#if this doesn't make sense blame it on my fever

[harmonysanreads]

I KNOW WE HAVEN’T KNOWN ANYTHING ABOUT PHAINON YET (except for that cute face and yummy booba) AND I ALREADY HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM.

Okay okay imagine Yandere! Phainon who loves you and cherishes your existence too much to the brink of obsession (can you blame him?). Him, being a perfect man himself still thinks that he lacks something, and that something is your devotion, your unyielding love because he deserves it, right? He deserves to have your attention and your affection after everything he has done for you.

Oh no, dear Phainon is definitely not a selfish man, he just needs your love to complete himself, to have someone that he could return to after a hard day.

That’s why I think this man will definitely love bombing you. Gifts, kisses, cuddles? Everything you want, everything you ask for. And even if you don’t even need it, he still offers it to you like the desperate puppy he is. He will spoil you rotten, and I mean it in the most respectful way. He found your smallest quirks adorable even if it’s not that special in your eyes. He reminds you to stay dehydrated and go to sleep early, he even tells you to eat healthy. That’s why after knowing him, you have never skipped another meal. And he will definitely coo softly to you whenever you feel insecure about yourself. That’s why you need him, that’s why you should rely on him. And the only thing Phainon ask for as a payback is your love, love him like the way he does to you. Please please because you’re his pretty girl and he loves you too much to even think that this is not a mutual feeling.

Can you really say no to him? To that adorable face and those sparkling blue eyes that seem to go lovesick everytime they catch a glimpse of you?

It was the fifth time this month, or was it the sixth? You couldn't be bothered to keep count anymore, the absurdity of the situation pushing you closer to questioning reality.

“You do know that it's illegal to break into a person's house?” you manage to croak out, senses strained by sickness.

“Break into your house?” he pulls out a chair to sit, the bowl of whatever he'd brought with him finding its place on the table beside your bed.

The near-dumbfounded edge to his question makes you deadpan, “You're so humorous, even when you're sick. How is it trespassing when we're in love with each other?”

You feel your fingers clutching onto your bedsheets, did he even hear you? Can he hear himself? To that, your conscience answers with a firm no. He'll only acknowledge what will suit his fancy, anything else is but you being in a ‘phase of denial’.

“I am not in love with you, how many times do I need to reiterate?” you stress, watching the twirl of the spoon as he stirs the contents in the bowl.

“Hush, I know you're just moody I didn't arrive sooner. I read it on that book you had on you on last Saturday. This is the part where I'm supposed to apologize and hold my ears, right—”

You release a heavy sigh.

You could not decide what begged the most concern : the fact that he doesn't see the problem in his behavior or how accustomed to it that you're getting.

A warm touch on your forehead startles you, another firmer grip on your arm stops you from moving away, “How are you still so energetic with this high a fever?” the candle atop the table flickers, a frown blemishes his face.

He leans in, you respond by increasing the distance. “I took medicine earlier.” you mutter, suddenly feeling like a guilty child.

“Did you? Good girl.” you don't need to look at him to picture the shine clinging at the corners of his lips. You shouldn't look at him for it'll reveal the barely held back cringe spreading across your face.

You're about to protest but a wave of dizziness halts you. Phainon notices the change, you find yourself wishing he wasn't so observant.

“But you haven't eaten, have you?” his hands act too familiar, too comfortable in touching you. You're forced to inhale as he cups your face in inspection, pretending it's for work — but you know, his greed extends too far for it to be anything but an excuse.

“I did eat.” you try to assert, he remains unconvinced.

“Are you still mad at me? If so, say it, I can apologize however you'd prefer. But please don't lie to me about matters that concern your health.” a squeeze to your cheeks, shadows fall on him.

You almost want to laugh at the worry in his eyes, at the way he behaves so much like a perfect lover. If you hadn't known better, the haze clouding your sense would've made you believe him, buy that he's being sincere.

Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, you're just a bit more distrustful than others, just a bit more cautious than he's giving you credit for — a bit too lucid to have faith in his ‘love’ narrative.

You purse your lips, you are mad at him ; just not in the way he's deluding himself to be. As you contemplate whether to snap at him or not, he releases his grip on you in favor of scooping a spoon of the contents in the bowl, ending his path before your lips.

You turn you head away, a clear rejection. You expect him to probe again but his sigh catches you off-guard.

His finger wraps around a lock of your hair, yearning stains his eyes. “This would've never happened if you just accepted to be mine.”

You soak in his words for a second. Your left eye twitches as you realize, he completely ignored every previous piece of dialogue for his agenda.

“In your dreams.” petulance coats the statement.

To your horror, Phainon easily brings the lock of your hair to his lips, his smile widening as if he's got you exactly where he desires.

“How did you know? I do dream of you, everyday.” sparkles float around the air of his face.

You find yourself grasping at straws, how does one wake up a man who pretends to sleep? A voice in your head interjects, perhaps it is for the best you cease these attempts altogether?

“Now, won't you continue to be a sweet girl and eat up?” his words are honey, his smile is blinding and oh so dreadfully, there is adoration in his face, in his every step.

It has alarm bells ringing in your head, because it doesn't make sense.

“No.” you sharply deny, pushing the spoon away again.

“Why not?” you notice just at the nick of time, there is an edge to his voice this time. A crack forming in that perfect face.

“Because I don't trust you. What if you mixed something weird in it?” that is an understatement, your distrust for the man stretches further than the food he offers.

The elders always say, if something is too good to be true, it is too good to be true. ‘Love’ is not reason enough for you to believe Phainon's apparent devotion, his benevolence. No man would squander his time and resources only to back it up with such an easy reasoning — at least, not a man like him. Even if he says it till your ears bleed — you will not believe him.

The Chrysos Heir's hum interrupts the silence, “Then, if I do this...”

Your quizzical gaze falls on him, he holds your stare and you feel a kick at your ribcage. Struggling is useless, but you try anyway ; if just to be petty, if just to drive your point across, if just to survive. He squashes your attempt with an insultingly easy grip, showing you exactly how futile it is.

His thumb parts your lips with an insistent press, joining his pointer finger in holding your mouth open next. Your nails scratch at his glove in a pitiful attempt at getting him away, his free hand holds them both captive.

His parted lips shrinking the distance is the last thing you see, before you close your eyes shut. You would breathe if your lungs hadn't given up, the increase of strength in Phainon's grip seizes you with fear, makes it feel as though your blood froze with dread. Your instincts stop kicking, accepting its place in the serpent's jaw.

You feel a sharp kick of spice on your tongue, washing through your parched throat. A force has you closing your mouth, holding it in place until the content has been swallowed.

You heave as if you reached the surface from an arduous dive at last, mind working overtime, trying to process what just took place.

A clink of the spoon as it's placed on the bowl startles you, Phainon closes his eyes, a smile nearly splits his face in two.

“That's more like it. See, it was delicious and perfectly free of questionable substances, no?”

Phainon's smile breaks into a chuckle at the astonished look on your face, you feel a twist somewhere inside at the way derision drips from its tune. But before you can observe further, you feel a swipe of his finger on your lower lip. You make the mistake of glancing at him and he utilizes your mishap to make a show of licking the residue from your lips clean.

If you were skeptical about it before, you are certain now — this man will be your doom.

SIKE.

[mocchii-writes]

can you do a dae ho fic, with him being super protective and defending the reader, but she shows her own strength (maybe even saving him) and he is so star struck and falls in love immediately

She's the Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

Paring: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader Summary: Dae-ho felt the need to protect you, but didn't expect how starstruck he could be when you returned the favor. Words: 1k Warnings: death, guns, swearing, violence, normal squid game stuff lols A/n: I hope I didn't make this too Y/n lmao ♡ ~🍡🍡

It's definitely hard to trust people here, to say the least. You see it all, just about. The blood of hundreds stains your clothes, and the screams you’ll probably have in your nightmares feel like a fever dream. Your survival instinct can only get you so far, though, and you know it. You need to find a backup.

You expect some kind of weapon to fill the gap in your barrier. You could break a mirror in the bathrooms, maybe? It's an understatement to say the supplies are limited, and you just barely make it through the last game. You can tell you're a target. Maybe not a huge one, but everybody here has someone after them, and it's easy and difficult at the same time to be discreet here.

But it isn't a weapon you get for help--it's a man. He doesn't hesitate to help you out when you need it, and you know that he’s valuable in this setting. You call him Dae-ho. Probably because that's his name, but it still has some meaning to you. Hopefully to him, too. It feels right, rolling off of your tongue, but you digress.

He seems to care about you, at least compared to some of the heartless shells of people here. You've both found solace in each other, and he truly made you feel safe, even if you had only known each other for a few days. You talk to one another. He tells you about his life, his past. You tell him about your past, your life. It's a small feeling of comfort, at least to you.

You're snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of lights out being announced by that cold voice that makes your skin shiver. You kick your legs, sitting on a bed as you look at Dae-ho across the room. He's discussing something with his little group. He'd previously invited you to join, but you said you'd rather keep your circle small. You swing your legs, looking at his face. It's very serious, but he's pretty far away. He says something, and then you feel his eyes on you. He nods briefly at someone else as he heads to you. Your face shows concern as his serious demeanor doesn't falter.

"You need to be near us tonight, preferably in our base." You think he's joking, but you don't laugh, just in case.

""Base"?" You ask, smiling. "Why?" He rolls his eyes a bit, but you can't say you blame him. "I can handle myself." He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"I'm not going to argue with you about that, but I could." You squint at him but chuckle. "Mr. Seong says people are going to fight tonight. He has a plan to keep us safe, and he said you can join."

"I thought we were gonna place bets." You smile. "My money is on that greasy guy who hangs out with the purple-haired asshole." He doesn't look amused, so you sigh. "How do you know he's not trying to get you killed?" You ask, dropping your egotistic demeanor.

"All he does is try to help us. Please." He says, pleading with you to have some common sense. You knew you would eventually accept, but you didn't like the thought.

"I'll think about it, alright?" He sighs and smiles a little. He knows he should take what he can get, but he hates the thought of someone hurting you.

Dae-ho isn't sure why he's taken the responsibility to protect you, but he has. He thinks of you like a flower sometimes. He can't make you take care of yourself if you don't want to, but he knows he's going to protect you anyway because everybody deserves a chance.

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You were lost in your thoughts, breaking out when you hear the robotic voice again.

"Player 230, 401, 299, 331, and 268, eliminated."

What? How? Your eyes track the room and land on Dae-ho, who's staring at the guards, confused. You make eye contact briefly, before people emerge from the bathrooms.

They go on to accuse each other of attacking the opposing team, creating an edge in the room. You're not listening very closely, though. Maybe Dae-ho was on to something when he said you should hide tonight.

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Update: He very much was right.

But you can't really think about that because there are far bigger issues at hand.

The lights are flickering so intensely you're afraid they might explode, and there's too much yelling and screaming to organize your thoughts. People are moving everywhere like scattering ants, and everything is a weapon for everyone. There's blood, a lot of it, all over the floor. You run, but it's like playing operation with corpses. You have scrapes from falling off your bed and defending yourself as you regret acting tough to Dae-ho.

Your ears are ringing, only because of a punch you just took. Everything is moving at the speed of light, and you don't have time to catch up. You kick back and stun the other person enough to run away. You feel a hand on your shoulder as you whip around, ready to fight.

To your brief luck, it's Dae-ho. He says something you can't hear and then pushes you behind him. You almost scoff if you weren't truly afraid for your life. He punches the person following you but quickly takes one himself. You try to move him, but he blocks your entrance again. You shout to him, telling him to let you help, but he probably can't hear you. You see someone holding a glass bottle sprinting to you, and your instinct finally kicks in. Literally.

You shift to the left and swiftly kick them, stunning them enough to drop their bottle as you punch them, their head ramming against a bed frame as they slide down, eyes closed. You force yourself to look away from the small pool of blood forming and push down the sick feeling in your stomach. You look for Dae-ho, to see him still fighting. He appears to be losing, though you can't hold it against him.

You don't hesitate to pull the guy off of him, grabbing his shirt from behind and throwing him down as best you could. He sits up, but you kick him hard in the face, knocking him out. You're better at this than you thought. You see another lady running to you, screaming. You quickly pick up the discarded glass bottle and shatter it against her skull. The lights turn on as guards rush in, appearing to stop the fighting.

You pant, wiping unknown blood from your face as you look to Dae-ho. You expect him to look horrified at least, but he's simply staring at you. You tilt your head at him.

"You... handled that." He says, grabbing your arm and bringing you to his "base".

"I said I could," you smirk, "You seem surprised."

"No, I'm impressed." He laughs dryly.

That stressful moment didn’t feel like it would ever end, but it did, and you found yourself still standing. Or at least, still breathing. Dae-ho was too, which was the only thing you cared about at the moment. You leaned against the wall, your body trembling from the adrenaline. He was sitting across from you, his eyes anywhere but you.

"You're full of surprises," he says, his body seemed to hint at something softer than what his voice did.

"You thought I wasn't?" you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"I never said that." He pauses, looking at his hands before looking at you. "I'm just happy you're okay."

His words linger in the air for a moment, and you’re unsure how to respond. You���d only met him a few days ago, but Dae-ho had become more than just an ally. He was someone you could trust in a place where trust was a gamble most people couldn’t afford to make.

"You didn't have to stick your neck out for me," you say, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice wavers slightly.

"I wanted to," he replies simply, as though the decision had been easy. He finally drags his eyes to look at you. "You make this mess... bearable."

You feel your cheeks flush despite the blood coating your skin. His honesty is unexpected, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Not anymore. You’d seen too much in such a short time to waste moments of purity.

"Dae-ho," you start, but his name on your tongue makes you falter. You take a breath and try again. "I don’t know how much longer either of us will make it here, but... you give me hope in this place, I guess."

His smile is small, but it reaches his eyes this time. He shifts closer, closing the space between you two. "Then we survive for each other. Okay?"

You nod, a warmth blooming in your chest that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like years.

For the first time in what feels like forever, the world outside of this moment feels small. The chaos, the blood, the fear—all of it fades away. In its place is Dae-ho, his presence holding your soul in an unfamiliar but welcome warmth.

You're both specks of dust in a hurricane, and you both know it. But, for this moment, you know you'll have a place to rest in the heart of this chaos. You can't say you're in love, but as he gently rests his hand over yours, you can't say you couldn't be.

So, I kind of love this, lmk what you think ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

[lxvebun]

heart shaped kisses RE edition

synopsis: how Leon kisses you/ different types of kisses

content: Re2r!Leon/ Re4r!Leon x gender neutral reader. Some fluff but mostly hurt/comfort. Little bit of blood. Mention of plagas leon and the outbreak. Around 500 words. He's deeply in love with you<3 english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes!♡

D*rk content blogs do not interact! (*a)

Other heart shaped kisses fics (multi) leon m.list

resident evil 2 leon

Oh my, His kisses are as sugary sweet, and warm as he is. they're always excited and eager and a frequent daily occurrence. From the moment you open your eyes until you close them again in his arms, rest assured he will have pressed kisses to every area of skin available and comfortable for you. It never fails to make your heart beat a little faster and for your mind to blank out for a split second especially when his kisses trail down from your lips to the corner of your mouth, down to your jawline before he's pressing a feathery kiss on your neck right below your ear. He "Ruins" the moment by blowing raspberries into your skin♡ :)

His kisses were always consistent in feeling, passion, and delicateness, right up until September 30, 1998. And can you blame him? With telephone lines being cut and no way to reach you through the mess of car wrecks, fires, and infected, he wasn't even sure if you were still breathing. The utter relief and desperation he channeled into his kiss when he finally got you in his arms again was overwhelming, the blood and dirt staining his skin didn't even matter, you both just needed to breathe in eachother, caress the pulse points on your necks and feel each others heartbeat thump against your chests, just to make sure this wasn't some sick, infected fever dream, just to make sure both of you were here and alive

Re4 leon under the cut

Resident evil 4 leon

Now slightly older and slightly more worn down his kisses are still as warm and sweet as before but a lot more serious, a lot deeper even for casual kisses and he holds you so close you can almost feel his heart beat against yours through your ribcages. It's passionate and breathtaking but under all that when his lips touch yours you can sense a feeling of uncertainty laced into it. Worries and thought's he's usually good at surpressing making it's way to the surface. Is this going to be the last kiss you'll ever share? when he gets called away on a mission he can't decline, will you wait for him, or is the distance too much to handle? do you understand that his love for you is so strong, and runs so deep and never-ending, even if he turns into an abomination with poison running through his veins and a new sense of bloodlust coming from a sick infected mind he would still recognize you, he would still protect you until he's permanently put into the ground?

this Leon's kisses last a lot longer, he doesn't want the moment to end and he doesn't want to feel you pull away along with your warmth and sense of comfort, and perhaps by pulling you so close to him, he can make you linger just a bit longer on his skin. just long enough for the initial worries to subside just for a moment as his thoughts of horror fade away into images of you and the way the sunlight kisses your skin or how the stars reflect in your eyes, it's an addiction, you're addictive…..he's not just going to leave it at just one kiss that's for sure.

Buns notes: I feel like I forgot to edit something in this so if something is incredibly out of place lmk💀🩷

Thank you for reading, angel!<3

[therantingsage]

Because I promised this, and I really wanted to do it anyway, here's a really really long-winded rambling dissertation on:

Why N and Uzi secretly dating since before episode 5 is genuinely super plausible and also stupidly hilarious /pos

Under the cut cuz it got obscenely long oops-

Idk where to start, so I'll just cover my bases: why people think they've been in a relationship already in the first place.

We all saw this scene:

And legit it can only be implying one of two things. Either A: this is his confession of feelings for her. Or B: this is him admitting that they've been dating for a while at this point. With the hearts it's pretty clear that this statement is meant to be romantically interpreted, and Nori's aghast reaction confirms that that's how it's being interpreted.

Obviously no matter the interpretation, N only writes that because he can't think of anything else to snap Uzi out of it and thereby stop this confrontation from ending poorly. And it works obviously so good on him for the quick thinking.

Two things that make me lean towards the 'we're dating' interpretation over 'confession' interpretation, though: firstly, he's not writing this to tell Uzi something, he specifically calls out to Nori before writing it. "Hey btw I'm dating your daughter" makes more sense than "Hey btw I like your daughter romantically" because if it was the latter, Nori has far less reason to be mad at Uzi about it rather than N. It's not like Uzi can control how N feels. But if they're dating, that means Uzi is partially to blame for that and Nori can get upset at HER.

Secondly, the awkward wording. Like it's really vague and without the hearts you'd have no reason to assume anything but platonic meaning. But these are words we, and him, have heard before:

...from Uzi, in response to a question about who she is and, by proxy, the nature of their relationship. She says it defensively, follows it up by telling N to shut up. N repeating her wording which, again, is a description of the nature of their relationship....but this time implying something romantic with it, it suggests the idea that it had romantic implications the first time.

I don't think it's far-fetched to say Uzi at least has feelings for N at this point in the story. I don't think anyone's arguing that that's not true. But the idea that 'hang out' means the exact same thing both times is what I'm arguing here. They're dating, but this version of N is a stranger to her. A cute stranger, as she says, but a stranger nonetheless who she isn't comfortable admitting to that she's dating him in the future to his face.

Backing up a bit, Uzi's reaction to Nori's reaction:

This is a clear and obvious parallel to the previous episode, when 'Tessa' says "Don't date my robot, please."

In both instances, someone gets on her case about the idea of them dating, and in both cases she doesn't deny it but instead defends both his and her own agency in the matter. No one is allowed to tell them what to do and Uzi refuses to let anyone try.

When Nori says it, though, she does seem to try and deny it for a moment. "I'm not-" She cuts herself off so we can't say for certain what she was going to say (if anything. it's entirely possible she started that sentence with no plan how to finish it, I do that a lot personally). But that's also because, like, she's Uzi. If this was meant to be a secret relationship, it would probably be her who made that decision. And like with butler N, she has no reason to disclose that kind of information to a stranger. She'd probably try and deny it whether its true or not.

As for when it would've started, after camp is the only big timeskip where we don't have much clue went on during. Cabin Fever is a big episode for them, and the three episodes that come after it are all back-to-back-to-back. The only time it makes sense to have started is sometime between eps 4 and 5.

And guys. Guys.

This, more than anything to me, paired with the idea that they've been dating for a while by the time the most recent couple episodes happen.....doesn't this seem so, so romantic? You could easily call this a love confession! So easily! It sounds like one much more than 'we just kinda are hanging out a lot idk' at least.

Like, rephrase that even a little: "Being with you makes scary things fun. Being with you makes me feel brave. It makes me feel safe. So I want to keep being with you."

And Uzi agrees with that sentiment. He promises to stick with her. And she laughs and smiles with him as he makes the scary thing she's been dealing with into something fun, something they can laugh about. The together line gets repeated in the most recent episode, directly calling back to this scene as well.

Like, just...AGH. In Cabin Fever he says it once as they're falling and a second time once they're grounded. The second time its a question, and one she eagerly answers with physical affection, which is super rare for her. In Mass Destruction its a statement, because he already knows her answer. Its a repeated promise. A vow.

Backing up again. Let's assess some interactions under this context. Assuming they're dating in secret. Because it paints so many things in a different light and basically nothing contradicts it which is fricken wild. This:

Isn't a sheepish Uzi trying to hold her crush's hand in a moment of fear. This is an Uzi who wants to keep their relationship a secret but is so in need of comfort right now she's willing to risk exposing them to get it.

This:

Her being so relieved because she almost watched him die but he's alive he's ok and she doesn't care who sees it because she needs to hug her boyfriend rIGHT NOW GUYS I DON'T CARE I'M HUGGING MY BOYFRIEND-

This whole scene. Uzi interacts with him so gently here. She's not gentle with anybody else at all. She sees him stressed and uses his own "you good?" on him and it's just so dang tender when you think about it. Because no one else can hear them talking to each other. It's just these two sending face texts and everyone else's focus is on the Sentinal so they can afford to be as couple-y in this conversation as they want.

And after:

Blushing because they like each other so so dang much.......sweating bullets because the other two can see them do this. Suddenly without either of them really thinking about it they're being romantic around other people and wow! That's nerve-wracking! Peak young love early-in-the-relationship behavior they ain't slick.

His tone of voice in this scene is gentler I think than we've ever heard from him before (Michael Kovach you are so damn good at your job). His loss-filled fury is cooled in an instant when he realizes how close he came to hurting his girlfriend. It's heartbreakingly gentle before 'Tessa' cuts him off.

And when she cuts Uzi off:

He looks like genuinely pissed at her. "Did you really just interrupt my gf while she was talking?? She's scared and you're disrespecting her tf is wrong with u??"

And like- the fact he was genuinely willing to off Tessa for her. Like he realizes there's a possibility she tried to get his gf killed for no reason and upon her not even trying to deny it he just kills her instantly. Because it's no longer a question of the universe or Uzi. It's a question of Tessa or Uzi, and its a choice his heart has already made before this point.

But here's like. The thing about all this that gets me. This is meant to be a secret relationship, right? Like nobody but them is supposed to know about this. And the fact that we the audience didn't have any reason to assume them to be an established relationship without heavy headcanoning means they did a decent job at that, right?

Guys. Guys.

N is terrible at keeping secrets. Like. Horrendously bad at keeping things on the down-low. Every single time in the series he's supposed to not spill info he like. Fails. It's wild. And because the relationship happens after "Inclusive reflexes!" that means that Uzi damn well knows this and still trusts him to try.

But based on V's reaction to the handholding in Dead End:

I'm honestly willing to bet she knew. She doesn't sound surprised, just annoyed that she has to see it. Which means N probably like, heard her badmouthing Uzi or something and got like way too defensive about it and she clocked him instantly. Because he's bad at keeping secrets. And she doesn't bother mentioning it during any of these episodes out loud because she doesn't care what these idiots do in their free time.

Can you imagine how many hundred close calls they must've had? How many times Uzi must've had to aggressively shush him or cover his mouth because he was going to say something slightly too sappy in public? The only reason we don't get to see the time period between eps 4 and 5 is because it would've been painfully obvious that these two dating is the worst kept secret in the entire bunker. I'm going insane.

Uzi fell in love with a proud himbo and they both know it. It's genuinely a miracle they didn't clue the audience in sooner.

[luvvixu]

satoru's little contentment

content: husband!gojo, reader has a son with him along with megs and miki, the beef between megs and toru is real you can't argue with me, teeth-rotten ig?, i'm having a baby fever for a while now huhu, blaming my gf cuz she keeps on showing me baby vids on tiktok—now i want one... not proofread, too lazy, maybe later lmaoaoa

nothing makes gojo satoru content other than seeing his own family here with him.

like at this moment, his family were just hanging around in the gojo estate garden where it used to be boring but now there's a life into it after marrying you. and you, who has a deep love for gardening stuff, you decided to give the house a makeover.

"these are the water lilies that mama planted when she was pregnant with you." with your son in your embrace, you pointed the different types of plants you personally plant.

satsuri was amazed by the colorful plants while you watched the carbon copy of your husband's blue eyes glisten in awe. your heart melts when you see your son tries to communicate with you with his babbles and hand gestures.

planting a kiss on his fluffy cheeks, you couldn't help but to let out a laugh on how adorable your son is. "ooh. i can't wait for the two of us to plant together! we could fill this whole estate with plants and even flowers!" you squeal.

your son tries to wiggle himself free as he would like to be down for a moment and play with nature, or should you say.

satsuri ran around while satoru, who was casually sitting under the tree, watched his loving wife and his adorable son grab some stones using his small tiny hands and give them to his mother, seemingly asking if he could eat them.

"baby, we cannot eat those." your giggly voice echoes in his ears pleasingly. your baby sensed something that was against his will as his lips formed into a pout and was about to cry when you immediately picked him up to console your poor baby.

"these are rocks." you grabbed the stone on his hand, gently tapping his skin using it. "see? these are hard and sharp too. one stone could hurt you, it could hurt you more if you eat it." you tried to explain it to your son well. sadly, he still didn't buy it.

satsuri let out a wail, tears are also now streaming alongside his face. being a protective mom you are, you immediately console your son while walking towards your husband to also ask for some assistance.

"oh no, my little tough guy is crying. did mama fight you? don't worry, your amazing dad will avenge you." satoru takes his son into his hold, cradling him while giving you a meaningful look.

"hush your trap, why would i even fight my own baby?" you snarl at your husband who was just laughing at your expression. satoru knows you hate it when you're making your child cry. although it is something that you should get used to in order for your child to grow morally, not spoiled.

satoru then looked down at satsuri who was now calm after being cradled in his father's embrace. everytime he would look into his son, he would always say in his mind that they were right — you were right, satsuri is really a carbon copy of him.

the only feature that his son inherited from you is a streak portion of your hair color on the side of satsuri's hair. then the rest, it resembles him.

on the contrary, satoru wished satsuri wouldn't inherit his ignorant, nuisance, troublemaker, and hard headed personality when he was way back younger. the man specifically doesn't want his son to experience the things he does inside the jujutsu world.

basically, all he could have wished and asked for is that satsuri must have inherited your soft, kind, and loving personality. those every trait of yours that made him fall in love with you. and now, that got him staring at his son for too long, hoping that satsuri would grow just like you.

hell, if he could only forbid his son to avoid being a sorcerer, then he would! but he knows in the end that satsuri would be the one who will decide his faith.

"oh, it's three in the afternoon. it's my turn to pick up gumi and miki." suddenly, you wake him up from his daydreaming session. with a hump, you stand up along with satoru.

"let's pick them up together. it would be nice to see satsuri pick up his siblings too." satoru suggested and you liked the idea. without any further, you two head to your car and drive away. you are the driver right now, of course.

"mom!"

as soon as you exit the car, you see tsumiki waving and smiling at you as you watch her skip her way towards you with megumi trailing behind her.

you kneel down to greet them in your arms. "hi, my babies! how's school?" you asked them, still giving the two your big warm hugs.

"it was fine. my friends and i gossip a lot during our break time and i can't wait to share it with you." you are tsumiki's number two gossip buddy (satoru is the first one, definitely) since both of you are female. most likely, there were times where only the two of you would understand since it's a girls thing.

"how about you, gumi?"

"just a normal one." your other baby boy answered, megumi is still wrapping his arms around your body as you sensed the fatigue in his voice.

"come on, let's head back to the car." you're about to stand up but megumi still refuses to let go. smiling to yourself, you know what he wants so you picked him up and carried him in your arms.

immediately, megumi planted his face on the crook of your neck while tsumiki volunteered to carry his bag — what a sweet girl.

"my sweet gumi must be very tired. do you want me to set up a futon in the backseat?" you cooed.

"yes please." megumi snuggles like a kitten in your embrace, making you smile and giggles at his cute tactics.

tsumiki giggles too at his brother's behavior. both of you know megumi was more fond of you among all. ever since satoru bought them home, megumi finds himself getting more attached to you and sees you as his mother figure.

the three of you proceed to the car. as tsumiki opened the door, she was greeted by a man and baby's voice who seemed to be laughing.

"tsuri! you're here!" tsumiki's face instantly grew brighter at the sight of her little brother. while megumi, his head instantly shot up from your shoulder at the sound of his other brother's name mentioned.

"hello satsuri." despite the sleepiness in his voice, there's still a hint of excitement in his voice.

"hey! i was here too!" the other baby — i mean, satoru pouted when his two children didn't even bother to greet him the way they greet satsuri.

megumi instantly snarls at satoru while tsumiki was kind enough to greet him with the same energy. your husband raises his eyebrows when he realizes that megumi was literally clinging on to you, again.

satoru doesn't have a problem with that, but there's a time when megumi would literally steal your attention away from him when it's just both of you. he just feels that megumi was doing it on purpose. behind his back, he knew megumi would smirk at him or even stick his tongue in his face.

"megs, i'm going to bring you down for a moment. i'll just set up the futon for you and tsumiki." when you get approval from your son, you bring him down and start to do your thing with the help of your husband, of course

you saw your three children playing with each other near the car. you told them not to go far away or they'll get into an accident.

"say, i'm not really in the mood to cook. should we take the kids outside for dinner?" you suggest as you flatten out the sheets of the futon. while satoru was busy double checking the safety of the bed.

"sure, it would be nice too since you've done a lot for us everyday. rest is also very important too, hm? don't forget that, my little wifey." you rolled your eyes but still smiled at his cheesy tease, but you knew satoru was just concerned for you, especially.

"okay, let's go home. it's still early and the kids need to do their assignments." you called out for your three kids who are excited to lay down on the set up futon.

your kids instantly find their spot inside as satoru starts the car. it was him driving this time since satsuri wants to be fed from you.

"sweethearts, did you wear the safety belts?" your two babies nodded. whenever you guys would set up the futon, satoru modified the space with safety belts just in case any accidents would happen, the kids would not be harmed.

looking at your children again, you saw megumi was already fast asleep as soon as he lay down. while tsumiki was watching some miraculous ladybug on her ipad. satsuri was unfortunately not with them since he's still a baby and it's very dangerous to let him sit without any supervision of grownups.

"ouch! don't bite too hard on mama, satsuri." you winced when your son bit your nipple a bit harder than the usual sucking, making satoru look at you in worry.

satsuri was now growing his teeth, so it's a double challenge to endure his sucks. thankfully, satoru was there to remind his baby to suck properly even though satsuri could barely register a word.

"satsuri, milkies are supposed to be suck carefully. want me to demonstrate it to you?" your husband is a bastard as he playfully mumbles the last statement, making you glare at him instantly.

"satoru!" if only he's not driving, you would've smacked the hell out of him. satoru just managed to let out a laugh while keeping his eyes on the road.

thank god, megumi was fast asleep and tsumiki was too engaged on her show, while satsuri is still a baby. but that is not an excuse to behave in such a way in front of your children.

"oopsie daisy! i'm so sorry, my wife. didn't mean to be very voluntary." satoru laughed at his own joke. you just snarled at him and just focused on your baby who was getting drowsy at any minute.

the rest of the ride was fine. just satoru humming a pop tune that he heard over the radio, tsumiki is still busy on her show, megumi was snoring lightly, satsuri is now fast asleep too, while you stay as you.

"baby, can we get some cakes? i am craving for some."

"no. you have to wait after dinner." you deadpanned. seems like his sweet tooth is kicking again. it makes you reminisce when you're still pregnant with your youngest. satoru was craving food more than you do and it somehow confused you.

"but baby—"

"the kids would not properly eat their dinner if they proceed to dessert first. you have to wait, satoru."

"okay." the only available choice for satoru is no choice. that's why his pout is longer than usual, good thing you're getting a bit immune to that. but that doesn't mean you're always enduring his puppy eyes.

sooner than later, the whole family was now home. satoru was carrying the sleepy satsuri while you're carrying the sleepy megumi and tsumiki was walking on her while carrying the bags.

satoru refuses to leave his eyes on you as you walk inside the house. he made a comment on how clingy megumi is and you shouldn't be carrying him because the little boy's now growing.

you replied to him that it's fine and you want to carry him while you still can. like he said, megumi was now growing and you want to cherish those moments to its fullest. satoru was softened by your words. but that doesn't mean his concern about you lessened, so he suggests that he would be the one who's going to carry megumi.

however, your middle child refuses to be held by your husband, that's why both of you ain't got no choice again but to let megumi be carried by you.

"you should've just left him sleeping on the pathway." satoru mumbles. you just shoot him a knowing look because another war would break out if megumi found out that satoru talked about him behind his back. thank goodness, megumi was a heavy sleeper.

"you agree with me, right, satsuri? that your older brother should've just sleep outside?" satoru whispers to his son. it was audible to you, so you're not sure if it was intentional for you to hear him say or not.

somehow, it brings a small smile to your lips despite his silliness, you know he didn't mean that at all. stroking megumi's hair just to make sure he's comfy in your embrace, you decided to counter his words.

"and you'll be sleeping outside too if you keep on teaching my son bad behavior and talking crap to my other son too."

part 2?

©luvvixu2023

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 10 - It doesn't change anything

The prompt for this was "It's just the two of us"

Suguru is lazily carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair when he speaks.

“How was it for you? Presenting?” he wants to know and Suguru hums in thought.

“Unremarkable,” he finally gives back and tugs on one of Satoru’s strands of hair when he pouts up at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that one moment I wasn’t an alpha and the next I was. It didn’t change anything. It didn’t mean anything to me,” Suguru replies and it’s not even a lie.

He presented so early that it barely made a difference for him at that time and Suguru never gave it much more thought than that. It happened. That’s all.

“I wonder how it’s going to be for me,” Satoru mutters out, stretching his long limbs on the bed. “How different things are going to be for me when I present as an alpha.”

That brings Suguru up short.

“But you’re not,” he says, frowning down at Satoru, who is still rolling around on Suguru’s bed as if it’s his.

“I’m not what?”

“An alpha. You’re an omega, Satoru,” Suguru gives back and he wonders how he even knows that.

No one can tell the orientation of someone who hasn’t yet presented; there’s no way to predict it, no indicator that points towards anything, no gene that can be analysed.

And yet Suguru is certain of it.

“Yeah, right,” Satoru laughs out. “The Six Eyes, an omega. Are you feeling okay, Suguru? Do you have a fever? Is your rut close and clouding your judgement?”

“Shut up,” Suguru huffs. “You know my ruts don’t affect me. And you being the Six Eyes has nothing to do with it. It’s just—you’re an omega,” he says again, because Satoru is, will be, and Suguru wonders how he could ever think anything else.

“How can I be the strongest when I’m an omega?” Satoru wants to know and that only makes Suguru frown harder.

“How can you not? Being the strongest and being an omega have nothing to do with each other. You’ll still be the strongest even as an omega.”

“But I’m not,” Satoru insists again, his whole posture rigid now where before it was loose and relaxed. “I’m not an omega.”

He sounds angry, mostly, but Suguru can detect the distress in his voice and he decides to drop it. It’s not as if he can explain how he knows this anyway—he doesn’t even understand it himself, after all—and so he simply shrugs.

“Okay, Satoru,” he gives back and pushes his hand into Satoru’s hair again. “You’re not.” Suguru can tell that his words do not appease Satoru, because he puffs out his chest as if he wants to go on arguing about this, and so Suguru quickly goes on. “You’re not anything yet, seeing as you are late.”

“I’m always late,” Satoru immediately proudly declares. “It’s fashionable.”

“If you’re five minutes late, maybe. Not an hour or longer,” Suguru chastises him, though his words lack heat. Satoru is never late to meetings with him and more often than not he manages to make Suguru late as well for any official meetings so it’s not as if Suguru is really in a position to say anything.

“Yeah, well, I’m never late alone, now, am I?” Satoru asks, a knowing sparkle in his eyes and Suguru flicks his forehead even though he can’t hide his smile.

“I’m still blaming you for my poor track record with Yaga,” he informs Satoru who really couldn’t care less it seems.

“The old guy deserves it. Running us ragged all the time; the least he can do is wait for us to shower after a mission,” Satoru huffs out and Suguru has to admit that he’s right.

He goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair again, enjoying the way he goes pliant and soft once more and while Suguru congratulates himself for a job well done on derailing the impending argument, the thought simply won’t leave Suguru’s mind.

Satoru’s an omega, he just knows it, and it doesn’t make any sense at all.

~*~*~

Suguru is unable to shake the knowledge that feels deeply ingrained in him about Satoru now that he said it out loud once and so he decides to prepare. If Satoru thinks he’s going to be an alpha, then he will not be prepared at all when he turns out to be an omega, and one of them has to be.

So Suguru does some research.

He reads every book and report he can find about the presenting of omegas; what to expect, what they need, how to care for them. He takes time after solo missions to ask around, get first hand accounts of other omegas and he meticulously notes everything down, all in the hopes of making it easier on Satoru when he does present.

If it turns out Suguru is wrong and Satoru is indeed an alpha, he’ll burn his notes but Suguru knows it won’t come to this.

He still has absolutely no explanation for how he can be so certain about this, and all of his research hasn’t helped with this. No one has experienced anything similar; sure, there are people who guessed the secondary gender of family members or friends correctly but they all admit that it was just that—a guess.

For Suguru it’s not a guess. He knows.

And it shouldn’t be possible.

He tries not to bring the topic up again with Satoru, not after how he reacted the first time but of course it’s Satoru who can’t shut up about it.

“Hey, Suguru?” Satoru asks, his head dangling off Suguru’s bed as he’s looking at him upside down. “Do you think something will change when I present as an alpha?”

Suguru has to bite back his immediate response to that and he covers it by shaking his head.

“Why would it?”

“I mean—you’re not very territorial, not yet, but isn’t that going to change with another alpha nearby? What if we can’t spend time together like this anymore?”

“You mean, how will you cope if you can’t steal my bed for yourself anymore?” Suguru lightly says and laughs when Satoru sticks his tongue out at him. “It won’t change a single thing, Satoru,” Suguru finally says and goes over to the bed to sit next to it, nudging Satoru’s head with his shoulder so he lifts it up and rests it on Suguru instead of letting it dangle down.

“How can you be so sure?” Satoru asks and Suguru can tell that he’s honestly worried about it.

He doesn’t have to be, of course, because he’s not going to be an alpha, but that’s not something Suguru can say to him and besides. It really doesn’t matter either way.

“Because it’ll still be you and it’ll still be me, no matter what. You could be the most dominant alpha in recent history and it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” Suguru immediately gives back because he knows it. There is nothing in this world that could change how they are now.

They are Satoru and Suguru and it will always stay like that.

Besides, it’s not as if Suguru has any trouble with his alpha side; he presented so damn early that it’s almost as if he’s always been one and nothing has ever shaken him; no omega, no heat, no other alpha has ever managed to get a reaction out of him, so he doubts Satoru is going to be the first.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Satoru mumbles and turns his head so he can bury his face in Suguru’s hair. “You’re not allowed to let anything change this.”

“If we have to worry about anyone, it’s you,” Suguru gives back. “Who says you’ll be able to tolerate me close to you?”

“I will. No matter what, I will.”

“Exactly,” Suguru agrees because really, Satoru has his answer right there and it seems to be enough because Suguru can spot a smile on Satoru’s face.

“Exactly,” he echoes and then falls silent.

They stay like that until Satoru gets a crick in his neck and Suguru laughs at him.

~*~*~

When Suguru wakes up he is being blanketed by the most comforting, familiar, warm scent he has ever smelled and he allows himself a small smile.

Satoru presented then and he’s an omega, just like Suguru said he’d be.

Suguru doesn’t waste any more time in bed, he gets up and gets himself ready in record time, eager to go see Satoru, maybe tease him with a little ‘I told you so’ before he takes him out for dinner in celebration.

It’s going to be a good day.

At least Suguru thinks it will be, right until he opens his door and comes face to face with a haggard looking Shoko.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks because her bags are even more pronounced than they were before and she lets out a weary sigh.

“Satoru presented,” she tells him and Suguru frowns.

“Yeah, I can tell. So? Where is he?”

“We had to isolate him,” Shoko says and that doesn’t sound right at all.

“Isolate him? Why?”

“Don’t you smell this? His pheromones are too strong.” She pushes a shaking hand through her hair. “It’s probably because he presented so late. At least two people tried to jump him already. Even I’m being affected.”

That brings Suguru up short.

Shoko is the most unflappable beta he has ever met; she’s able to treat both alpha’s in rut and omega’s in heat without any problem at all. To think that even she’d be affected by Satoru—

“Where is he?” he demands to know again because this can’t be right.

Today should be celebrated. He had a plan.

“We had to lock him up in a basement, near Tengen’s area.”

“You—locked him up?” Suguru breathes out because this is so, so wrong.

Everything he read about omegas presenting indicates they need a pack around, people they trust; to isolate Satoru from everyone at this moment—

“Are you not listening? No one can go near him without losing it! Even now it’s—” She tries to cover her nose and Suguru realises with a start that she’s still being affected, even this far away from Satoru.

“I can,” Suguru confidently says, because Satoru’s scent is only warm and comforting to him.

“Suguru, we have to wait for another omega to arrive. We can’t put anyone in danger, not any of us or Satoru himself. Yaga contacted our sister school. They have an omega there but it will take them a while to get here.”

“I’m not waiting that long. Satoru is not waiting that long,” Suguru tells her because he will not allow Satoru to suffer for a moment longer or have to rely on someone he doesn’t know, doesn’t trust.

That’s simply not happening.

“Suguru, you can’t!”

“Watch me,” he tells her and he doesn’t wait for Shoko’s answer before he leaves.

He doesn’t need her to tell him where to find Satoru; his scent is leading him there and soon enough Suguru stops in front of a door.

“Satoru, it’s me,” he says with a cursory knock before he walks into the room.

Satoru is curled up on the bed, a pillow in his arms and he makes such a picture of misery that Suguru’s heart constricts.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Satoru whispers out, without even lifting his head from the pillow and Suguru sighs silently before he walks over and curls up around Satoru.

“Don’t—” Satoru chokes out, and he tries to get away from Suguru. “You’ll lose it, too,” he miserably adds and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“I’m not going to lose it, Satoru, don’t be silly,” he gently says and nuzzles the back of Satoru’s neck. “How are you feeling?”

Satoru takes his time answering but Suguru doesn’t push him; he’s more than content to hold him like that and he can tell that it’s helping anyway; Satoru’s pheromones are calming down more and more with every minute they stay like this.

“Is Shoko going to try and knock me out again?” Satoru finally whispers out and Suguru tries to push the spike of anger at that away.

“It’s just the two of us,” he promises Satoru, pulling him even closer. “No one else will come and try to knock you out or otherwise disturb us.”

“How did you—” Satoru clings to Suguru’s arm around him almost painfully “—how did you know?” he asks and Suguru can feel him shudder.

“I don’t know,” Suguru admits and noses at his neck again, trying to calm Satoru down.

Everyone he talked to said it would help, having someone close by, having pack near them, being smothered in physical contact. He’s intent on making this as easy on Satoru as he can.

“I just knew, really. I can’t explain it.”

And it’s not a lie; Suguru has never been able to tell with anyone but Satoru. Since he presented so early, Suguru has watched a fair number of people present and not once did he knew like he did with Satoru.

“And this? How do you know that this is helping?” Satoru whispers and he shudders in Suguru’s arm, though he seems more at ease already.

“I did my research,” Suguru tells him. “I know you only ever read about what to do when you present as an alpha but I tried to cover all the bases; I talked to Shoko to know what to expect in the case you present as a beta and I did my own research on what to do when you present as an omega.”

“Why is it not affecting you? Does that have to do with your research, too?” Satoru asks next and this is something Suguru has no answer for.

“I don’t think so. Shoko usually knows what to do when an omega presents but it’s no help to her. I don’t know why I’m not affected,” he admits but he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle Satoru again.

He really does smell good, but it’s nothing like what Shoko made it seem like. It’s comfort and warmth and it doesn’t spark a single aggressive or uncontrolled urge in him.

“What do I smell like?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru takes this opportunity to press his face into Satoru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Like all of my favourite candies wrapped into one,” he finally says and it makes Satoru huff out a laugh.

“So bitter,” he sums up and Suguru smiles into his skin.

“Not at all. You smell sweet.”

They fall silent after that for a while, Suguru content with holding Satoru like this and Satoru relaxing gradually in his arms and just when Suguru thinks that his pheromones have calmed down a spike of anxiety goes through them.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know, keeping his voice low, keeping Satoru safe in his arms, so he knows that nothing is going to happen.

“This is going to change everything,” Satoru finally says and it sounds so final that it almost makes Suguru growl.

“It won’t change a thing,” he vehemently gives back. “I already told you; nothing is going to change anything. You’re still Satoru and I’m still Suguru, that won’t ever change.”

“That was when I still thought I’m an alpha,” Satoru weakly replies. “Things are different now.”

“They are not. I’m not affected, and I won’t let it change a single thing.”

“It’s no longer in your hands,” Satoru whispers. “Yaga will already have informed my family.”

“So?”

“You don’t know, because you’re not from one of the great clans but—things are different for us,” Satoru explains and he smells so much like misery that Suguru almost feels sick with it. “I won’t be allowed to stay here. I’m no longer allowed to fight.”

“What the hell, Satoru, what else would they have you do if not what you’re good at?”

“I’m an omega, Suguru. I’m good for breeding and nothing else. Me especially, because of the techniques I inherited. They’ll want me to pass that on to someone who can use them, an alpha or even a beta. Not something like me,” Satoru says, his voice shaking and for a split second, Suguru sees red.

The thought of someone locking Satoru up, denying him what he really wants to do, touching him and laying with him when he doesn’t want it—it makes him want to tear someone apart.

“I’m not going to let them,” he promises and he means it.

No one is going to make Satoru do anything he doesn’t want to, Suguru will make sure of that.

Satoru huffs out a wet laugh as he turns around in Suguru’s arms. He seems surprised by whatever look is still on Suguru’s face and Suguru can tell that he takes a moment to make up his mind before he presses his nose to Suguru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Suguru,” Satoru finally mutters. “Am I yours?” he then asks and it feels as if Satoru upended a bucket of cold water over him.

Mate. Of course.

That certainly explains a few things, Suguru thinks, as he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Satoru is meant to be his, has always been meant to be his. It’s why he instinctively knew his second gender and why he’s not being affected like everyone else.

“You smell like you’re mine,” Satoru goes on, not waiting for a reply, not giving Suguru a chance to digest this. “You smell like all of my favourite things.”

“And you smell like all of mine,” Suguru gives back, because what else is there to say and he can feel Satoru smiling against his skin.

“That’s how you knew I had to be an omega, right?”

“No,” Suguru replies, because if he’s certain about one thing then it’s this. “You would have always been mine, no matter what.”

“Even as an alpha?”

“Yes.” There is no doubt in Suguru’s mind that no matter what Satoru’s second gender is, he’d still feel the same towards him.

For him, it’s always been Satoru, he suddenly realises.

“I love you,” Suguru says and he knows Satoru well enough to know that he’s rolling his eyes.

“Of course you do, my pheromones wouldn’t allow anything else.”

“Not true,” Suguru says and nuzzles the top of Satoru’s head. “I don’t feel any different than last week, or even yesterday. More hungry maybe, thanks to your scent, but otherwise it’s all the same. I have loved you, even before this.”

“Same,” Satoru says, in true Satoru fashion and Suguru laughs, bursting with fondness for the boy in his arms.

“But if we’re mates, then your family can’t take you, right?” Suguru asks after a moment and Satoru tilts his head as if he’s inviting Suguru to bite him.

“They wouldn’t dare,” he agrees and Suguru’s teeth ache with the need to make Satoru his, wholly, completely.

He hesitates, though.

“You sure?” he wants to know, ghosting his lips over Satoru’s scent gland and making him shiver.

“Are you?” Satoru gives right back and boldly licks over the same spot on Suguru’s neck.

It’s an electrifying feeling.

“With you, always,” Suguru promises and the words have barely left his mouth before Satoru sinks his teeth into his neck.

It hurts, for a split second, until Suguru bites Satoru in return, and then there’s only bliss.

Satoru is his. He is Satoru’s. Everything is like it’s meant to be.

[strom-in-the-sky]

Chuya as a husband

Mention of smut, chuya being his normal hotheaded. Might be occ?

Got these promots from my bot, but I just want to special rant about how I feel they would be as a husband. There is no mention of a strict gender but pregnancy is mentioned.

Chuya is a soft man when it comes to you. he acts like he doesn't care when he does. He was very scared to get attached before you got hurt like everyone else. Just he scared someone would come after you thanks to his role in the Mafia.

Nicknames doll, babe, sweetheart, baby, pretty/handsome.

Talk about having a God in him. He would treat you as one. [Spoil you rotten.]

He drives a motorcycle more than a car and likes to take you on rides. Would tease the hell out of you if you're sacred to ride on one.

Spoiling you in gifts or affection. Even if you wouldn't want it. He spoils you in affection, gifts. Name it, and it's yours.

He never takes off his wedding ring. Try too, and that person would be knocked out cold with blood on their face or just dead. Don't test this man loyalty or patience.

He is very overprotective of you. Do you blame him? No, this man had seen so many people leave or die in front of him. People he cared so much for. he doesn't want to see you ever leave him too.

That being that, he gets jealous very easily. He would glare at the person. Hold you close to his chest and even make a slight growl noise or just tell them off.

He has you next to his side to his side all day if he could. If Mori allows you at work, that's but at the same time he doesn't want you anywhere near the Port mafia.

He needs to have his hand on you or be around you. He doesn't care if he is in a meeting with you either on his lap or holding hands. Not buts.

When lovemaking, he is pretty harsh or loving. It depends on his mood. But on thing for sure, he would never ever hurt you. in a loving way, though. He makes it back up to you in aftercare.

Bonus. Uses his ability to hold your hands down.

Like I mean till you can't walk any more or is completely fucked out on him. No mercy, in a sense. This goes if someone dares try to take what is his.

Sometimes, when he stressed with permission, he would ask you to help him untangle.

Would actually adopt a dog since he doesn't want you working or being fully alone. since he gets a very big bank from the mafia.

He doesn't want kids. Sadly, he is already worried about keeping you safe, but... sometimes he does feel baby fever takes his heart over if he ever sees you taking care of a child...poor man can't help the growing feeling to have a perfect family...but he knows he can't.

This man is rough on the outside but is a sweetheart and only wishes to show his most ever devotion and love to you

Man is rich. He rides a motorcycle around like it is nothing. He probably owns an expensive area as well. Not even that he lives in a fancy apartment.

He has anger issues, and he is fully aware of it. He tends to control it the best he can around you, but sometimes it slips, and he yells. He makes it back up in every way he can he never wants to hurt his lover.

He is also an alcoholic slightly and usually gets drunk sometimes... but he is a sweetheart when drunk, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with you and smother them in kisses.

He doesn't like it if you know Dazai or even mention his name. Would probably go beat his ass up if you weren't combing your hand through his hair.

He likes to lay on your stomach. idc he just finds it soothing as you play with his hair.

In the end, chuya is a good husband he only wishes the best for you, safety, and love.

Proof read- nu, uh

[atopvisenyashill]

In HotD season 1, Corlys was the one who wanted a marriage between Laena and Viserys the most, while Rhaenys was mildly disgusted by it. Do you think that in the book, Rhaenys also wanted the marriage and was furious that it didn't happen?

Do you think that book!Rhaenys hated book!Alicent for "stealing" Viserys away from Laena, the same way Tywin hated Elia for "stealing" Rhaegar away from Cersei?

Do you think book!Rhaenys holds book!Alicent responsible for Laena's and Laenor's deaths? If Laena had been Viserys's wife instead of Daemon's, she might never have died from childbed fever, and if Laena had been queen, Laenor wouldn't have married Rhaenyra, Joffrey Lonmouth wouldn't have died at their wedding, Laenor would have never looked twice at Qarl Correy, and he would have lived happily ever after with Joffrey.

I'm asking these questions because I wondered if book!Rhaenys might have had a secret third motive for being the most eager to meet Alicent's sons in battle, other than fighting for Baela's future queenship, or standing with Rhaenyra out of sympathy for another usurped Targaryen woman. I wondered if Rhaenys was secretly the #1 Hightower hater in Westeros and wanted to bring down Alicent and Otto because she blamed them for her children's deaths.

It's certainly an interesting theory for her motivations. I think what's interesting about Rhaenys is that she's very proud, she's very intelligent, but most of what we get about her is filtered through the lens of Corlys' motivations and not her own. This makes sense from the POV of Gyldayn, my most hated enemy, as well as from the PoV of Orwyle especially - Orwyle is trying to keep his head, and making sure Rhaenys looks like a Peerless Princess might ingratiate him with Corlys specifically. Even Rhaenys' big angry line about Jaehaerys denying her father's line is phrased as a denial of her son and not of her own rights. Especially, imo, as in universe there's this dichotomy between Rhaenys as "oh we would have followed her such a shame about the misogyny" whereas with Rhaenyra it's a lot of "well you can see she Wasn't The Right Woman" I think Orwyle and Munkin really make it a point to scrub her personality from the the account.

Of course, we do get her personality shining through; it's hard to scrub it all when she's so active. She's patient, more than willing to bide her time for the right moment to strike. She's daring, the sort of person to run straight into the fighting rather than attempt to get around it. It's not that she's itching for a fight moreso that she feels a direct approach is necessary when the time comes to finally fight. She also doesn't go to the wedding between Viserys and Alicent. I think the implication is that Corlys is the one pushing this but everything we know about Rhaenys does seem like it could point to the ire being hers - years cut off from court nd just when it seems like she may have an in, Viserys marries the daughter of a second son of a non paramount house. I do think it makes some sort of sense that she would blame the Hightowers for what happened. However, I do think Rhaenys is also pretty clear eyed on the fact that both Jaehaerys and Viserys really fuck her over as well. In my view, like, Rhaenys has enough hate to go around lmao; she's the kind of lady who never forgets a beef, even if you've long forgotten it.

[cookinguptales]

Finally putting down some political thoughts, and put under a cut because I am not going viral for a political post, not again.

I suppose something that I've been grappling with is... how do you deal with reactionary politics?

I do not believe, for the record, that there is something innate in men that makes them more dangerous or self-centered. But there is very much a problem with men right now. We are seeing misogyny of a virulence and magnitude that I have never seen in my life. Like... "your body, my choice?" That sounds like something an editor would have axed for being too on-the-nose twenty years ago.

And I understand that many of us have been socialized to take responsibility onto ourselves. Some of this is the way that women are generally expected to do heavy emotional labor for those around them, and some of this is... well, I'm going to be kind and say it's control issues. (That I see in myself, as well.)

If we made this happen, if it was our actions that made men hate us so much that they've done all this, then we can also fix it... right? We're supposed to be loving, nurturing, understanding, and patient, so if all of this was a failure of those "intrinsic" traits, then... we can fix it by being those things, right? We can love them into not hating us anymore, right?

I think what's more likely is that what we're seeing is a radical pendulum swing. It's happened so, so many times through history. There's a period of intense social change, often with a greater sense of freedom for marginalized groups, and then there is a severe backlash to that. This doesn't just apply to women; it's happened to people of color, queer people, ethnic/religious minorities, etc.

Hell, I'm even seeing people getting angry at disabled people (like me) for being too "rude" and "demanding" and "entitled" when asking for our legally mandated accommodations.

It's scary because... okay, so this is a backlash to us getting rights. It's a backlash to the ADA. To Obergefell. To trans rights. To Obama. To #MeToo. It's a backlash to women getting bank accounts and no-fault divorce and Roe and workplace protections -- to women not needing men in order to have a financially secure life anymore.

It's a backlash that's been building for decades now, but which really seemed to hit a fever pitch during the Obama administration. Not only did we have a non-white president, but that president enacted a lot of protections for marginalized people.

It's a backlash born of people who had lots of power now worrying that they will have less. It's men worried that they can no longer control women. It's white people worried that POC and/or immigrants will "supplant" them. It's straight people worried about some kind of widespread queer conversion. It's people who are financially unstable blaming these problems on social change. It's people who are billionaires worrying that they might have a single penny less.

It's a backlash that's happened more times than I'd care to count; you just have to watch pre-code movies to realize that progress is not always linear, and that we have had short-lived periods of freedom in the past.

It's a backlash. Okay. But so what? What do we fucking do about that?

I understand that every time one group gets more rights, the groups that previously had a monopoly on those rights are going to fucking lose their minds about it. But how do we assuage that? We can't just stop trying to progress. We can't just stop fighting for our rights. Even knowing that they're going to come down on us even harder in the future, we can't just give up and let them destroy us.

Like... when there is no pleasing a group except by surrendering all power to them, there is no compromise, not really. But then how do we prevent these backlashes? These periods of horrifying, cruel conservatism that are a direct response to periods of progressive liberalism?

Obviously strength of numbers in the voting booth didn't work. Nor did protests. Threats didn't work -- nor did kindness, for that matter. Fight, flight, fawn. None of them worked.

It's something that I keep coming back to. Like... you simply cannot depend on appealing to the humanity of oppressors. It does not work. Yes, of course I believe they have humanity. But so many people leave that behind the second they feel threatened.

The best I can think of, maybe, is coalition-building. Not with the people trying to kill us. I'm sorry, tumblr, but that's fucking stupid. But... god, I've noticed a shift in the past decade. There's been a lot of very purposeful division sown between the groups that will suffer most under the rule of Republicans. Women and POC and queer people and disabled people and immigrants and the impoverished... They've been training us to turn on each other, and then they've reaped the rewards.

It's one of the reasons why I finally deleted Twitter this week. I just could no longer take the amount of finger-pointing and in-fighting amongst the downtrodden while Republicans trotted around like fucking show ponies. Oh, this is the Latinos' fault. This is the white women's fault. This is the black men's fault. This is those damn self-hating women and queers. Boomer-ass cripples, etc.

This is your fault. No, this is your fault.

This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault.

Like damn, at a certain point they won't even have to destroy us if we do it for them.

But at the same time, I'm not going to feed you some Pollyanna shit about how we all just need to join hands and work together. There are internal prejudices and power structures that are impeding us here, and I don't think it's right to pretend those don't exist so we have the outward appearance of solidarity. To some degree, that's probably part of what got us into this mess.

If we can't at least unite against such a horrifying threat to our very existence, though... like... we will be destroyed.

After the debacle that was COVID... I don't know. It is harder to believe that people will work together to protect the most vulnerable of us, or even their own interests. But I also just do not see any other way forward. We're not going to just convince them to give us our rights back. These shitty alt-right fuckheads see kindness as subservience, not as bridge-building. That's why they take all of our concessions, absorb them, become more powerful, and then give us absolutely nothing in return.

Things are about to get a lot worse before they get better. And the only thing that might save us is numbers and solidarity, even when we have problems between us.

I feel pretty despondent about the odds of all that right now, though, so like... I don't really know what to do. :(

At the very fucking least, though, stop making posts about how their abhorrent actions are our fault for being angry and afraid. I've seen it on tumblr, I've seen it on twitter, I've seen it on reddit... The past few days I've seen more thinkpieces about how women made men this way than I can count, and it's unbelievably frustrating. Like... when women felt threatened by men, they didn't enact sweeping reforms taking away their bodily autonomy. They just wanted to be left alone. These two reactions are not the fucking same.

Sorry that you ran into some traumatized women who didn't want to keep trying their odds! Weird that you decided to become a Nazi about it! Seems like maybe this is less about a woman who's been repeatedly sexually assaulted posting "I hate men" on twitter and more about systemic social messaging that you are being deprived of your ~god-given power~ by those who should be beneath you, like women, immigrants, POC, disabled people, queer people, etc.!

I swear to god, this is just the same "oh but the shooter was bullied at school and ignored by girls" rhetoric in a new coat of paint. Maybe if you really want to talk about how men aren't intrinsically bad, you should stop assuming that they have no choice but to become comically evil at the slightest provocation.

"Your body, my choice." Come the fuck on.

[kotamagic]

Another loaded episode of Lore Olympus, so let's dive in...

Let's start with Aphrodite. Understandably, she's upset that Eros and Psyche are missing. Obviously, wannabe-king Apollo isn't going to broadcast that, but that doesn't mean folks aren't going to notice that three gods are now missing after Zeus went into a coma.

(Is that the Horrible Goose running amok in the background?)

Why the fuck do you want Eros' arrows, SPECIFICALLY the ones for true love? They don't work the way that you think that they do!

Look at what happened with the truth arrow. Anyone looking at Apollo when that thing hit saw the truth... the horrible, nasty truth about what he did. (I believe it was Daphne? That was what led to her getting "treed.")

If Apollo thinks a true love arrow is going to make Persephone fall in love with him (and thus, give him access to her fertility goddess powers) then he's in for a rude surprise. If anything, she'll lend her powers to Hades so that they can kick Apollo's ass together like a power couple!

Or, maybe he has something worse in mind? Let's hope not.

Shit is still going down in the Mortal Realm. Apollo doesn't waste a moment blaming Persephone for it on TV.

Hey fucknugget, unless I'm mistaken, sun gods/goddesses were banned from the Underworld LONG before Hades and Persephone were even a thing. And Persephone made the right decision escaping to the Underworld to get away from your r*pey ass. Choke on a long, splintery battering ram!

Even in the physical safety of the Underworld, Apollo still has the power to harm with his words. It's bad enough that Persephone is guilt-wracked by her rearranged powers causing havoc, but hearing Apollo's gaslighting on the TV is only making it worse

The title of this chapter is "Wheat", and we sure are seeing a lot of it here with Persephone. That mural on the wall seems to be watching her.

We're pretty certain that Persephone was originally supposed to take over for Demeter at some point. Well, that's not happening. The wheat imagery here seems to represent what was planned to happen. As it closes in more and more around her, there's the sense of Persephone being smothered by the old plans for her.

On the other hand, I can't help but wonder if, in some way, the mural is trying to point her in a particular direction. Wheat can be grown, harvested, and stored; this is what the mortals need to know and learn to survive the (now) long winters.

We've been watching Persephone progressively sweating more and more throughout this chapter. While she's talking to this nymph, her vision gets blurry until she passes out.

She's running a fever and is put on bed rest immediately. There could be so many things causing this that it's hard to nail it down to just one.

The situation with the Mortal Realm

Her wonky powers

Apollo gaslighting her on tv

Maybe it's Kronos

Whatever the case, she is not doing well at the moment.

While she's in bed, Demeter comes to see her. Persephone voices her worries to her mother, and Demeter seems to actively listen.

"I barely know anything about myself..."

The cliffhanger is Demeter saying "Wait..."

Will this turn into an honest heart-to-heart conversation? Will important secrets get revealed? Will Apollo get shot in the ass with a truth arrow on live TV? (GAWD, I hope so!)

Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!

[mrsfezziwig]

Why ATEEZ Don't Win Awards Pt. 2 - Complexity?

In part one of this opinion piece at the end of 2023, I mentioned how the agency weaves the lore into every single music video, and how this is not helping the boys when it comes to awards season. I apologize for the delay; unfortunately, I struggled with how to approach this part, so I decided to compare it to the post-2024 awards season.

In a question I received and briefly answered, the point came up about how Stray Kids have the might of JYPE behind them, and I actually mentioned it in my comparison in part one already. Yes, they have the financial support that ATEEZ doesn't have, and I am jaded enough to acknowledge that this advantage helps them. However, I am not so jaded as to cynically write it off as the only reason.

It's high time ATEEZ receives the recognition they deserve for their attention grabbing performances and the incredible cinematography of their music videos during award season. Yet, that hasn’t happened... again and I still believe part of the blame lies with KQ. Following the significant reaction from 'locals' who saw their Coachella performance, it’s insane that these immensely gifted artists haven't garnered more 'official' recognition!

In the wake of the Coachella victory, are you really claiming that LE SSERAFIM were superior?

As I said in Part One, one of the things I found difficult to get past was the complexity of the ATEEZ universe and the incessant pushing of it by the agency and now I have to wonder how those non-kpop fans reacted when they discovered a group with such good music has a storyline as complex as Inception's plot (as in the film). Do ATINYs really think the majority of those people will be interested after discovering that everything has to do with a bigger overarching lore as complex as ATEEZ has?

WORK vs Ice On My Teeth

With the culmination of the Universe Z storyline, we all waited with bated breath for what we would be handed next, and absolutely no one had Seonghwa hatching from a golden egg and taking a ride on an ostrich on their 2024 bingo card. It was crazy ATEEZ, Mingki Wonka, and a buried Jongho playing a flute over a clarinet melody line. Everything about it was odd, from the lyrics to the outfits to the choreography, and it felt like a post-Coachella fever dream. It made its point well, stating that they were on top of the world and how hard they worked to get there, something more akin to The Real, which, as far as I've been able to gather, was one of their rare 'off the story' MVs designed to accompany the new influx of fans off the back of Kingdom. But it was still part of the storyline at the end of the day!

Who knew Travis Kelce Knew ATEEZ?

Coachella will forever be one of ATEEZ's defining moments, opening doors never before imagined and seeing some of the world's biggest names not only using the song but also participating in the TikTok challenges.. Or are we calling them YouTube Short Challenges now the government ruined the fun for our American compatriots? However, it turns out that this bundle of fun and chaos is actually quite depressing and still part of the universe. 🙄 The boys are so busy working to earn money to make their dreams come true that they are separating from one another due to packed schedules. It kind of makes sense, as not many scenes show all eight members together.

Rather than taking advantage of the Coachella hype and leaving the story behind for one song so the newbies could get to know the members better, KQ decided to continue with the Universe and Storyline agenda.

Honestly, the WORK video could have been a fantastic opportunity to showcase each member by putting their names and a really funny "introducing ATEEZ" biography based on fan edits to grab attention and keep it. Hopefully, ATINYs know the one I mean; it’s the one with Hongjoong listed as "Tired Dad of 5 Kids & 1 Demon," etc. I could go looking for a link... here we are:

Now tell me that doesn't fit the WORK video; I dare you. Just bear in mind that I am menopausal and having a bad pain day without any oxycodone because I forgot to reorder it before commenting something dumb... like I am wrong.

But they made Ice On My Teeth the 'non-universe' video instead!

If anyone asked me which of the two MVs we got in 2024 was the one outside of the storyline, I would have chosen 'WORK' every time. 'Ice On My Teeth' has the feel of being an introduction to the next universe the boys have landed in, becoming the pirates they always were in the form of a kind of mafia unit. Their success comes from dark places, especially as the dentist is literally murdered for ripping them off.

(But we also got that Yunho and confirmation from Mingi that he knows what we say about the recoil in his backside...)

Still, I am now veering towards the entire Asian award system actively ignoring ATEEZ.

Why? Oh. It's because of us; ATEEZ is predominantly preferred by international K-pop fans, therefore they don't deserve to be rewarded by Asian-centric award shows.

Is that a horrifying thought? Yes, but it's also probably true because Koreans can be quite xenophobic. It upsets me to say that, but if you find videos of street interviewers asking outsiders about living in Korea, the majority start out with how racist and xenophobic Korean people can be.

Seunghan's situation shows this horrifying truth in high relief.

There were battle lines drawn between Korean and other Asian fans, primarily Chinese, in the form of funeral wreaths and protest vans. For the first time, we really saw how international K-pop fans realised they had strength in numbers, rallying around a young man who did nothing wrong: a teenager experimenting with love, sex, and nicotine. [I mention sex because there were references to some more... spicy... pictures than the topless ones that were leaked] The absolute hypocrisy of South Korean society shone bright, and we weren't taking that.

{In an important aside, I want to mention that people say we keep failing to protect idols, including Seunghan, because he was still kept out of RIIZE. However, in his case, I will happily die on the hill that we kept this young man alive. No one could handle the mental battering of seeing funeral wreaths with your name on them just because you had something that those knetz who paid for them probably have too – lovers.} Note— using 'lovers' is intended to be inclusive of the many variations of partnerships that exist.

As much as ATEEZ are listed as performance monsters, acknowledged and loved by industry insiders, choreographers, idols and music show staff, we don't buy the products that subsidise the actual shows. Sickening but reality. Money matters and I am too old and too tired to pretend that in some cases those awards were purchased. I have no intention to hate but can we be for fucking real here— there's NO FUCKING WAY that LE SSERAFIM out performed Stray Kids, let alone ATEEZ! (No, I am not saying this actually happened, I am just pointing out how it makes zero sense to choose them over so many better groups in terms of stage performance!)

Stray Kids were chosen to be the 'boy band' representative group at the VMAs... oh, but that's American again, I literally just realized that as I typed it out. I told you my mind's a bit all over the place!

In conclusion:

There are multiple reasons why ATEEZ doesn't win awards:

Let these men write their own music for the love of God. Edenary must have dirt on someone high up because they aren't some kind of Heaven sent miracle team! This will make the sound more authentic and open them up for a whole host of additional categories of awards.

ATEEZ need more input in every aspect of their work. They aren't newbies, they aren't children who can't be trusted! Give them ALL the freedom to connect with ATINYs emotionally by letting them write what they want us to hear.

Focusing on the storyline meant KQ lost the best chance they ever had to attract more attention from new fans after Coachella. Ultimately, this resulted in the loss of a high point that could have been maintained throughout the year and increased the likelihood that award show committees would take ATEEZ seriously.

The fact ATINYs are predominantly Western makes it pointless in the eyes of Asian award shows to reward them, as their sponsors won't make money off products only available in their market.

We aren't making enough noise to force them to take ATEEZ more seriously. We all know that ATINYs are fucking freaks, but we are also a laid-back, kind fandom; it's not in our nature to be cruel and forceful. We all know it's within us, though, and it would take something significant for us to become the kind of twisted, snarling wolves we are inside to protect our boys. We are a pack that should not be crossed; we've just not been tested yet.

Thank you for a fantastic 2024 to ATEEZ! We got our first daesang for them and hopefully it's the first one of many! And thank you for the love you have shown me on part one of this opinion piece. Let's make 2025 even better!

[akiizayoi4869]

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He couldnt be THIS happy

Akills and Hryxy

Content warning:

yandere fever, bad puns, emotional conflict(but not as bad like with averse), dick mention, character aware of going OOC, panic attack, emotional outburst, knives, bit of self-harm, character believing they dont deserve a happy ending, hryxy doesnt know what to do but he's trying his best, hurt/comfort, author speaks/side comments, not really a polish fic so format can be a bit wonky

Written by @nyxus-nyx and me

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Akills=Italic

Hryxy=Bold

Previously(suggestive warning)

Akills decided to chill here after his strenuous activity 🚬

Hryxy appears behind Akills and stares down at him. His body was still half morphed beast as his tail dragged on the ground making scrapping sounds.

Akills flicks the cigarette and stomps on it

"not having a good day too, big guy"

He says so from his sitting position

(shiiiit i forgot Hryxy's in yandere-)

"Shit…." He hissed st himself

Hryxy just stared as he crouched down to Akills and tilted his head. His tail swaying more.

"i cant really tell if youre happy to see me or if youre plotting my demise already inside your head"

He deadpanned, staring back into hyrxy, trying to read something behind those eyes

”no.”

He fully sat, as his tail twitched and stopped fully. His eyes fixated on akills.

He cant really read hyrxy right now. Mild confusion etched to akills' face as he raised a brow

"…"

"Then what's in your mind, big guy"

”You..”

His tail began to sway and drag again, his mouth twitches. His claws flex a bit in the sweater pockets. The empty eyesocket continues to stare.

Akills tsk-ed and leans back.

"Well i hope it's not about chewing me. M'not in the mood"

Casually recalling how the thing with lavendar the first time he did it again after a long while. Doesn't mean much to him though, but boy it did left his body a little bit sore

"…"

"Ya gonna keep staring at me or …?"

Hryxy shook his head as he grabbed Akills and pull him onto his lap. His tail wraps around him along with his arms as his bodu warms up. Slowly releasing pain relief and healin magic.

“Tired.”

Akills tensed as he was randomly picked up and squished against Hryxy. He loosened up, feeling the other's healing magic

"Hey- didnt asked for this, just to let you know"

He stated as if he's gonna pull away but made no attempt to

Hryxy chuckled as his body slowly went to normal. He held onto Akills.

“Dont have to ask.. i already know.”

He sighed restin his head on Akills.

"well youre awfully touchy than usual"

He says, pretending to not know hyryxy is having some yandere fever going on

"Is there something you want from me?"

”No.”

He just sighed and held em. He grumbled.

“I know you, you know of this damn.. fever.”

Akills chuckled dryly

"Dont look at me, nobody knows what fixes that crap"

Akills took a long while to realized that this had probably the longest he's being touched that doesn't involve being chewed, pinned or generally in a pain inducing situation and it actually feels…nice? Gosh it's been so long

”Do you.. like dark chocolate?”

He mumbled as he reaches into his own shorts pockets searching for soemthing. He grumbles struggling to find the soemthing.

"heh, i dont really desire food anymore"

Akills says as he's being slightly juggled around in Hryxy's attempt to search something in his pocket

"And i doubt whatever you're finding is even actual chocolate-"

”Surprisingly it is.”

He chuckled as he pulled it out. He pulled infront of them both and opens it.

“Im not a monster without taste.”

"that's a first. I assumed youre gonna pull out some pieces of brains and call it chocolate"

”Haha.. cant blame ya for that..”

He breaks it in half and offers it to Akills. He didnt care if he couldnt feel the need or cant eat. He has his own reasons why hes offering it.

“Its a bit salty sense i was in a rush gettin it.. was trying to get the sweeter one..”

Akills accepts it and takes a bite, a huge one

"Not complaining, it's a nice gesture coming from you, might as well do the same"

”Mm..”

He bites his half almost biting it all off.

“If you dont want the things i give or do.. tell me.”

"heh"

He rolled his eyes, as he gobbled up the last bite of his chocolate

"I'll let you know"

He finished the bite and ate the rest, his arm going back around Akills.

He rested his head back on Akills. He closed his eye sighing contently.

“Your body temperature mixes from cold and hot.. its funny..”

"what can i say, im all bones and no meat"

Akills sighed humorously, getting a bit comfortable being in the others embrace

He chuckled.

“Makes sense, your a skeleton. If so, id have to pick a Bone with you.. would try to eat it.”

He smiles a lil, his teeth hidden by his curved lips.

“Im bad at puns.. its been years..”

"real humerus, bud"

"Really tickled my funny bone"

He genuinely chuckled to himself this time, he internally thought for himself, he's not been joke-y since. It's quite nostalgic to simply humour around

"It's been years for me too"

He nods and his arms wrapped around more. Similar to a bear.

“Tell me soemthin interesting sbout you..”

His voice almost sounded as a purr as he closed his eye.

Akills almost on reflex attempted to friendly tap Hryxy for getting a bit tight there but he just lets him

"Well…besides having an expressive dick and absolutely charming- wait, am i really developing a personality right now?"

He chuckles to himself, with feelings this time. It's funny

"Im feeling funny"

It's like his old self is stirring back to him but he couldn't care, it feels nice. He usually wouldn't be caught dead having his old self back but this one feels like there's none of the bad things, he feels the him who was happy. Happy WITH someone

"Hehe, im feeling really out of character right now"

”Ha. Maybe your being developed..”

He loosens his arms for him more, he twitches a lil as his chest begans to itch.

Akills made Hryxy's arm stay in place

"Dont even think about it, big guy"

””Sorry. Sorry.”

His smile twitches as his body begans to itch. These feelings are weird. But he grins wider.

"hehe, i know right. It's weird and fluffy. It's so gay, haha"

He gives a friendly pat on the other's arm. A vision of just giving hryxy some belly rub crossed his mind but he knows better to think that's one hell of an idea

He laughed as he leaned back some, trying to rub his back on something.

“Makes you think this is a dream..”

Akills twitched as a foul memory flashed before him, setting him to haphazardly pry himself out of Hryxy's arms. Reality is sinking itself and he knows damn well he was in this situation before. What if it IS a dream.

This is too good to be true

He couldn't be THIS happy. Especially with SOMEONE.

What a joke

Akills scurried away from Hryxy. He shook, his hand gripping on his shirt as he tries to get himself back to calm. He looks like he's about to have a panic attack and shoot out his knives out of sheer anger at these…"feelings"

Hryxy just sat there his arms to his sides.

“Do you need to stab somethin.?”

He didnt feel like tackling or makin him more upset.

Akills did not respond but his hands started to shake more and glowed.

After a split second, a sonic boom kind of wave emanated from him and around him was a dangerous amount of knives, more than his magic supply could summon. He heavily breathes thru his mouth as he shakenly shut them tight in a grit. His face pure of hate and anger, his eyelight narrowed as he began throwing all his attacks everywhere where Hryxy isnt.

Dust and debris flew to the air as his attacks penetrated the ground with so much force, the sound almost felt like explosions as it continues to rain knives.

As the dust subsides, there alone akills barely standing. It appears that he cut against himself as well. He was trembling to stay standing.

He has his back still at Hryxy. He slowly turn, face void of any emotions but with almost dried streaks of tears barely visible against the stain on his face.

"… it's fine now.."

He monotoned

He tried to walk back to Hryxy, he barely made it as he collapsed

Hryxy quickly caught him and sighed, he looked down at Akills. His face full of confusion and worry.

“The more ypu do that.. the more im most likely going to tackle you.”

Hryxy huffed and sat Akills back on his lap and started to take off his hoodie.(Not Akills' l o l)

Akills seems to response back in a form of a groan. Being the weakest of autos when it comes to magic, his energy consuming attack earlier completely drained him, and he's unable to heal himself of the multiple cuts he brought upon himself. He's rendered immovable.

Hryxy puts the hoodie on Akills and he goes back to the bear hug and starts to heal him.

“Would be funny if a knife hit me in the face.”

He chuckled

If only akills have some energy left in him, he gladly would without hesitation. But right now, he's helpless, vulnerable, and weak. Might take a while for him to deliver Hryxy's request. Right now he has to heal

”Wanna know something funny. I cant die unless my soul is crushed.”

He stared at the endless abyss of this room. He just kept healing Akills.

“Can’t feel pain unless is afflicted on my soul.”

Hryxy was only met with the sounds of akills' breathing but it gives off a sense that the smaller skeleton is listening, he felt more relaxed now

”I don’t think the fever.. affects me much. Im still me just more.. clingy i should say.”

He shrugged his claws twitch and his chest itched. He only wore a white bloodied tangtop.

“I talk to much..”

It's interesting enough to know hryxy is able to bounce back from the effects of the fever. In fairness, it's only worse at the beginning and in the end, but he seems to do well managing the middle part of the process. Akills' tried to open his socket with little energy he has, he wants the other to know he's listening still

Hryxy leaned back abit, giving Akills some kind of space. Hryxy ruffles his hair and rubbed his temples. Itching at chest now sense has room now.

“God.. fuckin.. damnit.”

A hand quickly but sluggishly placed itself on Hryxy's claws that's scratching his chest, Akills' had his socket closed again but a small frown form itself on his mouth

Hryxy froze his head looked down at Akills hand. His chest began to itch more then ever before. His claw twitches under the others hand.

“What..”

Akills' response was nothing but silence, his mouth twitches as if trying to say something but it feels like he's having sleep paralysis. What will hryxy be doing next?

Hryxy begins to salivate and looks away, he grits his teeth. Scratching helps him not feel this weird things in his body. It keeps him from lashing out almost to what akills does but less cool. He laughed to himself but it turned into a growl.

“Can.. you scratch it.. if i cant..”

"…"

Akills' hand that's trying to stop the claw felt lighter, indicating the small skeleton is letting him do what he must. Remembering how the scratching could only mean that some nasty thing will happen, he just felt a bit… concerned with his own situation. He's very prone to the whatever may result if the bigger guy keeps on scratching

He scratches it but not as rough. His body is aching, but he used more of his magic to heal Akills.

“You remind me of a cat sometimes haha..”

He licks his teeth from the drool.

Akills brows slightly bunched together, seemingly disagreeing to Hryxy's statement. He was able to open his eye slightly and for a split second, one can see his eyelight was looking directly at the halfbreed before closing again

”Cats are cute yet dangerous. Could claw your eyes out.”

He humed as he slowly drifts into past memories. The flowers. The names. Mother..

He twitched clenching his claw into a fist.

“Fun times..”

If there's two things akills hate in the world, it'd be being called cute and being compared to a cat, he hates cats.

"…"

He tried to move his hand that was still somewhere on Hryxy, in an attempt to get the other to relax a bit after sensing some tension from the other from recalling past memories

Hryxy caught Akills hand and kept it there. His body begins to shift and goes into beast mode, his body holding akills like a dragon with its eggs. He grumbled not wanting Akills to leave yet.

It's not like akills can move at the moment anyway.

akills tried to crack his sockets open to let hryxy know he's still damn awake, and he's able to open em a little and and a bit longer.

Hryxy rests his head on Akills lap and sighed and his red eyelight closes. His body warming up more. The hesling magic increases along with pain soothinf magic.

Akills' finger twitched in an attempt to start moving any of his limbs. He was able to sloppily move his hand to be place on top of Hryxy's head but it kinda smacked the other's face on the way, but it made it's way to the place akills want it to be.

Hryxy didnt mind the small hit but he soon leaned into the others touch. His horns and some waht spikey ears bend back a bit. Liking the others touch.

Akills sighed in content, feeling a lot better. He blinks a couple time and looks down at Hryxy on his lap, brushing his thumb on the other's soft furred head. He eventually was able to fully stroke it, his finger softly combs thru the other fur. He wiggled his feet and toes a bit and made a small stretch, glad to finally able to move. He goes back to relaxing and a nap feels like a very good idea right now. He kept stroking Hryxy's head as he slowly closes his sockets.

The End :D

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[jasperjv]

Hey. So 2 years ago Connor Lavery's aka khonjin's psychological torture of me reached fever pitch in my psyche and I was involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital in a severe psychotic breakdown that lasted almost 3 months. Now I'm indexed in his long story of his supposed inexplicable persecution. He thinks me, in my psychotic state, demanding monetary compensation for his gaslighting and harassment, was some kind of attempt at "cancellation" and me throwing a tantrum instead of communicating like an adult. However I deleted my entire social media presence after getting back from the hospital and haven't bothered him since. But he still thinks I did something to him.

The man is dangerous. He believes that the worst sin of mankind is the ego, so he makes it his mission to bully the fuck out of everyone until they have no self-esteem, boundaries of their own, or healthy sense of self whatsoever. The elimination of the ego however is what psychosis is, also unable to suppress the flow of the unconscious, identical to a waking dream. But when that happened to me after 2 years of mind games, he retreated into himself and framed it in the most disgusting way possible. Which you will see.

Embedded here is the first video I made myself specifically on this topic. You will see more details in a more recent video, and follow the trail I put in that video's description to get my full story. For the podcast in particular I would give a content warning for assault, sexual assault, ableism ("saneism"?) and general torture and terror.

There's nothing on God's green earth I could do or say to force him to take me seriously. I have probably half of you people blocked because just seeing anything to do with him would make my blood pressure spike. And it's high enough as-is just due to genetics. Maybe the rest of you might be able to be reached.

I'm so sick of fucking self-centered freaks trying to hold me accountable for actual psychosis because they're so desperate to blame anyone or anything but themselves for their part in tragedy. I really get gaslit about my own psychosis, and forced to prove a negative repeatedly (which we know is a lexical impossibility). I'm handed a blatant double-standard about mental health awareness and basic human decency, when in many cases I desperately need it more than most. Schizophrenia sufferers are 1% of the population. We're dwarfed by most, if not all, other mental illnesses. In this I continue to be thrown alone to the wolves. Sometimes even while being laughed at, it truly feels like. So I feel like I have to do all in my power to help make sure that this happens to fewer people than it would otherwise.

The callouts in 2018, the types of points of persuasion they were trying didn't make sense to me. Maybe this, though, could strike others. I'm more specific about how exactly he destroys people from the inside out. Stay the fuck away from him.

He's scared of losing his financial support from Patreon and ad revenue or whatever. I really, truly felt for that for a long time. But now I know that none of us are obligated to keep his ass afloat. It would be nobody's fault but his own if he didn't even try to heal his fucked up mindset and was just a raging misanthrope nobody wants to deal with. When you get to be my age, you become aware of all the ways to make a living. He could get disability. He could get a factory job, for instance. And that paid me an absurd amount of money. He needs to make up his mind about if he wants to be around people or not. Because he can't keep treating them the way that he does.

Oh, and if you're reading this and you happen to have any social connections with him whatsoever, for the love of God, do not let him put you on the defensive. About anything. Over and over again. It chips away at you. He doesn't have the answers. He doesn't have any objective taste like he desperately wants to think. He doesn't know any wisdoms that you couldn't get from someone who won't talk down to you.

Took me quite a while to convince him of the truth that he is only older than me by only a few months. I needed my hope in humanity and the future in order to not go and end it all. He did not give a fuck. He kept accusing me of lying about not being a naïve teenager. Just for that. Ask any well-adjusted and experienced adult and they will tell you to stay far away from people like that. The motivations that drive them to that behavior and opinion are bad, bad news.

He is intelligent, in the scariest ways. Intelligence of that type allows dysfunctional people like him to fabricate lines of logic that justify and enable the abuse they already sought to do. Literally anything can be justified with just the right kind of logic. Trust your gut. Guard your mind. It's the only one you've got.

He leads an excessively stressful life, creates his own dysfunctional world both inside and around him. I truly believe that this causes him many health problems. I've been having nightmares because of him. And as this built up and weighed heavy on my mind I got a fucking hemorrhoid. It went away very quickly after I made this video.

I'm feeling anxious as I type this. But I have to tell myself that anyone who would continue harassment of me over all the truth I've spoken is not worth my time or space. This isn't for them. It's for me, and it's for people who still have basic respect and empathy left in them.

Yours truly,

"slug"

[marshmallowprotection]

I've been curious about something recently. In Cereus you chose to really change Rika's character to be a much more uhhh morally correct one and I was wondering why that was? Was it mostly a way to push aside some elements that weren't that interesting or needed in that particular story? I think it's interesting because it ended up making the Choi father even more morally corrupt since the murder of mother Choi shifted from Rika to him. (I ask this as a Rika lover)

Thank you for the question! Would you believe you're one of the first people to ask about Rika in Cereus in the two years since the original story came out? Wild. So, with this story in particular, my goal was to change many story elements from the original game. You can see the changes in more places than just Rika.

Unknown and Saeyoung being forced to work together was one idea I wanted to work with since all the stories until this point always have the twins pushed against each other, wittingly or not. I was so curious about the dynamic they could foster when Unknown is upset with his brother for a few things, same as V, but it's not the same context for this universe as it is in canon. He tolerates them, but as you read the story, you realize why he feels at odds with them.

Unknown blames V for what he went through the minute he and his brother were pushed into the outlaw life. It's not V's fault, per se, but since V made a deal with Vanderwood... and Vanderwood happened to be the one that put the twins in hiding... in the worst kind of way... well, we can see the chain of events that makes him feel that way to his father-figure. Or, the flip side of that, you see how Unknown feels conflicted with his twin brother in countless ways.

He doesn't hate Saeyoung... but you can see that he hates that his brother wants to be buddy-buddy. Unknown doesn't want to play a game of pretend or fake smile his way through this. He wants all of this to be over with and Saeyoung keeps wishing he was the only one with dirty hands while his brother stays innocent... and that is the tension that makes this universe so interesting. They're at odds in many ways.

Some other elements that shifted are mild. Like, Yoosung already lost his eye during an accident. I shifted that around to have him closer to his cousin and V in particular. In this universe, it's much more likely to say that he's not as upset with V. Rika's death was sold to everyone as a fever. She got sick and passed away abruptly in the dead of night.

At that time, it wasn't uncommon or unheard of since the story takes place roughly in the early-to-mid 1890s. Yoosung doesn't blame V for that. He still feels... tense and terse around him but that's a mixture of dealing with grief. I haven't delved much into that but that one was a specific quirk I thought was intriguing to consider.

Now, in the context of Rika, her death is very real and tangible in this story.

She isn't pulling strings, but you still feel a sense of doubt about that, I'm sure, as you read the story properly since there are a lot of tight spots where it's not clear who the real enemy is. Of course, Saejoong is there, but... it's clear to the reader that there's more going on in the background until the very last couple of chapters and you see that it isn't like the typical ending for a Mystic Messenger story since most of the time, Rika is revealed to be a puppet master.

In contrast, if you read my story Calluna, you would find that there is more in line with the standard theming for this game, but in Cereus, I wanted the story to shift, change, and feel different from what we've all come to expect. So, with Rika, I wanted to explore more of the bit of sense in her heart that just wanted a family. I wanted that to be in her heart in Cereus. Sure, she was tormented by demons because in this reality—

She is still a victim of her adoptive family and her pastor... and the only reason she was able to escape from that is that V was the one who said he would marry her and keep her away from them. It wasn't the best relationship, obviously, because they got together in the name of knowing it was the only way to keep people at bay. But, they did their best in this universe to make it work. Rika found a sense of purpose and control in herself at the Bar.

She loved being in the spotlight, performing, smiling, and feeling like she was a true star... as if she was the sun that V made her see in a different light when she was finally free. She really was trying to do her best to make a family in the Bar with V.

She helped her cousin who lost his eye and felt like he wasn't capable of anything anymore, she brought Zen off the streets when he arrived in town and gave him a space to be himself, she convinced Jumin that Jaehee was the best fit as an assistant because she knew what it felt like to be a girl in the wild west who wanted more than what she was given, and she and V made sure that Jumin reminded to come and see his friends when he needed a break instead of trying to push himself hard into it.

I wanted this story to explore that side of Rika. The part of Rika that wanted to help people, sincerely. She's not a perfect person, she did make mistakes with the twins when she and V hid them in their home after Mother Choi was murdered in cold blood, and she did have bouts of depression and mania that made it hard to deal with the world around her.

But, she was trying her best, and that is a side of Rika we don't often see in written media because it's far too easy to write her off instead as an antagonist. While her self-defense murder of Mother Choi in the canon universe was a catalyst for her losing herself forever, I felt like I needed to explore something else for once just to see where that took me.

She wanted a family.

She wanted to be loved.

That is a Rika that needs highlighting now and again.

There's more Rika lore in the sequel story if you're interested in trying to read Andromeda since that's immediately after Cereus. I should do a oneshot or something about Rika and V in Cereus before the twins. I've thought about it! You've made me want to do that to help folks get a better idea of her!

But, if you want a story with more Rika involvement, you should try out Gardenia, et tu Polaris in the meantime until I get you some more cowboy content!

In reference to Saejoong Choi, I feel like he's worse than we know as well. Cereus was written in the throes of the time right after the After Ending and I was thinking long and hard about all the things this man has done. I think he's ordered hits on people before. I think he's done so much worse in the name of keeping power over others. I wanted to have a place to put that in a story, too. He's ruined more lives than we can ever imagine, and when he told Saeyoung that—

"You might've done work for me in the agency."

I just knew that Saejoong has been doing a lot of horrid things in the name of being Prime Minister. So, him being the one to get rid of his wife personally in this story? It forces people to look at that with the sense of "It doesn't matter if he has no agency, he's power-mad, and he will do anything to do it and get his money/title."

[rafayelsbelovedbride]

I don't think it was explicitly said that Rafayel knows about what MC's been through. But we know that Rafayel know Lemurians were abducted and experimented by Ever (anecdotes), and these experiments were about their immortalized heart cells (world underneath 8). He also knows that MC's heart is special in that sense (as he gave sea god's heart to her), and it's something Ever would be interested in if Ever is researching Lemurians.

Also, we saw that Rafayel asked for MC's information from Raincoat first and he knew she would be on Evers's list (world underneath 5), so at that point, he must know Ever would be after MC.

Finally, he knows that MC lost her memories many other times before, like the time she was the witch of the abyss, and he probably knew this happened every time she reincarnated. I think Rafayel can probably judge when was the last time she died from how much of her memories she still remembers.

So, my point is he knows. He has to know what Ever done to her or at least be able to guess because he always has to track her whereabouts as he needs her heart to revive Lemuria. In addition, they have a bond that supposed to make all his senses committed to perceive her, so I wonder if he can feel it too every time she dies :((

Also, one more thing I want to add, while MC blamed the fever for her lost memories, I don't think this is enough to place their childhood encounter to this timeline. I think MC only knows she met Rafayel before she started making proper memories after the chronorift catastrophe. In world underneath 6, we saw that MC lost her memories during catastrophe, and her memories were wavering for a while after that. And she probably thinks this is the only time she lost her memories, so she blames the fever. She just doesn't know all the other possible timelines and all the other times she lost her memories. This encounter may still have happened a long time ago when Rafayel was a child in Lemuria. After that, she had many other deaths to forget him, not just the catastrophe.

Now that the childhood memory with Raf is getting clearer, and MC probably forget it because the EVER experiments, I wonder if Rafayel knew about this experiments towards MC too?? Guys pls enlighten me😓 I read the world underneath and anecdotes of his but I think it was never really mentioned because he wasn't aware ... but thinking about how he has been stalking her for years, it would be nonsensical if he wasn't aware, let alone he also killed Raymond .... GUYS PLS ENLIGHTEN ME??? I THINK I MISSED A SPOT