#pathetic overpowered white man

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whatever the fucker wants

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Blue Eye Samurai: regarding Mizu’s “plot armour” or her “ridiculously over-powered” abilities.

“Mizu is way too overpowered, it doesn’t make sense.”

I feel like a lot of people don’t realize just how much the mind over matter mentality plays a roll in Mizu’s “abilities”. Mizu isn’t the best because she’s physically the strongest, or had the best training, or the most experience, or whatever. Mizu is the best because she has single-minded focus and immense tenacity that borders on psychotic due to how intensely dedicated to revenge she has been for almost all of her life. All the years she spent training, all the time she spends taking out enemies, she is being driven by single minded focus and iron willed determination that never wavers. She has been sharpening and honing not just her body, but her mind, for exactly this. She has dedicated her entire life to her quest for vengeance, and in her own words, there is no room in it for anything else.

People also seem to be making a lot of assumptions about what kind of training and how much training Mizu has or has not had. As the audience, we’ve only been shown bits and pieces of Mizu’s past, which includes her experience learning martial arts. Asking shit like “how is she so good with a sword if she’s only self taught?” is like asking “how can she read and write if Master Eiji is blind?”. The answer is that Mizu has obviously learnt these things from more than one source, but documenting her entire education in detail doesn’t exactly serve a purpose to the narrative. We are explicitly shown in one of Mizu’s flashbacks that she’s been practicing with a wooden sparring sword since she was very young. It’s actually her child self that we see in that brief particular flashback. Not her teen/tween self, her child self. She’s also following the movements and instructions of an older man that is clearly a skilled samurai or warrior of some kind based on context (which y’all love to ignore). Besides, who else would want/need a sword from a master sword-maker besides an expert swordsman? How many skilled fighters from all over Japan have come to Master Eiji’s forge hoping for a blade, and wait with nothing better to do but train while their blade is being made? How many of them have divulged information about certain fighting styles (like Shindo-Ryu, which Mizu was familiar with despite never having been to the dojo before). Or practiced around her and with her? We are clearly shown through Mizu’s flashbacks that receiving training from a visiting client has not been unusual for her throughout her apprenticeship with Master Eiji, and her little spar with Blood Soaked Chiaki was no one time event. Yet Mizu is never given the benefit of the doubt by the audience, despite context clues indicating that she should be.

“Taigen has way more training in an actual dojo, so why is Mizu better?”

Whereas Taigen, while he was determined to become more than just a fisherman’s son and was driven to rise through the ranks of the Dojo and become a skilled samurai, did not have that same desire or determination to hone every part of himself to be the most deadly weapon he could possibly be, like Mizu did. Taigen believes in the samurai code of honor and upholds it in his own way (preventing him from learning how to ��fight dirty” so to speak) and he also had a life outside of his training (he had a social life, he drank, he partied, he snuck around a lot to see Akemi presumably, etc). In fact, we actually never see Taigen practice, train, learn, hone his skills, or anything (to my recollection) throughout the whole season, until he’s bested by Mizu in combat. I’m assuming Taigen had to work quite hard for several years to become as good as he is, but I get the sense that ever since he has been regarded as a prodigy he has allowed himself to get cocky and maybe a bit too comfortable. He has always been the best and always thought himself to be the best, so he never needed to give 150% effort when he fought. In fact, as he got older and more practiced, and it became more and more apparent how much better he was than everyone else, he probably stopped giving his 110% and allowed himself to get a bit comfortable putting in 100% effort, and then eventually 80% effort (which is part of the reason why I think he’s so pissed he lost to Mizu in their first fight, because he knows he could have done better: been less cocky, been more tactical, more driven, etc).

We also never see Taigen meditate or mentally or physically prepare himself the way we do with Mizu. Mizu will pray before a major upcoming battle, not because she’s religious, but because she’s mentally, emotionally, and spiritually preparing herself. We even see Mizu submerge herself in very cold ocean water (during the winter mind you) as a ritual/practice of sorts that serves to center herself and prepare mentally and physically for what’s ahead when she feels herself getting “too emotional” or too stressed or unfocused or even just slightly off kilter. Mizu sacrifices every part of her life, so that she can be the deadliest version of herself possible. She has no social life. She has no friends, or significant others (Mikio aside). She has no other activities to participate in, because she’s been completely alienated and thus being anything but the best is not an option in her mind because she has no options. She tried married life. She had the best possible life that she could have had as a biracial woman in Edo era Japan. She did as she was told by her “mother”. She showed her true self to Mikio, just as he desired. Yet the blood and vengeance still caught up with her. She has no other options anymore. Pursuing revenge is the only thing she knows how to do, because every other avenue in life has been cut off from her. So she has to be single-mindedly focused on her vengeance, which means being as skilled and as dangerous as she can possibly be. She has no hobbies or jobs or responsibilities beyond sword-making (which allows her to become as familiar with the blade as possible) and training herself. If she has extra time, she uses it to practice, to train, to improve, to simply maintain peak performance. Such as when she was hacking through those trees in episode 2. Afterwards, we see Taigen attempt to replicate her training (by cutting down trees with his sword). Though even then, it was more about curiosity and trying to suss out Mizu so he could gauge her skill level, then it was about actually honing his own abilities (until episode 3 when he practices with Chiaki’s broken blade). Which does count as training in its own way (assessing your enemy), but my point still stands. Taigen does not have the same unwavering focus and force of will that Mizu does (partially because he does not actually want to kill Mizu, as we do see Taigen go cold blooded with focus when he kills Heiji Shindo, but those are whole other discussions).

“Mizu just has ridiculous plot armour, that’s the real reason she survives every encounter.”

I feel like people that think Mizu has ridiculous plot armour are just not at all familiar with the Samurai or Western/Cowboy sub-genres at all, or even action as an overarching genre on its own. I don’t believe I have ever engaged in a single piece of action media in which the protagonist didn’t have “plot armour” in some way. Basically half of all male protagonists from any and all modern western action movies ever, have been way too over-powered and been able to take a ridiculous amount of damage that should have killed them multiple times over. These action heroes (who in western media are almost always cis-het white men) have ridiculous plot armour in the most classic sense. Yet no one complains when it’s a white man. Only when it’s a queer-coded biracial woman of colour. Shocking.

In fact, you could argue that every main character in every fictional story ever told has plot armour to a certain degree, because having an entire narrative revolve around one character is inherently “unrealistic” and therefore the main character has plot armour, yes? No? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, and on the topic of the samurai genre specifically (and many martial arts based action media) there are certain genre specific tropes that are nearly integral to the genre. One of the most prominent being the samurai/ronin/warrior/martial arts master that is “ridiculously over powered”. It’s literally part of the genre. In fact, the western/cowboy genre is quite similar to the classic samurai genre. Now, how many westerns have you watched in which Clint Eastwood or John Wayne shoot 5+ guys with one pistol before any of the guys they shoot even get a shot off? A lot I bet. Is that not the definition of “over-powered” and “unrealistic”? Or is it just a genre trope, or even perhaps, a genre staple? No one thinks Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2) is over-powered. No one thinks that Joel (The Last of Us) is over-powered. In fact, when the TLOU show came out, people actually complained that Joel, the fifty-something year old man that has been living in a post apocalyptic wasteland for 20 years, was not badass or strong enough (he kills dozens of humans and super zombies and he’s legally a senior). So, who is the “judge” of what is and is not realistic in action media that borders on sci-fi/fantasy based on how “over-powered” the protagonists “realistically” are?

“It’s just weird that Mizu is so powerful when other characters within the story are not. It makes Mizu such a Mary Sue.”

Okay… so, with all that in mind, let’s circle back to where I started when referring to Mizu as someone driven by unwavering determination, and how that affects her “abilities”. That facet of her personality and motivation is nothing new when it comes to the action genre, especially for protagonists of revenge storylines. Think of Kill Bill or John Wick. Why does John or the Bride keep going and keep winning even when they are constantly getting injured and always fighting. Is it because they are simply that much better than everyone else? Yes and no. No, because they are not superheroes (technically), but also yes. Because their single minded determination and need for revenge drives them to push that much harder than anyone else on their skill level. They are the best, but they win against everyone else that is also “the best” because they want it more. They need it more. Mind over matter. They are willing to endure what others are not through sheer will and pure cold rage. Mizu, Beatrice Kiddo, John Wick, and so many more similar protagonists in action-revenge narratives don’t keep winning and keep getting back up no matter how inured they get because they are just “that much stronger and more talented than everyone else”. Yes, they are extremely skilled and would probably be one of the strongest and most deadly combatants/killers in their respective universes regardless… but their refined skill and raw talent and power are not the only reason they win. Their unwavering force of will, extreme determination, ice cold fury, and single-minded focus on revenge is what drive them to be that much tougher. Their tenacity is their superpower. They want to win more than their opponent does. They need to win, because this is their one and only goal in life as of now. Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai) Beatrice (Kill Bill), John (John Wick), they all share a philosophy in life when it comes to their revenge, which basically boils down to “Either I kill you, or I die trying. There is no middle ground, there is no negotiating, no other choice, no path of least resistance, no other goal or motivation. You will die, because I ain’t fucking dying until you do.”

Mizu doesn’t have plot armour and she’s not over-powered. She is an archetypical protagonist of the action-revenge narrative and the samurai/western genre as well. She arguably even has better reason to be completing the feats that she does than John Wick or The Bride, because the medium of Blue Eye Samurai is animation and not live action, and the genre borders on magical realism far more than Kill Bill or John Wick. Now, how many anime protagonists (probably almost all male) can you think of that are “ridiculously over-powered” especially compared to any live action counterparts, but no one complains about it? Why does no one complain about it (aside from misogyny)? Because the medium of animation inherently has different “rules”, expectations, and set standards for suspension of disbelief, than the medium of live action film or television. For example, is it ridiculous and unrealistic when you’re watching a Looney Tunes cartoon and Bugs Bunny’s legs pinwheel in super-speed for 3 seconds straight before he starts running, or when he runs off a ledge and gravity just lets him hang there for a sec so he can look straight at the camera before he falls? No, it’s not “unrealistic” or emersion breaking, not even a little, but why? Is it because any of those things seem even remotely probable or “realistic”? Of course not! It’s perfectly acceptable because the medium, genre, target audience, atmosphere, art/animation style, narrative choice, storytelling style, and more, have all established that Bugs Bunny defying physics is normal in Looney Tunes, and therefore not a “plot-hole” or “unrealistic”. In fact, if Bugs Bunny or Tom and Jerry didn’t defy physics in ridiculous ways all the time, then it feels far stranger and off-beat than if they did. Same goes for pretty much all action anime. If the characters in those stories were strictly limited to what is 100% humanly possible in real life, most of those animes wouldn’t even have storylines anymore. They’d be turned into completely different content that may be unrecognizable from the original source material. Or wouldn’t even have any material anymore because all the characters would be dead after their first fight scene. So why is Blue Eye Samurai being held to a different standard?

Now, do y’all get it yet?

[arminsumi]

. . . 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Suguru Geto (18+)

Suguru tying his hands behind his back because his best friend wants you — and he wouldn't get in the way of Satoru's happiness, would he?

► 'I heard that you fell in love... I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby, snap out of it'

+ warnings: MDNI/18+ content, cheating, smoking, sexual tension, angst

"No, not at all. Don't worry about it." Suguru shook his head in denial.

"You sure? I was under the impression that you wanted her." Satoru said.

"Wow, Satoru, you've known me for how long? And yet still you misunderstand me." he smirked, "I only ever said that she's pretty. That's all."

"Oh!" Satoru blinked, "Okay, good."

"She's probably interested in you — you should go for it." Suguru encouraged.

"Yeah, I think I will. I mean, the worst she could do is say no, right?"

Suguru let out an amused hum, keeping his lips pursed.

As Satoru went over to your table, Suguru watched with a tightening jaw, wishing for the worst — but his wishes fell on deaf ears, he soon realized, as he observed a 'yes' forming on your lips.

... Am I a fool?

Suguru's features twitched in discomfort when he watched you and Satoru hitting it off.

It's fine. I don't like her that much, anyways.

. . . 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝,

and Suguru realized that he was, in fact, a fool. Quite possibly the biggest fool in the world.

Whenever you and Satoru flirted, whenever you kissed, whenever you locked up like lovers so shamelessly and openly in front of him, he felt sick to his stomach — terribly sick. He'd suddenly excuse himself to the bathroom, and tremble over the sink; not quite ready to squeeze the contents out of his stomach, but close to retching.

But weren't you a fool, too?

"Why did you ever think that dating his best friend would bring you closer to him? It's just silly." your friend derided.

"Don't ridicule me. My feelings for Satoru aren't a lie — "

" — yeah right."

" — it's just that I expected them to overpower the feelings I had for Suguru. Can you really blame me? Even you said that Suguru has that something about him."

Yes, that something about Suguru Geto. Many people before you have felt that urge to desperately grab him, sink their claws into him, and never let go. He's never been oblivious to it.

Suguru's so blasé about love. He's the kind of man that doesn't show too much interest — and that's half the fun of it all. There's no pressure; just tie your laces and run after his shadow.

. . . 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠,

and by summer the tension between you and him was growing like a little beast in the pit of your bellies.

Stolen glances. Quiet midnight conversations in the dark hallway. Pathetic flirting quickly covered up as a joke. Lingering hugs. Drunk confessions conveniently 'forgotten' the next day. Walking as if in a daze at your side, side-eyeing you kissing his best friend with an unmissable bitterness shaking his eyelashes.

It was only a matter of time until it all became too much. Who remembers who snapped first? Him or you? Of course you can blame it on drunkenness, but isn't that the reason you got drunk with Satoru's best friend in the first place? So that tomorrow, all the kisses could be excused with "I was drunk, it didn't mean anything".

. . . 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬,

it was more than that; you feeling up his chest and nimbly unbuttoning his white shirt, him pushing you up against the wall, not kissing you like a normal person — tasting and relishing your lips and cheeks and neck like some kind of starved animal, Suguru lured you into his cold, dark bed with full intent to devour you.

"Let me take it off for you." Suguru offered, soft voice shaking with this greedy lust that you can't quite explain.

You complied and let him peel your clothes off your body — and though he did it with haste, he savored every moment.

I'm taking what's supposed to be mine.

That's what he thought, and kept repeating to himself in his head as he unzipped his black skinny jeans and hurried out of them, and slid his boxer briefs down, and got inside you like he didn't care about anyone by any name except yours.

Grunting like he needed this for his whole life, Suguru muttered small dirty things against your neck, hiding his face there.

"... you're so tight, are you sure it doesn't hurt?" turned into "... you're taking it so well" turned into "am I better than him? Tell me I'm better than him, please. what do you mean you 'don't know'? Come on, you can lie to Satoru but don't lie to me... I know I can fuck you better than he can." turned into "Cum for me, baby; let me see how pretty you look when you cum all over a big cock" turned into "... why don't you just stay the night?"

. . . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚,

because Suguru got a taste of what it's like to wake up with you at his side. It was like a picturesque view; you looking messy and splayed out after a long night sprawled out underneath him.

When he felt his heart pang with the anxiety that he'd never be able to have you to himself, that's when he got out of bed and got dressed, leaving you alone in his bed.

It was a bad idea.

Getting a text from Satoru, shaking your upper arm to wake you, panicking but trying to look composed, seeing his hickeys on your neck — Suguru just went silent with guilt.

What have I done.

He sat on the edge of his bed, the early morning sun just barely streaming in through the gap in the curtains, and he watched you get dressed.

"I need a cigarette." he said anxiously, and got up to go have a smoke on the balcony.

You gave him a weary look and watched him leave. Just as you pulled the last bit of your clothes on your body, he lit up and drew in a deep breath and tainted his lungs with dirty tar and carcinogens.

Walking out onto the balcony, hearing the early morning traffic of Tokyo and seeing the dreary grey of cloudy skies, you stood besides Suguru.

Your attention. That's all he ever wanted. Your attention and a lot of it.

"Sorry." he apologized, lowering his cigarette and putting it out. "I know you don't like it when I smoke."

"You're right; I don't." you said, coming in close and pulling him down for a kiss. "But for some reason, it tastes good on your lips."

He looked down at you with full, black eyes.

"I'm not gonna tell Satoru anything about last night. Are you?"

"No, but I'm thinking of breaking up slowly with him."

"Don't do that. Just forget about me. You love him right?"

You looked away to the skyscrapers and refused to meet Suguru's eyes for a while.

"How am I supposed to forget about you?" you chuckled, "Even if I could, you don't really mean that, do you?"

"... No." Suguru hesitantly replied.

He looked at you shiftily, torn between crying and kissing you or both — a million little and big feelings overwhelmed him. He tried to organize them all, or at least as best he could, and waited for a moment of mental clarity to come over him before speaking again.

"Is it my fault, or have you been thinking of breaking it off with him for a while?"

"It's not your fault, Suguru. It's been a long time coming."

"How long?"

"Since it started. But why are you asking me questions that you know the answer to, Suguru?"

He shrugged, "I just needed clarity."

"Well there's your clarity." you sighed, "I'm gonna take a hot shower."

Suguru looked at you, dying for the moment when your eyes met his gaze, but it didn't come; he stood there unsatisfied and frustrated as you went inside without even paying him a glance, his black eyes on your back.

He rubbed his face, sighed hard, and lit up another cigarette and smoked it while listening to the shower run in the background, just pathetically daydreaming of little fantasies of joining you.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[happysharkintensifies]

Booktok makes me sick, not just because of all the shitty books. It's the prevalence, no, the celebration, of toxic masculinity. Every single booktok book features some variation on the same man. And without fail, against all sensible reason, these characters are portrayed as handsome and charismatic and desirable.

It makes me sick when these authors hold up these toxic, predatory traits and put them on a pedestal as some kind of Ideal Man.

It makes me sick when their aggressiveness and possessiveness is treated as romantic. It makes me sick when these shitty men forcibly grab women, invade their personal spaces, and render them helpless by 'purring' in their ears, every. single. fucking. time.

It makes me sick that these misogynistic, heteronormative, and hypermasculine social conventions keep appearing in so-called feminist literature.

Strip away the idealized elements and you have what is basically the rich, white, cishet, alpha-male archetype. He's tall, usually six feet, physically fit and muscular with obligatory six pack abs, and conventionally handsome, with a chiseled jawline. He's usually clean-shaven, and any hair he may have on his body is minimal. He maintains composure at all times and rarely shows anxiety or uncertainty. He exudes raw charisma and charm and navigates social spaces effortlessly.

His hobbies, if he has any, are stereotypically masculine. When it comes to sex, he's confident, skilled, exclusively dominant, and always knows what to do without communicating with his partner. The sex he enjoys is usually rough, animalistic and overpowering. He may have been with several women in the past, and he may be regarded as a sex god, both in-universe and out.

His toxic traits are rarely portrayed as negative. But when they are, they're usually held up as some edgy, anti-hero persona and the reader is inevitably manipulated into sympathizing with him. He'll be portrayed as a tortured, wounded animal, and his female love interest (and, by proxy, the reader) will decide on some variation of 'I can fix him'.

He is essentially the unrealistic standard the ideal Proper Man; the one that men are expected to emulate, and that women are expected to swoon over.

But what really irks me is the lost potential.

If there are men who don't fit into this mold, they are depicted as pathetic, ineffectual, or any number of negative traits.

The narrative quietly and passive-aggressively mocks them and portray them as boring and un-sexy.

After all, is this the kind of man who will bravely swoop in and sweep a helpless woman off her feet? Of course not. Such men are boys. Wimps. Cowards.

These books are supposed to be fantasy: a genre in which easily anything can be explored. If faeries, magic, and contrived mating bonds can exist, then why can't we also have male characters who exist outside the stereotypical, hypermasculine mold?

Why is it that we can have so many fantastical, impossible, and wondrous magical forces, creatures, and peoples, but we can't have men who aren't possessive, abusive, or controlling?

Why is it that male characters, have to be so innately dominant, abusive, and violent? Why do they have to be so fit and muscular and strong?

Even worse, why is it treated as something that is so natural, so inescapable, even in the realm of fiction?

Where are the men who aren't tall and fit? Where are the men who don't have sculpted abs or chiseled jawlines? Where are the men who aren't lean and muscular?

Why can’t we have men who are skinny or overweight? Why can't we have men who aren't handsome or attractive, but just average looking? Why can't we have men who are shorter or just average height?

Why can't we have men with non-stereotypical hobbies? Why can't we have men who love to read, or paint, or write, or sing, or dance, or build model kits?

Why can’t we have men who are timid and shy? Why can't we have men who feel anxiety, fear, and sadness? Why can't we have men who aren't afraid of crying openly?

Why can't we have men who aren't sex gods? Why can't we have men who aren't confident in bed? Who are anxious, or even scared, at the prospect of sex? Who are passive instead of dominant? Who want to experience intimacy and affection?

Why can’t we have men be kind and gentle and sweet for once?

I'll tell you why we can't. Because booktok says men like these are not 'man' enough. Booktok says men like these are the 'boring' option, and completely devoid of interesting quirks, traits or personality. Booktok says men like these are underserving of attention, and only fit to be background noise.

As far as booktok is concerned, men like these can't exist.

[frost-queen]

Notes of an evening (Reader x Astarion)

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Summary: After the Mindflayer's ship, Astarion's and your relationship starts out rocky with a knife at your throat and lot's of arguing. At some point you started to notice how Astarion was always awake at night. That night he tells you he's a vampire spawn, bending your rocky relationship a bit. When a storm brews, you seek shelter with Astarion to deafen out your fears. Will Baldur's gate be the place where you finally accept the truth about those feelings?

Panting loud, you slowed your running down to a jog once you were out. It felt like one hell of a break-out with your life on the line. The newly found girl you had rescued on the ship right behind you. Slowing more down to a walk, you hoped you’d be out of dangers. The girl came closer to you, nudging you by your elbow. Furrowing your brows confused, you watched her motion with her head towards the rocky edges.

Still trying to catch your breath, you noticed a young man standing by the edge. He turned around to you. – “Hurry! I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” – he called out as you slowly neared him. – “There! In the grass.” – he waved you over as you looked over your shoulder to the girl. She pulled her shoulders up, not giving you much help with what to do with this stranger.

You came by his side. – “You can kill it right? Like you killed those others?” – he asked. Crossing your arms, you took a good look at him. Pale, white curly hair and a devilish smile. – “Asking a girl to kill for you, how pathetic.” – you said, wondering why he didn’t just kill it himself. He seemed to have enough ego for it.

He chuckled humouring with a mocking undertone. Rolling with your eyes, you uncrossed your arms. – “Stand aside, scaredy cat.” – you responded moving him aside with your hand as he took some steps back. Hunching over a bit, you stared at the tall grass, hearing faint noises. Out of the bushes emerged a boar, snorting loud. Unimpressed you watched the boar run off.

The cold of metal made you gasp as a grip on you pulled you back. With a groan you fell on your back, a knife held at your throat. The boy laying on the ground beside you, holding you at knife point. You struggled, grabbing his wrist that held the knife firm to push it away. – “Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” – he said making you more angry that he had overpowered you.

Shadowheart took a step closer as he noticed her. – “And you!” – he shouted. – “Keep your distance!” – he voice loud and threatening. – “No need for this to get messy.” – his voice changing to something smoother as he glanced down at you.

“I need her alive!” – Shadowheart called out. – “Stow that blade or I’ll show you just how messy things can get!” – she made clear. The man chuckled. – “Promises, promises, but I have other business I’m afraid.” – he looked at you once more with a teasing smile. You groaned loud, twisting his wrist that held the knife away from your neck. With your leg, you forced it between his legs, finding yourself a lock to use your strength to flip him over.

In a matter of seconds the man rolled on his back as you sat on top of him, holding him down by both his wrists. The look of surprise on his face felt glorifying. Slamming his wrists against the ground made him loose his grip on the knife. Shadowheart came running over, plucking the knife from the ground. The elf squirmed underneath your grip for freedom. – “Aww look who is begging now?” – you teased with a flashing smile.

The elf boy groaned loud with frustration. You leaned down as his eyes widened. You left a kiss on his nose just to annoy him more. Swaying your leg over him, you rolled over to the side getting up. Shadowheart approached holding her hands out for you to pull yourself up with. The elf sputtered to his feet, dusting some sand off him.

“If you were looking for a robbery, you failed miserably.” – Shadowheart said with a nudge at you. You rested your arm on her shoulder, giving the man a smirk. – “I saw you leave the ship.” – he spoke as it made Shadowheart and you look at each other. – “I thought you were one of them.” – he continued. He looked you up and down. – “Clearly you are not, and to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your insides.” – he finished as it made you puff unamused.

Even Shadowheart rolled with her eyes. The elf dipped into a bow. – “Perhaps an introduction. My name is Astarion.” – he introduced himself. He waited for an answer from the both of you. When it didn’t came immediately he straightened his posture. – “And you lovely ladies?” – he asked with a nervous chuckle. – “Shadowheart.” – she introduced herself making him laugh.

“What kind of a name is Shadowheart.” – he teased. – “Mine.” – She answered ready to take out his knife she had been keeping. With one hand gesture to the side, she stepped back. – “And yours?” – he turned to you with a charming smirk. – “Y/n.” – you said simple, not too much theatrics around it.

You motioned to Shadowheart to get it moving. Shadowheart came nearer, following you. You noticed the elf boy following you, but you kept quiet. As you wandered through the lands, your group grew larger. Filled with variations of personalities. For many nights now, you were forced to live with them. Live, eat and breath with the people you had found along the way with the same purpose. The fire was crackling as Wyll returned with more wood.

Gale stretched himself out. – “Another prospecting day passed. Not too much running or fighting I’d say that is a win. Don’t you think Y/n?” – he turned to look over at you. You pulled your shoulders up, a bit too tired to engage with Gale. – “I don’t know about you all, but I shall be heading for bed.” – Shadowheart spoke getting.

Astarion who stood a bit further away, came closer. – “I’ll keep watch.” – he offered. You leaned back, looking over your shoulder to him. – “Brooding on a killing plan for us? You’ve been keeping watch an awfully long time.” – you teased with a sarcastic smile. Astarion chuckled tauntingly. – “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it so far, darling” – he answered.

You gasped dramatically. Making Astarion roll his eyes with annoyance. – “We’d both know you’d fail at that.” – you muttered out loud enough for him to hear. Astarion clenched his jaw, ready to throw hands with you. Lae’zel sighed loud. – “Just fight it out so we can get some sleep.” – she called out sitting casually at the fire.

Gale got up, waving his hands across. – “Now hold on for a moment.” – he said. – “There is no need for unwanted bloodshed.” – he went on as you scoffed loud. – “Like I’d want his blood on my weapon.” – you let out getting up to face him. Astarion laughed. – “At least my blade came in reach of your neck.” – he recalled with his hands on his hips. – “Oh right and then I kicked your ass.” – you answered with a sarcastic smile to taunt him more.

Astarion chuckled. – “Only because I let you darling.” – he answered. Gale came in between. – “Enough playing, off to bed!” – he made clear not wanting any protest. Puffing loud, you spun on your heel, going to your tent. Astarion huffed loud crossing his arms as he turned the other side. Slowly the campsite died out. Everyone heading for bed as Astarion was the only one awake.

That night you couldn’t catch your sleep. Tossing and turning in your dreams till you snapped your eyes open. Trying to find your sleep was pointless. Crawling to the opening of your tent, you moved the flap aside. To your surprise Astarion was still awake. Sitting on a log by the died out fire. Getting up, you walked out of your tent over to him.

Astarion didn’t even have to turn around to hear your footsteps. – “If this is an attempt to kill me, you should be more quieter next time.” – Astarion said letting his head fall a bit back. – “How’d you know it was me?” – you asked curious. Astarion curled up a smile. You came to sit beside him on the log, watching the burned up logs. – “I’ll take your turn, you can sleep.” – you told him, wrapping your arms around your legs. – “Couldn’t sleep?” – Astarion questioned.

You looked up to him with a soft smile. You nudged him playfully against his upper arm. – “Time for you to sleep.” – you chuckled out. Astarion chuckled nervously back at you. – “What?” – you replied with furrowed brows. Astarion looked comfortably away. – “Don’t tell me you are like those non-sleeping beings.” – you laughed out. Astarion swallowed nervously unable to process how he should respond to that. Seeing how he wasn’t playing along with you, you had a sense he was being serious.

“Wait!” – you called out. – “Are you?” – you let out as Astarion shushed you for keeping your voice down. Astarion sighed deep, letting his head fall back. – “There’s no more way in hiding this.” – he said looking down with a saddened expression. – “I…” – he started, turning more towards you so your knees touched. He swallowed the rest of his words back in, staring at your wide curious eyes. Seeing how gentle they were.

A tiny smile on your lips that came him comfort. Astarion sighed loud. – “I am a vampire spawn.” – he confessed, looking ashamed away. – “You probably feel disgusted by me.” – he said, to his surprise he felt your hand lay on his. – “Why should I be?” – you answered making Astarion look at you. His lips forming a smile seeing how your features were gentle and warm.

Not a hint of judging or disgust on it. – “Tell me more.” – you asked as Astarion chuckled humourlessly. You moved a bit closer to him, hands underneath your chin, elbows resting on your knee as you wanted to hear more. Your gesture made Astarion smile. – “Alright.” – he started explaining you more of his life story as you listened with much curiosity.

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Wyll looked up at the skies, squinting his eyes a bit. – “Seems like a storm is brewing.” – he informed the group. You swallowed nervously, rubbing your hands nervously together. – “Not scared of a little rumble, Gale?” – Shadowheart teased seeing Gale’s expression of discomfort. – “For a bit of storm? No.” – he let out, moving his hands to his hip. – “As one I am actually quite fond of storms. Comes in really handy when one get’s in close situations.

In fact conjuring a storm has helped this poor wizard a few times more than I could account for.” – Gale started to ramble on, making Shadowheart groan. – “For Shar’s sake I didn’t ask for your life story.” – she replied. – “On the contrary Shadowheart, it is a wonderful story.” – Gale pressed on. Lae’zel cursed. – “Quiet before my blade cuts your tongue.”  - she glared his way, not interested in another awfully long story of his that led nowhere.

“No, no let him talk.” – Karlach pitched in. – “Thank you Karlach.” – Gale held one hand to his chest, bowing her way. – “I’m sure there’s something to laugh at him.” – Karlach went on as Gale’s smile dropped instantly. – “Har, Har laugh all you want.” – Gale spoke when the others were chuckling at Karlach’s comment.

You weren’t really engaging into the story, keeping your eyes on the skies. Seeing the dark clouds form in the distance as you knew it would spread to here. Fidgeting nervously with your fingers. Having a sudden sense of being watched, you looked down, locking eyes briefly with Astarion. You immediately stopped fidgeting, pulling your hands behind your back to give him a sheepish smile. Hoping he hadn’t noticed it.

Noticed how uncomfortable you were around storms. Lae’zel decided to walk a bit further before setting up camp. The dark clouds were spreading as there was a soft rumbling in the air. You jumped up, standing stiff. – “I’m heading to bed.” – you declared, walking off as you quickened your pace near your tent to hop inside. Astarion furrowed his brows. – “Wonderous dreams Y/n.” – Gale wished you, not sure you’d hear it. It didn’t take long for everyone to head for their own tents. In the beginning the rumbling was still faint.

Laying down, you had your knees pulled up to your chest. One hand over your ear to deafen the sounds out. Discomfort on your face as you flinched each time there was loud rumbling in the sky. You didn’t like storms, not one bit of it. It had been something ever since your childhood, you were afraid of.

Never haven grown out of that fear. There was a loud crash in the sky, making you scream into your pillow. Muscles contracted, sweat on your forehead as your body was shivering with fear. – “Make it stop, make it stop.” – you whispered out, trying to beg the Gods to end it. Another loud rumble that felt like it was right above you, made you shot up. Panting loud as you couldn’t take it anymore. Hurrying up to your feet, you ran out of your tent into the rain.

Running blind, hands covering up your ears as you dropped down in another tent. Astarion shot up at the sudden barge in his tent. His eyes widening as he saw you on your knees, panting loud. – “Y/n?” – he said softly. The hearing of your name made you look up in surprise to Astarion.

Lowering your hands you chuckled sheepishly. – “I…I…” – you then looked wonderous around, playing it out. – “Is this not my tent? Oh apologies Astarion, must have run into the wrong tent while I was outside. It is pouring outside did you know.” – you acted out nervously, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. Astarion positioned himself better, resting on arm on his pulled up knee. – “It’s the storm isn’t it?” – he asked. – “What? No.” – you puffed out, waving his comment away with a laugh.

There was another rumble, Gods fighting in the skies with lightning as it made you jump at Astarion. Knowing you were exposed now. You expected him to laugh at you or mock you for such a silly fear. Instead he tilted your chin up with his thumb for him to look in your eyes. – “Are you alright, Y/n?” – he asked. Knowing you couldn’t keep being brave, you shook your head. There was another rumble in the storm as he felt your muscles tense.

The nervous fidgeting from before suddenly clear to him. – “You may stay here, if you like.” – he offered. It made you blink surprised. – “Really?” – you answered. He nodded making some room for you. – “Don’t worry I won’t bite.” – he spoke holding his hands up as you laid yourself down. – “Unless you want me too darling.” – he breathed out, flashing a smile at you.

Astarion laid himself down on his back beside you. – “Try to relax Y/n. The storm can’t harm you here.” – he spoke staring at the ceiling. Hearing it pour outside as the sky rumbled from time to time. – “I’m sorry…” – you said laying on your side, looking at his profile. Astarion’s brows furrowed. – “What for?” – he wanted to know keeping his gaze on the ceiling. – “For this… my foolish fear of storms…” – you explained. – “It’s not foolish.” – he answered listening to the rain hit the tent.

“I know I should be over it, but somehow I can’t… ever since I was small.” – you explained further feeling comfortable enough to tell Astarion about it. Astarion rolled over as his eyes met with yours. – “I know how hard it is to let go of past fears.” – He replied in a husky voice. Astarion reached for your hand, holding it dearly. – “No storm will ever harm you again.” – he whispered with comfort. A small smile formed on your lips, feeling a bit shy from the way he was gazing at you.

Astarion felt that the muscles in your hand weren’t as tense as before. More relaxed. He watched you close your eyes, becoming unbothered by the storm outside. The storm passed after a while. Making way for the morning as some birds came chirping early around the tent. Astarion slowly woke up, humming sleepy. He tensed his arms, feeling a body press firmer against his chest as his arms had wrapped it.

His eyes opened looking down to see you were laying in his arms. It made him stare frozen at the display. Somehow during the night he had taken a hold of you. Wrapping his arms around you and keeping you close to his body. He saw how comfortable and at peace you were in his arms. It made him smile, resting his chin on top of your head. Enjoying the last moments before you’d wake up. Astarion felt you wake up as he loosened his grip around you.

Lifting your head up hazily, you met up Astarion’s eyes. – “Morning darling.” – he said with a teasing smile. You smiled back at him. His gaze shifting from your eyes down to your lips. Eyes widening, you gasped loud, getting up. Astarion got up as well. – “I can’t survive their teasing if they saw me leave your tent.” – you called out knowing the others would taunt you annoyingly with it to the bone. You popped your head up, looking around if anyone was already awake. – “At least they have something to talk about then." - Astarion replied making you chuckle.

“Thank you.” – you whispered to him before sneaking out of his tent. Astarion exhaled deep, laying himself back down, one arm under his neck. Smiling amusingly at how comforting pleasing he adored this kind of affection, he wasn’t quite used to.

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Baldur’s gate. You and your companions stood at the gates, looking up to the city walls. – “Isn’t it wonderous.” – Gale let out with a wave of his hands. – “I expected it to be more grand.” – Shadowheart replied unimpressed. Gale scoffed loud. – “Uncultured one.” – he mumbled under his breath. – “It has his charm.” – you cut in to appease Gale. Gale turned round to you. – “Thank you! Finally someone who can admire beauty.” – he let out.

You caught Astarion looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You returned his look with pulled up shoulders. Gale coming over broke your gaze with Astarion. Gale threw his arm around you. – “Allow me to show you all the wonders of Baldur’s gate. Seeing as it is your first time visiting the glorious city. I know a few spots you simply must visit Y/n.” – he said claiming you for himself. Astarion’s expression tensed that Gale had snatched you from under his nose.

You looked back at Astarion, hoping he’d come and take you away from Gale, but he did nothing. Gale walked through the gates with you, his arm still over you. Astarion kicked some tiny rocks away with his foot. – “Come on sour face.” – Karlach called out, exciting to enter the city. He sighed, following her into the city. He kept a close eye on you when Gale was parading you around.

Shadowheart came joining his side, looking over at you as well. – “If you stare any longer she might turn to stone.” – she said teasingly. Astarion cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from you.  – “I have no idea what you are talking about.” – he replied with a chuckle. – “You like her.” – she answered with a smirk. Astarion laughed loud, to hide the truth. – “Exceptionally delusional of you Shadowheart.” – he responded pinking a fake tear away.

“Oh, so those nights of cuddling in your tent are a fever dream right?” – Shadowheart answered glorious. Astarion chuckled mockingly. – “I’m going to f*cking kill you.” – he told her humouring. – “I see right through you, big boy.” – Shadowheart patted him against his chest before she took off. – “How… how did you even…” – Astarion questioned coming after her.

Shadowheart chuckled. – “You two aren’t really subtle.” – she answered. Astarion froze, thinking he had been very subtle. – “I saw her leave your tent once or twice.” – She then called out to him with a laugh. The group arrived at a tavern as Wyll called for refreshments. You finally were able to tear yourself away from Gale. Everyone entered the tavern as you stood last. Grabbing Astarion by his wrist to prevent him from entering.

He stared confused at you when you guided him a bit to the side of the tavern’s door. – “Well thanks for stepping in!” – you called out. – “You made me be stuck with Gale for the entire morning. Do you have any idea how many stories I’d have to endure of him. The most pointless explanation of Baldur’s culture accompanied by one of his long stories. He literally had something to say about every stone and you just let it happen. Let him talk my ears off. Have you not seen my helping eyes. Begging you to come and save me from his dire tales. No of course not, because you were too busy admiring yourself or chattering with Shadowheart.” – you called out in a rush of frustration.

Spilling every annoyance you had since this morning to him. Astarion chuckled as you were so lost in your speech train of yapping at him. – “Oh so this is funny to you!” – you said loudly, setting your hands on your hips. – “Excuse me sir that I am humorous to you. Would you like me to do a little dance with it?” – you let out spinning around.

As you were turning, you felt his hand go to your lower back, pulling you closer to him as you bumped against his chest. Before you could react more, he leaned down, kissing your lips to silence you. Still half in your frustration, you wanted to push him off, but he wouldn’t let you. Letting his other hand join your lower back as he deepened the kiss. You fully surrendered to him, kissing him back.

The kiss broke off as he gazed lovingly at your eyes. – “For the rest of the day you shall stick to me, darling. And the days after that.” – he said with a smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck. – “If you are ever in need of blood. I’m offering mine.” – you replied. Astarion trailed down your arm with his finger. Curling up a smile before he kissed you once more.

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I LOVE THE WAY IT HURTS — F. READER x FUSHIGURO TOJI, who adores the way your long nails break through his skin

One thing you learned during your long-term affair with Toji is that he perceives pain as something arousing. The adrenaline rush of stinging sensation, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue – those things send signals straight to his cock. You, on the other hand, are more than happy to scratch his body red.

cw: smut, marking, scratching, biting, pussy eating, handjob, blood kink if you squint, bruises, brief aftercare, reader discretion is advised — 2,5k words

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Filthy. That’s what you’d call your relationship with Toji. You were not together and frankly, you really didn’t know all that much about him. Apart from his body, of course, but thing with Toji is – his body is already a lot. You began hooking up with him long time ago, it will be two years now, and for the first time it happened accidentally, really. You were once out in a club, he was there too and whilst both being drunk you ended up in a motel, fucking the alcohol out of your systems and turned out, it was absolutely amazing, so you kept meeting up.

If someone saw you with him, they would absolutely consider you insane, and you wouldn’t exactly try to prove them any wrong. You just looked funny next to Fushiguro – a man over 6 foot tall and nothing but raw, hard muscle. His body sculpted to perfection, impressively muscular held just as much power as it looked like; a stature of a greek god next to you looked just giant. Sometimes you wondered if you’d survive if he once decided to really go rough on you and although the thought was tempting, you were not brave enough to provoke him to this point.

Your petite size, compared to him, was one of Toji’s favorite things in you. There was never that much talking about your personal lives during your sex meetings, your affair was purely based on physical touch and chasing highs, so he was always hyperfocused on everything revolving around your body, your looks, the sounds you made. The way he was able to bend and break you with ease, man handling you however he pleased always turned him on at the very thought of it, but there was one thing, that made his dick hard even quicker. It was all of the marks you were leaving on him.

Just like right now. Your nails were digging into his broad shoulders, leaving long, angry red marks all over his skin while he was above you; his large form completely overpowering you with every harsh, ruthless thrust his hips were aiming at your soaked pussy. The grip you had on him, one that was meant to stabilize you underneath the sheer strength of his pistons, was hard enough to bruise as your fingertips dug into his flesh with everything you had in your sore muscles. You couldn’t think clearly, you couldn’t think at all to be honest, there were just white spots of pleasure disrupting the godly sight of him above you and what was racing inside your veins definitely wasn’t blood at this point – it was pure ecstasy and adrenaline. You were moaning pathetically every time he buried his teeth into your soft tissues, leaving red signatures of himself wherever he felt like it, and he sucked some spots onto your plush skin, further making a point of you being his own, even if that was only for that night, until he’ll have you again next time.

Toji was a lot to take but the struggle tasted so sweet. He was big, way too big for you to fit, but you wanted him anyway, and every time he was stretching you so impossibly pushing his girth into you felt like that was it, like that was the time when he finally rips you in half. He often praised you, although there was a thick underlining of mocking in the way words were slipping over his tongue – he was telling you how well your little pussy takes him and how it’ll never learn his size.

“Fuck, you’re always so fucking tight,” he groaned from his place on top of you, pressing your thighs to your chest and sucking a red spot to your calf to ground himself from the sensation of your walls squeezing the life out of him. He kept you folded in half with your legs over his muscular shoulders and your hips angled in a way that gave him way too much freedom in ruining you time after time. All of his length was rolling in and out of you from the tip to the very bottom with every slam of his pelvis; he was hitting all of the sweet spots inside your velvety walls each time he dragged himself out and pushed back in. His heavy balls, full for the second time were hitting your ass; the slapping sound completing the already playing melody of heavy pants, loud growls and moans and absolute, wet filth that was happening between your legs.

“T-toji–“ you gasped, squeezing his biceps even harder, feeling a thread inside your stomach dangerously close to snapping. Searing heat was rushing through your entire body, a flood of hot lava washing over you as your brain was slowly turning into an incoherent flurry. You felt your third orgasm pooling low below your belly, it was already in the process of overtaking you, it was too much, he was too much and yet, you couldn’t get enough of him. Every time you met with him, you were utterly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the act, but then, it was leaving you with hunger for the next time. The marks that your body wore for days after him made sure you couldn’t forget about him too quickly, some of the bruises even saw him twice.

Fushiguro grinned, taking full advantage of his strong body and quickly switching positions. He was now kneeling, his thighs spread apart as he was keeping you up on his cock, your knees still securely hooked over his shoulders. You held onto him for dear life as he made you bounce on him with ease as if you weighted nothing more than a feather. The impact of every move made you see stars, you were lost in him, your mind threatening to never get back from the place of absolute lust and pleasure.

“Gonna take my load like a good girl, yeah?”, he groaned, grabbing your lower lip between his teeth. A sound absolutely stripped of any meaning left your throat, a whiny confirmation of your neediness as you grabbed a handful of his black, soft hair. Toji pushed into you few times more, spiraling into his own release and his mind went blank for a moment when the metallic taste of blood spread over his tongue – a crimson evidence of how harshly he bit down onto your lower lip, drawing red from it.

Your legs fell down from his shoulders and you grabbed onto the man tightly. The warmth overflowed you as soon as it was sprayed over your squelching walls, droplets of white hot running down your thighs and to the base of Toji’s cock, connecting with the creamy ring you left on him. His skin was covered in red long scratch marks, a sting already evident but it did nothing but arouse him even more.

You’ve known Fushiguro long enough to know he found a lot of pleasure in pain. Every bite or slash you left on him he took as a prize, it drove him insane. He loved the taste of your blood, the sweet iron melting over his tongue like the most luxurious candy and he loved the taste of you. He loved it to the point it wasn’t a surprise that once you were back on the bed, he was already down, tracing wet kisses along your stomach and straight between your legs.

Your body shivered; sharp jolts of electricity shot from your core as Toji’s tongue pressed flat over your oversensitive, still throbbing clit. You cried out his name, grabbing a handful of his dark locks but instead of pushing him away, your hands pulled him closer and there was no need to invite him further. Your thighs squeezed his head harshly as he was eating you out like it was the first meal he’s got in his life, slurping on the filthy mixture of your juices and his seed, licking and sucking at your swollen tissues and rendering you absolutely unable of any brain functions.

Toji’s strong arm kept your legs open, he was purring into your pussy, quickly getting drunk by the sweet, addictive taste of you. You were his favorite girl, his one and only affair and not because he was so faithful to you. No one could even compare to the way you took him, to the way you perfectly pleased his taste buds, to what you were doing to his own body. He was a lot but you wanted it all.

“Oh my god–“ you whined, cumming all over again, for the nth time feeling your body fall apart underneath his touch and Toji took everything you had like he needed it to stay alive. Sloppily he was licking you through your high, absorbing the heavy trembling of your thighs against his head, the clenching of your hole over his tongue, the jumpiness that resulted from absolute overstimulation.

Satisfied, Fushiguro fell onto the bed next to you, and even out of breath, you were automatically drawn to him, finding your place next to his broad, spotted by countless hickeys chest. He pulled you closer, kissing your lips with hunger and you melted into him; your tongue immediately engaging in a fiery tango with his own. The mixture of tastes made you whimper and although you were sore and exhausted, you still wanted to please him.

Toji purred into the kiss, feeling your warm hand wrapping around his shaft; your dainty fingers barely enveloping his girth, but the way you pumped him was expert. You knew him long enough to know everything that brings him to the edge of pleasure, you were able to render that tower of a man into a moaning mess just with your hands and you loved to abuse that power, because usually it was you who was lost in the feeling to the point of losing the ability of forming words.

You moved your lips lower, peppering the kisses all over his neck and chest, while working your hand up and down his length. You listened to his breath hissing every time you twisted your grip around him, quickly making him rock hard once again and flexing in your grasp. His large hand smoothed over your head and back, sending shivers through your body as he run his fingers down your spine.

“Just like that,” he breathed out; his cock leaking already, reddened tip glistening with white and you picked up the pace a little bit. You could hear how his heart was racing below his ribcage, how his breath became uneven, and you could see how his rock-hard abs were flexing. Every time your nails grazed along the very prominent veins that run along his cock, low, gravelly groans were escaping his throat.

When he cummed, just slightly shaking underneath you, you smiled in victory – satisfied by your achievement of making him so pliable even if just for a moment. The white, hot seed spread over your hand and you raised your head up from his chest, lowering yourself enough to finish the job with your mouth. Slowly pumping him through his high, you licked everything he gave clean, murmuring softly at the salty taste spreading over your mouth.

After that, you two finally were meaning to rest. Buried in his strong body, you allowed your muscles to relax underneath the gentle swipes of his hand over your arm and back. He traced the shapes only he knew what meant all over your delicate skin and you hid into him completely, shamelessly stealing his warmth, trying to force away the thoughts of how it would be to have the entirety of him, not only his body from time to time. You knew him for so long and yet you had no idea who he was as a human – you never really shared much about your personal lives. Was he in relationship and had a child? You had no idea. He might have as well be a paid assassin and you wouldn’t tell, but sometimes you wished to know more about him.

Sometimes visions of just sharing lunch with him invaded your mind. You wanted to cook his favorite meals for him and give him back massages when he overworks himself at the gym. You wanted to brush his hair with your fingers just casually, not only when you have his head between your thighs. You sometimes wondered if that would be too out of place for you to initiate any kind of non-sexual activity with him. You had no idea and no wish to test it out. That day was odd enough, because usually you would just set up a date and time and just meet to fuck. But that day it happened a little differently – you needed a new bed, and it just came in the morning, so you asked Fushiguro if he’d be willing to help you with the montage of it since you really had no one to ask for it and also, you had no place to sleep on. Asking for favors were against the unspoken rules of your affair, but he agreed without second thought, and yes, he not only put the bed all together, but also decided to give it a test while at it. If you were to be sleeping in there, it seemed only natural that he checked its endurance, so you’ll be safe in here.

“So, what’s the rating for my new bed?”, you joked softly, keeping your eyes closed and your head on his chest.

“Not bad, it’s still in one piece,” Toji chuckled, squeezing your shoulder just slightly. “Quite comfy as well.”

“Isn’t it? I needed an upgrade.”

“Desperately. Your old one was miserable, really.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so miserable if not for your strength, Toji,” you accused with fake seriousness in your voice, and his body shook once again with the gentle laughter.

“If a bed cannot take some fucking, what is that even for then,” he asked and you smiled at the point he made.

“Maybe that’s true.”

And then, there was another silence hanging in the air, but it was comfortable. You were resting, dancing on the edge between staying awake and falling asleep and Toji… Toji was there because he wanted to stay. He could have already dress up and leave, but why would he do that when he can just stay with you? Truth is, he also enjoyed time spend with you and for the longest time he contemplated about just asking you out. That day, encouraged by the fact that you asked him for help, he decided to just go for it.

“Wanna go out tomorrow to grab some lunch?”, he asked, his tone as casual as it was physically possible but right underneath your ear, his heart just skipped a beat.

“Sure,” you replied, sounding calm and collected, but underneath his hand, he could feel how for just a moment you tensed. “Wanna stay the night?”

“Yeah.”

[whatlovelybones-if]

There’s a severe lack of Sebas asks, my husband deserves so much love 😤 Can you tell us how he met the MC ? What made him so interested ?

i agree, bonnie 😞 our resident wet cat journalist deserves some love and attention too <3 i’ll just give y’all a not-so-little snippet of the scene in which they met. spoiler warning since this will be present in the game:

‘this is the worst fucking day of my career,’ sebastián thought bitterly.

the clouds thunder heavily in the night. rain drops fall in tandem with the unrelenting wind which makes the trees sway surrounding the road. the whole atmosphere was miserably cold and wet.

every single bone in sebas’s body hurt like crazy. he wonders why the hell did he even try to fight off the muggers, they outnumbered him by a lot and he had multiple cuts and bruises to show for it. darkness threatens to encroach his vision but he fought it off. he knew he’d really end up dead if he let his growing fatigue overpower him.

but hope was dwindling inside him. no one was going to come looking for him. it’s not like he had many friends. the only man he even dared to call a friend had gone missing weeks ago. and now sebastian was going to end up joining him too. the only difference was that they never found henry, while they’d find his body on the side of this abandoned road.

his stomach growls and a weary sigh leaves his body. what he wouldn’t give for a warm meal right now. maybe a bowl of his mom’s homemade chicken soup.

“you’ve been working hard again, mijo,” she’d tut while running her fingers through his shaggy dark hair. “díos mio, you worry your poor mother too much.”

a broken sob threatens to leave his throat. sebas knew he made for a pathetic sight. it was his fault he ended up in this situation after all, and he could not change it no matter what.

the stab wound on the side of his stomach stings and almost makes him blackout as he tries, in vain, to keep it from bleeding out. his assailants had made sure that he couldn’t go for help, even if he tried to crawl to the nearest hospital.

this is it. this is where he dies. this is where the short life of sebastián rafael navarro ends. shivering and sobbing on the side of an abandoned road while he dreams of a warm meal and a life unfulfilled.

suddenly, the screech of a pair of tires halt his increasingly pessimistic musing. he vaguely notices the touch of a gloved hand on his neck and wrist, checking for a pulse. sebastián wonders if he’s already dead and is currently being examined by an angel. he questions himself if they can feel how faint his pulse is, how faint he feels.

sebas hears them curse, and he wonders if angels are allowed to do that. struggling to open his eyes against the onslaught of the rain, he manages to catch a glimpse of a white coat and a face which makes his breath catch in his throat. he decides that his angel theory didn’t seem so ridiculous after all.

“it’ll be okay. i’ll take care of you.”

it is the last thing he hears before he feels himself fall unconscious while the ‘angel’ hauls him up with an unnatural strength and places him on a warm leather seat.

[threepandas]

ANOTHER~: YANDERE!AFO

(But first! Art link! I found the edited version. The ORIGINAL is better VVV)

OKAY, SO...

As I mentioned on my LAST Yandere!Afo? The person Afo most wants to fuck? Is HIMSELF. But NOT as his own equal. God, No. He'd kill that treacherous, no doubt attempting to usurp him, snake in the grass IMMEDIATELY. He's an awful and untrustworthy WRETCH. He would know.

No, no, the man AfO MOST wants to fuck?

Is a slightly to moderately YOUNGER version of himself.

Someone WEAKER. Someone he can OVERPOWER. Watch as they struggle helplessly in his grip. He wants a GAME. To watch them LOSE. See the realization in their eyes, that they've been outmatched all along. Played. That their stubborn pride means NOTHING before him.

He loves himself. Is OBSESSED with himself. But at the same time? Wants to break that other self down and make him? Helpless, pathetic, and dirty.

Submit to him.

Refuse him.

Show him your RAGE.

And? We can argue all day, about whether he is heterosexual, homosexuality, bi or pansexual. A raging narcissist (he is). If he's Ace as FUCK. But? For the purpose of THIS post and prompt? I am commenting upon his boner for himself. His Selfcest aspect. So we're all going to go with it.

He? Wants to Fuck This Man:

This one right here. Biiiiiit older of course, as this is baby faced Teen AfO. But? Twink AfO. Early-mid-late Twenties lookin, "I think I'm an adult but am wildly unprepared to handle the manipulations of a Seasoned Adult" baby faced, arrogant lil shit. Proud and sneering. Disdainful.

THATS the one he wants to slam full force, with super strength, not just down ONTO a flat surface, but THROUGH and right into the ground until it CRATERS. Hold him down by the NECK and choke him slowly as he takes his time. Make him watch as he destroys his precious little suit, his put together appearance, do as he pleases.

See the FURY in his eyes. The hatred. The kindling, obsessive, need for REVENGE.

You have NO idea how many times he's gotten off on that fantasy. Idly kept an eye out for Time and Reality Hopping Quirks. There is, after all, only so much relief quirks and his own touch can provide, in the end. He IS but a man. Even he gets... frustrated.

But? As they say? Every human on earth supposedly has 7 doppelgangers. Especially when you don't FUCKIN DIE. It was bound to happen EVENTUALLY. The right combination of genetics and Quirks. Lightning striking once again.

Perhaps they are distantly related through his mother's unknown family. Perhaps his father's. Impossible to tell. The traits were obviously VERY recessive. But? White hair, familiar eyes. A... "copy" quirk.

The young man is LYING.

Unlike himself, the younger man requires all five fingers touching. A variation of his own. Dressed sharply, he is a vicious lawyer. One with a preference for the poor, discriminated, underclasses. Those with DANGEROUS Quirks. Useful ones.

He greets everyone with a firm, American style, handshake.

AfO is ENTRACED. How many HUNDREDS must he have by now? A net, thrown to collect indiscriminately, until something useful appears? Does he piece them together? The weaker quirks? CAN he? Like AfO? Can only take or can he give as well? But, ah, why SHOULD he?

A little demon prince, pretending to be the benevolent hero. The white knight on shining steed. Here to save the day. How GREATFUL they all are! Afo laughs and laughs. Oh, how it takes him back.

And? They never see him coming. How could they? He is a ghost of a shadow, hidden in the dark. They think they are unique! Their own special brand of predator. Unaware there is something bigger, meaner, hunting THEM.

I imagine AfO has ALOT of fun.

But! That's for part two!

[yveni]

Is this my best writing? No. Is this the stupidest thing I have ever written? Also no.

Here’s Kipps vs. Doof for everyone’s enjoyment.

!!VOTE FOR KIPPS!!

It had been a slow walk away from his hour of defeat. His legs could hardly hold him, and though he knew his rapier was there at his hip, tapping against his thigh, he hardly registered it.

Quill felt shame and rage already beginning to torment his thoughts. Victory was right there, he had held it in his grasp.

But in the end, he wasn’t enough. In the end, the green sack of felt had overpowered him.

His chest heaved as he held back a desolate sob, dragging his weary feet slowly and painfully away from the sound of his foe still gloating over his pain.

How could he stand to face anyone again? He never thought he would feel more humiliated than when he had begun losing his talents, but here he was, brought to defeat by a frog.

God, even Cubbins is less pathetic than I am. He berated himself. Even-

His spiraling self-loathing was cut off by a voice in the distance. He looked up, and could barely make out a… man?

His groaning feet brought him closer. He could see a long, white coat, and yes, a man. He was shaking his fist at the sky, a scratchy voice shouting, “Curse you, Ingo!“

And then silence.

They both stood still as they registered one another. They could’ve been the same height, Quill wasn’t sure, the man was hunched. He wore a long white lab coat, but it was dirtied and tousled. This man had been in battle recently too. He looked far less broken and weary, obviously his fight hadn’t been as intense as Quill’s had been.

“Oh, hello.” The scratchy voice broke the silence, “I didn’t see you there. Come, sit down.”

He was beckoning Quill closer, towards an area that was furnished with a full dining set. “Forgive me, this isn’t my usual set up, I’m normally much more prepared for company. You see…”

The man’s words began to jumble in Quill’s mind. He needed to rest, and he didn’t have the energy or the will to be suspicious at all. He found himself settling into the closest seat, his body aching but singing at the relief. He allowed himself to refocus on the man. “- So, that’s why I’ve always wanted to have one of my own.”

Quill had completely missed whatever story had just been told, he stared at the man blankly. Suddenly remembering he had manners, Quill opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.

“Say, that’s an interesting contraption you’ve got around your neck, what do you call it?”

Quill looked down at the Orpheus lenses that hung loosely at his throat. “Erm, I don’t call them anything in particular. They’re just my goggles.”

The man seemed disappointed, but shrugged, “I have a few contraptions of my own, for instance…” He pulled a remote with a single button out of his coat pocket. He smiled as he pressed it, and out of nowhere, Quill found his chest being pressed against the back of the chair, his ankles shoved to insides of the chair legs. The man let out a triumphant shout.

“What?” He struggled against the pressure, trying and failing to release himself from the metal bonds that now captured him. He couldn’t even reach his rapier.

The man threw his head back in a gleeful laugh, “I wasn’t sure if that one would work, you were a very easy target.” His tone remained conversational and light, only angering Kipps even more.

Angering him enough to make him want to fight again. He looked around desperately for some way to release himself from the binds as the man continued rambling on.

The remote with the button that had triggered the trap lay atop the table Quill sat at. Slowly, he managed to scoot and maneuver his chair as close as he could get to it. He waited until the man’s back was turned, and then thrust his head against the button, praying that it meant his release and not further entrapment.

The force of the impact rang in his brain, Quill instinctively raised his hand to the spot of the pressure.

Oh.

His hand was free. He was free.

He pounced up as quickly as he could, unsheathing his rapier, and pointing it toward his new enemy.

The man turned around, his friendly smile wavering into a look of startlement. “Hey, how did you get out?”

Quill found himself smiling, he was going to enjoy this.

-

@krash-and-co tagging you cause I know you’d enjoy this

@favcharacterpoll never did I ever think I’d write fic for a tumblr poll, but here we both are

[faberown]

These are the lyrics of the second song in the story, entitled "My Hell is forever", sung by Adam and Charlie in a duet. The music is a combination of the following songs:

-) Hell is forever (Hazbin Hotel)

-) You didn't know (Hazbin Hotel)

-) Hell is forever, Lute version (cover by MilkyyMelodies, YouTube)

-) Later never comes (A Christmas Carol, Netflix version)

-) Where is the justice (Death Note: the musical)

Context: Charlie has finally managed to have a real conversation with Adam, who is finally starting to realize his mistakes, but despite this he tries to resist reality because he is scared of it. Charlie, knowing that the way she expresses best is singing, introduces him to a duet in which they both try to overpower each other, and in which the princess finally manages to break through the defense that Adam has built around his heart.

You can find the song at this chapter:

(CHARLIE)

When you met her, you were set free;

the love of the two of you was plain to see.

She asked you to not let you dominate by fear,

but that's exactly what you are doing here.

You suffered for my parents' malice

and now you want your justice;

and you want those followed you in this crusade

continuing to mantain that facade.

You are hoping that it will stop your and their pain,

but how much peace gave you shed blood like rain?

You want so much stop suffering, but how much time you already lost?

Stop this madness now, don't let your humanity vanish like a ghost!

Take your destiny into your own hands,

and stop letting everything stay as the case stands!

(ADAM)

Stop talking about such a stupid dream,

you're filling with sugar my bloodstream.

Do you really think you can understand

the pain of the people that faced evil firsthand?

Stop this presumption, you don't know,

the sensation of giving your tormentor the deathblow.

You said that is possible to forgive,

and do you expect that everyone will answer in the affirmative?

You are just deluded,

such option was long excluded.

I am a man tired of this bullshit,

do you hope that I can let live a culprit,

refusing justice to the people they destroyed?

I'll never do such a thing, and you're really turning me annoyed!

(CHARLIE)

Where is the justice when you can't allow them to be free?

Why you just want to lock them up and throw away the key?

I can see only anger burning in your eyes!

(ADAM)

What you see is my impatience with your pathetic compromise!

(CHARLIE)

Show me what’s right about the wrongs that you allow,

sinners and winners need to be helped here and now!

This whole damn system’s broken way has to be repair!

There is not much good and seldom fair,

it’s just law, not law and justice,

it just allows to more malice!

(ADAM)

Laws were made for everyone, we're treated all the same!

(CHARLIE)

Until your own delusion can fix the blame!

What about the victims of every Extermination?

All of them died without even knowing the reason of their damnation!

What about the people unable to see their sin,

all of them eliminated without free that love under their skin?

What about the families and parents scared

that one day an angel will come and take their children if they'll be unprepared?

All of them afraid to walk the street at night

with all their doors locked tight!

Tell me where is the justice?

If there is any justice!

(ADAM)

Your simple arguments have all been made before,

but nothing ever change because

the world is exactly like that,

there is no need to do the math,

the rules are black and white,

there is no use in try to fight!

When it is said and done,

I guess we had a good run,

but as long as I'm still breathing

the count of demons I'll be decreasing!

(CHARLIE)

Where is the justice in such statement?

Can't you see that all you do is just for amusement?

Let the Exorcists make the regulations,

let them kill who they want and decide our relations!

Let the angels get away with assassination,

let them believe that this is some sort of righteous compensation!

Let Heaven spend their time to talk,

while you and others turn into killers and are free to walk!

Tell me where is the justice?

If there is any justice!

You continue to say that Hell is forever,

but your arguments are not very clever!

(ADAM)

I said Hell is forever whether you like it or not,

meant to keep them in that hole where they all should have rot!

But now with what you have been achieved

they'll stupidly believe they can succed

into turning in angels and going in the Heaven above!

Never I will let them,

Are they worth of God's love?

I don't care a damn,

I just want them boil in their pot!

Even if you will be able to gain the Heaven's trust,

Convince them your project is worth

And let the souls toss back and forth

Why should I forget who ruined us?

(CHARLIE)

Because this is wrong and you know that it is,

how many people you let cry for this?

They're villains, they're sinners,

but if help they can be winners,

so why it has to be cut and dry,

an eye for an eye?

Stop continuing insist and close your door,

open it and go beyond, let forgiveness fill your core!

I'm sorry for you, is this not enough?

You delude yourself too much, stop continue to fuck up!

Killing will ever make your pain go away?

If you continue like this you'll always be blocked halfway!

(ADAM)

Why should I listen to you, who do you think you are?

You're nothing for me, are you aware?

Nothing more that the spawn of the man that took me all I had,

and that damned woman which thought makes me turning mad!

All the plans Eve and I had made,

and the time that we spent

potting a new family day,

and now you're trying to tell me that this is how should end?

Me, forgiving, that give you a stair,

for your people to climb and I that welcome them with a good whisky rye?

This isn't fair,

I won't said goodbye!

(CHARLIE)

Look at yourself,

so angry and hateful,

stop kid yourself,

yours is not justice, you're just being vengeful!

A monster I called you,

someone which I can have no affinity,

but now that I'm front of you,

I can only feel great pity.

You are a bringer of pain,

you killed people, you slaughtered a ton,

and you hope in vain,

that this will give you back your wife and son?

You keep eating ribs,

hoping to feel Eve in you again,

but you are only telling yourself fibs,

this only will give you more pain!

(ADAM)

The fuck are you saying!?

(CHARLIE)

The plain truth, you know it!

(ADAM)

Do you think that this will convince me stop my slaying!?

(CHARLIE)

Yours is just a delusion, stop believe in it!

(ADAM)

And if so? Why should I?

What would change otherwise?

(CHARLIE)

You could be better, and you may like it!

(ADAM)

I just want to go down to Hell and purge it!

(CHARLIE)

And next? What will you do?

You'll just wait for new sinners, that's what you'll do!

When you'll be satisfied? When you'll be happy?

(ADAM)

Stop being so sappy!

Hell is forever whether you like or not,

they had their chance to behave better and now they boil in their pot,

because the rules are black and white,

there's no use in trying to fight it,

they're burning for their lives until we kill them again!

(CHARLIE)

But Hell is not forever and now you know it a lot,

so give up your dumb endeavor, because you don't have a shot!

They had a new chance to be better,

I won't leave them in your pot, jar or barretter!

Because I'll make all the rules right,

I won't let you room to fight,

I'll help them change their lives

until they'll be happy again!

You said Hell is forever

and it's meant to suck a lot,

well that's all is starting to change

because now they do have a shot!

You may refuse to see this day,

but if you'll try to stop me I'll make you pay,

I will carry on my mission

no matter the condition!

If Hell is forever than Heaven must be a lie...

(ADAM)

So should I let the demons stay unable to die!?

(CHARLIE)

... because the rules are shades of gray

when you don't do as you say,

when you make the wretched suffer

just to kill them again!

(ADAM)

Shut that fucking mouth of yours!

You keep repeating that for hours!

I don't need your condescension,

I'm not a demon that search redemption!

You dare to say damnation is just pretension?

How can you have such presumption?

Do you think you have higher morals than the ones I'm purveying!?

(CHARLIE)

That's what the fuck I've been saying!

IF HELL IS FOREVER THAN HEAVEN MUST BE A LIE!

(ADAM)

Stop it!

(CHARLIE)

IF THE MOST RIGHTEOUS ANGEL REFUSE TO HELP AND REMAIN IN THE SKY!

(ADAM)

I swear that if you say another word...!

(CHARLIE)

YOU DELUDE YOURSELF IN THE RIGHT,

THAT'S WHY YOU CONTINUE TO FIGHT...

(ADAM)

Shut the fuck up!

(CHARLIE)

BUT YOU'RE JUST RUNNING AWAY

AND REPEATING YOUR MISTAKES AGAIN!

(ADAM)

I SAID STOP IT! HELL IS FOREVER WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!

(CHARLIE)

THAT IS NOT TRUE, IT'S JUST YOU THAT DON'T WANT TO GIVE THEM A SHOT!

(ADAM)

THE RULES ARE BLACK AND WHITE!

(CHARLIE)

FOR THE GRAY WE COULD FIGHT!

(ADAM)

THEY'RE BURNING FOR THEIR LIVES...!

(CHARLIE)

BECAUSE YOU ARE ABANDONNING THEM AGAIN!

(ADAM)

Close that mouth, you devilish bitch,

I have no interest in listening to a sinful witch!

(CHARLIE)

I think that you are just afraid,

you refuse to give me your aid

because you don't want to accept you're wrong,

you are overcome of guilty but you want to stay strong!

Help me, and let me help you,

maybe I cannot heal you but I can give you a clue,

remember who you are, the Father of Humanity,

so stop this abnormality,

those sinners are you family too,

you can't kill them again!

You are letting your fear impose on you this badness,

your refusal is nothing but madness.

You continue to search for something, a means to escape that pain,

but the way of revenge will always be vain.

You continue to say no because you want to be right,

but that pride won't give you anything else than more fight;

please stop saying no and open your heart,

and make of forgiveness your art!

Take my hand, stop saying no and fly free,

by now you too must agree!

No more no, you know that's a lie,

don't let other of your children die!

The longer you wait the more you can miss that chance,

this is not time to rely on perseverance,

you can still have love but later you can lose that again,

and once again you'll return to your pain,

even if it is difficult you must welcome everyone here heartily,

you promised her... that you would have protected your FAMILY!

(ADAM)

You don't know what you are asking me.

(CHARLIE)

I don't. But I can try to understood.

(ADAM)

Let them ascend would meant make everyone happy except me.

(CHARLIE)

And is this more important than your fatherhood?

(ADAM)

Fatherhood? How can I think about it,

when I already failed once?

How can I think about reuniting the family a bit,

when I already lost once?

How can you ask me justice,

when I never met my justice?

How can I give this sinners a chance,

when my wife and son never had one?

What do you hope to get from this man,

that nothing good did in his lifespan?

I said Hell is forever, and you said Heaven is a lie;

well both of us were right,

it was clear at first sight...

Because MY Hell is forever... and MY Heaven is a lie

[belit0]

 I'm hunting you, Izuna - Tobirama's version

No, Betas don't exist in this verse Dark Tobidrama!

Pairing: Alpha Tobirama / Omega Izuna.

We define life in black and white, simple. Well, not for Izuna, since his anatomy decided it would be inappropriate to present a status ruling by the age they normally suit it for.

Now the young Uchiha is in his twenties, and he still doesn't know what he is. People present as Alphas when being nine, in Omegas' case at twelve. As for Izuna, no hint of anything appeared, branding him as the odd case of the Uchiha clan.

It really is frustrating. Everyone talks about heat and love, marks and deep close relationships, bites and rut... Izuna can't get involved in any conversation, as he doesn't know about all that world. Never aware of whether he would be an Alpha or an Omega, he neither bothered to understand their habits. It left him in the middle, where no other case like his exists.

Everyone expected he would present a dominant status. After all, they know Uchihas for the large number of Alphas populating the clan. Only Senju compete with them, having a similar or even higher number of Alphas.

But as the years passed, hopes were disappearing, leaving room for doubt and fear. What would happen if Izuna never presents as anything? What would be his future? His destiny?

Izuna himself had felt pressured by these concerns as a teenager, but growing up, he understood there is much more in life than just two popular branches. While the unknown is scary, it opens an immense window of opportunities.

He had a hard time imagining what people meant by "scent". Many complained about Madara's overpowering aroma, a hostile and frightening fragrance for anyone. He couldn't wrap his head around it, because when he inhaled, his brother smelled of shampoo and clean clothes, as usual since he was a child.

Those special smell everyone described were imperceptible to his senses, and in a way he was grateful for it, for the disgusted face Tobirama makes when Hashirama goes to work while in heat doesn't leave much to be desired.

Izuna can deduce Alphas loathe the sensations other Alphas generate, while whatever an Omega releases into the air, whichever it is, is highly pleasurable. Every time he asks and demands a description, an explanation conducive to a rational concept in his mind, no one can answer him.

No one can explain the physical sensations of a heat, of what it feels like to be marked, of what it feels like to smell someone you are very fond of.

Eventually, the Uchiha understands answers to his questions will not come. He does not belong to that world. The only missing link in the chain, he must learn to deal with it.

Immersed in these depressing thoughts, he finds himself while Aniki and both Senju brothers argue in front of him, the four of them sitting in Hashirama's office while ignoring a monumental amount of work.

He only snaps out of his dark haze of self-pity when Tobirama's voice stops aggressively addressing Madara, changing the subject drastically.

"Do you smell that?"

"You're not getting away from this discussion with a foolish and poor distraction-" Uchiha leader tries simply to be interrupted before finishing.

"I mean it. Don't you sense it?" the white-haired man goes again.

"Your brother is pathetic." Madara resolves addressing Hashirama gravely.

"There's a scent, you futile fool. Inhale."

"I feel nothing, Senju."

"Anija?"

"Scent? Tobi, I can’t smell anything with those suppressants you're forcing me to take."

"Don't you dare put the blame on me with you being the one who neglects keeping track of his rut."

"You're both pathetic." Madara corrects, looking up at the ceiling.

“What does it smell like, exactly?” Izuna tries on a desperate chance to get answers.

“Well... it’s like something... beckoning you. As if someone placed your favorite meal in the next room and you cannot fathom the source of the scent, but you sense it. Need to devour is there.”

“Oh... sure, right, yeah... sounds to me like I don’t want to be you right now, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.” Younger Uchiha gives up on trying to grasp onto this strange world. He rises from his seat in front of Hashirama’s desk, but as he turns around, Madara’s voice stops him.

“Izuna...?”

“Aniki?”

Following his older brother’s eyes, his vision fixes on the chair he was occupying moments ago, being completely stunned at what he finds there. The seat is covered with a clear liquid, texture that presumes to be sticky from how densely it drips to the floor.

Only then do his hands have the reflex to touch his backside, feeling this wet sensation through his clothes. It is incredible to think he did not notice it until now, and he cannot understand where it came from. His eyes widen in panic at the thought of something being wrong with him, a strange thing happening to his body, when a growl bursts onto the scene.

It sounds animalistic and comes directly from Tobirama’s chest, who is now standing and leaning back on the desk while resting both hands on the surface. Long fangs suddenly grow out of his mouth, his eyes turn completely red and ten claws cover his fingers. A true predator.

An Alpha eyeing its prey.

Common sense seems to have completely abandoned the white-haired man, who cannot speak any words unless it is an incoherent sound. Despite Hashirama’s futile attempts to calm him down, the Senju does not back away, his gaze fixed on Izuna.

It is Madara who leaps from his seat and scoops his younger brother into his arms, carrying him as he jumps out the window and flees at full speed away from the other Alphas.

“Aniki?!”

"Of as many moments you could choose to present your status, you had to do it in a room full of Alphas!"

Madara leaps from rooftop to rooftop in desperation, knowing he must hurry if they want to beat the fastest man in the whole damn village on the run.

Who is precisely chasing them.

Several Alphas raise their noses to the air in order to feel Izuna's scent, which seems to suddenly spread all over the place, and the Uchiha leader knows Konoha is not safe anymore.

Their course changes towards the forest, shooting different fire techniques at their feet, so Tobirama loses time behind them.

"Aniki what's going on?!"

"You're a damn Omega, Otouto. Congratulations! We could toast with some Sake for the news if we didn't have a Senju trying to hunt you down!"

"But how can that be?! Why aren't you affected?!"

Jumping, blowing fire, talking and carrying his younger brother would be a nuisance if Madara didn't have the goal of protecting the precious cargo in his arms.

"Does it look like I have answers?! I don't know, Izuna. Maybe because I''m used to your scent? I don't notice any difference in you!"

"But you're carrying me, even though I can use my legs perfectly!"

"Yeah... alright... but... shut the fuck up and do some thinking!"

"Aniki let go of me! It's my rival! I know how to deal with him, I've been doing it for years!"

"No."

"Aniki!"

"I said no!"

"Aniki let me go!"

"I'm not letting go of my Omega-"

Madara will argue later, having mistaken his words because of the branch which hits him right in the forehead, making him fall unconscious to the ground from the height.

Izuna might feel guilty for leaving his big brother there on the forest floor, but he has a hunter to run from, and there's no time to waste. He quickly stands up, thanking fate that branch wasn't in his path as his legs shoot out at an even faster speed than the Uchiha leader.

In his thighs the stickiness is unpleasant, but he is a Shinobi, and knows he must assert himself in any adversity if he wants to survive.

The Senju was always faster than him, but at least he's not using that stupid technique he recently created, the one he keeps bragging about. Looking slightly back, the black-haired man can swear his hunter is running on all fours, and he's getting closer and closer.

A kunai brushes his cheek and the matter becomes more serious, almost grave, a sense of danger plaguing his body.

Izuna didn't regard this game as unsafe, he thought the Senju was having fun. The Uchiha never saw an Alpha's reaction to a newly presented Omega.

Suddenly, Izuna runs because he really wants to escape, not because he wants to win a competition who thought friendly with Tobirama.

"LEAVE ME ALONE SENJU!"

The shout is almost desperate, and the only reply is growls sounding nearer and nearer.

Hours ago, the Uchiha was not for this world, simply a mistake. Now, by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he is about to lose everything he earned minutes ago.

He is not ready for that.

A seal sticks on his clothes and his entire body is paralyzed, making him fall hard to the ground. All he can do is insult his hunter as the latter walks menacingly towards him, enjoying the sight of his captured prey.

"Who would have thought... Uchiha Izuna an Omega..."

"Let go of me now and I might not cut your head off, Senju!"

Though his words are laced with venom, fear runs deep under his skin, anxiety whispering in his ear that it is over.

"Why should I spare you when it cost me trouble to hunt you down, Omega?"

"Don't call me that, I have a name!"

And what the Uchiha certainly didn't expect is the slap he receives at that retort. His face turns from the impact and Tobirama's hand mark is clear on his white skin.

"We'll work on your fashions and mannerisms. Nothing beyond fixing, Omega. We shall now proceed to that which concerns us."

The Senju's fangs glint impeccably as he crouches down beside Izuna, leaning over him and going right for his neck. The Uchiha knows what's coming, he's seen too many people bitten to not understand.

"WA-IT! WA-AIT! How... how come you reacted... so fast?! to what happened in your brother's office?!"

Talking won't buy him much time, but if only Madara would wake up and show at the right moment....

"It's simple, Uchiha. Your older brother always bears a scent far too sweet to be his own. It took me a while to deduce it was yours, but it became clear as you made a mess of your seat."

"Ah... ah... and how-"

"Enough, Izuna. I know you too well as to play your games."

Is the last thing he hears as Tobirama closes on him, digging his fangs in.

That day Izuna loses many things, but gains one. One he never asked for and never wanted.

An Alpha.

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Draco Malfoy x Nezuko Kamado’s twin-sister! Slytherin! Muggle-born! Reader (feat. Muzan Kibutsuji x Nezuko Kamado’s twin-sister! Slytherin! Muggle-born! Reader; Good ending)

Angel of Darkness Au part 2: A witch's anger 🔥

Warnings: Mentions of Death, neglect, torture, use of protego diobolica and attempted murder

(A/N: Crossover with the current timeline and Muzan of the alternative timeline feelings towards Y/n is only one-sided.)

The Slytherin lady and the chosen one were lock in a ferocious duel however being trained by her father at a young age she easily overpowered Harry. She later apperated back to where her pathetic excuse of a brother was. It continues as they were trying to kill the man she saw earlier, but oddly strange he is not easy to kill.

Y/n then sees someone she hasn't seen in a very long time. Her duel against Harry was almost an hour. She recognize her sister who is about to turn back into a human approaching for their brother. The Slytherin lady then flies to her into a black mist. Through those moments Nezuko was turning back into a human from her gaining the memories when she was a demon. Her memories when she was human. The night Muzan Kibutsuji killed her mother and her other siblings while Tanjiro is away. She later regain back her identity. When this happened, Y/n appears in front of her while her twin looks in shock. “Y/n??” she asks as the Slytherin lady smirks. “Hello, Nezuko...” she says in a monotone.

While this is going on. Tanjiro, the Hashira, and Tamayo then continue to fought against Muzan. The Demon King was far too strong. With Y/n and Nezuko with the Slytherin girl then pointing her wand at her. “Tanjiro can say goodbye to his precious favorite sister....” she then says as she was about to cast a spell. That is until she hears a the sound of a biwa as diverts her attention towards where her pathetic excuse of a brother was. Shoji doors were at the bottom of him and everyone. They some them open making each slayer fall and of course Muzan and Tamayo. Nezuko scream calling out to their brother while the Slytherin lady smirks before turning into black mist following them. This is going to be interesting however what she didn't know Draco and Harry witnessed everything unfolded as they were surprise as they decide to ask help from someone but not somebody back in their home dimension but rather those from a different timeline. They then made their way to the gate way leading to the alternative timeline.

5 minutes later....

They found themselves on America?! The Wizarding World in this country is more strict back on England. They found themselves at a mansion. Harry and Draco say two figures the first being similar to their Y/n except she seems calm and the other similar to the man they saw from before except he has white hair. The two then notice them as the Slytherin lady's look alike look at her in surprise. “Potter, Draco I didn't expect you would come around here.” she says as the man beside her glares daggers at the blonde Slytherin as if he wants to kill him. Y/n then notice this as she narrows her eyes at him. “Dear, no....” she says in a warning tone.

He then huffs as he crosses his arms. The Slytherin lady sighs. “Sorry, about my husband. Draco, you shouldn't have come. You knew how much Muzan wants to kill you.” she then carefully says as the two look at them surprise. Wait? The man who stand right beside her was her husband in this timeline and not to mention he wants to kill Draco’s counterpart in this timeline. For what reason?

Harry then clears his throat. “Actually we are not the way you know. We are actually from another timeline and we need your help.” he says as this time Y/n and Muzan are surprise. The Slytherin lady then read their minds while the former Demon King then sniff them to see if they are telling the truth to which they are. The chosen one and the blonde Slytherin start to explain about the timeline they came from to which Y/n and Muzan frown. “A timeline where father died and I gotten crazy trying to kill everyone in mine and my husband's home dimension. Just to make them feel the pain I felt.” the Slytherin lady then says as her husband hums. “So in your timeline I was one of the people that my wife's counterpart wants to be killed. Well, that's strange and a bit upsetting.” he says as he refers to the last part that his counterpart didn't knew Y/n. “We only need your help, Y/n. In other to stop the version of yourself from our timeline on what she was doing.” Draco then says as he looks down. “We also need your father's help as well. I know he's the only one who can calm you both down when you're angry.” Harry adds as the two were surprise. “You need mine and my father's help?” The Slytherin lady then questions as the two then nod. Y/n sighs before they then took a portkey to England. Pretty much they appear at the forest when no one could see them. When they came to the location they arrived at Spinner's End.

The former Potions Master then notices them. “Y/n, Muzan...” He says a bit surprise to see his daughter and son-in-law. He later notice Harry and Draco. “You and Draco as well, Potter.” Severus then finishes as he crosses his arms. The Slytherin lady alongside with her husband looks at him. “Dad, we need your help.” she then says.

They then explain to the former Potions Master about what's going on. At that Severus cross his arms. “So in this alternative timeline. I died, Y/n’s counterpart wanting to kill the people in her and her husband’s home dimension. With my son-in-law’s counterpart not knowing my daughter and of course was one of the people she wants to kill.” he then says as slowly starts taking the information that he was given. “Figuring that my daughter's counterpart wouldn't be able to calm down if it was herself trying to understand. Well, she seems to calm down around me.” He then adds. The chosen one then looks at him. “Will you help us, sir? We can't risk of losing her.” he pleads.

The former Potions Master then thought for a moment before he then sighs. “Alright, I'll help you.” he then answers as that made the two males look relieved that Snape of this timeline is able to help them. Muzan then looks at his wife. “Are you sure you don't want me to come along?” he asks as he holds her hands. Y/n then gives him sad look. “I really want you to come but we couldn't risk about your other self to know that you were my soulmate and the part that were married. As we know our counterparts don't know each other.” she then says as Muzan sighs they have a choice. “Alright, but promise you'll come back safe.” he says. “I will. I promise.” the Slytherin lady then says.

Afterwards, they then open the gateway to the other timeline. The former Demon King hopes that his wife would be safe. To where Y/n’s counterpart was, they then end up in a place that has a lot rooms and shoji doors everywhere like a big maze. Harry was surprise to know that the Slytherin lady he knew would follow her brother here. As they then observe from a far to see Demon Slayers attacking Lower Moon Demons at easily cutting off each Demons head. From a far they also Y/n (Bad ending) torturing a Demon Slayer who dare stand in her way from making her brother suffer the pain she felt.

Y/n (Good ending) and Severus have invisibility cloaks around them to avoid anyone from knowing that they are around. Throughout each battle in the Infinity Fortress, the Slytherin Lady (Bad Ending) attempt to kill everyone but she was thwarted by unknown to her (her other self from another timeline). However, unknowingly the Demon King saw her every attempts but he wasn't mad. Quite the opposite he knew she wants to kill Tanjiro to make him regret for sacrificing her to save himself and his other siblings.

After each, Upper moon was killed but Nakime and Kaiguku are the last of them. However, Y/n (Bad Ending) continue her attempts to kill everyone but she was still thwarted. Her several attempts made Muzan feel something he hadn't felt before. He somehow found himself falling in love with the Kamado’s so-called black sheep. Not only those attempts to make everyone suffer her pain that she felt. The Demon King was later confront by Tanjiro and Giyū. “Persistent.” He then says not feeling any regret for killing a lot of innocent people. “You’re all seriously persistent. And it bores me.” He adds as the that stun the two Demon Slayers. “It sickens me from the bottom of my heart. Whenever you open your mouth, you only remember that one dumb motion about avenging your parents, kids, or siblings.” Muzan later admits as Tanjiro still looks stunned by what he's saying. “What are you saying?" He then asks at the Demon King look at him. “Look at it this way, being killed by me is the same as encountering a great calamity. You can't get revenge on natural disasters. No matter how many lives it takes away, rain, winds, volcanic eruptions, and earthquakes. You don't need to think hard about it.” He then says as the two Demon Slayers just remain silent. “You can't bring dead humans back to life. Why not stop fussing over this issue all the time and quietly live to earn your daily wages. Why can't you do that? Most humans live that life. The Demon Slayers are an assembly of deviants. There's only a reason and I'm tired of dealing with deviants. I'm the only one really wants to put an end to all this.” Muzan then says. There was a long period of silence. Before Tanjiro could says something the three of them were interrupted when someone cackle. Black mist then came around and stood in the other side of the room it later then morph to Y/n (Bad Ending) as she looks at the three of them with her eyes narrowed. The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then looks at the Demon King. “You have no shame. To me losing my father even though we aren't related by blood. He treated me decently and some people in the Wizarding World too. I no longer return to this world considering on how greedy, arrogant, and selfish they are towards me. Just taking things for granted.” She then rants before looking at her pathetic excuse of a brother. “Since the day I was sacrifice. I was really a fool to wait you, the rest of our so-called ‘family’, and everyone else to notice me but only paying attention Nezuko. That day change everything for me. Throughout the years I was living with my father, the hate I felt towards everyone here continue to grow. When Dad was still alive I have no intention to return here to get revenge on everyone. Even though, I've been familiar with the Unforgivable Curses and the Dark arts spells he taught me. I've only used them when necessary.” Y/n (Bad Ending) then says as the three look at surprise.

The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then narrows her eyes. “Vengeance is mine. You and Nezuko don't deserve to live a peaceful life...” she then says to Tanjiro.

Giyū then looks at the burgundy-haired boy. “Keep your guard up.” he then tells. Y/n (Bad Ending) was about to cast a spell before somebody disarm her wand like earlier. The daughter of Severus Snape (Bad Ending) then growls to see who did it. The person then remove the invisibility cloak. She and the other three were surprise. It was Y/n (Good ending), Draco then came around. “You really need to stop. I know what you're feeling right now. But, father's death really affected you to the point you want to get your revenge on everyone here.” The Slytherin lady (Good ending) then says as her other self then grit her teeth. “Nice try, Harry....” she then says. Y/n (Good ending) then sighs. “You really think this is someone under the guise of polyjuice potion but I am actually you from another timeline.” She then took a pause. “A timeline where father is alive....” The Slytherin lady (Good ending) says that made double then pick up her wand as she kept her head down. “A timeline.... Father is still alive, huh? Well, that's something is going to make me mad here.” she then says as she looks up. The blonde Slytherin then looks at her. “Y/n, you need to stop what you're doing. This isn't the way...” he then says. The Slytherin lady (Good ending) then stood next to him. “He’s right you need to stop. Revenge is not going to make you feel better. It's just going to make things worse.” she then says.

Tanjiro then slowly walk up but he maintain his distance from his other younger sister. “Y/n, please you have to stop this." He then says as the daughter of Severus Snape (Bad Ending) then glares at him. “Well, I would be with you right now if you were to treat me decently. But none of you never deserve my forgiveness and kindness.” she then says before then places her hand against the bottom of her left eye. “I got this scar because of you that day and of course the hatred started to grow there. So I have a hard time trusting anyone except some people.” Y/n (Bad Ending) then rants.

The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then continues to glare at her brother. “Ever since, father adopted me. I only felt resentment towards everyone here in this world. I take a lot after father but I never let everyone’s words ruin me but unlike you. I have friends and people who care about me for who I am. Severus Snape was my father and having the same filthy blood as you and Nezuko make me hate other Muggle-borns at school. I disregard the Kamado last name and embrace the surname Snape. Everyone in Slytherin like being around me despite my status as a Muggle-born as I'm different from the rest. Everyone (except Pansy Parkinson).” she then adds as her brother keeps his guard up but he was ridden with guilt on the inside.

The Demon Slayer stares at his sister. “Y/n” He calls out as he feels the guilt of ignoring his beloved sister. “I'm sorry” He says making his sister scoff. “Your pleadings are no use to me now.” She says bitterly.

Draco then narrows his eyes at Tanjiro. “No matter how many times you apologize to her. It's not going to work. You really don't know her as much as I did growing up with her.” he then says. He then the others later here huff as they look at her. “Do you know me, Draco? Well, you don't know much about me.” she then says as the blonde Slytherin looks at her worriedly. Y/n (Good ending) knew that the thought of losing her father horrifies her, but in her timeline she was able to save him on time. However in this one she didn't. That's the reason why her other self was desperate to take her revenge on everyone in the dimension she originally came from.

“It may escape the notice of all of you. But life is unfair.” The Slytherin lady (Bad Ending) then says as she looks at the Demon King. “Life is not the way as we see it as there are times things go out of our control. Life is cruel. Fate is cruel. It's not always we get what we want.” she then adds as it seem to anger Muzan but it didn't but he was rather stun instead of being angry which never happened before. “She really takes after her father.” The blonde Slytherin then mutters. Y/n (Good ending) then gives her other self a sympathetic look. “Father’s death really affected you....” She says in a sad tone as the Slytherin lady (Bad Ending then turn to look at her. “You have no idea.....” she then says. Giyū then looks at her. “You need to stop this stupid revenge as it wasn't worth it.” he says as that anger the daughter of Severus Snape (Bad ending). The Slytherin lady (Good ending) sighs as she narrows her eyes at the Water Hashira. “You are not helping. It only made it worse.” she then says as her other self seems angry. “Stupid? Stupid?! What's so stupid about to make everyone in this world to feel the pain I felt?!” she then snaps.

Draco knew he had stop her. “This has to stop now. What ever it is you're going through. We'll fix together, me and you. Just like we've always done.” he then sang as that made Y/n (Bad ending) look at him. “No! This has to stop now. This thing where you think that you've been my friend. And don't even hear how you condescend. The way you've always done.” She then sang not wanting to listen to her childhood friend. The burgundy hair has to do something. “Y/n, listen.” he then starts. “I’m listening.” She then answers when her brother does it. “I know it isn't true.” Tanjiro then sang. “Isn’t it?” She mockingly questions. “Just look into my eyes now.” he then sings as his sister avoids looking at him. “Well?” she then says. “I know you feel it too.” The burgundy-haired boy then sang. “Perhaps I do.” she then sings as she looks at him coldly. “Y/n, listen.” Tanjiro then sings. “I’m listening.” she then says as she crosses her arms while rolling her eyes. “I swear it's not too late.” He then sings while keeping his eyes on her. “So before another line gets crossed and everything we've had is lost. Just.... wait.” He sings as the word ‘Wait’ made her to immediately look at him in disbelief before she frowns. “No, I won't wait.” she mutters before Y/n (Bad ending) then proceeds walking in between her pathetic excuse of a brother, Water Hashira, and the Demon King. She then looks at Tanjiro and Giyū. “There’s a line between the winners,” she starts before looking at Muzan. “and the losers.” she finishes before turning to look at her other self and Draco. “There’s a line between the chosen and the rest.” she then sings as she looks to the side. “And I've done the best I could, but I always known where we stood.” she then sings before looking down at her shoes. “Me here with the luckless.” The Slytherin lady sings before she then looks at her brother and the Water Hashira. “You there with the blessed and line between the beggers and the choosers.” she then sings before she turn around to face the Demon King. “Is a line you've never let quite ignore.” she sings then looks up at the ceiling before reaching out with her hand. “How I've tried to jump that great divine but I've never got the chances you were given.” she sings before turning to look at Tanjiro once more. “You don't how much I've been denied. Well, I'm not being patient anymore.” she then sings before she raises her arm with her wand in her hand and casts the spell which is just as dangerous as Fiendfyre. The Protego Diobolica spell. “I’m crossing the line!" she then sings as her other self proceeds to fire a spell at her but she dodges it. “And I'm done holding back. So look out, clear the track. It's my turn!” she sings out loud. Before she creates a circle of blue flames before she proceeds to make them flow along with her movements. “I’m taking what's mine!” she sang before looking at her brother before firing a spell at him but he manages to dodge it. The Slytherin lady (Bad ending) then looks at the Demon King before firing a spell but he manages to dodge it. “Every drop, every smidge. If I'm burning a bridge let it burn!” she then sings before she flies up surprising the three (except her other self and Draco). “But I'm crossing the line!” She then sings as she turns to look at them. “And for us, if we're over. That's fine!” She then proceeds to leave. “I’m crossing the line.” she then sings as she looks at them before she then flies out of the room into black mist.

Y/n (Good ending) was surprise as she knew that she did master this spell but she rarely use it. The blonde Slytherin looks surprise before he then looks at her. “We have to get out of here.” he suggests as he could see that Muzan then proceeds to leave the room. To which made Tanjiro yell after him as he and Giyū go after him.

Timeskip hours later....

Kaigaku was killed along side with Nakime. The Infinity Fortress collapse as everyone immediately leave when Yushiro tried to turn it against the Demon King as the battle of between the Demon Slayers and Muzan Kibutsuji continues. Nakime was killed in the hands of her master. However, a certain someone knew she had to immediately kill everyone. Y/n then was about to cast the killing curse at her brother while he was fighting against Kibutsuji. Her other self, Harry, Draco, and Severus knew they had to stop her. The chosen one had been involve of thwarting most of his friend's attempts. Tamayo was killed when she sacrifice her life on letting Muzan absorb her to which he absorb the drugs to weaken him.

Severus then casts the patronus charm non-verbally as seeing his patronus would calm his daughter's counterpart. When he did the patronus came out in the form of doe. It immediately made it's way towards her but when it passes through the remaining alive Demon Slayers as they seem shock. When it whirl around the burgundy-haired boy and the Demon King which surprise them as they along with everyone else watch as it then made it way towards Y/n (Bad ending) as she then stop as she immediately put her wand down seeing her father's patronus.

The former Potions Master then took off the invisibility cloak as he came to approach his daughter's counterpart as Y/n (Good ending) watch as her father approach her other self as she watches the scene. When he finally did, the Slytherin lady (Bad ending) fell on her knees as she doesn't know whether or not is she seeing things. D-Dad?” she then questions in a quiet voice.

Severus then has a soft look on his face. “Revenge is not the answer, Y/n. It just will make the pain worse, sweetheart.” he tells her as he kneels down to hug her. When he did, she her arms around him to which she later breaks down crying. The former Potions Master was rubbing the back of his daughter's counterpart. “Even though the me you knew was dead but I have a feeling he forgotten to tell you something.” he says in a soft voice as Y/n (Bad ending) looks at him. “Even though, I'm gone. I'll always be with you no matter what. In your heart.” he says as the Slytherin lady (Bad ending) look at him. Everyone else watch as the moment unfold. Tanjiro was surprise this man was Severus Snape. The one who raised his sister after she disappear when she was 5 years old.

Harry and Draco were relieved that she finally stop. The blonde Slytherin then made his way towards the two. Severus then pull away before then wipes Y/n (Bad ending)'s tears with his hand. The former Potions Master then notice Draco was there so he stood up and move to join his daughter of his timeline while the Slytherin lady (Good ending) watch her other self and the blonde Slytherin. “Y/n, I was worried if you don't stop. I would ended up losing you.” he says as his childhood friend look at him in shock. “Dray, I....” she was interrupted when Draco hug her. “I like you, Y/n Snape. No love you, for a long time ever since when we we're kids.” he confesses as Y/n (Bad ending) looks at him surprise. “I.... I.... I love you, too, Draco malfoy.” she then confesses to him. At the confession between the two. Muzan can't help but feel jealous run through him while the burgundy-haired boy could smell the jealousy coming from him.

Severus who is watching then gives Draco a warning look. The blonde Slytherin then felt it before he sweat drop. If his godfather of his timeline is still alive he would have give him a warning as well. Y/n (Good ending) sighs at her father's behavior before giving her other self a proud smile. In the timeline, she never knew her husband. Speaking of him, Muzan’s counterpart then look at her. She just gives him a soft yet sad smile. The Demon King's face turn red at that. Y/n’s alternative self just smile at him as if she knew him.

The two then pull away as the blonde Slytherin then help the Slytherin lady (Bad ending) stand up. When he did, he pulls her into a kiss to everyone's shock which broke Muzan's heart. Y/n (Good ending) was happy for her other self as she saw the surprise and pale expression of her brother's counterpart. She narrows her eyes at him. “You really should know that she did have feelings for Draco. I did as well..... However, used to.” she then admits but she's not giving hints that Muzan of her timeline was the one she ended up with.

The new couple later pulls away from one another. Draco then smiles at her to which Y/n (Bad ending) smile back at him. She then looks at her brother before she narrows her eyes at him. The Demon Slayer then looks at her. “Y/n, I-” he stop when his sister raise her hand. “Well, getting my revenge on you and Nezuko is not worth it to me anymore. I'm going to continue to live for my father's sake and I would no longer return to this dimension to remain in the world where I belong.” she then says rather coldly at him as Tanjiro and everyone else (except Draco, Harry, her other self, and Severus) were surprised. “Y/n, please....” the Demon Slayer begs as his sister then continues to glare at him. “You did this to yourself and you realize it when it's too late. But as I said earlier, life is unfair. Fate is cruel. It's not always we get what we want. Life is not the way as we see it as there are times things go out of our control. I hate to tell you, but this has to be the way it has to be.” she then says. The Slytherin lady (Bad ending) then looks at her lover and of course Harry. Not before turning to look at her other self as she gives her a grateful smile before she then disapperate with Draco and the chosen one.

Y/n (Good ending) alongside with everyone else watch as they leave. At that moment Tanjiro realize he lost his sister. Forever. The Slytherin lady (Good ending) then open a passage way to her home timeline as her father later walk up to her as the remaining Demon Slayers, Muzan, and her brother's counterpart look at her but she just narrows her eyes at him. Before they both enter the portal afterwards it closes after they left.

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Nancy peered cautiously over the rocky rise behind which she was hiding. Car doors slammed and urgent male voices emanated from the mysterious white robed figures as they called to each other. The girl detective was too far away from the group to recognise the voices or to make out what they were saying. She pulled her knee length coat tightly around her and wished George and Bess were with her instead of keeping lookout at Red Gate Farm, as she watched the cloaked and hooded party disappear towards the base of the mountain. But she soon remembered she was not alone: a soft “mmmph, mmmph,” sounded behind her. Nancy looked over her shoulder at the sad figure of Al Snead, whom she had surprised as he hurried on foot to the rendezvous, close to her hiding place, and had overpowered after a short struggle. The girl sleuth had opportunistically tied up and gagged the elderly man with her spare pantyhose, the belt to her dress and his own tie. After remaining silent, as Nancy had sternly instructed him for some time, the retired village shopkeeper and sometime member of the Black Snake Colony was now groaning softly and pathetically from behind his gag.

Nancy had seized and bound the man simply to stop him giving her surveillance away, but she now glanced at the robes Mr Snead had been carrying, discarded in an untidy heap next to the captive after their one sided fight. She realised she could get much closer to this sinister gang she was convinced were a front for money laundering if she took the man’s place - after all they were about the same height and build. The young detective rolled Snead onto his side and retied his wrists behind him with the nylons, more tightly this time, checked his ankles were secured and tightened his gag. “You try and get some sleep here while I’m gone, Mr Snead,” the girl told the whimpering prisoner gently as she picked up his robes, “I assure you, your friends won’t miss you!”

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to Froken Detektiv, Og Slangekolonien (trans. “The Black Snake Colony”), the Danish language version of The Secret of Red Gate Farm, The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #6 (1931 and 1961)

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day of reluctance

     Stalking into the ballroom, Andrei makes a beeline towards the nearest empty table without taking in any of his surroundings, annoyance steeped into his every motion. He’d come purely to avoid further damage to his reputation, but now that he’s actually here, with the bustle of festivities and laughter all around him...

     ...Honestly, he’s beginning to regret not overpowering that blue-haired man when he had the chance. Perhaps using Rienfleche would’ve been overboard, but with how pathetic he’d looked, it probably wouldn’t have taken more than a few arrows in non-vital spots for him to reconsider the egregious threat.

     Damn him. And damn Ethlyn, for that matter.

     Arriving at an empty seat comes with another mental hurdle all on its own; the bow knight glares down at the chair as though it had done him a personal wrong, before very, very slowly pulling it out... and flipping it around. Drastic measures, Pelleas had threatened in a feeble tone. He will know drastic measures next they meet. Gripping the seat-back with white-knuckled fury, Andrei sinks down upon the chair, sitting backwards upon it with an air of someone awkwardly attempting to do this for the first time. He closes his eyes, simmering with a tangible aura of irritation.

     Ridiculous.

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Nitpick November day 22

I don't like that Jacques is a gold digger. I feel like the gold digger idea is heavily routed in misogyny and classicism. Jacques is a man so the misogyny part isn't relevant to the conversation. (unless you wanna talk about how Willow, a born rich woman who has an incredibly overpowered inherited semblance, is apparently too weak to stand up to a string bean like Jacques even to protect her children from him) I feel like this is another instance of CRWBY wanting to talk about a serious subject like classicism, but chickening out at the last minute because it clashes too much with their actual world view. So instead of talking about the myth of the self made billionaire and pointing out how disgusting generation wealth actually is, they just shift all the blame onto a trope that's routed in misogyny and classicism as I've said.

Read more for me talking about my AU:

This is why I chose to make Jacques Nicholas Schnee's biological son in my AU and have the Schnee family semblance skip a generation. I find it more interesting for him to constantly coast off his father's money and reputation and feeling like he is inherently deserving of everything he has just because of the myth of Saint Nicholas Schnee, and his poor treatment of Weiss comes from him feeling a little bit threatened by her because her semblance and fighting ability makes her more similar to Nicholas than him.

He'll talk her up and treat her like a princess and his pride and joy in public, but behind closed doors he's always belittling her and tearing her down because he feels like he's the one whose entitled to her and her power because she is his daughter and he thinks he knows what it means to be a proper Schnee. He refuses to take any responsibility for the scar she got during the armagigas fight and constantly treats it like it's her fault she lost her eye. In short, he wants to convince her that she's powerless around him, because she makes him feel weak. Jacques villainy comes from being uncaring and cruel, not caring about anyone but himself, but also being pathetic enough to project his bad behavior and insecurities on everyone else.

I think it would be interesting for Weiss to have this inherent power to her that her father is almost afraid of, but she's still been so conditioned by his cruelty towards her that it takes a while for her to learn to fight back against him. It also fits in with her Snow White allusion to having a parental figure who treats her poorly because of their jealousy, but instead of continuing to fall victim to it and only be rescued by someone else, she learns to stand up for herself and take her power back from Jacques.

I'm going to talk about the other girls' home lives soon, it's just that Weiss and Blake are the ones that need the most changes in my opinion and I'm just starting with Weiss because there's more explicit abuse going on and I want to fully think that dynamic out before moving on with it in the story.

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The Defeat of Bruno

Lora contemptuously seized the gun from the limp grip of the terrified Bruno. “Please don’t hit me again, Diavolo,” the pathetic enemy operative begged the female secret agent. Lora Eder slapped the man hard across the face and he slumped to the ground on his knees, utterly defeated. His followers stared at this extraordinary outcome: a white woman had wandered alone into their cafe and easily overpowered the foreign gang leader who had lorded it over them for so long, turning him into a quivering, begging, wreck of a man. None lifted a finger to help the humiliated Bruno, several quietly exulting at his defeat. Lorna bound the man’s wrists behind his back tightly where he knelt. As she did so, a commotion sounded on the street. A group of robed men gathered outside the cafe. Lorna grabbed her sobbing prisoner and flung him towards the entrance. There he remained, head bowed in shame, a tied and helpless captive of a woman. The shame of the situation hung in the air of the room as the men outside gazed in at the sight.

“Men of the Tauregi!” Diavolo called out in Arabic. “See this criminal coward! He is beaten and bound - by me! - and is no longer worthy of your faith. Let me take him with me to face justice!” A low murmuring broke out amongst the crowd of tribesmen. Lora waited with bated breath.

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to the Italian comic book, Miss Diavolo #16 and the story, Partita Chiusa (4th February 1949)