#i regret meeting them and befriending them in my life

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ My personal volkov (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : max verstappen x fem reader

summary : max verstappen got married, and his fiancé cannot stop sharing their twisted love

tw : suggestive, fluff

a/n : thank you so much to @amberjazmyn for suggesting this ! lysm 🫶🏻 also, if not obvious, the fic contains references of twisted love by Ana Huang 🫶🏻

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landonorris helping him take over the husband duties

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fransisca.gnomes good job with the ring max 🌟💪🏻

maxverstappen1 your approval was only needed 🙄

maxverstappen1 aslo norris, I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THE PICTURES, I was supposed to announce MY ENGAGEMENT

landonorris best friends right ? maxverstappen1 meet me in Abu Dhabi

user1 AHAHAHAHA

user2 MOM AND DAD ARE MARRIED

user3 MR AND MRS VERSTAPPEN !?

user4 I want to taste both max and the pasta he made -

charlesleclerc Y/N, you sure you want to deal with his anger issues for life !?

maxverstappen1 WHAT ANGER ISSUES!?

yncooper exactly the way you are screaming over text in CAPS

yncooper and yes Charles, those anger issues lead tobest fucking of my life

maxverstappen1 Y/N!? HELLO!?

charlesleclerc I regret saying anything

lewishamilton then please calm him before every race, this lad is climbing over my car every time 🫷🏻

georgerussell you are using an emoji !?

lewishamilton so what ? 🤺

georgerussell you need to learn the correct usage of them

user5 they forgot we can see this-

user6 the freakiness on public account !?

user7 I don’t even want to imagine the private -

user8 no worries, some nudes might be there 🍑

user9 BUNDA

user10 🗿💀

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yncooper engaged men do it faster 😮‍💨🌟

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user1 yn never beating the freaky allegations

user2 I won’t be surprised if max whips out handcuffs

user3 they definitely spend millions on bdsm

user4 the dress has easier access-

user5 WHY ARE THE FANS MATCHING THE FREAKINESS !?

maxverstappen1 my skills were top notch since d1

yncooper true, best first date ever 🫶🏻

user6 YALL TELLING ME THEY GOT FREAKY ON FIRST DATE !?

user7 I won’t be surprised if they were just dating for 2 months

user6 surprisingly , they waited for two years 💀

user8 PROJECT VERSTAPPEN IS GOING TO HAVE SOME FINE LOOKS?

user9 blonde, blue eyes, rich parents, yup I would get my kid to befriend their kid

user10 their kid or befriend the kid’s parents 🗿

user11 MAX WINNING THE 100 WDC

user12 that’s biologically impossible 🦅

charlesleclerc do you both bother reading what your fans write ?

yncooper yes, sadly me and max don’t have twisted love

user13 DID SHE QOUTE TWISTED LOVE !?

user14 max and Alex volkov….

user15 THATS A SMASH

user16 I get a TMI every time she posts ✋🏻

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redbullracing the three aspects of happy married life “ Stress, tears and beer” 🍻

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user1 my wife said they quoted perfectly 🗿

user2 admin has marriage trauma

user3 admin got too real 💀

user4 max is going after the admin with a knife for posting that pic

user5 them crying on the altar 😭

user6 they are so cute 😭🥹

maxverstappen1 the middle and last picture is perfect ❤️

redbullracing the best for the best 🌟

ynverstappen my heart 🥹 thank you for capturing the sweet and teary moments ❤️

redbullracing welcome to red fam ❤️

user7 y/n chugging down beer is somehow the most y/n thing she could do

user8 max watching y/n chug down 10 glasses of beer be like-

landonorris @ mclaren will I also get such appreciation post on my wedding ?

mclaren a wedding needs two humans Lando

landonorris I have Oscar 🧡

mclaren kindly do not engage in spoiling Oscily 🧡

user9 WE SUPPORT OSCAR AND LILY

user10 admin shutting down lando for Oscar and lily 😭

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ynverstappen the eyes never lie, my Alex Volkov 💋

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carlossainz55 you both deserve the world ❤️

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lewishamilton if you ever have marriage troubles, just call me up

maxverstappen1 says the unmarried virgin man

ynverstappen the person staying virgin for the next few month would you max and THANK YOU LEWIS FOR THE LOVELY GIFT 🫶🏻

lewishamilton your welcome yn ❤️

charlesleclerc what did he give …..

ynverstappen Cheval Blanc 1947

charlesleclerc Lewis, I am your teammate, I deserve that too 🫶🏻

landonorris you managed to click a photo max without his racing suit …

ynverstappen I have a whole album ..?

landonorris send me few

ynverstappen nude, semi-nude, shirtless or with clothes ?

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[chosopie]

I love the conquer Sukana but imagine this. You baby brother Yuji, met Sukana on a walk last night after sneaking out and 'befriend' him so y/b obviously is worried cause who this Sukana so she goes with Yuji and meets Sukana herself. Sukana falls in love and rizz her up successfully so technically Yuji Unknownly set Sukana and Y/n up

MISSION: LOVE - RYOMEN SUKUNA

It was night time—the forbidden hours. Yuji mustered up the courage to bring himself outside without asking you for permission. You were sound asleep, without a single worry in your head as your mind wandered into the land of dreams. He felt guilty for going behind your back, especially since all you ever did was take care of him and try to keep him safe from the dangers of the world.

Yuji was already 15, and he was very much capable of taking a night stroll. Except it wasn’t really night anymore, it was midnight, 12:34 A.M. to be exact. You were going to kill him for going out this late, but he knew it was going to be worth it as long as his plan works.

You have been single for quite a while and Yuji thought it was time for you to meet someone. It was his way of giving back after everything you did for him. He wanted you to have someone else in your life. Your routine was pitiful to look at, for it was an endless cycle of work-cook-clean-attend to Yuji. He felt guilty for being your responsibility at all times, since your parents were no longer there to do that job.

“She must be so miserable,” Yuji sighed.

The cold breeze blew his face, and he smiled in delight, taking in the serenity and freedom the midnight had offered him. He raked his hair with his fingers as he continued to walk towards the nearby convenience store. There had to be someone there who could be a perfect candidate. He pondered, his mind replaying the exact words you told him when he asked you what your type was.

“Someone strong, capable, tall, and intimidating. I kind of like the bad boys, you know?” Those were the exact words you said.

Yuji kept repeating your words in his head like a mantra while he walked towards he glass doors. He pushed them open, and his eyes got to work, scanning every person in the room. His eyes landed on the cashier guy. He was quite short and nerdy-looking. He has a nice nose but he just seemed too uptight.

Nope. Next.

There was this tall man in a blue shirt who was checking the fruits. He looked like a foreigner. He had blonde hair, a tall and muscular stature, but he also seemed like some goody two shoes type of guy.

Next.

“Woah,” Yuji gasped as he stared at the big and tall man who was checking the beers in the refrigerator. He had pink hair, tattoos, and an ear piercing. He had this grumpy and intimidating aura. “He’s perfect.”

He quickly walked up to him, but suddenly got shy and scared. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at the guy. “Excuse me… are you single?”

The big stranger grimaced. “Fuck off, will you? Aren’t you a teenager? Plus, I ain’t into that gay shit.”

“No,” Yuji squeaked, clearly embarrassed and regretting his choice of words now. “You might be interested in my older sister.”

The man thought about it, then looked back at Yuji. “Is she hot?”

“I don’t know how to answer that…”

“Alright, whatever. Give me her number.”

“I’ll just tell her to come here,” Yuji took his phone out and dialed in your number. “Uh, what’s your name, sir?”

“Sukuna.”

-

“What the fuck?” You groaned and rubbed your eyes. Your phone loudly rang and vibrated.

“Yuji” the contact name was displayed on your screen, causing you to panic. You quickly tapped on the button to accept his call.

“Oh my god, where are you? What happened?” You frantically asked him.

“It’s my new friend Sukuna. Convenience store. Now.” Yuji quickly dropped the call before you could ask more questions.

“Who on earth is Sukuna?” You groaned and rummaged your closet for some clothes, preparing yourself for whatever mess Yuji had gotten himself into. The frustration was getting to you, not only because you were tired and sleepy, but also because Yuji had decided to venture off at night all alone without your permission. What was he even thinking? Of course, you were more worried than mad, especially when you heard the name of another man. A million scenarios raced around your head, your mind trying to pick the most probable situation.

-

“Yuj!” You pushed the door open and searched all the aisles until you reached the alcohol section where Yuji stood with a stranger. “Who is this?”

Yuji deviously smile, mischief glinting in his eyes. “What’cha think about him? He’s your type, right?”

“Are you kidding me, Yuji?”

Now you were really angry. All that trouble because Yuji was trying to set you up with someone? What if he met someone dangerous? You shook away your frustrations, your attention now on the mad that stood before you. Shit, he is handsome. You hated to admit but Yuji succeeded.

“Yeah, he is,” you quietly mumbled, and you felt your face grow hot.

“What’s that?” Sukuna pointed behind you.

You quickly turned around, and found nothing. “Huh?” When you turned back to face them, you felt a finger poke your cheek.

“What a fucking dumbass,” Sukuna laughed.

“I wouldn’t fall for that if we were friends, but you’re just a stranger,” you protested. Your face was now as pink as his hair.

“Let’s change that, dumb woman.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Fine, I’ll stop, only because you’re pretty…” Sukuna sighed.

“Good,” you beamed.

“…Pretty dumb.” He added, his big hand ruffling your hair. Ignoring his corny remark, you couldn’t help but smile at the oddly sweet gesture.

Yuji triumphantly smirked, his arms crossed while he watched the two of you. “I’m way too good at this.”

[slackerlifewhere]

What Kim Rok Soo probably thinks about Cale Henituse

Okay, so I mentioned that I'm rereading the first part now so I can finally read the second part of the novel.

While reading, I noticed how calm and normal Kim Rok Soo is about Cale. Like yeah, he finds him amusing and interesting, but coming from a man who has read five volumes and notices (and remembers) every little detail about it, it makes me wonder what he truly thinks about Cale Henituse.

[✋Possible SPOILERS for the first part of TCF ✋]

As I reread the story in the first few chapters, despite how little Cale Henituse's importance is in The Birth of a Hero or how few his appearances are since it focuses on Choi Han's adventure, Kim Rok Soo somehow describes moments that make Cale look like trash but it's like he understands why the noble was like that before they switched bodies (except for the Harris village since he didn't know about that until OG Cale mentions it).

Like think about it. We all know KRS grew up with his abusive uncle. He knows how bad it is to live with an alcoholic but he doesn't judge Cale's antics when he's "drunk". We also know that he's been alone most of his life so he probably thinks that Cale is just a lonely person because of his reputation.

Guessing that there are some assholes during the apocalypse (I haven't read the side stories yet but I can guess), he probably thinks that Cale is more complex than what he shows in the books because he has seen the worst kind of people that makes Cale look like a normal person. After switching bodies, Venion, White Star, Arm, and Adin are definitely 1000% worse than Cale.

Kim Rok Soo is very sharp when it comes to understanding people. He understands Choi Han and Alberu's problems and understands the trauma the kids went through. He also understands how corrupt nobles and priests are and doesn't judge Mary and the Dark Elves all because of a stupid religion. He understands how hard it was for Lock during the war and was comforting about it his own weird way.

He's a perceptive and understanding person.

Although he's incredibly bad at judging himself, he's good at judging a person through their motives and actions. It's why he somehow befriends Toonka and Bud. It's why he became allies with Hannah and Fredo. It's why he quietly listens to DHB later on. He understands people and it's why people like and trust him.

In short, he knows that there's something more than what the books say about Cale Henituse.

It's kind of the reason why it made me pause a bit when he finally meets OG Cale.

Their conversation was so calm, it's as if they knew each other for a very long time instead of just literally a few minutes ago. He easily accepted what OG Cale has to say about his mother and his new life as Kim Rok Soo and he trusts him with his former team. Like I've mentioned before in my other post, he's happy for both of them because they're both content with their new lives despite their regrets in their last lives.

Cale looked at Kim Rok Soo, who was laughing and making gestures that he would never have made, and nonchalantly added on.

“I guess you’ve really been happy.”

He recalled the moment he met with Lee Soo Hyuk and got the ‘Embrace’ ability.

Lee Soo Hyuk had handed Cale the ability and told him about the real Cale Henituse as he disappeared.

‘Oh, by the way, the original owner of your body is living well too. He’s happy. That is why Jung Soo, I, and everybody is happy.’

Kim Rok Soo had a bright smile that suited a twenty-year-old person and not someone in his mid-thirties.

- Chapter 656: Everything can be connected

I'm guessing that when he read the parts about Cale throwing bottles at a random asshole in the books, he probably thought that he might do the same thing. Remember how badly he reacted when he learned about the slaves being sent to the Empire? He basically used the same tactic but instead of throwing the bottle at someone, he drank a lot because of how pissed he was and made it look like the "trash" he is while waiting for everyone's signal.

He even has some thoughts about how annoyed he is whenever the knights or butlers would flinch away since he knows Cale never tried to actually harm them. And he knows about Cale's troubles with the staff back home in the Henituse territory.

So yeah, it's pretty sweet in a way that Cale Henituse has someone who kind of understands him and won't judge him for his actions even though Kim Rok Soo doesn't know everything about him because of the books (like his conversation with Basen).

“It looks like you will need to struggle a little longer, but anyway, live well. Please take care of my family.”

“Please take care of my team members.”

Both men let go of each other’s hand with a small amount of sorrow visible in their eyes.

- Chapter 657: Everything can be connected

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

There's A First For Everything - Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader SMUT

Summary: You've been dating Edward for a few months now, and you're finally ready to take a more intimate step in your relationship with him. His lack of experience, as well as yours, leads to a clumsy, yet enjoyable night neither of you will forget. (Alternatively: two virgins have sex for the first time.)

Contents/Possible Warnings: P in V sex, Loss of virginity, Reader is a virgin, Edward is also a virgin, unprotected sex, creampie, handjob, singular mention of alcohol consumption (no one is drunk/tipsy), soft sex, slight praise kink, fluff, SMUT, MDNI

Other Notes: I haven't written anything in months, so my apologies if this isn't too good. Trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy!! 💚

It had only been a little under half a year since you had met and befriended Edward after meeting him through a friend of yours who worked with him, and about three months since you started dating him, but you had never fallen for someone so strong and quickly before. He was timid, and at times a bit awkward, but past that he held an intelligence and sweetness that made your heart fill to the brim and swell with a wonderful feeling of pure admiration and love that made you wonder how you previously lived without it.

As much as it pained you to admit, you've never been good at relationships. Whether it be your own fears or a lack of genuine connection between you and your partner at the time, something always left things ending sooner than you'd have liked them to. For the first time in what felt like ages, though, you were finally seeing a glimmer of hope in your love life.

You loved him, and that made you believe the concept of there being "the one" truly existed. You wanted to love him in every way you possibly could, and you wanted him to do the same to you. Your newfound love made you a lot more bolder, too.

"Do you want to stay the night at my place?" You blurted out one night after a particularly successful dinner date, feeling a lot more confident in yourself than you usually did. Maybe the small glass of wine you had earlier also helped you along.

"Oh?" Is all he could respond with, mesmerizing emerald green eyes widening a tiny bit in shock that he quickly tried to hide behind a more casual look. Despite his attempted change in expression, you had caught on quick to the sudden apprehension that overtook him, as well as the way he tried to keep his calm. For a split second, you thought you had fucked up and made him uncomfortable. Then he smiled, a light blush covering his cheeks.

A smile. That's a good sign. God, I hope it's a good sign.

"Are you sure?—" He questioned, quickly cutting himself off and averting his gaze as he seemed to regret what he just said. "That was—I'm– I didn't mean to be rude—" He stammered out, stumbling over his words. "Im not good at these things, I'm sorry." He apologized with a nervous laugh, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"I'm not good at them, either," You reassured, smiling sheepishly as it was your turn to blush. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." You looked away, trying to suppress your growing anxiety.

Fuckfuckfuck, what If I tried to move too fast and—

"I want to." He said, trying to act casual, excitement given away only by the way he grinned at you, blush on his face now worsened in the best way possible. "Lead the way."

You were lucky your apartment was only a short walk away from the restaurant, or else you may have died on the walk home from the eager, nervous racing of your heart. There was a first for everything in life, and you were tired of waiting for this first to come to you on its own. You were determined to make it happen; no backing out when you wanted it so much, especially with him.

Everything moved quickly once you had unlocked your door and closed it behind you, leaving only the two of you. You took full advantage of your sudden burst of confidence, even if it was steadily decreasing as you entered further into new territory. You kissed him with passion which he eagerly reciprocated, the kiss only deepening as you led him further into your apartment and into your bedroom.

It was when your back was to the bed and your shirt was thrown somewhere to the ground along with his own that you hesitated. It was new, and it was as scary as it was amazing. You broke the kiss, holding his face gently in your hands as you both paused, looking into each other's eyes with a shared apprehension and desire for the other.

"I've never done this before," You told him with a soft smile. "Be gentle, but not too gentle." He took a deep breath upon hearing the information that he'd be your first. You'd be his, something he craved since the day he met you, but it was also something he didn't believe he deserved. You thought he was perfect? He thought you were an angel, the only light in the whole of Gotham, and the whole of his life. To him, he was beyond repulsive. Some type of vermin born from the depths of Gotham's filth.

You saw the way he sunk into his thoughts, and you were fast to pull him out of them before he fell in too deep. "Hey," You mumbled, voice gentle, pulling him in closer. "What's wrong? We can stop if you don't want to go—" The pressing of his lips to yours cut you off.

"I don't deserve you," He smiled down at you, almost sadly. "Are you sure you want me to be your first? I'm...." He trailed off, looking for the right words. "I'm inexperienced, too." He carefully pushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You deserve to be given the best, I don't want to ruin such an important moment for you."

You kissed him lovingly in reply. "You won't ruin it," You comforted. "I want you more than anything or anyone else, even if we're both a bit clumsy or awkward." Your once reassuring smile then turned into a more seductive look as you helped move his slightly shaky hands to the clasp of your bra, helping him undo it and letting the garment slip off. "Don't be afraid, Eddie. You can touch as much as you want, honey."

'Honey.' That single word made his heart warm. He'd do anything to hear you say that again. Anything to hear that makes him feel just as loved and just as wanted. You were an angel. His angel.

He reached out a hand, touching your breast experimentally, enjoying your light moan as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You were soft and warm he realized at that moment, and the closeness of you both felt like bliss. He wanted to be even closer, and you felt the same.

You tugged off each other's pants, the clothing joining the growing pile on the floor of your bedroom. It was just two pairs of thin fabric separating the two of you now, and you were equally as ready to close the gap.

You were the first to make the move, pulling his boxers down and letting his hardened cock spring out. It wasn't overly large by any means, but it was certainly above average. It almost intimidated you, but fuck did you want it inside of you. You were growing wetter by the second.

You looked up at him for permission, which he granted, before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroking it, being as experimental with your touches as he was with his. He groaned, head leaning back and his eyes screwing shut as you continued your movements, steadily increasing your pace.

"Does that feel good, Eddie?" You purred into his ear, taking pleasure in the myriad of noises slipping from his mouth. He let out a whiny 'Mhmm' in response, head beginning to cloud with ecstasy. He was a smart man, smarter than anyone else you knew, but you were turning him ditsy with your touch.

"S-Stop—" He stuttered out, bringing you to a halt. "D-Dont wanna cum yet–" He said hurriedly, watching your hand leave him. He took a small moment to reign himself back in, bringing himself further away from the edge. Once he was calm enough, he began to pull down your panties, soaked from your arousal. It ignited a sort of pride in him to see just how much of an effect he had on your body.

You helped him line up with your waiting entrance. It was now or never. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, a long moan muffled against you as he finally sunk into your pussy. You gasped at the feeling, the stretch unusual but causing pleasure to shoot through you.

"Fuck!" You cursed, nails instinctively digging into his back in an attempt to ground yourself. "How are you so big?" You moaned out, whimpering in pleasure as you felt him begin to move slowly. "E-Eddie—"

"Does it feel good for you, too?" He asked in a voice shaky from pleasure, hips slowly rocking against yours. "A-Am I doing this right?"

You pulled him into a kiss, moaning into it along with him as you pulled him in close, bodies melding into each other in a yearning for as much intimacy as possible. It was just the two of you in this moment, and neither of you ever wanted it to end. It wasn't just sex, it never was, you were showing each other just how much love was felt between you, even if it was still relatively new.

"You're so tight," He whimpered, body shaking as he struggled to not become entirely overwhelmed by the experience. "Feel so good. I love you. Love you so much." He began to speed up, a mixture of desperate noises leaving him as he tried to get more and more of you. "C-Close— 'm gonna cum soon–"

His finish was speeding towards him faster with each thrust into you, and you weren't far behind. Still, you weren't as close as he was. You needed just a little bit more to push you over that edge you needed so badly to cross. You found one of his hands, bringing it to your clit. "Slowly," You instructed, letting him rub at the sensitive bud. "Just like that, Eddie." You praised, back arching as a new layer of sensation was added to the experience.

It took less than a minute before he came with a whine of your name, the feeling of his thick cum spilling deep into your pussy triggering your own orgasm. The feeling coursed through your body, consuming you in never had before. He continued to move against you until both of your climaxes subsided, leaving you both pleasantly exhausted as you came down from your highs.

He pulled out, snuggling up beside you as you sat in a comfortable silence. Your eyes fluttered shut as you smiled to yourself. You had finally done it, and it was even more rewarding than you expected it to be. You were satisfied and in love, and nothing felt better.

"Don't fall asleep on me," Edward mumbled softly, a small smile on his face as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. "I want to cuddle a bit longer." You leaned into him, face nuzzling into his chest.

You wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

[miukki960]

Okay, so I just finished Love for Love's Sake and..... I have so many thoughts. I could wax poetic for hours about how much I loved the show, but right now what I really want to talk about is my theory on the ending and the whole concept of the "game."

Please bare with me as I don't make posts like this (or any at all for that matter) often. Please forgive me if it's incoherent, my thoughts tend to run faster than my fingers can type lol.

Here we go!

First, who is the author sunbae? I think he's the embodiment of death. When Myungha wished on the shooting star for 1. Someone to care for him and love him and 2. To disappear,he was wearing what I'm pretty sure is the same outfit as when we first see him in the bar back in episode 1. This leads me to believe Death heard his wish, so when Myungha decides to end his life and regrets his decision in the last moment, Death decides to give him a chance to change his fate.

So he creates the "game" based on a novel he supposedly wrote. I believe this is a false memory he gives to Myungha so he will willingly play the game and try to change his fate. Which leads me to my second point...

Myungha is the author. The show did a very good job at keeping this subtle at the beginning. We as an audience are led to believe he is simply transported into the videogmae world and is at the mercy of the dating sim, but they show us multiple times that that's not the case.

Once, when Myungha mentions that the missions are written in his handwriting, a second time when we get a flashback of him actually writing these missions in a notebook at the bar, and a final time when we see him pen the shows Ultimate Mission using the Author's Pen, "Please make Cha Yeowoon Happy."

I started to get the idea that Myungha was the author back in the first few episodes when we started to see the side missions. Every mission he got screamed to me "this mission is actually for you, not Yeowoon." What was the first thing he did when he was supposed to get Yeowoon more friends? He befriended Kyunghoon himself. Save 3,000,000 won? For himself. Get Yeowoon followers? Using HIS Instagram. Which leads to point number three....

The game Myungha is sent to is actually a reenactment of his senior year of high school. All the characters he meets are actual people in his earlier life, his grandma, Kyunghoon, Sangwon. But in his original "playthrough" he didn't bother to befriend or interact with them, so they went about their lives unaffected, and he forgot they existed. I say all this with the exception of Cha Yeowoon.

Cha Yeowoon is a mirrored reflection of Myungha created by Death and inserted into the game. Myungha said himself at the beginning that Yeowoon was his favorite character because he reminds him of himself. Later on, we learn that their backgrounds are almost identical too. Yeowoon lost his mother, has an absent runaway father, and was raised by his grandmother. Myungha has a dead father, absent runaway mother, and is being raised by his grandmother. So at the beginning when Death asks Myungha if he will change Yeowoon's fate and rewrite his story, he's really talking about Myungha.

Adding to this, I also noticed something rather spectacular narratively in the second half of the show. The whole show, we watched Myungha try and (mostly) succeed at making Yeowoon happy. But suddenly I realized, as we watched him get happier and happier, Myungha was falling deeper and deeper into a sadness rivaling how we saw Yeowoon in the beginning. We stopped seeing the calculations of Yeowoon's affection level, and instead saw error messages and system malfunctions, representing Myungha's emotional state.

Which begs the ultimate question on everyone's minds to be answered. If the whole point of sending Myungha back to his 19yo self and giving him Yeowoon was to get him to love himself and be happy, why were the system malfunctions so devastatingly awful and cruel? Answer: because Myungha is the author, and he's depressed and self-destructive.

He begins to feel happy with the changes he's made, he sees Yeowoon happier and he feels like he's succeeding, yet the countdown message to his death still appears. It's ominous and impending and a constant reminder that he's failing. So as the author, he tries to revert back to factory settings by getting rid of the major changes to his life, Yeowoon and his grandmother. The two people who love him most, and the two people he thinks he deserves the least.

Sangwon said it the best. Myungha's main issue is that he refuses to receive love, both from others and himself. Which is why he fails the game and dies a second time. He followed the missions for Yeowoon and refused to let them break down his own walls like they were ment to.

But Death does see the change in him through Yeowoon. Being Myungha's mirror, Yeowoon represents the change that was supposed to happen to Myungha. So when Myungha (the him he hates) deletes himself in order to make Yeowoon (the him he loves) happy ("please make Cha Yeowoon happy"), Yeowoon is able to go full-meta, breaking through the game and rewriting the mission to "Please make Tae Myungha happy."

Thus saving Myungha and allowing him a third chance at a happy life, where he receives just as much love as he gives.

Don't ask me about the "he comes back disjointed from Yeowoon's timeline" thing bc I don't understand it narratively but it sure does make for a visually pleasing ending.

[letteredlettered]

Hi! I was wondering are there any other pairings that you would consider for Draco and Harry? What appeals to you about those pairings?

Honestly, the only other person I ship Harry with is Ginny. I'm not likely to read Harry/Ginny fic, but that's a ship I can really imagine being happily ever after in a way that lives on in my head. Meanwhile I will totally read Harry/Snape, Harry/Sirius, or the crossgen ships, but I do not ship them and mostly really just want some nice smut in those corners of the fandom.

But for Draco, I ship Draco/Hermione in a major way. But I'm really afraid of reading fic for them because I'm just kind of assuming the dynamic will be a lot of a) Hermione deciding Ron isn't her intellectual equal and therefore is a bad partner, which is something I cannot stand and makes me almost want to like Ron out of sheer spite, b) Hermione deciding Malfoy is her intellectual equal and therefore a suitable partner, when he's really not; no one is her intellectual equal and that really is okay, c) Hermione deciding Malfoy is really hot and fuckable, or d) Malfoy deciding Hermione's gotten really hot and fuckable because she's smoothing down her hair and wearing fashionable clothes, which I despise viscerally.

Meanwhile all I've ever wanted in my life is Malfoy growing up and being a bit more mature and having some regrets and then meeting Hermione again and absolutely losing his mind for her. Like she is so smart and so talented and so powerful and so honorable and so good that he just worships her. And he's like "well that's very nice; I've turned over a new leaf and can respect a Muggleborn; I am an improved member of society," except his dick keeps being inconvenient about it.

And slowly Malfoy realizes that Hermione with her bushy hair and bad clothes is perhaps the hottest woman on earth. And it really, really sucks because Hermione is infinitely kind to him and the only person in this new society who has ever really given former Death Eaters, and also him specifically, a second chance. And she's so warm to him and generous and good and laughs at his little jokes. And also she would never be romantically interested in him in like. Ever.

She's literally never thought of him that way, not even once. She mostly pities him and kind of thinks he's a funny little guy. And Harry is like WTF he called you slurs and you were tortured in his house, and she's like, "We must move beyond our past, Harry," and she really does, but it literally never occurs to her that Malfoy is a man. He's a human being who deserves a chance. And at some point maybe someone even points out that Malfoy is a man that may have some kind of romantic or sexual desires in this world, like maybe they think Malfoy's a hunk and wonder who he might be dating, and Hermione is a startled by this because she's literally never considered it and then goes right back to not considering it, she has so little interest.

This is really the fic that I want to read. Like Draco making heart eyes for hundreds of pages and meanwhile Hermione pioneers space travel and the cure for cancer. BUT I would also be fine if eventually Hermione did notice him and return his affection, but only after like, a RIDICULOUS amount of him pining while she is so completely oblivious that she makes Wei Wuxian look super aware.

Anyway, that's my other main Draco ship, though I quite like Draco/Ginny too. I'm not sold on a particular ship dynamic, though I somehow doubt fic about them is really focused on the shared trauma of Voldemort befriending them and using them and threatening them and throwing them away, which is what I would really be into for them. I also just think they're kind of hot, I guess, though honestly most Ginny pairings are hot because she's hot.

I'll read some crossgen stuff and I'd possibly read like, idk, Draco/Lupin or Draco/Neville and like it, but I think my heart is really set on Draco/Harry or Draco/Hermione, even if I'll never read the latter.

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being in love with Aegnor but him being in love with someone else

You would do anything to ensure his happiness, including watching him love someone else.

Requested by Anon

Hello. Can you please write something about Aegnor x female Elf Reader with an angsty start and a happy ending? Please 🛐💕💕💕💕

Warnings: pining, social awkwardness, mentions of the kin slaying, crossing of Helcaraxe, death, angst, war, unrequited love, the Sudden Flames, death of characters, wandering alone, eventual return to the undying lands, reunion, and a half-happy ending?

(I'm sorry if this is not the one you had in mind, but this is all my mind would come up with. Also, this might have been done a bit messily. I had more trouble with the inspiration than I thought. )

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- You had known Aegnor for most of your life. Part of you almost wished you had never met him that day, as it might have spared you a lot of pain. However, the other part wouldn't have changed it for the world.

- You first met him when you were children. 

- You were an awkward quiet kid. You did not know how to make many friends and you kinda hated that about yourself. You were the total opposite of what a proud Noldor should be. 

- Then you met Aegnor at a social gathering. 

- It was an accidental meeting. Your parents had forced you to accompany them to a social gathering held outdoors in a garden. You brought a book with you, intending to avoid socializing, and found a quiet place to read, away from the others.

- You were engrossed with your book, but then you heard sounds coming from the bush beside you, then another elfling jumped through, dumping into you. 

- It was awkward as you both stared at each other in shock. You became more embarrassed when you recognized him as Aegnor, one of Prince Finarfin’s sons. 

- He quickly apologized and giggled, asking you to be quiet because he was playing hide and seek with his siblings and cousins.

- You kept quiet, but you two were quickly found by one of his cousins, Fingon. 

- They asked you why you were there alone, and you were too embarrassed to tell them. They then asked if you wanted to join them in their game. 

- You asked if it would be weird for you to join, but Aegnor did not care and pulled you along. 

- Perhaps that was the moment you fell in love with him. 

- You had fun with them while you played, even proved yourself good at hiding. 

- When it was time for you to leave, you almost didn’t want to go. Your parents looked surprised when you returned to them with Aegnor and bid him farewell. They teased you for it and were delighted that you were actually playing with someone. 

- You did not like their teasing and refused to tell them about it.  

- You kinda regretted not asking if you could see him again when the years passed, but accepted it was just a one-time thing and tried to forget it. 

- Until the day arrived when you would become one of lord Tulkas’s students and start your warrior training. You met Aegnor again with his brother. 

- He had grown taller and his hair shone gold like the leaves of Laurelin. When he saw you, he recognized you immediately. He did not hesitate to come and greet you like you two were old friends. 

- You became shy around him again but did not try to run away and catch up to him. 

- The training day went quickly with him around. And when you had trouble finding a sparring partner, he agreed to be your partner. 

- You spent a lot of time together sparring. You eventually confessed to him that you didn’t have a lot of friends because you were shy. 

- He then said he was more than willing to become your friend and that's how you then became friends. 

- You became eager to see him during training, getting to know each other and even befriending his brother Angrod. 

- You even started seeing him outside the training as he brought you along and wanted to help you open up and get friends for yourself. You followed him around like a duck, as it felt easy for him to lead and you to follow. 

- You got along with his cousins and even became odd friends with his sister, Galadriel. You were both the quiet type, but you got along well and understood each other without saying much. That baffled her brothers and they thought you two became good friends enough to use Osawne, which was not the case. 

- You grew together with them, and perhaps that’s how your crush on him only grew. 

- You both became great fighters under lord Tulkas’ teachings. You two were perhaps his best students. However, Aegnor was slightly better than you. He grew taller and physically stronger, beating you in each sparring match. 

- You sometimes managed to beat him as you were swifter in feet. 

- He grew up to be a passionate elf, even though he sometimes got into trouble with his cousins from Prince Feanor’s house. 

- Thanks to him, you managed to become more social and make more friends than try to hide away from everything. You still disliked social gatherings but managed to become more tolerant toward them. 

- You and Aegnor were slight opposites as he was passionate and wild, while you were calm and cool. 

- When you both grew up, you began to take notice of your crush on him but held them back since he most likely only saw you as a friend. 

- It was not hard to hide them from him since he was pretty oblivious, but his sister was the only one you couldn’t hide your feelings from. 

- You told her about your feelings for her brother, and she was supportive and even tried to encourage you to go with them. However, you did not want to risk your friendship with Aegnor, so you never did. 

- You were also only from a lower noble class while he was a prince, so to you, he was beyond your league. 

- You had become close friends with Fingon and Aegnor’s older brother Finrod as you had gotten pulled into their shenanigans. You cared for them and often sought advice from Finrod. He had unintentionally become an older brother figure to you. 

- However, after such a long peaceful life in Aman. Things began to go wrong when the Valars released Melkor from his captivity. 

- The fallen Vala managed to reap chaos and mistrust as Feanor had become more hostile toward his half-brothers and even pulled a sword on Fingolfin’s neck. 

- The Valars punished Prince Feanor and banished him temporarily from Tirion. 

- It managed to calm things down for some time, but it did not end the unrest as Melkor was still allowed to walk free. 

- Then worst happened when Feanor was summoned back, and Melkor destroyed the two trees, sending Aman into darkness. 

- Feanor went mad and attacked the Teleri in Alqualonde to steal their ships. You were there to defend the Teleri with Aegnor and his siblings as they tried to protect the Teleri, but the battle had come to a devastating end and the port was filled with death. 

- What was even worse, even you, and those who tried to defend the Teleri were doomed and banished from Aman. 

- Feanor had then sailed to Middle Earth with his sons and host and burned the boats, forcing Fingolfin and the rest of you to cross Helcaraxe. 

- You and your family were loyal to Fingolfin, and for your friendship with Aegnor, you left with them too. 

- The journey was cruel as many lost their lives to the cold and the ice, including some people from your family. 

- Aegnor helped you to get through and comfort you through the loss. You were grateful for it and through many grueling days, you all managed to reach Middle Earth. 

- Things in Beleriand were no better. 

- Feanor had lost his life at the hands of Balrogs, his eldest son was captured by the enemy, and the Noldor were divided by those led by Fingolgin and those who followed the sons of Feanor. 

- You stayed by Aegnor’s side and eventually, things calmed down when Fingon went to rescue Maedhros from the enemy, and the latter relinquished the title of high king to Fingolfin. You did not support the sons of Feanor for their actions, but you felt respect for the eldest son for his decision since it allowed the unrest to die down. 

- Aegnor grew to despise them for their actions and felt slightly betrayed that Fingon would decide to save one of the kin slayers. Luckily, you managed to talk to him and the two retained their friendship over the years. 

- You stayed close to Aegnor so you could offer him your blade when needed, and then you watched how he fell in love with a human woman named Andreth. 

- Your heart broke at the sight, but when he looked happy with her, you felt happy for him too. You could not even blame him. You met Andreth, and she was a kind and wise woman from her people. You could even say that you loved her dearly too. You could not be mad at her for having Aegnor’s heart and it made you sad that the two couldn’t be together due to the rule of not marrying during war. 

- To avoid putting yourself in their way, you try to focus on other things and distance yourself from the pair’s happiness. 

- You were then approached by Finrod, who was against the relationship. He was a fond friend to the race of men, but in his mind, an elf and a human couldn't be together due to the mortality of humans.

- You actually defended Aegnor’s and Andreth’s relationship. He was not wrong that their fates would be different and that war did not allow marriages, but you believed they should be allowed to be happy while they still had time together. 

- Finrod was surprised by your reasoning and then asked about your feelings for Aegnor. He had been aware of them the whole time. He also asked what you would do since Aegnor will most likely never know love again after Andreth is gone or leave the halls of Mandos if he dies so he could wait for her return. 

- You answered even though you loved him, you cared about his happiness more than your own. If that is what Aegnor wished then you will not oppose it. 

- Finrod felt saddened for you but respected your decision. 

- Then the horrible tragedy struct when Morgoth released the flames from Thangorodrim and orcs flooded Dorthonion. You fought all you could, but you then had to witness Aegnor’s and his brother’s death. Unable to do anything. 

- You were filled with rage and started killing all the orcs you could. Unfortunately, there were too many of them, and you passed out from exhaustion. 

- However, instead of dying or finding yourself captured. You woke up beneath some hubris and dug your way out. 

- You witnessed the devastation left by the orcs and then you were found by Andreth, who was glad to see you alive. 

- You both mourned Aegnor’s death and tried to bury him and his brother as best as you two could since the orcs did not spare mangling their bodies beyond recognition. 

- You then stayed with Andreth in her home, mourning and contemplating everything that had happened. Andreth had been aware of your love toward Aegnor, and then you two comforted each other. 

- You stayed with her until the end of her days, as Aegnor was not able to do so, and you felt your heart break for her too. You did not know what else to do now that they both were gone, but you then decided to return to those who were still alive. 

- You were welcomed by Finrod, who was surprised yet glad to find you alive since the destruction of Dorthonion. He allowed you to stay in Nargothrond until many years later, when it was destroyed by Glaurung, forcing you to go on the run.

- You lost many things over the years. By luck, you managed to reunite with your friend Galadriel and stay with her till the war of wrath. 

- Since some of you were granted a pardon to return to Aman, you decided to sail and be reunited with your family. 

- Many years later, you were reunited with Finrod, then surprisingly with Aegnor, who you believed would never return after Andreth’s death. 

- You both spoke about the things that had happened and your feelings. 

- You both together mourned Andreth and perhaps in hopes you both would be waiting for her. You found peace and happiness with each other again despite the odds.

[heikyoprincesse]

So, here's the AU I said yesterday:

ASL brothers & Sanji: Sibling Relatonship AU

In this AU, what if the Baratie goes to Dawn Island more or less one year after Zeff adopt Sanji? Like, they're thinking about staying a year or two here.

So, think about a little Sanji, who's life just have started to being good life one year ago, going to a whole new island, with new peoples and all. The child is overthinking, what if the persons here are like his family? What if the other childs don't like him? What if's running in his mind make the little one anxious.

A couple of days later they arrived Zeff conviced Sanji to explore the island, like "Go explore and make some friends boy" and even if he don't want, he go to see the place.

Sanji is walking near the plants when he hear a sound, a loud sound. Scared, yet the boy still is curious, so he walks until he's near the trees, and BAM, three boys appear in front of him. The little blonde is scared as fuck, expecting a punch or anything like this.

His face is pale, the blue eye wide and his lips shivering, almost like a cat. And when the youngest of the boys the three go near him, Sanji puts his arms in front of his face, as a way of protection. He's acostumed with being hurted, afterall.

But even one punch don't come, instaed, who he hears is a excited voice saying "Hi! I'm Monkey D. Luffy! And you?" he looks at them so fast, choked, is really someone wanting to know his name? At seems, yes.

"I-I'm Sanji... Vinsmoke Sanji" he says, so low that the others almost don't hear him. But the youngest (who's also-proclamed Luffy) smile "That's a cool name! They are my brothers, the blonde is Sabo and the other is Ace!" he say, making Sanji's attention go to the other two, oh yes, he forget they're here too.

And then, a uncomfortable silence starts before the older guy with dark hair speak "You don't are from here, no? I never see you here!" he's tone is so mean that Sanji almost cry, shivering again.

"Ace! You're making him scared!" the one with blond hair says, seeming a little angry "I'm sorry about him... But that's true, no? You don't seem from here" he says with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes... I'm not from here" Sanji whisper, looking down "I'm here because the Baratie come, and I live with them, so..." he says, still feeling a strange thing in his chest, confused about why these guys not punched me yet?

"The ship with a restaurant?!" Luffy scream, excited "I see it yesterday! You live there?!" the boy was so excited about this that he don't notice the way his scream make Sanji shiver more and curl himself. But, Sabo and Ace notice.

"Hey, Luffy... I think you're scaring that boy" Sabo warn, his eyes in the younger boy with worry, why he's so nervous and scared? Sabo walks at him, intenting to see whats wrong, but Sanji protect himself, like if someone will hurt him... Maybe he passed through something bad?

"Hey...! No one will make any harm to you, understand?" the older guy with blond hair says, wanting to calm the little boy. He smiles noticing the way his shivers down a little, maybe he is starting to notice no one of them will punch him?

"Hey, guy... You're Sanji, no?" Ace finally says, a little nicer after notice that something was really wrong. "Yes... And you're Ace, yes?" Sanji talks back, a little smile in his lips.

And then, they start to see each other every day. A friendship forming.

Don't take much time to them (Sabo and Ace mostly) notice that's the weird guy who they befriend passed throught something bad, really bad. But he don't seem to like to talk about this, so none of them will ask.

And with three crazy brothers being his only friends, Sanji is always in trouble, with them of course. He ends up meeting Dandan (and she loves him, like- "what a nice and polite boy!") and the ASL meets Zeff (who of course is hafl-regreting making Sanji go explore- like, he befriend THREE troublemakers???).

Seeing each other every day, during a good amount of time, makes the ASL brothers see Sanji as one of them. And obviously, Sanji see them as brothers

They're having crazy and dangerous adventures everyday, but Sanji loves it. Because he's finally knowing what the love of a brother is.

He's being cared and loved as a way he never feel before. Sabo, Ace and Luffy have their own ways, but it's still really good. Sanji is having peoples (better, is having brothers) who look at him and don't see a failure, but a human, with good and bad things.

Sanji, who never knowed what a loving of a sibling is, now have three peoples showing him.

They pass two years in this way. Sometimes the Baratie need to go to other islands for a couple of days, but Sanji always come back for his siblings. Until, the Baratie need to go away.

This broke Sanji, who's hoped to live with his brothers (he even promised to be the cook of their ship!), and so is the ASL. They hug each other strong when the day to go away come, and they make a promise:

When they all are older, they will reunite and start to live and travel as brothers again!

. . .

That the AU I made! A little to much strange? Yes, but I like it.

So here's a more happy thing in this AU:

Sanji and Luffy seeing each other after years apart, and this will be SO cute. Like, they'll be happy, laughing and huging while the other will be like- "WTF is happening here?!-"

And I can't- I HAVE to do some hc with Sanuso in this AU-- like, I get SO MUCH ideas!

[justxtalking]

I'm so mad right now and I need to rant. I know I should get over it, but I literally can't. It's so annoying to meet hxh fans in real life.

I'm buying bit by bit the volumes of yu yu hakusho and hunter x hunter (level e is not available in my country), and reading them (again). I got volume 28 and took some photos of some panels that I liked and shared them as a collage in my story. It looked nice, I liked it and I am really happy that I finally got it. The thing is that a friend I haven't properly talked to for I don't know how long saw my story and realized that I liked hxh. We started talking, but damn, I don't regret sharing what I bought, but why are people like this? This is the second time it happens to me (third time if I include a non-fan but knows hxh): everytime someone hears that I like togashi's work, they start complaining about the popular hiatus (as if he's the only mangaka who does that). I so prefer to meet the guys who act all surprised everytime I go to buy a hxh volume in the comic book store. At least they try to make a conversation about the story and just ask me about my favorite character.

My conversation with this guy started with him just complaining about how togashi doesn't continue the story and he should leave it to someone else but he's too proud and blablabla. I tried to be sympathetic since he seems to be a fan of his work from years ago, but I did defend togashi a whole lot (he said I should stop defending him but never in my life I would do such a thing). I find it awful how some fans still put so much pressure on togashi to continue hxh when we know about his condition. And to just leave the story to someone else? It's clear that those people haven't done anything close to a story to say that.

I literally already made peace with the fact that I don't need an ending. As a fan, of course I want to know how it ends. But also as a fan, I don't want him to sell his soul to the devil only to know the ending.

And something I said to this guy was that he should make his own ending, I have mine and I will throw it away when hxh ends. It was literally a joke to lighten up the situation and it wasn't even something to focus on because in between I was saying other things. And he literally focused on that and said "don't let it be fujoshi" (used as an insult) and I'm here like: are we back into the 2000s and nobody told me?

1. What is the problem?

2. Why do you care?

3. We didn't even speak about any kind of ships, what are you trying to say?

4. Are you sure you know what type of story you're reading?

And this question is for me: How am I meeting dude bros in real life? Why are they in the WILD? AND HOW THE HELL DID I BEFRIEND ONE YEARS AGO WITHOUT ME KNOWING? I want a friend who also likes hxh and togashi's work to talk, but not like this </3

I'm so tired of these kind of people. While living my life outside of the Internet and just being in my corner of the fandom living the great life, I tend to forget that they still exist and there are people who still act like this. What annoys me the most is that literally, they don't know what type of story they're reading. They like to say they like hxh because they know it's good and it gives you some kind of "status" within the anime community because togashi is a really good mangaka and someone who influenced a lot of people within the manga community. Without him, shonen as a genre wouldn't be the same. But then, they also choose to ignore what they don't like about his work, like the queer elements. It's highly known that togashi loves to play with gender and sexuality, but that's only a fact for them when they find it convenient. If you don't like it, don't watch/read it, but it's ignorant and blatant stupid to just act as if it's not there and talk shit about other people only because it's uncomfortable to you. And I'm not even saying that everyone should analyze the story, some people just like to enjoy it and move on with their lives and some others don't know how to analize it, but one thing is that and another thing is just to close off to the possibility when it's clearly there. But of course, the others are sick, not them who are clearly homophobic and don't want to admit it. They should ask themselves why do they get so mad about the possibility of two kids being together romantically and just work on themselves. What's worst is that this guy even said to me he likes NANA and I don’t want to know what kind of interpretation he has because DAMN

To be honest, sometimes I'm a bit surprised about how well togashi seems to know the anime community, but of course he does, he's being a fan for how long now and he's being a mangaka for how long. And I so hope he keeps trolling because DAMN these people are annoying

The worst part is that these fans wouldn't even be friends with togashi or wouldn't like him as a fan because togashi really does look like the type of fan they would hate. Togashi likes BL, mpreg, obscure stories, horror (body horror even) and science fiction (both genres who allow and are known for queerness), he used to make doujinshis (even in an era that was even more bad looked upon than now), he likes to draw bishonen characters (even in a time which was more common to see buff characters in shonen), he drew gender-bender designs of kurama and hiei, he included a homoerotic art of kurama and karasu (a friend made it for him i think) in his doujinshi, he wanted to make a shonen with gay characters and crossdressing and the list goes on and on. He likes so many things that these others fans are disgusted by and it really looks like they don't know who they are admiring. The reason why ending D got so much negative attention when it came out is because it doesn't sound believable that a mangaka like togashi himself, the same person who made level e and is constantly worried of making an interesting story, would make such a bland and heteronormative ending in a story like hxh no less.

They should just shut up and go do their homework instead, they look ridiculous.

And no, I didn't answer this guy again and I don’t think I will, though I really want to troll him.

[plotbunny-bundle]

Angst idea

Donna Troy was cursed to have a bunch of awful lives. Do they need to be in chronological order?

Bludhaven is an awful place. What if after Donna died she was reborn to live another awful life in Bludhaven and met Dick while he was going through his awful post Blockbuster time?

Dick during some of the worst months of his life meeting a woman who reminds him of Donna. The two of them becoming friends once again. Not trying to save each other but being for the other and getting to know each other. Slowly pulling their lives together.

Maybe they meet while Dick was working for the mob family he befriended. Or after Blockbuster’s death when Tarantula was dragging Dick around with her. If she was a drug dealer or on drugs in this life it would really mess with Roy. A reason not to tell him. Or maybe Dick doesn’t believe she’s really Donna.

Angstiest way to end it would be if this Donna was in Bludhaven when it blew up and died there. Then an epilogue where now back from the dead Donna talks to Dick about this and admits she didn’t recognize the memories of that life because it was mixed up with her current one. And they talk about how they don’t regret it and “thanks for being my friend for those months” very bittersweet.

I got into the Donna and Dick as platonic soulmates things. And I just love the idea of people becoming friends for second time. 

[rorywritesjunk]

Maul the world like a carnival bear set free

Buggy's kids end up in the past for a few days and it's a little surreal to see their dad as a dumb teenager.

Rating: PG.

Warning: None! No one is upset, no angst, just kids being kids. Buggy is 14 in this, his son is 13 and daughter 10. Shanks gets punched once. Sunny makes an appearance! At what point do I just make it so that Sunny has something about her that causes people to time jump? Alos this fic got long.

A/N: So I tied this into my Sunny x Buggy fics because I thought it would be fun. I figure you don't remember every person you ever meet in your life, you know? So if you meet them again at a later point it makes sense if you don't remember them. Also, Back to the Future is some of my favorite films so meeting your parents when they are your age?? How weird is that. This was a request from @chochotorianime10 ! Thank you. I always enjoy your Buggy and kid requests <3

Title comes from "The Kids Aren't Alright" by Fall Out Boy.

The fabric masks they wore over their mouth and nose were uncomfortable, but they had to play it safe. The crew didn’t question why the newcomer kids wore them, figuring there was something underneath they didn’t want revealed, so they left them alone, giving them their space while they ate, letting them have cots in a far corner away from the rest of the crew. The two blonde haired siblings seemed at ease on the ship already though they were quiet compared to Shanks and Buggy.

The two gave their names, Gold and Silver, names similar to the Captain and First Mate. Just a coincidence. Shanks tried to befriend them while Buggy ignored them. He didn’t care about newcomers at all, figuring he’d end up picking up the slack, but he hated seeing how well they performed the tasks they were given, like they were raised on a ship like the boys.

The first two days were fine. The two would get their breakfast and sneak off somewhere to eat it and well, Buggy got curious why they were so secretive. Shanks told him to let them be, even though he was curious himself, but Rayleigh told them specifically to leave those two alone or the boys would regret it.

The third day, however, curiosity got the best of Buggy. It wouldn’t hurt to just see what they were hiding as long as he didn’t say anything, right? Buggy grabbed his own food before sneaking away after the two blondes.

The youngest sat down behind a cask, taking off her mask before she started eating. She had a big smile on her face as she ate, beaming up at her brother as he looked around before taking off his own mask to eat. 

“How long do you think we’ll be there?” Silver asked her brother with a mouthful of bacon. He shrugged as he set the mask down and started eating.

“I’unno. Mom said when it happened to dad it was just a few days for him in her time, but in his time it was about twenty minutes.” Gold replied, rubbing his bright red nose as he glanced down at his sister. “Who do you think is freaking out more, mom or dad?”

“Daddy for sure.” The ten year old told him as she looked up at him. “He panics about stuff more than mommy.”

“Agreed.” Gold nodded. “Y’know, dad is obnoxious as a teenager. He keeps trying to get in my way. I wanna punch him.”

“I don’t think that’s nice.” Silver said with a frown. “He hasn’t done anything.”

“I know, which is why I haven’t punched him.” Gold shrugged. “He knows he’s being a dick, I just have to wait until the right moment.”

“What did you say about my nose?!” Buggy shrieked, startling the two of them. They didn’t realize he had followed them, managing to keep just out of sight to hear their conversation and catch a glimpse of them maskless.  When he came into view, glaring at the two of them and finally seeing them face to face, he had to pause for a moment when he saw what they looked like. He pointed at them accusingly. “What's the big idea?! Are-are you making fun of my nose looking like that?!”

Gold stepped between Buggy and his sister. His dad as a teenager could be unpredictable, he didn't know who they were so Gold wasn't sure what to expect. 

“We aren't making fun of you, these… are our real noses.” Gold told him. “Honest.”

“Oh really?!” Buggy lunged forward, grabbing the front of Gold’s shirt. “Who are you?! Why do your noses look like mine then?!”

“Will you calm down?!” Gold snapped as he grabbed Buggy’s wrists and tried to push him off. “I'll explain if you let go!”

“You're probably kelpies, ready to steal me away!”

“We aren't kelpies!” Silver huffed. “Daddy said the same thing when this happened to him.”

“Oh yea?! Who's your daddy then?!” Buggy demanded as he gave Gold a shake. “You from some other crew, kelpie?!”

“No, get off me, you dumbass!” Gold finally shoved him back, keeping his sister behind him. No one else was around. He told Rayleigh the situation but asked it not be talked about. If he didn't tell Buggy now, when they were alone, then he might not have another chance. “We're your kids from the future, you idiot! Don't you remember this happening to yourself?!”

Buggy took a step back. Future? What was this punk talking about? Buggy had heard of this sort of thing happening but he never experienced it himself. “No? What are you talking about?!”

“You came to the future when you were a kid! You really don't remember it?” Gold asked. Buggy shook his head. “Huh. So… are you gonna forget this then?”

“How should I know?” Buggy snapped. “You're talking crazy anyway!”

“He doesn't remember, Goldie!” Silver chimed in from behind. “That's what Mommy told us.”

“Who are you two, really?! I should bring you to the Captain because you could be spies for all I know!” Buggy demanded. He felt uneasy talking about the future and not remembering things. Why did he? It wasn't like he actually experienced this sort of thing.

Right?

“Your captain knows, dumbass!” Gold told him. “And Rayleigh, we talked to both of them already!”

“So… so why are you on the ship then?” Buggy frowned. 

“Because we had nowhere else to go.” Silver said. “And we knew we'd be safe here ‘cause daddy did when he was a kid.”

Buggy crossed his arms and looked away. “Yea, well… I don't trust you two even if we have the same nose! Talkin’ about future crap. I don't believe in that stuff.”

The two siblings shared a look before shrugging. They probably couldn't convince him no matter how hard they tried.

~

Rayleigh put Silver to work with Crocus, rolling bandages and helping him organize some things while Gold and Buggy cleaned out one of the cannons. Buggy was going to tell him how to do it but Gold already started. 

“How do you know how to do this?!” Buggy demanded. “I'm supposed to be teaching you!”

Gold just shrugged. “Learned from my dad.”

Buggy went quiet and started to help him clean. The conversation from breakfast was weighing on his mind. These brats claimed they were from Buggy’s future, that they were his kids, which… was never something that crossed his mind. Was he married then or did he just somehow end up with kids that had his nose? He scratched the back of his head and looked over at the boy. Was he allowed to ask questions? Or was the kid pulling his leg?

“So, you said you two are my kids from the future. How the hell does that happen?” Buggy asked as he leaned on the cannon as Gold cleaned it. “Am I married to some hot babe or something?”

Gold looked up at him, wondering how to answer that. His dad had no memory of his time jump as a kid, would he remember it as a teenager or would Gold and Silver forget when they returned? Maybe it was okay to talk about it, maybe Buggy would stop being an asshole.

“I'm not gonna agree if my mom is…a hot babe. That's just weird.” Gold replied with a frown. “But uh, she's pretty and the nicest person in the entire world.”

“Yea, yea, nice, whatever, I just wanna know if she's a looker! That's all, kid!”

“I don't know, she's my mom!” 

“Aw, come on! How do we meet so I know to keep my eye out for her?” Buggy asked with a grin. “Hey, is Shanks married? I bet my wife is hotter than his.”

Gold went silent at the mention of Shanks. This he knew not to talk about considering his own dad never mentioned Shanks unless it was to curse his name. So Gold just shrugged.

“Shanks never married. He never found the right woman, I guess.” Gold told him. “Only you married.”

“To a sexy lady!” Buggy laughed. “Must be a blonde, yea, since you and that girl are both blonde. I do love blondes! Ha! I bet she fell in love with my winning personality and how amazing I am, right?”

“Uh…” Gold shrugged. “Sure? Yea, you charmed mom for sure, I just don't know how.”

“What?! I am very charming!”

“Yea, yea, I'm not disagreeing with you!” Gold said. “Geez, just relax. I don't want to spoil it for you. You gotta be able to meet her on your own, that's how it has to happen.”

“What's her name? Where do I meet her? I wanna know!”

“I'm not gonna spoil it! It takes the fun out of it!” 

“You brat, just give me something!”

Gold huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine! You… two meet when you're in your twenties. That's all I'm saying.”

“Ha! Kind of young, I can deal with that.” Buggy grinned. “I must be a famous pirate at that age, right? How could she not fall in love with me?”

“Right, yea, famous.” Gold agreed. “Hey, is it lunchtime? I need food.” He got up and wiped his hands on his pants. “Let's go. I'm hungry.”

He hurried off, not wanting to answer any more questions. He didn't know what could happen if he said anymore, and it was possible just saying when his parents met could mean trouble.

~

Silver looked quite proud of herself for the amount of bandages she rolled for Crocus and the doctor was impressed the 10 year old stuck with the tasks he had given her. It took a few hours to get everything done but it kept her busy and out of trouble. He let her go find her brother once he was satisfied with the work she'd done.

She skipped out of the infirmary and went to go find Gold, but she hadn't the faintest where he would be. The ship was huge and she was certain it was bigger than home. It could be easy to get lost, but if she could get to the main deck then she'd be fine. 

Rubbing her nose, she sighed and went to find her brother, passing crew members, some who did a double take when they saw the little girl without her mask. She heard some of them start to whisper about it but it didn't bother her, not like it did her dad. She strolled along with her head up high, looking proud as she kept an eye out for her brother.

Except someone stepped out of a room in front of her and she crashed right into him, falling to the ground.

“Oh! It's the little Miss!” A booming voice chuckled; she looked up, startled to see Captain Roger standing there. He held his hand out, helping her back to her feet as he smiled down at her. “Hope you're okay!”

“I'm… I'm okay.” She couldn't believe she was talking to him. Her dad spoke of him, saying he was one of the greatest pirates Buggy ever knew, that he was the fiercest and scariest pirate, and Silver would have believed him were she not standing in front of him right now, his.large hand holding hers.

“Looking for your brother I imagine? I have to meet someone on the deck, we can go out there together.” He said as he started walking, Silver taking quick steps to keep up with his stride. She couldn't believe she got to walk alongside the King of the Pirates. Her dad would be so impressed his kids got to meet his Captain.

“Yea! I didn't know where he was.” Silver replied as she tried to keep up with him. “I helped Crocus with his tasks. He said I did a good job!”

“Ha! Did he?” Roger laughed. “He doesn't just hand out compliments. ‘course the boys drive him crazy, I imagine you actually listened to what he told you.”

“I did!” Silver beamed. “I did everything he asked.”

“Should keep you around. It's nice to have a kid who listens.” He grinned as they stepped out on deck. Rayleigh was there with an older woman, making small talk as she inspected one of the cuffs on his jacket, pulling at a button. Silver followed along, wondering who she was.

“Ah! Captain Pins, wonderful to see you as always!” Roger greeted. She looked up at him with a frown, dropping Rayleigh’s hand before crossing her arms.

“Not Captain anymore, you fool.” She retorted. “What is it you need done now? I can't linger, I have a new apprentice arriving today and I need to meet her.”

“I was hoping to get you to repair my jacket, it's starting to get threadbare in a few places.” Roger grinned. “I don't trust anyone else to do it but you.”

Miss Pins looked him over again and nodded. “It will be good work for the new girl. It will take a week, understand? And you'll pay extra for the short notice.”

Silver looked between the adults. This was the Miss Pins, the one who trained her mom. She suddenly felt excited, a big grin on her face as she took a step forward, catching the old woman’s attention.

“Hey, hey, what's the name of your apprentice?”

“Why?” Miss Pins demanded. “I'm not losing an apprentice to you lot.”

“Don't mind her! She's new to our crew.” Roger said, patting Silver on the head. “She likes making friends “

Miss Pins narrowed her eyes at Silver, looking the girl up and down for a moment, studying her face before she looked back at Roger. “Is she related to that obnoxious cabin boy of yours?”

“No, no, not at all. She’s not even obnoxious!” Roger chuckled as Silver smiled up at him. “She’s just curious.”

“Very well.” Miss Pins sniffed. “The new girl’s name is Sunny, that’s all I know. As you know, Captain, I am very picky about new apprentices. I only know of this girl from mutual acquaintances so we will see how she does.”

“I bet she’ll be amazing!” Silver exclaimed. “I bet she’ll be your favorite!”

“I don’t have favorites.” Miss Pins retorted. “Anyway, I need to get going. Have your jacket delivered to my shop some time today and we’ll get working on it, Captain.” She gave Rayleigh a polite nod before she walked off the ship. Silver went over to the side of the ship to watch her depart, wondering if maybe she could see her mom as a teenager. When would she arrive? Does she look the same as she does now? It was so exciting to Silver.

~

Shanks grumbled as he held the cold compress to his eye. Gold and Buggy were snickering while Silver acted like nothing happened. It would teach the red haired boy not to sneak up on her like that. He was just trying to make friends with her and thought it would be funny to sneak up behind her and grab her sides. He didn’t expect a ten year old to land a hit on him like that. She was so much shorter than him!

The four were out on the deck; Silver was still watching to see if she could see her mom while the boys were hanging out. Gold kept an eye out as well but not as much as Silver. Every time a blonde girl walked by, she would tug on his sleeve and point her out, but when they caught a glimpse of her face they would be disappointed. Silver hadn’t left her spot since Miss Pins left the ship. 

“They could have gone a different way.” Gold whispered to her after the twentieth time. “Or maybe she didn’t show up today.”

“Shush, I know we’ll see her.” Silver insisted as she kept looking, head swiveling every which way as she hoped to catch just a glimpse of her. Gold shook his head and returned to his conversation with the boys when Silver suddenly let out a gasp, tugging on his sleeve once more before she started to hurry off the ship. Gold swore and took off after her, not wanting her to get lost or sent back without him. Buggy and Shanks looked confused before they went after the two. 

Silver caught up to them first, touching the teenager girl’s arm as Miss Pins spoke to her. She turned to look at Silver, a smile on her face that the little girl knew all too well. Oh, her mom was so pretty. 

“Hi! What can I do for you?” Sunny asked as Silver smiled up at her. “Are you lost?”

“No, um, just… just wanted to say hi!” Silver told her. “Sorry, you’re just so pretty. I wanted to say hi to you!”

Sunny smiled, her cheeks pink from the compliment. “Oh, um, thank you.” She glanced at her new boss who looked bothered that their walk was interrupted. “Everyone here is so nice!”

“Silver!” Gold caught up to her, grabbing his sister by the arm. He stopped when he saw who she was talking to. Oh, she was right. She did spot her in the crowd. It was a little weird to see his mom at the same age as him. His dad’s genes were pretty strong, Gold knew he looked a lot like his dad in some way but he could see where his mom came through in his sister and himself, and not just with their hair color. Same eyes and smile, that seemed to be it, but also in the way they talked, gestured, little things like that. It… it was weird but also nice to see her this young.

“Oh, you two must be siblings! You both look so much alike.” Sunny smiled. “Are you both pirates?”

“Yea!” Silver agreed as Gold nodded. “We just… we just wanted to say hi, that’s all.”

“Oh, okay! Hi.” Sunny chuckled as Miss Pins cleared her throat. “Well, I have to get going. It was nice saying hi! I’ll see you two later.”

“Yea, you will.” Gold muttered as the two waved at her as she walked off. 

~

Buggy and Shanks didn’t see where the two went. They had to give up looking after a point and when they returned to the ship, fearfully telling Rayleigh that the two kids ran off, he didn’t seem bothered. He just shrugged and assigned them some new chores.

“Probably headed home.” He told them, not bothering to explain further. “Get to work, boys.”

They did as they were told. Buggy didn’t really want to talk about it, finding the entire ordeal just too weird for him. He did his chores until dinner time, when Rayleigh gave him a parcel and told him where to deliver it. It needed to go to Miss Pins, the infamous tailor on the island. He needed to deliver the parcel and come right back to the ship. Buggy grumbled and did as he was told, though he may swing by the pub to get a quick drink if he had time. 

He had directions where to go, stopping at the purple store front that was a straight shot from the docks. Grumbling, he pounded on the door, not sure if he was supposed to walk in or not. He didn’t know how this worked.

The door opened and it wasn’t the old hag, but some girl around Buggy’s age with a smile on her face.

“Hi, can I help you?”

He stared at her for a moment before shoving the parcel into her arms and storming off. No, it wasn’t fair that there was a pretty girl answering the door. It was supposed to be the old hag. He didn’t want to talk to either of them honestly, but he never had luck talking to girls in the first place. Grumbling, he glanced back, seeing her standing in the doorway, but he kept on walking. 

~ * ~

“My babies, where were you?!” Buggy cried as he hugged his two kids. “Don’t you ever take off like that again!”

Gold and Silver tried to free themselves from his grasp while Sunny looked on with an amused expression. The kids were out of her sight for thirty minutes after they were heading back to the ship. There had been a crowd that separated them for a moment, but when it was clear the kids were nowhere to be seen. Sunny had been worried but not like Buggy. He was ready to storm the town to find the kids.

“They’re fine, honey, let them breathe.” Sunny chuckled as she tried to free Gold first. “See, they’re safe, that’s all that matters.”

“Why did you brats run off?!” Buggy demanded. “You scared your mother half to death!”

“We didn’t run off, daddy!” Silver insisted as she hugged him back. “I got to meet Captain Roger! And I punched Shanks!”

“Of course - what?!” Buggy looked shocked. “What do you mean you punched him?! You met Roger, how?!”

“How about… we just go get lunch?” Sunny suggested as she finally freed Gold, letting Buggy hold his daughter instead. “I think they time jumped, honey, like you did before. And they’re home now, so that’s all that matters.”

Buggy turned his attention to Sunny. “Why does this keep happening?! I swear, you better not be next!”

“It’s not like I’m the one causing it, honey!” Sunny insisted. “Now, let’s get the kids fed and they can tell us all about it!”

He didn’t look happy, but Buggy allowed her to lead them all to the kitchen for lunch. It was weird, hearing Silver talk about punching Shanks, because he did remember the boy having a black eye once, saying he was punched by some little girl who didn’t like him, but it couldn’t have been Silver, right?

[dreamtydraw]

i gotta know more about your mc and baxter (i am never free from this man somebody help me). do they date in step 3, or just crush on each other? and the angst, pls gimme some angst >:D

oh, and do you have any headcanons about them together? :3

*slap my knee* WELL HONEY you have a BIG storm coming-

I’m a multi-shipper so Cerise has a storyline where they date and one where they were just really good friends and in both cases: Baxter was someone extremely important to Cerise.

Important context to understand: Cerise was nonverbal for almost half of her life. She has an important communication problem that actively ruin her personal life as she struggle to talk to people and so not isolate herself. Regardless of the nature their relathionship take, Baxter is extremly important to her as he's the first person she managed to befriend by herself. He came off strong and she took her chance to try talking with someone else and it ended up feeling easy around him.

They are vastly different and this is one of the main reasons they work together: They get to experience, learn and witness a new way of living life. Cerise gets to build her confidence slowly, they have an agreable moment and the dating is all new and attracting to her. She feels a lot and is in the company of someone who appreciates her and makes her come out of her shell.

You can imagine how such an impactful relationship can turn from the loveliest encounter of your summer to the most emotionally damaging event of your life.

Also worth mentioning is that in my playthrough Baxter closed the door in Cerise's face while she was bawling her eyes out on his porch... Yeah it didn't went well....

The reason why this breakup impacted Cerise so much is how some little details spiral in an endless train of negative thoughts: "If I was worth it, he would have tried" and "I am not even capable to move on from something so insignificant for him" "I feel stupid for having felt confident" "I should have known that I was not made to be around people, I can't even talk to someone properly" "I'm too much"

Cerise's self-confidence got shattered, having walked right back of all the effort she managed to make and her mutism coming back into her daily life. It only took one conversation to ruin an entire process of self grow.

The reunion was a painful one and here is where I call my phase the: Baxter pain and regret.

Just imagine for a second, you are so miserable because of your own choices, you left someone who loved you by convincing yourself they'll move on and 5 years later when you meet them again they are a shell. You hurted them so much that to this days your presence haunted them, the person you loves because of their positivity, their smile and bright kindness are now dull, sad and scared. The regret of it all and the pain of wanting to ask why, to wanting to help but also desperetly not wanting to furter implicate yourself while they still look at you with hope. How much would it hurt you to be given a chance even after all you destroyed ? After all the joy you denied for both of you and with all the regrets of have spent so much time in your selfish perception of the world. It would sting and that something that can never dissapear, even if she's back, even if you try again, even if you make progress, you simply can't make up for what you caused and it hunt you at night. You always been loved, you always loved them, and like a fool you reciprocate those feelings by doing the opposite of what love is suppose to be.

NOW THAT ANGST HAVE PASSED- Here is some cute dating headcanon I have of these two :D

Oh and one last sad stuff :

Cerise cut and dyed her hair because Baxter used to say he liked her long orange hair and the compliment felt so bittersweet that she couldn't stand seeing herself in the mirror...

ANYWHOOZIE

-Cerise likes jewelry and likes to make colorful jewelry so she wanted to make bracelets for Baxter. One colorful green to keep as a souvenir and one black and white.

-Still on jewelry, they traded. In exchange for a bracelet, he gave her some rings of his (that she kept wearing for the 5 years )

-They kissed in the car watching the firework because Cerise doesn't like loud noises

-Cerise doesn’t like sudden louse noise but had fun listening to Baxter’s music during some car rides.

-Because she can’t drive she asked him to pick her up or give her a ride to some stores just to have some time with him.

-They met at the cypres during the "soirée" moment and this fun fact always makes them laugh, life sure like them together.

-Fear of the ocean vs Fear of height, both are here to help the other fight against their fear with a little help

-Cerise gave Baxter a glass shot as a souvenir and he only once drank in it alone but was too scared to break it so he kept it hidden.

-I have this hc that once they get married ( because yes they will ) Baxter has a picture of her somewhere in his office and if someone asks "Are you married ?" he just pull up the pic of his very colorfull and and cheerful wife so people look at him confuse

you married a rainbow ?!

-Everyone had their moment of "don't ever hurt her again" with Baxter but the worst one was Liz who profaned murder hunt if he did.

-Still, Baxter got accepted nicely back into the family.

-Cerise's services as a photographer got added to Baxter's wedding contact of people he can recommend and they at least worked on some weddings together.

-Neither of them are morning people, but they spend a lot of their nights hanging out and simply talking until late.

-Some dinner nights they take a detour to dance a bit on the side near the beach

-Travel around the world travel around the world! Cerise has some nice vacation places she wants to do with Baxter and they sometimes need some calm time.

-They just love each other, 5 years are nothing compared to the rest they spent together

THANKS YOU FOR READING THIS FAR

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

30 Days With the Bard

After a year and a half, several scrapped drafts, and 30K words, the sequel to Hanging Out With the Right People is finally posted! You can find it here on AO3 or read the first few scenes below.

Rating: M

Warnings: none

Relationships: Geralt/Jaskier; Eskel/Geralt/Yennefer; pre-Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Summary: After saving Jaskier from execution, Geralt, Eskel, and Yennefer agree to let Jaskier travel with them for thirty days, with varying degrees of reluctance. But just as Geralt starts to develop a soft spot for the bard with the blue eyes and quick wit, they discover that there’s more to Jaskier than meets the eye—and the bard’s secrets might put all of them in jeopardy.

***

Before

"Would it kill the two of you to take me to a party someday where nobody is likely to get murdered?" Yennefer asks, checking her lipstick in the looking glass.

Eskel snorts. "Yenn, the last party you took us to, half the attendees died."

"And most of them deserved it."

Sitting back on the bed of the inn room the three of them are sharing, Geralt shakes his head at his lovers. "You two planning on murdering someone?" He directs the question mostly to Yenn. They aren't sure if the duchess whose third wedding Yennefer and Eskel are attending has really been sacrificing maidens in a bid for eternal life or if it's just a pernicious rumor. Knowing their history with noble weddings, it's sure to be a shitshow either way.

Yennefer meets his eyes in the looking glass, red lips curving into what someone who doesn't know her well would think is a sweet smile. "Only if they need to be murdered."

Eskel sighs, exasperation belied by the affectionate hand he brushes through Yennefer's hair. "You sure you don't want to come with us, Wolf? Keep the bloodshed to a minimum?"

"I'd love to," Geralt deadpans. "Unfortunately, there's a griffin in the woods that needs killing. Send the duchess my regrets."

"The griffin will still be there when we get back," Yennefer points out.

"And more than likely, at least one hunter won't be." Most lordlings at least have the sense not to send people into the territory of an angry griffin, but not the local baron. He's more concerned about getting fresh meat on his table than keeping his servants from becoming meat for a griffin. “Someone needs to take care of the problem before it makes its way into the village.”

“You going to need help?” Eskel looks hopeful.

“I think he can handle a griffin just fine.” Yennefer turns to Geralt with a raised brow. “We’ll be gone for no more than a week. Do you think you can stay out of trouble for that long?”

Geralt snorts. “Think I can manage that, Yenn.”

***

The griffin is no trouble. Neither are the ghouls that have taken over the local graveyard. The trouble comes back at the inn, where Geralt is fast asleep when three young men, all drunk and looking to prove a point, come bursting into his room with the intent to kill.

All that comes after is death and screaming.

***

Someone in the next cell is singing. He’s been singing for most of the two days since Geralt got tossed in the dungeon. His range varies. He sings odes to the rats he’s befriended and scalding ditties implying that the guard’s mother fucked a weasel—which, in Geralt’s opinion, is unfair to weasels. He’s singing the latter when Geralt hears the sound of something heavy ricocheting off the door. Probably a stool.

“Can’t wait to watch you swing tomorrow, you little shit! Hope it takes a long time for your fucking neck to break.”

The singing abruptly stops. Geralt hears the sound of heavy footsteps stomping past his cell. A moment later, he hears a stuttering inhale from the next cell, followed by a single ragged sob. It’s the first sound of despair Geralt has heard from his fellow prisoner in the past two days.

He thinks about calling out. He doesn’t know what he’d say; it’s not like he’s good at comforting people. That’s Eskel’s forte, not his. But it seems wrong to let the young man be alone on the last night of his life.

In a tremulous voice, the man begins to sing again. Geralt closes his eyes, leans his head back against the wall, and listens.

***

Day 0

Geralt knows he should walk away when the bespelled guard commands the executioner to free him from the gallows. The man reeks of lilac and gooseberries; the baron's change of heart and his guard's interference is clearly Yennefer's work. He knows if he walks away from the gallows, Yennefer and Eskel will be waiting for him, probably exasperated that Geralt managed to put himself in mortal danger yet again. He can take a bath to wash the scent of the dungeons off of him, have a decent meal, and lose himself in his lovers' arms. Maybe tomorrow, Yennefer will portal them to see Ciri. After thinking that he was never going to see her again, all he wants is to hug his daughter.

But he makes the mistake of turning around.

Jaskier can’t be older than his early-to-mid-twenties, wide-eyed and scared out of his fucking mind, though he's trying to keep a brave face. His mouth trembles as he tries to smile at Geralt. "Well, nice chatting with you, Geralt," he says. "I would say I'll see you around, but... well, you know."

The magistrate is reading out the charges against the bard: debauchery and disturbing the peace. Geralt isn't sure how refusing to fuck the baron is "disturbing the peace," but it doesn't matter. The fact that it's a bullshit charge won't make the kid any less dead if the baron gets his way. People die stupid, pointless deaths all the time, but this one seems especially so. Rejecting someone's advances doesn't warrant a death sentence, no matter how powerful that someone is.

Jaskier's heartbeat ratchets up to a silent scream as the magistrate finishes reading the list of charges. His enormous eyes are locked on Geralt's face. He isn’t pleading for his life, but he might as well be.

"Fuck," Geralt growls.

He knows it's a mistake, even as he steals the guard's sword and drives the hilt into the man's head, knocking him out. He knows it's a mistake as he cuts Jaskier free of the gallows and slings the bard over his shoulder. He knows it's a mistake as he turns to meet the incoming guards with his stolen sword raised.

But he'll get them out of this alive first and worry about the consequences later.

***

"I still don’t know what the fuck we’re going to do with a bard,” Yennefer grumbles.

The bard in question is sprawled out in front of the campfire, lying on his back with his limbs akimbo, snoring loudly. His chemise is hitched up a little, exposing the pale, hairy plane of his stomach. It’s a show of trust that no one with a sliver of common sense would show when sharing a campsite with two witchers and a sorceress.

“I couldn’t just let him swing for the crime of not sucking the baron’s dick.” Geralt can’t quite keep the edge from his voice. 

Her expression softens, just a little. “No, but we didn’t need to invite him along.”

“Think he invited himself,” Eskel says dryly from her other side.

“It’s only for a month, Yenn.” Geralt puts a hand on her knee, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. “Thirty days. He’ll be gone by the time we need to go get Ciri from the Temple of Melitele and head to Kaer Morhen for the winter.”

The bard snorts loudly in his sleep.

“Fine, but he’s your problem.” Yennefer jabs her finger at Geralt. “ Entirely your problem. I want nothing to do with this bullshit.”

Geralt nods, because he sees no point in arguing. Jaskier will only be with them for thirty days. That’s not enough time for him to cause any real havoc.

***

Day 1

“Hey.” Geralt nudges the still-snoring bard with the toe of his boot. Jaskier hasn’t stirred the entire time that Geralt, Eskel, and Yennefer have been packing up camp around him. They could probably leave him here and the kid wouldn’t notice. Geralt’s not sure how the fuck he’s survived as a traveling bard. “Time to get up.”

Jaskier’s eyes fly open and he gasps, flinching backwards. Geralt grimaces at the sour scent of terror flooding the air. He’s used to humans smelling afraid around him, but he hadn’t been expecting this human to be terrified of him, not after how insistent Jaskier had been the day before about wanting to travel with Geralt, Eskel, and Yennefer. On the other side of the clearing, Eskel’s head jerks up, posture going tense.

And then Jaskier’s bleary eyes focus on Geralt and his expression clears, a smile curling his lips. The terror scent fades as quickly as it had flared up. “Good morning, Geralt! That was the best night’s sleep I’ve gotten in weeks. Where are we off to this fine day?”

The day is gray and a little damp, with the chill of autumn cutting through the last vestiges of summer. It’s not what Geralt would ever think of as a “fine day.” “We need to put more distance between ourselves and Tridest. We’re going to head east to Flotsam. If we make good time, we’ll be there by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Excellent!” Jaskier says, which is the most enthusiasm Geralt has ever seen anyone show about going to Flotsam. “I spent several weeks in Flotsam last spring. Met the loveliest lady, Hilde, I think her name was, or maybe Heidi. No, definitely Hilde, I remember because—”

Yennefer, who doesn’t tolerate cheerfulness before midday, gives Geralt a look that very clearly says, “shut him up or I will.”  

“Here.” Geralt shoves a piece of hardtack at him. No one can jabber and eat hardtack at the same time, one of its few virtues. “Eat this. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”

Jaskier takes the hardtack with a grateful smile, one that only dulls a little when he takes a bite. He tries to say something, but it’s incomprehensible around the hardtack, so Geralt just turns away from him and goes back to saddling up Roach.

***

“So, if you don’t mind me asking,” Jaskier says an hour or so later, walking between Roach and Scorpion.

“We do,” Yennefer deadpans from the back of her mare, Sabrina, named after a girl she went to school with. Geralt thought that they must have been good friends until Yennefer explained that it was supposed to be a slight against the other sorceress.

Jaskier continues on, heedless of her reply. “How does this work?” He gestures between the three of them.

Yennefer looks down her nose at him. “If no one has given you the birds and the bees talk, bardling, I suggest you go back to Oxenfurt and ask one of your old professors.”

“No, thank you.” Jaskier looks up at her with a brilliant smile. “They did a shit job of giving that talk the first time around. I was nearly twenty when I realized you could use your mouth to—”

“How does what work?” Eskel cuts him off, frowning at Yennefer.

“The three of you,” Jaskier says. “Do you travel together all the time? How did you meet? How long have you three been together?”

Yennefer arches an eyebrow. “What makes you think we’re together?”

“I’m a bard.” Jaskier’s voice takes on a lofty tone. “I know love when I see it and the three of you are clearly in love.”

Eskel turns to Geralt with a look of wide-eyed incredulity. “You’re in love with Yennefer too?”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Yennefer’s lips curl into a little smirk. “There’s plenty of room in my bed for the both of you. Unless you’d rather duel about it.”

Jaskier looks between the three of them with the enormous eyes of someone just realizing they’ve stepped in it. ”I, er…”

“They’re fucking with you,” Geralt tells him flatly. 

Yennefer sighs. “You’re no fun, Geralt. Thank the gods I have Eskel.”

Eskel looks very smug.

“Ah, I see how it is.” Jaskier barks a laugh. “It isn’t kind to torment your new friend, you know.”

“We’ll keep that in mind when we make a friend,” Yennefer says.

Geralt talks over Jaskier’s offended gasp. “It’s been the three of us for ten years now. We don’t travel together all the time. Most towns will chase out two witchers with stones as soon as we step foot in them and Yennefer has her own life, away from the Path.”

“Oh?” Jaskier turns to Yennefer, eyes bright with curiosity.

“No,” she says flatly and his shoulders sag a little.

Geralt doesn’t know how he ended up being the one doing all the talking, but Yennefer seems uninterested in answering Jaskier’s questions, Eskel is still faintly bewildered by the bard, and he has a feeling that Jaskier will keep asking until he gets the information he wants. “Eskel and I have known each other since we were boys. Yennefer and I met fifteen years ago in Aedirn.”

“He was hired to kill me.” Yennefer’s lips quirk.

Instead of looking horrified, Jaskier looks delighted. “Oh ho, I can tell there’s a story there.”

“Not really.” Geralt shrugs. “I didn’t kill her.”

“Well, I would hope not. That would have been an inopportune start to a romance.”

“There wasn’t much of a romance at the beginning,” Geralt says dryly. “She tried to kill me the first time we met.”

Yennefer makes no attempt to look remorseful. “That’s what you get when you barge into someone’s hiding place with a fucking sword.”

“Why were you hired to kill her?” Jaskier frowns. “I thought witchers killed monsters, not men. Or in this case, mages.”

“I was accused of assassinating the Queen of Lyria and her daughter,” Yennefer says. “Geralt had the misfortune to be traveling through Lyria at the time.”

Geralt hums. “The King of Lyria didn’t give a shit that I only kill monsters. It was either my head or hers.”

“But you saved her instead.” Jaskier looks downright starry-eyed.

Geralt snorts. “She saved herself.”

“You helped.” Yennefer reaches over to pat his arm.

“And then how did it become the three of you?” Jaskier looks between Yennefer and Eskel.

Geralt exchanges glances with his lovers. The story of how the three of them got together is inextricably entwined with the story of how Geralt claimed Ciri via Law of Surprise. And Geralt doesn’t need to discuss it with Eskel and Yennefer to know that there’s no way in hell that they’re going to tell Jaskier about Ciri. What keeps their daughter safe is that everyone thinks Princess Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon was lost at sea with her parents eight years before. No one would think to connect the lost princess to nine-year-old Ciri, the feisty, spirited student at the Temple of Melitele who gives her teachers endless gray hairs.

“I needed a witcher’s assistance and Geralt was unavailable,” Yennefer says, which isn’t entirely a lie. “Once Eskel and I got to know each other, it didn’t take long for us to realize what Geralt saw in the other one.”

“But how—”

“What about you?” Eskel asks. “How did a noble become a traveling bard?”

Jaskier strikes Geralt as the type to love talking about himself, so he’s surprised when the bard almost looks flustered. “Well, my parents sent me to Oxenfurt when I was twelve, like every noble son in Redania. We’re expected to study all seven liberal arts, but much to my parents’ dismay, I was far too interested in the art part of the liberal arts, particularly music. When I graduated from Oxenfurt, they thought I would return to Lettenhove and take my place as my father’s heir. Instead, I just… walked in the opposite direction of Lettenhove. That was seven years ago. I haven’t been home since.”

Geralt hums, remembering that Jaskier’s father apparently told the Baron de Tridest to go ahead and have his son executed. From the lost look on Jaskier’s face, he’s thinking the same thing. Taking pity on him, Geralt decides to change the subject. “Want to hear about the time Eskel nearly burned down the keep where we grew up?”

Eskel shoots him a betrayed look. “That was an accident.”

“Wouldn’t have made the keep any less burned down if there hadn’t been a mage nearby.”

“Come on, Wolf.”

“I would be delighted, Geralt.” Jaskier grins up at him, blue eyes sparkling with relief at the distraction.

Geralt has never been much of a storyteller, but he can try his best if it keeps Jaskier from getting that lost look on his face again.

***

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[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 12

A/N: And this story is back......with a twist at the end......cliffhanger anyone???? BAHAHAHAHAHA (that's my evil laugh)

THEN

As Beau returns to his desk, he realizes that he also likes the idea of going home with her, that his place was considered 'theirs' now.

NOW

After making sure that my attackers are going to be put away, Beau and I head back to his camper, or as he called it- home. Although, almost immediately he is called away on the case concerning his daughter and her step-father; leaving me to quietly relive the revelations made today.

The news of the altercation at the diner was on the evening news and not long after, I received word that the diner was temporarily closed until the whole ordeal blew over. The owner, a nice man by the name of Fred, also offered me a permanent position as head waitress if I want to come back and work at, as he called it, the scene of the crime.  I told him I would think about it and let him know.

After leaving Eric, my douchey cheating ex, I had left with no particular destination. Arriving in Helena and deciding to settle down hours from anyone I knew was a spur of the moment decision;  one I had yet to regret. 

What I regretted was befriending Deb;  allowing her to know the more intimate parts of my life that I would usually keep to myself. Little did I know she was using it as fodder to manipulate and influence her own son to sleep with her; using my stories and life to seduce and fuck her own flesh and blood. 

My phone rings on the side table, causing me to jump out of my recollections. I look to see Beau's number on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hiya darlin'," he drawls in his Texan accent. I should've never told him I thought it was sexy because now he's just killing me with it. "How're you holding up? I hate that I had to leave you as soon as we got home."

I smile to myself at his words. He called it home again, as in his and mine-ours. 

"I'm okay Beau," I say, trying to relieve his worry. "How's Emily?"

Emily is Beau's estranged teenage daughter who just so happens to be in Montana, on a camping trip with her step-father. And of course, there is a killer on the loose in the woods nearby. 

"Traumatized but holding up," Beau states. "She's a good actress but I know my little girl, she's upset. Apparently she and the victim had become somewhat friends."

He audibly clears his throat and goes into his Sheriff voice. "Anyway, I just wanted to check on you. I'll be back pretty late so make yourself comfortable and I'll try not to wake you up when I come in."

"Okay, Sheriff Arlen," I answer, with a nod of my head. "Be careful."

"Always am," Beau tells me and then in a softer, quieter voice he continues. "This weekend- you, me, a couple of fishing rods and the lake?"

"It's a date, Beau."

Life as the significant other of a law enforcement officer is stressful and worrisome. 

The date at the lake didn’t happen because the killer in the woods upped his game by kidnapping the clerk of the local detective agency, along with Emily. And when Beau heard of Emily’s disappearance? Well, I saw a side of the man I was falling for I’d never seen before.

He was angry, hurt, worried, and fearful.  As soon as word got to him that his baby girl was missing, he bolted out of the camper and was in his truck speeding away before I made it to the door, leaving me behind to anxiously await news.

When Beau returns, he tells me about his confrontation with Avery, his daughter's step-father and the plan to make the man wear a tap to eavesdrop on his meeting with the suspects.

"It's a whole organization," he explains. "Avery stole from them, or has some information they want, and they took her to get his attention."

I can tell that the man sitting beside me is at his wits end and is about to lose it so I wrap my arms around him and pull his body toward me. I know I can't fix this but I can try to give him some comfort.

"She's my baby, Y/N. My little girl," Beau sobs as he nuzzles against my chest. "I saw her first step, heard her first word, bandaged her first injury.  I can't stand the thought of her out there, scared and alone and I can't get to her. What if she is just waiting for me to come save her? What if I'm too late?"

I plant a kiss to the top of his head. "You're going to find her, Beau. You're going to find her and get her back safe and sound. I may not have known you for long but I know when you are determined to get something done, nothing will stand in your way.

"You'll listen in on this meeting, find out the location she's being held and you'll bust up in there and save her. You'll still be a hero in her eyes."

Unfortunately, Avery was killed in a shootout at the meeting and the suspects knew nothing of the kidnap victims. 

Come to find out, the owner/operator of the camping organization was the killer and had kidnapped the two ladies to throw the cops off his trail. 

After some digging, Beau was reunited with his daughter, the clerk rejoined her bosses and Buck Barnes was dead. 

Life in Helena Montana could go on.

I'm wiping down the counter while Shelby, the new waitress, sweeps the floor when the bell alerts us to a new customer. We look toward the entrance to see a tall man in Wranglers and a cowboy hat step inside.

“Beau?” Y/N asks, shocked. 

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that the stranger is, in fact, not Beau. He is much taller, his hair is shorter and the green eyes that I dream about are actually hazel on the man.

“Beau? Beau Arlen?” the man inquires and I can sense a hint of a Texas accent. “Do you know him?”

By now, Shelby is standing right behind me watching the interaction with a questioning look on her face..

“Yea, I know him. Who’re you?”

“Walker, ma’am. Cordell Walker,” he introduces himself. “Do you know where I can find Beau?” 

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[glorf1ndel]

You Remind Me of My Brother (~900 words, gen)

For Day 1 of @tolkiengenweek, inspired by the prompt "mentorship." Peregrin Took, as seen through Boromir and Faramir's eyes. Or: the time Pippin kicked Boromir's ass.

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In early January of the year 3019, on an outcrop deep in the wilds, Peregrin Took and Boromir spar on the long journey to Mordor. The rest of the Fellowship is eating breakfast, but Pippin is anxious to learn the art of swordsmanship. Besides, he’s already scarfed down three helpings of rabbit. When Boromir knocks the hobbit down for the third time in a row, Pippin almost regrets eating. (Almost.) He leaps to his feet and brushes himself off, ready to try again.

Boromir lands another blow, and Pippin falls to the ground.

“This is ridiculous. I could kick Boromir’s ass,” Pippin whispers to Merry – a bit too loudly, because Boromir himself bursts out laughing and says,

“With a little more practice.”

Pippin swerves around.

“Oh, you don’t think I can do it, can you?” He asks, then bats at Boromir’s leg with his wooden sword. “Take that!”

Boromir, to his credit, collapses, still chucking. Merry rolls his eyes, but he, too, is smiling. Pippin extends a hand to Boromir in triumph, helping him to his feet.

“You have a determined heart, Pippin of the Shire,” Boromir marvels. “In fact, you remind me of my brother.”

“Really?” Pippin beams. “What’s he like?”

“His name is Faramir. He is a good warrior, but what he is best known for among the soldiers of Gondor is his desire to better himself. As a child, he constantly sought our father’s approval. I think he still does,” Boromir says with a sigh. “Our father is… Not the most reassuring man. He appreciates strength, not effort, and he has always gone out of his way to make that clear to Faramir.”

Pippin purses his lips, brow furrowed in thought.

“But what is significant about my brother,” Boromir continues, “Is that he is always striving to do more, to be more. He longs to live up to our father’s expectations, but more than that, his goal is to look in the mirror and feel proud of himself. That’s what makes him a person of quality.”

At this, Pippin nods.

“I think I understand,” he says. “Your brother never gives up.”

“That’s right. It’s why I admire him so.”

“I hope I can meet him someday,” Pippin muses. “And when I do, I’ll tell him all about the time I beat you in a fight.”

“Will you?” Boromir grins. “Then you’d better keep practicing!”

As it turns out, their practices are cut short, and neither of them makes it to Mordor.

After Amon Hen, Pippin mourns Boromir. Continuing the Fellowship’s journey feels wrong when they’ve lost a fellow. Aragorn explains that such is the nature of grief, a hole in one’s life that expands and contracts but never goes away. Pippin has never felt an emotion as big as this before –

Until he gazes into the Palantír and sees the Eye, and he understands fear. Pippin tells the enemy nothing, save for a constant plea to get out of his head. (And a few choice curse words.) Still, the disappointment in Gandalf’s eyes is evident, so when the wizard insists that Pippin travel with him to Minas Tirith, what can the hobbit do but oblige? Besides, Pippin is curious about the capital of Gondor, and it’s not the same sort of curiosity that drove him to look into the Palantír.

Minas Tirith, Pippin thinks, was Boromir’s home.

When Pippin meets Faramir, he sees the truth of Boromir’s words: his brother is determined, and their father, the Steward of Gondor, doesn’t appreciate him. Gandalf doesn’t know what possesses Pippin to pledge his allegiance to Denethor, but Pippin sees the sad look in the man’s eyes, and Aragorn’s words resound inside his head: grief never goes away.

The war goes on. Pippin continues to train. He walks beside Faramir as Guard of the Citadel, and he befriends this man whose gaze is an echo of Boromir’s: softer, but fierce at its core.

Then the siege of the city begins, and Denethor goes mad. Pippin stands in the funeral chamber, unsettled. He knows what it’s like to feel an all-consuming feeling – but when he sees Denethor climb onto the pyre and the guards drag Faramir’s body into the chamber, he realizes that something is wrong. For Pippin can see the rise and fall of Faramir’s chest, weak though his breathing is. Would Denethor take himself and his only living son to the grave?

“No,” Pippin sobs, clawing at Denethor’s robes. “Don’t do this to yourself. He’s alive – he’s alive!”

Pippin is promptly kicked out of the chamber, but he doesn’t yield. Gandalf will know what to do,he thinks. Sure enough, with the wizard’s help, Pippin rescues Faramir. They are unable to do the same for Denethor, and the sight of him on fire, running toward his own destruction, burns itself into Pippin’s mind more deeply than the image of the Eye ever could.

Days pass. Pippin does not leave Faramir’s bedside until he wakes. The hobbit has been more loyal to Faramir than anyone else in the man’s life, save for Boromir. Yet Pippin still does not expect it when Faramir opens his eyes, smiles at the sight of him, and murmurs,

“You, Peregrin Took, remind me of my brother.”

Pippin laughs – he even cries, a little – and then he says,

“Well, then. Let me tell you about the time I kicked his ass.”

****

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[sweetestofchaos]

Blackthorn Teaser || MYG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU, Arraigned Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Fluff Word Count: 417 Warnings: None Rating: Teen Summary: Princess Kenna sends Prince Yoongi another letter.

a/n: Moodboard made by @egocypher. Major thank you to @vyduan​ for walking through my mind with me. Have to shout out the amazing people in the Fantasy & Fangs discord ‘cause without any of them this fic would not have come to life. I love you all and I hope you enjoy this crazy new world of mine. 

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My Prince,

I am counting down the days until we can finally meet. I pray that you won’t regret befriending me after all this time. The palace is so alive; my trip to your nation is on the lips of every person. Mother is worried about sending me alone, I overheard her speaking with Father about granting me my very own guard. I hope it isn’t Dingani, Father’s most trusted warrior. I have never seen that man smile and he scares me.

I will admit it only to you, my prince. I hope to be by your side for a long time as we lead our nation's side by side, together. What luck has blessed my family to be considered allies to the Min Empire? May many tales be shared of our victories and joys. May the ever-bright sun continue to bathe you in its golden hues.

Well wishes, your friend, 

Princess Keena

Sitting in the window of his private room, Yoongi, the Prince of the Min empire rereads the letter in his hand and smiles. Princess Keena, his dear friend for nearly his whole life, will be at the front gates of his palace within a fortnight. A breeze sends his loose blonde strands of hair swaying around his shoulders and face, making Yoongi smile more. The black scales on his jawline catching the light and creating mini rainbows around himself. The princess’ words echo loudly in Yoongi’s mind as he looks to the blue sky above. Wispy white clouds dance and shift into bumpy bunnies and twisted tiger tails. The sun, large and bright, warms the air and Yoongi inhales the scent of azaleas and camellias thick on his tongue like honey.

A knock at the door pulls Yoongi from his thoughts and he clears his throat, calling for whoever to enter his chambers. Setting the letter in his hand back into a small rectangle shaped box covered in a beautiful mother of pearl dragon, Yoongi closes the lid softly and turns his attention to the door as it opens. Red and gold, blinds Yoongi for a moment before he is greeted by his mother, the empress’ warm smile.

“Mother, what brings you here?” Yoongi is quick to stand and offer the woman who birthed him that identical gummy smile that every bloodborne Min carries. Yoongi walks over and offers his mother his arm, happy when she slips her hand in the crook of his elbow.

“Join me in the gardens, it’s a beautiful day.”