t know what to say.” And you didn’t. You were at a loss for words with how obsessed with your voice he and the other two seemed to be. 

“You don’t have to say anything. Just don’t refute the compliment,” he said matter of factly. 

“Yes sir,” you smirked. You didn’t know how he would react to that, but you took the chance anyway. 

He cleared his throat and you heard him inhale deeply. “God, don’t start something we can’t finish, y/n,” he practically begged.

“And what would that be, Christopher?” you asked innocently.

He huffed again. “Baby girl, you talk like that and I’m gonna say things that I’d much rather say in person for the first time,” he admitted. 

You swallowed hard, a blush creeping up your neck. 

“Oh,” you let out. That answer had caught you by surprise. “I’ll behave,” you promised. “Scout’s honor.”

He chuckled at that. “You’re really gonna be the death of me. Tell me about your family and where you grew up,” he asked. “Distract me, but also, I want to know.” 

You proceeded to talk about where you grew up, what life was like growing up in the states, and learned that a lot of your raising wasn’t all that different from Chan’s despite being raised on the other side of the world. You looked at the clock and realized it was nearing noon.

“Whoa, Chan it’s late for you,” you said after you had stopped laughing about a story he had told you about him and his siblings when they were younger. 

“Eh, I’ve done much worse,” he said dismissively. “Hell this is early,” he added. 

“You have a concert tomorrow,” you said. “Don’t work too hard. I know you know your boundaries.”

“Thanks darlin’.”

“Of course, Channie.” 

“I like that coming from you,” he confessed, a shy chuckle emitting from him. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that this shy guy was the same one who was flirting with you earlier and talking about not finishing what you started. 

“I should probably go, anywway. Do something other than talk for hours to this cute guy I just met.”

“Oh, you should tell me about him next time,” Chan laughed. “Sounds interesting. 

“Shut up,” you laughed. “Talk later, yeah?”

“God, you’re already starting to sound like me,” Chan groaned. 

“To be fair, I’ve always sounded like this. I’m a midwesterner,” you joked.

“Whatever that means,” Chan teased like you hadn’t spent the better part of thirty minutes explaining to him what it was like living in the midwestern United States. 

“Eh, watch it.” 

“Go be productive, y/n,” he quipped.

“Ugh fine!” you relented. “Talk later.”

“G’day, darling.” 

“G’night, Channie.”

The next two days proved to be busy for the both of you, neither of you really getting the opportunity to talk on the phone long. You had text back and forth often, sometimes sending voice messages and videos, but neither of you had long enough to have an actual conversation. 

In the time that you had not had to talk with Chan, Han had been blowing up your phone with lyrics that he had written for you that he wanted you to record. He has even sent you a guide track. It was a beautiful piece that he and Seungmin had been working on together since Sunday in between their busy schedules. 

Wednesday, August 16 3:00 AM CST

Bang Chan: Okay, I know I’m about to go onstage for the first night in Fukuoka, but I had to tell you for the hundredth time I can’t wait until Saturday. I’m about as giddy as a school girl. You can ask any of the guys. I’m a fucking mess. hahahaha I’m sure you’re sleeping like a good girl. 

Y/N: Yah, focus on your performance. You’ve gotta blow away a bunch of STAYS with your charm and charisma, you can rizz me up AFTER the concert, eh? ;) and also, think again. If you’ve learned anything about me, I’m anything but good. ;)

Bang Chan: I’m running away now. I only have about an hour and I have shit to do before going on. Talk soon, darling. Oh and please don’t message Han or Seungmin. *runs away and hides*

Group Chat with Han & Seungmin

Seungmin: He’s red as a beat again. 

Han: I like when you talk to Chan, he becomes so much nicer. I can get away with so much more. Keep talking, I gotta go cause some chaos while I have the chance. 

Y/N: Don’t you dare, Han Jisung. You need to be focused on your performance too! What am, gonna become the resident mom of Stray Kids? Damn! 

Seungmin: eww, no. Not that. Anything but that. 

Y/N: Then go kick ass at this concert and stop bugging Chan! And hell, me too you little shits. 

Seungmin: Truce. 

Han: Truce. 

Y/N: Good. Now, get out there show those JStays what you’ve got. I’m so jealous, by the way. 

Seungmin: We’re both gonna make sure you get some specific footage from the concert tonight. You just can’t share it with anyone. 

Han: ooooo secret secrets are so amazing. 

Y/N: Damn, my life was really boring before Sunday. 

Seungmin: you’re welcome.

Han: Glad to be of service. *runs off and grabs electric guitar that won’t be used at all for the concert tonight* 

Y/N: Electric Guitar?!?!? Han Jisung you come back here. Are you play THE GUITAR IN JAPAN?! 

You didn’t hear back from either man until after the concert. Yes, Han had played the electric guitar on stage, and when he sent you a video that their manager himself had recorded for you, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. He also sent you Seungmin’s performance and then teased you about Chan’s saying that it was a conversation you’d have to have with him. He didn’t promise you anything from Chan. Han Jisung was an absolute menace, but man were you glad that you could say he was a part of your life now. It still didn’t feel real. 

Chan had sent you his performance as well. He’d called you immediately after the concertn on Thursday and there was a lot of flirty banter going on between you on that night. He teased you about how much he knew you were probably dying at his video and you sent him a video of you singing “Connected” that shut him right on up. You had recorded it Wednesday night randomly knowing it would probably come in handy as a good weapon against Chan. You weren’t wrong. 

“God damn, baby girl. Using my own song against me. Shit,” he breathed out. You could tell he was trying to hold himself together. 

“I’ve got plenty of weapons in my arsenal, babe. Don’t test me. If you do, better be ready for a fight,” you warned. 

“Oh I’m more than fucking ready,” he growled. 

“Sounds like someone needs to follow the advice of their own song,” you teased. “You know the part, “Diamond plated tension. Two minds, one direction. Craving the connection. Patience, babe.” you sang. 

He went onto sing the next line, his voice laced with desire that was unmistakable. 

“We’re pulling at each other like magnets. The rules are telling us to ignore them.Your moves they’re asking me for attention. Oh I’m losing it,” he sang back. 

“I swear to god, Saturday can’t get here quick enough, Chan,” you huffed, the heat rising on your skin. 

“Trust me, baby girl, I know. And on that note, I know this conversation wasn’t long enough, but I’ve gotta go,” he said. You could hear the anguish in his voice. 

“Man, okay. No yeah, I understand. I forget you’re an actual star sometimes,” you admitted. 

“I wish I could forget sometimes,” he mumbled. 

You chose to let it slide, knowing you didn’t have time to unpack that heavy statement at the moment. 

“We’re flying out early Friday and we’ll be in Korea for like no time at all before we are back on a plane to LA and then it’s time to see you,” he added. 

“Saturday can’t come quick enough,” you agreed. 

“It really can’t,” he echoed. “Alright, have a good rest of your Thursday, darlin’. I’ll text you when we’re heading to the airport. We’ll talk Friday about the details for Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Talk later.” 

“G’day darlin’” Chan said, his smile evident even though you couldn’t see his face. 

“G’night, babe,” you said and ended the all too short call. 

Just one day separated you from meeting this man and your heart was racing at the thought. You had no real idea what to expect, but you knew it was going to be a whirlwind the second you landed in LA. Sleep evaded you for a while as the prospect of meeting Chan and Stray Kids clouded your every thought. 

< Pt: 1 The Master of Flirting | Pt. 3 The Art of Meeting >

[jedimandalorian]

Fifth Letter to the Church of Ezrabine at Tumblr:

Behold! Today I will share with you my findings from another of the ancient sacred texts, the book Star Wars Rebels: A New Hero by Pablo Hidalgo.

The book is written from the point of view of our hero, Ezra Bridger, a fourteen year old Force sensitive street rat from the planet Lothal.

In his own words, Ezra Bridger tells us (and tries not to admit to himself) his first impression of and his own true feelings for Sabine Wren:

“Sabine is the weapons expert of the team. She’s a real know-it-all and not afraid to show it. She’s an artist, and that’s someone you don’t meet every day on Lothal. She’s really talented, too. It’s like the Empire wants to paint over everything with its boring shades of gray, black, and white. Sabine puts the color back. I think TIE fighters look a lot better after one of her paint bombs has gone off. Yeah, I guess you can say I really admire her. That is, I admire her work. Let’s be clear: she’s gifted. I mean anyone with a good eye would say so, right? I have no idea what she thinks of me. Not that I care…”

“She’s a real know-it-all and not afraid to show it.”—Ezra Bridger, about Sabine Wren.

You know who else thought this way as a young boy with regards to a girl he liked and eventually fell in love with? Ron Weasley.

I am talking about Ron Weasley, who had a crush on, fell in love with, and later married Hermione Granger. This is a scene from when Ron and Hermione were around 13-14 years old in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban:

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Hermione went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?"

(Weasley got detention for telling off Snape on Hermione’s behalf. Sadly, the film version did not get this scene correct.)

“Yeah, I guess you could say I really admire her” is an admission of truth.

“That is, I admire her work” is Ezra trying to convince himself that this is all he admires about Sabine. 😉

“I have no idea what she thinks of me” is also true.

But that “not that I care” is Ezra deceiving himself. He does care, and he will continue to care more and more as they grow up together and grow closer to each other until Sabine becomes the person he cares about the most in the universe.

In Ahsoka Season 1, even after years of being apart, Ezra still admires Sabine and still has strong feelings for her.

“I missed you.” Eman Esfandi delivered that line in a hoarse heartfelt whisper as if Ezra wants to say “I love you” to Sabine. I am looking forward to when he finally does tell her.

The story of Sabine and Ezra is far from over. The Ahsoka series is just introducing adult Ezra, Sabine, and their complicated relationship to the live action audience.

Their song is not yet written. I will ship them until it is, and forevermore.

I have spoken.

[captmickey]

Going through my old drafts, this was ah... the fic idea regarding Guybrush's whole dead hand thing and I have no idea where to go further with this. It feels like a solid enough one-shot.

So here ya go.

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As long as he kept moving, he could push away that tingling numbing feeling that coursed up and down his arm. 

That’s what he figured when he stared at his ‘unconscious’ hand in the galley, trying to move his fingers to bend fully. It was funny, up until now, he never really thought of his limbs and the sensation it had. A burn, a cut, a prod, sure, he would be able to feel that with absolute clarity and then go about his day, paying little to no mind over it. But ever since he washed up on Flotsam, something felt… different. 

That is, he hardly felt anything. It was as though all sensation from the tip of his fingers to the base of his wrist was distant. Faint. 

It was only in thanks to the Marquis that Guybrush was able to find out that grog returned control of his hand to him, though at a very painful and punishing price when it ‘woke up’. But that wasn’t what had him worry… rather, it was something about what the supposed doctor had said that lingered in the back of his mind: dead tissues. 

His hand was dead. 

It was dead and being revived by some outside force that he knew was none other than LeChuck. 

He frowned and flexed his fingers once more, feeling that tingling sensation at the tips again. His hand can’t be dead. Possessed, sure, he’d begrudgingly concede to that, but dead? Wouldn’t the appendages begin to fall off? Shouldn’t he not feel his hand at all? He shuddered at the thought and shook his head.

Guybrush looked at his uninfected right hand and flexed those fingers, feeling the warmth and pull of the muscle as he tightened it into a fist. With his left, he tried once more and felt nearly nothing. He could see the fingers curl, see the faint whites of his knuckles as he balled his hand, but he felt nothing. He stood a bit straighter and began opening and closing both his hands, trying to feel but his chest tightened when on one hand he could feel his nails pressing into his skin and the other… a tingling numbness.

A tingling numbness that, as he paid more attention, was creeping up past his wrist. He pushed the sleeve of his coat up and spotted the rotten green tone crawling up his arm. Pushing the sleeve on the other, it remained that tanned pink he was used to, feeling the soft warmth of the coat being moved while the other was, once more, nothing.

“That can’t be good…” he muttered.

The numbing feeling shouldn’t be a concern. He thought. As long as he still had control of his hand, still had movements (as limited as they are) to grab things, then that’s all that mattered. Once he finds the sponge, this will all be a distant memory.

It was just the pox. That’s all. 

And he just needed to keep moving to not feel how his body was slowly growing numb to each tissue that was decaying. 

—

He felt cold. 

Guybrush shook slightly as they sailed away from Spinner Cay to follow the Sea Beasties, trying to smile and claim it was nothing more than the Caribbean’s unpredictable weather for his shivers.

Winslow, however, referred to it as a fever when he placed a hand on his forehead and frowned at the visible beads of sweat. 

But Guybrush let out a sigh of relief from feeling cold. Because feeling cold was better than nothing, he thought. Nothing that was now being well past his elbow and now closer to his bicep after he had stopped moving and was forced to sit still on the ship. A small part of him wondered if he should have asked Elaine about it once he saw her infected as well with the Pox. Was her limbs also failing her?

Probably not, he answered himself. Between the two of them, he always tended to have the worst luck.

Like dying limbs. 

The slight tingle returned and he rubbed his arm, hoping that maybe it was the chill… hoping desperately that it was the chill. Because that would mean he’s legitimately feeling something and nothing else was dying. 

He looked over at Winslow, spotting the first mate humming slightly to himself as he continued to steer after helping inject Guybrush’s hand with some more grog. 

—

His body instinctively tensed as he winced and gripped his arm, feeling that annoying tingle that meant another small part of him had perished. He tried balling his infected hand out of habit, to try and tense the muscles in a truly pathetic attempt to ease the pain but found it impossible. 

Right. Dead hand. Remember, Threepwood? 

Another tense tingle and Guybrush just gritted his teeth and curled himself up. This sucked. This was hell. He hated every single second of this feeling. Maybe he needed water, he thought. Something about dehydration when sick or whatever, he truly couldn’t put a proper pin on why, but water seemed to be the best bet. 

And moving would make that tingling feeling go away. He needed to keep moving, to keep that feeling as far away as possible. He was laying on this bed and that allowed the feeling to be present and he could not allow that.

Taking in a few breaths and waiting for that numb feeling to be predominant once more, Guybrush pushed with his left, only to slip from the lack of a support and slam harshly to the wooden floor of the captain’s quarters, yelling out a cursed cry as he gripped his arm as it radiated up and down with that feeling in full force. He stared at it, ready to practically bite his hand for any semblance of feeling when he noticed the most painful reminder.

There was nothing there.

Just a stump. A grotesquely green, bandaged stump. And placed on the nightstand was the gleaming hook.

Oh. Right. That terrible luck of his that had a Bounty Hunter chop the infected hand and run off like a bloody bandit into the sunset.

And admittedly, he had hoped that with Morgan taking his hand off, he’d feel his arm again. But there was nothing.

Just more aches and a missing hand.

“God… dammit….!” He yelled, hearing faintly the sounds of rushing footsteps.

The door swung open with Van Winslow standing at the door post, panting just slightly from his impromptu spring. He looked around the room, clearly searching for any signs of danger when his eyes landed onto Guybrush and he let out a small startled gasp.

“Captain?”

“What?!”

Guybrush could feel that scorching anger flickering his chest, ready to lash out at the portly crewmate when he caught a glimpse of himself in the make-shift mirror, seeing the telltale signs of the Pox’s burning red eyes on him. He let out a startled gasp and blinked, seeing his familiar blue return. 

And with it, that numb feeling completely took over his left arm.

He pulled his knees to his chest, covering his face with his only hand. He took deep shaky breaths, feeling the onslaught of what might be tears prickling the corner of his eyes as he hoped that maybe, perhaps, Winslow would leave.

Let him retain some dignity. 

There were a few things about this that Guybrush hated. One, was this infernal Pox, that was number one. Two, was the fact that he was beginning to slowly feel himself slip away with each angry outburst. And three, that someone other than Elaine was seeing him at his most vulnerable.

“Sir…?” Winslow called out slowly.

“I’m fine…” Guybrush answered, his hand still covering his face in a poor attempt to hide how much it hurt physically and emotionally, “just slipped. I’m… I’m clumsy. That’s all.”

“Hm.” 

There was a momentary pause before Winslow walked over and sounded to have picked something up before he sat next to him. His arm might be numb, but he did faintly feel the first mate’s weight against him.

“Would you like your hook back on?” Winslow asked.

“No.” A pause. “Yes.”

The first mate lifted his arm and began to gently work at putting back Guybrush’s prosthetic hand. It was convenient in battle and solving puzzles, but an absolute health hazard when taking naps. There was too much of a chance of accidentally stabbing himself as he found out by accidentally scratching himself. 

His eyes still stung, but he lowered his hand to watch Winslow work and forced himself to act relaxed when all he wanted to do was curl up. 

“You ah… you’re good at this.” Guybrush said, not sure where he was going with this.

“I did mention to you that I had a brief stint as a medic out at sea.” Winslow reminded him.

“Oh. Right, you did. Um… right, must’ve slipped my mind.” Guybrush cleared his throat, looking away for a moment.

“Like how you slipped off of the bed.”

He should be livid, but it was a comment he cartwheeled into and Guybrush let out a scoff. 

“Yup. Not wrong there.”

Winslow, however, chuckled and finished placing the hook on. “And that should do it. How does it feel?”

Like nothing. Absolutely numbingly nothing.

“Fine.” He rotated the hook a bit, a small sigh escaped as he felt he had control. He supposed having control was good to still have, irregardless of the lack of sensation. “Thanks.”

“Do… you wish to talk about?” He then asked.

“Huh? Talk about what?”

Guybrush saw Winslow’s eyes looking at the green forearm and frowning. 

“Does it hurt?” He asked. “That is, if I’m not stepping out of line from asking.”

“No… to the uh, the line thing.” Guybrush stared at his arm and poked it, frowning himself at the numb feeling. Though the forearm had been numb for quite some time now. “I don’t know how it feels. Uncomfortable? Like when your foot falls asleep and you get that tingling feeling. It feels like that.”

“That’s all?”

“...no.” Guybrush sighed and lowered his arm, letting one leg slip away from him. “It… I don’t feel the infected parts anymore. It’s like, I know it’s there… well, some of it anyways, I can faintly feel some things, but it’s so faint I might as well not feel anything.” 

“Oh.” Winslow frowned. “That’s… terrifying.”

“Not as terrifying as how the Marquis described it.”

Winslow tilted his head. “How did he describe it?”

“He said it’s… dead. At least, my hand was. And the feeling that was once just exclusively my hand went up.”

“I’m sorry… you said your hand is dead?”

“As is my arm, probably. But I can still use it. See?” Guybrush moved his arm to showcase it, putting that lopsided smile of his on. “Counting blessings and all that.”

Winslow shook his head. “How on Earth is your arm dead?”

The smile slowly slipped away and Guybrush could only give a meek shrug. “Pox of LeChuck. Whole reason we’re after the sea creatures, remember?”

“Oh... Oh!” The first mate’s eyes lit up in realization and he nodded. “That’s why we’re…! Ooh, that makes plenty of sense now.”

“You didn’t know any of this, and yet you insisted on being my crewmate.” Guybrush scoffed.

“Well, clearly I made the right call.” Winslow crossed his arms.

“Come again?” Guybrush blinked.

“If your body is slowly going through entropy, you’ll need someone to, potentially, be your hands. Such as picking up things, helping steer the ship…”

“Point at maps?” Guybrush smiled. 

“Exactly.” Winslow smirked. “Though you do a much better job than I.” 

Guybrush let out a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t understand that.”

“You have a certain presence when you point at a map.”

“Van Winslow, all I do is point, I don’t, like, do a dramatic pose, and it’s with–” he hissed and gripped his arm, curling up as he dug his fingers into the arm when he felt a pair of hands hold him firmly, yet gently. 

“Follow my instructions - breathe through the nose…” Winslow began instructing.

He could hardly focus and he could feel the bubble of anger from the pox brewing… but he did as such.

“Good. Hold it.”

Not an issue with his lung capacity. He held his breath for a few seconds before hearing the instructions to exhale slowly through the mouth.

“Well done, sir.” Winslow said. “Again… inhale…”

He inhaled once more, held, and slowly exhaled. The muscles slowly relaxing with each deep breath he took. After a few breaths, the pain passed and he felt himself leaning against the first mate… embarrassed slightly at dropping his front.

“Sorry…” Guybrush apologized. “Not exactly the best look for a captain…”

“Nonsense.” Winslow rubbed his good arm. “I may have only known you for a little while, but I meant what I said about you as a captain. And I stand by it even now.”

Maybe it was his body slowly dying, maybe it was the relief of not having a mask on and feeling even slightly safe, but he felt slight exhaustion creeping on him and he smiled, taking a breath. “Remind me, when all of this is said and done, that I buy you a drink… it’s the least I can do considering I’m flat broke and I have no idea how to repay you.”

Winslow laughed. “Very well, but I get to pick the bar.”

“Heh. Deal.”

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Hiii, so… Do you have any theories about the characters' childhoods? 🤣 I know this is a bit of a strange question but let me explain:

I really believe in that speech that says: "everything starts in childhood." and depending of several factors, it shapes our personality. I somehow believe that Mario came from an almost totally unstable home (emotionally or maybe even financially), I can't explain why I think this but I simply do. I also believe that during his childhood, Daniel took on the role of father to his own sisters in some way, or a very protective figure (which he actually is). You can see that he almost always tries to please his sisters (except when it comes to Armando lol), he brings candy to Marcela, listens to her attentively, protects her... And when he is with Maria Beatriz (even though he doesn't really like going out with her), when he does go out, he does everything she wants. Have you noticed that she can easily convince him? It's just a detail that I noticed.

If you have any theories, can you please share them with us? It can be just about the main characters like Armando, Betty, Marcela, Hugo, Patricia, Mario, Daniel... Would be very interesting!!!

Hiii!!

I totally agree with you. I'm also of the belief that everything starts in childhood! So I have a few hc reagrding all their lives. Some of these I've mentioned them before, tho!

I will forever prefer the idea that the Valencias' parents died when their kids were still young, because it makes sense for them

Marcela and Daniel, as the two older, remember their parents the most

Marcela, as a daddy's girl, was his the hardest and probably took refuge mainly in Armando, leading to that dependency later on

I totally agree that Daniel unconsciously probs took the father's role, although I also think that it'sexactly because he was so young and so mentally unprepared for it why he's a bit emotionally stunted and detached. He loves his sisters, but it's also stated that he rarely ever contacts them, and probably doesn't aprove of their life choices. It's a strange type of distant affection and protection, but he nonetheless loves them above anyone else and sees it as his duty to protect them, mainly Marcela

Beata was so young wheb the parents died that she basically grew up with no real emotional attachment, which is why she doesn't care about Ecomoda at all.

Daniel doesn't care about Ecomoda either because he's pretty detached to all things regarding his parents, probably because of the same trauma of losing them and basically stepping into his dad's shoes.

All the kids probably spent most of their childhoods at Ecomoda. Canonically we know Marcela did, so I'm inclined to believe that so did the others

Beata probably started with the surgeries pretty young, as a cnsequence of growing up in a pretty superficial world

Marcela gives me the vibes of havj g gone through some depressive episodes throughout her adolescence and early adulthood, probably due to herparents' absence

Margarita and Susana were probably not very close to their kids when they were little, as we know they traveled a lot, so probably all of he kids were closer to their dads.

Armando was def a trouble maker since he was a child, and the version we know (before the embargo) is probably much calmer than how he was in his early adolthood and late teens

Daniel was probably the first one to move out as soon as he could, looking for space and independence

Calderón definitely was from a problematic home. Probably the type where the mom and dad fight very often, lougly and aggressively in front of the kids but never divorced

Calderón probably wishes they had done so

I also hc that they are dead. Calderón says when talking to Patty that some families have the horrible ideas of burying marriage partners together, so I'm guessing Calderón's siblings decided to bury his parents together even though they hated each other while alive

He was probably one of those very calm and seemingly "mature" little kids, which is why he was probably his parents' secret confidence. He says that marriage is what makes two happy people unhappy, so he likely knew his parents were happy before getting married, which I wouldn't doubt one of his parents told him directly along with the advise to never marry

Even still, he probably tried once or twice to go through a more traditional route, probably more out of societal custom than anything-- he mentions he tried simulating marriage, meaning that he went to live with one of his girlfriends some time, but he never liked it for long

Nicolás probably got beat up many, many times since very little for defending Betty

He was also probably beat up since little because Betty tried defending him, too. You know how badly it used to be seen for a boy to be defended by a girl

Nicolás' family likely went through a very, very difficult time economically when he was young. It's canon hus dad abandoned him, so that probably meant that his mom struggled a lot to support him, so most likely this is how he started the habit of going to the Pinzon's house for food

Patty's mom was likely like her, and she probably instilled those same materialistic and golddigging ideas in her

She was definitely spoiled rotten! And was daddy's little girl until practically the beginning of the show. She also gives me the vibe of having a dad that is pretty physically distant, so he replaces hugs and kisses with gifts

Hugo was probaly very bullied. He grew up in the 80s, so it's likely he was bullied for being gay, which is why he developed this bully persona and doesn't take shit from anyone. This is very common from people who were bullied, now they bully too because they suffered so much (not a judtification, tho)

He mentions he economically supports his mom, but doesn't mention his dad. My guess is that either his dad left them when young (unfortunately also very common) or they're very distant (also very common for dads when they notice their sons are a bit feminine...)

Armando and Marcela likely hesrd a lot of not so subtle hints that they should be together, to the point that it probably got ingrained on them that they HAD to be together in order to make their parents happy

Which was also a bit weird because they also basically "share" parents and Marcela admits they tried to raise them as siblings

Still, Margarita and Roberto probably coddled the Valencias much more than they did their own kids in an effort to sort of subconsciously make up for the Valencia's loss

This probably led them to be more focused on them than their own kids, which is why bith Armando and Camila were very rebellious, except that Camila was able to see through the BS much mkre clearly so she distanced herself from it all

Armando, on the contrary, struggled with both rebelling and also trying to make his dad proud

So these are just a few headcanons! I hope I didn't repeat myself too much from other times 😂 thanks for the question!🥰🥰🥰

[romana-after-dark]

Blessed be the Fruit: Finale, part 1

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

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Summary: Joel takes you somewhere different, meeting Tommy there

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON! (stressing the dub con again this chapter)

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically.

Extra warnings: homophobia, pedophilia (nothing actually happens), David creepiness.

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You were stuck in the house on a rainy day, helping Lisa with the cookies for dinner tonight. Your head was swirling, memories of the last several nights making your thighs clench. You hadn’t seen Angela since the night you and her fucked 3 day ago, the heavy rain making the menial store runs not worth it for now. Couldn’t risk getting sick in case you were pregnant, now could you?

Would things change between you? Did this mean you were gay? You had no idea, you needed to see her, she was the only person you could trust with this. Joel hadn’t changed, continuing to fuck you last night, while the night before he taught Ellie. Ellie came before any for him.

She was upstairs right now with Riley and that made you even more nervous. You knew what they were doing, they weren’t subtle one bit. Ellie had no sense of self preservation, it seems. You decided to go upstairs to check on her, but quickly turned away when you heard the sound of kissing. Shit. They were loud. You didn’t want to interrupt them, feeling flustered and embarrassed by overhearing so you dash downstairs to try and see where Gina was, to make sure she wasn’t coming upstairs. It was there you saw Gina welcoming Bedford inside.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

“You can fetch Elizabeth from her room, Commander Bedford.” Gina spoke. “She’s up there with Mrs. Jones. They are such close friends, I do hope they can see each other often when she’s married.”

“Of course, Mrs. Miller. It’s so important for the wives to have close friendship to grow closer to god with each other and lean on those hard times.”

You needed to get to Ellie. You neede to warm her before she’s caught; you doubted even Joel could keep her and Riley off the wall.

“I can go get her, Mrs. Miller” You offer and move towards Ellie’s, room, but Gina catches your arm. 

She narrows her eyes at you. “No, I think Commander Bedford has it, thank you OfJoel.”

You try to push past. “Really, it’s no-”

But you were shoved away, into the hall, her grip still firm on you, and nodding David Bedford away to the girls room.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Mrs. Miller, you need to let me go, you need to stop him.” You’re getting more frantic, trying to get out of her grip but her fingernails dug into your skin painfully. “Ellie, she-”

Gina’s face was sudden close to yours. “I know what her and Riley are doing, you little harlot, I’m getting her out of my face so she can stop embaressing me.”

She was trying to get Ellie and Riley killed? 

“ELLIE!” You start to scream but Gina worked fast, shoving you out the door and locking it.

You didn’t think to much on what you did next. You were never getting out of Gilead alive, you were never going to see your son again. You didn’t even know if this would do anything… but Joel was gone, and only one person could help. Taking off, you run next door, not stopping to knock. “COMMANDER MILLER! COMMANDER MILLER!” You ony had the slightest sense to think he call him commander miller instead of Tommy.

Angela appeared around the corner, green eyes wide and wild. “OfJoel, what are you-”

“I need Tommy, emergency!”

Hearing his name, Tommy runs down the stairs. “What the hell is happening!”

“Gina brought Commander Bedford to the house” You grab him and start pulling him out the house as you explain, there was no time to waste. “She’s there with Riley, they’re kissing, I- I don’t know what else, but Gina, she said she was trynng to get Ellie caught!”

Tommy ran past you. “Fucking bitch! Angela, stay here-”

“No fucking way!”

But Tommy shot her a look. Never have you seen Angela fold for a man, and certainly not Tommy. She liked Tommy, but you didn’t take orders from men you pegged. Angela as told to get to his office and call Joel

You tell Tommy the door is locked, but he has a spare key and gets inside. You hear shouting upstairs and Tommy’s long legs are taking the steps three at a time to get to his niece but you lag behind, slowed in your stupid shoes.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM!”

*

Everyone was in the parlor. 

A very terrified and wide eyed Ellie standing opposite of an equally scared Riley. Tommy stood by his niece and you, shouting at Gina. Commander Bedford stayed quiet, but his eyes were alert, carefully watching everyting and everyone. Luke and Lesa even lurked in the shadows, listening in.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” Joel’s booming voice broke into the house, dorm slamming shut with such a force, pictures shook on the walls.

“Dad!” Ellie ran across the rooms, passing David and Gina fearlessly now that her father was in the room. Joel took her quickly into a protective hug, turning her body away from the household, his broad width keeping her from view. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

She nodded. “Dad, I fucked up, I fucked up so bad-”

“Shhh, Ellie, it’s okay…” He stroked her hair that had fallen out, tucking it behind her ears. “I’m gonna protect you.” With Ellie trailing behind him, he grabbed Riley as well, pulling her away from Bedford. He knew exactly what Bedford was, and would not allow him near either girl. He locked eyes with Tommy.

Gina spoke first. “This is your fault, allowing her to just do whatever she wants, she’s spoiled-”

“Hush, woman! Will someone explain to me what happened.”

Finally, David spoke. “It seems I caught Miss Miller and Mrs. Jones in a rather… compromising position.”

Joel stood tall and powerful in front of the two teens. “I certainly don’t know to what you’re implying, Bedford, but I suggest you tread lightly, here.”

David stepped forward, and eerie calm in his voice and soft smile on his face. “Commander Miller, I assure I want this all sorted out as well but the fact of the matter is I saw Miss Miller and Mrs. Jones kissing. Not only is this gender betrayal, but it’s an affair for Mrs. Jones, an affair in which Miss Miller is complicit. This can get both of them killed or sent to the colonies.” The colonies were basically a death sentence. 

“Neither of them” He spoke firmly, sure. “Are going to the wall or the colonies, Bedford. They are just kids.” When this didn’t work, he softened his tone to the negotiator. “C’mon, David. You were a teacher, you know these are just kids, they do stupid shit.”

He shakes his head. “Actions need to have consequences, Joel, you know this. Back then, we allowed this sort of thing to run rampant and we were punished by God, taking away our children.”

“Bullshit!” Tommy barked across the room. “If God was punishing us for anything, it’s for sicko’s like you touching little kids!” With long strides, Tommy walked over shouting at Bedford, but Joel put up a hand to stop him. He needed to negotiate.

“What do you want, David?”

He sighed, holding both his hands behind his back. “I think young Elizabeth’s problem-”

Joel’s face shifted into a warning glower. “Do not talk about my daughter-”

“Is that she is at marriage age, needs a husband to set her on the right path.”

Tommy scoffed. “And that man is you?”

“Yes, I think so. She’s a strong willed woman, could be a leader among the wives if she’s set on the right path. The bible does, in fact, teach in favour of strong women, despite what our enemies say.”

From behind Joel, Ellie steps out, brave now that she has two protectors. “Yeah? Like who?” She challenged, Joel trying to hush her but sighing. He knew he couldn’t.

But David was not phased. “Judith, Ruth, Esther, Mary Magdalen. You would know that if you paid attention to theology class instead of staring at my niece.”

“I would know that if you let me read the damn bible!” She took a few short step towards David as she screamed at him, the room erupting in commotion

“Ellie!” Gina shouted and began to stride toward her daughter she clearly held so much contempt for, but Tommy gripped her arm yanking her back, growling to stay growing at her to ‘stay the hell away’ from Ellie.

Joel’s eyes widened; swearing was being added to her list of offenses today, and ‘damn bible’ made it worse, as did an expression of desire to read. She was digging herself deeper. Riley tried to cull Ellie back in, but the only thing that stopped her was Joel’s strong arm around her pulling her back in. The only person remaining calm was David.

“Allow me to marry Elizabeth, and I’ll make sure she fulfills her potential.”

Joel watched for a long time, planning his next move. He’d always been so in control, so sure of himself and the future… He hadn’t felt this lost since Sarah died. It was then he noticed you. WHen you and Joel locked eyes, you knew there was nothing he could do. He was accepting his fate.

“And you won’t tell a soul about her?”

“Dad, no!”

“No one outside of this room.”

“And Riley, you won’t tell Commander Jones?”

“Joel, man, what are you doing?”

“They’ll remain safe, you have my word.”

Joel took a deep breath. “Fine, you may inform the counsel of the betrothal, now get the fuck out of my home.”

Chaos shattered like glass, confusing everyone in the room as Bedford left the house.

“Dad! What the hell! What is wrong with you!” Ellie berated her dad. Gina tried to tell her to shut up, but Joel snapped and turned to his wife, eyes cold and sharp. 

“You! I know you did this shit Gina. You’ll fucking pay for this, I’ll have your fucking head on a pike!”

Gina was undeterred. “She had to get married at some point-”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

When Gina left, he called for Luke, asking him to escort Ellie and Riley to the car, he was taking Riley home.

Ellie was furious. “How could you do this! How could you abandon me like everyone else!”

“Ellie.” Joel turned to her, placing two hands on her shoulders. “I promise you, I’m not letting that man touch you.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Not even you can stop this, Joel.” Ellie took Riley’s hand and followed behind Luke to the car. Only you, Tommy and him were left. Joel turned to you.

“Thank you, for getting Tommy. I’ll… I’ll make sure you don’t get any backlash from Gina… you tell me if she does anything to yuh.” To Tommy now. “I’m coming over after I make sure Riley gets home safe, okay? We’re gonna figure this out.”

The worry in Tommy’s eyes said he wasn’t sure there was a way out at all.

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Im sorry this is taking 5 ever to write ;-;

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[reasonsmandy]

You Make My Heart Beat

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by 2 anon — ¹ omg Person A: You always sing that one line wrong *Person B gets "mad"* Person A: But whatever, yours is better with warren PLEEEASE. ² Hi hope your having a good day/night. Anyway I was really in the mood for something where reader is Billy and grahams little sister and is in a secret relationship with Warren. And when Billy finds out hell breaks loose! If you don’t want to that’s fine :)

✧.* summary — Warren has always been a curious case for you, due to the crush he has on you he would always pick on you when other people were around. But when it was just the two of you he was another Warren, what confused you.

✧.* warnings —Warren and the reader being a little more intimate.

✧.* word count — 4.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes —writing a teenage love is so cute aaaaaa. I put these two asks together bc they fit my idea, I hope that's not a problem 🫶🏾 good reading my loves.

In Pittsburgh things were always very simple, you had your routine, you knew everywhere, and so did most people. But that never stopped you from always being curious about other people and wanting to get closer to them, which is why you became so close with your brother Graham's friends.

Eddie was the first to fit in with you, you took your time to become great friends, Chuck was always nice to you, you weren't great friends like Eddie but he never gave you reasons to complain about his presence, as for Warren... He was always a curious case.

When your brothers had the idea of ​​forming a band, well, when Graham had the idea of ​​forming a band after having his heart broken... You were the first to be the most supportive. You knew your brothers and the potential they had in terms of music, they were pure talent for sure, so soon you had become the band's little manager. Helping them to get some gigs around town, talking to event owners about payment, even fliers you put up around town to help them out while they rehearsed in Chuck's garage.

So little by little this had become your official position in the band, you were always there listening to news about their ideas regarding new songs or changes in instruments and passing all these updates to the small fanbase they had in Pittsburgh.

Because of that you loved being there at rehearsals, to be able to speak with propriety about the songs they are rehearsing, about their performance as a band and honestly being the biggest fan of them. And as you were always there at rehearsals your friendship with everyone grew, you had your relationship with each one of them in a special way.

Chuck and you weren't much for talking, but when that happened you liked to talk about the movies you liked in common, he had extremely similar taste to yours when it came to cinematographic works, and therefore the conversations flowed in a nice way.

Well, with Graham and Billy nothing has changed. you grew up in the same house under the same rules, so even though with time you grew up the sibling relationship hadn't changed drastically. You were always closer with Graham, as you two are close in age, you spent more time together since after Billy had grown up and got "too nice" to hang out with his younger sister.

That phase of Billy where he left you in the corner was difficult for you, out of nowhere a person who was always your support didn't want you so close anymore and that messed with you, but over time you learned to deal with it and look for other people who really wanted you around.Even after years where you are now adults, your relationship with your older brother never went back to the way it was before, and not because you had a grudge against him or anything like that... But things just had changed.

Eddie and you didn't let each other go, you were the dynamic duo, just the perfect friendship pair. You both knew that there was nothing romantic between the two of you, much less a feeling that could grow between you, that was out of the question since you considered each other soul brothers. Without much effort, you became best friends and that's how it persists until today.

Warren was a special case, you never knew how to define your relationship with the drummer in an objective and clear way, because your relationship was far from being like that. That doesn't mean it wasn't a good relationship, the perfect definition would be: confusing.

Although he was one of the people you most wanted to be around, you only had that opportunity when they created the band, and at first it was quite difficult to be alone with Warren without any band member to butt in or disrupt the moment. And for some reason, different from the other boys you couldn't start a conversation with Rojas, because you felt embarrassed and shy around him, it was like he bewildered you.

You'd already watched Warren from afar at school, and how could you not have? He's just charming…

"Hey Y/N, today we're having a rehearsal at Chuck's house, do you want to hang out there with us?" Graham screams at the bottom of the stairs, and you can easily hear him in your room.

"I'm coming down! Wait just a minute." You ask, quickly packing your things to accompany him.

The Dunne brothers walked towards Chuck's house, while talking about random things from their day. Graham was the one who talked the most, he was very excited to show Billy all the band's ideas, the older Dunne would just say "hm" or nod between Graham's lines, which genuinely made you uncomfortable. So, you decided to be the one listening to him, asking him to tell more about his ideas and commenting about everything, adding your ideas and congratulating him for his.

Graham Dunne: Y/N is that kind of person who will do anything to make you feel comfortable around her. I swear to you, she would listen to me talk about the most boring things in the world for hours just to see me happy.

You didn't walk far until you arrived at Chuck's house, Eddie and Warren were already there talking until they noticed your presence. As soon as Warren sees you, he playfully rolls his eyes and mumbles

"Oh great, the kid sister is here." Warren says, while fixing his curls.

You give him a confused look, but he avoids eye contact and pretends to focus on adjusting his drum set.

Eddie, on the other hand, walks over to you and greets you with a warm hug.

"Hey there Y/N, good to see you again!" he says with a smile. You chat for a few moments until Billy calls over to start rehearsal.

As you walk past Warren to sit on the chair you always used to sit on practice, he can't resist making another teasing comment.

"Try to keep up, kid" he says with a smirk. "Maybe if you try hard you can understand at least a little bit."

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but can't help but feel a little flustered by his attention. Warren always made this kind of comment since the beginning of the band, was it something commenting on your age or always teasing you about something you like.

Eddie Roundtree: He was clearly trying to get her attention, he didn't leave any gaps, no matter what Y/N said or did he had to comment on something.

Rojas already had feelings for you before you got close, an intense infatuation that made his heart race every time you looked back at him and smiled. He didn't know how to act on this new feeling about you; you'd always been his best friend's sister and nothing more. But when they started the band, and he started seeing you daily at rehearsals, that little crush grew more and more into a passion.

As a defense mechanism, he started to tease you with everything. He felt nervous around you and used teasing as a way to break the ice, hoping to impress you with his humor and wit. He didn't know why he was acting this way, but when he saw your eyes going towards him, it was an inexplicable feeling. Like an idiot teenager, he just wanted the attention of the girl he liked, and if that was what made him get it, he would keep doing it.

That day after rehearsal, you and Warren find yourselves alone in the garage. The rest of the band has gone out to grab food, leaving the two of you behind. You start to pack up your things, but Warren stops you.

"Hey," he says, leaning against his drum kit. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You turn to face him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone.

"Sure, what's up?" You ask, playing with your hands, you were nervous.

"I heard you say you had a rough day at work..." He starts to say and you arch an eyebrow.

"Are you listening to the conversations of others Mr Rojas?" You question in a playful tone, laughing afterward.

"I'm sorry..." He says, laughing sheepishly. "I just wanted to know if you're okay, if I can help with anything…"

You can't contain your smile, this was definitely not something you were expecting from him, you approach the drummer and he avoids looking directly into your eyes, you notice that your presence makes him nervous for some reason and you like that.

"I guess you can just distract me with anything." You smile at him. "How about showing me that beat Billy wouldn't let you put on? I know you were excited about it."

Warren smiles at being close to you and then spins one of the sticks in his fingers to start playing, he involuntarily played the best way he could to impress you that day.

...

Over the years, you had grown accustomed to Warren's teasing and jabs. It was a familiar routine, and you even found yourself missing it when he wasn't around. But there was something different about him when you two were alone. He was more attentive, more thoughtful, and more interested in you as a person. He would ask about your day, your hobbies, and your favorite bands, and he always seemed genuinely invested in your answers.

At first, you didn't think much of it. You assumed that he was just being friendly or maybe trying to make up for his teasing. But as you spent more time together, you started to notice how your heart would flutter when he touches your arm or leaned in close to hear you better. You tried to ignore these feelings, to convince yourself that you were just reading too much into things, but the truth was hard to deny.

…

One day, while you and Warren were hanging out alone in Chuck's backyard, you were sitting on the grass talking about your favorite bands. The sun was shining, and a gentle breeze was blowing, rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. Warren seemed relaxed and happy, tapping his foot to an imaginary beat.

Suddenly, Warren jumped up and ran towards thr garage, calling for you to follow him. You got up and followed him inside, the smell of oil and sweat hitting your nose. To your surprise, there was a drum set set up in the middle of the room, surrounded by guitars and amps. Warren picked up his drumsticks and started playing a beat, motioning for you to join in. You hesitated at first, but then you sat by his side and started to sing along, your voice blending with his in a perfect harmony.

For the next few hours, you played music together, experimenting with different sounds and rhythms. You forgot about time, space, and all the worries that usually plagued you. You felt alive, free, and unburdened, lost in the music and the moment.

As the sun began to set, you stopped playing and sat down on the couch, exhausted but exhilarated. Warren turned to you and smiled, his eyes shining with something you couldn't quite name.

"You know, I always feel like I can be myself when I'm playing music with you." He said, his voice low and husky. "It's like everything else just fades away."

You smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest.

"I feel the same way, Warren." You said, your voice soft and sincere.

You sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel the tension in the air. You looked into Warren's eyes and saw the same intensity that you were feeling.

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his breath on your face. His hand brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak, but before you could say anything, Warren stopped you with a kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, and you melted into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You could feel his hands on your waist, pulling you tight against his body.

For a few moments, time seemed to stand still. You were lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your body. You knew that this was what you had been longing for, what you had been missing all along.

When Warren finally pulled away, you were left breathless. You looked into his eyes and saw the same longing that you felt. He smiles still looking into your eyes, you lean to kiss him one more time but you are interrupted by Eddie's voice calling for you two from afar.

…

The problem was that Warren didn't act the same way around other people. When your brothers or the rest of the band were around, he would fall back into his old patterns of teasing and joking, and it made you feel insecure. Did he only treat you well when no one else was watching? Did he actually like you, or was he just being nice?

These conflicting emotions weighed heavily on your mind, and you found yourself thinking about Warren more and more often. You started paying closer attention to his body language and the way he looked at you. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you might have feelings for Warren too.

Despite your doubts, Warren continued to act differently around you when you were alone. He would bring you your favorite snack when he knew you had a long day at work, or surprise you with a new album from your favorite artist. These small gestures made your heart swell with affection, but you couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't be this way in front of others.

…

Today the rehearsal was at the Dunne house, you were in the kitchen with your mother listening to them play in the distance, you were talking about your day at work and about some things in your day. Billy was singing "look me in the eye", your favorite song of theirs, excitedly you get up asking your mother for permission to go see them play one more time.

You make it in time for the chorus to start, you enter the garage already singing, you raise your fist to your face imitating a microphone while singing, Eddie smiles when he notices you, Graham laughs of your "performance", Billy rolls his eyes then smiles (he probably knew you were coming to listen), Camila was filming them and soon turns her camera towards you.

Warren felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw you, you looked so beautiful he just wanted to hold you and kiss you but he couldn't do that. So he holds back his smile when he sees you, trying to ignore your presence he ends up getting the timing of the song wrong. Billy turns to him, clearly annoyed.

"Let's take a coffee break." Billy says, turning off the microphone and taking a seat next to Camila.

"Will you stop right at my favorite?" You say, pretending to be sulking. "Very unfair!"

Warren comes out from behind the drum set, taking a seat on the couch next to Eddie and Graham.

"How come this is your favorite if you always sing that one line wrong?" Warren points out, laughing along with everyone but Camila.

If that comment came any other day you'd laugh along with them, but it struck all of your insecure thoughts about how the drummer really felt about you, you immediately frowned. And he noticed that, immediately he regretted what he said, for the first time you looked upset with him and he hated to see that.

"But… whatever, yours is better anyway." He ended up trying to make you smile, but when he saw that his favorite smile wasn't on your face, his heart sank.

You force a smile so that the atmosphere doesn't get awkward, a silence was established in the place but soon Eddie brings up a subject noticing that you wanted to escape this situation, you smile at him for saving you like that. As the conversation grows you take the opportunity to sneak out of the garage back to your room with frustration in your chest, damn be the moment you fell in love with that drummer.

You were lying in your bed, staring at your bedroom ceiling with your thoughts racing, insecurities slowly eating you up with absurd suggestions as to why Warren behaved like this.

"Hell, why do you have to be so fucking complicated?" You ask the wind, feeling a great deal of frustration with the drummer.

Your thoughts are interrupted by three knocks on the door, you take your gaze to the door that was now ajar, you can see Warren with a worried face. He was afraid of how you were feeling, afraid that he had hurt you anyway.

"What do you want? Have you come to mock me here in my room now?" You were upset, and he didn't blame you for it.

"Can I come in?" You couldn't ignore him even if you wanted to, so you nod. "Look, I'm sorry…"

"I don't understand you, you know?" You sit up to look deep into his eyes. "What do you have with me? One minute you treat me like I'm the most special person in the world and the next you just ignore my existence."

Warren drops his gaze, he was hating himself for making you feel bad anyway.

"I like you Warren, fuck I'm in love with you but you confuse me!" You were holding back some tears, and it made his heart squeeze. "So, I ask you please... Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Warren plucked up the courage to look you in the eyes, he brought his hands up to cup your face caressing your cheeks gently. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach, his gaze was so intense it made your heart race.

"I love you so much Y/N..." Rojas confesses, his brown eyes seem to see through you. "I've loved you since I was a stupid teenager and that's why I might have been a jerk to you, I clearly didn't know how to act in the presence of a woman as wonderful as you, I wanted your attention and that was the only way I could get it."

You listened to him attentively, trying to understand his position regarding everything that had happened between the two of you so far.

"Now we're adults, there's no reason for me to act this way I know..." He says, now holding your hands. "But there's a lot at stake here, you know? I don't mean to say that it's not worth risking things for you, in fact there were times when all I wanted was to send my fear of your brother's reaction to hell."

You laughed weakly at the last comment, little by little that weight of insecurities left you as he told how he felt.

"I just wanted to make sure none of this affected you negatively, I didn't want your relationship with your brothers to be damaged by something I did." He confesses, you quickly cut him off to clarify something.

"Everything would be so much easier if you had told me this before, pretty boy." You say taking one of your hands to his hair strands. "I know Billy can be... Intense at times but I would help you work things out."

"I just need to make it clear to you that my heart is yours, and this may sound extremely cliché but I feel that you make my heart beat." You couldn't contain your smile. "Please forgive me for being a big asshole to you, I didn't want to hurt you in any way, my love."

You don't answer, you just kiss him deeply in the intention of solving all the questions between you. He gently pulls you onto his lap, holding you close like he's afraid of losing you every second, you keep kissing him while stroking his hair, his hands caress your skin under your shirt and you sigh with the contact making him smile in the middle of the kiss.

You part your lips from his, a smile spreading across your face as he brushes the hair from your eyes. The way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only person in the world.

"Is rehearsal done?" you ask, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"I'm not sure," he shrugs, "Camila and Billy took off somewhere, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was too worried about you."

You roll your eyes and laugh, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "And what about the others?"

"Eddie, Chuck, and Graham are still in the garage," he whispers, his breath hot against your cheek.

"So that means I have you all to myself?" you say, your smile growing wider and more playful.

You trail your fingers down the front of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head. His eyes follow your every move as you toss the shirt aside. You lean in to kiss him again, your lips soft and warm against his skin. He shivers under your touch, his hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"I believe so, Hermosa," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as you continue.

You keep kissing his neck, feeling his pulse racing under your lips. The atmosphere between you two is electric, filled with passion and desire that had been building up for far too long.

Warren's hands wander up and down your back, feeling the curves of your body. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every touch, his breath hot on your skin.

You pull back for a moment, looking into his eyes. They're filled with so much love and adoration that it almost takes your breath away. You can't help but smile, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

"God, I love you," he whispers, pulling you in for another kiss.

Your lips meet again, this time more urgently, as if you're trying to make up for lost time. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently, making him moan into your mouth.

It's like nothing else matters in that moment, just the two of you, lost in each other. You feel his hands slip under your shirt, trailing up your back, making you shiver with pleasure.

You finally break the kiss, both of you gasping for breath. Warren leans his forehead against yours, a smile on his lips.

"I never want to let you go," he whispers, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"I don't want you to." You answer, still out of breath. "Come on Rojas, I'm all yours."

…

In a few weeks the band and Camila were going to move to LA, and your heart ached at the thought of having them away. They were all what kept you happy and losing them all at once was scary.

Warren told you to meet him earlier before rehearsal, so soon you were in the garage waiting for your favorite drummer. You hear a noise and soon you see your boyfriend entering the place, he runs to you hugging you tight.

"My girl!' He says between kisses on your cheek. "I missed you so much princesa."

"Missed you two." You say kissing him.

"Hey kiddo, Mom said Warren is home, did you see him?" Billy walks in coming across Warren kissing his sister. "What the fuck!?"

Billy without thinking approaches you, pushing Warren away from you, losing balance, Rojas falls and you get scared with how quickly everything happened, you quickly get closer to your brother, pulling him away from your boyfriend.

"Hey Billy, it's okay!" You say calling his attention to you.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Billy doesn't lower his voice, he continues his tantrum. "What is on your fucking head Warren! Are you crazy?"

"What's going on here?" Graham enters the place trying to understand the reason for the confusion.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Warren feels a shiver down his spine at the older Dunne's words.

"Would anyone care to explain to me what's going on?" Graham looked confused. "Why is Warren on the ground?"

"Warren is fucking Y/N." Billy says, bringing his hands to his face in frustration.

Warren stands, watching you with a concerned look. You say "is everything alright?" in a whisper and he nods in agreement.

"Is that true?" Graham was shocked.

"I'm in love with her." Rojas says, Graham can't help but smile and Billy rolls his eyes.

"You can't be fucking serious." Billy scuffs. "You barely talk to each other."

"Or you just don't pay attention to anything but yourself…" You say and Billy looks at you in disbelief.

As you speak up to your brother, you can see the shock in his face. He never expected you to be so bold and confrontational.

"Excuse me?" Billy says, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"You heard me," you say, not backing down. "You never bothered to pay attention to me or what's going on in my life. All you care about is yourself and your fucking band."

"I can't believe you're saying this," Billy says, his voice rising.

Billy looks taken aback by your outburst. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He just stares at you, his face turning red with anger.

"Y/N, I think you should calm down." Warren says, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"No, Warren. I'm tired of him always acting like he's the only one who matters." You say, turning to face Billy. "You didn't even notice that I was happy, that I was in love with someone. All you cared about was yourself."

"Unbelievable!" Billy storms out of the garage, leaving you alone with Graham and Warren.

As you let out a frustrated sigh, Warren notices your unease and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles gently. Graham watches the exchange between you two and chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe my little sister is dating Warren Rojas." He says, the amusement evident in his tone.

You and Warren laugh along with him, feeling more at ease now.

You lean your head on Warren's shoulder and he kisses the top of your head softly. Graham takes notice of Billy's absence and decides to go check on him.

"I'll see how he's doing." Graham points towards the garage door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Once Graham leaves, you turn to Warren, still worried about his fall due to Billy's outburst. You reach out and cup his face, showing your affection.

"Are you okay, pretty boy?" You ask him, your concern evident in your voice.

"I'm alright, princesa." He assures you, giving you a small smile. He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Sorry about that whole scene, seriously." You say, feeling embarrassed by your brother's behavior.

"It's not your fault, Hermosa." Warren says, using the affectionate nickname he has for you. "I'm just happy to be with you. And now I'm going to tell the whole world that you're mine."

You smile and pull him in for an intense kiss, never wanting to let him go.

...

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[yuesya]

in cursed twin AU, how does Satoru react towards Yuta, since he has a cursed spirit of his own? albeit Shiki is a bit of a different situation and is well-behaved compared to Rika, and has more clarity than Rika

it could also be argued that - putting aside that no one except Suguru has lived to tell the secret - Satoru is comparatively more fucked up than Yuta in this regard because he’s willingly housing Shiki for an unforeseen future inside his body, and that’s considered messed up in the head, kind of? because imagine you have the option of putting Shiki to rest somehow, letting her die in peace, but no — for one, Shiki is well behaved and there’s no problems so far in their situation, so there’s no reason for Satoru to just up and do that. shiki isn’t suffering, isn’t too insane, and by possessing him she can eat and see and experience things for her own (even though shes a bloodthirsty little thing)

so gg Satoru be the first one to delete people who denies his sister this second chance (and he already did lmao)

for two, why should Shiki be the one to die? when it was the fault of fucking Gojo Clan and their father that she ended up like this? it’s not fair, his sister died because of some fucktards deciding she wasn’t worth anything and she has to be the one to pay the price, to give up in this lifetime, to die in order her to be in peace? Shiki deserves to live and have a chance to look at and experience this world, and Satoru is making sure of it even if it has to be through using him

In a way, Gojo Satoru really does love Shiki, and I want to see how a Satoru who has someone he loves to the point of, well, housing them inside his body for almost all his life like in Cursed Twins AU, reacts to seeing Yuta and Rika.

Footsteps sound clearly upon the cold stone ground, growing closer and closer, but Yuta can't find the strength to raise his head. Instead, he curls inwards, shrinking into himself where he's sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair in his prison.

And, there's no doubt that this is a prison; ofuda seals cover the entirety of the enclosed chamber, and the only source of light is from the flicker of yellow lanterns scattered across the ground, arranged in a strange pattern. Yuta does not recognize any of it, as strange and scary as everything is, but instinct tells him that this is a trap, a cage.

... Good. He deserves it. He deserves to be locked up like this forever, because he-

"All of this is a bit overkill for just a kid, isn't it?"

"This was the best I could argue for, while you were still out of the country. It was either this, or immediate execution." Oh. Oh, Yuta recognizes this voice. "Hello, Okkotsu-kun. Have you been well?"

It's only polite to look at the person who's speaking to you. Yuta doggedly manages to summon up the strength to raise his head.

"... Hello, Geto-san," he whispers. The man who'd subdued Rika-chan and brought him in without any further bloodshed offers him a reassuring smile, then gestures towards his companion.

"Okkotsu-kun, this is my friend, Gojo Satoru. He's the one I mentioned before, who I think might be able to offer a unique insight into your situation. Satoru, this is-"

The white-haired man makes a clearly disgusted sound. Yuta automatically flinches, because there's no doubt that it's directed towards him.

"A master-servant bond, really?" he says, obviously disapproving. Yuta has no idea what the man is talking about.

"Okkotsu-kun is not a sorcerer," Geto-san says sharply. "He's lived a civilian life all this time, Satoru. Remember what I told you? He and Orimoto-chan are childhood sweethearts who accidentally cursed each other; neither had any idea of what they were doing-"

"No, the boy's the one who did all the cursing here, Suguru." There's a strange flicker in the white-haired man's striking blue eyes, crystalline blue shifting to abyssal darkness and back again. But it must be a trick of the light. Human eyes don't work that way. "But for something that was unintentional... hmm..."

Geto-san sighs tiredly. "Your recommendation, then?"

"... You're asking for my opinion? I think... ultimately, it depends on what the two of them want out of their relationship," Gojo-san shrugs. "Although that might be a little difficult to hammer out on the girl's side, given her current state."

Geto-san frowns lightly, a hand coming up to rest on his chin in thought. "Is there a way to make her lucid again?"

"Well, it's not like there's a documented process for this or anything, but with the circumstances being what they are, I think we might have a few ideas," Gojo-san gives him a sharp grin. Then, he turns towards Yuta. "Hey, so. If it turns out that there's no helping your Rika-chan anyways and we can't actually improve her state any, then what are you going to do?"

"What am I...?" Yuta blinks, confused. It's precisely because he doesn't know what to do, because he doesn't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone anymore, that he's sitting here in this prison cell unresistingly. That he's accepted the fact that he's going to be executed, because otherwise... otherwise...

The white-haired man shoots him a distinctly unimpressed look. "It's not that complicated a question, kid."

"I..." Yuta swallows roughly. "I don't... I don't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone."

"Cute, but that's not what I asked," Gojo-san says. "Are you just going to try and kill yourself again?"

"Satoru, that's not-!"

"Let him answer the question, Suguru."

The scary man's eyes flick downwards briefly towards where a deformed hand-knife is hidden behind Yuta's chair. A knife that Rika-chan had destroyed when Yuta had attempted to... wait, how does he even know that?

But the question he'd asked... Yuta doesn't...

...

Yuta doesn't want to hurt anyone. And, he doesn't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone, either. The guilt of living like this, causing nothing but death and destruction wherever he goes, accomplishing nothing but bringing pain to other people's lives... that's not okay, and it makes bile rise in the back of his throat just thinking about it.

"You're the one who cursed her, even if it was accidental," Gojo-san tells him mercilessly. "So what is it that you want to do?"

Let's get married when we're older, Yuta.

We'll be together forever and ever!

That's a promise.

...

"I... I want to help Rika-chan."

"And if you can't?"

Yuta's hands clench into fists. "You said... you said that you might have a way. And, if it's my fault that Rika-chan is like this, then I... I have to do something about it."

"Because it's your responsibility?"

"Because I care about Rika-chan!"

The heavy imposing pressure in the air suddenly lifts; Yuta falls forward, gasping. He hadn't even noticed it creeping up on him-

Geto-san clicks his tongue. "You went a little overboard here, Satoru."

"Yeah, we'll take him on," the white-haired man ignores the comment and grins. "Help me draw up the papers? I know that Maki and the others will be just thrilled to have a new student joining them."

"... Draw them up yourself, I'm not your secretary."

"Aww, don't be like that, Suguru-"

[marsbar17]

No one has requested Genshin yet so I'm going to. XiaoAetherLyney, you've got this darling

Nsfw and Sfw <33

It's time to bring the genshin fandom to my account hehehehe >:)

XiaoAetherLyney headcannons hot and ready for dinner my children

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《SFW》

• Aether absolutely adores Xiao, and after they met in Liyue, Aether quickly made it his mission to date Xiao

• Xiao thinks that Aether is like a shining light, an angel of sorts, but he doesn't want to bother Aether with his karmic debt

• Xiao can't stop Aether from hanging around him though, and eventually gives in to dating him

• They grow closer over their time together and Aether always comes back to liyue with trinkets from his adventures

• Xiao is just happy that Aether loves him even though he's far from perfect in his eyes

• Aether goes to Fontaine and comes back with magic playing cards, a friend gave them to him

• Aether took Xiao to Fontaine to watch his new friend Lyney perform, and Xiao could see how Aether's eyes lit up watching him

• It's the same way he looks at Xiao

• Eventually, Aether brings up the idea of polyamory, and maybe him being able to have another partner

• "It's that guy, Lyney, right?"

• With a little bit of convincing, Xiao agrees to try it out, and then Aether gained another boyfriend

• In the beginning, Xiao didn't want to be all friendly with his lovers new boyfriend, but he tolerated Lyney

• I feel like they never really got super close, they dont regard eachother as lovers, it's more a love arrow than a triangle

• They aren't like, revolted by eachother. Lyney is fine with Xiao, Xiao just doesn't feel romantically attracted to him.

• Plus, it took him a while to just get close with Aether, he doesn't want to go through the whole insecurities and shit all over again

• But they'll both wrap their arms around Aether, share knowing looks when their boyfriend is being cute, glare at people who are acting off towards their boyfriend, that stuff

• Lyney will flirt with Xiao jokingly, but he knows that Xiao doesn't want anything serious

《NSFW》

• Xiao tops, as much as I love Xiao being bottom in some ships, he tops here

• In the beginning it was just Aether being bottom and Xiao and Lyney sharing him, but as time went on and Xiao warmed up to the other Lyney slowly became the switch/middle one in the relationship

• Aether loves being between them, one length I his ass and one in his mouth, being filled from both ends

• Xiao is very possessive of Aethers mouth because he gets to be the one to watch his eyes fill with tears from the pleasure and all the pretty expressions on his face

• Lyney doesn't mind where he is, he just wants to be a part of it dbshjsja

• Xiao loves holding Aether up so he has to look him in the eyes while Lyney keeps fucking him from behind

• Xiao is the slightly rougher top, face-fucking Aether while Lyney praises him for taking it so well

• Can yall tell I might have a thing for sucking dick? Cuz I do jdndnnaja. My poor girlfriend hates me

• Occasionally, if Aether is out and one of them is horny, they'll help each other out, but it doesn't go further than hand jobs or sometimes blow jobs

• And Lyney is always more eager to help out Xiao than the other way around

• I feel like there might be a little bit of bondage and dom/sub shit going on but I cant see them being super kinky

• Lil bit of spanking, lil bit of rope, lil bit of kneeling, all the good shit

• I bet you one day Aether whined about how he wants even more and Lyney suggests he take both of them in his hole at the same time

• Aether melts, he wants it so bad

• He loves feeling full, loves it when both his boyfriends use him at the same time

• Having two boyfriends means double the amount of aftercare :)

• Hot baths are a favorite, along with cuddling in a pile and watching a movie or smth, they always just make sure Aether feels good

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I'm so tired, peace out yall

[cinnamontails-ff]

Why this is the perfect cover for "Accountant's Guide"

Alright, folks! It’s been a week of coming to terms with my overflowing emotions regarding this beautiful piece of cover art for the Ukrainian translation of Accountant’s Guide, and I am ready to wrestle it all into an essay.

Spoilers for the story ahead! It’s been finished since September 2023, so either read it here or proceed at your own risk!

First off, a huge, huge thank you to Marko_Wowchok for taking the time to translate my work and of course, the incredible @razinbee for creating a cover that, quite frankly, I could see as an ad for the next Studio Ghibli movie. You are both so very talented and your love and care for my story is so, so appreciated!

Now, as for the piece itself: Let’s start with the choice of showing just their hands, clasped intimately atop a piece of paper. It’s something I never would have come up with in a million years, but it’s absolutely genius. There’s a sense of subtlety to it. It leaves room for imagination because you don’t actually see what they’re doing; it’s simply implied that they’re most likely going at it on the desk (again). I love this. Because while I wrote Accountant’s Guide as a romance (and it does contain explicit spicy scenes), my goal was always to write Astarion and Scarlett as partners first and lovers second. I am really not a fan of romance stories that rely on physical attraction alone. Basically, if the story wouldn’t work with both of them being ugly, it’s not for me.

Astarion and Scarlett come together as reluctant allies at first. Scarlett offers him a deal to take out Cazador together and Astarion agrees mostly as a way of keeping himself entertained. He does not believe for a moment that she might actually succeed and he is actively planning to throw her to Cazador’s feet at the earliest convenience. But simply by working together, they start to grow closer over time.

Scarlett is the first person in centuries to treat him like a normal guy™. She is a very practical person - she has to be in order to willingly cooperate with the man who’s led her sister to her death. And while she isn’t immune to his flirting, she ignores it because she is painfully aware that he’s way out of her league and nothing good can ever come from that. It is only when she starts to see his vulnerable sides that she develops feelings for him and he, in turn, for her. At this point, however, they’ve both already saved each other’s lives several times. She has fed him when he was starving and he has slaughtered a bunch of guards that interrupted his poorly planned heist/date idea. They know each other, trust each other, rely on each other – they are a team in every sense of the word. When they do eventually share their first kiss in chapter 13, it is a powerful scene (if I do say so myself), but it is also really just one more layer to the bond that they have cultivated over the course of many months. Showing their clasped hands and nothing else is such a fantastic way to visualize the depth of their connection. It is a gesture of companionship and trust as well as intimacy and romance.

Then there is the positioning of their hands: Astarion’s on top of Scarlett’s, his fingers pinning her down, while her fingers are splayed out helplessly - dare I say, ecstatically. It is a stunning representation of their romantic dynamic. Astarion is the experienced, confident sex god who usually takes the lead, while Scarlett hasn’t done a whole lot of things before meeting him and is generally happy to go along with whatever he has in mind. He is her first. He is the one who shows her everything her body can do and he is careful in taking things step by step, working her up from missionary to slightly kinkier stuff all the way to her sitting on his face in “Pocket Money”. His hand on top of hers, holding her and guiding her, is a beautiful depiction of that.

At the same time, I like how the tenseness of his fingers in contrast to her more relaxed posture indicates how much he clings to her. After two centuries of being Cazador’s slave, Scarlett is literally the first time Astarion has anything that is his own. She is his first genuine connection, a lover he’s picked for himself, as well as his savior in helping to break him free from Cazador. He is terrified of losing her, so much so that he even tries to convince her to let him turn her into a vampire, so she won’t die before him. None of that is a perfectly healthy relationship dynamic, mind you, but who could expect that from him after what he’s been through? She is his lifeline. His anchor. The one glimmer of hope in two centuries and this man is ready to eviscerate any vampire lord, spawn, or magic teacher (sorry, Gale!) who so much as threatens to come in between them.

I also want to shout out how the softness and subtlety of their clasped hands reflects how their relationship has to unfold in secret. The second half of Accountant’s Guide lives off the tension of them plotting their plan B while living under the same roof as Cazador, both of them bound to him in different ways. They are in his house, their every move under constant scrutiny by Cazador as well as his spawn, and one wrong step could be the end for both of them. Those are absolutely cruel circumstances to be building a relationship in. Astarion has to make up lies to Cazador as to how he has gained access to a more regular blood supply. He has to pretend to be disgusted with her, so Cazador will continue to send him to comfort her, not one of the other spawn. Scarlett has to hide her bite marks and (awkwardly) flirt her way out of Cazador’s attempts at getting closer to her. There’s a sense of powerlessness to their situation that makes the intimate scenes they get even more special to both of them. I am generally a fan of subtlety, a big proponent of “less is more”, and I couldn’t be happier with how this is conveyed in the simplicity of their clasped hands on the desk.

Finally, the ink and fountain pen. Fountain pens have accidentally become one of my defining characteristics as a writer and I am not at all mad about it. I love heroines who succeed through cleverness and tenacity rather than Strong Female Character syndrome™. When I designed Scarlett, I really wanted someone who would throw Astarion for a loop. Someone he’d have no clue what to do with, someone so different from him and his reality, her every word would cause a flood of error messages in his precious brain. I wanted someone down to earth, someone who would play off him and make all his silly lines sound even sillier - and I wanted someone who’d be able to free him from Cazador through nonconventional and meme-worthy means.

And so I made her an accountant.

I have spoken about this before, but I hail from a family full of accountants. My research for this fic was every single family dinner I have ever attended. I love the ridiculousness of defeating a vampire lord through tax fraud because it plays on the inherent arrogance of Cazador. He is immensely powerful, physically as well as in his social influence, but he, too, can be brought down by a very diligent, very detail-oriented accountant who can demonstrate just how much money he owes the government, thus motivating them to step the fuck up and put him behind bars. It’s the epitome of the (fountain) pen being mightier than the sword. Scarlett is a character who has been underestimated her entire life and she doesn’t really mind it because when the time is right, she knows she can brandish her fountain pen and show everyone what’s what. She has a very quiet, unassuming type of power about herself that I have seen in the many badass accountants in my family and I love how this is reflected in the fountain pen, the ink pot, and of course the infamous ink stains on her fingers. Scarlett does not care about the ink on her fingers – she cares about getting shit done. And I love her for it. And Astarion loves her for it. But he will use every chance he gets to tear her off her work and bend her over the desk because he is also absolutely crazy about her.

This piece is sexy without being graphic. It is beautifully intimate and soft, yet still holds that tension between the two of them with Astarion holding on to her as hard as he possibly can and Scarlett practically melting at his every touch. It shows how a very unassuming, very mundane pencil pusher went and took down the immortal vampire lord with nothing but her mind and her fountain pen (and, well, math magic). The simplicity of it all is what really kicks me in the gut, I think. Because their love is simple at its core. It’s inevitable from the moment they first strike their deal in chapter 4. They don’t have a lot of grand gestures or epic fight scenes (the only fight scene is largely taken care of by The Gang as Astarion is stuck to the floor and Scarlett goes one-on-one versus Laiara). Even their love confessions are quiet and unassuming. They just grow together in a way that has always felt very natural to me and then they hold on and weather it all together until they emerge on the other side, together.

This piece hits right into the core of my story and I couldn’t be happier to see something so beautiful emerge from what I have created. Thank you. I will treasure this forever.

- Cin

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One Guitar, Tangerine Breadcrumbs, and a Golden Afternoon — Yoongi Drabble

Aaaaand... this is a Yoongi drabble I’ve been keeping in the draft trunk. Just a soft kind of afternoon.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Yoongi x OFC

Genre: Fluff (no particular AU but he’s still a musician)

Word count: 833

Recommended Songs: Golden Hour — JVKE; People — Agust D

Summary: A golden afternoon. One rooftop. Tangerine breadcrumbs. Two fools. One guitar. OR: “Guide me.” He uttered the two words so lowly that they rumbled against her ear.

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One Guitar, Tangerine Breadcrumbs, and a Golden Afternoon — by Nightscape Persona

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The afternoon had been spent away on the rooftop, amid billows of laughter and questions back and forth. She loved learning about him, hearing him talk.

The garden swayed with the wind, and she swayed with infatuation.

Though it was more than that now.

The golden hour stretched its fingers over their two bodies, feet apart from each other, sitting on the same bench. Still two awkward for close contact, yet budging closer by the minute.

She then had the great idea to remind him of the guitar.

His guitar.

A black guitar he brought with him. Because he was going to practice on the rooftop. To strum away his afternoon. Albeit the only thing that was strummed away was his heart, away into her gaze.

A black guitar against the bench. Crumbles of tangerine shortcake on the floor.

Anyways. She reminded him of his forgotten trinket. Maybe he’d prick the strings for her.

Or maybe not.

Yoongi asked if she played. Which was dumb, because he knew she did.

She answered yes, wondering why he’d ask that.

He asked her to play.

That’s not what she had in mind. Still, she picked up the instrument, handling it like you would an ancient artifact.

As if it was most fragile.

Most fragile, like her regard for his regard of her.

Most fragile because it was his, and he let her place her hands on it. Like he’d let her place them on his soul.

Maybe she was an exception, or maybe he let others do this too. Borrow his guitar. Play the strings for him. Tug at his heartstrings just a bit.

So she started to strum some chords. A loose melody that would maybe grow into a song. She wasn’t sure yet how the lyrics would go. Perhaps something about tangerine bread and golden afternoons.

Suddenly, he was moving to sit behind her, leaning forward on her back. He smiled at her over her shoulder, as if to look at her play from over there.

She looked at him in bewilderment. Was he really going to watch her play like this?

His next move surprised her even further. He put his arms around her and moved his fingers to delicately graze hers.

No, Yoongi was going to play with her.

As if close ain’t close enough.

“Guide me.”

He uttered the two words so lowly that they rumbled against her ear.

He smelled of coffee and cologne. Delectable, the americano he had been sipping before. Intoxicating, the smell of him.

“You of all people are asking me to guide you?,” she laughed, leaning back on his chest and shoulder, trying to conceal her nervousness. “You know, on the instrument you already know how to play?”

“Not with you. You make me forget everything I think I know.”

He brushed the words against her hair. Leaned his head against hers.

Her stomach plummeted. Her heart did a somersault.

And something changed in the air.

And it called for both of them to suddenly turn serious. Her throat ran dry, a heaviness falling over her limbs. Her heart hummingbirding in her chest.

The laughter gone, her tremulous fingers reached for his own on the guitar. His eyes traced her hands’ movement. She covered his fingers with hers, and led him along the chords.

It was a little bit awkward, and the notes didn’t come out quite right. But she kept going. She gently lifted his fingers and placed them around the strings. For the comfort of brushing his fingers, which had gone cold, just like hers, with the air growing colder and the sudden nervousness that settled in them both.

Was she afraid? Why was she so… insecure? Nervous?

The fear of something new.

The atmosphere teeming with growing feelings, unnerving realizations, and unsaid words. It ought to be.

Eventually, Yoongi just clasped his hands in hers, and she closed her eyes, against him. The evening was too cold to feel his warmth against her back, but she felt it all around her. Both opened their eyes to an orange sun falling in between the gray clouds and the city lights starting to glint beyond the rooftop.

There in the cold evening, they claimed a moment from time.

It was not just the prickling warmth of the March sun on their cheeks. Or the chilly wind messing with their hair. Or the temperature dropping as the sun continued sinking down.

It’s the way she felt, pressed up against him.

The future which was uncertainly certain. The peace of finding something that feels right, someone who feels right.

The quietness.

The chaos.

The beating of her heart.

The beating of his own.

The whirlwind of found feelings coming down into their rightful places. Of realizing that she belonged with him. Everything happening at once.

He resumed the strumming, softly. She felt herself breathe. He smiled against her neck.

Everything would be alright.

He was hers. She was his.

A sunset changing from orange to red.

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