#perhaps so much that this isnt even slightly true

[jupitercl0uds-art]

oh my god this is like everything you should avoid in 2d art

[autisticlenaluthor]

'nat loves jackie enough to give jackie the choice to leave' OH MY GOD

especially after her growing up knowing exactly what it is to be trapped in an abusive relationship- either physically/financially (as a teen who cant leave home legally) or emotionally (the way her mum loves her dad so much even though he treats her so badly).

So, for your consideration: Nat (unintentionally) hurting Jackie in some way- maybe she makes a comment about Jackie always having it easy at home (even though she knows it isnt really true) or gets frustrated with her and snaps at her or something else that isn't like really bad or anything but still, Jackie's upset and Shauna seizes on it as a way to show Jackie that Nat really is bad for her.

Except it sort of backfires bc when Shauna encourages Jackie to sleep away from Nat/not join her to hunt/whatever, Nat is like 'That's fine, have as much space as you need' and is just so damn validating- she apologises sincerely and then backs off and Jackie can't get over how easy it is to be mad at Nat- she's not arguing or pushing for forgiveness or avoiding her or anything at all- and she quickly stops being mad at all.

And even when Shauna tries to prod Natalie a bit- perhaps by proxy, making Melissa ask Nat if she doesn't think Jackie was overreacting bc what Nat said wasn't THAT bad, Natalie just sort of shrugs like 'She can be upset, I'm not gonna tell her she can't be mad at me.'

Like Natalie just being so frustratingly accepting and calm that Shauna ends up wanting to hit her just to get a reaction from her.

hope you don’t mind i wrote a little fic for this one

—

“What the fuck would you know about that? You had everything back home!”

The words slip out, harsh and fierce before Nat can stop them. She doesn’t mean them - not really. She doesn’t mean to make Jackie’s chin waver, or her hazel eyes grow so wide she looks like a deer before the gun fires. And she especially doesn’t mean to be the reason for the tears that fill them or the way Jackie has to stare to keep from crying.

But she is.

And fuck, it could kill her.

“Jackie…”

The sound is raspy and low. It’s softer than ever as Nat takes a remorseful step forward, all remnants of whatever ridiculous thing they’d been fighting about quickly forgotten. It doesn’t matter now. She just needs to show her she’s sorry - that she knows it was a stupid, messed up, incorrect thing to say.

But Jackie backs away.

She folds her arms over her chest and shakes her head. All Nat can do is stand there, feeling dumb as ever, as she retracts her tentative hand.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she says, her lips tugging every which way. “I swear, I didn’t.”

But Jackie still won’t respond. She tightens her arms around herself and tries harder to bite back her tears. It’s the same expression she’d worn when she was finally lucid enough to speak after being brought back in from the cold that night. That restrained hurt she’d been so desperate to keep to herself when she confessed alone to Natalie about the fight and how they’d kicked her out.

“Yeah, whatever,” Jackie finally mumbles. “Asshole.”

She turns and walks away with her head down and arms still folded. It makes Nat want to crumble or yell - she isn’t sure. But she figures even if she knew, it wouldn’t matter. All she can do now is stand, watching, as Jackie goes right back to Shauna.

—

Nat’s sitting in front of their hut, cleaning the rifle with an old rag when Jackie finds her again. Nat holds her breath and looks up at her, trying to search her for signs in Jackie’s expression before she speaks.

Normally, her tells are obvious.

Jackie’s smile never reaches her eyes when it’s fake and if her pep talks are filled with false confidence, her voice will have the smallest flat affect. If she’s angry but trying not to show it, her brow is slightly lowered. And if she has no idea what’s going on but is desperately trying to fake it, she just looks like herself.

For once, Jackie’s impossible to read.

“Hey, what’s-”

“I can’t stay here tonight.”

Jackie’s words are shaky, like she isn’t quite sure of them. She has to sit in the statement for a moment before nodding her head decisively. Nat can’t tell who the gesture is supposed to be for.

“I just- I need space.”

“Oh.”

Nat sets the rifle down. She glances past Jackie and notices Shauna standing outside her own hut. Her arms are crossed and her expression is tight. She’s wearing the slightest sneer - as if to mock Nat from afar. To flaunt in her face once in for all - I’ve got her now. She’s mine.

The thought of it makes something simmer in Nat’s gut.

She’s not something to own.

But Nat keeps quiet. She looks back at Jackie instead and does her best to muster a small smile.

“Yeah, um, that’s cool. I get it.”

Jackie falters. She opens her mouth to speak but comes up blank, which only seems to frustrate her further. Clearly, she’d expected some sort of push back.

“You’re not like… we’ve been together almost every night since…” Jackie won’t say it, but Nat knows what she means. “You don’t…?”

“I’m not in charge of you, Jack,” Nat responds. She chuckles softly and does her best to focus on Jackie - not the seething ball of fire behind her. “You can have time away if that’s what you need.”

Jackie swallows. She considers for a moment before nodding once more.

“O- okay,” she says. “Thank you.”

—

Jackie lays flat on her back, wide awake as she stares up at the makeshift ceiling.

Shauna’s arms are wrapped around her - they always are if they find themselves together now. But for as familiar as it is, Jackie can’t get herself to relax.

It’s just Shauna, she thinks, mentally kicking herself for being so withholding. It’s the person who always used to hold her like this - who would stay up past midnight on the phone with her, whispering so she wouldn’t get caught using the landline in the kitchen. It’s her best friend. Was her best friend.

Jackie shifts, sighing as she looks at the arm around her.

Shauna’s hold is tight now. Restrictive.

It makes Jackie open her mouth every time she needs more air - biting at the sky like she can’t get enough oxygen without physically devouring it. It all makes her think about the sharpness in Shauna’s tongue and the ferocity that’s been in every word since that fight in the cabin.

She’d tried to hide it for a while. She’d kept it under wraps as Jackie recovered - her apology replaced with mundane acts of service she figured Jackie would appreciate. And for the first few weeks, Jackie could tell herself that was enough. Shauna was still something like her friend, even if Nat was warmer. And she was familiar, even if Nat’s unknown kindness was something Jackie kept gravitating towards. She wasn’t truly bad.

Jackie clung to the narrative with all she had until summer came and with it, Shauna’s unbridled anger.

As Jackie lays beneath it now, she can feel it radiating into her skin like some kind of toxin. It makes her think back to Natalie and their fight from before - how quickly she was to let Jackie leave the same way Shauna did, and how she never fought back when Jackie walked away.

I’m not in charge of you.

You can have time away.

Jackie scoffs. Does Nat really have to be in charge to show that she cares? Does there have to be some sort of fucked up power dynamic for her to give a shit over her girlfriend leaving?

Jackie wants to believe it. She wants to cling to the voice in her head telling her that Nat doesn’t give a shit - that she’d be fine to see her walk out and never return. But the further Jackie spirals, the more she knows it isn’t true.

Because she did walk away once.

She walked away and when Shauna didn’t care, Nat did. She told her I’m sorry so many times Jackie lost count, even though it was never her fault. She stayed for weeks while Jackie recovered - when she picked fights because it was all she could do, stuck in that ratty old bed, and never let herself stoop to that level. Even when Jackie tried to push her away, she wouldn’t let herself become cruel.

More than that, she never let herself stop caring.

As Jackie gives Shauna one last glance, it hits her.

Shauna let her leave because she hated her. Nat gave her a choice because she loved her.

And when the goggles are removed - Jackie can’t believe she ever got the two confused.

[cheesit-notes]

Ghost x Reader (if you squint)

warnings?: fem!reader, sorry but brief mention of pregnancy (i swear this isnt a pregnancy au thing, just the consequences of actions...), ghost is a red flag and reader is a damn bull, word vomit

a/n: below is just a short drabble about how Ghost x Reader and they’re unhealthy relationship. his characteristics are slightly exaggerated and it's like sorta angsty? hurt no comfort, idk what to call it. sorry for not writing and uploading but imma try to balance and post more from now on :3

Ghost isn’t someone you can up and go date with. he’s a dead man with a target on his head, and as long as he’s still alive, that statement stays true.

he won’t approach you, a civilian unrelated to any of the missions he’s been assigned. so what, you approach him? he isn’t the easiest to approach either. you'd have to be persistent, to the point of annoyance, for even a chance. and even then, what after? he won’t let you close. he won’t let you within arms reach. why? because as long as he’s breathing, anyone who knows of his existence instantly has their safety jeopardized.

say you do get past his emotional barriers and that perhaps he does care about you. it’s not like he’ll say it. maybe his actions will show for it, but even then what good are actions when they’re accompanied by berating words degrading you for simple mistakes.

so you ignore all his signs, all the red glaring flags. even he'd admit he isn't and will never be close to a good partner, not even a decent partner. say you do make the first move. you touch him. you offer yourself. you whisper things in his ear that you shouldn't. and what is he supposed to do? Ghost may be a dead man but he's still a man. he takes you up on your offer.

then maybe you'll have a blissful few weeks that you were dreaming of. but when your stomach hurts, you feel sick in the morning, and, god no, the pregnancy test shows positive. what? you think he'd bother with all that protection nonsense? he's chasing after his high. you and him were nothing more than each other's stress relief. he tells you to "get rid of it" with bitterness lacing his words. will you?

you choose to get rid of it. you're lucky you did before it grew too much, too developed. because then, you risk growing attached to the little thing inside you. Ghost is reluctant to keep going with this- whatever you two had. you convince him. you'll go through this cycle until you can't anymore. he'll think about 'it' and hate it. eventually, Ghost will leave. he'll suddenly cut all ties with you and leave you emptier than you were before. you think you'll find him again if you try? wrong. he can disappear from your world in an instant, and there's nothing you can do.

oh, so you decide to keep it? that makes it easier for Ghost to decide. he leaves. it was already risky, you associating with him. so he breaks off any relation he had to you now that there will be a child that's a mixture of him and you. soon, you and that child will be but a memory buried somewhere forgettable in his mind.

no matter the choice, you and Ghost are not meant to be. don't waste your breath on a dead man.

[floorpancakes]

Are you excited about xxxHOLIC Rei coming back in less than a week?? (Also, a lot of blogs got flagged lately, you can read more about it on the wip blog!)

my answer is yes. but also no. but also im terrified. but also im so fucking excited. but i will be WATCHING CLAMP LIKE A HAWK... lemme explain.

the main run of xxxholic is almost untouchably impressively perfectly good. i change my opinion depending on the day but rou is simultaneously insanely impressive and real as fuck but also where a couple of the endgame decisions really begin to feel like the wrong ones - I fucking LOVE it especially how it portrays barely restrained want and depressive decay with adult characters, but we all know how I feel about how utterly optional and avoidable the kohane thing was (they could've done the exact same non romantic oomf marriage agreement that watanuki inevitably chooses to misconstrue to beat himself up thing w the same effects w hima and it would've been more interesting but we know how much clamp likes to shove teacher student age gap into shit even when it ISNT romantic and they would not fucking do that...) and I don't like that the moral of the story for 99 percent of chapters is 'watanuki fucking suffers with no end in sight and retracts into himself instead of growing from trauma', but also I love tragedy and angst and mental health and mutual situationship metaphors and watanuki in this era is more relatable to me than ever before unfortunately so I hold my mixed feelings but I also enjoy it super super hard for the most part. Pls note that the moral dilemma I have about rou isn't that watanuki is suffering at all, but that he's suffering seemingly with no ...exit??? In sight? Like. We don't have any relief for him in his future, so I guess that's what sours me on some of it as a whole rather than actually abt the media quality itself. Long story I hope this makes sense. We all know how much I love rouposting so I hope it checks out.

So I was already very much a fan when Rei became a thing. I remember watching new stuff come out so I was one of the people 'fooled' in the beginning by the fake reboot setup. I knew something was happening but I wasn't sure what, and the series slowly showing its hand was super interesting. I famously love the ominous chasing hands and the thing with the phone, and imo the STRONGEST part of rei that we found out later is the interactions between characters influenced by their adult selves jumping out (think watanuki clearly leaning in to yuuko's jabs, watanuki taking the wife jokes with way less resistance, watanuki having a more platonic stronger bond with hima, watanuki accidentally slipping into the slutty boss persona then fucking exploding blushing while talking to doumeki LOL, among other things). I find that aspect really interesting and it's something only clamp could do in this specific situation which is rly rly fun. So umm. I guess we knew this would end eventually but when the end of arc was approaching I think I had my first real time groan with the series: yuuko is saying watanuki can choose, and noone will judge, and either choice is ok, he can stay with the people he loves or he can go home to his old life: but is that really true? Perhaps yuuko thinks so, but the way the story shows it to us, watanuki HAS to reply to those hands. There's so many, they're so in need, they need his presence in the universe too badly, they put pressure on him and weigh the decision so it's like 'go into the dream world and get what you want and just let everyone else get fucked up forever', it just feels like. He doesn't really have an option if he wants to not come off like a dick, and that's quite weird to me, it paints him in a weird light if he wants to choose happiness for himself, even if it's a slightly more hollow one. It feels like the sort of thing holic wouldn't typically do since it's a series that likes to play with the idea that choosing things for yourself and your own happiness is a kind of selfishness that's often VERY necessary, especially if you're someone that's hurting and needs their people around them.

....So imagine the look on my face when it turned out all of this was a massive fetch quest for tsubasa reservoir chronicle.

I've never finished tsuba, I read like half of it a year or so ago and unfortunately it hasn't clicked with me yet, and neither have most of the characters. I plan on finishing it eventually and I know it gets juicy in the back half, but I've always had mixed opinions on holitsuba being marketed as a pair, especially when especially on the western side people like both but tsuba is their ACTUAL favourite, or they like both but tsuba gets more attention, or more discussion, or more merch, or more whatever. I'm aware I'm a bit of a hater about it but it's mostly nothing personal and I do really WANT to like it, but they're fundamentally very different kinds of stories and inevitably people will have their preferences or perhaps be more into one than the other yaknow. I'm aware all of my oomfs are tsuba enjoyers. I promise my haterdom isn't that serious. I'm happy for yall.

HOWEVER please imagine me in 2016 reading the chapter when it dropped and you can imagine the worlds biggest crash out of all time. Mind you I'd still feel weird about this even if I loved tsuba to death, and maybe one day I will, but holy fucking SHIT the impact of them weighing all this on watanukis shoulders only to essentially be like 'oh, watanuki got put through ALL of this to grab a Thingamajig for Some Guy (ik he's not just some guy ik the lore but narratively speaking)' . ..... I am sure even if you like tsubasa a lot this is probably a strange fucking thing to do, and this combined with clamp DROPPING THE SERIES FOR LIKE 8 YEARS immediately afterwards...??? I am still fucking baffled by this. It lowkey ruined my trust in clamp forever. What did they mean by this. Why did they think this was a good idea. What the fuck were they cooking ?:?:?:?:

Fun fact: i know there's a small handful of chapters that come after the arc ender. I have not read them since they came out. I barely remember them. I have been avoiding them out of spite. I will re-catch up soon obviously but jesus fucking c hrist 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 clamp you can't just do that to people!!! It makes it look like you hate your characters and your fans!!! Good lord!?

so basically that brings us to the present. I'm super excited, because I love xxxholic and even during Rei the chapter to chapter content was super impressive (my problems are mostly big decisions) but it also makes me think: where do we have to go from here? Where do THEY want to go from here? We've lost almost all of our main characters aside from yokai who brush in and out of watanuki's life and his shop mascot oomfs, watanuki is still depressed, arguably far more now , he has no way out, none of the doumekis have used the egg and we can't see a use for it (in canon at least) where it will even change anything now. There's many directions this could go, but unless they get really gutsy with some deus ex machina (please please please please here's how doumeki could still win please) it's hard to know what they even want to do to round this off or revive it from where it stands.

Unfortunately most of the options I can think of that I think clamp MIGHT do are things I don't really like . I can't tell how much of this is me being overly cautious or if any of this will actually happen but here's some horror stories I have rattling about in my brain that I hope WON'T happen:

- all doumekis are secretly doumeki (i don't like this!! I think they're more interesting as separate people and it would be weird as shit to act like say sayaka x watanuki is the same as shizuka x watanuki. i like the idea that the sameface doesn't mean they're the same kinda people, a la haruka)

- watanuki is secretly clow (please god no. please god no no thank you i don't like that)

- watanuki is egged and just let loose onto the world with no support system (this would be the worst payback for all of his suffering)

- watanuki remains here forever with no hope of seeing anyone of the main cast he loves again (kill)

- im actually someone who prefers yuuko coming back agnosticism to her reincarnating as a random person. i think it's more interesting that way and she wouldn't want him to have to desperately seek her out while crashing out for hundreds of years. she'd want better than that for him even knowing some things are inevitable. so all the yuuko seeking type chapters we've had so far are not of great interest to me. this is actually how I came up with canary from catverse. canary is the endless numb stasis of a life devoted to hunting for yuuko and nothing else regardless of her wishes for him to live a good life.

- idk man. some clamp bullshit

- tsubasa reservoir chronicle fetch quest...2!!

...I don't know what we're gonna get. I don't know what to expect. I am excited and I am nervous and I am dreading it a little bit too. We shall see I guess but the way they left us off with Rei hiatus and the arc ended drove me insane for YEARS OF MY LIFE. so this is how I'm feeling rn. I hope watanuki is freed from his suffering. I hope doumeki, actual doumeki, gets a presence and gets to go crazy go stupid. I hope yuuko gets a presence or non presence that befits her and she's not used as a thing to wrangle around watanuki's suffering to new heights. I hope watanuki gets happiness and progress after at least a hundred years of regression and stasis. I hope they care more about character happiness and the spirit of the story and not trying to connect it to other plots in manga they may or may not prefer and holic doesn't get more weird middle child treatment. I hope we get a w for watanuki and no annoying plot twists that sacrifice character dynamics for drama. I hope doumeki gets a madoka rebellion movie and also we get a whole volume of douwata sex as compensation . I would like to see himawari again and I don't care how. I have lost hope of them doing anything with kohane given how they sidelined her already to limply not quite fulfil the authors obvious fetish. I hope we all get a W for our long wait. I hope watanuki wears more dresses and serves cunt so hard xxxholic goes VIRAL amen

[daily-momokarun]

DAY SIXTEEN ✩‧₊˚

PART ONE OF A MOMOKARUN FIC I WROTE AT WORK!!

Written under the prompt: Horror Movie

(written by mod k~ ISNT IT GOOD!!! mwah mwah -mod h)

He should’ve known better.

One look at that damn near evil smirk of hers, and he should’ve known better. Should’ve said his nightly goodbyes and been biking home by now—but noooo. He just had to indulge his curiosity.

What a dummy! Stupid stupid stupid!!

Sitting in the living room, tense as a board, Okarun’s eyes flitted over to Momo, who seemed to be enjoying herself far too much for his liking. And that was just the way, wasn’t it?? She knew exactly how to get under his skin, and it worked each and every time.

“Oh, yea? Well I dare you…”

The words echoed from her lips to the innermost circle of his brain. Perhaps it was bias… After all, Miss Ayase was asking for him to stay longer to spend time with her. Who was he to say no to her? How could he say no to her? To her??

Another part of him knew it was that damn challenge she proposed, provoking some sort of competitive side deep within him. He wasn’t one to turn down a dare—especially not from her, and especially not one as simple as this.

And yet… here he sat, regretting he’d ever even opened his mouth.

“You alright, Okarun~? Not too scared, are you?” A teasing voice inquired from the side, snapping him out of his thoughts with a scoff. Quick to rush to his own defense, he straightened his posture and furrowed his brows.

“No. I’m not. Thank you very much.” His hand flew up to the rim of his glasses, pushing them up against the bridge of his nose. “What kind of wimp do you take me for!”

She poked a finger into her own cheek, that devilish tone still lacing each and every word, as if she was teasing him. “Relaxxxx~ If it’s no big deal, there’s no need to get so worked up about it, wight?”

“Hmph. You’ll see. A-And when we finish the movie, and I’m NOT the one cowering in fear… you’re gonna regret ever daring me!!” Okarun turned to face her, ever full of confidence despite his lack of true sincerity to back it up.

She didn’t seem to buy it, or at the very least was motivated by his false determination. “Oh yea?? Better be prepared to eat your own words, dweebus. And I’ll be prepared to eat an entire delicious dish full of crab onigiri—courtesy of you.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that—“

“You better both hope this is worth it. Making me forgo my Bakatono viewings…” A voice behind them tsked, a puff of smoke breaking the tension in the room beside them. The two of them turned to see a slightly annoyed Seiko standing in the hallway.

“Oh shut it, ya old bag!!! You can go one night without your precious Bakatono! This is important!! We’re seeing who can go the longest without getting scared while watching a horror movie!!”

Seiko rolled her eyes, scoffing. “You call that important?? I’ve had mosquito bites more important than that.”

“Oh reaaaallly?” As per usual, baseless banter turned into a generational squabble—leaving the tension even thicker than it had been earlier. Each passing second that went by, Okarun found himself growing more and more anxious… his own tension building up inside of him before finally—

“ALRIGHT, can we just get this started, pleaaaase?” His voice broke through the loudness of the room with a high-pitched wobble, enough to cause both of the Ayase’s to stop their bickering completely—turning their attention now over to him.

There was a beat or two of silence before Seiko put a hand on her hips. “Oh, he’s totally scared, Momo. You’ve got this in the bag.”

“Told ya.”

“I AM nOt..!”

It didn’t take long after that for everyone to settle into their places for the night. Seiko had agreed, though reluctantly, to give up the living room for the night… though he was pretty sure she only agreed because she’d become invested in their little challenge, and he was also pretty sure he was being rooted against.

BUT NO MATTER!!

The time was now.

It wouldn’t be that hard, right? Right.

Turning his attention over to Momo, he took a deep breath as she drew nearer—a shit-eating grin on her face. She was holding something behind her back. He lifted an eyebrow.

“You ready to see what we’ll be watching tonight?” He nodded affirmatively, though mentally preparing for the worst.

However, the worst never came….

Glancing down at the movie box that was thrust into his hand, a look of confusion spread across his face. The cover didn’t look… too much like a horror movie. Instead, it featured the backdrop of the city—Tokyo—a stoic, sort of brooding man at center focus.

“Black… rain?—“

The movie was quickly ripped from his hands before he could continue reading—causing a surprised huff to escape his lips. “Hey- what gives—“

“NOT THAT ONE—“ Momo was blushing, her face a deep shade of red comparable to that of the cherries that grew in the summertime. “THAT’S NOT THE RIGHT ONE.” Quickly she fumbled, turning around to rampantly search through the bin of movies she’d pulled out from storage.

All he could do was stare in shock and confusion, the light from above causing a glare to shine across the lenses of his glasses.

It wasn’t long before another movie was tossed into his hands—this one definitively more horror-esque than the last. “THIS one… this… is the one I MEANT to show you.”

“No one will… save you…?”

He blinked down at the cover, immediately regretting his decision all over again as a twinge curled up his stomach.

[shesmore-shoebill]

first of all: merry christmas, friend 😊 i hope you’re celebrating well!

second of all: man, this year has been genuinely insane in terms of amangela content, huh?

third: i know we Do talk about it extensively but curious to know….what has been your most insane and/or freakiest idea in terms of smosh rpf?

-baflegacy

:D aw, thank you @baflegacy !!!!! <3. You too, friend, or at least a slightly belated merry christmas depending on timezone.

Dont even. get me started. on the past two months ALONE. what has been HAPPENING. so much is going on i havent even had time to properly lose my shit over the latest Moose Master. The one where Amangela are specifically tormenting each other and being . absolutely ridiculous for like an hour straight. I havent even HAD TIME FOR IT. it just got drowned out by things like "amangela as sarah christ and angela running around the office finding people together" and "amanda wrote amangela fanfiction" LIKE HELLO. They are partners in "learning video games" and also true crime girlies and also just. Always attached at the hip when together??? We're roughly a year into me getting into Amangela now and fucking hell?? what. a year??? sorry this isnt super coherent i just. cant believe we're all living in an amangela world 😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌 2T1L was this year???? all the livestreams w/ them??? angela on smosh mouth SO many times?? smosh merch shoot hug? sometimes amanda sees angela and just falls apart? Winning each others WWAD? so many TNTL bits? HELLO. what.

And they r reallly always looking at each other like 🥺🥹🥰 and always standing on top of near each other like 🤞 and im. Unwell about it. god what the fuck.

Anyway. on that note. for the third q. realistically . a lot of the nsfw scenarios we've chatted about probably SHOULD fall under most insane/freakiest because. uh. Well. but somehow smut scenarios get placed into a different box in my head Because Smut Logic.

Outside of smut, that, and. the various angst scenarios that i am Very Partial To (amarasha fwb/amangela angst aus forever in my heart). I guess it depends on the definition of "insane".... In terms of complexity the charasha spies AU would be a nightmare to pull off but a lot of fun if I could. In terms of really fucking up dynamics........ toxic amangela aus. are. well. Those are unfortunately. trickier to justify in a "realistic" au but. god are they. compelling, both for the amangela AND the way it can ripple out to courtmangelrasha.................................. 😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌 :D

(counting smut though... freakiest is arguably either nsfw moose master or the mat scenario bc. well. well. yk. most insane might be clone au bc. oops. ☠️ oh god wait pollen au.... fuck.)

Also on a high level i am eternally able to work off of sub/downbad amanda oops.

god. what a hard q. you might know best already 😅 but outside of that. some permutation of FWB within courtmangelrasha that gets Messy™ and significantly worse before it gets better would be. so tricky to write. But could be SO good.

optionally the hide and seek video HAS set my brain off about Sarah Christ/Angela. Do I have a plot for this idea yet? no. do i have some Vibes. Perhaps.....

[future-dregs]

Okay I gotta gush a little bit. Skin is one of my favorite episodes, I love almost everything about it, and I'll try to put things in a way that makes sense, but it might get incoherent.

Okay.

---

The opening is incredible. In a Gadda da vida? Perfect choice.

And the first time I watched they ABSOLUTELY got me with the Dean fake out. I had no idea what was happening. Was the girl a monster? But even so why would he torture her? How on earth was he going to get away from the police???

Jensen does a really good job as the shifter. Even when he's "full" Dean, the way he holds his body, the way he says certain words, how he phrases things, its Dean, but oh so slightly to the left and its really good.

When it goes back to Sam and Dean, and Sam's checking his emails, trying to keep in touch, you can tell Dean's still hurting from the secrets issue with Mary. He doesn't want Sam to keep talking to and about these people, having a familiarity with them that he himself never had with anyone other than Sam, and that he isnt allowed into now because it's part of Sam's other life, a life that does not include him.

So he needles Sam about how honest he is or is not with his friends, gives a few pointed phrases, gets all het up about the concept of lying all of a sudden, and is generally waiting for Sam to pick up the phone and get the message. Why is he keeping things from Dean?

But then, of course, all Sam has to do is look at him, and he's whipping the Impala around and driving 400 miles (FOUR HUNDRED MILES) to go support Sam and his "other family". (Quotation marks mine).

This is a darker toned episode as well. They only skirt around it of course, but the premise is that a being is taking the form of a loved one. A lover or a spouse, and tying up women and torturing them to death. And nobody finds out differently. The victim dies in horrified confusion thinking that their intimate partner is the one doing this to them. The families on both sides now have to live with this horrifying thing, wondering how on earth it was possible that something this awful could happen. And an innocent person is left to jail or death and with all of their friends and family's trust absolutely busted. The shifter destroys them threefold. Family after family. Its horrifying.

Also its heavily implied that there is sexual violence done to them. Whether the shifter actually rapes them and they just couldn't come out and say that, or if he's getting his jollies off with the torture alone, psychosexually, the intent is there. The shifter wants to be "loved", after all.

This also makes the shifters choice to take Dean's form, and go after Sam while in it, even going through the (painful) effort of doing back to back shifts just to be able to keep hurting Sam as his brother, well that's interesting, isnt it?

Dean's feelings about himself, albeit through the shifters filter, so perhaps not entirely credible, brought to light as well. The big one being, his fear and absolute certainty of his eventually abandonment. No wonder he keeps vying for Sam's attention, trying to make him laugh, doing what he wants, trying to get Sam to stop talking with old friends and do things the way he does, Sam has already left him once! His worst fears have come true and the possibility is still there that it might happen again.

Dean doesn't feel loved. He doesn't feel wanted. And he doesn't feel secure in his place in his family. And doesn't have very much self worth. He would never, EVER leave them, but he has been left. Twice. So theres gotta be a reason and it must lie with him. (This is why him reclaiming the Samulet is such a big deal. He's snatching his place and his purpose back. His love guarantee.)

The shifting scene is still has hot as I remember. All of it. The teeth, the blood, the way his muscles looked as the skin stripped off, the static way he ripped off his ear. Not only is the effects work beautiful, which it is, but it also turned me on! ^_^

The shifter belts Sam across the face, and it seems like he wants to kiss him instead. Whenever the shifter wants touch, wants affection, the only way he knows how to deal with that desire is by metting out violence.

He wants a kiss, he hits. He wants sex, he cuts and stabs, he wants someone to hold him, so he shoves them around and climbs on top of them and ties them up.

And he doesn't get to do it, but he wants to hurt Sam very badly.

At the end, Dean makes a crack about he and Sam being freaks (led there by Sam saying he never fit in at college. This is another "doorway moment". Sam overheard something about Dean that gave him insight into his brother as his own person, and now he's trying to make a connection with him over it. He will do this many times.) But Dean doesn't know that the shifter already told Sam that Dean felt he was a freak, too much of an outcast to have a place anywhere or be accepted, so what's meant to be a light joke stings a little more than it should've.

But Sam accepts his brother, their earlier conflict is absolved and forgotten, and as the song says-

Baby, it's alright now

[fipindustries]

scott pilgrim vs the canon

boy you better have this tagged against spoilers because otherwise this is going to ruin a lot of stuff. all im going to say is, this show cannot be watched without having read the comic first so. keep that in mind.

scott pilgrim was the seminal work of my generation, it was the thing that defined us and the internet to a large extent after it came out in full back in 2010. now we are all here back again, in our late 20's, 30's and even 40's to take a second look at this franchise after everything that has been going on.

and this franchise had things to say.

i went in expecting scott pilgrim the comic, this time more lavishly (and faithfully) adapted than the movie could have ever been. suffice to say i was not dissapointed at all because i didnt get that in any way what so ever.

this is in some senses the modern cannibals of the scott pilgrim franchise, perhaps less cynical and bitter. this is an examination of this story from a slightly askew angle. this is a what if that takes itself to another level.

those who say that this "feels like fan fic" are half right, but if so i want to see what fan fics they are reading because i never saw a fanfic that take the world and its characters so wildly out of context, put them in outrageos new situations they would have never been in, do some genuine crack slash ships and yet still feel so genuine, so true to the original. just because none of what is happening here happened in the comic that doesnt mean these arent the characters we know and love and that this isnt the world and the mood and the vibe that that we all grew up with.

the brian lee o malley style is so incredibly hard to capture. its this wonderful mix of over the top anime/cartoony action mixed with incredibly grounded, down to earth, super chill vibe. we've seen the wonders that came out during the 2010's made by other artists inspired by it or directly trying to emulate it, and yet none of them were able to capture it quite right and this show is the bona fide real deal. it made me remember why scott pilgrim captured me so much back when i read it as a teenager, its a mood impossible to reproduce and yet reproduced all the same here in this show.

wonderful.

the animation is of course out of this world. the voice acting could do some work but im willing to let it slide considering that they went with the original cast from the movie.

this story feels almost like an answer to the observation many people made at the end of the comic and specially the end of the movie. that scott and ramona were obviously not meant to last. that they were still too young and too messed up as people and the relationship was probably going to end badly. the show examines all that with raw honestly and concludes at the end that, sure, maybe this is not going to work out. but that doesnt mean they shouldnt give it their best shot.

as i said at the beggining, this has to be understood as an addenum to the comic. it starts as an adaptation, it lulls you into thinking its a wacky what if and ends up being a covert sequel. with that in mind, this show understands that you already understand and know who scott is and what his deal is, so it chooses to focus squarely on ramona and the exes, and let me just say. the exes are the fucking break out stars of this show. i love every single one of them. the fact that each of them get their own little mini arc and a chance to either redeem or at the very least become genuenly sympathetic was absolutely brilliant. these guys are amazing.

this story in general just presents such a feel good, likeable, chill athmosfere, where even villains who seemed irredeemable can still have just a calm conversation with the hero and just chat for a while. share a coffee, wind down.

if i had one single complaint at all is that i was a little sad by the implication that scott wont learn his lesson at the end of the original story and will continue to be kind of a clueless immature douche. but it is tempered by the fact that this story still has a lot of sympathy for young scott and it makes the case that the guy still very much deserves a chance.

so yeah

loved it, great work, it tried to do something super weird and it somehow succeeded. good job 9/10

[nahalism]

how are you feeling? -

i have been contemplating on moving to france or africa. in my spirit, i feel very happy about it but when i have to think about financial reasons, i panic a little bit. starting everything all over again can be slightly scary.

but i have an aunty who has a stroke. myself and my brother look after. and it feels like we might be ungrateful if we move out and leave her because the extended family believe myself and my brothers have benefited from her(we pay no rent and she took us in like her own)- she’s my mum’s older sister.

i have been doing this since i was 15years. i’m 25. her son lives with us but he doesn’t do so much. (not to be rude) i told my family i want to relocate and they don’t seem so happy, especially my mum and other two brothers. i have three brothers but i live with one and my cousin.

i truly feel so happy and free when i’m in africa. maybe the reason why i want to move to france too is because my mum lives there. but idk, will i be ungrateful to want to relocate?

do you advise to relocate even if you don’t have enough savings? but ofc i’m on a job hunt at the moment (applying in paris and in africa) - a well paying position.

i am partially unemployed (if that’s the right way to say it) i have savings. enough for a good three months but i feel i could do better. i’m so hard on myself right now in terms of not having a stable job. i have a degree in education but sigh it’s been a bit stressful getting a job.

sometimes the voices of people become so loud, which leaves me doubting my own voice and makes me feel like my decision and feelings don’t matter so much. i seek for answers from others when i know the answer is within.

i apologise for having you absorb this.

hey angel. im blessed, ive been going through some life things i cant lie, but all in all have nothing to complain about

dont apologise for asking for another perspective <3. my only concern is that you feel the voices and opinions of others are so strong that you often dont hear your own voice. as such youve almost answered the question for me, because my voice/ my opinion, although objective is still just another voice to consider. the only persons feelings who matter are your own, so the true solution lies in the conclusion you come to when youve had some time and distance from the situation & can contemplate it clearly. ultimately i think you already know what you want to do. youve damn near planned your way to living in africa/paris lol. perhaps you came to me to affirm that choice so you'd feel less guilty making it?

you shouldnt feel guilty. there are so many factors at play here. theres the culture clash of african mentality (communal expectation, and obligation of youth to their elders) and western individualism (living ones own life primarily for ones self). as such the choice boils down to taking on imposed responsibility (against your will/desire and at the cost of your freedom) and having the choice to choose your own path and find joy doing it (yet sometimes this path leads to the illusion of freedom but not the attainment of it)

if ive understood that part correctly then id agree with you in saying its not an easy choice, however it still comes down to the decision you can live with making, not just today, but in the future. i personally have had to make similar choices, and its never as cut and dry as it seems. no one should be forced to carry a burden they dont want to, especially when the option isnt to share the burden (giving you and your brother a chance to live your own lives) but rather to shirk the responsibility entirely on to the two of you. the price for your auntie raising you and sustaining your life shouldn't be servitude to her, it should be the reward of actually getting to live your life. that is how you thank her sacrifice. moreover it was her choice, her sacrifice. not a binding contract. she gave to you because she found it in her heart to. simple as, if you know your grateful, theres nothing left to proove. — she has siblings and family (i assume, from what you wrote) who are enabled to stand on the outskirts because you are carrying the burden of responsibility that they refuse to carry. if they're happy to watch you sacrifice, and let you feel selfish for not doing so, its because you doing what your doing means they dont have to do it. if that is the case — why would they empower you to leave when it would mean more responsibility for them? im not saying this to belittle, or judge them, just to make it clear to you that you should not be listening to them, or their opinions because they dont have your interest at heart.

on the other hand, your auntie does have your interest at heart, (since she raised you). consider your relationship with her and what as an adult, you would like to give her. is that thanks through care & comfort now that she ms the one who needs care, or is it allowing others to step up and care for her (you've taken your turn for the past ten years) and pursuing prospects you wouldn't be able to take on as a carer for her and her situation? this is a decision that should be made out of truth. not guilt and consideration of the past. when your in bed at night in africa or paris, consider if you will sleep easy knowing the decision you made and your reasons for making it. its very possible you moving will allow you to blossom (being away from what sounds like a stressful family situation) and that could bring unforeseen profit to not only you but those you live and care for. perhaps you moving short term, is best for her and your family long term? only you know whats within you. if you aunty still has command of speech its worth sitting with her one on one, discussing what you feel and hearing her thoughts on it. if she can give you her blessing no more really needs to be said and you moving doesn't have to compromise your relationship.

a question that might help you find your answer: is you leaving running away to some extent? is there no way for you to be who you are freely from where you are? what you are, what you feel, the thing that drives you, it finds you wherever you are the world. so just try to ensure your making your choices from a place of understanding, not escape, because you cant outrun or escape whats within you. holidays bring different fantasies than moving.

there are times i chose myself and it paid dividends. to have chosen another would have meant repeating a cycle and i decided that i was here to break the cycle. so i found peace in that choice. there were other times i chose myself only to realise i have no self without those who came before me. staying helped me build and mend, and grow in character & self knowledge. staying was what broke the cycle. it brought peace, harmony and love where there was none.

i know i couldnt give a direct answer, but i know you have what it takes to find the right answer for yourself, and the courage to act on it and excel at whatever you choose. dont let people pressure you. dont let people bully you. live according to what you feel & what you know is right in your heart. sending you my love and big blessings <3:*

[pastanest]

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Draco x non-house-specific she/her!reader

Avada Kedavra

The walls of the Malfoy Manor used to be a safe haven for you, it was once home to your second family, belonging initially to the love of your life: Draco Malfoy. However, being trapped inside these walls now, suddenly every room you’re dragged through is more daunting than the last. Temporary relief floods through you as Bellatrix LeStrange releases her firm grip on your hair and flings you onto the dark oak floor, where your crumbled form seeks a brief moment of rest. Using the little strength you have left, you lift your head from the ground just enough to gaze over the family that loved you once upon a time. Lucius and Narcissa share the same vacant expression in the presence of Bellatrix, but the sadness in their eyes is something they cant hide from you. When your eyes land on Draco, your heart leaps with an unimaginable and unrealistic hope. His countenance reads as one of sadness and sympathy, but not for the right reasons. He doesnt recognise you enough for this to pain him anymore than seeing a wounded stranger, and you are so, so glad of that.

“Where did you find her?” Narcissa questions her sister Bellatrix, her voice wavering ever so slightly.

Given the sacrifices you made for their son, both Narcissa and Lucius tried to help you hide from this fate, but they knew as well as you did that they were just putting off the inevitable. They felt it was the least they could do after what you did for Draco; if they had done anymore for you, which they offered to do, they would have been killed themselves, and you couldnt let that happen.

“Stupid girl was out looking for food! She was covered in mud and leaves, like the disgusting creature that she is, but I followed her back to the cave she’d been hiding away in! What do you think Draco?” Bellatrix teases.

Draco frowns at her. “What am I supposed to think? You’ve tortured a seemingly innocent girl and brought her here, for what reason?”

Bellatrix cackles in response, twiddling her wand in her hands. “The Dark Lord wants you to prove your devotion, all you have to do is kill her.”

Draco’s eyes widen, and he holds your gaze for a moment. “Why do I have to kill her, out of every other student I attended school with?”

Lucius places a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Now, Draco, you shouldnt question the Dark Lord.”

Although that is true for Draco and his family, you know that isnt the reason Lucius interjected. The less Draco questions, the less he knows. He’s trying to protect his son, just like you are.

~

Your knees bounced beneath your interlocked hands as you sat on a chair, directly opposite Lucius Malfoy.

“You did that…for the sake of my son? Even knowing what your own fate will be, regardless?” Lucius questioned in disbelief.

You nodded. “It was the least I could do. I dont wish to make any foolish efforts to save myself, but I will do everything in my power to save him.”

Lucius leant forward to take ahold of your hand. “Thank you, thank you so much. I cannot tell you what this sacrifice means to both Narcissa and I.”

You managed a weak smile. “Please, dont thank me. What I’ve done doesnt deserve any form of gratitude. Draco can never find out what happened tonight, promise me you wont tell him.”

Lucius nodded firmly. “I promise you, he will remain naïve of your brave efforts to protect him.”

Narcissa entered the room then, after tending to the unconscious Draco for a few minutes since you arrived with him. Lucius stood to his feet and approached his wife, leaning close to her to whisper in her ear, and you watched tears fill Narcissa’s eyes as she stared at you.

“But (Y/N), you made our son so happy, he was the happiest we had ever seen him whenever he was with you!” She pleaded.

Lucius wrapped an arm around her waist. “It’s to protect him, Narcissa, she did the impossible to keep him safe.”

And with that, you rose to a standing position, not wanting to dwell on the explanation of your actions any longer. “The sleeping charm I cast on him will wear off soon enough, I’ll be making my leave now.”

Before you left, Narcissa pulled you into a wordless embrace. Words werent needed for you to know you were feeling the same agony of the loss of the boy you had come to know.

~

“Who else would match the devotion of killing your darling?” Bellatrix snickers, spitting the petname he frequently called you.

In response, Draco raises an eyebrow, almost cockily. “I dont have a darling, Bellatrix, I havent the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

No, no, dont try to outsmart her, dont! You plead with him inside your head, and attempt to use your eyes to beg him not to take this further, but he simply winks at you. He thinks he’s found a loophole, a way to control this situation, but the panic on both Narcissa’s and Lucius’ faces as they stand behind him says otherwise.

“Dont play dumb with me, boy, you’ve been all over this girl for the past four years! Acting like you dont know her, gosh, that really is cruel, how could you do that to her?” Bellatrix sneers.

Draco laughs at her, and you want to clamp your hand over his mouth to prevent him from ruining everything, but you dont even have the strength to pull yourself to your feet.

“I can assure you, if this girl had any involvement with me, I would not shy away from admitting that. This girl, I think her name is (Y/N), and all I know of her is that we had potions class together, and occasionally spoke when we were partnered by Snape, but I have no further knowledge of who she is, none whatsoever. Killing her would mean nothing to me.” Although Draco only said that last sentence to protect you, in the hopes of Bellatrix realising she’d made a mistake and then releasing you and finding another soul to subject to Draco’s mission instead, his words hurt, and that is your own fault.

~

“Darling, please, talk to me! What’s made you cry like this!?!” You pleaded with Draco as you held his broken form in your arms, his body heaving with dry, painful sobs as you two laid on your bed.

“He’s going to make me kill you, (Y/N), I cant do it, I cant! I cant live without you!” Draco cried, his arms tightening around you as he buried his face further into the crook of your neck.

Your fate should be inevitable, but it hangs in the balance. Either your death will completely destroy Draco, or he wont be able to kill you, and he’ll be murdered as punishment. It was in that moment, you realised that you had to save Draco from this horrible fate altogether.

~

“Draco, stop it!” Narcissa hisses.

“No, Mother, I wont! Bellatrix appears to be under the impression that there is someone outside of my family who actually means something to me, for that she is a fool, and deserves to be made aware of it.” Draco scolds his aunt.

Bellatrix suddenly points her wand at Draco, and performs a charm that you recognise to be a truth-telling charm.

“Now tell me, Draco, do you know this girl?” Her eyebrow is raised as she continues to hold her wand, pointed at her nephew.

“How many times do I have to say this before you get it through your head? I barely know her!” Draco retorts in annoyance, and Bellatrix lowers her wand, releasing him from the hold of the charm.

For a few moments which, in your head, equal the length of a lifetime, Bellatrix paces the floor behind you, before shoving you onto your back and snatching your wand.

“Let’s have a look at the last spells this filthy mudblood performed.” Bellatrix giggles to herself as she examines your wand.

You lay silent on the floor, your eyes staring off into nothing as tears begin to blur your vision, but you dont speak a word. Some desperate part of your mind is so sure that if you dont give yourself away, Bellatrix will never find out the truth.

A shriek erupts from Bellatrix, causing your body to jolt in shock before her boot makes harsh contact with your stomach.

“This disgusting wretch used obliviate on Draco! How pathetic!” She cackles menacingly, and your eyes close in a pained blink.

“Im sorry.” You manage to utter to the Malfoys, your split lip bleeding with your attempts to speak.

“What!?!” Draco barks, eyes wide in shock as he stares own at you.

“Well, we’d better do a simple reverse spell with her wand to make things right, or this wont be any fun at all!” Bellatrix concludes.

“No!” You cry out, your composure gone as you launch yourself in front of Draco, hoping to deflect the spell, but Bellatrix grabs you and locks an arm around your neck, holding you in place as she aims your wand at her nephew.

Draco’s gaze flickers between his parents and you, beyond confused as to what is happening around him. The memory of the last time you saw confusion so deeply set in his eyes haunts you as your body is rigid under Bellatrix’s grasp.

~

“I love you, Draco, and I am so, so sorry.” You whispered into his hair as he continued to sob in your arms.

“I-I love you too.” Draco uttered in reply, and you closed your eyes tightly, fighting back tears as you realised this would be the last time you heard him say those words to you.

As discretely as you could manage, you lifted your wand, and with Draco’s face hidden in your neck, he was completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. You sniffled, and Draco’s arms tightened around yours.

“Hey, dont cry, i-it’s alright, w-we’ll figure something out, like we always do!” Draco tried to ease your nerves, but little did he know his efforts were in vain.

With shaking hands, you pointed your wand to Draco’s head, and muttered the most destructive word you had ever heard yourself say.

“Obliviate.”

Silence fell as Draco’s sobs came to an abrupt halt. You sat up, and forced Draco to do the same. He was in a daze, and the confused expression on his face with tears still staining his cheeks was a sight that fractured your heart completely. Lifting your wand once more, you cast a sleeping charm, before you allowed yourself to burst into tears, clutching his unconscious body close to yours for the last time.

~

“No! Dont hurt him like this, please!” You scream with everything you have, desperately thrashing your body, kicking against Bellatrix until she lets you go, and you stumble over to Draco, collapsing against his form.

You wrap your arms around him protectively, squinting your eyes shut and bracing for impact, hoping the spell will somehow miraculously hit you instead, willing to believe that just you holding him will be enough to protect him. Draco grabs your arms and gently pushes you away from him, holding you at arms length to stare into your eyes, a frown set deep on his face.

“What’s going on, (Y/N)?” He asks you, an almost begging tone to his voice as he searches your eyes for an explanation.

Your lips part, but before you can utter a word, Draco’s body stumbles backwards as the memories of the last four years of his life spent with you come crashing down on him like a tonne of bricks, almost sending him to the floor if it werent for his parents holding him steady. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bellatrix with a dark smirk on her face.

“(Y/N)?”

Goosebumps ripple all over your skin at the sound of him saying your name, with the endearing tone he always used whenever speaking to you, the tone that he had forgotten existed until now. You turn back to him, and the look in his eyes tears you apart. There’s so much love, an endless amount of almost child-like joy at him finally being able to see you as more than the classmate you were to him mere moments ago. He approaches you, his hand slowly reaching for your face as his body towers over you, and when his delicate touch meets your bruised cheek, tears begin to cascade down your face. Draco’s eyes soften, and he pulls you into his warm, all-too-familiar embrace, one that you wish you could reject, but there’s no possible way you ever could.

“Why did you do it?” Draco asks you in a hushed voice, pulling away from you slightly so that he can read your face.

You sniffle and wipe your eyes. “To save you. I knew that my death would either destroy you, or you wouldnt be able to do it, and that would cause your death. The only thing I could do was erase every memory of us from your mind, so that you could end my life, without it killing you. And if you hadnt been your usual smug self, it would have worked.“

Draco chuckles as tears prick his eyes. “Well, for once Im actually proud of being a smug arsehole.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Why?“

Draco smiles down at you, his thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. “Because in whatever sense it may be, a life without you by my side is not a life worth living.”

You sniffle and shake your head at him. “Dont, please, dont ever say that.”

Draco’s expression hardens. “It’s the truth.” He suddenly pushes you behind him, his eyes fixed on Bellatrix as he pulls out his wand. “Either we both live, or we both die, which will it be?“

"Draco!!” His parents shout in outrage, but Bellatrix giggles in response to his words, and paces in front of him menacingly.

“You’d rather die for that filthy mudblood than live to serve the Dark Lord?” She presses, almost as though she wants him to reiterate his point, just to be sure.

“The only way I’ll serve him is if (Y/N) remains alive and by my side, if that cant happen, then kill me.” Draco explains.

Without hesitation, you take ahold of his hand and stand beside him, looking up at him with fire in your eyes.

“Kill both of us, or neither.” You add, a fierce expression as your eyes lock on the evil witch herself.

Bellatrix cackles so hard that she throws her head back, but she regains her composure to shrug at the two of you. “Well, that’s quite alright, as killing one of you will kill the other anyway!“

Yours and Draco’s eyes widen in alarm as Bellatrix lifts her wand one final time.

"Avada Kedavra!”

Shoving Draco to the side, expecting her to aim the curse at you, you close your eyes and brace for impact. But when nothing hits you, and a devilish shriek fills the room as Bellatrix disapparates out of the room, you open your eyes to see Draco lying on the floor beside you, colour rapidly draining from his face as his parents kneel at his side.

“No, NO!” You scream, falling beside him and kissing his face, grabbing his hands, clinging to him desperately.

Without thinking it through, you grab his wand, and try to perform healing spells on him, but Draco wraps his hands around yours.

“It’s alright darling, you cant stop this.” His expression contorts in pain, and it becomes clear to you that holding on for as long as he has after that spell, is agony for him.

“No, you cant die, no, please, dont go! I cant lose you again, please!” Your sobs wrack through your body, your mind spinning as your heart pounds inside your chest.

With eyes wide like a deer in headlights, you turn to Lucius. “Is it possible for a wizard to perform the killing curse on themselves?”

Lucius frowns at you sadly. “In some extreme cases, it has been proven possible, but the spell requires more than just a desire to kill, there has to be a strong feeling behind it.“

You look back down at Draco. “That wont be a problem.”

Draco holds your hand as you lift his wand to your temple. “(Y/N), dont.”

You shake your head. “You said it yourself, we both live, or we both die. Im about as prepared to live in a world without you as you would be to live in one without me: which is not prepared at all.”

Draco nods, accepting defeat, one of his hands still clinging to yours with the small amount of life he has left.

“Goodnight, love.” He whispers to you with his last breath.

You lean down to kiss his lips softly. “See you soon, my angel.”

Sitting up, you stare at his grief stricken parents, and give them a kind smile.

Lucius struggles to hold back his tears. “You saved our son, without you, he wouldnt have had the strength to resist the way he did for so many years of his life. Thank you.“

Narcissa sniffles. "We love you, (Y/N), and we’re proud to call you a Malfoy.”

Your smile widens at their kind words. “I love you both, too. Thank you for everything. Goodbye.“

Narcissa falls against Lucius’ chest. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

Averting your eyes, your gaze drifts back to Draco, and you smile gently at him as you lift his wand to your temple. You know that, when this spell is used, it is most commonly out of hatred, meaning that it is shouted out of anger. However, your death is not going to be out of anger, it is out of love, which is a feeling more powerful than hate could ever be, and for that reason, you can make this unforgivable curse, peaceful. Closing your eyes, with a smile still on your face and your free hand holding Draco’s, you carefully whisper the words that you once feared, but now welcome with open arms. And as soon as the words fall from your lips, the lonely world around you falls, too, into a blissful darkness, until it ceases to be.

[cupoftaae]

Forever and a day (KTH x READER) series♡ boys never grow up. chapter 3

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count: around 2k!!

chapter warnings: so much angst, some fluff if you squint. tae is really sad and reader is kind of mean in this chapter (but shes just confused its ok!) some suggestive talk but nothing major. i think thats all?

A/N- hey everyone! thank you for being so patient with this chapter, I apologize again for going offline for like 2 months, school and work is so crazy but Im glad to be back and writing. Enjoy chapter 3 and check my page for the previous 2 chapters. I will make a masterlist with each chapter soon.

"Honestly if you ask me, hes not doing you any favors. hes holding you back, he works from home and expects you to stay there with him, like a child who depends on their parent. its pathetic. I dont know why hes so defensive over you, He probably has a crush. Hes not very good at hiding it-"

you stared off at the wall behind your boyfriend, Kaito, as he rambled about the previous days altercation. you agreed to meet him for breakfast at the cafe down the street despite you trying to find an excuse out of it that wasnt: "I need to talk to Tae".

you had tried to communicate with tae as soon as you walked out of your room but he was afraid you were mad, and made up some lie about meeting with a friend. you know tae isnt meeting up with anyone. perhaps kaito was correct about the whole 'he depends on you' type thing, because since you guys had agreed to be friends with benefits, he isolated himself to just you. it was slightly concerning considering the fact you two are no longer exclusive, yet he remains emotionally attached.

"What do you think?" he spoke up, taking a sip of his still steaming coffee, while yours remained untouched.

shit.

"about what?" your eyes grew large, hands resting in your lap as you met his confused and slightly irritated gaze.

"about moving in with Chae? I just said it?"

you scoffed under your breath and looked out the window, shaking your head. he was still talking about this? you think he would learn and know better after last nights scene which was caused by this very topic.

"i dont....I dont know kai. Ive got a lot on my plate right now, and she hasnt even reached out to me about that so" you shrugged and looked down at your mug.

"whats going on with you?" he began, eyes scanning over your slumped frame. "you are a mess lately, you dont listen to me when I talk, you havent been keeping up with homework, youre always busy."

you sadly fidgeted with your coat sleeve, realizing everything he was saying was true.

"you know your grades are dropping in Ms.Daniels class right? you never submitted your final scene for the semester and she keeps bugging me to tell you about it, even though you should be keeping track of it yourself, Y/N"

you sighed deeply before nodding, feeling tears at the brim of your eyes. " i know" you mumbled.

"you are becoming distracted. dont let him do that to you. hes 23 years old and he is acting like that? keeping you from being successful just because he dropped out of college himself?"

you felt like your heart had been stabbed by your boyfriends words. You loved tae, he was your best friend, you spent all night in tears over how guilty you felt about this whole situation. you loved him, more than you had realized, but within those thoughts you also came to the conclusion that all you two had was sex. there was no dates, there was no true quality time together that didnt end up with you both making out. You wanted better, you wanted a relationship, which is the one thing Tae didnt want, and you know he would never date you.

Maybe that was it, all these harbored feelings which longed for something he would never give you. but you have kaito now, and its not fair for you to allow Taehyung to cling to your feet while also pursuing a relationship. what were you thinking? about to give up a relationship with a man who actually will give you want you want for some playdate? get yourself together y/n.

"you are right." you swallowed and wiped a tear, looking up at him. he frowned, "im not trying to hurt your feelings, im just saying what I think can help"

"no, no, angel." you reached over to hold his hand. "I need to start focusing on me and less on him. You are correct"

"can I ask you something?" Kaito mumbled, his thumb running over your knuckles.

"hm?"

"were you and him ever together?"

you laughed, shaking your head while trying to think of exactly how to word it. "no. we were never together in any kind of way" you offered a reassuring smile as he nodded.

"ok, im just trying to figure out why he could be so obsessed with you" he laughed

you hummed, "me and him have been friends since we were little, we do everything together and I think since he moved away from his parents, i remind him most of home?" you shrugged.

"maybe. or he likes you" he laughed again.

you bit your lip and shook your head. "no, I dont think so"

"ive seen the way he looks at you." he went on, sitting back. "im a man, y/n, I know these things".

"what things?"

"you know...like when a guy is 'intruiged' by a girl, wants to 'be' with them." he gestures. "to be honest he does seem like the kind to just try and get what he wants then leave" he added on casually, eating the last bite of the shared muffin in front of you.

you were in shock. Is that what all men did? did taehyung only see you in that way?

"and...how do you see me?"

kaito looks back at you and smiles, "i see you as the most beautiful girl, who I love immensely and would do anything for"

your cheeks blush, sitting back in your seat as your hands fidgeted.

"do you wanna just spend the day together? you dont have to go back tonight, id imagine things are....tense, back at the apartment" kaito suggested, standing up and tossing trash away.

spend the day and spend the night with kaito? but what about taehyung? another missed opportunity to finally talk with him.

"sure" you mumble. "but I do need to head home first for a few hours so I can finish some homework, can you pick me up around 6?" you ask, getting up as well.

he kissed your forhead. "ill be there"

-

Taehyung had been sitting by the lake while he attempted to read "The Catcher In The Rye", a book you previously suggested to him. He didnt understand this type of literature, it wasnt for him. He was never the type to sit and read, but oh how he wanted to be like you.

he lied and told you he was meeting up with a friend from high school, which he knew you wouldnt believe, considering he doesnt have any friends. He just wanted an excuse to avoid you and whatever angry words you had to share with him.

he realized a few things last night, 1, that the chance of you feeling how he feels about you, was literally 0 now. and 2, he needs to get his shit together. It would be hard to just throw away how he felt, especially with what Dahyun said last night. but he knew nothing would come from this. tae needs to focus on tae.

He never regretted his college decision, but he regretted devoting his time so young with some fucking business corporation. If he could chose to do anything, it would be an artist, or something like that. He would love to teach art to younger children. He loved kids and the freedom of expression, the freedom of just being and living. He wished he had motivation to go after what he wanted like you did. Perhaps he believes reading books you enjoy will somehow change him.

or not, considering hes reread the same page 4 times. he looked up to view the water. the way it rippled slightly with the wind. His attention was then caught by a much older man sitting just on the other side of the lake with an easel and canvas, painting. he smiled to himself as he began to think of all the possibilities his life could go in. Since the pandemic, hes kinda been at a stand still. Now the world is open and, truthfully, if he tries hard enough, he could do whatever he wanted. maybe he was too dependent on certain people in his life.

he looked down at his phone to check the time, seeinng you had texted him. He nervously opened the message which contained:

bumblebee: hey, staying over at kaitos tonight. im home rn so do you want me to cook something for you and leave it for dinner? lmk."

he scoffed. you seriously think he cant cook or fend for himself. Hell, you start a kitchen fire ONE TIME and suddenly you cant make dinner.

his eyebrows furrowed. he didnt care anymore if you were gonna spend time with kaito. you were not his to claim. you dont care so why should he? he wants to just forget about everything, the friends with benefits, the dream, YOU, everything.

you had stopped typing on your computer to read his response,

tata: no, thank you though. have fun!

you rolled your eyes, considering throwing together some miso soup and putting it on the stove for him. you knew he was still angry, you hadnt even been able to talk or sort it out, but he was trying to pull some act on you.

you left him on read before getting up and cooking, knowing he would end up eating it anyway.

Taehyung had stood from his spot and brushed the grass stain off his jeans before walking back home. He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to you, but the minute he walked in proved it would be harder than he thought.

you were stood in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a clip and you were applying lipstick through the reflection of the microwave.

you both saw eachother, speaking at the same time.

"is that my book?" "you made soup?"

you both smiled. "you read the book while you were with your friend?" you mumble, screwing the cap back onto your lipstick and throwing it into your overnight bag.

"yep" he pressed his lips together. "he had to, uh, leave early and I wanted to enjoy the nice air today so I stayed out longer. Brought it to keep me busy."

you crossed your arms and looked at him, nodding.

"hm, what do you think of Holden?" you asked.

his eyebrows raised as he looked at the book in his hand.

"uh, I mean. Hes a great guy" tae shrugged nonchalantly.

you scoffed. "no he isnt, hes incredibly flawed, and you did not read that book taehyung"

he looked toward the floor, accepting defeat. "Ok...but look" he walked further into the kitchen as he explained himself. "I cant get into it, I dont get any of the books that you recommend, like cmon what the hell is the 'bird that flew over the cuckoos tree'???"

"its 'nest' tae, and of course you cant get into it" you laughed to yourself. "they arent meant for you."

he put the book down on the table and looked up sadly, confused. "what does that mean?"

you sigh "it means you are childish"

"oh" he looks back at his shoes, deciding not to say anything further.

"you just like simple things, things that dont complicate you. stick to mangas and shit." you spoke, checking your bag so you have everything ready to go to kaitos.

you didnt mean to be rude. but you were fed up. here he is being all attached and in your space again, not even addressing or apologizi-

"look im sorry" he spoke up, voice raspy as he clears it.

you stand to look back at him, eyebrows raised.

"im sorry for being awful last night, it was so out of order and I understand I am quick to act like that and Ill do what I can to avoid it. Im sorry I made things weird, im sorry I embarrassed you and your boyfriend, im sorry for all of it. I am sorry that you feel like you cant talk to me, and im sorry for reading your book, or not? reading it? Im sorry that the reason I was so off yesterday is because I had a dream where we were intimate and it made me feel gross and disgusting because not even 5 hours later your boyfriend was in the room. im sorry that im too involved with you, you are my best friend and you are only that. I wont hold you back anymore, have fun at kaitos and text me. or dont, i dont care. Thanks for the soup." he spoke flatly, taking a breath as he finished then walking casually to his room as you stood there frozen, unsure of what to do or say.

"what the fuck?" you whispered to yourself, trying to unpack everything he just said. A dream??

you clutched your head and sighed. everything is such a mess. you finished throwing stuff into your bag and grabbed your phone, wanting kaito to pick you up an hour earlier, you needed to get out of the apartment and free your mind of whatever the fuck is going on. you needed to just have a nice time with your boyfriend.

taehyung leaned against the door to his bedroom and watched you leave with kaito. once you were gone, he shut the door and threw his hands to his face in shame. he really just let everything go there.

He wanted to rip the bandaid off, he wasnt sure it was the best way to do it but....kinda too late now. He wasnt sure what you would think of him now, but his conscience is now clean and he can do what he has been wanting to do: move on.

A/N: whew. the plot thickens. !!expect chapter 4 to be out friday!! comment to join taglist!

@taebangtanbabe

@turnthepageandbeburnt

[ducking-quack]

“You don’t have to pretend around me.”

The voice shaking something deep within you. You look to find Solomon standing in front of you holding out a drink for you and a slice of cake on a plate.

You softly refuse to take either.

You were invited with Solomon to a gala full of powerful sorcerers, of course your name being renowned for a starting sorcerer already wielding so much power to even surpass their master and command the seven lords of Devildom. No wonder you were the talk of the gala, all kinds of people introducing themselves to you and offering to get your drinks, food or anything else.

You wandered away to a further wall, Solomon not noticing immediately since he was caught up in talking his way out of trapped conversations.

Typically, you slightly enjoyed parties when Diavolo would host. The seven brothers and everyone from purgatory hall joining at the castle for a party. It was fun and you enjoyed yourself.

Why can’t you do that now? You should be making bond with other sorcerers and be charming like a good apprentice, but you can’t. You’re just sitting at the table furthest from the party.

Solomon gives you a little sigh and grins.

“You know,” he says as he takes a seat next to you. “I don’t really enjoy these kind of parties either. I only brought you here because I thought you’d enjoy it.”

You go to lie saying you do enjoy it, not wanting to disappoint Solomon but he already gives another knowing smile.

“I already know you too well, MC. You are my apprentice after all. You’re more than that, you’re like…a true friend. It’s been millennia since I’ve got to call another human a friend.” Solomon says, twiddling his fingers.

You’re a bit surprised, usually he would tease you and joke around. Of course you knew he cared about you, but to hear him call you a friend endears you.

Solomon looks at you a bit expectantly, but you don’t know what to say.

“Of course, you could call me your friend too, you know.”

You feel a little embarrassed, you thought that was already implied. You two have always been close since day one, perhaps at first it was because you two were the only humans in Devildom and reminded each other of home. Though now being back at the human world, at this sorcerer gala sitting beside Solomon, you can’t help but look over at him and think of Devildom and how much you miss it.

“You miss being with the others, don’t you? I can say just as much. Being at a party that isnt rowdy with antics seems foreign to me now. Perhaps we should stop by and pay a visit to everybody?”

You immediately nod and Solomon smiles.

“Good, I’ve been wanting to share a delicious tea blend with you all.” Solomon says, quickly filling you with dread as he teleports you two to Devildom with none of the party guests noticing.

[jjkyaoi]

hi. i figured that while i’m on that crime boys grind, that i should. cracks knuckles. pop off with something that makes yall cry, so

i’ve been rewatching the wilbur tour stream with tommy recently, and there’s some things i noticed about what c!tommy had to say to his chat about getting wilbur stone that i haven’t seen people talk about much? and because i’m thinking about it —and, honestly because i’m sort of tired of the ppl misinterpreting how c!tommy feels about c!wilbur— i’m just gonna. does my silly little dance. use my big boy brain and talk abt it

“nonono, i know about the manipulation, i don’t *care!* cause he doesn’t think i can! ....which, obviously i can, so i’ve obviously proved that— but it’s not *about* that! i know he’s trying to manipulate me and it won’t *work.”*

so, here it’s obvious that c!tommy is struggling about how he feels about the interaction he’d just had. he seems to be slightly caught up in the fact that wilbur doesn’t think he can get the stone, and that’s something that he has to remind himself “isn’t the point”, but *also,* the fact that he later on says this;

“and he would be impressed with me, which, admittedly would feel nice, cause it’s—cause it’s nice... and it.. it doesn’t matter, though, but it—it *would* be nice.”

clearly, all the bad past experiences he’s had with wilbur has lead him to distrust the man— has lead him to view the man as somebody who “can’t be trusted” no matter what and somebody who “hasn’t changed since pogtopia”, especially considering later on he goes on to say this

“cause he’s gonna start another *thing.* and if he thinks l’manberg.. was just a way so he could get in....”

“oh no. i’m gonna have to— he’s gonna destroy the server, if he likes dream.”

clearly, wilbur’s earlier interactions— the things he said to him, whether they be true or untrue about l’manberg and dream has lead to tommy not trusting him even more— or, the words had such an affect on him/hurt him to the degree where it’s doubled down on the little trust he has for c!wilbur, and hearing wilbur openly admit that he likes c!dream, the man who’s been tormenting him to no end, puts him in tommy’s “enemies” category— makes him think that he’s gonna destroy the server and he’s gonna have to go against him, whether he likes it or doesn’t like it or whether it be true or it isn’t.

c!tommy is currently,,, conflicted on how he feels about c!wilbur, to say the least. we don’t know the interactions he had in limbo with wilbur, but it caused his view of the man to go from apprehensive to aggression. even saying *this* to ranboo and tubbo in the revival stream.

“do you think i liked wilbur? is that what this is about?”

and when ranboo goes on to say,

“*the* wilbur? like, your friend?”

tommy responds,

“we are not *fucking* friends, ranboo.”

beforehand, if tommy were to be told that, he wouldn’t have such a violent reaction— he wouldn’t have dismissed his ally ship with wilbur completely, wouldn’t have said that they weren’t friends entirely. tommy’s main motivation in the past was dedicated to wilbur— the *real* wilbur, so it’s confusing yet, if you think about it, there’s some reasons for why he could react so violently against c!wilbur.

going back to the limbo interactions. there’s like, what, some canon months worth of interactions we didn’t get to see in there? we only got to see *one* interaction out of months worth, but when c!tommy came back he didn’t seem— he didn’t act like the interactions were very pleasant. it’s off screen interactions so there’s plenty room for interpretation, but c!tommy has hinted, multiple times that whatever interactions he’d had with wilbur in there weren’t good, even to the point of begging c!dream to not revive wilbur, when beforehand the most he’d been about c!wilbur’s possible revival was nervous, even going so far as to say that he’d be his *friend* just so he doesn’t revive wilbur, and in the revival stream c!tommy was looking genuinely scared at the possibility of wilbur being back, going “you don’t understand, *wilbur’s back”* in a tone that, obviously couldn’t mean good things or isnt said in a pleasant way.

tldr. a part of tommy things wilbur is going to do something dangerous. this mistrust/believe is a combination of all the unresolved trauma he has from wilbur from the past, the off screen limbo interactions, and c!wilbur unintentionally adding fuel to the fire by saying that he believes his literal abuser is the hero and that he didn’t really care for l’manberg —which, i don’t believe is true - in the least, but regardless, isn’t a good thing to say to c!tommy— which is just a huge heap of garbage onto “the reasons why c!tommy doesn’t trust c!wilbur, the saga”.

however, this doesn’t mean i’m saying c!tommy thinks wilbur is completely irredeemable/thinks he’s the spawn of satan, either. he doesn’t trust him, yes, but there’s *care* there, like the tangent c!tommy went on about how it would be nice for c!wilbur to be impressed with him for getting stone/possibly praise him; he still searches ofter the man’s reassurance praise and, probably always will, because c!wilbur had sort of always been a guidance figure for tommy for so long. c!tommy currently doesn’t trust wilbur, but there’s also a part of him for yearns for the man’s praise and his attention, which is the reason why he got the stone so quickly, though he furiously said that “wasn’t the point”.

and also, c!tommy’s entire monologue about “not giving up on people” to foolish, to which he said that c!wilbur wanted people to see him as the villain, iirc, which is. Interesting. to me, because it’s clear that he still hasn’t gotten completely rid of the “c!wilbur is the villain” mentality in his mind, but from that sentence alone he’s trying to understand c!wilbur more, and also his whole speech about how “if you care about somebody, don’t give up on them”. c!tommy’s feelings on wilbur currently are complicated, but he’s always been willing to follow him to the ends of the earth— he’s always trusted and loved that man with his entire heart, so that basically means that, yea, he still might think c!wilbur is a bad guy and not entirely trust him, but he also isn’t going to give up on him. and he’d said he “didn’t have it in him to save the server before” so it makes me think that 👁️ maybe he’ll just try to convince c!wilbur to the “good side”? thinks he doesn’t think he’s on the good side?? perhaps??

i don’t know. i’m just thinking about them. c!crime boys make me so very Emotional there’s so much - to them and i just ,,,, hold it gently. c!crime boys how do u manage to be one of the most bittersweet dynamics on this server

[cloudycrystalkpop]

SMOKY | Heaven Above

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! Reader

words: 3k+

warnings: childhood trauma, smut

au: crown royal au | moodboard 

series masterlist: SMOKY

~

You lay in bed, just a bit away from the edge of the king sized mattress. Tonight was your wedding night, dressed in a silk slip that left little of your figure to the imagination, you looked to the other end of the bed, where your husband lay.

The boy was curled in a ball, his large frame made incredibly small and just a breath away from falling off the edge of his bed.

His body twitched and shook every now and again, you could only assume it was tears.

You couldn't blame him, in the madness of the last month youd cried yourself a sea of saltwater, watching as your future slipped away like sand from your fingers.

"... Mingi?" you spoke as softly as you could to the other end of the dark bed. The man jumped at the sound of his name.

"... Y-yes?" his voice shook in his throat, laced with fear. This caused you to frown.

"I know youre upset but, would you like to talk about it?" you offered gently. He stiffened at your words.

After a long minute of silence, and no movement from the other end of the bed, you assumed that perhaps he had fallen asleep, turning back to gaze up at the canopy.

"... Im sorry." the voice was so quiet you thought you might have imagined it. "Im sorry for everything. Im sorry youre stuck with someone... Someone like me."

"Someone... Like you? Marrying a stranger isnt something i resent you for." you tried to comfort him.

"No-well, yes but... You didnt have a choice..."

"Neither did you." you turned to face him, watching the outline of his back.

"... Mother says I should have run away and died in the woods." you felt shock fall on your chest at his confession. "Mother says im an embarrassment, that i shouldnt have been born. All ill ever be is a burden... And im sorry... Sorry that it falls to you know, and when im nothing more than a stranger... "

You felt a piece of your heart break at his words, the sniffles in his voice and the shaking of his shoulders now falling into place.

"Mingi, you are my husband. Which, means we are meant to be a team. I... Understand all of this is frightening, but, will you please give me a chance? So we can be... Not strangers anymore?"

After a long pause, the man rolled over, now facing you. You saw the stains on his cheeks reflected in the moonlight peeking in from the silk curtains.

Upon instinct, you reached out to tuck the hair away from his eyes, but you hesitated.

"... May i touch you?" you asked.

Mingi nodded his head, nuzzling his cheek into the pillow.

He flinched only slightly as you brushed his hair away from his eyes. Watching as he blinked them open, the smoky, empty irises stared back at you, tears still hidden in the corners.

"Mingi, I think... We can prove your mother wrong. With practice, you wont be a burden on anyone," you placed a hand on his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

"With time, i think you can be a good king." the boys body racked in sobs once more as you pulled him close.

You slept that night, with your husband wrapped up in your arms. Tomorrow, is your coronation. You are to be the crown princess, and the sleeping man in your arms, the prince.

~

Mingi disliked walking with a cane. it was loud and he too often found himself still tripping on his own two feet. at home he knew the halls by heart, navigating them even when tired like any other resident. but in this new strange place, he had to keep one hand pressed against the wallpaper, feeling his way to build his map of this castle. the castle that was now his new prison.

he had been assigned a guard as his guide, a charming young man who gently guided the prince, Mingi’s left hand resting on his shoulder, his right hands fingertips brushing the walls.

you trailed behind the pair, watching curiously. Mingi’s head rested bent, his chin almost touching his chest. his resting state seems to always involve making himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

the guard’s playful voice chimed in, interrupting your studying of your husband.

“I must say, I really expected you to deny the request for me to join you today, Your Highness.” he smiled over his shoulder, clearly speaking to you.

“oh? and why is that?” you asked.

“well, you have that knight of yours~ he speaks so fondly of you, and I almost never see you two apart. I was almost frightened id make him jealous.” the man giggled.

“hmm, Seonghwa has been loyal to me since I was a teenager. I trust him very much as I'm sure you've seen.” you nod. “may I ask your name sir...?”

“Hongjoong!” he smiles over his shoulder, bowing his head.

“...are...we in the main hall?” a quiet voice speaks. Mingi’s hand fell from running along the wall, instead laying limp at his side.

“ah, yes! it would seem we have arrived!” Hongjoong chimed.

~

the coronation was, a frightening experience. you stood at the head of the hallway, almost envying Mingi for not having to look the countless royals in the eye. see the seething and loathing, and plots for your murder, just to take a crown you never even wanted to begin with.

you placed your hand on your husbands bent arm, and it was then you realized, he was shaking. it was customary that the now crown prince lead his princess out of the hall, but Mingi still had only half learned the layout of this castle. never mind the panic he was hiding under the circlet on his head.

“Mingi,” you spoke, not even a whisper. you felt his arm flex under your hand. “match my footsteps, and lets get out of here.” he let the smallest nod, and the two of you set off.

you held your head high, eyes forward, not even bothering to return the stares from the court. you would be queen, weather you liked it or not, and now was not the time to show weakness. now was the time to prove that you were unshakeable. your “unroyal appearance” be damned.

~

when you arrived back at your bedroom, Mingi asked if he could have a moment alone. the poor man was close to tears once more, arms wrapped around his body as he shrunk into a chair, curling in on himself once again.

a part of you wanted to go and pull the shaking man into your arms just as you had done the night before. cooing soft words into his hair. but, you didn't want to invade his space, so instead you ventured out, closing the door behind you.

“my Lady!” a new voice called from down the hallway. you turned to see a head of dirty blonde hair, as a court member walked up to you. you braced yourself, turning to face the man head on. “my Lady, I don't mean to intrude, but I wanted to introduce myself. I am Duke Kang Yeosang, of the west valley.” he kneeled before you, head bowed low.

you blinked in surprise. a duke? on his knees in an introduction?

“you needn't be so formal, Duke Kang. there is no guard here to pierce your breast for sneezing at the wrong time.”

the man let out a hearty laugh, raising to his feet.

“ah, I see you dread such social conventions as well. and please My Lady, just Yeosang.” he smiled. the man before you was incredibly handsome, his speaking voice a gentle but deep baritone. he then took your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it, bending in a low bow with his eyes closed as his lips lingered just a moment on your skin.

your heart beat echoed in your head as the warmth of his mouth on your bare skin. swallowing your blush down, you gently pulled your hand away from his touch. his eyes opened, staring up at you through his lashes.

“I am sorry my Lady, have I made you uncomfortable?” his brows furrowed in a frown, before the edge of a sword meets his neck.

“step away from the princess please.” a growl like voice calls from behind the Duke.

“Seonghwa! this man means no harm, leave him alone.” you glare to the man with the sword.

“if that is true perhaps you should answer his question Princess-”

“no. no, he did not make me uncomfortable. he simply took me by surprise.” you stated, staring down the man with the sword. he sighed, but sheathed his blade nonetheless.

“you should speak to your future Queen with more respect.” Yeosang stated.

“you shouldn't touch people without their consent.” countered Seonghwa.

a sigh fell from your lips. so this is a new dynamic you are going to have to deal with.

~

as the days bled into weeks, you found yourself within the company of the young Duke often, your guard dog never far behind. the pair could never get along, Seonghwa seeming to think every time Yeosang breathed, it was a threat to your safety.

you’ve spent countless hours in the library, Yeosang at your side, coaching you through politics, philosophies, and ideologies. his eyes sparked every time, he as well fit for the part of a Duke.

you’d be lying to say that the closeness with the young man didn't stir something within you. his curious eyes, his intelligent speech, the way he guided you.

more than just a flutter in your stomach, Yeosang’s long thin fingers dancing across the pages, the small dart of his tongue to his lips before speaking. this man sired feelings in you you had ignored since your girlhood.

days curled up in the library, hiding away from prying eyes, reading the strangest erotic poems you could find. most so ridiculous they made you snicker. but others... that was the same warmth you felt when Yeosang grabbed you by the wrist to keep you from knocking off your water goblet.

“my Lady, you must be careful! you could have stained your dress.” he placed your hand back in your lap.

“nonsense, water will dry. it leaves no stains anyway.” you huffed. Yeosang let out that hearty laugh once again.

~

Seonghwa complained about the Duke while escorting you back to your quarters. you simply laughed and rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“princess, please promise me you will call me if that... that mockingbird, ever lays his hands on you.” you laughed once more at his words.

‘mockingbird’ for his deep and ‘droning’ voice Seonghwa hated so much.

“you are not my father Seonghwa. you needn’t be so protective over such things.” you teased. “or are you perhaps, jealous?”

Seonghwa’s cheeks tinted pink as he looked down. “...you have not called on me for such... help, in a long time.” he admitted.

ah, that explains his borderline possessiveness.

“...Seonghwa, I am a married woman.” you stated.

“I know that! but you are not married to that Duke-” you cut him off with a sharp turn on your heel.

“enough.” Seonghwa fell silent at your stern tone. “watch your tongue, for you speak above your rank and I have little interest in hearing it.”

he clenched his jaw, but did not speak further.

“I have no further need for you tonight. you are dismissed.”

“as you wish, my princess.” he bowed low, but he never dropped his eye contact with you. Seonghwa begged you silently, begged for the affection you used to wrap yourself in. Seonghwa was a loyal knight, one who would carry out any request you had of him, be it sinful or murderous.

but you had little interest in making an adulteress out of yourself tonight.

you turned your back to the man, and entered your room.

it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, but once you had settled into the darkness, you could see the figure of your husband sitting on the bed, head in his hand.

“Mingi? are you alright?” you quickly rushed to his side of the bed, kneeling before him.

“y-yes, I'm alright, I'm sorry to frighten you.” he spoke softly, raising his head from his hands. you felt a twitch of pain in your chest at the puffiness around his eyes.

“have you been crying, my darling?” you asked, raising to wipe the dampness from his cheeks. his breath hitched, before he sniffled. grasping at your wrists, Mingi raises his head, empty eyes level with your own.

“...will you be honest with me?” he asks.

“of course, Mingi you are my Husband, I have nothing to hide from you-”

“stop. do not- please... please don’t say that until I've asked you my question.” his face is pulled in pain and sorrow, cracking your heart. you fall to your knees once again, placing your hands in his lap, and leading your head against one of his bent knees.

“what is your question, my prince?”

“is it true you have slept with the Duke?” his voice is small as tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“no. I have never had any form of physical intimacy with Duke Kang. the man kissed the back of my hand when we first met, never have we done more.” your words were true, and you saw relief flood Mingi’s chest.

“...thank you... thank you thank you thank you...” he let out a hiccup just as you cupped his cheek.

“who told you such an awful rumor?” you questioned, raising to your feet.

“i... I overheard some of the guards speaking about it.” he admitted. “people forget... I am blind, not def.” you nearly jumped to ask who he had heard saying such things, but thought better of it for the moment.

“and people are fools for such a thing.” you lifted Mingi’s head gently, before placing yourself on his lap. “and they are bigger fools for gossiping about something with no evidence.” gently, you lay Mingi’s head to rest on your collar.

the man melted at your touch, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your chest.

“...you smell... like honey...” he mumbled, voice far away and almost intoxicated.

chuckling you petting his hair, “perhaps you are hungry, my darling prince.” Mingi let out a whine at your words. quickly pulling your hand away you raised his head again, thinking you had caused him pain from the sound.

his eyes were glazed over, cheeks pink, and breath panting in his chest. ah, not pain, pleasure.

“Mingi... have you ever slept with a woman before?” you purr. the man swallows hard.

“no. you think... any woman would want to crawl into bed with me.” he sighs. you tisk, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling his head back.

Mingi lets out a squeak of surprise, that quickly turns into a high pitched moan.

“you are the fool now, little prince. I understand you may have not had the privilege of seeing yourself in the mirror, but” you lean down so your lips graze the shell of his ear. “you are one of the most attractive men I have ever laid eyes on.” you feel Mingi shiver beneath you.

grabbing his jaw tightly, you twist his head, turning it away from you. “I do not care about your blindness Mingi, if I hear such negative self speech from you again, it will earn you a punishment.” he whines once more, before you begin peppering his open neck with kitten kisses.

“p-pl-please-” he whines, hands fisted in your dress, chest rattling with every breath he takes.

“please what? my darling prince~” you coo softly, hands now scratching through his hair.

“p-please... please... use me... I need you...” his voice cracks, barely speaking each word. you coo, cupping the mans cheeks.

“we have been married for almost a month, my prince, and yet we have yet to consecrate our marriage~” you tease, tracing your fingers down his throat.

~

Mingi may be blind, but it takes little time for him to map out your whole body.

his head thrown back against the pillows, neck on full display for you. one of his large hands with a bruising grip on your hip, the other’s fingers tangled with yours above his head. you coo softly to the man as he gasps in pleasure, your free hand bracing yourself on his chest.

you press your forehead to his, panting from the energy it takes to keep bouncing on him. you are thankful he never asked if you had experience in sex, for you worried he might be saddened at the truth.

yet even still, the mere... size of Mingi had your eyes rolling back in your head when you first sunk down on him.

you heard his voice hitch in his throat, hand pulling more on your hip.

“..I-i-ahh-” you could feel him pulse within you. shushing him, you leaned over to place more kisses over his throat.

“its alright, little prince, let it go. will you cum for me?” you cooed softly.

right at your command, Mingi came, spilling himself within you. his voice cried out your name, shoulders shaking as he squeezed your hand.

you softly cooed as you helped him ride out his orgasm, petting his hair and running your hands over his torso. his body finally stilled, and you felt him begin to go soft within you.

your thighs burned slightly as you lifted yourself off of his lap, feeling his cum drip and pool out of you. Mingi whined at the loss of warmth, hands pulled at your hips.

“I-i’m sorry, you didn't...” his face still burned pink, hair a mess on the pillows as he finally began to catch his breath.

“its alright Mingi, you can make it up to me another night.” you chuckled. He swallowed, but nodded.

after leaving to the attached bathroom to clean yourself up and change into your night clothes, you returned to the bed to find Mingi had managed to change the blanket the two of you had soiled. you smiled, noting not to underestimate the man in the future.

“can we... can we do that more?” Mingi mumbled as you crawled into bed beside him.

“of course~” you cooed, stroking his cheek. he sighed in contentment, mumbling to himself.

“what have I done to deserve you...” he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you against his body. “...I am no good for a husband... and probably worse choice for a king... but, for you..” he blinked his eyes open, somehow managing to stare at you. “for you... I'll be whatever you want me to be.”

“is that so? you’ll do anything I ask?” you cooed.

“yes. yes, I promise. you... you own me, mind, body, whatever you want from me... take it.” he begged, eyes hazy once more.

“lets not worry about such things now, little prince.” pulling the man against you, Mingi quickly fell asleep against your chest.

“you own me, mind body, whatever you want from me... take it.”

“oh sweet boy, you should be more careful with your words. you’ve already got me falling in love with you.”

[spinster-sisters]

Thank you. KHJ.

TW: Dom!Jong, Sub!Reader, this isnt exacly a Mafia au its more like it just hints at unlawful buisness practices, i honestly dont know what to put here to describe this, Dollification? perhaps? I dont know if im usuing that correctly, a lot of posessiveness, unprotected sex, general dirty talk stuff the usual, despite the tags its actually kinda sweet (perhaps i just have a fucked up perception of sweet.)

WC: 2.8k

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"Well, Hongjoong it seems you have beaten me again,"

The older man spoke from across the velvet table, placing his cards on the surface. You couldn't help feeling smug on behalf of your lover. You stood up from the corner you were sitting in and made your way over to the table falling into Hongjoongs lap now that the game was over.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just lucky," Hingjoong spoke in a mild tone but his wide wicked smile was enough to show everyone what they already knew. Hongjoong doesn't need luck, he's just that good.

You had been seeing him for quite a while. You started out as a waitress in this very Casino that Hongjoong owned. Nobody really knows exactly what he and his friends do for a living or the legality of it but the Casino was more of Hongjoongs personal side project than an actual job. While it made a lot of money he only ever took up ownership of it because he won it in a game against the original owner.

You had been taken with the man from the moment you laid eyes on him. He radiated confidence and power in every step he took and he had the looks to match. He was absolutely stunning. How your relationship got started wasn't exactly clear but after being his personal waitress for months you ended up in his office with your clothes hanging off the back of the couch.

"How about another game?" The older man asks with a grin. Hongjoong only chuckles. The older man had been eyeing your creepily all night and you looked to Hongjoong, hoping he would understand your discomfort. Your boyfriend meets your eyes for only a moment before looking back at the man.

"No offense sir but you're all out of chips," your boyfriend replies. As he spoke one hand came to rest on your thigh kneading it slightly in his grasp.

"I wasn't thinking about chips. How about something a little more valuable?" He sleazy man asks leaning forward onto the green velvet. Hongjoong was visibly intrigued, the higher the stakes the more fun it is. He raised an eyebrow in a way that says 'im listening.'

"My hotel chain against her," the man replied pointing a crooked finger at you.

You expected a hard no or a "get the hell out of my casino." But one never came. Your head snapped up to your boyfriend's face and to your disbelief, he was smiling. He was still gripping your leg as tightly as before but his hand was inching up the bare expanse of your leg. Hongjoong only waited a moment before responding.

"Let's play,"

You felt your gut drop through the floor as the game began you felt your hands start to shake in your lap, you knew better than to talk during a game but you wanted to scream at Hongjoong for putting you through this. It's not like you weren't confident in his abilities, of course, you were. But that isn't the only factor in card games like these, at a certain point it is simply luck of the draw, and while Hongjoong certain was lucky today could always be the day that luck would fail.

The game was nearing its conclusion and you could feel your palms sweating endlessly. The dealer spoke for the final time,

You watched in fear as the dealer began distributing cards to the two men. You were squirming helplessly in your spot on Hongjoongs lap, enough so that he had to pull you against his chest to keep you still. After looking at his cards your boyfriend placed a reassuring kiss on your temple but your nerves weren't settled, just what the man sitting across the table had in mind for you, you didn't know and you didn't want to. You didn't understand the game well enough to draw any conclusions so instead, you just watched as the game unfolded.

In true expert fashion, Hongjoong held the perfect poker face, not revealing anything in expression or body language. But the old man was all too telling, though his face did not betray him, his body was telling the story of utter confidence. Fuck.

“Reveal your cards,” he told the man. He sat up straighter with a smug smile before revealing his impressive hand on the table. Indeed, you didn't know much about the game, but you knew that your odds were slim right now.

“Come on Hongjoong, show us your cards. Not everyone can win all the time.” The greasy man poked at Hongjoong. You didn't dare look at Hongjoongs face, you didn't know what you would do if he looked upset. Slowly Hongjoong pulled the hand resting on you from your body and used it to reveal his cards. It took a moment for the room to react.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face Hongjoong! You cheated and I know it!” The older man slammed his fist on the table making you jump, Hongjoong remained composed. Relife at the realization that your love won flooded through you as the younger man waved over an assistant, who sprung into action bringing over a stack of papers.

“Calm down sir. we both know I didn't cheat, I don't need to cheat to win. Now I believe we agreed that the ownership of your hotels now belongs to me?” the papers were placed in front of the man she stared in abject horror at them.

“There is no way I am signing these!” he cried out.

“I think you will find that you are. Trust me, sir, I am not the kind of man you want to get on the wrong side of.” Your boyfriend spoke, reclining back into his chair and pulling you with him. The man gauped wildly at Hongjoong before begrudgingly signing the papers and sliding them across to him. He lifted you from his lap before standing himself. Motioning for his assistant to take the papers Hoongjong turned to the man one final time.

“What's so funny!” you snapped, glaring in his direction. He was lounging against the kitchen counter.

“Make an offer like that again and I ruin you even more than I already have.”

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You stomped into the kitchen later that night. You could hear Hongjoongs calm footsteps behind you, but you ignore him and swing the fridge open at took a swig from a bottle of water. You were practically slamming the door closed when you heard your boyfriend's amused chuckle.

“You are doll face,” He said through a giggle, “Getting so worked up over nothing.” Your glare hardened.

“Oh, so you think risking your girlfriend in a bet against a disgusting old man is nothing?” you threw back, taking another swig from your water.

“It's not a risk if I knew I was going to win.” He replied calmly, resting his head on his hand.

“So you were cheating?” you replied with disdain.

“Nope,” he replied, popping the “p” in emphasis, “As I said, I don’t need to cheat to win.” Your anger was only rising with each of his careless words.

‘Why would you even say that?” he asked almost childishly. You were stunned. He took your hand that was braced against the counter and led it to his lips. They placed fluttering kisses from the tips of your fingers to your wrist. His other hand began to gently cradle your hip.

“God Damn it Hongjoong! Do I really mean that little to you? Am I really just another bargaining chip? All you care about is yourself and I am over it!” You were screaming now. It wasn't your intention but you were so fucking mad. You dared to meet your boyfriend's eyes, expecting the same nonchalant look he always carried, but instead his bemused smile had dropped into a deep frown.

In a start he pushed off the counter and rounded on you, you stubbled backward onto the marble and his arms came around to cage you against the cool surface.

"You are the most perfect thing in my life, baby doll. Can't you see that?" He continued barely above a whisper.

All too quickly his hands went from slow and steady movement to feverish, like he couldn't touch enough of you. His lips were crawling up your arm and shoulder to your neck. He wasn't kissing to make marks, instead, it was quick pecks to every inch of your skin and you instinctively allowed him more room. All your anger was forgotten as his hands roamed you freely.

From where they began on your hip they had moved from your lower back to your butt, around to your tummy, and up to your chest each time taking care to caress every inch of you. You had become putty in his grasp, practically melting into the cool countertop, your eyes already glazed over and releasing soft noises.

"There she is, my little doll," Hongjoong mumbled with a quiet chuckle after observing your flushed face. His free hand reached up to cup your jaw, pulling your lolling head back to meet his eyes.

"You are still unhappy with me dolly?" He asked with a deceivingly innocent look in his gaze.

"No," you mumbled, wanting to feel the gentle pressure of his lips on you again. Hongjoong giggled freely at your wanton face.

"No," he mumbled, "my little doll doesn't know how to be upset with me does she?"

You shook your head no. How could you be mad when you could still feel the buzzing from everywhere his hands had touched. You had always bent so easily to his will and this time was no different, but you trusted him completely so it was easy to let go.

Two hands gripped your thighs suddenly. You let out a small yelp only to silence yourself, good dolls don't speak unless spoken to. His fingers dug into the flesh for a moment before cupping your thighs and nudging you up onto the counter. You followed through and pushed yourself up, spreading your legs enough so that Hongjoong could slip between them.

He was still kneading your upper thighs when he connected your lips. Hongjoong has such perfect lips and he knew how to kiss you exactly how you wanted. He was guiding you gently through the motions of the kiss, taking his time from pecking you gently to a slow precise kiss to pushing past your lips and exploring your mouth freely, all the while inching further up your legs till his hands were beneath the hem of your dress playing with the waistline of your underwear. In one quick pinch on the soft skin, he signaled for you to lift your hips enough to pull them off.

"Your already so wet baby doll," he hummed into your lips while his finger brushed your folds. "Always so ready for me. Always so good."

Your bottom was now connected to the cold counter but your body was heating faster than you could feel it. Two of his fingers gently prodded into you, slipping into your hole with ease. His firm grip on your leg kept you grounded as your hands reached out to his biceps holding on for dear life. Hongjoong had always enjoyed playing with your cunt as much as you enjoyed feeling it, he loved how silky your walls were and how they wrapped around his fingers so perfectly. He slowly pushed in and out of you at his own leisure, occasionally scissoring you open in preparation.

"You feel so nice down here dolly, so warm and wet. Almost like you were made for me" his breath fanned over your face as he spoke as he was still so close to you. His eyes were drinking in every tiny shift in your expression, your eyes were shut tight but you nodded frantically.

"Awe, you're so sweet. Wanna tell me something? Go ahead," Hongjoong cooed.

"All yours," feel past your lips in a quiet moan.

"I know doll, my most prized possession." You opened your eyes to beam at him and he gave an affectionate smile in return. His hand suddenly pulled out if you're almost bringing a whine past your lips but you held it in. You could not stop the pained expression as he was watching your face so closely.

"Don't worry doll your gonna be filled up soon." He chuckled as he spoke, pulling away from you enough to unzip his frighteningly expensive suit pants and pull his length from his boxers. Despite the sight being familiar, you blushed madly, remembering all of the times he fucked you before brought you anticipation to a new height and you could feel more wetness seep out of you onto the counter.

Hongjoong bunched your dress up around your hips and quickly pulled you to the edge of the counter and into his strong arms. Your hands came to rest in fists on his chest. One of his hands came down to grip his dick, pumping himself a few times spreading precut down his length.

"Ready to take it like a good doll?" He asked smirking at your expectant face.

"I am," you mumbled with a small nod. To focused on the desire for him to fill you up to say more. It took little else for him to thrust into you completely. There was a stretch, as there always was, but the gentle pain was only a reminder of your purpose. To take all he was willing to give you.

Hongjoong never restrained himself with you as there was no need. It only took a moment for him to build up a rapid pace and you wouldn't have it any other way. He was gripping your hips tightly keeping your body flush against his thrusts. You were twitching around him already from the stimulation he had already given you and your gasping breathes match his own soft grunts of exertion perfectly.

"Does my baby doll like it when I use her like this?" He spoke through his deep breaths. You squealed in both embarrassment and affirmation.

"This is what you love, to be used however I want, whenever I want. You really are the perfect doll." He huffed, angling his hips in just the right way to have you panting open-mouthed. Your eyes and lips were glossy with tears and saliva but you didn't care, and to Hongjoong you never have looked more beautiful than you did right at that moment. With a groan he reattached himself to your neck, pecking up and down your jugular showering you in praise.

He was pounding into you relentlessly. Hongjoong always took such good care of you, but in times like this, he allowed himself to be selfish, to use your little cunt as much as he pleased, each time forcing himself deeper and deeper into you. At times like these, he recklessly chased his own high as much as it brought you closer to your own but right now he honestly couldn't care less if you came, you would take it anyway and thank him afterward like a good girl. You could feel each thrust with deadly precision as he railed into you. It was hard to keep quiet with this kind of treatment, because as selfish as it was it still felt so good and every stroke reminded you that you were his.

Your head was positively spinning and you could feel your stomach tighten. Clearly, Hongjoong felt it as well.

"You gonna come dolly? It's ok, I'm getting there as well. Gonna fill you up so well, and you're going to take it so well aren't you." His pace was uneven as he spoke through his grunts. Your walls were clinging to him so perfectly as if you were destined for this.

"Yes, I will! I'll be good, I promise," your hands were clinging a little too tight to his shirt for you much money it cost but just as your sentence concluded you felt yourself snap. You bit your lip to keep your noises contained as waves of pleasure crashed through you and it was only a few more moments for your pulsing walls to pull Hongjoong's orgasm from him. He continued thrusting madly as each movement ripped more pleasure through your body and his cum was shooting into you in ropes keeping you full. It wasn't until Hongjoong felt the pain of overestimation himself that he pulled out.

With barely a moment to catch his breath and adjust himself, he had already sprung into action. You collapsed onto the counter without his support and you could feel his cum dripping out of you as you lay without the strength to move. A few moments of panting later Hongjoong returned to his place between your legs with a damp cloth to clean you up.

He chuckled breathily between your legs and looked up.

As he worked you twitched and mewled with every gentle movement between your oversensitive legs. At one particular stroke of the towel directly over your clit you cried out.

"Joooong!"

"Sorry baby, I know it hurts but what kind of man would I be if I didn't take care of my things," he asked flashing a million-dollar smile. As he finished his work he looked up to meet your eyes.

"Now, what do we say?" he asked.

"Thank you,"

[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

You Think Something Else is out there ?

Note: This isnt about knockout only just know hes hilarious 

 The three humans sat in there last classes, waiting to be released to go hang out with there alien robot friends. Miko was loosely going through the history book when she stopped seeing an image of an old carving the woman seemed to hold what looked like a cube of energon in her hand and up to the sun as she held what looked like a sword in her hand which looked similar to Optimus’ Star Saber just a lot more epic. 

She looked up seeing her teacher busy grading work she pulled out her phone taking a quick picture, flipping to the next page see seen a statue of the same woman taking another photo then hiding her phone away. The bell rang as she closed the book and grabbed her bag. Rushing out of the class she walked down the steps to wait for Jack and Raff. She looked at the photos as someone came up to her side. 

“hey-”

“WOAH!”

“Hey- Woah it’s just me.” Jack spoke with Raff next to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” She spoke, “Hey have you seen this before?” 

She pulled out her phone and showed Raff and Jack the photos as the three walked to meet there guardians.

“Yeah that was in our history text book why??

“It was?” Raff asked. 

“Yeah.” Jack spoke.

"I swear! On primus. I've seen this face somewhere." Miko swore.

"You're probably-"

Jack was ran into as books cascaded onto the floor.

"Sorry."

"No its okay. Let me help you."

The young woman- in her last year of highschool thanked him.

"Im Y/n..." she spoke softly.

Jack smiled, "Jack. Jack Darby-"

The teen froze as Y/n pulled back her heavy hair swooping it behind her shoulders.

"I- I uh..." Jack flustered.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded only as she smiled looking at the other two, Raff flushing at well at the beatiful girl.

"W-well see you later?" She questioned walking around the group with a wave, out of ear shot Miko spoke up.

"She was hot!"

"Miko!"

"What!? We're all thinking it!"

"Lets just go to the base!"

In silence the group went to there gaurdians and back to base. Settling in after there hellos Miko was still stuck on the same photo.

"I GOT IT!" She shouted causing everyone in the room to flinch.

"What?" Jack asked.

"That picture of the lady! In the wall! Thats the girl we went today!"

"Your insane!" Jack protested.

"I just dont know why she would be holding an Energon cube-"

"What?" Ratchet chimed in.

Miko rushed over with her laptop, "this lady was in our history book, we ran into the same lady today except she was our age maybe."

Ratchet looked at the photo with a long hum in thought, "By the allspark. Someone! Get Optimus in here! Now!"

Arcee rushed to get there leader, Optimus walked in calmly as Ratchet was busy baffled by who he was looking at.

"Ratchet? There seems to be a problem?"

"No!- Well yes! Look at this!"

Miko showed him the laptop, "Optimus thats Y/n!"

"Wait! You know her?!" Raff asked.

"Thats her name!? What is she?! A prime?! A god?! Shes atleast and aft kicker right?!" Miko questioned in a hurry.

"Y/n is one of the strangest and strongest femmes out there. She matches the strength of a Prime and the knowledge without being a prime." Ratchet informed, "she was able to morph herself into diffrent species."

"Like a changling?!" Miko asked happily.

"You say it as if she was just skilled. This femme took on power Miko." Bulkhead spoke up. "She'd over throw Optimus and Megatron quicker than any of us to even get the word 'I' out."

"Did you know her well Bulkhead?"

Bulkhead nodded elbowing Jackie as he did as well.

"She rolled with the wreckers for a cycle or two." Wheeljack spoke. "She saved my aft one or twice."

"Oh! I know wjo your talking about now!" Smokescreen spoke, "she's legendary among the gaurd!- She'd speak to Alpha Trion almost everyday! For eons! I only had the chance to speak to her once! But she was absolutely amazing!"

"She was quiet magnificent." Optimus spoke. "I knew her while I was still an archivist. We were very close."

"What happened?" Raff asked curiously the whole room listening now.

"Raffel that is a -"

Optimus stop Ratchet from interfering, "We had let personal feelings drive us."

"You had a girlfriend?" Miko asked.

"That...is one way to perceive it." Optimus spoke, "but we were much closer than others. We had and understanding most could not reach."

"Sounds like you really liked her." Jack told, rubbing the back of his head.

"That is one way to precieve it." Optimus spoke

The bots looked at each other as there leader was usually quiet about his deep feelings and relationships.

"Did you guys...seperate?" Miko asked.

"I was told she died attempting to talk Megatron out of his ways." Optimus informed, "It would be great to see here once more. If it was true."

"We can talk to her!" Miko spoke, "if she's disguised as a human! We can help!"

"You've done so much for the humans here. We could atleast help you guys get one more autobot on your team." Jack agreed.

"If we mention Optimus Im sure she'd jump at the opportunity." Raff chimed in.

"We get Y/n on our team. We win this war far more then by a mile." Arcee spoke.

"Plus you'll get to see Y/n again! Its a win win!" Bulkhead said.

"She's a total aft kicker Im in." Wheeljack pitched in.

"Won't she know where all the primes are?" Smokescreen asked, "She'll know where to find artifacts too won't she?"

"I hate to agree with them. But they do make some good points." Ratchet agreed.

"Very well. If you are all in agreement." Optimus spoke, "we will make a plan."

The next day came quicker than Prime could imagine it. His mind racing throughout the night and day, until the kids returned from school, with a fourth sleak car behind them.

The kids hoped out and the four csrs transformed. It was almost odd to him.

"It's really her!' Smokescreen fanboyed shaking Wheeljack as he sighed.

The group parted as Y/n stood there, her form tall, sleak, and slightly chromed. She smiled wearily at Smokescreen waving a few digits in a small hello.

"She said hi to me!"

Turning herself with the feel of eyes being bored into the metal of her helm she was faced with Optimus. It was clear to him now- the deep scar that crossed diagonal over her face. It was thick in silence as Y/n cleared her throat looking away from the bot.

"I. It is an honor to see you again sir." Y/n spoke a servo over her spark as she bowed her head.

"It is an honor to see you as well. I was told you didn't survive after your talk with Megatron." Optimus spoke placing a servo on her shoulder.

She looked up at him, the two lost for words as Ratchet silently and skillfully unhurried everyone out of the main room, including the humans.

Now alone Optimus placed another servo on Y/n's shoulder.

"I missed you."

Y/n flushed deeply, "I missed you too."

It was silent as Y/n put a servo on his faceplate.

"I suppose I did not concel myself as great as I thought." Y/n spoke with a soft chuckle.

"I should have known you'd come here." Optimus spoke, rubbing her faceplate softly.

"I crashed okay?" Y/n smiled thinking back years ago- where she had crash landed on the planet by mistake.

Optimus smiled in return, leaning down he kissed her, her hand resting on the back of his helm pulling her deeper into the kiss.

"PRIME-"

The two pulled away quickly as Fowler walked into base.

"Agent Fowler. I was not expecting you today." Optimus spoke as Y/n cleared her throat.

"I had informed Ratchet that I'd be arriving." Fowler spoke, "And who is this?"

"This is Y/n." Optimus spoke as she placed a servo over her spark bowing her head slightly, "She is on our side."

Y/n nodded as Fowler introduced himself, briefed Optimus then dismissed himself.

"You can come out now!" Y/n called as the bots and humans filed out of the hall.

"It. It is an honor to meet you all." Y/n spoke tying to avoid the obvious conversation.

"Are you and Optimus equal in strength?!" Miko asked happily, and on came the stew of questions, but the question that threw the two ofd was bound to come.

"Are you and Optimus a thing?"

"Miko!" Bulkhead scolded.

"Ah...uh...perhaps." y/n answered.

"Sorry for Miko. Shes just like this whenever she meets some one new." Arcee spoke. "It's good to have another femme on the team. The names Arcee.:

The two shook hands as Y/n smiled. "Its an honor to meet you. I am Y/n."

"Long time no see Wrecker." Wheeljack spoke as Y/n smiled

She spoke with a tease in her voice., "Still lifiting measly borders the two of you?"

Bulkhead laughed as Wheeljack smirked, "I'll take you on any day all day."