#my mains are begging me to stop playing ranked

[goldemas1244]

When the 2-hour ranked losestreak hits...

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 3: Entangled Ambitions - A Pact Sealed in Royal Halls

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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Satoru’s heart stops beating for a moment, eyes widen at the harsh words you just spit at him. How would someone like you know about his powers? He was always keen to hide them, never used his abilities in the presence of someone apart from Suguru and his family. He doesn’t even know you that well. You, the daughter of Naobito Zenin. How on earth did you find out?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You clear your throat, nerves threatening to fail you. This is the only chance you have left. If Gojo Satoru doesn’t rethink his decision…No, there is no way you’ll die again.

“I am talking about your ability to manipulate the area around you freely, the fact that you can distort space. You are also able to create barriers and voids that nullify any incoming attacks, which makes you almost invincible in battle and is responsible for your great reputation as a fighter. But if your followers get to know about the real reason behind your skills…You know how great the fear of people with special powers is in this country, that all of them get executed. Not even Your Majesty will be spared from this.”

You are walking on thin ice. He is the prince, after all. So much higher in his rank that it would be easy for him to get you executed due to false accusations. But this might be the only card you have left, your last spark of hope. If Gojo Satoru won’t marry you, your father will let you get killed. And apart from that, this might be the only chance you’ll get to meet your favourite characters. What about Geto and Nanami? If Naoya and Gojo exist, they are definitely somewhere in this world as well. You are literally living the dream of every anmie and manga fan.

Well, except for the stinging fact that you call Naobito your father and Naoya your stinky brother.

“That are some heavy accusations you’re throwing at me, Lady (y/n). You know as well as I do that I could get you executed right on the sport for your unwise words despite the fact that you are a daughter of the Zenin family”, he replies.

The way he crosses his legs while smiling down at you arrogantly makes the urge to fall onto your knees and beg him for forgiveness grow louder and louder. But no, this is exactly what he wants. At the moment, all Prince Satoru does is playing and testing you. You can’t allow yourself to be messed with. After all, he has absolutely zero clue about what he is in your old world, that you actually died and reincarnated here. He definitely does know that your life depends on his mercy, though. And that your proposal benefits both of you.

“Why did you decide on marrying me in the first place? Was it because you fell in love with my portrait or rather because your family forced you to choose a wife and you thought I wouldn’t cause trouble because I’m a Zenin, because you considered I would urge to get away from my possessing family as soon as possible?”

Threatening him any further has no use. After all, Gojo is aware of the fact that you know about his hidden talent. Instead, you should focus on things you can actually prove, things that are obvious.

“You are a very loudmouthed young lady. I expected you to be more sublime. As a member of the famous Zenin family, you sure got taught etiquette and obedience from a young age, didn’t you?”

He can’t help himself. Just one look into your glimmering lavender eyes makes him provocative you even further. Of course, every little thing you said is true. Yes, your words are a serious threat on his way to the throne. Yes, his family does in fact urge him every single day to decide on a wife. Your proposal is the best solution for both of you, allows him to carry on with his unbothered life without the responsibility to satisfy his finance’s needs. But still…

“I couldn’t care less about my ancestry, Prince Satoru. All I care about is my own freedom”, you clarify, determination dripping from each and every pore of your face.

“And if you don’t decide on helping me, I have to find another gentleman who suits my requirements better.”

“Another gentleman? You are aware of the fact that I’m the prince, right?”

Out of all the arguments you brought up in this conversation, this one is the one that bugs him the most. Out of some strange reason, the sheer thought of you getting promised to another man doesn’t sit right with Satoru.

“As a prince, you are far above my status anyway. If it weren’t for politics and the reliability when it comes to the advanced weapon technology of my family, I wouldn’t even be considered as your fiancé”, you argue in all seriousness.

“What if I don’t allow you to marry another man?”

“Then I will find my ways to do so.”

“Fine, I will propose to you at the ball this weekend.”

Wait…what? After all the arguments, the discussions and the stinging fact that he stares at you with narrowed eyes, he actually agreed on it? Just when you’re about to thank him and leave, he gets up and opens his full mouth.

“But I want to re-arrange the conditions to suit my needs as well.”

Your pounding heart almost stops inside of your chest. For a moment, you just sit there and stare at him plainly like an idiot. Gojo Satoru, having conditions? This definitely doesn’t sound appealing at all. But do you really have another chance? It might be true that you are able to find another gentleman, the anger of your father will carry on, though. And who knows if he wouldn’t kill you even if you marry another wealthy man. No, this engagement is your best and eventually only option.

“What conditions are we talking about, precisely?”

“Once a week, I am allowed to present you as my fiancée in a way I will decide on my own. As the prince and future ruler of this country, I need to reflect a strong relationship with my future queen to the outside. It has to be credible. Everyone must think that we are deeply in love with each other, Lady (y/n).”

Shivers run down your spine before you’re able to stop them. Just one look into his blue thirsty eyes…This man won’t touch you even in your sleep. Doesn’t he have multiple young women just waiting for a chance to hit on him? Playing his wife for an additional day of the week. How wasteful, considering that you’ll never be more than his fiancée, that this engagement will get cancelled the minute it doesn’t benefit both of you anymore.

“I will fulfil my role over the span our engagement last and accept your addition, Prince Satoru.”

“Great! Now that this is out of the way, let me tell you one last thing.”

Before you’re even able to react any further, he grabs your arm and pulls you close. For a moment, you forget how to breathe, your nose tingling by the exquisite scent that radiates from him. You actually never wondered about the way he smells. But now that he is so close you would be able to touch him, so close that you can feel his breath brushing over the bare skin of your face, heat begins to crawl up your spine. Suddenly you feel like fainting, the immense presence of him standing this closely to you simply taking your breath away.

“If you decide on betraying me by telling anyone about my secret, I will execute you. There are no real feelings between us, I won’t even bat an eyelash.”

“First, make sure you keep your end of the bargain, Prince”, you bite back out of instinct, holding his gaze without any mercy.

Does he really think you’re scared of him? He might be Gojo Satoru, the honoured one, the strongest, the prince of this country. You might have been surprised by the way he grabbed you out of thin air. You are still (y/n), still you.

Instead of backing up, you take another step towards him and grab the collar of his elegant jacket. But you know all of his dirty little secrets, parts of his past and future. You are definitely no one to be messed with as well.

“And make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

You let go of him as sudden as you grabbed him, creating a safe distance between both of you by crossing the room and coming to a stand in front of the exit.

“Send me an invitation to the ball along with a pricy bouquet of lavender flowers. It was an honour to visit you, Your Majesty. I am looking forward to our next meeting.”

One last polite curtsy, one last elegant smile. But just when you’re about to call the waiter in order to open the door for you, it swings open by itself.

And your cheek clashes into something particularly hard.

“Oh no, I am beyond sorry My Lady! I wasn’t aware of your presence!”

That voice…You get greeted by a pair of the manliest hands you’ve ever seen, hands gliding up his definitely toned arms. He lifts you off the ground as fast as you stumbled onto his, arms holding you into place tightly.

“You must be Lady (y/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Geto Suguru, the steward of Your Majesty.”

“S-Suguru?”

Your widen eyes focus on his face in an instant, heart almost beating out of your chest. All those times you admired his drawing, the way he acted so elegantly. The countless fanfictions you’ve read with this exact first meeting.

Only to end up with him in bed later on.

“That is my name”, the man in front of you replies along with a small laughter.

That smile. That oh so charismatic smile. And that manly smell, a mix of mint and leather. You force yourself to gift him with a smile and create a safe distance between both of you. So this is him, the best friend of Gojo Satoru. Even in this world, you can tell how close they are to each other.

Will it stay like this, though?

“I’m sorry, I must have hit my head a little too heart”, you comment, finally ripping your eyes away from his brown ones.

“Do you know each other?”, the firm voice of Prince Satoru interrupts.

A look into his face tells you that he isn’t amused by this sudden meeting at all.

“I’ve never seen Lady (y/n) apart from the portrait that was sent to you, Prince Satoru. But may I say, you look even more mesmerising in person.”

“Weren’t you about to leave when Sir Geto arrived, Lady (y/n)?”

Gojo smiles at you without his eyes, a cold glare decorating his face that is definitely supposed to intimidate you.

But instead of backing up, you take a risky step towards Geto Suguru and bow oh so sweetly.

“Oh Sir Geto, I don’t deserve your kind words. After all, it is you who is a feast for my eyes. No excuse me gentlemen, I still have lessons to attend. I hope we’ll meet each other again this weekend, Sir Geto. Have a nice week, Prince Satoru.”

Without gifting him another single look, you turn on your heel and walk out the door.

You did it. You convinced him to propose to you. But…is this really what you want? Is Gojo Satoru really what you want? Just the way he stared at you with arrogance dripping from each and every poor. Urgh, you fucking hate him. There’s no way to deny that he’s driving you over the edge. Why on earth does it have to be him? Why not Geto, what about Nanami?

Why does it have to be Gojo Satoru?

“She seems like a really nice young lady”, Suguru comments visibly amused while sitting in your former place.

“What your tongue, Suguru. She will me my fiancé after this week is over.”

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - The Industry is Having Issues But the Spice Spicy Must Flow

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) eps 1-2 of 10 - One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames starring MaxNat. I'm over this concept but I do enjoy MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Tai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha to deal with. (Phupha is played by Gun Thanawat who was Khom, the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night. We like this, but we scared of the love triangle aspect.) Did that make sense? Yeah, okay, see what I mean?

Initial thoughts?

The subs are troubling but I’m enjoying this show a lot. It’s nice to see MaxNat get something meaty to sink their teeth into - that’s not just each other. Also it’s so smart of them to give us a fully fleshed out entire episode developing the alter romance rather than just a separation + death. It makes Khram’s grief and motivation that much more believable. Also it’s really nice to see Nat have good chemistry with other actors. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 3 of 8 (10?) - I'm still enjoying it. But Two Worlds is objectively better. So this one has lost ranking. Also, unexpectedly chili (the name of my heavy metal Thai cover band).

Lovey switchy and verse main couple too.

This is all quite pleasing.

The bit where the hosts pretend to be a BL couple actor ship was epic on so many levels.

Also unsettling.

All sex work is performative, and in a way there is something more honest about this depiction, in this setting, than what BL actors are made to do on the promo circuit. Which then begs the question, how different is BL from sex work? That's the unsettling bit, for me anyway. Not to slam on sex work AT ALL, we pro-the-true-pros on this damn blog, but actors have been shaded by association with True Professionals for a very long time and BL has already had one epic shut down in this regard. (See the PerthSaint scandal around Love By Chance, no I will not explain.) Where was I? Oh yes, so anyway, see the Gossip section for the part where they better be paid either way!

Also, since I'm a warped fucker, I found this scene funny.

And then hilarious when all of those BL tropes were just trotted out. Like a greatest hits reel.

Truly beyond meta. (How Absolute BL of them.)

Note he’s even standing in yaoi's patented "hands in pocket with the shoulders back"? 

Meanwhile, the gayest bridge in Thailand made its quarterly appearance:

And lip serviced was paid to the most touristy romantic things you can do in Bangkok.

And I mean lip service literally. 

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 5 of 8 - I’m still enjoying it but getting more and more nervous. We getting too close to Promise territory for comfort. EXPLAIN Ji’s reticence well and do it now or risk audience mistrust. We have to be given a GOOD reason for Ji's behavior, or he'll be irredeemable.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - NO SINGING. Yes smiley kisses and good communication and a nice healthy relationship. But no singing!

1000 Years Old ep 6 of 12 - Dropping in the ranks. I’m sorry it’s just gotten boring. It has, however, inspired me to invest in my own ridiculous cream fuzzy sweater. Which I plan to wear with leather trousers and huge stumpy boots, like the Kpop queer I truly am. Or do I mean vampire? 

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 6 - Seems to be an excuse for a small posse of Thai actors to wander around Tokyo playing tourist and sing in public . Someone stop them?

“Most people think this kind of thing is bad manners .”

Anyway, it’s v boring. I’ll give it one more ep but I suspect I’ll DNF.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) eps 1-2 of 6 - Meh. This is also looking suspiciously DNF-a-licious.  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube & Viki) ep 5 of 11 - It's brilliant. I love it. I'm ready to hurt. Let’s do this thing. 

Distribution note: This one has been picked up and is also airing on Viki now, so it may lose YT distribution in soem territories. I like Youku's hard subs better than Viki's subs, but that's a matter of preference not information since I don't speak Mandarin.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - It is good. Every week I like this show a little more. I'm enjoying a reunion romance explored in Japan's quintessentially contemplative yet slightly surreal way. The juxtaposition of the tenderness of the sex scene with this Japanese brand of authenticity was oddly elegant - for lack of a better way of putting it. All in all, this is a good show. Thought provoking. Stylish.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - It remains lovely but they sure are reusing a lot of footage. Also, this was a classic penultimate doom episode. I do wonder how they are going to resolve this show ethically.

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 8 - It is what it is, and it isn’t my style of show no matter what country of origin. Oddly that's one of the reasons I don't like it. Anyone could have made this, it's not as Japanese as I want it to be, it's just indie film club high school angst. Yawn.

I watched it, finally

The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube) 7 eps - I dislike vertical filming, but I kind of enjoyed this show as a BL. I like class conflict romances. For me the rich kid is a bit too dictatorial (edges into bulling), but it’s kinda works. It’s sparse and underdeveloped and a bit plotless, but mildly entertaining. If you're missing Vietnamese BL you might give it a try. 6/10 

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) 8eps - A Burmese BL that I had thoughts about but actually ended up recommending. Read the saga here:

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) ep 1 of ? - on one hand it's micro-installment vertical, on the other it's adorable and from Taiwan. I blame @heretherebedork entirely for my conundrum. As indeed, I did for My Type back in the day. (That was Nat Chen's first BL, yes of Kiseki: Dear To Me fame.) So I think I will also simply lean on Here to let me know when it's done and binge all at once. It's just too much to ask me to keep up with 2 minute pieces, I don't have that kind of endurance training, not even for BL.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - it's finished now, I dropped it at ep 4. Should I bother?

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing for some reason.

Man Suang that MileApo vehicle from last year is coming to Netflix in the USA. I haven't heard much about it and since the KP stans would have lost their tiny minds if it was any good at all, I'm assuming it's not good at all.

Gossip

Thai BL actor Yoon breaks with his former company and talks about some very very VERY shady goings on in the Thai BL industry. Including not being paid.

And whacha know, same thing happening in Korean BL.

Have I mentioned recently how much I hate the film industry?

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Soon

3/31 Only Boo! (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, baby boy idol can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

4/1 Love is like a Cat (Korea ????) 12 eps - This completed filming Aug 2022(!) which means there have been serious problems with post-production. This is another of Silkwood's Korean+Thai colab projects. Mew Suppasit plays a rookie film star, called the Cat Prince (for his cold arrogance) who goes up against a charismatic puppyish animal daycare director (JM of JUST B). There is also a side romance (love triangle?) with a veterinarian. Geonu of JUST B is also in the cast.

I wonder if this was part of the hold up, with Geonu on Build Up right now, they might have tried to muffle this one. Or maybe it's just that bad...

4/3 We Are (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN!

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV?) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner), Best and frest face, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Without ghost girl.

With ghost girl.

I think she may be my favorite part of 1000 Years.

CLASSIC tsundere seme description of a sunshine uke. Like classic'est of classic. (Two Worlds)

Is there such a thing as a tired trope in a BL? Since it is a genre that is made up entirely of tropes quilted together? Your philosophical question for today brought to you by Deep Night's kabedon (Japanese trope) + punishment threat (Thai trope).

Love me a lap sit moment. (City of Stars)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

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[slayfics]

Super Smash Bros Tournament in the MHA dorms.

You grabbed the popcorn from the microwave while still having your nose pressed into your book. You’d been obsessed with a recent series lately and not able to set it down. You walked through the common room making your way to the elevators to go back to your room and continue reading.

You were so involved in the book that you hardly noticed your other classmates until,

“Hey! You’re joining the tournament tonight with us right?” Denki called out to you.

“Hu?” You finally looked up from your book.

Since moving into the dorms Denki had convinced almost everyone to play him at Super Smash Brothers. Now he hosted tournaments in his room from time to time

“Nah, I’m super into this book Kaminari. Maybe next time!” You called, continuing to read and walk to the elevator.

“Are you sure?” He said teasingly. “I had you playing Bakugo in the first round. Guess I’ll just have to move the bracket around.” He said, eyeing you mischievously.

You stopped walking and picked your head up from your book.

“Does that mean you’ll play?” Denki asked with a sly smile.

“Fine, I’ll be there. But only because I don’t want to ruin your bracket.” You replied

“Yeah sure sure,” Denki winked at you knowing full well you were only coming because of Bakugo.

Bakugo only joined you all once. He rage quit after one match when losing to Denki and stated video games were a waste of time and didn’t have anything to do with real-life skills. You were surprised Denki had convinced him to try again. Or maybe it was Eijiro who wore him down.

You reluctantly placed your book down in your room and made your way over to Denki’s dorm when it was time.

Denki opened the door as soon as you knocked.

“Hey! Come on in! Everyone’s already here. So we can get started soon,” he smiled and welcomed you in.

You scanned the room seeing Eijiro, Sero, Fumikage, and Katsuki packed into Denki's dorm room.

You made your way in and playfully pushed Eijiro to the side, "Make some room," you teased as you sat down in between him and Katsuki.

"Oh excuse meee~," Eijiro said playfully.

Katsuki just rolled his eyes, his disdain for being here all too obvious.

"Can't believe I let you talk me into this again, shitty hair," He grumbled.

"Awe come on Bakugo, at least try to have some fun," Eijiro replied, trying to lighten his friend's mood.

"Alright," Denki exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "As you can see I have the bracket written out here on my whiteboard. With me as the first seed of course," he spoke, pointing to the whiteboard boastfully. "A six-person turnout tonight not bad, not bad. We'll get started with the first match now. Come you two," He waved at you and Katsuki to sit and get started.

"Why the hell am I first?" Katsuki grumbled.

"It's because you are ranked the lo-" Fumikage began to explain the bracket rules honestly before you cut him off.

"It's random!" You said eyeing everyone in the room and silently begging them to shut up. You knew Katsuki would rage right out of the room if he was told it was because out of all of them, he was ranked lowest.

"Yeah... just have fun, ok man!" Eijiro said encouragingly.

"Whatever," Katsuki said, falling into his chair and picking his character.

"Still sticking with Fox?" You asked as you picked your usual main.

"Just start the damn thing so I can get out of here faster," He complained.

Beginning your match it quickly became clear to you that you were much more skilled at this than Katsuki. It made you feel conflicted about trying to go easy on him or not. However, you knew if Katsuki thought you were holding back it would only piss him off more. It didn't take long for you to beat Katsuki 2-0.

"Whatever this shit is a waste of fucking time anyway," Katsuki said raging out of the room.

Eijiro let out a loud sigh at his friend's behavior and you quickly followed after him.

"Bakugo are you seriously leaving already?" You said following him out into the hallway.

"Why wouldn't I, I'm out right?" He asked.

"Yeah but... You could stay to watch the rest of the matches," You suggested.

Katsuki let out an amused huff. "No thanks, I don't know why you extras get so involved in that game. If that dumb-ass spark plug spent half the time training his quirk as he does video games he might actually be a pro hero someday."

"Come on, I know it's not fun to lose but-" you began to say before Katsuki cut you off.

"Be very careful with your next words," He said through gritted teeth, causing you to let out a sigh.

"Bakugo, listen, everyone in that room knows you're the best at anything having to do with being a hero. Your quirk is the best, you train the hardest, and you beat all of our scores in the last exam. So... can't you give them this? Can't you let your friends have their moment to shine and boast about being good at something?" You tried to reason with him.

Katsuki crossed his arms and averted his gaze from yours.

"Look, don't tell any of the boys I told you this but- they all really look up to you, ya know? So I think it means a lot to them that you finally came to one of these again, and it probably makes them feel really good to be good at something in front of you."

"I'm not sticking around to be made fun of just to make those damn idiots feel good about themselves." Katsuki barked.

"Oh believe me they know better than to make fun of you," You spoke letting out a giggle. "Like I said, they look up to you. Besides, you don't want to stick around and see me beat Kaminari? I'll be sure to wipe that smug look off his face and be the top seed next time," You said, finishing your attempt at reasoning with Katsuki.

"Tch-," Katsuki looked at the floor for a moment before a devious smile spread on his face. "Fine, I'll go back. But you better fucking beat his dumb Pikachu. I'll set off my quirk a bit during your match to throw him off so don't get startled and be ready!" He yelled and started to walk back to Denki's dorm.

"Pretty sure that's against tournament rules but sure let's do it," You laughed following him back into the room.

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[gazeofseer]

What is your role in the world?

'Not everyone is born to war, nor to love but we all are born to live for both at times, but what is the role we play at the backstage ; when we take off the costume and keeping the scripts at the table..a courage to face the mirror and walking out in the street full of people what are you then? Is what today's reading is about, I do readings only if it is channeled so let your intuition guide you well ; )

Pick a Pile

1.Supporting Character/Audience

'Beautiful eyes keep longing for deep and endearing sights of act, efforts and play..you enjoy watching, observing, you can look at the sky for hours without getting tired, you have a tough job but you do it with so much compassion and professional touch that nothing stays in your mind, the novelty of you lies in the subtle nuances of picking up on details which satisfies your soul, you have always been second in your life, be it rank, position, or in personal life this affected you to become more resilient and follow the lead of someone to give you a better space of stage where at least your seen and being seen, heard, and felt makes you feel enough'

Signs : White clothes especially scarf makes or one scarf which you treasure a lot, seeing strangers crying and tearing, and smiling at them, seeing 6:16, 888 and 11:11

Career for you overall : Film Direction, Photography, Anything that needs minimal attention keeps you sane, manager, designer.

These careers can give you the sense of purpose in life as it is your role nobody can do it like you do.

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2. Main Character

'Breathe, easy the world will go on if you rest and go on vacation for months, being at the spot can be heating at times that idea of being answerable to everyone gives you sleep paralysis and sleep talking is what your side effects of burning out results into, you need pause but everyone remembers about work as soon as you arrive even your family comes like 'hey I had to ask did you paid the bills? ' especially when you leave your room and come for fresh air, you feel being consumed all the time you want to shed, shed the way people perceive as it affects you mentally to keep in touch with the real you because there is very rare events to act yourself not any character filling the gaps in others life is like stopping between looking for the perfect mask for today and the kind of people you will meet'

Let me sigh, your future spouse has a message 'Calm down love, I was trying to connect with you when you skipped on your favourite love song, as you were busy I had lost my ear plug cover at my workplace and it was not the best day'

Advice : Leave everything aside and listen to the songs you love and sing your heart out especially when someone talks work sing a song

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3.Background Performer/Actor

'Struggling days are the best right? Nobody cares so do you..since you enjoy your two minute shadow appearance and celebrate as if you won an award for it, the cheerful optimism melts the moment everyone leaves, your role begins when you are alone, you act really very well, especially when nobody sees, maybe because you fear the judgement the lights, the shout pressure coming by the action, seeing the main lead being called out in insults walls your dreams under a illusion of having enough and asking for extra even in food makes you feel as if you are begging, guilt, trauma and ignorance seems to follow you'

Messages from Your Guardians : Leave your worries to us, we will ease the agony you carry, leave them to us and move forward we want to see you grow, grow out of yourself.

Signs : You have two opportunities at hand, make decision which has no regret attached, showcase your talent on social media, do not give up, people are noticing you do not leave !

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It was very personal I felt, I hope whoever it was meant for has got their messages it can be you if it is, let me know in the comments !

[thewondelandifulcafe]

Leona with an s/o who gets worked up pretty easily about things they don't think make sense.

Example. The first time they met, and they found out about his plan, they started slapping the wall and yelling, "HOW DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE!? IF YOU'RE NOT CONFIDENT THAT YOU'LL WIN, WHY NOT PRACTICE!? WHY PROJECT ONTO EVERYONE ELSE!?"

Very analytical, and WILL stress about small things if they don't understand it.

Often questioning higher ranking people because "Why do you do this?"

Even gets mad at historical figures and different events. Will yell in class as they ask the teacher why said figure thought that was a good idea.

Basically an irritable analytical s/o who hates how life is set up

Title: Irritable and Analytical

Menu: Twisted Wonderland 

Beverage: Thai Bubble Tea

Main Dish(es): Macarons

Side Dish(es): Pie: Pumpkin Pie

Spoilers: For Book 2

Trigger Warning: None: Please tell me if there is one

Summary: Leona with an s/o who gets worked up pretty easily about things they don't think make sense. 

Notes: You sure do love Leona. Don’t you? Can’t stay I blame you. But I should start writing for the other fandoms and characters. As always Y/N is G/N since it is not specified. I decided to give you scenarios cause I couldn’t tell if it was headcannons or short story so you got both. Honestly this is like a part of my personality. Is it bad that I think you’re calling out Leona for his stupidity. 

Leona Kingscholar 

Leona can be very intelligent or very dumb. There’s no in between. Especially when it comes to his schemes. He has good one mind you but the rest. Um not so good. Scar would be embarrassed. Leona left almost everything to Ruggie (I don’t quite remember if he did) You knows he’s lazy but come on do something.

The reason is so damn stupid. Why make a scheme to win because of your current skill level why not practice? I can guarantee you Malleus was not born knowing how to play. Why not learn. YOUR A PRINCE FOR GREAT SEVENS YOU CAN AFFORD CLASSES BY THE BEST OF THE BEST!

Leona is scared of you since you can be very kind and sweet. But when one thing does not make sense. YOU BLOW. You yell at the teachers when they talked about Jafar. “JAFAR CLEARLY COULD HAVE FOUND ALADDIN EARLIER WHY WAIT SO LONG!“ The Enchantress from beauty and beast. “ADAM WAS LIKE 12 WHY DO YOU THINK HE OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU!” This did bother me actually.

While Leona cuddled you, you kept ranting on about how some of the historical figures in your world made dumb decisions that could’ve changed everything! Leona is just begging for you to stop so he can nap in peace. 

First POV

      The herbivore scares me and I know shocking. But they’re terrifying especially when something doesn’t make sense. When we first met they started slapping the wall and yelling, "HOW DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE!? IF YOU'RE NOT CONFIDENT THAT YOU'LL WIN, WHY NOT PRACTICE!? WHY PROJECT ONTO EVERYONE ELSE!?" They kept yelling about how dumb it was. Sure two months later I can see why they yelled. Still calm down a little. But how did I fall in love with them. It was when they were calm. Actually calm, they were kind, sweet, caring, the list goes on. They were still terrifying. But as time went on I guess I got used to it. It’s still annoying how mad they can get over the smallest thing but I’ve learned to live with. Their points do make sense once you get the full story.

A/N: Soooo I did this I’m proud of it but I do have a story idea after a movie I saw. Sooooo be on the look out for that possibly tomorrow?

@queen-shiba that’s for the request it was fun to write!

[shadowscrybe]

Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 9

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none-typical canon content

A/N: Fuck it, here's 9 too. I got 17 chapters in the chamber. (Are all of them good is the question. The simple answer is ~no~ but nothing editing cant fix right besties)

Rayven had made it a few wing lengths into her flight towards the House of Wind when she remembered she had never checked on Eris. 

She could meet with him after she played the Highlord, but Lucien’s warning nagged at her. Autumn was no longer safe. At least nowhere near the Forest House. 

She cursed herself for not being able to reach out to his mind at this distance. She could send a message through the flames of the hearth in her room, but communicating under the Highlord’s roof was another risk entirely. She couldn't just leave it though, if Eris was in trouble she owed it to him to help. He’d do it for her. 

Rahne hadn't slept either. She paced and panicked right alongside Rayven in the night. Their flight was swift, but much slower than normal. She struggled to keep a steady pace. 

No racing today?

She didn't respond with words, only a small huff like she couldn't catch her breath. 

Another apology she owed. Maybe Rhys was right. She hadn't thought through every alley of her plan, and the consequences they’d have to navigate. 

They banked up the side of the mountain that held the House of Wind above the reach of Velaris’ streets. Winnowing here was impossible, so flying on no energy or sleep was the only option. 

Azriel had trailed them, Rahne reported. She couldn't go anywhere in Velaris without some bat boy hovering. 

Males. Her shadow mocked. 

Her feet landed uneven on the balcony off of the main hall. She took one breath to stabilize her shaking muscles and wiped her slick hands down her thighs. 

The Highlord, unlike Tarin, was always prompt in his arrangements. He sat atop the obsidian dais at the far end of the House of Wind. 

Rayven approached the throne’s steps with Rahne tucked in her wing folds. They argued over her staying behind, but if Rayven was stubborn, Rahne was unmoveable. She could at least order her to not leave the shade her wing casted; she was not risking her getting caught snooping. Everything Rayven picked up today had to come from her own wits. 

She should've bowed lower than she did, but that little girl stopped her bend at the waist. He didn't seem insulted by her shallow bow. 

“Father,” She fought the bile rising in her throat. “Thank you for granting me an audience.” 

“I called this meeting,” the voice of the Highlord carried over the rocky throne room. 

“Of course,” She made my chin dip, but held his eyes. 

“You were indiscreet in your false representation as my emissary in Spring.” 

I outsmarted you, she wanted to spit at him. 

He could not read her mind, but that didn't mean he couldn't read her face. She tried to school her features the way she had seen Rhys do hundreds of times. 

She swallowed. Here we go.

“I beg your forgiveness for my misguided judgment, and thank you for the opportunity to serve you in Spring.” Her stomach twisted like it was going to be sick, but she forced it away. 

“You have no rank among my court,” he paused for his words to hit their mark. She pretended to flinch and his mouth picked up on the side. “You take my daughter from me, then attempt to deceive me in the seasonal courts, and shame the court you've sworn allegiance to. Why should I let you continue to parade around as if you have any authority over my legions.” It was a question, but he began to speak darker, like he did when casting a spell. 

She made her eyes stare at the marble floor. “I only wish to defend this court in your name.” 

He was unreadable. 

“No male will willingly follow you.” A sick smile twisted his face. “I will allow you to go to Spring with females of your choosing. Two week watches, rotated with the cooperation of Lord Devlon and Lieutenant Cassian.” He repeated her words from Spring like he’d been there. “You and your females are to train with the spymaster and the lieutenant every day until your first shift following the spring equinox.”

One month from now. He was not only allowing her a rotation, but also knowledge and practice for the task. She forced her eyes to not narrow on the cruel male. There was a catch lurking around his words. 

“Thank you,” she said genuinely. 

“In return for your impertinence, you will send daily reports of your findings in Spring.” 

So not just a border watch. Rhys was right. 

“Of course. Any information I find is yours,” Rayven said. 

“The seasonal courts have aligned tightly for Tarin’s request. Why do you think I want our presence known there?” 

Translation: he would not have the seasonal courts banning together under his nose. 

“The authority of the Highlord is to be understood by the courts outside of Night,” She remembered the words from his teachings as a child. “Lest they forget our wrath.” Rayven met the eyes of the Highlord who looked slightly less furious, his mildly pleased look. 

She was passing with flying colors. 

“Have you forgotten?” Another layered question. 

“Not once.” She replied with honesty and he knew it. 

“There are whispers of a rogue Hybern rebel in the woods of Spring,” he said. And while her blood roared with fire, it suddenly chilled to ice. 

There was only one other person she knew who could hear whispers across the courts. Did he know? She needed to be precise in her response. 

“Just one?” 

“A female.” If he sensed her unease he did not show it. 

“Why would they leave behind one female?” She made her weight balance between her feet. She would not have her knees shake, giving her away in his throne room. 

His eyes simmered. “That is what you will find for me.”

“Am I to confer with the others in my efforts?” 

“I expect you to work closely with the males leading this operation. You may have the Ironcrest females answer to you, but you will answer to Lord Devlon and Lieutenant Cassian.” His word was law, and she was to obey. 

Yeah right. 

But Rayven said, “As you command it, Highlord.” She moved my shoulder a few inches forward into her parting bow, assuming he was giving her leave. 

“Rayven,” her name dripped like poison from his mouth. “Do not disappoint me again.” So it had been said, so he shall have it. 

He didn't need to warn her this was my last chance. 

She made it down the mountain of the House of Wind before she had to empty her stomach. 

A few passing citizens peered at her, some snickering. She sent images of dark flame into their weak minds and they found it wise to be somewhere else. 

She felt him before she heard the beats of his wings. 

Rahne decided to hell with her ‘stay hidden’ command and met with Azriel’s shadow. She couldn't tell his shadows apart, but she seemed to favor one above the others. 

“What happened?” Azriel asked. His scarred hands were solid under her arms. He pulled her up from her hands and knees and moved the loose hair from her eyes. 

“We are so fucked.”

[ldysmfrst]

Reciprocal Synergy (1) - Hierarchy

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 1 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 1,853 

Work count for Story: 1,853 

Genre: Omegaverse Au based off KinnPorsche: Thai BL Drama

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs, and the other loves everyone. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

This is the very first story I wrote. I posted it here in July 2023, but I have now edited it and finally decided to add it to my library. I hope you enjoy it. I only have two chapters written so far, but I may get back into it... once I am healed up from my hospitalization and almost dying at the start of August 2024.

Each chapter starts with a definition. (thought it would be cool) 💜💜💜

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter does have guns, violence, Alpha, and motorcycles.

Library of LdySmFrst / Reciprocal Synergy Master List

hi·er·ar·chy

/ˈhī(ə)ˌrärkē/

noun

A system or organization in which people or groups are ranked one above the other according to status or authority.

It is everywhere and in everything.  

From birth, children are subject to their elders; in schooling, students are subject to teachers who are subject to administration.  

At work, new hires are the bottom man on the totem pole, followed by the leads or supervisors, and above them are managers and directors; then, at the top, you have CEOs and owners.  

Everyone on the planet should abide by all variations of hierarchies.  

However, an internal hierarchy also comes into play when humans are between 15 and 18 years old and present as Alpha, Beta, or Omega. This would tip the scales and disrupt everyone's checks and balances of other hierarchies in play.  

Luckily, times have progressed, and there have been rights movements, laws put in place, and general manners taught to all.  Now, Omegas can hold positions of power, and Alphas can be the homemaker of the family.  Still, they rarely do as it is in their nature to act accordingly and submit appropriately.  

Then you have the scarce and highly respected ones that remain human and never present. They are seen as gemstones or purity markers and are coveted, not in a good way.

That is where you will find my name, Anikinn Theerapanyakun, in the books.  Next to it, Gender class: N/A Human.  Status: Second Child of the Main family, named Heir to the family business.

Once it was clear that my Elder brother, Thankhun—Beta, was not of sound mind after being kidnapped, and my youngest brother, Kimhandt—Alpha, left the family to follow a music career, I was the best and only choice to take over as the leader of the strongest Mafia in Thailand. 

When I never presented a second gender, it was seen by many as a sign that one so rare should be the one to take over. 

One would think that the transition would have been smooth and accepted, but that hardly happens in my world. 

To prove that I was the best choice, aside from my sub-gender rarity, I efficiently managed to turn a higher profit from our “trades” than my father had during his entire reign. This earned respect from many of those who served the family. The ones who didn’t show their proper respect were given reasons to fear disrespecting me as the new Head of the family.  

Some attempted to tell me that I needed to be protected by someone with the sub-gender of an Alpha. Both Alpha men and women came begging my father to mate me off just because I was only a human.  

It didn’t stop there. 

We even got a few offers to mating from the desperate Omega who sought to make a name for themselves as bagging one of Thailand’s top 10 most eligible bachelors. 

I have been burned once, a long time ago, by someone who wanted to mate with me… someone I almost gave my heart and soul to. 

However, there is still unrest among some of the leading mafia families in and around Thailand, and taking a mate would be used against me. So I don’t, trying to avoid any more weakness in my image.  I'm not saying that I don’t dabble in the pretty boy now and again, but nothing committed, always paid for, and no kissing is ever allowed. 

“Damn Italians!  Always trying to show that they only follow my Alphahole of a father!”

“Khun Kinn, we need to get you out of here,” Big, my head of security detail, yells at me over the gunfire and motorcycle engines as we run down the alleyway.  

Ducking, shooting back, trying not to fall, and not knowing where we are going or where the hell my security team is. 

“Ahh!!” Big screams, gripping his arm, “Go on, Khun Kinn.  I will try to hold them off here.  Pete says they are close.  Keep your phone on you, Khun Kinn.  Don’t worry, Arm will trace it, and I will always find you, Boss.” 

Big directs me as the bullets stop flying for a few moments and then shoves me down an alleyway filled with neon lights, smelling of piss, vomit, and booze. 

I trust my team as much as allowed in my world and take off looking for any entrance—the need to get inside without being seen becomes my driving force. 

Why is every street filled with people, dark, and seemingly without a way out?

I look down another alleyway, and I hear music playing!!  Thank God there must be a club or bar nearby, which means they will have a loading dock or patio where I can get in.

Following the music, I hear the shouts and pounding feet behind me, catching up.

Suddenly, the narrow alleyway opens to precisely what I thought it would be: a loading area, but it's not empty.  Even with death following behind me, my breath catches at the sight of a gorgeous, well-toned man leaning against the wall smoking. 

“I need your help!”

The man was startled at my demand as my pursuers busted through the alleyway behind me. 

Quickly, I made my way to stand next to the man, “Aren’t you going to help me?”

After taking a quick glance at the low-life thugs that are squaring off with us and a cursory head-to-toe spine-tingling look at me, the man smiles cheekily and simply says, “$50,000.”

“Excuse me?!?”

“You want my help?  It's gonna cost $50K.  Take it or leave it,” the man states over his shoulder as he puts out his smoke, rolls his defined shoulders, and cracks his neck.  “Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.” 

That is when the world just slowed down.

Without breaking a sweat, the man lays out all three of my pursuers, then smiles at me and bares his elongated K-9s.  

This man is an Alpha, and I just received protection with a price.

I hope he sticks to the money and is not hoping for anything more because I am not an Omega and will not bow down to another Alphahole. 

Slowly, albeit smugly, he walks up to me.  

He is getting ready to say something, but a flash of silver over his shoulder pulls my attention behind him, where one of the thugs struggling to stand is getting prepared to shoot him.  Without any thought, just instinct, I pull the man towards me and cover him.  

A deep, rumbling growl emits from the man I am now hunched over protecting.  

Why the hell am I protecting him now?  

He is the one getting paid to protect me from this shit.

Before another thought can form, the man tugs on my arm and pulls me through what I assume is a bar and out the front.  He hops on an older, slightly beat-up motorcycle.  

All I can do is stare.  

Why is that so hot-looking right now?  

I am trying not to get shot, and here I am, trying not to drool at the sight of a slightly sweaty unknown Alpha with well-toned muscles, tight black pants, and straddling a cheap-ass motorcycle.

BANG BANG

“Fuck, dude!  Get on!” The man yells at me again with a bit of a growl in his voice and starts the motorcycle up.  

Quickly following his orders, for nooooo reason other than to save my ass, I hop on his bike, and off we go.  The sudden jerk of the motorcycle startles me, and I grab onto the man's waist to avoid falling off.  Zig-zagging through traffic, time passes, and the speed slows down, but my grip on the man stays the same.  

Who can blame me, right?  

He is a friendly, solid, warm, burning wood-scented man driving, and I am a passenger.  

If anyone asks, it was for safety reasons.

Once we knew the coast was clear and we were no longer in danger, the man pulled into a filling station, and I got off.

“Thank you for your help.” 

I tell him while attempting to collect some resemblance of decorum with “windblown hair” and an “after being chased” disheveled suit.  

Silence.  

No, you are welcome, or no problem… just silence.  

Looking up, I see the Alpha look at me with piercing eyes, as if he expects me to pull a stunt or KowTow.  

“What is your name?  I need to know for the gift baskets,” I ask, which only gets me a smirk as he slowly stands up and walks toward me, still his gaze unyielding. 

“$50,000.”

“Oh that is right.  I do not carry a wallet on me.  Give me your name and phone number so I can wire it to you?”

“Oh yes, here you go.  I will surely give a man I do not know, who has no scent, and who used me to avoid being killed my number so that his henchmen can come to find me and silence me in my sleep.  I think not.” He smugly and growly informs me, placing his hands on his hips.  

The only thought passing through my mind is ‘I wonder how his hips would feel in my hands or his hand holding my hips instead.”

While I am blatantly staring at said man's hips, he steps close enough to me that a warm puff of air smelling of burning wood, like a fireplace, is blown on my face without me noticing.  

Snapping out of my what can only be explained as a temporary loss of consciousness and not horny teenage-like daydreams, I now realize the Alpha is so close a deep, quick breath would be all it would take to… 

DAMN IT, KINN!  

Think with your brain and not your balls.  

Sneering at the closeness in proximity and taking a step back, the man takes me in one more time.  Running his tongue along his teeth, his eyes light up, and with speed only Alphas possess, he has my left arm in his hand and is grabbing my watch. 

“This will do.  I'm sure it's worth enough.  You can borrow money for a pay phone.” Stepping back, the Alpha mounts the motorcycle, slips on the watch, and starts the engine up. 

Before I knew it, a panic started to make a pit in my stomach. 

He is leaving!  

He can’t go!  

“Wait!” I yell, startling him, “I never got your name.  So I can pray for blessings upon you for helping me?” I question, taking a step forward, praying that Arm and Big arrive before he leaves.

After a sideways glance and a fake smile, "Jom, my name is Jom,” he says as he rides off. 

Arm, my tech geek bodyguard, is talented, but I hope he is good enough to find this Alpha Jom.  He has my favorite watch, and I should give him the money out of proper etiquette, but the pit in my hand just doubled in size at the thought of never finding him again.  

I swear it is just about good business and nothing more… is nothing more… it shouldn’t be anything more... Right?

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[teddybasmanov]

Sometimes I feel the need to confess my cringeness to the world so I hope you know that my unwritten canon-non-compliant fic about Commissar Elrick ends with a scene in which he and the listener argue about politics and accidentally wake their child up.

If you want to know how I - a person deathly allergic to baby fics - ended up thinking that, there are details (headcanons?) under the cut.

It's a bit more than a thousand (1000! That's not the fic, that's me saying what I would write, if I could) words long and there's also one pregnancy mention in passing.

Anyway canon non-compliance is mostly in the listener's backstory, because I'm stupid and I found out that the elven playlist is a continuos story with one listener and not two separate ones, so I kind of assumed that This listener's story starts with the inquisitor's interrogation and whatever was before is up to me. Well, what was before? Let's see.

This is going to be unrealistic and purely for the convenience of the furtherer story (when will I stop trying to make excuses for myself and actually write what I want? probably never). The listener was a servant/slave of an eccentric elven noble - they thought it would be amusing to keep a human around teach them things, maybe make them sort of a secretary but also most probably 'fool around' with them. The rest of the stuff doesn't like them, because they think the listener is 'master's favourite' and get preferences without working hard, so while they're not working they're probably hiding in the library and read whatever they can get their hands on (cue: a lot of political theory, including, probably, books banned by the elven imperium).

They get taken in for questioning with the inquisitor because they're in the wrong place at the wrong time (if I recall correctly they're accused of blowing something up) and/or because their master is out of governmental favour. Then three interrogations happen - inquisitor, copper (whom they didn't believe, by the way, and when he tried to play them the whole 'I'm letting you go, be my friend' thing - they totally shot him the moment he handed them the gun - it was just unloaded), commissar - and the commissar offers to actually let them go wherever they want. Well, they drop to their knees at his feet and beg him not to make them go, tell him they can do anything - cook, clean, do the paperwork he hates so much - anything, just don't make them go, because they have nowhere to go and they want to be useful. Here comes one of my favourite tropes - "has been used their whole life" person meets "I just to be nice and help you" person.

So Elrick and his 'boys' take care of their new human friend as best they can (I like to think that Elrick and the listener share the inquisitor's bedroom - not out of romance but out of utility) and the listener in turn takes care of them - and takes on most of paperwork and when the superiors start receiving those papers they notice that the reports suddenly become more orthographically and grammatically correct, more eloquent - hell, the handwriting changes. So, when Elrick's unit (? whatever sized part of the military he's working with) is back with the main forces, those superiors inquire what happened and after some awkward questions they're met with a human with serious eyes and a uniform greatcoat way too big for them. This is when they get noticed and start slowly moving up the ranks, so to speak.

They probably start working with some higher officials, start speaking their mind (remember - they're somewhat educated), probably as a human they might get assigned to the People's Commissariat of Nationalities (the thing Elrick mentions, even he calls it the wrong word), productively work there, move to the capital (or at least a big city). Elrick, considering he's also not the last person gets transferred there too and they don't lose contact. Considering the story is set in a mix of The Great October Socialistic Revolution and the ending of World War II people are getting married fast - because they don't know what's going to happen next and there's that wave of altogether change (and dare I say happiness, if we take the Victory), people in the military especially, so they do too.

When they settle down in the city considering they're a decently ranked officer and a government worker they have comparatively good living arrangements - again considering the timing a separate apartment is unlikely - I'd bet two good rooms in a communal apartment (which for two and even three people is still a lot). The child happens naturally and I don't care if it's fpreg, mpreg or adoption (considering the amount of orphans after the revolution and the war) it doesn't really matter, but I like to think it's half-elven, half-human.

Considering the listener's background they take their work really seriously and probably stay at work late often and don't have much free time, so they and Elrick rely a lot of social services for taking care of the child (like child care), which Elrick is not too happy about, so one late evening when they're having supper he tries to talk to them about it and maybe even slightly guilt them for not spending enough time with their baby, so they whisper argue in one room, while the subject of their disagreement sleeps in the other:

Elrick: Do you care more for your work or your own child? The listener: I care more for our new developing state. Elrick, almost furiously: What? Is the state going to care for them?! The listener, calmly and seriously: Yes, for them and for many other children who are much less lucky. Elrick: *angrily drops his spoon on the plate*

The sudden loud clink wakes up the baby and it starts crying in the other room, the listener shoots Elrick an unreadable glare, while getting up from the table and leaves the room, closing the door behind them. Elrick drops his head on hands and tiredly rubs his eyes, hearing his partner's shushes in their human tongue he doesn't understand. Soon the crying stops but they don't return, so he goes to check on them and faces a heart-squeezing scene - his spouse, still in their work clothes, sitting on the floor by the crib with the baby on their chest, both of them asleep. He has half the heart to just join them there, but the voice of reason wins and he very carefully picks up them both to put them in the bed together, where after dealing with the dishes and ditching everyone's shoes he does join them after all. He's going to get a tongue lashing from his partner for not waking them up, but that's tomorrow.

Flashback to the first few days they spent together when he would find them asleep at the desk and carry them to the bed and they would wake up huddling for warmth because the electricity has been long gone and they don't have enough firewood.

[doveofmourning]

While I'm thinking about it this is my ranking of every ghostface! (I'm counting anyone who did at least one on screen kill while wearing the mask!)

Billy Loomis: truly the OG and the man with the plan. I'm a lesbian and I also know I SHOULDN'T be thirsty for him but there's something about how deranged he is while still thinking things through so well that kinda does it for me!

Amber Freeman: oh my god she's an idiot but she's just like me for real!!! Probably my favorite sequel ghostface honestly. Plus she killed that man??? Who we all thought was unkillable????? Soooo...

Stu Macher: did you really think he'd be any lower? He was impulsive and kinda ruined the plan but he had the spirit.

Charlie Walker: fucking moron who got played hard but his kills were enjoyable and also if I'm being real estrogen would have saved her. Literally put down the knife and transition instead, Jill isn't going to love you bbg.

Sam Carpenter: Only one kill but you know damn well she wanted more and honestly the ability to have done it, IN THE MASK, with the hallucinations begging her to do more, and still stop once it wasn't self defense? Yeah okay queen you're an icon.

Danny Johnson: technically a spinoff character but I'll include him since he wore the mask and used the name!! I love Danny but also he's a creep and doesn't really feel emotionally like ghostface to me. But he's cool ig!! I'd watch a movie with him in it.

Jill Roberts: Look she's a bitch but her plan was GOOD. Honestly it's only plot armor that made her lose. She planned it well and I'm impressed with her even if she's sick and twisted.

Sydney Prescott: Barely counts tbqh but also she did do it so I'll give it to her just for being a badass, since everyone below this is at least kind of disappointing.

Jason Carvey: second best opening kill in the franchise, VERY slightly beating out the opening kill for Scream 2. I'm sad we never really got to know him and I do think he should have had a chance in that fight.

Quinn Bailey: All 3 of the main Scream 6 ghostface killers kinda suck but she sucks the least, mostly for that fight scene with Gale! She kicked ass there and I'll give her the point for it.

Ethan Bailey: He still sucks and is bland as a character but had two VERY cool sequences. (The ladder sequence which was the kill that made me saddest and most uncomfortable and the train sequence.) Bland though.

Debbie Loomis: didn't even really get her hands dirty except the once and then it was one of the best characters in the franchise so I do hate her a bit for that but also her plan was well orchestrated and her fall guy was well picked.

Jamal Elliot: Look I don't like the TV Series at all but honestly he had a good arc and a good motive and some okay kills given it was for TV. Would I have preferred him in movie? Definitely. Was he even close to the worst killer on this list? Nope!

Micky Altieri: I do not believe this guy exists tbqh. He is so deeply unbelievable as a character that he ruins the immersion for me. Some good kills but his motivation and characterization flip makes no sense.

Roman Bridger: Why would he be higher tbh. None of his plans worked even with as Machiavellian as he's supposed to look, his retcon is stupid and takes the weight away from previous movies, he's incompetent and also like why would you get involved in a film franchise about the crimes you caused to be committed? I feel like it's so sloppy and the person masterminding ghostface can't be sloppy. Also the kills in this movie suck.

Detective Bailey: Boring character, twist visible from miles away, I did not trust him even from the poster, and his motivation makes him despicable. Hate him.

Beth: Literally a caricature of a ghostface killer. She would be at the very bottom if I didn't hate Richie with the passion of a billion burning suns.

Richie Kirsch: literal actual pedophile. Like canonically. He groomed a 16 year old lesbian (maybe she's bi in the final cut?? I know in the original script she was explicitly a lesbian but maybe they changed it to make Richie look less bad idk) into doing this and I'm glad he's dead actually.

[jewelleria]

the sad thing about this post is that it would be beautiful were it not so completely enshrouded in propaganda. it would be empathetic were it not so completely filled with tokenizing of the holocaust.

TW: disturbing images below the cut. i’m not playing around and i’m done with idiots who denounce everything as “israeli propaganda.” [image context/sources in alt text.]

THIS WAS THE HOLOCAUST. THIS WAS THE DELIBERATE, INTENTIONAL, AND SYSTEMATIC EXTERMINATION OF 6,000,000 JEWS.

THIS WAS A GENOCIDE.

“I also want to refer here very frankly to a very difficult matter. We can now very openly talk about this among ourselves, and yet we will never discuss this publicly. Just as we did not hesitate on June 30, 1934, to perform our duty as ordered and put comrades who had failed up against the wall and execute them, we also never spoke about it, nor will we ever speak about it. Let us thank God that we had within us enough self-evident fortitude never to discuss it among us, and we never talked about it. Every one of us was horrified, and yet every one clearly understood that we would do it next time, when the order is given and when it becomes necessary. I am currently talking about the evacuation of the Jews, the extermination of the Jewish people. It is one of those things that is easily said. ‘The Jewish people are being exterminated,’ every Party member says, ‘perfectly clear, it’s written in our program, elimination of the Jews, extermination, and we do that.”

— Heinrich Himmler, one of the main architects of the Holocaust

“Some six million Jews still live in the East, and this question can only be solved by a biological extermination of the whole of Jewry in Europe. The Jewish Question will only be solved for Germany when the last Jew has left German territory, and for Europe when not a single Jew stands on the European continent.”

— Alfred Rosenberg, Nazi theorist and head of NSDAP Office of Foreign Affairs from 1933-1945

“If there is a God, he will have to beg my forgiveness.”

— A carving by a Jewish prisoner into the wall of Cell Block 20, Mauthausen-Gusen Concentration Camp, Austria.

“The Jews are brothers of the apes, assassins of the prophets, bloodsuckers, warmongers… only Islam can break the Jews and destroy their dream.”

— A statement found in leaflets produced by Hamas published in January 1988. [source]

“This Covenant of the Islamic Resistance Movement (HAMAS), clarifies its picture, reveals its identity, outlines its stand, explains its aims, speaks about its hopes, and calls for its support, adoption and joining its ranks. Our struggle against the Jews is very great and very serious… It is a step that inevitably should be followed by other steps.”

— Hamas Charter, Article 2, published August 18, 1988

“The Day of Judgment will not come about until Muslims fight Jews and kill them. Then, the Jews will hide behind rocks and trees, and the rocks and trees will cry out: ‘O Muslim, O Abdullah, there is a Jew hiding behind me, come and kill him.’”

— Hamas Charter, Article 7, published August 18, 1988

“We must teach Israel a lesson, and we will do it twice and three times. The Al-Aqsa Deluge [October 7] is just the first time, and there will be a second, a third, a fourth. Will we have to pay a price? Yes, and we are ready to pay it. We are called a nation of martyrs, and we are proud to sacrifice martyrs.”

— Ghazi Hamad, senior Hamas official [source]

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This Hamas operative wants you to know that food is cheap and plentiful in Gaza. For him, “this is how we'll win the war.” For the rest of us, it’s a stunning acknowledgment that aid is flowing and prior claims of famine are a lie.

Now thirteen thousand militants out of 30,000 total dead spells a combatant-to-civilian ratio of 13:17. During war people do not stop dying of non-war-related reasons, however. The CIA World Factbook assesses 3/1000 deaths yearly in the Gaza Strip. This translates to about 2,500 non-war-related deaths between October 7 and February 29 (given a population of 2.1 million). Since Hamas militants make up about 1.5% of the Gazan population, virtually all these 2,500 deaths are civilians. Hence the war-related combatant-to-civilian ratio drops to 13:14.5. Of course, not all civilians who died of war-related reasons died because of Israel: Hamas and Palestinian Islamic Jihad fired some 12,000 rockets during this war, roughly 12% of which fell within the Gaza Strip. That’s 1,440 rockets falling indiscriminately on civilians. Hamas also opened fire on civilians who tried to follow IDF instructions and evacuate the fighting zones so as to stop serving as Hamas’ human shields. And so on. We do not know how many civilians died in these ways, but it is reasonable to conclude that the combatant-civilian death ratio stands at about 13:14, which is less than 1:1.1. And now the crucial question: What should we make of this figure? It can only be evaluated meaningfully by comparison to historical references. The combatant-to-civilian ratio of wartime casualties varies widely according to the character of the war theater. A wide comparative historical analysis suggests a (conservative) ratio of 1:1 on average. Crucially, however, in urban warfare the ratios climb very sharply. The Washington DC-based Center for Civilians in Conflict reports that “In cities […] civilians account for 90 percent of the casualties during war.” Similarly, in its global survey of armed conflicts from 2011 to 2020, the NGO Action on Armed Violence found that “91% of those reported killed or injured by explosive weapons in populated areas were civilians.” Even when attacks were “explicitly coded as targeting armed actors” specifically, civilian casualties in populated areas still accounted for 69%. The (less than) 1:1.1 ratio of combatant-to-civilian casualties of war in the inordinately densely populated Gaza Strip is astonishingly low in historical comparison. Not only is this conceptually incompatible with genocide—it is its very polar opposite.

— Yaacov Samet, June 2, 2024

at the end of the day, whether or not something is a genocide is not about numbers, and the fact that hearing large numbers immediately makes young activists today jump to genocide is a testament to the lack of true history education. if you’d actually learned about the holocaust, you would understand that genocide is not about numbers. it’s about intent.

GENOCIDE. IS. ABOUT. INTENT.

the holocaust was a genocide. what is happening in gaza is not.

don’t compare the two.

why is it so difficult for people to understand that the holocaust caused by the nazis was horrific AND the holocaust being caused by the zionists is equally as horrific.

these are both genocides. these are both tragedies. these are both horrible injustices. how can you possibly use one to justify another?

i am so confused, as well as angry and sad on behalf of the palestinians. on behalf of all muslims, actually. they probably feel like the whole world has turned it’s back on them. i’m just heartbroken for them. and if one more person calls me antisemitic for feeling that way, i will gouge my eyes out and mail them to you. zionism is what’s truly antisemitic.

history will know the truth but unfortunately the palestinians can’t wait that long.

[dreamlandcreations]

Day 20 - Seriously?

Billy Russo x Reader

Kinktober prompt - Day 20 - Phone sex

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen​‘s Kinktober List!

Warnings: mutual pining, phone sex (dah), masturbation (male), fluff (I think it needs a warning here), angst here and there and definitely by near the end

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• 

“Alright BlackBird, WhiteFox out.” You close the conversation, then you are about to hang up when you hear his frantic words to stop you. “Wait, wait, wait, don't bail on me yet!”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You ask in the same manner, he didn’t say anything before during your check up and update report session, so something must have happened now.

“I need to know what you’re wearing!” He’s teasing demand makes you groan and facepalm so loudly he can hear it on the line. Billy chuckles and you are about to give in to the sense of remaining at least somewhat professional and use the opportunity he’d given you and turn him down for good but you can’t say the words. Billy Russo with his insistent flirting, bad jokes, lethal anger management issues and with all his baggage charmed you enough through a year so you can’t walk away from the chance of turning this into something more.

• 

He was flirting with you since you met, he does that, there’s nothing surprising in it, but what caught you off guard is that over time he got under your defences and he let you in almost as much as his chosen brother, Frank. Who was always in a good mood when you visited because he got to witness you making his best friend blush with your comebacks.

After a few months when you were having a really terrible day and Billy gave his usual self and started to come onto you, you reacted badly. It was never anything inappropriate and you were enjoying your little back and forth so you haven't said anything to stop him. But that day you really felt you needed to be alone for a while and he found you in a bad mood so you snapped at him and asked why is he keep flirting with you when you’d given no indication that you liked it.

He looked at you, the smile fading from his face but he wasn’t insulted, he just dropped that always playful mask and let you see the real him as he studied you. It took you by surprise, leaving you completely vulnerable and out of your element. He was absolutely gorgeous on any day but in that moment he was mesmerisingly beautiful and real.

“You never said it bothers you, you seemed to like our game as much as I did. “ Billy lifted his hand to hold your cheek and brush his thumb against your skin. “If it does bother you, if I bother you, all you have to do is say so. Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop, however painful missing you will be. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable.”  

It’s not fair, you thought, you can’t have him and he knows it. But you didn’t tell him to stop, so he smiled, it’s wasn’t like the other times, it was cute and boyish and real and it turned your lips up a little too.

He leaned in closer and you thought he was about to kiss you but he turned at the last second to gently press his lips to your other cheek. Before you could have said anything he stands up and tells you to think about it. That time he was the one who left you a blushing mess.

• 

After a few seconds of silence he groans and kind of starts to beg you, first it’s encouraging then it really turns into cute pleading. “Come on, my little wild cat, live a little with me. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Like he doesn’t know. This could cost you your job and his rank. If you start a relationship, even if you manage to avoid all punishments you could never work together again, which means you wouldn’t see him for years and that is unacceptable. So you play your game and try to shoot him down without actually turning his offer off. 

“Seriously? You want to have phone sex on a secured CIA line that I can only use for reporting and emergencies?” He can practically see you lift your eyebrow at him as you deliver your monotone reply.

“This is an emergency!” Billy starts and you can tell from his voice that even he can’t hold back his smile at this ridiculousness. “I’m dying here! Help me Cutie-One Bosslady, you are my only hope.”

His high pitched incorrect imitation makes you snort in a very unlady-like way and you huff out a laugh before responding. “Dork.”

You can’t believe you are thinking about this, but he takes your silence better this time, he imagines how you bite your lip as you are so close to giving in. Looking around at the people behind the glass walls of your office, you make sure nobody can hear you, then you decide to live a little, consequences be damned.

“Are you alone?” Billy can’t believe what he’s hearing, he sits up in his bed abruptly and asks a question of his own. “Seriously? You are in?”

“Hush and tell me if you are alone or not before I change my mind.” He chuckles at your command and answers like a good little soldier.

“Yes, ma’am.” Then he adds his Billyness with the next line. “I’m all by my lonesome.” You roll your eyes at this dramatic asshole you’ve grown to love.

“Then tell me, soldier-boy, what would you like to do to me right now.” He never heard you sound so sensual and it makes him hard. He groans and instead of answering he asks you a question again.

“Are you alone, you little tease?” You don’t know why he’s asking but you answer honestly. “If you mean alone in the room, then it’s a yes.”

“But...?” He asks again, but you interrupt him. “Why does it matter? I’m in my office alone but anyone can see that I’m using the phone that I’m not supposed to so I’d get to the point if I were you.”

“So fiery, kitten. Then tell me how’d you gonna handle the pent up frustration if we do this with you on display?” He’s so cocky you just want to punch him in his pretty face sometimes.

“I guess I’ll just have to sit here and work in my uncomfortably wet panties. That, if you can live up to the hype and get me there at all.” You know you shouldn’t push him, that never ends well because he is simply incapable of backing down from a challenge.

“Ah, now all I can think about is fucking you in that ridiculous room and showing everyone how good I can make you feel.” And he calls you a tease? Fucking asshole. Two can play this game.

“You think I’d let you?” Your sultry tone returns as you tease him and it makes him groan into your ear. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes. I’m thinking about that silver tongue of your on me.” He tries to explain, panting heavily as he works himself up.

“Just my tongue?” You purr to him in a low voice, helping him to live out the fantasy in more detail.

“I want your mouth on me.” It gets harder and harder for him to talk while he imagines what you would do to him.

“And I would want you to grab me by my hair and fuck my throat until I can swallow all your cum, leaving you weak in your knees.” It was diabolical, he thought, how easily you got him there and the infamous manwhore Billy Russo did nothing to win the challenge because he was really that weak for you. 

“You are fucking killing me.” He is panting and tries to take control as he still moves his hand on painfully his hard cock. “I wouldn’t blow it that easy for the first time.”

“Why? You don’t have a second round in you? Where is that famous army stamina?” You chuckle, he can really bring out your evil side if this kind of back and forth goes on too long.

“Oh, kitten. For that, I will tie you up and have my way with you for all night long.” The thought makes you clench around nothing and you can feel yourself getting wet. You try to seem casual but there is a little weakness and yearning in your voice as you try to mock him.

“Promises, promises.” He huffs out a laugh before he goes into detail on how he plans to punish you. 

“Hmm, I think I’d go very slow at first, maybe not even touching you yet, just taking my time admiring your naked body, then I would lean down, out of reach moving like I give in but leaning back up as you follow. And I think you would follow, you don’t have the patience to endure when someone turns the table and is teasing you for a change.” It’s you who’s breathing ruggedly now, while he talks confidently and you think he stopped pleasuring himself but then you hear him groan before he continues in a deeper voice.

“I want to taste you, I’d eat you out for hours until you beg me to stop but I wouldn’t fucking stop until you almost back out. I want you to drench me, to try to suffocate me with your thighs as you clench them around me when you come. And I would make you come, my love. Again and again and again.” You are too busy muffling your moan to understand what slipped out unintentionally and he panics a little waiting for your response. 

“And then?” You ask almost whimpering in a whisper. The question makes Billy relax and he goes back to stroking himself as he speaks.

“Then? I would fuck you. I would fuck you bare so you would feel everything, even when I cum inside you. That would make you forget wanting to swallow it. I bet I wouldn’t even have to last long, I bet you would come from that feeling, the feeling of me shoving my cock completely inside you and stuffing you full until it drips down between us.” That makes you whimper almost loud enough to attract the concern of the people close to your door.

“Hmm, I knew you were kinky, baby girl. But don’t think for a second I would stop after the first round. I’d fuck you for the rest of the night and probably well into the morning. You would be so exhausted, we’d spend the whole day in bed because you couldn’t fucking walk anyway.” He’s close now, he grunts more and breathes more heavily. so you ask as you cross your legs to find some friction and feel that you are absolutely drenched.

“Are you close?” You whisper to him, not daring to raise your voice because you think you would moan too loudly this time.

“Ah, yes. I want to feel you. I want to come in you and bite into your soft skin to mark you up as mine.” Fucking asshole, he always knows how to have the last word. You almost come at the image, you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood before you whisper to him again.

“Then close your eyes and feel me, come for me.” That does him in and he buckles on the bed, almost feeling your tight pussy clench around him as he squeezes himself a little more firmly.

You stay on the line as you both pant into the phone, trying to calm down.

• 

“I love you.” He says in a quiet, defeated way that breaks your heart.

“Oh, B. Why do we torture ourselves? This is not gonna end well and we both know it.” You are at the verge of tears now as you try to back out from the disaster of what the two of you would become, but he doesn’t let you run away again.

“That’s not what I expected for my confession.” His anger and disappointment causes the tears to slip and you try to hide your face by bending over your desk, which is dangerous because if someone walks in you will not be able to see them coming.

“I’m afraid to say it, okay!?” Your voice is still barely louder than a whisper but there is an edge to which he can’t place at first. “Do you really need me to? Don’t you know you melted my cold, dead heart and stole it completely?” You finish and take a shuddering breath as you try not to wail and give away just how messed up you’ve gotten in few seconds.

“Are you crying?” The thought makes his blood turn cold and you can hear that in his voice but you don’t lie to him anyway when you give your short reply. “Yes.”

“What are you afraid of?” He whispers to not to frighten you more, he feels helpless because you can hang up any second and shut him out before he can get to you and there is nothing he could do until his next leave.

“That I’ll lose you.” Your answer gives him a relief because he knows how to convince you now.

“You won't.” It’s so simple, so stubborn , so determined and so Billy that it makes you laugh a little. 

“You can’t promise that.” You try to argue, knowing the rules and the dangers of his job, he really can’t. 

“I can.” He states firmly, leaving no room for argument.

“Stubborn asshole.” You curse him, because you know you will never get rid of him now and that complicates things.

“And all yours.” You swear, you can hear his smirk and he knows you are rolling your eyes at him, so he continues to lighten the mood while also trying to make you acknowledge that this is more than just flirting or a crush that has no future. “No more teasing, baby girl. Next time I see you, you are all mine.”

“We’ll see.” With that you hang up and send him a coded message of your next scheduled trip to him and it makes you smile as you dare to dream of a future with him.

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backdoor

member: jaehyun (hyunjae) genre: fluff (requested) word count: 3,120 synopsis: jaehyun has always been your rival. so when he bets that he could make you fall for him, you can’t back down and say no. but when you’re too confident, you let your guard done.

backdoor: a term used in league of legends; when you secretly attack the enemy’s nexus while they’re focused elsewhere. this is done by sneaking into the enemy base and taking them by surprise

Lee Jaehyun was the cockiest and most annoying person you had ever met. You would think that growing up as childhood “friends” would make you two close. After all, your parents were best friends with his parents.

But no, you and Jaehyun had been rivals ever since you were both enrolled into a tennis club as young children. You always had the upper hand until he suddenly hit puberty and became a lot more physically fit than you. Once he started beating you in nearly every match, he became your #1 enemy.

He had always been super competitive and made everything into a contest. Who could run to the car faster? Who could receive a higher score on the exam? Who could make the other lose their temper first?

With high school came his sudden increase in popularity. It inflamed his ego to the max, which irked you to no end.

Every Valentine’s Day, he would brag about all the gifts and confessions he received. And every White Day, he would compare the numbers to yours.

He was loved by the girls for being a casanova and admired by the guys for his athleticism and gaming skills.

You, on the other hand, could not comprehend why the entire school was infatuated with him. You had your eyes on someone else. Kim Sunwoo. He had caught your attention since the first day of freshman year. Now, as a senior, you were about to graduate without ever making a move.

You were too shy to approach him. You couldn’t even find a common interest to naturally bring up and talk about. All he ever did was make music and play League of Legends.

So you found Jacob during lunch and practically begged him to teach you how to play the game.

“Please please please?” you whined.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jacob said apologetically. “I have basketball practice every day. Besides, I haven’t played in almost half a year. I’m rusty.”

“I just need you to teach me the basics!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Sighing, you gave up and slumped in your seat. You poked at the food in front of you with a pout.

“Did I just hear the Y/n ask Jacob to teach her how to play League?” Jaehyun suddenly popped out of nowhere.

“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes at him as you set your chopsticks down.

“You know, I’m the highest ranked player in our school,” he said smugly. You wanted nothing but to wipe that look off his face.

You ignored him and took a sip of your water. Jacob awkwardly glanced between you and Jaehyun as he tightly held onto his spoon. He could sense another argument coming.

“I can teach you if you want,” Jaehyun offered.

“I don’t want,” you coldly rejected.

“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You’re too afraid to spend time with me because you might realize that you actually like me.”

“Oh please. There are a few things in this world that will never change. The sun rising from the east, the sun setting in the west, and my hatred for you,” you said.

“Well if you hate me that much, then let’s make a bet out of it. The first one to fall for the other’s seducing loses,” he smirked.

Still stuck in the middle, Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You don’t have to accept the challenge if you’re not confident,” Jaehyun shrugged, making you narrow your eyes at him.

A list of pros and cons was being made in your head as you contemplated the crazy suggestion. The logical part of your mind wanted nothing to do with him. You knew that stooping down to his level was childish. You had much better things to do than go along with his bet.

The competitive part of you, however, couldn’t bear to back down. You would have to deal with him flaunting over you and calling you a coward if you didn’t agree to this.

So you disregarded all rationale and crossed your arms with a curt “deal”.

The walk to school the next day was full of complaints as you whined about falling for Jaehyun’s trick and Kevin chided you for it.

“I don’t know why you thought it would be a good idea,” Kevin tsk-ed. “He makes your blood boil within seconds. How are you going to hold back from tearing him apart? Never mind flirt with him.”

“I’m already regretting it,” you groaned.

“Speaking of the devil,” Jacob coughed, nudging you.

You looked up to see Jaehyun waiting by the school gates. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and every girl who passed by whispered to their friend about it. To everyone’s shock, he walked up to you and handed you the flowers.

“So it starts now?” you stared at the roses. “You call this seducing?”

“I call this romantic,” he grinned.

Rolling your eyes, you handed Kevin the bouquet and walked away. He awkwardly chased after you as Jacob offered Jaehyun a pat on the shoulder.

“She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they’re cliché,” he said before leaving.

When the dismissal bell rang, Jaehyun was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Hushed whispers erupted again as your classmates tried to figure out why he was being so affectionate to you. It was no secret that you two never got along.

After gathering your belongings, you grabbed your backpack and left without sparing him another glance. Unfazed, he easily caught up to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“What? Are you wavering already?” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you scoffed.

“As a part of the bet, I can teach you how to play League. That’s what you wanted anyway. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”

You ignored all the incredulous looks you received with Jaehyun by your side as you left the school grounds. You didn’t realize that you weren’t headed home until you stopped in front of a PC Room. Puzzled, you stared at the building in front of you.

“I promised that I’d teach you. Our first lesson starts today,” he said as he dragged you inside.

Your brain was bombarded with a whole new world. You struggled to keep up as he rambled on about bots and gold. He was showing you a demonstration by playing a round but your inability to multitask made it difficult to understand what was going on on the screen.

“My main is Jace and I usually go jungle,” he explained and you pretended to understand by nodding. At your silence, he eyed your expression and chuckled.

“So is Sunwoo the reason why you’re suddenly interested in League?” he asked, catching you off guard.

“How did you know?” you gaped.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice your little crush on him?” he raised a brow.

You were taken aback to say the least. You didn’t think he paid much attention to you other than when he was bored and wanted to mess around.

“Anyway, he usually goes mid as Zed,” he shrugged. “To be honest, the best way for you to bond with him through the game is for him to play ADC and for you to be support.”

“As if I know what all that means,” you frowned.

At that moment, his character died and the screen went gray. You snickered, earning a light flick on your forehead.

“ADC stands for attack damage carry. It’s the champion who usually does the most attacking. They go in the bottom lane with whoever’s playing support. Supports are supposed to aid and heal the ADC. So you would follow and communicate with them.”

“Sounds complicated,” your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Sounds fun,” he corrected before turning back to the computer.

The next day, Jaehyun surprised you with a small potted plant in front of the gates.

“Since you don’t like roses, I got you a succulent instead,” he said proudly.

Next to you, Kevin giggled and Jacob let out a soft “aww”. Slightly touched yet also slightly embarrassed, you took it from him in a hurry and stormed off.

“You’re slowly getting there,” Jacob laughed as Kevin shot him a thumbs up.

Smiling, Jaehyun watched as they ran to catch up with you. He heard you yell at them after what was probably a teasing remark. You then began to chase Kevin, who ran away shrieking.

After two weeks of spending hours at the PC Room after school, you were starting to get a hang of the game. You found Teemo, who you insisted was a dog (he’s actually a rodent), and gushed over how cute he is.

Jaehyun made fun of your champion choice and shook his head as he explained that Teemo was the most hated character.

“Why? He’s adorable!” you defended. “And I love the little eggs he plants.”

“For the nth time, those are mushrooms! Not eggs,” he exclaimed. “And that’s exactly why everyone hates him. He’s so annoying.”

“You’re annoying,” you shot back.

“Well, Teemo’s not an option right now,” he pointed out.

He was teaching you how to play Howling Abyss that day. And playing ARAM meant your champion would be randomly given.

“Oh! The cute cat is available,” you excitedly clicked.

“That’s Yuumi and that’s actually not a bad choice,” he nodded in approval. “You just have to attach onto me and heal me.”

You hated to admit that you had grown closer with Jaehyun. Only a couple of weeks had passed by since the bet and you didn’t completely despise him anymore.

He gifted you something small each morning, whether it was a plant or piece of bread. He was always waiting for you at the gates. Dating rumors were already circulating the school but you hadn’t forgotten about the bet. You were determined to win it.

Which was why you began to wake up earlier to put on makeup and even complimented him during games. It was easy to make him smile. All you needed to do was throw a lame joke in here and there and he would burst out in laughter.

It was almost suspiciously easy. He was too willing to respond to your advances and never put up a wall.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves. His antics still bothered you to no end.

On the way home, he insisted on feeding you ice cream instead of having you hold it yourself. Except he kept pulling the spoon back when you opened your mouth to eat it.

The first time, you gave him a dirty look. The second time, you punched his arm. The third time, you gave him the finger and walked off after a “fuck you”.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he laughed.

Once again, you were reminded of how immature he was.

“So has there been any progress?” Kevin asked.

It was gym period and all the students were running around in the field. Jacob was playing volleyball with Jaehyun while you and Kevin were sitting on the sidelines.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“It would be the best enemies-to-lovers trope if you two actually end up dating like this,” he commented.

“Never,” you snorted in disbelief.

You had seen Jaehyun ever since he was a snotty little kid. Even back then, he was a mischievous brat. There was no way you could ever see him as anything but that.

The teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of gym class. You got up, dusted your pants, and skipped down the steps. Unfortunately, you landed wrong and felt a sharp pain in your ankle as you fell down.

After Kevin shouted your name, Jaehyun turned his head to see you on the ground. Without thinking twice, he ran towards you and asked if you were okay. When you couldn’t reply, he put you on his back with Kevin’s help and sprinted to the nurse’s office.

Your heart was beating fast but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. Was it because of the pain? Or all the attention you were receiving from your classmates?

By the time you reached the office, your ankle was throbbing and swelling up. The nurse was nowhere to be seen so Jaehyun retrieved an ice pack himself and wrapped a towel around it before applying it.

You were sitting on a cot while he was bent down to tend to your wound. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and you stared at him. This was the first time he had ever treated you with such gentleness.

“I don’t think you broke anything but it’s definitely gonna hurt for at least a week,” he winced in vicarious pain.

You suddenly didn’t know how to act around him. You weren’t used to receiving sympathy from him.

“Uh that’s okay,” you coughed to cover up the awkwardness. You’d rather have him make fun of you for being clumsy. But instead, he seemed genuinely concerned for you.

“You should’ve been more careful,” he scolded.

There was something about the way he looked at you. His eyes were no longer playful but you couldn’t figure out what emotions hid behind those eyes.

Those eyes. His eyes clouded your mind. For some reason, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You found yourself avoiding him as you struggled to organize your thoughts. Or rather, your feelings.

Wanting to distract yourself, you decided to finally talk to Sunwoo. Surely, spending time with him would help you forget about Jaehyun.

So you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. To your surprise, he happily agreed and suggested that you watch a movie together. There was a new romcom film that came out and that he had been wanting to watch.

The date wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Sunwoo’s goofiness offset any nervousness and it was fun to be around him. But yet, it also wasn’t as heart fluttering as you thought it would be.

Perhaps you had idealized him too much in your imagination. Your romantic feelings for him dissipated and you saw him as a good friend. Luckily, he felt the same.

However, word about your date had already spread by the time you got to school on Monday. It had reached Jaehyun’s ears and his expression hardened when he saw you laughing with Sunwoo at lunch.

He knew what the ugly feeling in his stomach was. And he wasn’t happy about it. So he reacted in the only way he knew. By clinging to your side and pestering you.

He spent the whole day messing up your hair and being sarcastic. Eventually, you finally snapped and told him to piss off.

“I’ll consider it if you can beat me in tennis today,” he said.

You crossed your arms, wondering what was going on in his head. You hadn’t been able to defeat him since middle school.

“If you can get a single ball past me, I’ll leave you alone,” he proposed. With a huff, you reluctantly agreed. It would be faster to just get it over with.

That was how you two ended up at a tennis court after school. He never went easy on you but he was going especially hard that day. He gave you no breaks and flung the ball back at you with what felt like all his strength. Ball after ball flew past you as he grabbed another one to start again.

“What the hell, Lee Jaehyun?” you yelled across the court. “Why the fuck are you so aggressive today?”

“Are you giving up?” he taunted while bouncing the ball.

“Oh hell no,” you grumbled as you got in position.

Another half an hour passed by with him beating you again and again. You were drenched in sweat and starting to feel sore. But you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you admit defeat.

So you kept going until the ball accidentally hit your shoulder. The amount of force he put into that backhand made you yelp in pain as you dropped the racket.

Startled, Jaehyun ran over to make sure you were okay.

“You just can’t bear to see me win once, can you?” you glared as you shoved his hand away. “You turn everything into a competition and act like you’re superior over me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” his brows furrowed in guilt.

“Didn’t mean to do what? Make my childhood a living hell by ruining my favorite sport? Use my crush on Sunwoo to trick me into another stupid bet? Confuse me into thinking that you might actually not hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you so clingy?”

“Because I like you!”

His words brought upon silence. The tension in the air was thick as you both stared at each other.

“You’re so dense,” he sighed. “I wanted your attention, okay? But back then, I was a kid and didn’t know how to stay by your side without annoying the hell out of you. And then I didn’t know how to transition out of that.”

He fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt and took a deep breath before continuing.

“This stupid bet was supposed to change our relationship. I was supposed to show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am. That I’m a guy too. That I’ve been in love with you for a whole decade now.”

To say you were surprised would be a massive understatement. All your life, you had been sure that Jaehyun’s purpose in life was to irritate you. So when your heart began to skip around him, you cursed yourself for giving into the hormones that made you see him in a different light. You never thought that the feelings would be reciprocated.

“You don’t feel the same way? At all?” he carefully asked.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You couldn’t find the right words to answer his question.

“You’re not saying no,” the corners of his lips curved up.

He took a step closer to you and held your cheeks. You felt your heart race at the proximity and froze.

“For confirmation?” his lips ghosted over yours. You barely managed to nod slightly before he closed the gap between you two.

As cheesy as it sounded, you felt sparks fly the moment you had your first kiss. By the time he pulled away, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So I guess that means I won the bet before it even began,” you joked, making him laugh.

“Yes, yes you did,” he smiled as he hugged you.

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idk if u do +18 stuff, but I'd love to see some Loki x fem!reader x Bucky smut/lemon🥺 thank youu❤

This will be my first time writing smut so bear with me🥺✨Also, I made Loki and Bucky bisexual for this fic coz I think they’d make a great couple🤷🏽‍♀️🔥 Since you didn’t mention any specs on the sex, I just added my favourites (P.S I didn’t mean for that sentence to rhyme). Enjoy lovie!!!

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Sex is always your best bet

Pairings: Bi! Bucky Barnes × Reader × Bi! Loki

Warnings: Lots of lemons😳 –  MFM, rough sex, begging, degradation, choking, oral (M & F receiving), lingerie, Dom/Sub, penetrative sex, mentions of thigh riding, hair pulling, Daddy kink, spitting, spanking, vibranium arm kink, slight cum play and of course fluff.

Word Count: 3263

Y/n’s POV:

The day was finally here where I finally get fucked by my two boyfriends. I know it sounds weird but we have been dating for months but sex just never came up which is weird given Bucky and Loki’s sex drive.

Whenever we hung out together on dates, both of them always had their hands on each other and me. While Bucky was more subtle, Loki was the exact opposite.

When it came to Loki, he was always the more aggressive one. He’d grab me by the neck to kiss. One of his hands would dig into my waist and one would be around my neck while his tongue slipped into my mouth.

But Bucky was gentler; he’d always look for my permission before he kissed me. Both of his hands would be on my waist while mine would wrap softly around his neck. He’d always blush when either of us touched him and it was the cutest thing ever.

The contrast between the two of them never failed to make me wet. The farthest we got was that time when I Loki made me ride his thigh and made Bucky only watch. It was so hot to see Loki telling Bucky what to do and Bucky obeying without a second thought. We never really spoke about it after it happened but today, everything was going to change.

I went out and bought lingerie that I knew would blow their minds. It was a barely-there lace piece. It scarcely covered by breasts and I knew they’d both love it. For Bucky especially, I bought some garters and stockings. I knew he had a thing for them coz that one time I did wear stockings, he couldn’t keep his hands off me which made Loki unbelievably happy.

All dressed up, I waited in bed for both of them to come home from their boy’s night out. I could hear voices approaching my door and I shifted nervously on the bed. All the confidence that I previously possessed went flying out the window when the door opened and in walked Bucky and Loki.

They hadn’t noticed me yet but suddenly Bucky seemed to notice the candles I lit before and then slowly turned his head to look at me on the bed. His jaw dropped and he nudged Loki to look at me too.

When Loki turned to look at me, he smirked at my little outfit and he started to stalk toward me. I shifted to my knees when Loki approached the bed deliberately slow. “Well, well. What’s all this love?” he asked, his smirk growing wider by the second.

I blushed and started to fiddle with the sheets that were already crumpled next to my hands. “Buck, are you just going to stand there? Come here and take a look at our little girl.” Loki said as he pulled my hands into his own and stroked the back of my hands.

Bucky started to walk toward us while he gulped visibly at the sight of my stockings. He sat on the bed next to me and slipped his vibranium hand to the garter belts on my thighs which sent a shiver down my spine.

He immediately pulled away with a frown on his face, thinking he hurt me. I grasped his hand before he could pull away completely and tugged it to my thigh again and then slipped my hand around his neck to pull him to me but before I could do so, Loki pulled me to his chest. “I didn’t say any of you could touch each other, did I?” he sneered right into my ear and I immediately knew who was in charge tonight.

My legs clenched together on their own and Loki immediately noticed because he signalled for Bucky to hold my legs apart.

“Is our little girl wet?” he whispered while sneaking his hand down to my panties. “Bucky, do you want to find out?” he asked as he fingered the lip of my panties with his cold fingers which made

Bucky nod enthusiastically and drag his hands up my thighs. The difference between the temperatures of his hands made me shift further back into Loki.

When his hands reached the end of my panties, he looked to me for permission and with a nod, he started to move them down my legs. His eyes remained on the crux of my legs and with the flick of a wrist, my panties were on the other side of the room.

He spread my legs wider which made Loki chuckle. To help Bucky, Loki pulled my knees apart all the while Bucky laid on his stomach in right in front of me. He blew gently on my pussy while using his fingers to pull my inner lips apart. My head rolled back into Loki’s neck when Bucky’s lip attached to my clit.

While he sucked on my clit, His fingers slipped down to prod against my opening. I moaned loudly in Loki’s ears and he immediately smirked in satisfaction.

As soon as Bucky heard my moan, he went to fucking town on my pussy; his lips sucked harshly on my clit while his fingers scissored back and forth inside me.

My hands instantly flew to his hair and pulled which made Bucky whin into my pussy. “He’s so needy, isn’t he? Look at him. Just dying to taste you warm, tight, little pussy,” Loki said while he shifted away from behind me. I nodded through a moan as Bucky started to lick broad stripes up my pussy and I pulled on his hair.

“Open your mouth, slut.” Loki said while looking straight into my eyes. It was hard to comply while Bucky sucked the life out of me with his glorious mouth but I obeyed anyway.

Loki spat in my mouth and groaned when I swallowed and showed him my now bare tongue. “What’s your safe word, little girl?” he asked as he unfastened his jeans hastily. “Apricots” I managed to say and Loki instantaneously shoved his long, hard cock down my throat. He didn’t stop until my nose brushed against his pelvic hair.

“Fuck, that’s it. If I knew you were going to be such a slut, I would’ve fucked you long ago,” he said as I choked on his cock.

Suddenly a white-hot feeling ran through me. I pulled off Loki’s cock to see Bucky looking up at me through his lashes as he now tongue fucked my pussy.

Seeing the expression on my face, knowing I was close; he moved up to my clit and sucked on it as his fingers moved in and out of me. “Are you going to cum, little slut?” Loki asked as he pulled my face up to his. I nodded through the moans building up in my throat.

“Beg Bucky to make you cum then.” I looked at Bucky from underneath my lashes and begged, “Please Bucky, I’m so close. Please, please let me cum sarge!” Bucky’s eyes widened a fraction, hearing his rank and he pulled away from me to look at Loki for permission and Loki must’ve nodded coz immediately Bucky rubbed harsh circles on my slit as his vibranium fingers moved in and out of me at a rapid pace.

“That’s my little cum slut, cum for him” Loki said and my ack arched as I came in Bucky’s mouth as he lapped everything and slapped my pussy as he moved up to kiss Loki.

I watched them kissing as I tried to catch my breath. Loki wrapped his hand around Bucky’s neck and slipped his tongue into his mouth and moaned when he got the lingering taste of my orgasm on Bucky’s tongue.

They kissed like that for a while; sloppy and Loki doing most of the work while Bucky’s arms wrapped around Loki’s neck. “Now you’re going to suck our cocks, aren’t you little girl?” Loki asked as he pulled away from Bucky’s swollen, red lips to stroke my chin gently.

I nodded my head shyly and crawled to the end of the bed on my knees where Bucky was halfway through getting out of his pants and Loki already stood naked, impatiently.

“First Bucky, love.” He said and nudged me toward him. I moved toward Bucky and helped him with the rest of the stripping. Bucky’s cock strained against his boxers and he blushed when I nuzzled my face against his clothed cock.

I pulled his boxers completely off and gasped when his thick, hard cock slapped up against his stomach. I threw his boxers in the corner and licked the precum off the slit of his cock. He moaned lightly and placed his hand on my head. I lifted my head off completely while smirking and looking into his eyes.

“Don’t tease him slut. Get to work.” Loki said impatiently. I whispered a soft ‘sorry’ and leaned down to lick a broad stripe all the way from his balls to the tip of his cock which made him groan. Then, I sucked most of his cock into my mouth and fisted the rest in my hand.

I bobbed my hand in tandem with my mouth; up and down his cock while my other hand looked for Loki’s cock. Loki walked closer and wrapped my hand around his cock too.

I jerked both of them as they moaned but I started to get impatient. My eyes shifted up because of Bucky’s drawn-out groans and I saw Loki’s fingers scissoring in his tight hole. Bucky leaned forward which made me gag and he immediately pulled out of my mouth.

I must’ve looked completely debauched with my hair all over my face and drool running down my gaping mouth and pussy dripping wet. Loki turned to look at me and suddenly his eyes turned red.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking him off? He was going to cum baby and you didn’t let him so I think you should be punished. What do you think Bucky?” he asked as he smirked and turned to look at Bucky. Bucky once again went along with Loki not wanting to discover the repercussions of saying ‘no’. Loki slapped Bucky’s ass in encouragement which made him grunt and me, giggle.

Loki turned to glare at me and I shut up immediately. “Don’t worry baby, you’re up and Bucky will use your favourite arm of his especially for your punishment,” he said which made me swallow and stare at Bucky who seemed suddenly nervous.

I got off the bed, walked to Bucky and wrapped my hands around his waist while staring up at him through my lashes. “You won’t hurt me, baby. I want it so bad. You’ll give it to me, won’t you sarge?” I begged with a slight pout to my lips which made Bucky growl.

He picked me up and threw me on the bed on my stomach and I squealed in surprise. He grasped my calves and pulled me to the edge so that my legs hung off the bed. Without warning, his hand came down on my ass, hard.

I gasped and arched my back in pleasure.  Loki settled down next to me and slipped my bra off and attached his lips to my nipples and sucked while Bucky continued his assault on my ass.

His hand started raining down slaps harder and faster with every moment which made me cry out every time. Loki continued to suck my nipples into his mouth and then moved to my breasts and started to imbibe hickeys into my skin while looking into my eyes with a smirk gracing his features.

Breathing hard, Bucky laid down on the other side of me and his hand ran softly across my ass in contrast to his previous activities, soothing the pain which made me whimper. Everything was so sensitive, my pussy dribbling onto the sheets below, my ass raw with Bucky’s hand marks all over it and my nipples hard and aching against Loki’s constant assault.

Loki gently shushed me and turned me sideways so I faced his and my back was to Bucky’s chest. “You did so well darling but we haven’t come yet and we want to cum inside our little girl, don’t we?” he asked Bucky who smiled in return and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him.

I nodded in a haze and could feel their cocks grinding against my back and pelvis. Bucky spit on his fingers and moved his fingers down to asshole and rubbed around my tight hole. I moaned in response and grinded against his fingers. Loki slipped his hands to my sopping wet pussy and slipped his fingers in.

Their fingers worked in perfect harmony; when Bucky’s fingers were in, Loki’s slipped out and then the other way around. Loki’s lips started to suck marks onto the skin of my neck and my head lolled forward into his chest.

Suddenly, I felt Loki’s cock rub all over the lips of my pussy which made me moan loudly. “Daddy please, I need you inside me!” I whined loudly and Loki paused immediately.

His cock twitched at the name and his hand wrapped around my throat. “Say that again,” he said as he leaned close enough for me to see the lust clouding in his eyes.

My aching pussy clamped down on the emptiness and I begged again; “Please daddy! My pussy needs your cock daddy!” Loki didn’t waste any time; in a single thrust he was inside me. My hand shifted behind me and grasped Bucky’s shuddering cock in my hand.

I rubbed it against the tight ring in my ass and he started to enter me slowly. I sobbed at the intrusion and Bucky wrapped an arm around my breasts. He started to roll one of my nipples between his fingers while Loki and Bucky alternated their thrusts.

The squelching sounds of their cocks moving in and out of my soaking heat would’ve been enough to make me blush under normal circumstances.

But right now, it made everything 10 times hotter. Abruptly, Bucky started to thrust harder indicating his fast-approaching release. He grunted in my ear and moved his fingers from my breasts to my clit and started to rub together.

Loki catching on started to thrust into me faster too and I was surprised at how long I had managed to last. My eyes started to roll back in my head with the intensity of their thrusts and the impending climax.

Almost immediately, I felt warm liquid shoot into my holes and grunts from both of them as Bucky’s onslaught on my pussy got severer and wilder. I moaned and there were actual fireworks behind my eyelids as I orgasmed.

Hearing both of them gasp, I opened my eyes to see that I had just squirted all over Loki’s cock, thighs and the sheets. A blush took over my cheeks as I covered my face in a mixture of mostly embarrassment some pride. Loki chuckled and placed kissed all over my face while Bucky sucked a nipple into his mouth.

I whimpered and pulled Bucky away by tugging on his hair. He grunted and picked me up off the bed and walked to the bathroom with Loki in tow.

Bucky sat me down on the counter as he turned the tap on in the bath. He walked back to me and nuzzled his face into my neck. “Bucky, that tickles!” I squealed as I tried to pull away from him. “Behave children.” Loki said as he smiled at us and moved closer.

He also nuzzled his face in the valley of my breasts and placed soft kisses there. In the post sex haze, no words were needed. I understood what he was trying to say; ‘I love you’.

Bucky moved away from me to close the tap, came back, picked me up and deposited me gently in the tub as he and Loki went to the shower. They started to wash each other off but soon Bucky started to get hard and he turned to look at me with hungry eyes.

Like it had a mind of its own, my hand slipped down to my still sore clit and rubbed tight circles. Loki started to kiss Bucky’s neck and eventually started to drift downward as he got on his knees in front of him.

Bucky’s fist wrapped in Loki’s hair and tugged his face closer to his cock. I slipped two of my fingers into my pussy and started to finger myself as I watched Loki suck Bucky’s cock and Bucky throw his head back and his moans echo off the walls of the bathroom. Loki’s rhythm gradually increased along with Bucky’s moans and my fingers.

 Quickly, Bucky pulled out of Loki’s mouth and came all over his face and chest while Loki stuck his tongue out to catch some of his essence.

I moaned at the display and came all over my fingers again and slumped in the tub. Loki came out of the shower and stooped down next to me with Bucky’s cum all over his face. I knelt in the tub and leaned outside to get a better look at his face.

I propped my hand on his shoulders and started to lick the cum off his face as Loki moaned and Bucky watched, entranced. “You both are gonna make me hard again,” he said, annoyed at the show we were putting on as he tugged on his hard cock. I pouted and Loki laughed as he cleaned the rest of his face and chest off.

He lifted me out of the tub while Bucky dried me off and we were all headed back to bed again. Loki held me in his arms as Bucky quickly ran around to change the now cum stained sheets.

When he finished, Loki laid me on the bed gently so that this time, I faced Bucky and my back was against his. Both of their arms wrapped around me and each other as we settled into the fluffed pillows. I nuzzled my head in Bucky’s chest as I listened to the steady beat of his heart.

Loki cuddled into my back and pulled the both of us closer to him. “I love you both.” He said which made Bucky and me stare at each other in shock. Somewhere deep inside, we knew he loved us but he’d never said it out loud and hearing it from him, the God of Mischief, was suffice it to say; shocking.

“There’s no need to be this surprised. I’m sure I’ve said it at least once before.” He said as the shock on our face annoyed him. Me and Bucky shook our head simultaneously and now it was Loki’s turn to pout.

Bucky giggled and leaned closer to Loki on top of me and whispered, “I love you too.” Loki blushed and moved up to kiss Bucky’s upturned lips.

“I love you both too,” I said as they turned their attention to me and Loki sighed, satisfied with knowing that we loved him. “Round two in the morning?” Bucky asked and Loki smirked but I cut him off; “Not everyone in this room is a super soldier or a God. Good night.”

They both laughed at my response and bid each other a ‘good night’ as they cuddled closer to me. But in reality, they knew no matter what I said, I’d be up for Round 2 in the morning…. I can’t wait.

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Fumajime Teruha Voice-Lines

((Since i wanted to do something in order to make people know Teruha Better))

Hello:  Welcome to Sakkaku Island, the city of entertainment and pleasure. I am Fumajime Teruha, mistress and owner of this land. If your arrival in my reign it's for fun, then you are welcome. If you are planning to join the Empyreans then... fufufu, you have a long way ahead.

Chat: Calming sea Um, the sea looks calm from the windows. The creator must feel nice today...

Chat: Little brother I heard some ruckus in the garden. I hope that my precious younger brother and AiXiang aren't arguing again.

When It Rains: Even under the strongest of the rains of the season, a real Geisha fulfills her duties. But, just for you, for today I'll make an exception. Let's wait a little.

When Thunder Strikes: It seems like the Raiden Shogun likes to show her presence even from miles away. Do not be afraid of her attempt; she'll never dare to strike here... not when she is still falling from the Creator's favor.

When The Wind Is Blowing: Can you hear it?...The Furin bells are tinkling. Isn't it a lovely sound? I can't even recreate this sensation with my Shamisen...

When It Snows: I don't like snow... it reminds me of a difficult time. Yet, my brother seems to adore this season, and he had planned to play with our Creator in the snow, so for now I'll let it slide. Why don’t you go with them, um?

When The Sun Is Out: I have quite a lot of work to do, but on a good day like this one, it's an invitation to stroll under the wisteria on the main road.

Good Morning: Isn't it a lovely day? Traveler, let me show you the light and shadow of my kingdom... Don't worry, since you come here often, you're no longer a danger under Tiang LaoHu's eyes...

Good Afternoon: Let's head back. Maybe it will be early, but we must prepare for tonight's exhibition. The cooks will make something for us.

Good Evening: It's almost time. The lights in the streets are igniting,  minstrels are calling for their audience. Tonight, take a seat with us. I'll gift your presence with a good view of my performance.

Good Night: Go, my friend. You're still too young to savour the gifts that the island can give during the night. We'll see each other in the morning.

About Us: Intentions When you came here the first time, you didn't express interest in joining our ranks, not even try to convince our Grace to meet the other Archons. This.. intrigues me... Uh? Prove yourself worthy? Well, you are on the right track then.

About Us: Decision I'll speak with the creator. If you really wish to meet them, then I'll try to help you with this. Just know that a favor must always be returned one day.

About Kazuha. Kazuha? Oh! You must be talking about Kaedehara! I met him years ago, on a rainy night. He stumbled at the entrance of the pavilion, hoping to find shelter. My younger brother was mesmerized by his attire, so he begged me to let him rest in one of our empty rooms. Of course, everything comes at a price, so I traded a bed for a blade. Oh, don't look at me like that! I only asked him to train my dear brother in the art of the sword! Nothing more! I was gifted with a few of his poems. Aaah... that young samurai knew how to flatter the heart of a geisha, just like the one in the novels... too bad that novels do not become reality.

About Lea: The White Lady from Mondstadt... she's quite interesting, you know? Even in her blindness, nothing passes unseen in her presence. She gained her status here because of her skills, and I confess that I can trust her in many activities. I just wish she was strong enough to persuade those Knights to stop asking the audience to our Grace...

About The Vision: Trouble with understanding the visions? I'm not an expert, but I must say that some of them are quite ironic. I got mine the day... I got rid of the previous owner of this island. I sensed its power while I watched him take his last breath...Maybe there is a secret meaning, or maybe they just like to have a good dancer there on Celestia.

Interesting Things: Aaah, my Koi Pond, my joy and pride! ...Oh, you find it strange that a great artist such as me takes pleasure in taking care of these creatures? Well, yes, they may seem simple, but one of them may become a dragon one day.

Something To Share: I usually make up on my own, but on special occasions I let my younger brother do it for me. It may sound odd, but he's very talented! Our mother taught him when he was younger, and now he has been called by many of the ladies of this city!

More About Teruha I: I'm currently teaching our Grace to play the Qin! They have a lot to learn , but i am a restless teacher!

More About Teruha II: I suppose you met Sayuri and Tsubaki. They are my maikos, my younger sisters who have dedicated their lives to the arts. They are quite naive. They have yet to learn how dark and difficult the world is! I refuse to make them real geishas till I'm sure they'll be ready...

More About Teruha III: Dancing with the fans may seem easy, but it's just easier to say than done. The movement must be elegant yet firm. Delicate yet strong. The faster the music, the harder it becomes... Young Lady Kamisato improvised for you? Well, now she's gained my attention.

More About Teruha IV: A Danna? I had the idea of finding one a few times... but no, I don't think that I want one... not now. Still, I have a few candidates in my mind... umm..no, you're still too young for fufufu...

More About Teruha V: I still have to figure it out about you and your way, but I cannot help but notice that many of your actions are of pure kindness. I'm not very used to it, so please excuse me if I may look odd to you. But, i wish that our friendship can continue, your kindness...i like it.

Teruha's Hobbies: I know, I know, moking isn't something that a lady would do, but the Kisero doesn't give a far more elegant look?

Teruha's Troubles: Again, more ambassadors from the countries and the archons, demanding to speak with the creator. They can't even take a hint, can they?

Favorite Food: Kakigori! Yes, it sounds strange, doesn't it? I am surrounded by the greatest cooks, and the only thing that can bring me a smile is a simple dessert. I can't help it. It reminds me of the time when my mother brought me and my brother to the temple to pray for good luck. My special favourite is the one with the pkum syrup.

Least Favorite Food: I can't stand the yakitori made with the entrails. Ugh! Just the thought makes my stomach hurt! How is it possible to eat something that drips such a large amount of grease? If I catch my brother eating it behind my back, I'll bathe him myself!

Birthday: Since it's such an important day for you, let's have a private party! Just you, me, and a few friends! This will be my gift to you.

Feelings About Ascension: Intro Intelligence alone is not enough. Sometimes, we must become sharp as a blade to protect what we love.

Feelings About Ascension: Building Up As mistress of this island and second in command of the Empyreans, my responsibilities extend beyond simple nighttime performance. It's my duty to press forward and protect my people.

Feelings About Ascension: Climax This power... I wonder... am I fitting in to be the second right hand of the creator? Am I different to the ones that wanted their heads? I guess only I can find the truth.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion My dear friend, now I know what I must do. I must use all of this power in order to create a world where people like me, like our creator, can live. I don't care about the price that I had to pay... I just wish we could stay together till that time.

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extra 3 for Tedious Joys

A/N: For all the anons who begged for the AU in which Lao Nie's stupid idea from extra 2 about a happy WRH/Lao Nie/LQR ever after actually works out, with specific shout outs to the ones who suggested (1) WRH as a bastard cat, (2) possessiveness, (3) erotic reading, and (4) that I couldn’t write WRH being anything but thoroughly awful, because so there.

A/N: warning for adult content

-

“Congratulations to you both,” Lan Qiren said, looking between Lao Nie and Wen Ruohan with what he was certain was an expression of utmost bemusement. “I don’t see why your decision to enter into a formal relationship merits a private announcement to me personally.”

“Formal relationship?” Wen Ruohan echoed.

“He means that we’re actually calling it a relationship instead of just skulking around in each other’s beds,” Lao Nie explained briefly, then turned back to Lan Qiren. “We’re telling you because you’re a critical part of it.”

Lan Qiren blinked.

“If I am to enter into a – formal relationship with Lao Nie,” Wen Ruohan said, his sneer expressing his thoughts on the matter of Lan Qiren’s wording choices, “he has made it clear that engaging with you is necessary.”

“Engaging with me,” Lan Qiren said.

“As an equal partner,” Lao Nie said, nodding.

“With…me.”

“Yes.”

Lan Qiren rubbed his eyes. “Lao Nie,” he said. “If I didn’t know better, this would sound a great deal like a husband introducing his first wife to his second.”

“Equal partner,” Lao Nie said, as if that was the problem. “It isn’t a marriage, so there’s no need to rank –”

“Lao Nie, we’re not married.”

“Aren’t you?” Wen Ruohan said, and Lan Qiren gaped at him. “Once you put aside the question of sex, which I’m given to understand you’re squeamish about.”

“I’m given to understand that that is a rather critical aspect in a marriage,” Lan Qiren said archly, ignoring Lao Nie’s mutter of it’s not squeamishness, he just doesn’t like it. “At any rate, I do not live with him, I do not bear him children –”

“You support him, you understand him, you are irrevocably associated,” Wen Ruohan said impatiently. “Of all other people, he would pick you first, and you him. You can use the term ‘sworn brothers’ if you prefer, but you must admit that your – formalized relationship with Lao Nie goes well beyond the usual intimacy of mere friendship.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Lan Qiren said, although on second thought he thought that perhaps it might be true. He had loved Cangse Sanren dearly, but it was very, very different from how he felt for Lao Nie.

Wen Ruohan snorted. “This is your problem,” he told Lao Nie.

“Our problem now,” Lao Nie said peaceably. “Qiren, I have no expectation of the two of us entering into a sexual relationship –”

Lan Qiren nodded, having not expected anything like that.

“Nor do I expect you to enter into a sexual relationship with Hanhan –”

Good.

“But I would appreciate it if you made an effort to get along a little better, at least for my sake. I care very deeply for both of you and would like to have you both in my life. At once. Without murder.”

Lan Qiren eyed Wen Ruohan, who eyed him right back.

“Well,” Lan Qiren said after a while. “I suppose?”

After all, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t already sharing Lao Nie’s time with him. This would simply be a further extension of that.

Nothing more.

-

“If it makes you uncomfortable –”

“I’ve already made clear that I don’t mind you two having sex while I’m in the room,” Lan Qiren said impatiently. “As long as I am not personally involved, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”

“See,” Wen Ruohan said. “It doesn’t bother him in the slightest.”

Lan Qiren ignored him. He’d found that that was the easiest way to deal with Wen Ruohan when he was in a mood – not entirely unlike the way he dealt with some of his more troublesome students, in fact.

“What if you’re the subject of conversation?” Lao Nie persisted.

“Conversation?” Lan Qiren said, frowning. “Do you often converse while – uh –”

Wen Ruohan sniggered. “Yes,” he said. “Quite a great deal. We can be quite noisy, even.”

“I can assure you I’m already aware of that,” Lan Qiren informed him, long-suffering. Wooden walls, even with insulation, were simply insufficient.

“We’re getting away from the main point here,” Lao Nie said.

“The main point being that you wish to involve me in your sexual antics, but from a distance?”

“…basically.”

“Antics,” Wen Ruohan said, looking pained. “We’re not twelve. Sect Leader Lan, can we not agree to simply say that we wish to objectify and sexualize you as part of our relationship, but that your personal participation is not required?”

“If we wish to be pretentious about it, we can,” Lan Qiren said, and Wen Ruohan blinked as if surprised that Lan Qiren had the capacity for even such a mild rebuke. “Yes, go ahead. It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

Now they were both blinking at him.

“Being objectified,” he clarified. “Even with being lusted over, fantasized about within my hearing, that sort of thing. It’s quite common, you know.”

“It…is?” Wen Ruohan said. He had now started blinking rather rapidly. “You often allow people to have sexual thoughts and conversations about you, then?”

“Oh, every day.”

“Every…day?”

“My students,” Lan Qiren explained with a faint sigh. “The majority of them prefer to imagine me as far away from being sexualized as possible, which I appreciate, but quite a few of them go so far as to end up on the other end – and of course they’re at that age when their thoughts tend to dwell on all matters connected with sex.”

“Oh,” Lao Nie said. “Your students.”

“That makes a great deal more sense,” Wen Ruohan said, nodding.

“What did you think I meant?” Lan Qiren asked, frowning at them both. “I’ll have you know that they are exceedingly indiscreet about it – in terms of conversation, or the notes they include in their books, or even in offers –”

“You’ve gotten offers?”

“Too many. I’ve refused, of course.”

“Poor children, I can’t blame them for trying,” Lao Nie mused. “You’re very commanding when you take charge of a classroom.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Wen Ruohan remarked. “Listening to Sect Leader Lan ramble on does not strike me as the most inspiring set of circumstances.”

“That’s what I’ve always thought!” Lan Qiren said. “It was always a surprise. I’m well aware that I tend towards toneless monotony – yet apparently there are people who find that attractive.”

“I would,” Lao Nie said at once, because of course he would. He’d find just about anything attractive, as long as it had the capacity to end his life…though what that said about his views of Lan Qiren’s lectures, Lan Qiren wasn’t sure. “I’d be very happy to get off to you reading out one of your lectures.”

“You are not tainting my lectures with your deviance,” Lan Qiren informed him. “I’m happy to read any spring book you like, but leave my lectures out of it.”

They were both staring at him again.

“What?” he said, suspicious.

“Would you really?” Wen Ruohan asked, leaning forward. His gaze was suddenly very intent, in a way that resembled the way he usually looked at Lao Nie. “Read us a spring book?”

Lan Qiren blinked. “If you like? I warn you, it’ll be in the same tone I do all my other readings.”

“That’s fine,” Lao Nie said. He, too, looked oddly intent. “Very good, even.”

“Very good,” Wen Ruohan agreed effusively.

“…very well then,” Lan Qiren said, now completely lost. “Go fetch one, then.”

He’d never understood what people saw in sex, and he was starting to think he never would.

Especially if they were all this ridiculous.

-

“You don’t actually need to keep me company just because Lao Nie told you to,” Lan Qiren said to Wen Ruohan, who was sitting across from him and refusing to leave.

“No, he won the bet fair and square,” Wen Ruohan said, looking sulky. “While this is not exactly the promise I had hoped he would extract, I will comply with his wishes to the letter.”

Wen Ruohan had probably been hoping for a kinky sex game, Lan Qiren reflected. It was a pity that the threat against Lan Qiren had come in so soon before their bet had been resolved – and that they had not yet identified who it was that had sent the threat, nor how serious it was – and Lao Nie was for some reason convinced that there were internal threats within the Cloud Recesses that needed to be guarded against.

Thus the request.

“Then I suggest you find a way to entertain yourself,” Lan Qiren finally said, looking down at the papers at his desk. He really did need to finish reviewing them all, and he had wasted enough time attempting to play host to a recalcitrant guest who didn’t want to be appeased. “I can order more tea, if you’d like…”

“No, no,” Wen Ruohan said. “I can entertain myself just fine.”

Lan Qiren was unfortunately familiar with that tone of voice, and was therefore unsurprised when Wen Ruohan began to undo his robes, albeit just enough to pull out his cock.

Personally, Lan Qiren would not find public masturbation with gratuitous leering to be entertaining, but then again, he wasn’t Wen Ruohan.

He peacefully did his work for a while, ignoring the sound of self-pleasure from a few feet away, but after a while – and it was taking a while, presumably because Wen Ruohan kept getting distracted by his irritation with Lao Nie – he couldn’t help but glance over.

He frowned.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said.

Wen Ruohan’s hand stopped. “Excuse me,” he said. “What did you say?”

“You’re doing it wrong,” Lan Qiren repeated.

Wen Ruohan gaped at him. “Are you – you – attempting to instruct me in how to – this?”

Lan Qiren rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, and Wen Ruohan’s shoulders relaxed – sanity and order returning to the world, no doubt. “I’m referring to your cultivation. You don’t have to share details, but you do use a yang-oriented cultivation method, do you not?”

“I do.”

“You have a small blockage in the meridian next to your neck,” Lan Qiren said. “It’s slowing it down. You should release it.”

Wen Ruohan concentrated, then frowned. “I sense no such blockage.”

“It’s only apparent when you’re flushing your meridians with yang energy,” Lan Qiren said. “Do both at the same time.”

Wen Ruohan scowled at him. “That’s easier said than done.”

Lan Qiren shrugged and put his papers down, standing up. “In that case, I will assist.”

Wen Ruohan’s eyes bulged slightly.

Lan Qiren walked over and settled down behind him. “Carry on, then,” he said.

“Assist with releasing the blockage,” Wen Ruohan said. “Right. Yes. That makes – more sense.”

And then he did carry on, because he was shameless like that.

Lan Qiren waited until he could see the blockage again, and then put his hands on Wen Ruohan’s shoulders.

Wen Ruohan flinched, and the energy dissipated.

Lan Qiren heaved a sigh. “Really?” he said, disapproving. “Is this the best you can do? Sect Leader Wen, please. You are a famous cultivator, far more powerful than me – I would expect your concentration to be better than this.”

“Right,” Wen Ruohan said. His voice was strangely hoarse. He started moving his hand again. “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, Sect Leader Lan.”

Lan Qiren huffed, and noted that Wen Ruohan shivered. Perhaps he was sitting too close, and his breath had hit the back of Wen Ruohan’s neck, exposed as he curled forward over himself. “My request from you isn’t exactly difficult,” he said, a touch of asperity in his voice. “I’m certain you’ve done it many times before, and will many times again. If you can’t even perform such a straightforward task –”

Ah, there it was.

He put two fingers against the blocked meridian and firmly pressed, wielding his not inconsiderable arm strength against the tough skin Wen Ruohan had cultivated over the years.

Wen Ruohan made a choked noise.

The blockage released, the latent tension in the muscles releasing with it, and Wen Ruohan shuddered all over – presumably the yang energy that had been knotted up in there had also released, flooding through his meridians.

“Well done,” Lan Qiren said, inspecting his work. “The flow of energy is much smoother now. You should notice an immediate improvement in both temperament and swordplay.”

Wen Ruohan huffed and sat up straight again, starting to straighten his clothing. Apparently he’d finished the self-pleasure portion of the evening as well.

“I’m much obliged to you for your guidance, Teacher Lan,” he said, and it was Lan Qiren’s turn to blink, surprised – Wen Ruohan had never used that term of address for him before. “I look forward to attending your classes with you tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to,” Lan Qiren told him, although he used the opportunity to rise to his feet and return to his desk, intent on finishing his review. “There’s hardly any danger from my students.”

“No, no,” Wen Ruohan said. “I’m interested to see you – in your element, so to speak. I was perhaps too hasty in disregarding Lao Nie’s exhortations regarding the quality of your pedagogical skills.”

“Very well,” Lan Qiren said, a little suspicious. “You understand, of course, that you would not be permitted to…?”

“Around children? I assure you that that is not one of my proclivities.”

“Good,” Lan Qiren said, even though he was well aware that Wen Ruohan’s particular character was such that the fact that something was not within his so-called proclivities would in no way stop him if he thought he could get some benefit out of it. “Very well, then. If you insist –”

“I do,” Wen Ruohan said firmly. “I promised Lao Nie, did I not? I intend to keep my promise in the spirit in which it was requested.”

Lan Qiren sighed. This would probably end up only distracting his students more…hmm. Unless he used it to his advantage.

“Would you be willing to demonstrate some array techniques?” he asked. “I know they’re your area of expertise, and there are certain philosophical points I wish to convey to my students that may be more easily expressed with a visual demonstration.”

Wen Ruohan rolled his eyes, but it seemed to lack the usual sense of malice.

“You may use me as you wish, Teacher,” he said with a smirk. “I am at your service.”

-

“Is there anything you actually like?” Lan Qiren asked Wen Ruohan, aware that his tone was coming across as tetchy and irritable and wholly unable to stop it.

Wen Ruohan arched his eyebrows at him.

“Other than myself and Lao Nie, and definitely not sex,” Lan Qiren qualified. “Your birthday is coming up, and I’m having difficulty thinking of an appropriate present.”

“My – birthday?” Wen Ruohan asked, and then started smiling in amusement. “You can just get me whatever gift your sect has picked out for the event. I’m certain someone has already selected something –”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lan Qiren said. “You’re my – lover by proxy, I suppose, or at least something resembling a friend.”

To the extent one could befriend an especially large, especially poisonous serpent, anyway. Despite this, Lan Qiren liked to think he wasn’t doing too bad a job at it.

“The least I can do is get you something you actually enjoy,” he added, scowling. “Unfortunately, despite all of our years of acquaintance, I honestly have no idea what that might be. I’m aware of your general penchant for torture, so I had initially considered a text on anatomy, but in all honesty supporting torture even by proxy makes me queasy so I had to discard that idea –”

“A text on anatomy,” Wen Ruohan interrupted, blinking in that strange way he had when he was surprised by something. Usually Lan Qiren, actually, although Lao Nie sometimes managed it, too. “You were thinking of getting me something on anatomy so that I could – torture people better?”

“It does seem to be one of the few things you like to do,” Lan Qiren pointed out. “And it’s not as if I have any treatises on clever machines one can use to extract entrails or something.”

“I’m delighted you even considered it,” Wen Ruohan said. He seemed to be fighting a laugh.

“Perhaps some medicine?” Lqn Qiren mused.

“I’m fairly sure my sect’s pharmacists are better than yours. I get all sorts of herbs to aid in cultivation from sects all over –”

“Not in aid of cultivation; I’m hardly going to gift you with your hundredth strand of ancient ginseng, am I? I meant for your anemia.”

“My – what?”

“You have a strange fixation on blood in all forms, whether the shedding in battle or merely at dinner. It occurred to me that you might be minorly anemic.”

Wen Ruohan covered his mouth with his sleeve. His shoulders were shaking.

“Listen, your only hobbies are sadism, blood, and power, and there’s nothing I can do for you on any of those scores,” Lan Qiren said, scowling. “You have to have some sort of thing that you can do –”

“I paint.”

Lan Qiren blinked. “You paint? Recreationally? Really?”

Wen Ruohan shrugged. “I used to, at any rate. It’s been – rather a while.”

For someone like Wen Ruohan, that ‘while’ might very well be as long as Lan Qiren’s life.

“I used to be rather good at it,” Wen Ruohan said thoughtfully. “Or at least I thought I was.”

“Have I seen any of your work?” Lan Qiren asked, and Wen Ruohan blinked at him. “You have art all over the Nightless City. Is any of it yours?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Privately, Lan Qiren thought that it was because personal paintings did not demonstrate the extent of Wen Ruohan’s power over others, and were thereby less satisfying, but Wen Ruohan had shifted over to looking contemplative and even nostalgic.

“You know,” Wen Ruohan murmured. “I’m really not sure.”

“Well, I can certainly get you paints,” Lan Qiren said. “And Lao Nie and I can drag you to some secluded location with a good view to allow you some time to indulge in it; I think that sounds like an excellent gift. Thank you for the idea.”

“…think nothing of it.”

-

“I will rip him limb from limb,” Wen Ruohan hissed. “I will tear out his stomach and feed it to him.”

“You’re overreacting,” Lan Qiren said.

“I am not,” Wen Ruohan said, like a liar. “He nearly killed you!”

Lan Qiren turned his gaze to Lao Nie, who was usually fairly good at keeping Wen Ruohan back, but his old friend had his arms crossed over his chest and a thunderous scowl fixed firmly on his face.

Apparently, he agreed with Wen Ruohan.

“It wasn’t an attack meant to kill,” Lan Qiren tried to explain. “It was only meant to paralyze –”

“Oh, so severing your spine is no big deal then?”

“You have at least a dozen tools that are designed to do just that in your basement,” Lan Qiren reminded Wen Ruohan.

“I don’t use them anymore,” Wen Ruohan growled. “You’ve taken all the fun out of it, the two of you. If I want to hurt someone, Lao Nie is more fun; if I want a challenge, Teacher Lan is always available to be at my throat; if I want to exert power, I need only remind any sect leader in the cultivation world of our relationship and they will have no choice but to submit unhappily to reality. It’s hardly worth wasting my time on some random prisoners. Now don’t try to distract me – you can’t honestly say that you want to live the rest of your life without your legs!”

“Obviously not, though one might argue that my mobility is already limited enough that adding a wheelchair would not make that much of a difference. I’m just pointing out –”

“When he’s fully healed, we’re taking him on vacation,” Lao Nie said to Wen Ruohan, who nodded furiously. “A long one. The Lan sect can cope.”

“How did we get on the subject of vacation?” Lan Qiren asked, starting to wonder if it was him or them that had lost the thread of their conversation. “I merely wished to say that your reaction is overblown. The threat has passed, and I remain alive and intact –”

“Except for the gaping hole in your back.”

“It’s been bandaged and stitched up. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, yes, you will be,” Wen Ruohan said, and finally sat down again, putting his hand on Lan Qiren’s hip to start transferring spiritual energy over. He had a truly obscene amount of qi – something Lan Qiren supposed he had to be grateful for, as it had been that, in conjunction with Lao Nie’s extraordinary fighting skills, that had saved his life. “I will make sure you’re fine. By force if necessary.”

“He was just upset –”

“Stop making excuses for him,” Lao Nie said. His voice was low and tight and angry and tired. “You’ve been apologizing for your brother since the first day I met you, Qiren. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“You were his friend once, too,” Lan Qiren reminded him.

“I was,” Lao Nie said. “There was something worth being friends with there, once. You’ve paid dearly for every mistake he’s ever made – but not this. Not this.”

“There is a boundary to filial piety,” Wen Ruohan agreed. “And in the end, he is only your elder brother. He is not entitled to your life.”

“He didn’t want my life,” Lan Qiren said. “He wanted me to suffer as he suffers. He’s not well.”

Insane, in fact. That would be the word for it.

Mad, raging, ravening – if Lan Qiren could blame a qi deviation, of the sort that tended to end Lao Nie’s family line when their meridians weren’t being constantly tended to by the most powerful cultivator alive with an obsession for keeping his lover alive, he would. That might yet be found to be the cause; he didn’t know, he wasn’t involved in the investigation.

It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to be involved, whether as the direct victim or the closest living family of the perpetrator.

Lan Qiren…didn’t know what to do with any of that.

He didn’t recognize his brother in the madman that tried to kill him simply for being happy, for being reputed to have taken on lovers. He didn’t recognize even the faintest shell of him.

“Maybe we should take him on that vacation now,” Lao Nie said to Wen Ruohan, who looked thoughtful. “Hanhan, do you still have that – that ridiculous carriage, the big wide one, the one designed to avoid any bumps…?”

“You’re not taking me away from the Cloud Recesses before the trial,” Lan Qiren said, though he wasn’t actually sure if there would even be a trial. It seemed like the sort of thing that his sect would prefer to cover up, though it might be difficult to do so with two other sect leaders aware of what had happened and angry about it. “I’m sect leader, remember?”

“Acting sect leader,” Wen Ruohan said, and for once the reminder wasn’t meant to be poisonous. “Leave the matter to your sect elders.” He paused. “Or to me, I could handle it.”

“You could commit a murder, you mean.”

“A justified murder.”

“No, Ruohan-xiong.”

“How do you put up with this?” Wen Ruohan complained to Lao Nie, who unbent just long enough to look amused. “This stubbornness.”

“Oh, come off it,” Lao Nie said. “You love it.”

“I admit to nothing.”

“You stopped trying to conquer the world for us, I don’t need you to say that you love us,” Lao Nie said. “You can give up on this murder for us, too. Now shift over, I’m taking the inside of the bed.”

“What? No! We’re not sharing a bed,” Lan Qiren said. “You’re both far too elbow-y.”

“That’s too bad for you,” Wen Ruohan said, curling up behind him, even as Lao Nie firmly planted himself in front of him, both of them careful to avoid the wound on Lan Qiren’s side and back. “This is an excellent position for dual cultivation –”

“Ruohan-xiong!”

“Non-sexual dual cultivation, Qiren, stop whining. You’re going to live a good long life whether you like it or not.”

“That’s not how that works,” Lan Qiren complained, but he knew he was already yielding.

“Yes, it is,” Wen Ruohan said in his ear. “I’ll make it be the way it works. You’ll see…”