#never done this before but I can dream someone will use this as the image for their gaz post or something LOL

[honeyhobbs]

idk how Soap can focus on the mission....

[sunny-knight]

Dear My Dear -

an @forgettable-au fan-slideshow

At the end of their journey, Sans has remembered everything. And theres only one question on his mind now…

*now what?

Its lore time. omg theres so much-

The way ill organize this…lIll start with the GENERAL thing, before getting more spesific, and explain each slide in way too much detail.

THE BIGGER PICTURE

This is the hypothetical end to their journey. Sans and Papyrus remember what happened, and this is how Sans is handling it. A letter to Wingdings.

I was hesitant to make this at first for obvious reasons- we dont know how its gonna end!!! But I took this more as a “what if ?” scenario. IF they ever remember anything, how would Sans specifically, react? I mean thats gotta be tough.

Because of that though, lot of what happened to lead up to this is kept vague.

ill explain in way more detail how Sans got to the point of writing this letter, and how he feels in the end when I explain each slide individually. But the reason why, the MAIN ISSUE is…

Over the years, hes put so much effort into enjoying what he has. And- nothings even changed!!! So why does he feel so much has? Now that he remembers what he lost…WHO he lost. He cant help but have this voice in the back of his head that says “would it have been better if that never happened? if Papyrus never existed?” and of course he absolutely hates to think that! but the voice gets louder. Writing this letter, is an act of closure. Of laying to rest someone he never got to. Someone he never even really got to do much with.

(Excuse the shitty quality of the images- I promise they’re better. WATCH THE VIDEO)

my dear wingdings,)

Sans says “wingdings” here instead of “brother”. that’s important. Also its on a white void, showing a sorta “heavenly imagery” with the mention of Wingdings. Also Gaster is in a BLACK void, but hes talking about WD here, so, contradictions.

you never came back, and now…after remembering everything everything clearly i understand why.)

Sans and Papyrus are sitting by a fire at night. They are both sorta lost in their own worlds at the moment, but are more or less leaning on one another for comfort and support. They both need each other right now despite each other being the whole reason why they feel the way they do right now-

Papyrus is notably no longer wearing the white coat that somewhat resembles a lab coat. Symbolism! Growth!

(art note: I drew Sans as a lefty in this- cherish it. It was so hard to draw these hands at these angles- CHERISH IT.)

i don’t imagine you’ll receive this letter, but i, nonetheless, must send it. wingdings….oh ‘dings…)

the first part is somewhat of a self aware/sarcastic joke. Sans is writing this letter for himself- he doesn’t imagine Wingdings, the dead man, will ever see it. Nor would Gaster care to read it. Thats another important thing, this is NOT a letter for Gaster. This is a letter for Wingdings. which is for Sans

The star in the sky symbolizes a few different things- the main one being Wingdings ofc. But also Papyrus’ expectations of himself- which mainly come from who he was. He’s looking at it, reflecting, thinking of what Wingdings did, and what Papyrus has done. Who he is NOW, and if he ever was Wingdings.

Or if Wingdings just became him.

A square is a rectangle, but a rectangle isn’t a square type thing.

i was just starting to dream the silliest- the softest of dreams. i miss you. and i will always miss you.)

2 contradictions, what Sans used to think, vs what he knows now. The memories were fuzzy- he couldn’t remember The Royal Scientist, he just feels like he remembers some nice times. Before now knowing everything clearly. And he still misses it- slightly.

The reflections are blacked out at first, before showing their future selves. Before, there was no connection to the present because it wasnt true. It felt like/was 2 completely different things

but i cannot live like that.)

Sans can still tell, even without the rose tinted glasses view he used to have, he cant live missing the past and not living in the present. He always knew that, but repeating it here makes him feel better.

Pictured is Sans and Papyrus hiking up the mountain next to the city as the sun sets. Papyrus is in full view of the light, but is facing away in order to help Sans see it too. Symbolism!

and it seems you cannot live any other way.)

another reference to the fact that Wingdings cant live… at all now. But also an awareness that part of him lives on in Gaster. The thing that killed him.

I doubt hes going to change in any way by the end of the comics, he’s far to obsessive about angels and the player for childish stuff like “growth” and “changing for the better as a human being”

when i was with you, the world made sense. but now that we are apart, i see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape.)

When they were together, they knew what they wanted to be. They wanted to be scientists. But after being apart so long and experiencing so much uncertainty, Sans finds that mindset is unhealthy. Again, a lot of this is stuff he already knew, but is repeating to himself because after remembering everything, he feels as if hes back at square one.

As kids they would test echo flowers, for science purposes! We don’t know yet if WDs voice comes through on them, but I imagine not… maybe. But for this we’re gonna say no. Their speech bubbles are trying so hard to be circles- the scribbles also somewhat resemble stars because I thought that’d be fun.

But the last slide has it shown that he dug them out, also for science purposes!

He took the echo flowers from their roots, much later on in his lab career. That in itself isnt that bad, but it symbolizes that he doesn’t care much for taking things slow. He wants to test with echo flowers? **TAKES EVERY SINGLE ONE WITHIN A 100 MILE RADIUS**

Also the empty holes reflects sort of what happened after he died. All of the underground was left with holes to fill. Sans, a childhood/brother. Alphys, the royal scientist. Those are the main ones but he was THE ROYAL SCIENTIST im sure there were more (smaller) holes that may or may not have been filled.

Ok and the last thing the flowers being taken out represent- he took the ones specifically from when they were kids, and abandoned what was left for the grass to grow tall and the entire area to be, in general, a lot flatter. In his quest to basically never grow up and continue being the thing he KNEW he wanted to be since kindergarten- he’s taken everything and left the rest in the dust. He’s The Royal Scientist now, he “doesn’t need anything else.”

i’m so sorry. for everything. for everything long ago, and for starting up that machine again.

Sans knows he could have been better. He could have done things differently, and that thought messes with him, even before he remembered.

The 2nd image is Sans at Grillbys after another failed attempt to get Wingdings outside. Despite the fact that he could have done things differently, theres no real reason to be “sorry” But still, he cant help but feel like he should be. He could have done things differently- could have tried harder, and gotten Wingdings out more often- or at all.

Im not sure where the machine in Sans’ lab comes into play in this AU, but it worked for the purposes of this audio.

theres a good man within you, wingdings. but he is wrestling with a giant. and the giant WINS time and again.)

Before everything, there was still a good man inside Wingdings that Sans saw. But now that he’s Gaster he just cant see him ever changing... and yknow what hes probably right. Like Papyrus says! Anyone can be a good person if they just try!…Gaster just isnt trying

“Wins” being emphasized here, I enjoy, since its sorta a video gamey term. The giant hes wrestling is that/the player, after all. Also probably his ego

I also had fun with kid Wingdings and what he’s drawing. Ofc its all him and Sans plus silly little stars, but him being finished drawing Sans, but not yet finished drawing himself, symbolizes the fact that at that age he still didn’t really know what he wanted to be, I feel like Wingdings kinda remembers the past wrong. Sure he definitely had science on the mind, but younger kids are often filled with questions, he questions if thats truly where he’d be the happiest.

Thats the good man within him

you’ve broken my soul again, and i fear i have broken yours. and for that i will never forgive myself, but i need to let you go now.)

the star represents, again, Wingdings. And the moon represents Sans, which shines only under the Suns (Papyrus’) light.

The sun is beginning to rise, and Sans and Papyrus are beginning to leave. Sans puts out the fire, closing this chapter of his life.

Because of every reason he needed to relearn/re-reflect on listed here, hes ready to let Wingdings go now. Sans is the one to put out the fire here, and not Papyrus, cause this is from the perspective of how SANS handles putting this issue to rest. Papyrus can have his own fire to put out later

Another thing about putting out the fire, thats just kinda common knowledge to do especially at a public camping spot. Yknow what else is common knowledge to do so you dont disrupt the community?? NOT REPLANTING FLOWERS-

Its not that deep…but still-

i send you the radio you made many years ago when we were kids. not because i dont want it, but… because i care for it far too much and it reminds me too much of you.)

CALL BACK!!!!!!

Sans leaves this last memento to Wingdings, the last thing they have that has nothing to do with Papyrus. Because at this point theres no reason to keep it, in Sans’ mind at least. There’s also no reason to destroy it- Like he says, hes not leaving it out of malice, theres just no good that will come from keeping it and holding onto the past.

As the sun rises, here we see the brothers leaving. in contrast to before, Sans is helping Papyrus down. Helping him down from the spotlight, the expectations he’s set upon himself. Another kick that Papyrus still has much more to reflect on and think about, he’s still looking back at that light, at a shooting star, at everything he thought he wanted to be.

i hope one day you will find some kind people who with appreciate you. for it kept me thinking of you all these years.)

GASTER FOLLOWERS!!!

Despite everything, Sans still wants whats left of Wingdings, Gaster, to be happy and find something, anyone, that will give him true happiness. It’s left ambiguous however if they truly do, do that for him. If it’s at all healthy.

cause frankly i have no idea how theyll be included. but just like everything- i cant wait to find out

EDIT: something important (and really wordy-) I just remembered and forgot to mention: the wording change “i hope you will find some kind people who will appreciate you”. I chose this because I think it’s the thing Wingdings and Papyrus just want the most. To be appreciated- to be loved for who they are. Sans is/has been so happy that Papyrus has found those people in Undyne, Toriel, Asgore, and…hopefullllyyy Alphys? And now that Sans remembers Wingdings, and remembers how badly he wanted that, and how he never did. Sans cant help but feel horrible for him, and in turn, Gaster. Sans forgives Wingdings, and loves Papyrus…and….he just wants the best for Gaster. He hopes he can find true happiness in that twisted mind of his…

and i hope by returning it to you, i can finally be free. goodbye.

- your brother

As the sun rises, the star gets smaller and smaller and eventually the sun replaces it. Remember when I said Papyrus represents the sun? SYMBOLISM!!!

Also about that, the star shines brighter than anything, but the Sun is among a lot of clouds, depicting how isolated Wingdings is/was despite shining the brightest, vs Papyrus who also does indeed shine! but isn’t isolated whatsoever.

Now, remember when I said Sans saying “my dear wingdings” instead of “my dear brother” was important? well, he acknowledges that he is still Wingdings’ brother, despite everything. So he signs off as “your brother” but… He’ll always try to remember Wingdings fondly…but…he’s unsure if he considers Wingdings his brother anymore- just because of how much they’ve changed. Thats why the whole thing is called Dear My Dear.

the radio + letter remains there in the end. I briefly played with the idea of having them disappear as the sun came out, implying that Gaster took the radio and reas the letter, but that was before I realized it was much better for this to be for Wingdings specifically, not Gaster/Wingdings/whatever.

FINALE!!! PLUS SOME BEHIND THE SCENES INFO!!!

weeps pitifully this was probably the most fun i’ve had with a project/the most happy i’ve come out of one. Learned lots about my process’ and what works! so thats awesome It took a while to make, so theres a lot of stuff I changed or ideas I scrapped that I find interesting, so im gonna show some of that on my side/shitpost account, @o-sunny-day

also isnt this so awesome???? I got a computer so I got to post more images than just 10, THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!

Have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! Heres to being a bigger, better, and different person this year! except not really because despite everything its still you.

un-unless you…got shattered across time and space…. then you’re-

well I mean that-….. hm…

does that…? hmm, well….

[artyandink]

hyperthermia

Summary: Based on a request by @yinorathedragontamer. You needed a break from hunting, so you didn’t go on the latest one, but found you needed something to occupy your time. Just your luck that the Winchesters happened to return home when you were washing Baby, and you caught the eye of a certain someone.

A/N - Banners in use by @cafekitsune, first entry for Jensen-A-Thon!

TW: Set in S9 (so hot, scruffy Dean guys), and blatant checking out/fantasising

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Dean and Sam ambled back into the bunker, duffel bags carried by their taut arms like they’d done a million times before, so what should be a bag of bricks was a feather. Dean swept his hand over his mouth while Sam’s went through his hair, both ready to crash from the wear and tear of the hunt.

“I swear, m’ready to goddamn pass out.” Dean chuckled, nails scratching over the scruff that had grown on his cheek. He’d been hit a few times - not enough to cause bruises and whatnot - hard enough to cause fatigue once the adrenaline of the fight was used and faded.

Sam could only grunt in agreement, trying to rub the effects of a long drive from Oregon out of his eyes, paired it’s the disgruntlement of having to listen to rock tracks in the car. “You and me both. But hey, we should at least visit-”

“Roger that.” Dean cut Sam off before he could finish, in search of you. You were always a sight for sore eyes after a hunt, no matter what you were dressed in or if you were covered in blood; he enjoyed the vision that you were. More than he cared to admit.

He checked your bedroom, but he only found an unusually neat bed and a clean room, which was a rare occurrence for you and had him thinking that you were kidnapped, which prompted him to take out his gun.

You never did up your bed.

He crept through the hall, hoping to the good God that his boots didn’t squeak, but then familiar humming of ‘Stairway to Heaven’ caught the attention of his ears, originating from the garage. Followed by his arrival there, where he spotted you. And it wasn’t only just the sight of you that had him standing up straight.

You, in nothing but a soaked through plaid shirt tucked into some tight denim shorts, the sleeves of the plaid rolled up to your elbows and drawing his attention to your pretty hands. Hair damp and falling just right and had him biting his lip and fighting off the urge to ruin your friendship entirely. Droplets of water running down your neck, that damn sexy curve of your slightly bent legs and trailing beneath the v-shaped neckline that the collar of your shirt made that he was starting to think was made on purpose to make him go insane.

The image was too damn sinful. And he was suddenly not so tired and ‘ready to goddamn pass out’, more like licking his lips and biting the bottom one as he folded his arms over his chest. Eyes trained on you. Yeah, not so tuckered out anymore and ready to catch the full nine.

His bed can go to hell, he wanted you pinned against the bonnet of his Baby, legs spread wide so he could fit in between and show you how much he appreciated the job well-goddamn-done. Did he mention you were washing Baby? Probably not, he was too distracted with the way your hips were swaying as you stepped to cover another part of his beloved Impala with soap suds that then trickled down your own body and made your attire that much more see through and you that much more delicious.

Holy Jesus of Nazareth, you were giving his self control a run for its money. And his self control was likely to lose the money and go bankrupt if he wasn’t distracted pronto.

Wait- but why was he objectifying you? You were doing him a solid by cleaning the other girl of his dreams, why the hell would he think about your legs like that? And your body clearly outlined by the wet, clingy material of your shirt that he was starting to feel jealous of because he wanted to be that close to you.

No. Bad Dean.

He licked his lips again, his hips shifting slightly as he fought a clearing of his throat in case it’d alert you of his presence. His mossy eyes trained so precisely on you, it’d probably let you know he was there anyway, heat radiating from his gaze.

He didn’t want to think about the curve of that pretty neck. Or the way it’d feel under his lips.

Neither did he want to think about those delicate hands - that he knew were tough as hell - holding the sponge that was lathering up his Baby. Or the way they’d feel working his - nope, too far.

Definitely not the way the shirt looked like it now had to be peeled off your skin to reveal the treasure underneath, because god-holy-damn he had managed to catch a glimpse of black lace underneath that plaid. He’d happily unwrap you like a frickin’ present and it wasn’t even Christmas for about six months.

“Damn, pretty girl.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair that was begging to let his feet walk over, grab your hip and pull you into him so he could lick up your neck to collect all the water droplets running down them. What he wouldn’t give to just pop the button on those shorts, get to his knees and work you until his tongue ached.

Right there. Right-frickin’-there. Against his Baby-

“Pretty girl? That’s what we’re calling her now?” Sam muttered into his ear with a snort, not loud enough for you to hear as you bent over Baby’s bonnet in just the right way to have Dean’s eyes sliding down to that gorgeous ass framed in those shorts that should damn well be illegal.

Dean was snapped partially out of his thoughts, left embarrassed and disgruntled and somewhat still ogling that God-blessed ass before he followed Sam through the halls, the latter of which was sporting a smug smirk. “H-Hey, I was just-”

Sam raised his hands in surrender with a small laugh, looking back to Dean knowingly. “Hey, if you wanna check out her ass, do it at your own risk.”

“I wasn’t checking out her…” Dean got an image of it again and smirked slightly, jerking his head to the side, “yeah, maybe I was, so what? Can you blame me? That thing’s-”

Sam held up a finger, shivering in borderline discomfort as his mind filled the blank. “I’m gonna TMI you before you say it.”

“I’m just sayin’, I’m a man. I have needs, where a female who’s a badass hunter and also happens to be gorgeous and also happens to live with us is concerned. And it’s worse when she’s handlin’ my Baby.” He gave Sam a sheepish grin, but the younger Winchester only shook his head in mock disapproval, grabbing the duffel with his pyjamas.

“I’m going to bed.”

“You do that.” Dean grabbed his own duffel, heading to his room which, to his luck, passed the garage and you working on the car. You managed to lock eyes with him, and you gave him a cheery wave. He returned it, and as you turned, his eyes slid down to the curve of your ass again, eyebrows pumping once as a smirk stretched his pouty lips.

“I’ll see you in my dreams, sweetheart.” He muttered before he disappeared off to his bedroom to live his fantasy.

Meanwhile, you dried your face and neck off with a chuckle, going back to your room to change into some get into some drier and more comfortable clothing with a smug smirk on your face.

You’d noticed Dean through Baby’s newly cleaned mirror that you could probably sing ‘Reflection’ from Mulan in. His eyes taking you in and licking his lips like you were the latest snack he wanted to devour. His hands itching to touch you, his mind going blank when you pushed out your ass on purpose in order to catch his attention.

That was just phase one of your multi-step plan to strip Dean Winchester of his self control where you were concerned.

“Mission accomplished.” You muttered under your breath with a giggle.

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[after-witch]

Horrorfest: Apples [Yandere Shinigami Light Yagami x Reader]

Title: Apples [Yandere Shinigami Light Yagami x Reader]

Synopsis: The inhuman thing that calls itself Light Yagami won't leave you alone.

For Horrorfest request: Reader thats haunted by Shinigami Light Yagami please!

Word count: 800ish

Notes: yandere, stalking

“Leave me alone.” 

The words come out bitter and soft, like a piece of fruit that’s been sitting at the bottom of the fridge for far too long. They smush inwards like overripe flesh underneath your thumb, from the weight of the creature hovering in front of you, the inhuman thing that refuses to go away for good.

Sometimes he leaves for a few days, a week, even a month or two. Long enough that you think he’s finally gotten bored or died–can Shinigami even die?--and you’ll never see him darken your doorway (literally and otherwise) again.

But then he’s there, an unwanted flicker. Standing by your bed. Sitting on your professor’s desk, a prim smile on his face. Waiting behind a shelf at the grocery store, in the gap between open boxes of cereal. Intruding on your everyday life with his awful extraordinariness. 

“Aren’t you even the smallest bit grateful?” He asks, not for the first time, shifting towards you. He’s too close. When he speaks, his breath hovers, smelling of apples and rot. 

You press further away, tucking yourself into the corner between your bed and the wall. The edge of your nightstand digs into the flesh of your upper arm. 

“I don’t want you to follow me,” you say, pathetically, stupidly, because you know it will change nothing. It hasn’t before. It won’t know. “Find someone who will be grateful, if it matters that much to you.”

That’s your dream, really. That he will find someone else to follow, to obsess over, to whisper awful things to in the night; dreams of a reinvisioned world, remaking the world of mortals in an image that suits him. You’ll be there, too. Forever, he says, even if he hasn’t figured out how just yet. 

But no matter how much you plead, how much you try to make yourself unappealing, this thing–it calls itself Light Yagami, and isn’t that awful, to give itself a human name?--won’t leave you alone. 

A clawed hand reaches out and you squeeze your eyes shut. It’s easier not to see him when he touches you. That much you’ve learned. Because when he does, the look on his face gets too tight, too manic. His eyes go a touch red and there’s something inside them that is too awful to bear.

The claw drags down your cheek, resting underneath your chin and tilting it up like a lover would. It makes you sick, this gesture; it’s too practiced, too human. How did a Shinigami know what might make someone go weak at the knees?

And you do–you do–for all the wrong reasons. 

“You can learn to be grateful,” he whispers, voice going low, almost gray. “I’ll even teach you how to use my notebook properly.”

Oh, that fucking notebook. It’s what started this whole mess. It was just sitting there, on the park bench. You’d walked by that bench a million times and nothing was ever out of place, but the one day there’s something new–it’s something that’s condemned you to this.

To him.

All you’d done is pick it up. Touched the edge of it, wondering if some kid has left it behind. But instead of a name written on the front, there was only an odd title. 

“Death… note?” You’d read–and by the time you glanced back up, he was there, suddenly, in a blink.

Smiling politely and introducing himself, as if he wasn’t some creature that had popped up out of nowhere. Came from nowhere a more accurate statement, if his brief descriptions of his world were anything to go by–a vast gray rotting wasteland.

“You wouldn’t like it there,” he told you once, musing more to himself, you thought, than actually speaking to you. He liked to hear himself talk. “That’s why I’ll remake this world instead.” As if he did anything for your benefit, and not his. 

If only you’d passed on by the bench, by the notebook, that day.  You might be free from all this. 

But you’re not free. You’re here, in your bedroom, trapped between the wall and a god of death.

“Open your eyes,” he says, just tightly enough that you know he’s approaching the edge of his patience. It was much harder to be around him, when he was genuinely angry with you.

Weary, tired, your eyes open, slow and sluggish. You give in, like you always do. What other choice do you have? 

“There you are,” he says, claw tracing your cheek, just underneath your eye. “Much better.” 

His other hand reaches for yours, covering it with his own, gripping tight.

“Are you ready to write a name in my notebook now?”

[burningembers91]

Back Alley Bar - Seong Gi-Hun x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Seong Gi-Hun has given up on life, given up on himself. But for some reason, the pretty girl who serves him drinks still thinks he can be saved.

Seong Gi-Hun was a typical example of “like father, like son.” He was unreliable, he was selfish, he was sneaky and a liar. He was the spitting image of his father, and his father before him; a complete and utter lowlife. His marriage had crumbled, his wife and daughter had left him to start a new life in America, and his mother was recently deceased. She’d passed away on the floor of their living room while Gi-Hun gambled away the money he could have used to save her life. 

He didn’t deserve to live, didn’t deserve to still be breathing when his mother wasn’t. She had given everything to her son, forgiven him time and time again. She had been the epitome of patient, always giving him another chance to redeem himself. Gi-Hun didn’t deserve redemption, and while he waited for the devil to collect his dues, he would slowly drink himself into the abyss. 

That was where he’d met you, in some dive bar in a back alley, slumped over the bar with a whiskey in his hand. You were there working part time, using the cash to pay for a university degree. Every shift you worked, Gi-Hun was there, drinking himself into a stupor. Most nights you’d call him a cab home, but some nights you’d drive him home yourself, idly making conversation as you drove through the dark Seoul streets. He rarely responded, but you never gave up. You’d seen more than your fair share of shit in your time as a bartender, but you’d never seen anyone as broken as Gi-Hun. Whatever had happened to him, it must have been bad. You weren’t even sure if he knew who you were; he was so drunk most of the time it was miracle he could remember anything about the previous night. But he knew who you were; you were one piece of light in his dark, dark world. 

He knew you thought he wasn’t listening when you chatted to him in the car on the way home. But he remembered everything you said to him. How you were bartending on top of working full time as a teacher to save up to go back to university. How you’d just broken up with your boyfriend, but you didn’t really mind because he’d been a prick anyway. How your dream was to become a historian, but you were worried you were too old to change career. 

“Why do you do this?” He mumbled one night, as you walked with him to your beaten up, rust bucket of a car. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, throwing your bag into the back before climbing into the drivers side. 

“Why do you help me? I’m no one. I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“You are not no one.” You turned to look at him in the passenger seat, resisting the urge to touch his cheek. This man was so broken, and you had no idea how to help him. 

“I’ve done bad things,” he whispered, “I’ve hurt people. I’ve stolen, I’ve lied, I’ve cheated.”

You took a deep breath, staring out of the windscreen as rain began to fall, battering the concrete around you. 

“It’s never too late to make a change,” you said, although you knew all too well how that was easier said than done. 

Gi-Hun laughed bitterly. “Changing now won’t bring my mother back from the dead. It won’t bring my daughter back from America. It won’t make my wife come back to me.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent. How did you help a man who was so broken, so beyond repair? 

As you dropped him off outside his dilapidated apartment, you called to him through the sound of the pouring rain. 

“I’m not giving up on you, Seong Gi-Hun!” You smiled at him, and even through his drunken haze he could tell what a beautiful smile it was. He would never understand why you helped him, would never understand why you’d decided he was worth saving. Everyone had given up on him, but for some reason you wouldn’t. 

A woman like you didn’t need a man like him. You needed someone who could care for you, who wouldn’t leave you broken into pieces as he’d left everyone he’d cared about. But your words echoed in his head as he drifted off to sleep. “You’re not no one. It’s never too late to change.”

Maybe you were right; maybe there was still time to atone for his sins.

[sweemmy]

Darkness had never been a problem for Vi. She had grown up in it, embraced it as both a refuge and an ally in a world that gave her no quarter. But now, the darkness within her is different. It suffocates, ravenous—a beast that feeds on her deepest thoughts, on her obsession with you.

You are a glimmer in her shadowed world. At first, you seemed to bring a fragile light to her broken life. But that light didn’t heal her; it didn’t soothe. It was a spark that ignited everything she had left intact within herself. Vi knows this isn’t love in its purest form—love shouldn’t hurt like this. It shouldn’t burn through every fiber of her being. But what else can she call it when her entire existence revolves around you?

Sometimes, when she’s alone, her mind drifts back to the past. She sees herself as the girl she used to be—a girl with hope, with unyielding morals, with a sense of justice that brought meaning to her chaos. Those images feel so distant now, as though they belong to someone else. But they weren’t always this blurred. Vi remembers how she clung to that version of herself, struggling to reconcile her principles with the choices she made for you. Until one day, she stopped trying.

“Look at what I’ve become,” she thinks bitterly, staring at her hands, hardened by fights and scarred by the things she’s done in your name. Her knuckles, always marked, tell stories of the lines she’s crossed, of the faces she’s struck simply for coming too close to you.

The first time she stepped over the line, it was almost accidental—a punch thrown harder than it needed to be, a moment she couldn’t take back. But the effect was instant: a surge of power mixed with a dizzying rush that left her trembling. After that, it became easier, darker. Each decision pulled her further away from the Vi who once vowed to protect Zaun, the Vi who believed in something greater than herself.

But it’s not the actions that haunt her the most. It’s the constant thought, the unrelenting mantra she cannot silence: “I would let the world burn for you.” It plays in her mind like both a prayer and a curse. Because she would. Because she is. Every choice, every sacrifice, every boundary she’s destroyed has been for you, and she knows she’s losing herself in the process.

The darkness isn’t just in her mind—it follows her like a living shadow. The nights are the worst. When silence fills the room, the endless hum of her thoughts becomes unbearable. Every shadow on the wall seems to mock her helplessness, her lack of control. She dreams of a world without you, where she might find freedom again, but those dreams are fleeting and bitter. Because even in her fantasies, your absence feels like an abyss she cannot escape.

She watches you from a distance, trying to understand how someone like you can hold so much power over her. Sometimes, your words confuse her. “You don’t have to do this,” you say, but the smile on your lips betrays the truth. You enjoy being the center of her universe, though you’d never admit it. And Vi, caught in the web of her own obsession, can no longer tell if what she feels for you is love or self-destruction masquerading as something else.

Vi fights it sometimes. In rare moments of clarity, she tries to reason with herself, to remember who she was before you. But even those memories are fading, because everything that came before now feels insignificant. She wonders if her obsession began as love or if it was always this destructive force wearing the mask of something pure. But it doesn’t matter anymore. She doesn’t know how to let you go, how to tear you from her chest without bleeding out completely.

Every time she looks at you, she feels that toxic mix of devotion and despair. You are her salvation and her damnation, the anchor keeping her afloat and the chain dragging her down. And Vi, so proud, so stubborn, doesn’t know how to ask for help, how to admit that she’s losing this battle within herself. That her love for you isn’t saving her—it’s destroying her.

In her mind, the scenes replay: the faces of those who fell beneath her fists, the chances she missed to do what was right, the Vi she might have been if she’d never met you. But those images fade quickly, consumed by the fire burning in her chest. “It doesn’t matter,” she tells herself, “as long as you’re with me.”

When she closes her eyes, she sees it all burning: Zaun, Piltover, the entire world consumed in flames. And at the heart of that inferno, there you are—untouched, existing solely for her. The smell of smoke, the searing heat, the ash choking her lungs… all of it vanishes when her gaze lands on you. She knows there’s no turning back. Her love for you is her undoing, and though it hurts, though it scorches her to the core, she wouldn’t change it.

Sometimes, she imagines a different ending—one where she lets you go, where she finds redemption, where she becomes more than the chaos she’s created for you. But those fantasies are fleeting. Because at the end of the day, the truth is she doesn’t want to let you go. She can’t.

This love has turned her into someone she barely recognizes. But if that’s the price of having you, she will pay it without hesitation.

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Can I make a request for dilf!JakexFemale! Omatikaya!reader?

While Neytiri is out hunting with the kids, jake makes his way to readers hut. And let’s just say reader is shorter than Neytiri so size kinkkkk🤭

Guilty Pleasure

MDNI!🔞

Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings/content: SMUT, jake cheating(sorry Neytiri), size kink, stalking/obsessing, some roughness/power over reader, oral/face sitting (Jake being a pussy eating king), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, a sprinkle of angst at the end

W/c: 3.2k (holy shit-)

A/n: thank you for this request anon!!💖 I am a SUCKERRRR for dilf Jake! I got a lil carried away heheh but I hope y’all enjoy this! Comments, likes, and reblogs are SO appreciated! Muah 😘

“We will see you later, ma’Jake,” Neytiri sweetly said while motioning for the kids to go out of the hut, holding up the flap of fabric for them to walk by. Neteyam and Lo’ak went first, throwing a hand up and bidding a short “Bye, dad,” with their bows in hand.

“Come with us daddd!” Tuk whined and ran up and clung to his side. He chuckled at her.

“I’d love to, kiddo, but I gotta take care of something. Ya know, all my boring adult responsibilities,” He smiled gently.

She frowned up at him but had no choice but to accept he wasn’t coming.

“Bring me back a big ‘angtsìk(hammerhead titanothere)!” He joked while bending over and ruffling her short braids in an attempt to cheer her up. She giggled at his absurd request and ran off to catch up with Lo’ak and Neteyam.

Kiri came moping out and rolling her eyes like usual, she was not excited that she was being forced to go hunt with them. It just wasn’t her thing. She gave Jake a quick “Bye” and walked out without looking at him.

“I love you too!” He laughed, “You’ll do great!” He cupped his mouth and shouted to her. She looked over her shoulder and couldn’t suppress her small little grin of amusement. She pretty much always blatantly disrespected him but he loved her to death.

Neytiri smiled one last time at him before ducking under the flap, following her kids to go off to their hunt.

Jake’s smile faded from his face once they were out of sight.

He had a lovely wife and an amazing family—everything he could ever want and dream for. But unfortunately for him, his heart yearned for someone else. Someone who occupied his thoughts day-in and day-out, consuming his entire being.

He started to resent you for how bad he wanted you. But how could he blame you? You’ve done nothing. Nothing but just be utterly and effortlessly perfect. He felt like you casted a spell on him, damning him to be desperate for you. You were quite the sight to see; young and beautiful in all your glory. He could worship your body all day— the stunning curves of your hips and the rounding of your breasts. You were short in stature, not tawtute short but very much on the short side for a na’vi girl. But that just made Jake be drawn to you even more. During his endless daydreams involving you, he would have some particular thoughts of you. Images flooded his mind of getting to manhandle you around. He was bulkier than the average na’vi due to the combination of his human DNA, so he had no doubt in his mind he could toss you around effortlessly in several different positions. He also inevitably thought about how much tighter your smaller pussy probably was. And fuck, it wasn’t just your stunning appearance— it was also the way you were so damn sweet and compassionate to others. You never did anything wrong, it was like you really were perfect.

He longed to touch you and pleasure you, he would die a happy man if he could just watch you cum for him. It wasn’t even that he wanted the pleasure for himself, more than anything he wanted to pleasure you. So many scenarios have ran through his mind of imagining how your pretty face would scrunch up as an orgasm wracked through your petite body. He felt like he was loosing his mind, he hasn’t had this many vulgar, horny thoughts constantly since he was probably 17. It was like you made him young again. He wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. After all, he was experienced. Whether it was keeping Neytiri’s needs satisfied or previous lessons from his sexual partners back on earth, he’s learned a thing or two over time. He wondered if you’ve let any of the omatikaya boys fuck you. He hoped not, but he was sure they were all throwing themselves at your feet. I mean who the hell wouldn’t?

Jake had been stalking you for quite some time now. He pretty much had your daily schedule memorized and he’s even learned all your little mannerisms. Like how you looked down at the ground when you laughed, or how you quietly hummed to yourself when you were weaving. Sometimes throughout the day you would make eye contact when passing by each other. He noticed you would give him a little smile. It was like you knew you were torturing him.

But watching you from a distance and stalking you wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore for him. Sure, it satisfied the itch at first but it left him only wanting more. And stroking his cock to you felt good, but not as good as your soft, dainty hand would feel doing it.

He knew Neytiri was taking the kids hunting today to let them practice. And at this time of day, you were usually in your hut. He decided there wouldn’t be a more perfect time than now to approach you. He couldn’t let this keep eating him alive, he had to do something about it. So, he gathered up the courage to start his way over to you.

…

You were in your hut, cooling off a little. It was a hot, sunny day in Pandora and you always take a midday break around this time. Right before you were going to sit down, you seen a figure in your peripheral vision. It was… Jake?

“Jake.. I-I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” you stuttered and shifted to face him respectfully, caught off guard by your leader entering your hut. “Is something wrong?”

He stood confidently, almost like he owned the place— I mean he was the Olo’eyktan. Which was why you felt concerned and surprised to see him, surely it must be something important if he took the time to come here.

He surveyed you as you stuttered and slightly fidgeted with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His piercing gaze burned right through you, making you feel small and embarrassed. But he was the one coming into your home, so why were your cheeks heating up in embarrassment?

He finally broke the silence and breathed out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m afraid something is wrong,” he spoke with that low, sultry voice of his and once again burned holes into you with his eyes. He took slow steps towards you, casually.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and the blood left your face. “W-What is it? I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong, sir-“

“Don’t play dumb and innocent. You know exactly what it is.” He cut you off sharply.

You were taken aback, eyes widening in offense. “Excuse me?” You scoffed.

He kept inching closer and closer to you and you backed up in return, scowling at him. But unfortunately you backed up against the wall, having no more room to back up.

He was eyeing you down fiercely, power and authority exuding from his aura. But you weren’t a pushover, and you gave it your best effort at holding his eyes and not cowering.

He swiftly grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand on his hard erection covered by his loincloth. You gasped, once more taken aback.

“Understand?” He quipped.

You snatched your hand back and hissed at him. You were unable to form any words, so shocked at this predicament. Your scowl deepened and your breathing picked up, feeling the intensity in the atmosphere.

He let out a single chuckle of disbelief and shook his head.

“You do this to me. It’s your fault” he snapped, “You’ve been torturing me night and day and you know it” he accused with his pointer finger in your face.

Your mouth dropped a little, eyebrows scrunched in anger. “What?? I’ve done nothing! You’re fucking crazy!”

“You are such a little brat. Sounds like you need that attitude fucked out of you,”

You couldn’t help the coil that twisted in your stomach to his words. The obscenity of them made your body react with a mind of its own. Slick trickled out of your hole, making a little wet patch in your cloth.

His nose twitched and he grinned menacingly at your new smell of arousal. “Is that right? The lil’ slut needs her pussy stuffed with cock?”

Your cheeks heated up, making a purplish color on your face. You were losing this battle quickly. You blamed your body for betraying you so shamefully.

“Fuck you!” You finally said. It was your last attempt at trying to get the upper hand.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “That’s the plan.”

You scoffed again, still trying to make it seem like he was crazy and you didn’t want this. But in reality, you don’t think anything has ever piqued your interest more.

He put his fingers inside the band of your loincloth, tickling the soft area below your belly. Your heart thudded hard inside your chest and more waves of arousal coursed through you.

He slowly and lightly teased the area, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Not stopping me, I see,” he quietly mocked.

Your let your eyes fall to his chest which was right in front of you. You didn’t want to see the smug grin on his face.

“Now what if I touch your little pussy? Is she gonna blow your cover?” He taunted some more. You swallowed roughly as his fingers traced further and further down into your cloth until he got to your soaked cunt.

He ran a finger up your slit, eyes dilating as he basked in the incredible feeling of your slick pussy. Your legs parted on their own, giving him easier access and you whined softly, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, seemingly losing his control.

Your half lidded eyes met his again as he ran his fingers through your folds. You knew you were at the point of no return.

“Please..” you mewled quietly.

Trying to regain control of the situation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, still continuing his touching. “Oh so the brat has manners now?”

“Mhmm” you hummed shamelessly, pride be damned.

He licked his lips and looked down at your pretty lips, just waiting to be kissed. But he had other things in mind.

He yanked down your loincloth and it fell to your ankles then you kicked it aside. Then suddenly he knelt down and hitched one of your legs over his muscular shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped hard at the first stroke of his tongue on your pussy lips.

“Oh!” You cried

You grabbed his dreads for support because your knees already felt weak. Looking down at him, the sight was purely sinful. He lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed all over your cunt, slurping up all your juices and making a complete mess on his face. He hummed and moaned on it, creating vibrations which elevated your pleasure.

He pulled back only for a second, your juices falling down his chin and painting his blue skin with white and clear shimmer. “You taste so fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned in near disbelief. Then he continued working his mouth on your pussy.

You felt so good, feeling the most ecstasy you’ve ever felt. You’ve had a few partners and of course masturbate when needed but nothing and nobody has ever felt like this. He knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply and suck at.

He stuck a finger in your hole while he continued lapping on your clit. You moaned and fought to keep yourself standing up. He caught onto your struggle and swiftly moved to reposition you both. He laid himself back against the ground and had his hands hooked around you, bringing you down with him to then plop you right on his face.

Sitting on his face was much more comfortable and you tried to hold yourself up to hover some, but he grabbed your ass and pushed all your weight down on him. You switched between watching him do his thing and throwing your head back, closing your eyes and welcoming all the sensations. All his sounds were muffled but looking behind you and seeing his still rock hard erection and watching his feet curl and his legs dance around told you that he was very much enjoying himself.

You knew your orgasm was about to come. The pleasure was coming to a peak and you relaxed and let it happen. You came with a loud and drawn out moan, thighs shaking from the intensity. His humming got louder as he licked up all your essence, drawing out your high but letting off before you got overstimulated.

You rose off and scooted back a little to sit on his chest, looking down at his absolutely soaked face.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed out roughly, trying to catch your breath, “you didn’t tell me you were a pussy eating expert”

He chuckled with that deep voice of his, making your pussy flutter. “You thought the old man wouldn’t know how to eat pussy? Baby girl I am very experienced,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying not to smile. Before letting you fully catch your breath, he sat up and effortlessly carried you with him, you were like a little rag doll in his huge, bulky arms. He hung you over one of his shoulders, ass up in the air. He smacked it and you let out a little yelp of surprise and smacked his back in return.

“You are so tiny, ya know that?”

You rolled your eyes once again. “Yes, everyone loves telling me how short I am” you complained.

“Mhmm well I think it’s hot as fuck”

He set you down on the table and you were facing him, legs spread out and pussy on full display. His eyes drank in the sight of your most intimate part, being fully captivated by you. You then took the reigns and slipped off your skimpy top, leaving him even more speechless. You smirked in satisfaction at how pussy whipped he was already.

He didn’t fail to notice your shit-eating grin and quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? You won’t be laughing much longer,” he threatened while untying the strings of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.

And it did in fact shut you up. He was huge. Your jaw hung low like an idiot and he laughed at you.

“You’re not that big. I’ve had bigger.” You lied, trying to sound confident.

He narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting to fuck you. “That so? Well then you should have no problem taking me,” he taunted.

You were nervous about how it would hurt but you put on a brave face. You spread your legs wider and gave him doe eyes as an invitation to go ahead.

His bigger body hovered over your small frame as he positioned his cock at your entrance. He teased your folds and your opening, making you buck your hips up in an effort to get him inside of you. His cockhead breached into your hole and you gasped in unison. He was so thick and girthy, the stretch against your walls was one you’ve never experienced this intensely.

He sank in deeper, thrusting a little to help break it in. You winced and moaned but stayed relaxed and let him keep going. He finally bottomed out. Then pulled back and started thrusting.

Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack. The drag against your walls and the pressure his dick provided on your cervix made you nearly see stars, clouding your vision in a bit of a haze.

“Mmmm!! ‘s so good!” You slurred drunkenly, choking on your moans and cries.

He grunted and moaned above you, keeping a steady rhythm as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Holy shit” he gritted between his teeth, slightly baring them at you while he got caught up in the passion. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head slumped down, hanging from between his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me cum too quick” he panted.

You moaned in response, loving how you were breaking him. He cupped both your tits and gave them a squeeze, edging both of you on more.

“More!! Please!” You didn’t really know what you were asking for but he seemed to know right away.

He pulled out quickly and swiftly flipped you over, pulling you from the hips to scooch your ass up against him. He entered you again easily and plunged all the way in making you moan loudly.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” he grunted as he then started a fast and hard pace, increasing it from the previous pace.

His dick was now reaching so far up into you and satisfying all your sweet spots. He was fucking into you like a bunny in heat, hiking up one of his legs and placing his foot on the table to have a better grasp on you and a better angle to fuck you.

“Fuckkkk!” You screamed, getting your cervix pounding into over and over again. You felt your walls convulsing around him and knew you were getting close.

He pushed your head down into the table, his enormous hand pretty much engulfing the entire size of your head. Your hair fell around your face and was scattered in a complete mess.

“Shit baby, you’re close, huh?” He groaned.

“Yesss! Don’t fucking stop!” You begged and whimpered.

And then you felt your coil snap. The waves of sweet release spread throughout your whole body. Your pussy’s grip on his dick tightened, making him cum right after you.

“Nghh- gonna fill you up” he moaned while still bringing your ass back to meet his hips, slowing down and milking out both your orgasms. His hot cum spurted into your womb, filling you up just like he said.

He finally stopped his slow thrusts and pulled out gently making you whine as you felt some of his cum seep out.

He stepped back to admire his work, taking a mental screenshot of your cream pied cunt. He used his thumb to gather what had dripped and pushed it back into you.

“Your pussy looks best with my cum in it,” he admired.

You rolled over to your side, completely exhausted. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lay with you now.

He got your message by the look in your face. “I’m sorry baby but I gotta leave now. As much as I’d rather be stuffed inside you, I gotta get back to my place before my-“ he paused, looking physically pained, “before my family gets back home.”

Of course, you thought to yourself, how the fuck could you forget? Guiltiness flooded your heart, making it physically ache for his wife and kids. You felt terrible. You never liked a homewrecker and now you were a complete hypocrite and felt like a whore.

“Yes, o-of course… I’m sorry,” you offered weakly.

He weakly smiled as a response, pain still in his eyes as the post-nut clarity washed over him and guiltiness attacked his conscious as well.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” And with that he left your hut.

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☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 3

Jason Todd x Chubby! Reader (fem)

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, fluffy, mild angst, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings: reader character dealing with anxiety from previous chapter (non-descriptive),hinted at trauma from fatphobia, hints of Jason's self esteem and body image issues, otherwise it's fluff central

word count: 2.2k (oops? 😅)

Chapter Selection

Ding!

I looked over at my phone, briefly considering not picking it up. When I got through my front door I had ripped my jeans off, suddenly hating everything touching me. I showered, scrubbing the night off until my skin was raw and tingling, and now I was curled up on my bed sheets, having a good cry. I didn't really want to talk to anyone right now…

Ding! Ding! … Ding!

God, whoever it was was insistent though … I sighed softly and picked it up, checking the messages:

Jason: Good morning! I am so sorry for the sudden disappearance - my phone broke on my way to visit my brother! 

3:15am

Jason: Just got back into town, so I've finally got the sim card in an old one for now.

3:17am

Jason: I feel bad, I owe you a week of good mornings! 😭

3:17am

Jason: And sorry for spamming you - I just didn't want you to think the worst for a second longer than necessary…

3:18am

I stared at the screen for a long while. Jason was back … just like Red Hood said. Huh… 

Me: Don't worry about it, shit happens!

3:40am

Jason: … What are you still doing up? 

3:41am

I briefly considered telling him everything. Maybe it would feel good to tell someone … or maybe it would feel even worse. We didn't really know each other yet, who knew how he would react? Nausea gripped my stomach and I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths before replying.

Me: Just got home is all. Picked up a late shift tonight.

3:50am

Jason: That's a hell of a late shift, that must have sucked!

3:52am

Me: … Yeah, honestly it wasn't great… 😔

3:53am

Jason: What are you doing tomorrow?

3:54am

Me: Nothing in particular, y?

3:56am

Jason: That settles it then! No more excuses, come hell or high water I will see you tomorrow!

3:56am

I stared at the screen, not sure how to feel about that idea. I did want to see him again, but I also really just wanted to sleep for 48 hours straight…

Jason: Seriously, name a time and place. We'll do anything you want! 😁

3:59am

Me: You don't have to do that, Jason - you just got back! Don't you need to work?

4:00am

Jason: Nope! We came back a day early, so I am all yours!

4:02am

Me: … All mine, huh? 😏

4:05am

Jason: 100%! Anything you want, name it!

4:06am

Me: … Gotham City Mall, meet in front of the bookstore at … say 4?

4:08am

Jason: Perfect, see you in 12 hours! Good night

4:08am

Me: Good night Jason

4:09am

I was exhausted, but couldn't seem to sleep. I was still coming down from the anxiety and adrenaline from being attacked, and now I was also nervous and tentatively excited about seeing Jason. This was the step that usually proved someone was playing games with me. I sighed softly, sliding a hand down my soft tummy. I didn't mind the way I was shaped, but other people sure had a way of making it seem like the end of the world… I silently begged the universe; let this one be good. No more games, let it be real this time…

When I finally did sleep, my dreams were filled with red. Blood all over the pavement, staining everything. Red chrome staring me down as I cried. Large hands, so gentle against my cheeks, pulling me against a warm, broad chest…

I woke with a start and peered over at my discarded clothes in a heap from the night before. Red Hood's flannel peaked out from under my ruined pants, taunting me; I was about to go on a date and I was dreaming about another man? A man I was surely never going to see again no less? That's real healthy, well done Brain.

I stepped over the clothes on the floor, not wanting to deal with the mess left over from last night, and selected a cute but comfortable outfit. I ate a quick breakfast, spent longer than I'd care to admit on my hair and makeup, and headed downstairs to catch the bus to the mall.

My anxiety grew as I approached the front doors. It’s a trick, it must be a trick. The cold air conditioning hit me in the face, a welcome respite from the summer heat, and I made my way toward the bookstore. He's a hottie, and really sweet. Or at least knows how to play sweet. He's definitely not actually interested. I could see the sign for the bookstore on the other side of the mall. And he's a Wayne too! What could a Wayne want with me?? … Oh god, I threatened them, didn't I? I told the little one I'd stab them if they came back to the table. Why did I say that???

I blinked a bit, pausing. That was him, leaned against the wall right next to the bookstore. He had actually shown up. I watched him scroll on his phone for a minute before looking up and scanning the crowd. When his eyes landed on me I continued walking toward him. He pocketed his phone, kicked off the wall, and walked over to meet me, a little grin lighting up his face.

“You're actually here…” the words left my mouth before I could reconsider, my disbelief apparent in my tone. Jason looked a bit confused at that, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, yeah? … You said 4, right?”

“Sorry! Yes, I said 4. I just … I honestly wasn't sure this was … real…”

“Why wouldn't it be real?”

I blushed a bit, clearing my throat slightly; “n- never mind! Sorry, I had a weird week; my brain hasn't fully caught up.”

He nodded a little, smiling gently. “Well, I hope it's getting better at least.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it is. Thanks. … So, what should we do?”

“Like I said last night; anything you want.”

“Well, … we're right here, do you want to start at the bookstore?”

He nodded and fell into step beside me, smiling gently. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked into the store, browsing the aisles. It was odd how comfortable this was; he was a good half foot taller than me, and at least 200 pounds of pure muscle. If his arms and cheek were any gauge he was absolutely covered in old scars, and he had a bandage on one forearm so whatever gave him the scars probably wasn't confined to the past.

I should be terrified - everything about my upbringing told me this was a dangerous situation to be in. But when I saw the look in his eyes, like I was the most interesting thing in the world, all of my self-defense training fell out of my head. The voices urging me to get to safety quieted, all my instincts stilled, and there was peace. His eyes were so beautiful… 

“... Is there something on my face?” He blushed a bit, chuckling awkwardly.

I blinked, looking away. “Sorry! I wasn't staring, I just …”

“... Did you want to ask about this?” he pointed to the scar on his cheek.

“Huh? No! I have a policy of not asking people about stuff like that; you'll tell me or not on your own time. No, I just … I like your eyes is all …’’ I blushed brightly, staring at but not reading the back cover of a book.

“... My eyes?” I nodded, still pretending to read the back cover. “... You're really not going to ask about my scars?”

“Unless you want to talk about them, it's not any of my business.”

“... You're a very unusual girl.”

“Because I'm not going to pry about something you may or may not want to talk about, particularly on a first date?”

“Well, they're usually the first thing anyone wants to talk to me about. If they don't avoid me in the first place…”

I frowned a bit at that. If we met under any other circumstances, I would have taken one look at him and ducked my head to avoid an interaction. “... People suck…”

“It's not their fault; I'm intimidating…” I cautiously looked over at him. He was also staring at a book cover, a pensive little frown on his face.

“... I don't think you're intimidating.”

His eyes darted over and back to the book, and the corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. “... Thanks.”

I nodded, setting the book down. “.... So …”

“So? …”

“... Play a game?”

He chuckled, looking over at me. “A game?”

I nodded. “You tell me some of your favorite things in books, I'll tell you some of mine. We separate, select a few of our favorites that the other might like, and reconvene.”

“Alright. Is there a way to win this game?”

“Well I assume we'll each pick at least one book the other hasn't read, so we'll get to make each other read at least one of our favorites. That sounds like a win to me.”

He chuckled. “Alright. Meet back up at those comfy chairs in the back?”

I nodded, telling him some of my favorite tropes, genres, and settings. He did the same, and we darted in opposite directions. He beat me back there, but I eventually approached with a small stack, falling into the seat next to him.

He gestured toward my books; “ladies first.”

I tucked my feet under me, passing him each book in turn and making a case for it. He took each one, read the back cover, and listened intently. He had read one of them, and I figured he'd pick one of the others, if that, but he insisted he was going to get them all. When it was his turn, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but Pride and Prejudice wasn't the first thing that came to mind. 

“I've seen a few movie adaptations, but I haven't gotten around to reading it.” I smiled softly, taking the book. It was a beautiful blue cover with swirling calligraphy font in gold.

“An unparalleled tragedy - I insist this is the one you're taking home!” I giggled at his determined tone and nodded.

“Yes, sir!” I made a little mock salute, trying not to smirk at the sudden wave of pink overtaking his face. “... Well, what else do you have for me?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at the books in his hands. “Ah, um …”

One by one he passed me Hamlet, the Three Musketeers, a book of Greek myths, and … a trashy romance?

“... Not gonna lie, this is an unexpected choice.” I read the back. It looked like your typical bodice ripper.

He chuckled, blushing a bit. “Look, it was the only book I had access to one day and I was losing my mind with boredom. But if you give it a chance, it's actually really well written, and the love interest isn't one of those creepy possessive guys the genre is known for, so …”

I nodded, taking a picture of the book covers. “I will give it a chance then!”

“... Why are you taking a picture of them?”

“... To get later? I'll start with this one, since you were so determined that I read it.” I held up Pride and Prejudice. Jason gathered up the others, putting them on his stack, then gently took Pride and Prejudice from me as well.

“Or I could just get them for you.” 

“What? Jason, no. I mean, that’s really sweet of you, but that's way too much!” Between the books he'd picked out for me and the ones I'd selected for him, he was holding at least $200 in his hands. And he'd picked the pretty hardcovers too! 

He shook his head. “I've had to cancel on you at least 5 times, and then I disappeared with no warning. You have been incredibly patient and understanding, and I will make today worth it.”

I blushed brightly, a bit surprised. “Jason, … you're worth waiting for. I enjoy talking to you, you don't have to spend money on me for today to be worth my time.”

He looked away uncomfortably, bright red, holding the stack of books to his chest. “... I … I like talking to you too … just let me do this, yeah? Call it a first date splurge.”

“... Alright, if you're sure. But I don't want you making a habit of this.”

He nodded, smiling softly. “Don't worry; I know you're a strong, independent woman.”

I nodded once, chuckling. “Damn right.”

Jason grinned, god he had an infectious grin, and led me to stand in line together. He held the stack of books in one hand, and we chatted a bit more while we waited for our turn. I was looking at a selection of little plushies in the impulse items when I felt something brush ever so slightly against my finger. I looked down; his trembling hand was next to mine, his pinky slightly extended toward me. I chuckled softly, extending mine toward him, and gently linked our fingers together. He stiffened ever so slightly before relaxing into it, gently squeezing back.

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Hi Denim! I love ur post! Can u write yandere Zhongli alphabet using letter B, L, P, and Y?? Thank u

A/N: Hi Anon! This is lowkey perfect cuz I have a Sugar Daddy Zhongli fic in the works! Zhongli is just so sexy bruh.

Zhongli Yandere Alphabet B, L, P, and Y.

Warnings: Dub con if you reaaaally squint, mentions of kidnapping.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Zhongli is literally the Geo Archon. Which means he won the archon war, which also means he’s killed multiple Gods.

What’s a human or two? Or three… or four…?

Zhongli DOES care about the Liyue and its People after all, he spent thousands of years protecting it. But his love for his darling is on a deeper level than that.

He wants you to be happy always, so if someone is harming you in any way, Zhongli will get rid of them.

Even if they weren’t really even hurting you greatly. Maybe someone just bumped into you but didn’t apologize or stick around to help you up. Zhongli will make mental image of their face and what direction they went in so they may be dealt with after he is done spending time with you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Two scenarios! One of his darling returning his affection and one of the darling not.

If his darling returns his feelings he will treat you like a true queen. Zhongli knows a lot about human relationships and how to broach them, even though he has never had one himself, so affection is not lost on him.

Zhongli will make your dreams come true. A lot of partners promise to give their love the stars but Zhongli can actually make that happen. He only wants to see you at your happiness so whatever brings a smile to your face, he will do.

Now, if darling doesn’t return his feelings.. Zhongli will definitely be confused! What’s there not to love about him? He works, likes tea, he’s Morax (even if you don’t know it). So why are you rejecting him?

It’s fine though. If Zhongli is determined to have you he will, so honestly, it’s best if you go willing. Zhongli is not a mean deity, he wants you to be happy, but he knows your happiness will eventually be with him.

If he isolates you from everyone and everything you love, you’ll soon come to crave his presence, his love, his intimacy.

Even if you don’t want it at first, Zhongli will be gentle. He’ll be patient, that’s what 6000 years does to someone like him. A 1000 years ago he might’ve been rough and broken you, but not now. Zhongli will teach you everything. How to be happy around him and how to please him. Those are things simply taught. Of course you’ll mess up, you’re just a human, you’re not as capable as him or his Yaksha, but he’ll be there to guide you. If soft instruction doesn’t work, he might have to become harsher, just give in to him. It’ll be much easier that way.

Oh yeah, you won’t be human much longer anyway. How can you both remain together forever if you are? Oh don’t cry, this is good! He can finally take your lessons up a notch. Zhongli is patient but, he can only hold back his draconic instincts for so long, and he has been more then indulgent with you.

Patient: How patient are they with their darling?

As I said before, Zhongli is really patient. He doesn’t rush or force you into sex… often. He also doesn’t expect you to be perfect, you are human, and because of that you are naturally flawed.

Zhongli will teach you everything. He expects you to do this, this, and this, like this, at this time type of training.

You'll start to wake up when his does, your body will start to call out to him whether you want it to or not.

Zhongli is patient, or he likes to believe himself to be. But he’s still a dragon. He’s primal, he’s rough, he’s territorial. Its all his nature too, so don’t hold it against him if he takes what he wants from you after all while. So try not to deny him for too long. Just as you have your nature, he has his.

Yearn: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I feel like I already addressed this so I’ll kinda reiterate.

Zhongli will hold off for WHILE as long as you don’t reject him. Take as long as you like to confess you feelings, time is of no essence to Zhongli. But If you say no his advances, all bets are off the table, he won’t wait to kidnap you from your life.

You’d think he planned it with how fast he snatched you up. And maybe, it was. Maybe he anticipated your response and planned accordingly.

Zhongli wasn’t a fool, he could tell if you didn’t like him romantically but it was nice to pretend while it lasted. Too bad you’ve ruined and had to be taken. You could have continued to live your life, the unwilling wife of Morax.

[theamityelf]

For my last ask I think it would be funny if it was all the different soulmate ways so makoto is going through a bunch of stuff and is also maybe trying to hide it and if you include Izuru it could be something he finds interesting about makoto as maybe no else has had so many soulmates

(previous post re:Makoto and his class)

(original Makoto soulmates post)

Oh my gosh, then I definitely think Makoto would be shy about showing skin.

He walks into Hope's Peak discreetly checking the timer on the back of his hand, which is now down to less than three hours until he meets one of his soulmates. On the back of the opposite arm, there's a sentence he's had memorized for years now: "So, we arrived at the same time!" It's hidden by his sleeve. He has the image of a microphone on the back of his neck, hidden by his hood. The image of a Yoshi (or Galaga sprite) on his bicep, hidden by his sleeve. The image of a half-peeled orange right beneath his collarbone– or maybe there used to be a half-peeled orange there, but now it's just an oddly-shaped scar. That change happened within the last year.

He can't see colors (and he's been told his shoes don't match his hoodie?). Last night, he had a dream that he was a girl named Kyoko, meeting her dad for the first time. This morning, he saw through Junko's eyes while she was getting dressed, and he's barely stopped blushing about it.

He's trying to live in the moment and appreciate the amazing place and all the amazing people, but in truth, he's pretty stressed about how he's going to explain his situation to anyone. Based on his timer and the glimpses he's seen of Junko's letter, he's going to meet at least two of his soulmates here. He's never heard of anyone having as many soulmates as he apparently has. When someone turns out to have two or three soulmates, it's considered unusual and potentially problematic, but usually they meet at different points in life. One in youth, one in old age. Something like that. But two at the same school?

"So, we arrived at the same time!"

Three?!

Makoto turns to see the person who just reached the gymnasium door at the same time as him.

"Nice to see someone else who appreciates the value of punctuality," the tidy young man commends.

Makoto clears his throat. "Uh, yeah. I guess I was just...worried about being late."

And the young man's expression changes to one of astonishment, because as expected, he has Makoto's first words to him on his arm, too. The timer on his other wrist still says a little over two hours, and he can suddenly feel Junko looking through his eyes.

Makoto levels with his new...friend. "Listen, I'm really glad to meet you, and we should definitely have a conversation about this, but maybe not...right now? Can we talk at lunch, maybe?"

The guy remains astonished for a second before he recovers with an affirming, "Of course! School comes first. If we're in the same class, might it be prudent to introduce ourselves?"

And Makoto smiles. "Yeah. I'd like that."

His first in-person soulmate is Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Taka.

As more of their classmates start arriving, Makoto feels more and more of a complicated mix of excitement and anxiety. He introduces himself to a well-dressed, bespectacled guy named Byakuya, and the second they make eye contact, Makoto can suddenly see in color. Byakuya's expression of snobby disinterest drops into one of ill-disguised shock, and Makoto hasn't explained the situation to Taka yet, his timer says he has like an hour and a half until he meets another soulmate, Junko isn't even here yet, and now he has to get used to colors!

And wow, his shoes really don't match his hoodie.

He definitely needs to explain things to Taka and Byakuya before Junko gets here, because despite never having met her in person, he knows that she's a lot. And he'd hate for anyone to learn that he has multiple soulmates from anyone but him.

"Well?" Byakuya says, having returned to snobby disinterest. "Tell me your name already so we can be done with these ridiculous introductions."

Okay, rude. But that's fine. "I'm Makoto Naegi. I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student, and...I hate to tell you this bluntly, but I think I kind of need to hurry, so..." He draws in a breath. "I have multiple soulmates...here. Kind of...a few...here."

Byakuya loses his facade of indifference, looking at Makoto again with narrowed eyes. "Excuse me?"

"I know, we should definitely discuss this, but I need to tell Taka, too, before he finds out in a worse way."

And Makoto runs off and explains the situation to Taka (WHOA! Taka's eye color! He is going to have to get used to eye colors.), who is surprised and maybe (almost definitely) disappointed, but he's very polite about it. Makoto promises that they'll talk again at lunch.

He checks his timer again. An hour and twenty minutes.

"Hey."

He pulls his sleeve down to cover the timer, looking up to see who's addressed him, and Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Kyoko?! From his dreams?!

"Makoto, right?"

"Y-Yeah. Kyoko?"

She doesn't say yes or nod or anything. "How many?"

"Huh?"

"How many do you have? I saw the timer on your wrist, and your reaction to Togami. Ishimaru keeps glancing at you. How many do you have?" At least she doesn't seem upset. Though she has completely busted him.

"I don't...know, for sure. I have a few soulmate marks, I just saw color for the first time, I share dreams with you and see through someone else's eyes occasionally, Taka's first words to me are on my arm..."

"Is that your talent? Are you some kind of soulmate anomaly?"

"Oh, no. I'm here as the Ultimate Lucky Student."

"I don't know that I would consider your situation here a lucky one. If breaking things to Togami and Ishimaru has you this nervous–"

He sees a flash of the school from outside and knows that Junko is here.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," he says, with forced optimism. "I mean, once I explain the situation to everyone, I'm sure we can all get past how weird this is. I'm glad to finally meet you, Kyoko."

"Hm. Don't worry; I'm not here to socialize anyway."

She slips away before he can say anything else, and then he hears the door open, and Junko's here!

[sherewrytes]

ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ Gojo x Black Fem reader

↳ Satoru Gojo x f! black reader

In Tokyo's underground music scene, Exxor is on the verge of global fame, but beneath the glitz, emotions run wild. Lead singer Satoru Gojo shines in the spotlight, while bassist Suguru Geto battles his dark past and unspoken love for Y/N, a rising fashion designer. Their shared history is fraught with tension, especially now that Y/N is falling for Gojo. As her career catapults her into the global fashion arena, old feelings resurface, threatening to unravel the band and their fragile friendships. Can they navigate the chaos of fame, or will their secrets tear them apart?

Genre: Romantic Drama, Psychological Fiction

Content warnings:

Substance Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Unrequited Love, Mental Health Issues, Slight drug use

Chapter 2: Better days

   The hazy memory of university days began to take over his thoughts as his eyelids grew heavier. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed him, but his dreams weren't peaceful. They were filled with flashes of your face, the laughter the three of you shared with Nanami, and the chaotic, vibrant days that felt so far away now.

But it wasn’t just nostalgia that pulled him under—it was the ache of something long buried. The first time he’d realized he was in too deep, the first time he had truly looked at you and seen you—not just as someone to pass the time with, but someone who made his chest tighten in ways he couldn’t explain.

The flashbacks came in waves—images of university dorms, late-night walks through the streets of England, secret meetings in hallways and lecture rooms. They all tangled together in his mind, each moment a thread in a tapestry he couldn't unravel. He hadn’t expected to fall for you. He hadn't planned it, but somewhere along the way, somewhere between stolen kisses and half-hearted promises, it happened.

And when it did... he had never been able to let go.

Suguru’s POV

he wheels of my skateboard clattered against the uneven pavement, a rhythm I’d memorized over countless afternoons. The streets here always smelled like rain, even when it hadn’t poured. Or maybe that was just me romanticizing London again. Why do I do that? Romanticize things that don’t need it. Like this place. Like people. Like her.

Y/N stood a little ahead, leaning against a low brick wall, her arms crossed casually. The sun caught on the honeyed sheen of her braids—they always looked freshly done, like she walked out of a magazine shoot every damn day. You don’t notice this stuff about anyone else. Not like this.

Her skin was warm and rich, almost glowing under the sunlight. I’d caught myself watching her more than I should’ve lately, tracing the way her cheekbones curved just so, or how her full lips twisted into a smirk that could cut sharper than any insult. I knew that smirk well because it was usually aimed at me.

You’re staring again.

I kicked the board up with the edge of my sneaker, catching it mid-air. “You’re blocking the view, Y/N,” I said, my voice lazy enough to sound indifferent. She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. That little twitch had me grinning before I could stop myself.

“Blocking the view of what, Geto? This masterpiece of London architecture?” She gestured around dramatically. The wall she leaned on was covered in graffiti, some of it halfway decent, most of it trash.

“Nope. Blocking the view of Nanami busting his ass back there.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder, and right on cue, Nanami stumbled off his board with a curse. Perfect timing. Thank you, Kento.

Y/N threw her head back and laughed, this deep, melodic sound that I always wanted to bottle up and keep for bad days. Her braids swayed with the motion, some of the golden beads at the ends catching the light. How did she make something as simple as laughing look like art?

I didn’t realize I was grinning like an idiot until her sharp gaze cut back to me. “What?” she asked, one brow arched.

Say something cool. Or sarcastic. Anything but the truth.

“Nothing.” I shrugged, letting my board drop back to the ground. “Just thinking how Nanami should stick to books instead of boards. You ever seen him try to ollie?”

She didn’t respond right away, just kept watching me like she was trying to figure something out. That smirk from earlier was back, softer now. Almost playful. “You talk a lot for someone who wipes out at least twice a session.”

“Twice is generous,” Nanami muttered, finally catching up with us.

“See? Even Kento knows.” Her grin widened as she pushed off the wall and grabbed her board. “Now, are we skating or standing around admiring each other all day?”

She started down the street before I could answer, her movements fluid and confident. God, she’s good. Too good.

“Not admiring,” I muttered under my breath, even though no one could hear me. But my chest ached with the weight of the lie. Liar.

Nanami, determined as hell, was back on his board, his posture stiff but improving with every try. It was almost painful watching him, like watching a newborn deer try to walk. Except this deer had way too much pride to let anyone help him. Honestly, it’s kind of impressive. Man doesn’t quit.

I dropped my board again, kicking it into motion. “Alright, Nanami. Let’s see that ollie one more time.”

“Shut up, Suguru,” he muttered, but he lined himself up, bent his knees, and gave it a go. This time, he didn’t wipe out. He actually landed it—clunky, sure, but he landed it.

“Whoa!” Y/N clapped her hands together, her braids swinging as she bounced in place. “Look at you, Kento! One step closer to joining the X Games.”

Nanami rolled his eyes, but I could see the hint of a smile. “Not all of us have raw, natural talent,” he said pointedly, giving her a look.

“Oh, I’m talented and humble,” she shot back, sticking her tongue out. And gorgeous. You forgot that part.

Not wanting to get shown up, I set my sights on a kickflip. I’d been trying to nail one for weeks now, but it was like the board had a vendetta against me. Today’s the day, though. Got Y/N watching. Can’t screw this up.

“Alright, watch this,” I said, hyping myself up as I lined up the board. I popped it up, flicked my foot, and— Nope. The board spun weird and smacked the ground sideways, almost taking me out with it.

Y/N doubled over laughing, her voice echoing in the park. “Suguru, you’re lucky you’ve got a pretty face because you’re not making it as a skater.”

I brushed myself off, trying to hide my grin. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. It’s all part of the process.”

Nanami snorted. “Your process looks painful.”

“It’s about the journey, not the destination,” I shot back, rubbing the back of my neck. Then, as if on cue, the thought popped into my head. You know what would make this whole thing better?

“I’m gonna grab some supplies,” I said casually, brushing imaginary dust off my jeans.

Y/N side-eyed me immediately, her lips twitching. “Just say weed, Suguru.”

I snorted, throwing her a grin. “Fine. I’m grabbing weed. Happy now?”

She laughed, this low, warm sound that made my chest feel tight. “You’re such a weirdo, man.”

“I try.” With a salute, I kicked off and rolled toward the group of regulars at the park. The guys over there always had something good, and they never minded sharing.

The familiar smell hit me before I even got close, a mix of grass and faint cologne. I made small talk, passed around a joint or two, and ended up buying my own baggie. Nothing crazy, just enough for today. They tossed me a pack of papers, too, and I shoved everything into my pocket before heading back.

By the time I rolled up to Y/N and Nanami, she was sprawled out on the grass, her board resting under her legs. The sun caught her face again, her dark skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat, and her lips parted slightly as she sipped from a water bottle. You’d think she was posing for a damn painting.

I plopped down beside her, pulling the baggie and papers out of my pocket. “Miss me?”

She raised an eyebrow, looking at the weed in my hand. “What’s that, a party favor?”

“Something like that,” I said, pulling a paper free and starting to roll. My hands moved automatically, years of practice making the task feel as easy as breathing. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“For what?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

“For keeping this party going.” I finished rolling, licked the edge of the paper, and sealed the joint with a flourish. Smooth as hell. She’s gotta be impressed.

She leaned over, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me. “You’re way too proud of that little joint, Suguru.”

“And you’re way too interested,” I shot back, lighting it with a smirk.

Nanami groaned, standing up and dusting off his pants. “I’m going to skate before I get a second hand high from you two idiots.”

Y/N laughed again, and I couldn’t help but join in. She had this way of making everything feel lighter, even when I didn’t realize I’d been carrying weight. As the smoke curled into the air between us, I leaned back on my hands, feeling the tension in my chest ease just a little.

Yeah. Today’s a good day.

I took a long drag from the joint, the smoke swirling around my head as I leaned back against the pavement. Nanami, still working on getting the hang of his ollie, was shaking his head at us, a little bit of a smirk on his face. I passed the joint to Y/N, who was still lounging, her legs stretched out in front of her.

"Don't lie like that, you smoke with us all the time, bro," I said, giving Nanami a pointed look. Honestly, I don’t know why I even care. It’s just Nanami.

He rolled his eyes, his expression almost too nonchalant for my liking. "Yah, whatever," he muttered, adjusting his stance on the board.

I turned back to Y/N, who was still fiddling with the joint, trying to get it just right, and couldn't help but laugh. "No offense, love," Nanami said, shooting her a grin, "but you roll like shit."

My heart stopped, just for a second, the words sinking into my chest before I could register what he had said. Love? Did he just call her... love?

Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She just smirked back, letting out a soft laugh. "I’ll have you know, my joints get the job done, alright?" she replied, rolling her eyes.

But it wasn’t her response that had my brain short-circuiting. It was Nanami’s use of the word love—casual as ever, like it didn’t mean anything at all. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Was I imagining things? Did Nanami just slip up?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nanami glance at me, a knowing look crossing his face, like he was aware of the thoughts racing through my head. Oh, he definitely knows. He’s been watching me like a hawk.

His lips curled into a smirk as he met my gaze. "Get a grip, Suguru," he said, his tone light but carrying that undertone that made me feel like I’d just been called out.

I swallowed hard, my brain scrambling to catch up. "I’m good," I said, forcing a casual tone, but my voice came out rougher than I intended. Was that jealousy? Nah, I’m just overthinking it. He didn’t mean it like that.

But deep down, a tiny part of me knew that Nanami wasn’t just calling her “love” out of habit. He’d never done that with anyone else. Damn.

Y/N didn’t seem to notice the silent tension hanging between us, still working on her joint as if nothing had happened. She passed it to me without a second thought, and I took it, trying to push the thoughts out of my head.

I tried to focus on her, on the way the sun made her skin glow, on the way her braids framed her face. She’s here with me, Suguru. Don’t be a damn fool.

But the word love echoed in my mind, over and over, making everything feel a little heavier than it had before.

I took another hit, the smoke filling my lungs as I watched Y/N struggle with the joint, trying to get it just right. I could tell she was frustrated, and for a moment, it was almost cute how she focused on it like it was the most important thing in the world. She’s got her own style, always trying to make it perfect. I kinda like that about her.

But Nanami, ever the perfectionist, couldn’t let it slide. He reached over, snatched the joint from her hand, and expertly fixed it before handing it back to her. Dammit, Nanami. Always showing off.

Y/N smiled, the glow of satisfaction in her eyes as she lit it up, taking a slow drag. Then, she shot me a quick smile that made my chest tighten, and I couldn't help but return it.

But then, without another word, she grabbed her board and skated off, leaving me and Nanami to exchange glances. No one tells me anything. She just leaves?

Kento, always the observant one, didn’t waste any time calling me out. He smirked, taking a long drag from the joint before exhaling slowly. "First, could you be any more obvious?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me, as if the answer wasn’t written all over my face.

I exhaled, blowing out the smoke in a lazy ring. This fucking guy. "You’re imagining things," I muttered, trying to deflect it, but Kento didn’t drop it. He leaned back, watching me with that knowing, almost amused expression.

"You wanna ask, or should I just answer for you?" He smirked, his voice low, almost taunting. "Better yet, let me save you the trouble... I’m not interested in Y/N like that."

For a second, the words didn't register. What? What the hell does that mean?

I glanced at Nanami, who was too busy watching Kento’s every move to notice my confusion. His expression wasn’t as readable as usual—he was somewhere between intrigued and defensive. I stayed quiet, the weight of his words lingering like a bad taste in my mouth. I didn’t want to react too fast, but damn if it didn’t twist something inside me.

Kento gave a half-shrug and passed me the joint, his eyes not leaving mine. Fuck, am I supposed to believe that?

I took it, fingers tight around it, but my mind was elsewhere. I wanted to believe him, but something about the way he said it didn’t sit right with me. I need to keep my cool. Don’t let this shit get to you.

As I passed the joint back to Nanami, I couldn’t help but feel a little… unsettled. Am I really that obvious? And if I am... what does it even matter?

Kento’s voice cut through the haze, sharp as ever. "You gonna do something or keep staring at her like a lovesick weirdo?" His smirk was there, playful and biting, but it hit a little too close to home.

I let out a sigh, the weight of his words sinking in. Fuck, why does it feel like everything is a joke to him?

I didn’t want to bare my heart out like that, not here, not now. There was too much I hadn’t figured out yet, too much that felt... complicated. So instead, I said nothing, just took another hit off the joint, letting the smoke cloud my mind for a moment longer. I didn’t want to face it. I didn’t want to deal with it.

But Nanami wasn’t as subtle. He shot a glance at me, his eyes narrowing as if reading something I hadn’t said out loud. "I can see this becoming a problem for the foreseeable future," he said, his voice flat, almost like a warning.

I turned my head slowly to meet his gaze, and for a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. Nanami’s not one to speak unless he means it. Is he serious?

It wasn’t like he was wrong, though. I’d been skirting around the issue with Y/N, with how I felt about her, but every time I got close to figuring it out, I backed away. She’s not mine to claim, not like that. And yet… here I am, acting like she is.

Kento took a drag from the joint, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me. "You’re making this harder on yourself," he said, almost in a tone of amusement, but there was a hint of something else there, something like concern. Is he... trying to help me? Or is he just fucking with me?

I leaned back against the edge of the skate ramp, the cool air biting at my skin, trying to focus. The only thing I could hear now was the thrum of my own thoughts and Nanami’s heavy silence next to me.

I shouldn’t have let this get to me. Y/N’s just a friend, right? Why am I even overthinking this?

But as I glanced toward the park, where Y/N was skating with that effortless grace, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Nanami might be right. This was gonna be a problem. But I’ll deal with it... eventually.

I lay in bed now, phone still in my hand, and I can’t help but chuckle at how true Kento’s words were back then. “I can see this becoming a problem for the foreseeable future.” Hell, he was right, wasn't he? I’d been trying to deny it for so long, pushing the thoughts of Y/N away when I knew damn well what was happening. But the truth is, I’m just as much of a lovesick idiot now as I was back then.

I glance at my phone again, scrolling through old photos from that day at the park. Y/N laughing, her braids flying behind her as she skated past, the sunlight catching her skin in the most beautiful way. I let out a sigh, smiling to myself despite everything. Why does this have to be so complicated? Why does she have to be so... her?

I remember how she made me feel back then, so damn confused but so alive. She was just being herself—fun, carefree, bold—but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. And that’s the problem, isn’t it, Suguru? You never knew how to just keep it casual with her.

The screen lights up with a notification from her—just a message, nothing big. My thumb hovers over it, but I hesitate. Should I even open it? Is it a bad idea to keep this... whatever this is... going?

I chuckle again, bitter this time. Like I’ve ever been good at making decisions.

I think back to that day, Nanami’s words echoing in my mind. “Are you gonna do something, or keep staring at her like a lovesick weirdo?” How many times have I been caught in that exact situation since then?

Another message from her pings, and this time, I tap the screen without thinking.

"Hey, Suguru... you good?"

I stare at the message for a long moment, letting the words sink in. Damn it, I should be better at this. She deserves someone who knows what they want, not someone who’s stuck in their own damn head all the time.

I roll over onto my back, the weight of everything pressing on me. This thing between us? It’s a mess. But hell, maybe I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The sudden buzz of my phone makes me jump, and I glance at the screen to see Gojo’s name lighting up. I let out a frustrated breath before answering, knowing exactly what kind of conversation this is going to be.

"Suguru! Man, I need your help," Gojo’s voice practically bursts through the phone. I can hear the excitement in his tone, but it doesn’t ease the knot in my stomach. "Tell me everything you know about Y/N. Favorite food, places she likes, what’s her favorite color? Anything! I want this date to be perfect."

I exhale slowly, holding the phone to my ear, trying to calm myself. This is what I signed up for, right? You knew this would happen sooner or later.

I feel this weird pang in my chest as I respond, trying to keep my voice steady. "She’s got a thing for spicy food. Her favorite is Jamaican jerk chicken, but she also loves Italian food. As for colors, she’s all about deep earthy tones—forest greens, rich browns, and golds."

I pause, biting my lip. God, why does it hurt to say that? Why does it feel like I’m giving him the most intimate parts of her?

Gojo doesn’t notice my silence, though. He’s too busy scribbling notes or whatever he does when he’s excited. "Hell yeah, man, that’s perfect. I gotta get everything right. Can’t mess this up."

I take a deep breath, my heart heavy. "Why are you asking me all this? She just texted you, didn’t she? Agreed to go on a date with you?"

He laughs, but it’s more nervous than anything. "Yeah, she did. But I wanna make sure I’m doing this right. I’m not exactly the ‘romantic’ type, you know?" His voice drops a bit as he adds, "I just wanna make her feel special."

I want to be happy for him. He’s my best friend, after all. I should be excited that he’s finally stepping up, that maybe something real is happening between him and Y/N. But the truth is, there’s a part of me that’s... not happy at all.

I push the feeling down, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. "You’re gonna do fine. You’re Gojo Satoru, man. There’s no way she won’t be into it."

He doesn’t hear the hesitation in my voice, thankfully, and continues rambling about plans for the date. But in the back of my mind, I’m still wrestling with the emotions swirling inside me. I want Y/N to be happy, to be with someone who deserves her, but... is that really him?

I swallow hard and force myself to focus. "Is that all? You got everything you need?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think that’s enough for now. You’re the best, Suguru." He pauses, sounding a little more serious. "I know this is weird, man, but I really appreciate you helping me out."

I want to laugh it off, but instead, I just say, "Don’t mention it."

I hang up without another word, my thoughts racing. I want to be supportive of Gojo. I really do. He’s my best friend. But damn it, the thought of him going on a date with her? It stings more than I thought it would.

I stare at the ceiling for a while, my mind a mess of conflicting feelings. Why does it feel like I’m losing something? She was never mine to begin with.

I grab my phone again and look at her last message, wondering if I can just push all this down and be the friend she needs me to be. I’ll figure this out... I have to. For her.

I lean back against the pillows, the weight of my phone in my hand making my chest tighten. I glance at the screen again, seeing her name pop up in my messages, but I don’t open it right away. She used to be mine. In a way.

The memory hits me—those late nights when it was just the two of us, no commitments, no expectations. Just... whatever we wanted to be. The way her laughter would fill up the room, the warmth of her touch, and the way her body would fit perfectly against mine, like it was always meant to be that way.

But I ended it. I called it off. Ten months ago now. I was the one who pulled away, who cut the cord, even though I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. Not really. I wasn’t ready for it. I couldn’t handle it, not then.

I’d never told her the real reason—how much it hurt to see her with other people, even if it was just casual. How it felt like I was barely holding myself together when she’d smile at me like nothing was wrong. How much I wished I could just tell her the truth—that I was falling for her, and I was terrified of how much it was consuming me.

So, I just stopped. Stopped texting as much, stopped showing up uninvited, and slowly pulled myself out of her life the way I always knew I would.

But then, there’s the tattoo. Her name, right under my heart. A constant reminder that I’ll never be able to forget her, no matter how much time passes. It was a stupid decision. A rash thing I did without thinking, but it’s there now. Forever. It’s a part of me.

I rub the tattoo absentmindedly, wondering if she even remembers it. How could she forget? She’s the one who suggested we get them, after all. Matching tattoos, like we were a pair. I want to laugh, but it comes out hollow.

And now Gojo... I just have to let him have her, don’t I?

I close my eyes, trying to suppress the feeling in my chest. She deserves to be happy. She deserves to be with someone who isn’t as messed up as I am.

The sound of Gojo’s voice echoing in my head doesn't help. "Tell me everything, Suguru. I want to make this perfect." I can't help but feel like I’m just giving him all the pieces of something that should’ve been mine.

But maybe that’s what I’m supposed to do now. Maybe I’m supposed to help him, to push through this, even if it kills me.

I let out a long sigh and stare at the ceiling again, letting the silence of the room swallow me whole. It’s a strange feeling, knowing something is slipping through your fingers and having no choice but to let it go.

But damn, it still hurts.

I hear the front door creak open, then the sound of it closing, followed by soft footsteps down the hall. I don’t need to look up to know who it is. Kento.

Sure enough, the door to my room swings open, and there he is, standing in the doorway, looking at me like he’s already figured everything out. His sharp gaze catches me, and without missing a beat, he says, “Next time... remove your spare key from where you keep it.”

I blink at him, not even bothering to hide my surprise. “You’re just gonna walk in like that?”

He doesn’t answer. He just stares at me for a second before the tension breaks with a casual exhale. “How long ago was it?” He asks, his tone cool, but the question feels loaded. I know exactly what he’s asking, and I don’t want to answer, but I do anyway.

“Ten months,” I reply, my voice flat, though it’s hard to hide the bitterness that’s crept into my chest. Ten months since I pulled away from her. Since I made the decision to stop everything before it got even worse.

Kento doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just gives me this look, like he’s trying to piece something together. “Okay,” he says, dragging out the word. “Now, how long has it really been, Suguru? Truthfully.”

I can’t stop myself from groaning, dropping my head back against the pillow in frustration. “You’re making her sound terrible, Ken,” I mutter, closing my eyes.

He crosses his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. “I’m not making her sound anything. I’m asking you, because I sure as hell know how you are when it comes to her.” His voice is low, but the underlying challenge in it is clear.

I feel my chest tighten. He’s not wrong, and that’s what pisses me off the most. He’s right. I’m still running. Every time she texts or calls, there’s a part of me that wants to drop everything and go to her, to be there the way I used to. But I can't. Not now, not after everything I’ve already put her through.

“Does it matter?” I ask, my voice suddenly quieter than I want it to be. “I told you, I’m done. It’s been ten months.”

Kento doesn’t respond right away. He just stares at me, like he’s trying to read through all the shit I’ve buried. “Yeah, well... I’m not so sure you are.” He lets out a sharp exhale, then stands up straight, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Anyway, Shoko’s downstairs. Get your shit together, man. You’re better than this.”

I don’t say anything as he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. What’s worse—running back to her when I know it’ll just make things worse, or letting her go for good, even though every part of me is screaming not to?

I pick up my phone, looking at her name again, but I don’t answer. I can’t. Not yet.

I get off the bed, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the weight of Kento’s words. The familiar thrum of frustration pulses through me. But as I move toward the door, I catch Kento's gaze. His eyes narrow, scanning my chest, and I freeze.

“You still haven’t gotten that covered up.” He says it like a statement, but there’s an edge of disbelief in his voice, like he can’t fathom why I’d still keep it.

I glance down at the tattoo, her name right under my heart. Her name. It's like a constant reminder, a mark I can never really erase. No matter how much I try to distance myself, that damn tattoo will always be there.

“It’s been almost eight years, Suguru,” Kento continues, his voice softer now, almost tired. “How long are you gonna keep doing this to yourself?”

I don’t answer him immediately. How can I? He’s right. It’s been a long time. Eight years of highs and lows, moments I can never forget. But the tattoo? That’s a whole other story.

I keep walking, but Kento isn’t done. He steps forward, crossing his arms. “Satoeru just met her tonight, and she’s already more serious with him than she ever was with you. You see that, right?” His voice has this frustrating edge, like he's trying to break through the walls I’ve built around myself.

I feel my stomach churn, my jaw tightening. Yeah, I saw it. I saw the way she looked at him. The way they talked, the way she smiled at him. It was like everything we used to have was... gone.

He sighs, shaking his head. “Y/N is our friend. She’s not terrible, Suguru. But when this shit blows up... the way you’re acting now? It’s going to hurt her. You’ve gotta get a grip, man.”

I swallow, the knot in my throat tightens, but I don’t say anything back. Kento’s right. He’s always been the more logical one, the one who can see things I can’t. But this... this is different. She’s different. And I can’t just turn my feelings off.

Kento lets out another exhale, softer this time. “We have practice tomorrow. Don’t bring this shit into the band, alright?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Instead, I walk past him, grabbing my hoodie off the back of the chair. He watches me, but I don’t make eye contact. I can feel the weight of his gaze, but I know he’s right. I just don’t know how to fix any of it.

How long can I keep running from this?

But for now, I push it all back down, stuffing it somewhere deep inside where I don’t have to think about it. Tomorrow’s another day. Another day closer to pretending this doesn’t hurt.

I head downstairs, trying to shake off the tension in my chest, but the moment I step into the kitchen, I hear Shoko’s voice from the fridge.

"Damn, you eat good over here," she says, pulling open the door and eyeing the contents. "I might need to come over more often."

I roll my eyes and reach for a bottle of water, trying to ignore her. I don’t feel like entertaining her today, not after everything. But then she hits me with it, the thing I’ve been trying to avoid.

"So, are you gonna spill me the tea on you and Y/N, or am I gonna have to drill Kento for it?"

I freeze mid-sip, the water almost spilling out of my mouth. Shoko knows?

I set the bottle down, trying to act nonchalant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Shoko raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “First, you’re friends with Y/N—the designer. A thing only you and Kento seem to know. Blondie over there told me you three went to university together in England too, so there’s that." She pauses, walking over to lean against the counter, her arms crossed. "And then the way you were acting when Satoru was all over her? Yeah, I want the tea now."

My heart skips a beat, my jaw tightening. She really caught that? How could she not? The way I’ve been acting... it’s so obvious, even to someone like Shoko.

I turn toward her, my hands resting on the counter, trying to keep my cool. “What do you want me to say, Shoko? Y/N’s been a part of my life for a long time. We used to... be close.” I almost choke on the words, feeling the weight of them. "But things changed. She... she's doing her thing now, and I'm just... trying to figure it out."

Shoko doesn't miss a beat, her eyes narrowing as she studies me. “You don’t have to play it off, Suguru. I can see it. I know you’re still into her, even if you’re trying to act like you’re not. But you’ve gotta realize that it’s not just about you anymore. Satoru’s in the picture now, and if you keep acting like this, you’re gonna push her away for good.”

I look away, running a hand through my hair. I don’t need this right now.

Shoko’s right, though. I can feel it. The way my chest tightens every time I see Satoru getting close to her, the way I can’t stop thinking about everything that’s happened between us. But it’s not just about me anymore.

“I’m not trying to mess things up, okay? I just—” I stop myself, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know what to do.”

She smirks, clearly not buying it. “Well, you’ve got to figure it out fast. Otherwise, you’re gonna find yourself on the outside looking in while Satoru moves in on your girl.”

I grimace, the idea of that hitting too close to home. "I’m not... I’m not going to do anything stupid, okay? Just... leave it alone for now."

Shoko raises her hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you." She turns back to the fridge and grabs some leftovers. “I’ll be over more often, though. Gotta see if I can snatch some of your good food when you’re not around. "I try to shake off the tension, but I know it’s not going to be that easy. It never is.

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Death Do Us Part Not

The types of immortal lovers they are in your every reincarnation

Ft. Dainsleif, Scaramouche, Zhongli

Dainsleif:

The one who pursues you in every lifetime

The most painful part of each century was watching you succumb to your feeble mortality as you withered away before him

But it was never enough closure for him to give up on you

So he searched for you every time you left him, all alone in the forsaken world he roamed

And every time, he'd find you, approaching you with that same longing hesitance

Be it as a friend or lover, he was there for you in every lifetime, because to him, there was no one else

He's always been patient, after all

Ever your loyal knight, he stays true to his chivalry until the very end

You in all your lives will never know peril or anguish from the moment you're within his reach

You look exhausted, he thinks. Yet even that does nothing to dull your appeal to him. He still thinks you're worth every risk, and every sacrifice.

"No matter how far you may be, I will find you. And I will return to you, whether you recall me enough to miss me or not, for only by your side may my heart rest at ease. Such is my yearning for you, and thus for you am I this hopeless, lovesick fool."

Scaramouche:

The one you keep bumping into, so much so that it has to be fate

He's crafty, and he knows better than to press for your affection lest he end up pushing you away

So he waits

He always finds you because of course he does, he's drawn to you, inexplicably, helplessly, and unconsciously

Yet every time, he plays the waiting game, slowly inserting himself into your life

He knows he has to appear in your dreams by this point, every encounter feeling like deja vu to you

Inevitably, you find yourself attached

He worms his way into your life as though he was always meant to be there

And frankly, you believe he is

Scara feels nothing but contentment as he strokes your hair, knowing his schemes had succeeded once again in pulling you to him. He seems too perfect to be real, so familiar with your preferences, so ideally catered to your type that it's hard to believe he's yours.

"Would you believe me if I said I exist for you?" he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. "The sun knows no splendour like your smile, and the oceans know no torrent like the warring storms you wage in my soul. So believe me, even if only in this moment, as the stars align in your grace and freeze my breath with the chill if the night air. Let my tongue feel heavy like lead unless it is to whisper sweet adoration to you...and may you trust in it, that I only speak my truth."

Zhongli:

The one you always end up falling with in the end

There is not a doubt in his mind that you are the only one for him

Yet he could never quite bring himself to say the same for you

If he thought you'd live a happier life without him, he's more than ready to support you from the shadows without you even knowing he existed

Even if it meant seeing you with someone else

But at the end of the day, there's only so much he can manage to do without your knowledge

From the moment your eyes meet, he knows he's done for; he's falling in an endless spiral and can't bring himself to let you go

"Please, be happy," he whispers to you with his hands on your shoulders, his gaze beseeching you. With a ghost of a kiss on your forehead - one you're not even sure made contact - he disappears.

Just like that you're left to ponder if he was a mirage. Yet the memory of him feels too real, his image in your mind's eye far too vivid, even in memories you swear you've never experienced, but are undeniably yours.

"I'll await your return," he says in your memory. "And I will continue to cherish the thought of you then, to crave your phantom touches until you replace them with your presence."

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Prisoner pt.3

König x reader.

I tried to write this one as if it was just memories, every dialogue between those «» are different moments, I hope you can try to imagine it in the same way I did. I hurt my own feelings on the way, Remember every ❤️ is important to me, thank you!.

Warning: I hope none, maybe violence but nothing serious. Grammatical and spelling errors, also a translator was used for the German phrases.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Time passed and as you promised, you did your best, you trained hard, you fit in KorTac perfectly, also you won König's trust, both became good friends after you saved him during a mission.

You were controlling a drone, while König was laying on the floor using the sniper, suddenly you heard someone approaching, you didn't hesitate to attack, König just looked at you and said a simple «well done schatz» and continued, for someone else it could be unimportant but for you those words meant a lot.

Every mission helped you to get closer to him, but also you developed another kind of feeling, different to the Respect you had for your Colonel. Every time he was around you felt calm, you felt warm in your chest, every time he unconsciously touched your hand or your shoulder you felt electricity running through your body.

«Colonel are you too busy? Do you mind if I join you?» «Nein, take a seat...»

Every conversation was pretty much the same, You talking a lot, he was just answering, you already knew he is a man of few words.

«... And that's how you play and win in chess» «ja, I know how to play it, just don't like to risk too much in my movements.»

«König, if you have a queen to protect your king... Why wait until the last moment to use it.» «you can win without a queen.» «Jeder König braucht eine Königin (every king needs a queen)» «Where did you learn that?» «At school, duh, but I wasn't really good, Did I say it correctly?» «Ja, very good maus...»

«Did you already think about your new codename? I don't think Buitre is a good codename for someone like you.» « Someone like me? How should someone like me be called then?» «I don't know, you're spirited, strong, smart, attractive... Buitre doesn't fit you.» «Wait, Did you say I'm attractive?» «Wha...?Nein, you're annoying, see you later, alright?» «Alright, see you...»

That day he left quicker than ever, you were having a heart attack, you couldn't believe he said those things about you, mission after mission, you were more and more close, he never said nothing loudly but he enjoyed your company a lot, he was opening himself with you, talking about his dreams or his past.

«Ja, maybe one day I'll decide to retire, I will live in a small house in the countryside.» «i would love to see that, the legend, living in peace after years of hard work» «Sometimes I don't think I can leave... I know I like to be lonely, but to be alone is something I can't handle very well some days». You held his big hand and looked at him, At that moment you weren't sure about what you were doing, you were just leaving your heart to take control of your actions.

«You wouldn't be alone... Remember what I said to you before... Jeder König braucht eine Königin (every king needs a queen) and...since I'm annoying and attractive and also very very single, I wouldn't have any problem to spend the rest of my life with you, you're so far much more than what I always dreamt about...»

Your eyes were closed, at this point you were nervous, risking all the hard work to be around him, you still felt his hand on yours but he was in silence, you were ready to ask him to forgive you for such a comment when you heard something falling on the floor and suddenly his lips collided with yours. It was his mask on the floor, his lips on yours, you could feel a scar, you slowly put your hand on his muscular and big shoulder, and started to go further, his neck, his jaw, finally you touched his face. You didn't need to open your eyes, your hands were more than enough to picture his face on your mind, he was precious, the way he kissed you was soft at first, then it became more intense, the electricity running on your body changed for the feeling of burning, you were in flames, he was the fire you needed to leave your cold and dark past behind. After that evening, both found a new secret reason to fight and went back alive to the base, a secret because no one else but you knew what you had.

«Ich bin dein und du bist mein (I'm yours and you are mine)» König whispered in your ear before sleep, every night and before every mission when nobody was looking at. Life was good and kind for both, giving you the chance to experience how the happiness felt.

But, as with everything, the light needs the dark, the sun needs the moon, the good needs the bad, every beginning needs an end.

It was during a mission. All the team was surrounded by more and more enemies, König was being an amazing leader, guiding everybody to the exit, shouting orders without losing the calm, too focused on saving everyone, letting down his guard just for a second.

That second was enough to end with every possibility of a happy ending. A man was pointing at König, he didn't notice it, but you did, you didn't think about anything else, you did what you needed to protect the person you loved. Jumped just in time to push König aside and make him turn around, but the bullet got you, you fell on the cold ground while könig broke the enemy's head with a quick movement using his weight and a huge hammer in his favor.

- Y/N!

He took you In his arms and ran, you were losing a lot of blood and the pain was getting worse, you resisted until the helicopter landed for all of you. But the pain and the blood were winning the battle. You knew it, you wouldn't make it. You pulled off your dog tag necklace and put it on König's hand.

- NEIN! Look at me y/n! You can't die here!

- I'm sorry my love...

- No, Nein, we have a lot to do, remember? Y/n you said you would spend your life with me...

Everybody was in silence watching the scene, feeling useless and incapable of helping you, they were feeling as intruders In the intimacy of the painful moment.

- I'm getting cold, König would you hold me?

He didn't answer, his actions talked for him, he put you on his lap and held you tight, repeating over and over «Ich bin dein und du bist mein (I'm yours and you are mine)» his gloves and clothes were bathed In your blood, your vision was blurry, you started to close your eyes slowly, you could felt your heartbeat getting slow and quiet, you knew it was over. «Ich liebe dich, meine liebe, meine König...(I love you, my love, my king)» your last breath was accompanied by your last words.

König didn't look down at your body, his look was fixed on the metallic door in front of him, he was containing his rage, his sadness, all the emotional rollercoaster driving him crazy. When they landed, he didn't say anything, he walked with your body to the nursery, the medics didn't try to give CPR or something that could bring you back, they started the protocols for the death.

Three days later, König signed the documents of the autopsy, cremation and another document with your new name and codename, he surprised himself when he read the new codename you chose.

Ex prisoner 505.

Old name: (y/n) (l/n) Old codename: Buitre 6-1.

Reason of imprisonment: War crimes (not specified), murders, torture, undisciplined, deserter (prisoner left his position after committing the aforementioned crimes, was captured and executed).

This prisoner was reported as 'killed in action' before the corresponding authorities, therefore, it does not exist in the system anymore, No more information available.

New identity.

New Name: _____ New Codename: Königin

date of birth: __/__/____ date of death:__/__/____

Cause of death: killed in action. (Y/n)(L/n) died saving the colonel of the team, receiving a bullet directly in the liver, died during the trip to the base, was taken to the nursery by the colonel, the hour of the death was at 18:00 hours, every protocol was attended by the medics of the base. Königin, died with bravery and honor and that is how will be remember.

König cried and sobbed in his office, why did you do that? This shouldn't be happening, both deserved more, this love deserved more, you were too young, a lot of thoughts invaded his mind when something interrupted those dark thoughts, the dog tag, YOUR dog tag necklace, he started to look for it In every pocket until he found it «Buitre 6-1», he put it back where he found it and someone knocking at his door disturbed him. A young soldier, he was carrying a box with your name written on it. König looked at him with cold eyes, took the box and closed the door at the poor soldier's face. He started to look at everything, it wasn't much, a small bottle of perfume, some clothes, a beer, files, cigarettes, bubblegum, candies, and a small paper envelope.

He was feeling guilty for spying on your stuff, but the curiosity was too much, he opened it delicately and found a small piece of metal, another dog tag and a note.

«Thank you for giving me my freedom, thank you for bringing adventures and warmth to my life. Ich liebe dich, meine liebe. You're mine and I'm yours.»

- Königin.

After that day, König started to use your necklace with your dog tags, he visited the place where he deposited your ashes and every time before leaving he kissed the small plate with your name and whispered «I'm still yours, meine Königin, until the day I die»

[th3b4dk1dzz]

Darkest Hour Map/Song Analysis and speculation

Let me preface that while I would have loved Sweet Dreams in the game, I absolutely respect the hell out of the monumental task this song would have been to create. To write a song for a preexisting dance has never been done before, so to make it sync with the scene transitions and the routine, capture the right energy, tell the story effectively, be the right time length exactly and to sound different enough from the original song, that sounds like an impossible task for anyone to complete, so full credit where credit is due.

What I will say is, what we do get in Darkest Hour that we didn't get in Sweet Dreams is a lot more specificity to the lyrics, which might enlighten us to what really happened to Leda. I want to pick certain moments and go into what the implications for what they might mean.

Spoilers Ahead

And keep in mind this will be a Long Post.

"I would play the game, Every hour through the night"

Now we know Leda is from our world. We know, like Sara, Just Dance is a game that became real to her. However, unlike Sara, she chose to stay there at the end of MOTD, so suddenly, she's in the game every hour through the night. It couldn't have been good for her in the long run. I think this twisted up her perception and clarity, making her more vulnerable to whatever happened to her.

What's interesting is that before the faces in the background take on Leda's visage, they are constructed using machinery and polygonal, much like how video games are a mix of machinery and coding, which shift to resemble her more.

"In the dark flow shadows, the mirror lies to me"

The mirror lying to her might allude to the large holographic versions of her own face, harmonising with her or this giant visage of herself as the perfect ballerina. These being potentially the siren whispers she mentioned, luring her to ruin. However, it could also refer to her illusory powers, most likely granted to her from the dark flow. Using this power to first, trick Wanderlust at the end of Canned Heat and then to trick Sara in YSMIAC.

But if we want to look at specific instances of mirrors lying, then look no further than Jack's maps. First in LOOH, we see these mirrors showing Night Swan, instead of himself reflected back in the verses. Then, in Treasure, we see these versions of Jack as the perfect performer (much like Leda saw of herself) coming out of the mirrors. It should be worth mentioning that Treasure itself takes place in a reflection cast into a pool of water.

"I Traded in my Dreams"

Now, this is interesting. This means being Night Swan wasn't Leda's Dream at all. We've been led to believe that she wanted to be Night Swan, that's what she wants to be. But everything in this map suggests she is not in control and was corrupted much like the coaches under her control.

In the section where the smoke see Leda clutching her head, much like Sara does in YSMIAC while she is fighting off the thrall of the Dark Flow. Much like Night Sara was able to corrupt the other Just Dancers with her own newfound dark flow in Swan Lake, while being corrupted herself.

Maybe Leda was corrupted and used that to corruption on her minions in herself. Almost as if this Dark Flow is spreading, adapting, and evolving throughout the Danceverses, and Leda was just patient 0.

As we see in the first verse for Treasure it looks like the mirror room is in some kind of guilded cage, and the pool which the Ilusion is cast into turns gold. As we zoom out of her eye at the end of the map, it turns gold. Is Leda in a guilded cage of her own, inside her own mind?

So, who corrupted Leda?

Someone acting on The Traveller's Interests/Public Image

I don't think The Traveller would have actively harmed Leda. Also, if you want to keep a past relationship a secret, turning her into an evil magic warlord is certainly not the most discreet cover up.

We know that from when Night Swan took over the JD Twitter account in the run up to JD24, Wanderlust is referred to the 'the son of gods'. Note the plural 'Gods', not just one. So The Traveller is a God confirmed. And if there's one thing I 've gathered about the structure of Deities within the Danceverses is they have a lot of stupid rules that don't help anyone.

I could go into a deep tangent on how the political system for the Deitys seems like a hot mess. And one day, I will (believe me, I will).

So The Traveller becomes a God, and someone else essentially decides to clean up his image, including getting rid of a mortal he brought through, who won't leave. Again, I think creating an evil witch trying to take over the Danceverses isn't the best way to sweep someone under the rug, I think, maybe, someone led her to the scariest, most abandoned part of Cygnus to scare her away and try to make her go home. What happened next was not what the Gods intended.

So, which Deity would be high ranking enough enact a cleanup act of another Deity's reputation and has an association, with mirrors and reflections? Belacus, P2 from Woman.

Her headdress has a large disc that looks a lot like a mirror, much like P3 Derkes, is a fire goddess, Belacus has a lot of motifs associated with water, the fishscale teardrop in the middle of her torso, the wave-like tattoos on her chest and water can be attributed Night Swan (The pool of water in Treasure, Swan Lake, Night Swan taking to the boat at the end of DWTS). And working directly under Selios, perhaps the most powerful Deity we know of to date, she would definitely want the rest of the pantheon to her personal standards. Also, Belacus wears a lot of blue, which is also the Traveller's signature colour.

Another Villain from Eternyx

Leda says in Darkest Hour that she was haunted by the dream. Which villain do we know ca haunt dreams and is associated with Eternyx? Cthylla! We see her haunting Scotty's dream in Cradles, and also her Avatar quote, "When you sleep, I'll be there in your dreams"

The map for Darkest Hour is also filled with this pink smoke, which looks to be the same shade of pink that Cthylla is. Again, tying it to the water motif, We see her emerging from the water in the teaser for BS&V (and the real Lovecraftian mythos Cthylla, who the game version is based on, was a water dwelling deity). Also, when do most people dream? At Night.

What do we see in the sky in both Treasure and Cradles has pink clouds in the distance, while in the last chorus of Treasure, there is a large image of perfect Jack in the centre, not on the screens, but transparent like the image of Ballerina Leda when she's on the rooftops.

Also, the second verse and bridge of Treasure seems to take place in some kind of industrial part of Eternyx. Maybe the abandoned factory?

TL:DR: Leda was tricked by Belacus, working on Selios' behalf, into entering the 'abandoned' factory in Darkest Hour with the intent of scaring her into going back to Earth. However, while there, she was corrupted by Cthylla, her warped perception of reality, making her easy to control. Now possessed by the Dark Flow, she can corrupt others by proxy.

Sorry this was so long, and if it doesn't make any sense,but I thought it was interesting, That this map left so many unanswered questions, about what really went down.

[dreamofjoys]

Image popped into my head of Overblot!Malleus taking the sleeping F!MC, enchanting her into an Aurora-like dress and placing her in his room, him sitting on the bed while caressing her face and filling her dreams with such sweet dreams of them together, so she’ll never leave him and he can keep her happy while asleep. Think we could elaborate on that imagery?

— a/n: i actually had a similar idea like this in my drafts and i wanted to make it 18+ HAHAHA but since someone requested it, i will make it sfw hehe

— cw: female reader, spoilers for chapter 7(this was written before part 3 came out), malleus and reader have a crush on each other but they are not in a relationship, malleus overblots, he's a little yandere but it's only cuz of his overblotting, slight manipulation, a little angst, mentions of starting a family, sleeping in a dream, he makes you sleep everytime

ending was inspired by this tiktok video

an unfamiliar feeling aroused in malleus’s chest when you told him that there might be a way to go back to your own world. “hm, it could be possible that the mirror is connected to the other world.” you cheered in joy upon hearing malleus's words, failing to notice a hint of darkness in his tone.

that night, malleus returns back to his room, a bitter taste was left in his mouth as he recalls bidding you goodnight with a smile on his face despite feeling the opposite.

it's like that time again, it's like the thorns of briar valley are squeezing my heart. i don't want her to leave. i don't want lilia to leave. i don't want to be alone. i don't want to be forgotten-

the rain pours heavily, the cries of thunder and lightning shook diasomnia as the dark fae wallows in his room. a sinister idea appeared in his mind, but he debated using it, thinking that it wouldn't do well.

it wasn't until silver tearfully confessed to him that he did not want lilia to leave. that was the final straw for malleus before he overblots, finally succumbing to the darkness and his desires.

-

you flung open the entrance of ramshackle dorm, not bothering to close it as you rushed to diasomnia to attend lilia's farewell party. you had fell asleep on the couch, totally forgotten that today was lilia's last school of school. you could only hope that the old man wasn't too mad about you being late to his party.

as you stepped into diasomnia's territory, a chill ran down your spine as you noticed that the thorns were spreading, enveloping the sky and everything that it touches. you shrieked, thinking that it was going to attack you. however, the thorns maintained an arm distance from you. somehow, it managed to form a pathway that leads to the entrance of diasomnia.

was this part of the party's decoration? you thought, shrugging off the voice in your head that was telling you to run as you made your way to the entrance.

you stood in front of the double doors, hand pressing down at the door handle as the ominous feeling starts getting stronger and stronger. but that's just diasomnia, right? it has a gloomy and depressing atmosphere. you were so sure that lilia was going to pop out from somewhere and scare the living hell out of you once you open the door. however, the sight that greeted you was far from what you had expected.

the thorns formed a coffin shape, protecting whoever that was inside from harm. was that lilia, silver and sebek sleeping? but why? is this a prank?

you glance nervously around the surroundings, taking a step forward to wake up lilia, the main character of the day. this atmosphere is tensed, you didn't like it. it feels like something is caging you, ready to swallow you all. but most important of all, why does this feels so familiar?

"child of men, you are here." a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts as you whipped your body to the source, instantly wishing that you had never done so.

standing in front of you was malleus in his elegant form. elegant would have been the correct word if there wasn't any ink dripping around him. his left eye was engulfed in bright green flames. his horns were glowing with bright green stripes, just like his tail.

"is this your costume for the party?" you joked, trying to convince that this isn't real, trying to pretend that your crush did not just overblot, trying to tell yourself that everything it's okay, even though it's not. because you have 0 chance against malleus.

"oh my dear, i can assure you that it's not." you shivered at the pet name that he gives you. it was suppose to be romantic, but you can't help but feel that he has other intention towards you.

you didn't even notice that he was standing in front of you until his thumb and finger grasp on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. it was then reality finally came crushing down on you as you realised that he had indeed overblot. you were too familiar with the tension around you, something that you could only feel whenever someone overblots. you had these experienced 6 times, the 7th time would still be the same.

panicking, you reached out to cup both of his cheeks with your hands. "please malleus, stop all of these. we can talk things out- just stop using your magic okay? please come back to me." malleus pays no attention to your words. the hand that was grasping onto your chin slowly travels up, caressing your lips that were wobbling before wiping off the tears that were cascading down your eyes. his free hand rest on your back, pulling you into his embrace as he attempts to calm you down.

even when malleus has lost his sanity, he still puts your happiness and comfort above everything else.

"are you scared? don't worry, i will make things right. you will never have to feel all this emotions again. sadness, anger, loneliness, you will never have to experience them again. all you will feel is happiness." he rest his forehead on yours, bright green eyes staring into yours.

"sweet dreams, my love."

before you could ask him what he mean, a wave of drowsiness hits you, causing you to struggle to stand up. malleus instantly swoops you up in a bridal style, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead as he watches you lose the battle with his magic, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

he carries you into his room, gently placing you on his bed, fingers snapping to change your clothes out to a simple white princess dress before tucking you in with those expensive silky blanket. he opts to sit beside you, caressing your face lovingly as he takes in your sleeping form. even when you are sleeping, you look ethereal to him.

the steady rhythm of your heartbeat sparks joy in malleus. it's a reminder that you are here beside him, forever.

-

you were sitting in front of your lover, back leaning against his chest. his tone arms encases you in his embrace as he holds out a book, reading to you about the story of sleeping beauty.

the idea of being cursed to sleep at the young age of 16 had struck something foreign inside you. what was the word to describe this feeling again? for as long as you know, you have only been able to experience happiness. whatever that was not related to it. it's just not there.

"love, what are you thinking about hm?" malleus rest his chin on top of your head, eyes peering down to stare at your expression.

"home." the answer came out so sudden that it shocked the both of you. what were you saying? isn't your home with malleus? "should we start a family?" you added, thinking that it's time to progress your relationship with malleus.

"anything for you." with a snap of his finger, the book in his hands disappeared. he hugs you tightly, burrowing his nose to etch the smell of you into his brain. you thought that malleus was just being clingy, so you giggled and snuggled further into his embrace, failing to notice the dark gleam in his eyes that was glowing with bright green.

"but first, you should sleep for awhile. you haven't been sleeping well lately yes?" malleus suggested, covering your eyes with his big hand as he started humming out a familiar tune.

"hmmm? i guess so..." just like that, he manage to lull you back into sleep again.

malleus will keep you happy by his side, even if it means pouring more of his magic into you so that you can't forget about everything and everyone, except him.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

An alternate dream take of what Eclipse could have done with the Star

I had a pretty weird dream that was spawned on by a bout of "not-feeling-well" (no fever, just general sinus headache and fatigue)

But this dream gave a pretty alternate scenario and what I think they should have done when Eclipse had the star in tsams.

Eclipse basically gained the star, and took over. He wiped Lunar's, Sun and Moon's memories, and kept them as a pets/slaves, along with Solar.

However, Solar never had their memory wiped. My brain didn't give me a reason for this. But as far as I can figure, the most Eclipse reason is that "You're an Eclipse, you remind me so much of myself." Again, it's another case of companionship, and a case of that SOMEONE needs to Acknowledge what Eclipse is doing and look how bad he's being. And who can better understand him then himself? (well, a version of himself)

Solar meanwhile is playing the long game, and is loyal to Eclipse for now...

But Solar slowly was trying to awaken Lunar's memories, make him realize all the abuse and pain he's put him and his "brothers" through. But Lunar's memories never awaken. But Lunar ends up fighting against Eclipse anyway, cause Eclipse was mean, and the alternate scenario Solar was preposing sounded better. So he'll fight for that. Also Solar played with and engaged with Lunar in a way Eclipse never did. So he liked that one better. (like my dream has this image of Lunar and Solar laughing and throwing a goose around while Eclipse is just pissy and annoyed with those two but not doing anything cus they're still loyal to him techinically)

Also, in this preposed dream scenario:

Moon not having memories actually works to his benefit here. Cause he can just rewrite them if this is all he knows. Who's to say "the sun and moon show" is nothing but lies and propaganda? Especially if Eclipse got to Moon before he had a chance to watch that Show first.

Moon thus being the hardest to convince, the most loyal to Eclipse and the major threat once Solar and Lunar start opposing.

Sun found out the truth awhile ago cus Eclipse's power on the star is loosening. As Eclipse weakening from the Star power he's using is still a thing. But Sun's scared to go against Eclipse and doesn't want to lose what little of his brother he feels he has, and is convinced wiping Moons memories was part of Eclipses plan since Sun in this au wouldn't have gotten the message that OG Moon left before Eclipse starts fucking shit up. (Moon losing his memories was still a result of KC wanting to be his own person, and KC is trying to build his own body with the help of the AI with no one knowing he's around. Because he wants to stop his son and get things under control)

I actually think if the show dynamic changed like this for a month, it would have been a fresh take, especially since in multiple realities, we see that Eclipse likes to keep Sun or Moon (sometimes both) as pets or servants. Even Evil Lunar does a similar thing with his Eclipse.

So yeah. Thanks sick-haze brain for brining me this.

@ayyy-imma-ninja @twinanimatronics