#put more emphasis on her injuries for... reasons :)

[vividraft]

hellooo, can i pls request some separate hcs with jiyan and jinhsi where their s/o somehow injured their knee and trying to hide it but in the end, they found out about it?

lol i injured my knee so might as well request for some comfort XD

thank you so much! 🙇🏻‍♀️💖

being injured and hiding it ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ characters: Jinhsi, Jiyan

⇢ ˗ˏˋ readers gender not specified !

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important note: I didn't read that you requested hcs, so now there is hcs for Jiyan ans Jinhsi, but Jiyan additionally get's a little scenario hehe !

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: thank you so much for your request! It was my very first request and I really really hope you enjoy this

masterlist

Jinhsi: 

You guys were on patrol together, clearing out Tacet Discords near Jinzhou

Jinhsi noticed you were already acting weird before you even met up to get started together

but she really couldn’t put a finger on what it was

so she tried to brush it off

emphasis on tried, because she really couldn’t

when watching you fight, your movements seemed sloppy

until she finally brought it up to ask you if you were feeling okay

you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her. not now not ever

so you tell her how you injured your knee fighting some Tacet Discords the day before

and as much as you try to convince her that you’re fine, you can keep going, and that you’ll walk it off, she insists on heading back with you

she does end up having to drag you back to Jinzhou

then when you guys are back, she makes sure your injuries are treated well

and she pampers you until you are back on your feet (and can walk without limping) 

in the end she makes you promise to always tell you if you’re unwell 

Jiyan: 

Jiyan was supposed to go on a trip with you, which you did 

but you ended up encountering some Tacet Discords, and during the fight you get separated 

separated for just a second but you manage to get your knee hurt

you try to brush it off as nothing but when you find yourself unable to walk without limping, you are faced with an internal conflict 

you really don’t want to be a burden to Jiyan, so you tell him you’re okay 

but Jiyan notices. he notices everything 

so you guys walk a little, you trotting behind him with a limp, hoping Jiyan won’t notice 

and yet, despite all your efforts, Jiyan ends up confronting you 

and even when you continue to tell him that you’re fine and can keep going, he sweeps you up in his arms to carry you back to Jinzhou 

he isn’t mad at you, but he is worried about you, and your self neglecting habits of forcing yourself beyond your own borders when you’re clearly injured

but of course you do end up apologizing for lying to him

he is just glad that he gets to make sure that you’re going to be okay

bonus scenario !

Jiyan was basically right around the corner. You both were traveling together, fighting off some tacet discords, when you were separated. There was only one last Flautist left, and you were just about to tear through it with your sword, when you felt a sudden pain against your knee. 

In the last second, you were able to defeat the Tacet Discord, before it could follow up with a second attack. And it was also right second before Jiyan came dashing around the corner. 

“You okay?”, the question wasn’t asked because he suspected anything, it was more genuine worry about your well-being. Just how Jiyan was kinda always worried about you. 

There was a throbbing pain in your knee, which hurt when you stood. Or walked. It hurts no matter what. But you didn’t join Jiyan traveling just so you could be the reason to head back to Jinzhou on the first day. 

“Of course I’m okay! The fight was a breeze!”, you forced a smile on your face, even though you felt bad for lying to Jiyan. You suddenly forgot how you would have answered his question even if you were okay. 

Jiyan wasn’t blind. He could see the twitch in your eyelid in your forced smile. Yet he wasn’t going to pry. 

“Ookayyy. Come on. There might be more Tacet Discords ahead”, you nodded and wanted to follow up behind him. That was until you took a step, and the pain really hit you. Now, whenever you walked, you limped. 

You tried your best to hide your limping, but you were significantly slower than Jiyan. 

And Jiyan noticed. He noticed from the beginning that something was off. He definitely watched you like a hawk. 

You were way too busy trying to pretend like everything was fine, and trying to keep up with Jiyan, that you didn’t even notice that you guys were walking in a circle, suddenly back at the place where you were originally injured. 

Your knee was swelling up a little, and Jiyan noticed even before you. 

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”, Jiyan stopped walking, turned around and crossed his arms right in front of you. Unfortunately for you, because you were mid limp. 

“Uh… no what- what would there possibly be… are we in the same spot as we were 30 minutes ago?”, the realization that you were in the same spot painted confusion on your face. 

“Do you really think you can just lie to my face? I noticed you were injured when we were standing in this very spot. Now don’t deny it”, you couldn’t tell if Jiyan was actually angry with you or just concerned. And you weren’t about to push it any further. 

“Okay, okay, yeah some Tacet Discord gave me a direct blow to the knee and now it hurts a little, but it’s totally fine! I can keep going, no need for a break or anything!”, you were frantically waving your arms around, trying to signal that you were fine. 

Jiyan wasn’t having any of it. He merely sighed before swooping you up into his arms. 

With a yelp you tried to fight yourself out of his arms. 

“If you want me to head back, I can do it on my own! I can still see Jinzhou from here”, you argued. But Jiyan shook his head. 

“I need to make sure you’re being treated properly for your injury”

What followed were long moments of silence, while the air was filled with worry, and regret from you. At some point Jiyan suggested giving you a piggyback ride instead of carrying you bridal style, and you now wrapped your arms around him. 

The sun was slowly setting, and you knew that Jiyan’s trip had to be postponed for a few days at least. 

“Hey Jiyan…”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry for lying to you about being injured. I should have just told you and headed back”, you apologized, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Don’t apologize, I understand your actions, and I wouldn’t have taken this trip without you anyways. Besides now I get to make sure you’re injury is being handled well”, Jiyan reassured you. 

“I love you too”, you smiled.

[markerofthemidnight]

Hello there! I remember you asking for prompts for p:eg characters tierlists, and I think I have an idea, which I hope is interesting enough. How about ranking them in regards of having (if so, to what extent) or not having (maybe to the point of having critical misconceptions about it lol?) any kind of medical knowledge? Such as basic first-aid, perhaps CPR even, etc. Even though none of their talents are related to medicine, I assume at least some of them are able to be a bit helpful in case of an emergency. (Also, we all know for sure that Ulysses, for example, has a generally good knowledge of medication; I feel bad for him though because of the circumstances in which he acquired it :()

Anyway, I would love to know your thoughts on the matter, headcanons, etc. Have a nice day and thank you in advance for answering ❤ (If you decide not to respond, that's okay, I wish you a nice day regardless :D)

Oh, trust me, it’s rare that I take down an ask sent directly to my inbox, unless I just don’t really feel like doing it for whatever reason.

But it’s rarer still that someone wishes me a nice day regardless of whether I respond! Who knows, I might need that luck (there’s a pretty dangerous storm coming tomorrow where I live, but I should be fine), so I have decided to grant your request! Explanations below the cut:

Damon: There’s no way this man has any medical knowledge beyond being able to badly fashion a tourniquet or some shit.

Eva: We already know she has a lot of science knowledge in that brain of hers. It’s not too much of a stretch to say that might include human biology… but that alone isn’t enough to be a good medic.

Wolfgang: Wolfgang’s pretty terrible at stuff outside his job… emphasis on “outside of his job”. He is a lawyer, after all, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t have at least a bit of medical knowledge in that brain of his.

Grace: Her VA has actually already said (in her interview with the Pixel Partners) that one of her hidden talents would probably be that she’s good at basic first aid-adjacent stuff due to how many fights she gets into! Only for mild injuries, though. Not so much at actually saving lives.

Toshiko: I don’t have to explain this. That is a child.

Eloise: I reasoned that all the people with combat-adjacent talents would have at least some medical knowledge. Eloise is the first of many examples of this.

Desmond: Connecting to the above point, but since Desmond is the only one out of the combat-adjacent talents who actually fights (fencing is more of a performative thing), he gets it even better! Besides he just kinda gives off those vibes.

Jean: Again, I do not think I need to explain this. I’d be surprised if he didn’t save someone’s life at some point.

Ingrid: If she knows what keraunoparalysis means, she probably has lots of other medical knowledge too.

Wenona: I’d kinda be surprised if she didn’t have at least some medical knowledge, but I can’t see her having that much.

Cassidy: Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me she knows first aid. I dare you.

Jett: I was gonna put him in the lowest tier, but then I was reminded of his burns- he probably knows some things related to that.

Mark: Yeah, there’s no way.

Diana: Because of the kind of person Diana is, and also the tricks she turned out to have up her sleeve in Chapter 1 (both successfully hiding a slash wound with only makeup and picking a door with a hairpin), I think she might turn out to be kinda good at it? Can’t say for sure though

Kai: I think he’d be good at pretty specific things? Like, I dunno, treating overdoses. He did have that whole panic about the drugs in the pharmacy, after all.

Ulysses: Both because you pointed out his rather… complex history with medications, and because I think being a historian would come with a lot of vague knowledge of biology. For example, trench foot. I sure as hell wouldn’t know what trench foot is if not for my history classes.

Tozu: Because he’s so obsessed with ✨murder✨, I think he would know a lot about human biology and thus be somewhat good at first aid. But it depends on whether he wants to help or not.

Mara: Adding onto the “people with combat-related talents are good at first aid” rule! I headcanon that she applied those bandages on her leg herself. Not to mention, it’s actually part of my headcanon lore that she saved someone’s life once! (though less out of the goodness of her heart and more because she thought it was worthwhile to tell her superiors about the fucking dying man in this random building they were searching (guess who the dying man was))

[choghetti]

(Remastered) Would It Have Been Better If....

we gained more emphasis in Miguel's insecurities and develop them throughout the story? Season 6 was one of his greatest seasons as a character and is on par with his arc in Season 1. However, I feel like some things of his character were missing throughout the series.

I mean, he claimed he ruined his chances with Sam. But what does he feel regret for? He never explicitly apologized to Robby for his actions. We don't get to his side of the equation that much. We have to assume what he feels regret for. We know Miguel keeps his thoughts and feelings to himself and doesn't express them and that is unhealthy, but even if he doesn't open up how he feels to others, we could have seen his POV visually.

In Season 2 (his worst season as a character imo), his insecurities as a fighter could have been explored. He could have questioned Johnny's discipline while sinking deeper into the Cobra Kai teachings due to jealousy towards Robby and finding out he is Johnny's son while at the same time feel conflicted on whether or not he should brutalize him because he is Johnny's son, leading him to ultimately show mercy to Robby. His darkness could have been expanded upon. He could have conspired with Tory to make Sam jealous and ruin her relationship with Robby so that he can win her back, only to be disillusioned with the win at all costs mentality when it ends up blowing up, which leads to him getting paralyzed. He could have had more conflict with Hawk and their fallout could have happened earlier than in Season 3.

In Season 3, the writers could have put more emphasis on his change after his injury. We could have either had Miguel slowly realize that the strike first mindset is what landed him in the hospital. Better yet, we could have seen him realize that he made a mistake in trying to attack Robby when a news report states that Robby did actually try to stop the fight before he kicked Miguel off the balcony. Miguel could have not gotten back together with Sam until the end of Season 5. Miguel could have either lost to Kyler or beat him using extreme tactics considering his back was still healing.

In Season 4, we could have dived into more of his insecurities regarding Sam and Johnny even though Robby wasn't around them, and more emphasis on his missing biological father. We could have seen him continue to struggle with his back and seek out Daniel as a sensei for himself.

In Season 5, Miguel could have realized that Hector is what he would have become if not for the guidance of Johnny and Daniel. When he sees Robby again, we could have been given a reason why he picked fights with Robby again despite not doing so in Seasons 3 and 4.

In Season 6, we could have understood why he wanted to go to Stanford.

Hell, throughout the series, Miguel could have not referred to Robby as a runner up before their apartment fight and Robby could have not said Miguel had good memories here because he won.

But no, we didn't get that.

That being said, he is a fascinating character to look at, despite us having to unnecessarily make inferences about him and I am happy he won in the end and I loved his ending with Sam.

[redwineconversation]

I'm scared about the future and I want to talk to you (Lyon roster thoughts)

Look at me branching out from using Taylor Swift lyrics. Everyone is capable of growth.

Or are they? Not if we look at Lyon's roster as of today, and it's something I want to talk about.

I've said it before and I'll say it again - I positively hate the argument "we need to give the academy kids a chance so we can see what they can do." No, we don't. It's not up to Lyon to give academy players a chance, not if they want to be a competitive UWCL team. The two cannot go together. You cannot be both a development club and a UWCL contender. I can drop the bar even more - you cannot be both a development club and a title contender.

Titles are won by experience. They are won because players have been there before and they know how to win, they know how to deal with pressure and expectations and everything that comes along with playing in a high-stakes game. Those very same high-stake games are won by players who already know what it takes to win. They know because they have been there before.

Academy kids have not.

It's just such a weak - and borderline offensive - argument to say, well they've showed what they can do in training, they should be able to get some game minutes because of that. Why? If an academy player "shows interesting things" in training, what is to say they should play in a competitive game and be a difference maker? We've already had this conversation, we already know what happens when academy kids are put in a high stakes game with actual consequences, and the answer is Lyon loses the game.

In order to be the best you have to be able to compete, and academy kids just aren't on the level yet. Now, could they be in the future, maybe. Sure. But it's not up to Lyon to find out if an academy kid can or cannot make it, not if they want to win titles. As I said, you cannot be both a development club and a title contender. If you accuse me of being too harsh - go on, find me a team who has won the UWCL with a focus academy players. Find me a team who wins their league by putting an emphasis on academy players.

The lack of competitive recruitment is genuinely concerning to me. It's borderline a professional foul to have let a player like Leuchter gone to PSG. Losing Cascarino to the San Diego Wave is understandable because of Cascarino being on the record of always wanting to play overseas, losing Mbock to PSG and pretending that Sylla, arguably the most injury prone player bar Christen Press, is a suitable replacement is not.

Lyon is one injury crisis away of being forced to play in a back three because of Carpenter having no genuine competition/rotation at RB, Renard and Gilles' covers being Sylla and Sombath, and Bacha being mentally on a different team and/or Svava being, well, Svava. How that doesn't give more people sleep paralysis is beyond me. If we thought September - December 2022 was bad, that makeshift back line of 2022 will seem elite compared to a worse case scenario with the current team.

The midfield is also a genuine cause for concern. Marozsan is still with the team for reasons no one quite understands. Van de Donk for all intent and purposes is most likely gone in 2025. That brief hour when there were rumors of Majri going to Inter Milan was the best hour of my life, the rumor being shut down was the worst emotional crash I've had in a long time. Mendy is an academy kid. Horan is coming off arguably her worse season. Dabritz, when fit, is an incredible player, the issue is she is injury prone. Damaris has yet to play an entire season without being injured.

And I don't care what the Twitter fan girls say, Benyahia is not Lyon's savior. Did she have a good season with Le Havre? Yes, she did. But again I cannot for the life of me understand why people are so eager to pretend that Le Havre was not in a relegation battle for probably 80 percent of the season. Saving a team from relegation does not automatically transform you into the Savior of Lyon's Midfield.

"Oh but we need to give her a chance to see what she can do!" Do we though? I understand the state of Lyon's midfield is dire - I think any real Lyon fan can and should admit that - but that does not automatically mean she should saunter into a starting lineup. Lyon is not (yet?) Le Havre. The standards and expectations are not the same. One good season in a relegation battle team does not, or at least should not, translate into an automatic starter position.

The attack isn't much better. We don't know when we will get Hegerberg back. Chawinga has to learn an entirely new system. Diani's head space is a work in progress. My stance on Vicki Becho is well documented by now. Le Sommer has talent but not speed. We need younger talent in front line, we needed a player like Leuchter and instead let her go to a direct rival. Liana Joseph might have talent but we are back to where we started: Lyon cannot afford to be both a development team and a UWCL contender.

if Michele Kang wants Lyon to succeed, she needs to put an actual emphasis on recruiting top players. But in order to do so, she also needs to remember Lyon exists.

Right now Lyon is in a crisis with a mediocre coach who seems content on coasting with players he doesn't know what to do with. Not that it really matters, anyway - Lyon doesn't even have a home stadium yet, so maybe fans won't even be forced to witness a catastrophic self-implosion anyway.

[uwukillmenowowo]

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 [Tokyo Debunker X F!Reader]

[ 2 | Not Home] 『🏠』

Key's for the story: Insert - Narrative - And then she stared at her reflection in the mirror [Insert] - Author speaking - [Eyyy there- wazzup readers] "Insert" - Talking - "Hey there!" [But can also be air quotes] 'Insert' - Thinking - 'Dame he's cute...' "Insert" - Whispering - "I- I messed up..." [But can also be an emphasis on a word/phrase, or flashback] (Insert) - Inner mind..? - (Deadass doesn't know how to explain it here) *Insert* - Action - *Sighs with their head down*[INSERT] - Magic - [OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!] or [IGGNAIM!]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: [ 1 | Red Train] 『🩸』

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[Book 0] The Academy of Ghouls

[Chapter 2] I'm Not Home... 

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{Your POV}

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"...line"

"We will soon be arriving at the final stop, Shimbashi Station"

"Huh..?"

I was jolted back to consciousness by a familiar announcement. I was back in a normal train car. For some reason, daylight was streaming through the windows. "Still no other passengers... But everything else seems normal...?" I questioned aloud. "Sorry, but I'm still here." I screamed in shock and threw my hand at whatever was around me until I heard a loud slap.

"I-Itai!" The stranger groaned. "AH! I-I-I'M SO SORRY!" I yelled and raised my hand to his cheek. "You're not injured are you? I didn't hit you too hard?" I tried to stand up to help him but the world tilted as my leg buckled beneath me. "Ahah- Careful. I'm okay. You didn't hurt me. But you don't seem to be uninjured." I hummed and winced at the pain in my right leg.

"Oops... Looks like we got a civilian injured. I probably shouldn't mess around with that out here." He then looked up at me and smiled softly. "Sorry. I'll do something about your injury after... so let me clear out your head first." I raised a brow as the man suddenly lit up a match. I was about to ask why he lit it up but he spoke first, "Do you know what this is?"

I hummed as the white-ish blue flames flickered on the match. I was about to respond but suddenly the man blew out the match... 'Huh?????' I was very confused so I blinked twice. "A match..?" I answered unsure. "Hm? What's that?" He asked me as he tilted his head. "You... You asked me what I thought it was, didn't you..?" I became more confused. Was that match supposed to do something. "Huh? Did you have your eyes closed?" I bit my lip and he took another match out of the botter he was holding and lit it with the striker strip.

'Now that I got a closer look... the match and that bottle have a hit of magic aura around it...' I sucked in a breath and the man held the match to my eye height. "Could you look at this fire for me?" I nodded and stared at the fire. 'This is definitely magic. But how? My home never had magic before...' The man stared hard at me with a furrow in his brow as though he didn't like that response. "*Whew*" He blew out the match again.

'What is this supposed to do? Sure it has magical properties... but what are they supposed to do? I was curious now.' "Umm..." I stammered. "Yeah?" The man hummed as I watched a bead of sweat fall down his face. "That flower thing, uhh- Taiga... the man with red hair, the red outside, the fog, the train changing- What was all of that?" 

The man suddenly gasped and took a step back. "The matches... They don't work on you..?"

I gave a confused hum. "Are you talking about the matches in that bottle?" I pointed at the bottle in his hands. He slumped his shoulder defeatedly and shook it. "Bingo. You're putting me in a tough spot, though... And you're injured. Guess we should go back to the academy." I giggled, thinking he was joking. "Haha! An academy? What? Do you have an academy that specializes in dealing with monsters like that flower lady?" But what shocked me was that the man just gave a hum.

'He's not serious... is he?' I thought as the smile disappeared from my face and I stared at him wide eyed. 'PELASE DON'T TELL ME IT'S LIKE NRC! I'VE ALREADY DELT WITH TOO MANY PROBLEMS!' A buzzer sounded in the train car, and the doors slid open. "Can you stand?" He asked me and I nodded. I slowly stood up. I leaned against his shoulder for balance, and we stepped through the door.

"I had a bad feeling when I heard Taiga was heading this one. Glad I cordoned everything off,." The stranger seemed like this happens everyday and pulled out his phone to make a call. "Here, lean against this wall while I make this call." I nodded and used the wall for support as the stranger made a call. "Hello? Yeah, slight emergency. No, not Taiga... well, kind of him, I suppose. We've got an injured civilian, but the matches aren't working. About the same age as me? Yeah. Female. Uh-huh. Right. One sec."

The stranger looked to me and smiled softly. "Sorry, What's your name?" I hummed and looked back at him. "My name?" The stranger nodded. "Yeah, they need it for paperwork. Could you tell me your name?" I sighed and smiled back, thinking that he was calling a clinic. "My name is [Y/n] [L/n]. Feel free to call me [Y/n]." The stranger nodded and made an okay sign at me. "It's [Y/n]. Yep, yep... Got it. Thanks, sorry again about that. I'm Haku Kusanagi."

Haku put his phone away and turned back to me, sticking out his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you" I smiled back and shook his hand. "I'm really sorry, but I'm going to need you to come with me." I asked, "To a clinic..?" Haku shook his head. "No, I'm not taking you to a clinic."I gave a confused look and Haku scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish.

"Sorry to throw this on you all of a sudden. Of course you're freaked out." I chuckled but internally I was laughing so hard. 'Freaked out?! From That?! Even RSA could be more scary than that!..... Which is not a good thing...'

"I wish I could explain everything to you now... but it'll all make sense once we get to the academy." I paled when he mentioned academy. "What academy..?" I asked. "Darkwick Academy." Haku mentioned while smiling.

I flinched. 'Darkwick Academy..? I've.... never heard that name before.' I check my phone, maps, calendar, all the apps that tell me the time, place, and other stuff. 'Darkwick Academy... these weird stuff that I've never delt with till now (besides at Twisted Wonderland.)'

No.... This... I thought.... 'This isn't home...' I thought. 'The... The dark mirror didn't send me back home...' I thought in panic before I took in deep breaths to calm myself. 'I've been in this situation before! I can handle it... I'll... I'll be fine...'

But Haku seemed to mistake my panic for something else. "I swear I'm not shady. Look." Haku pulled a card out of his jacket pocket and placed it in my palm. The front of the card blazed, revealing fold lettering and a photo of the man standing in front of me. "Haku Kusanagi, Hotarubi House, Third Year..." Haku smiled and nodded. "That's me. I'm a student there."

I then gasped a little. "What..? I-Is Taiga also a student there..?" Haku chuckled. "You catch on quick. Well, anyway... that's the deal. Let's get going before that cut gets any worse." It might have been my imagination, but the supportive hand on my back seemed to hurry me along.

But at the same time I felt as if my chance to find my actual way home has been sealed away from me...

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: [ 3 | Stars] 『⭐』

[gamesception]

lets read rgu chapter 10

So we ended off chapter 10 at the party from anime episode 3, only instead of Nanami’s disintegrating dress gag, Sionji shows up to try to kidnap Anthy and or murder Utena outright, something he didn’t get around to until like episode 9 in the anime.  I’m not even sure how this is going to end...

But I probably should have guessed it would end the same as Sionji’s episode 9 outburst, with Touga jumping in to protect Utena & getting hurt.

So we really are just doing the episode 9 thing, only without the weirdness of the whole dueling ritual falling apart and/or skipping to the end/the castle collapsing/Anthy returning to her coffin when Saionji forces events out of order.

In the anime that whole situation was explicitly set up by Touga to manipulate Utena’s feelings.  Here at least for the moment it seems like Saionji was acting on his own and Touga’s self sacrificial heroics were at least partially sincere.

I know Saito wasn’t working with a full summary or script, so this might be accidental rather than a deliberate move, but if it was intentional it strikes me as a good call, plot wise.  For one, it’s more believable for Touga’s eventual win if he has more time between his injury and the duel, for another the manga wants to put deliberately more emphasis on Utena’s relationship with Touga, and moving this moment much earlier in the plot helps enable that, giving Utena a reason to look past his playboy reputation and red flag behavior to this point.  This also effectively combines Saionji’s second duel and later rampage, saving some time.

At the emergency clinic Utena, Anthy, and the student council gather to wait on news of Touga’s condition, and, us, what are you doing Juri?

Um, I’m not sure what’s going on here?  Is Juri trying to warn Utena not to fall for Touga’s act?  Or... please don’t tell me she’s jealous?  If manga Juri strays so far from her anime characterization that she has a thing for Touga, I’ll be sorely disappointed.

Juri’s introduction is pretty hostile.  Miki by comparison seems much nicer, and sticks with the anime’s conviction that dueling over Anthy is wrong, a conviction I’m sure will prove every bit as fragile as in the anime.

Wakaba also shows up, which is nice, but we really only get her being possessive over Utena.  That was part of her anime characterization, but we’re still missing the more fun & funny aspects of her character.

The student council talks to Touga, & it’s not terribly clear if his actions towards Utena were sincere or not.  Apparently they discuss what to do with Saionji off panel, because the next scene is Juri and Miki confronting Saionji:

2 week suspension?  He attempted to murder another student in public with dozens of witnesses and severely harmed the student council president in the process.  In the anime he was expelled, and there were no independent witnesses there?

Anyway, Saionji argues he shoudln’t be punished for hurting Touga because Touga had interrupted a proper duel, but nobody buys it - Touga had to step in as student council president since it wasn’t a duel, just one student attacking the other.  Saionji counters that Touga only stepped in because he’s smitten with Utena, which Juri objects to, and...

“compared to you who loves Touga”?  Please, please don’t be going there.  Please let this either be a mistranslation, or Saionji being an idiot who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

I don’t have much to say about the rest of the chapter.  Utena brings flowers to the clinic for Touga and Juri mocks her for it.  Juri and Miki talk about Utena while fencing.  While playing baseball utena knocks a foul ball into the fencing room and Juri catches it on the point of her sword...

That’s kind of cool at least.

The chapter ends with Utena and Juri staring each other down, but I’m still just distracted with dread over the direction the manga seems to be taking one of my favorite characters.

[cantareincminor]

I was going to write a reply but realized it would be too long to fit in that little bubble so here we go with the reblog!

I agree that Yor is more likely to make the first move for the reasons you stated! I also agree that full intimacy should happen after the identity reveals.

As to why Endo has not advanced their physical relationship at this point, I imagine from a cultural perspective Japanese and Asian dramas in general just don't place the same emphasis on jumping into bed together or going from 0 to 60 really fast. A chaste kiss or holding hands can count as a huge deal. As Americans or Westerners I think we're oversaturated with media where physical relationships progress really quickly and often way before any emotional connection forms, which may shape our expectations of non-Western fiction in a skewed way. (Take my opinion with a grain of salt it's been a long time since I watched any Asian dramas.) Finally there's the fact this is shonen (mostly anyway) and most of the popular shonen titles barely feature a kiss until maybe the very end.

As to how Yor and Loid's physical relationship might unfold, I doubt it will happen organically like them just taking a walk and Yor summoning up the courage to ask for kissing practice. It will probably be due to some external instigation, and I hope that it will be a serious one since we've already had several false starts due to gags like Yuri's visit, Fiona's visit, the drunken night out with coworkers, etc. As much as the "one of them comes home injured" trope is done in fanfic, I think there is some merit to it. So far this has happened seriously twice--for Yor, on the cruise. For Loid, with the mole arc. Both of them hid their injuries and near-death experiences from each other, but were shaken up mentally and had to stop and question their own motives and behavior.

I am hoping that the next time one of them gets hurt on the job, it won't be something they can easily conceal from the other. They might be bleeding profusely or burned or caught in the act of stumbling home. Without enough time to prepare an alibi and put on a happy face. Emotions will run high as the fear of losing each other, of not knowing why the other got hurt, and wondering if all the excuses they've been fed previously are true, all come together. This will be even more poignant if Anya is involved -- say the person gets hurt trying to defend her from someone trying to reclaim her for Project Apple (but they may not be aware of who it is, just that someone dangerous threatened their daughter). This is the kind of scenario where I can imagine Yor reaching for Loid, and Twilight not having the mental fortitude to resist, and they share their first real kiss and moment of vulnerability. But they won't go all the way until their secrets are revealed--they both value each other too much. It's not just Twilight feeling guilty for using Yor and lying to her about his identity. It's Yor feeling guilty that her husband doesn't know she's an assassin with a kill count in the hundreds!

It could happen many other ways! I also want to mention that their relationship so far has been progressing slowly and steadily with only a few hiccups to set them back. Endo jokingly puts in those relationship counters like "Anya and Damian friendship -100" and stuff like that, but with Twiyor I feel like it's +10, -1, +5, -1 continuously. The latest "setback" was Twilight sort of trying to distance himself from his family after the mole arc, but honestly he hasn't really done much to turn his family away, it's all in his head. Yor seems to be creeping closer and closer to him at least in her thoughts, most recently with the romantic movie she watched.

I think it would be majorly counterintuitive for Endo to suddenly throw in a "-100" event like Yor being tasked to kill Twilight, or Twilight doing something that betrays her in an obvious way. It could work, but it would take a huge amount of skill. It would have to be the equivalent of Martha going off to war and disappearing, which effectively doomed her and Henry's relationship. Then again...as I think about it further, maybe this is what's going to happen. A major soul-crushing event is going to happen to drive them apart. And at their low points, Martha and Henry might even give the two of them advice on how they handled their own pasts and the regrets they may still harbor. (I really really want this to happen lol...Twilight lacks mentor figures and is such a lone wolf lost in his own head, it would be amazing if he got a pep talk from Henderson or even from Sigmund Authen!) And at the pivotal moment when one or both of them may give up, they will decide to give each other a chance. They will reverse the doomed ending of the Martherson saga. In fact I think that outside the anti-war purpose of that saga, its other main storytelling purpose was to prepare readers for a similar wedge to come between Twilight and Yor one day. But they will have the chance to choose differently--they have Anya as the binding force between them, after all.

Thanks for inspiring this essay from me OP!! And keep on writing, you're amazing!

Hi everyone! I wanted to once again talk about more of my opinions or I guess, preferences, for the twiyor relationship. I’d like to hear yours as well!

*remember these are my opinions! I don’t want to offend and I want to hear yours! You may think I’m wrong, but don’t hate me for it please 😭*

*a bit nsfw talk. just a sentence or two*

Similar to my post on Loid saying ‘I love you' first, I do think Yor should make the first move. A handhold, a hug, a kiss, I’ll take whatever as long as it happens! (Please Endo I’m begging)

I’d love for them to have another sweet moment like the park bench. A lovely discussion, physical contact of some kind that moves them forward. And then I’d like Yor to ask Loid to help her practice kissing. 😘 😘

Who do you think should make the first move and what do you want it to be?

I think it has to be Yor because Loid is just not going to make a move. He respects her too much, he’s afraid, he did it once in bad faith and was correctly rejected, either way he just won’t. Which makes me wonder, why hasn’t something happened yet. They’ve been married and roommates for almost 6 months maybe? That’s a long time to live with someone in close proximity who’s insanely attractive. And I don’t have a doubt that they’re attracted to each other. I think, for both of them it’s a fear thing. Fear of rejection, of not being good enough, of not being allowed to or crossing boundaries they shouldn’t. Fear of rocking the boat and screwing up what they have. And probably a mix of denial. But I believe they know they feel something for the other. There’s no obliviousness, they feel deeply and I think Yor is insanely emotionally intelligent. And we give Loid too little credit as well! I think he can properly analyze his feelings (when he wants to lol)

If their relationship progresses, and Yor asks for kissing practice, things might get a little more physical. And while I was once of the opinion that I might like this to happen before the identity reveal, I am now of the complete opinion that it absolutely, under no circumstances should. They can kiss and make out and hump and long for each other and want each other so bad. But they won’t go all the way. I don’t think Twilight will let it happen. No matter how much he may grow to love her and want her, that is a line he will not cross. Not with Yor. Not with her. Because he loves and respects and cherishes her too much, he doesn’t want to crush her and break her heart more than he already has to.

After the reveal? They can have all the angry, emotional, passionate make up sex they want. Once Twilight confesses? They can have the tender, still crazy passionate lovemaking.

So that’s it. After writing all this, I realized I should’ve just written a fic and hoped people would like it 😅 and maybe I still will! I’m not confident enough in my abilities to write a long arc right now though. 😭

And I would really like to hear what you think as well! Why hasn’t anything happened? (other than Endo’s reluctance to move that plot piece forward right now)

Would you like them to, well, bang before or after the reveal?

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Finally I want to thank you all again for the nice comments and follows and such. I had a hard day, feeling unloved and unwanted and uncared for. Weirdly, seeing likes and reply’s and new followers here and on twitter helped me 😅 I may never be anyone’s favorite anything, but I am.. something. I’m here. And I’m happy I’m here and reaching out to you more. I hope you feel the same. ❤️

[narcoticwriter]

The Genshin Impact Cast & Their (Alleged) Crimes

You read that right. I'm going down the list of characters that are out and leaked/announced as of the date of the 2.7 livestream. This will include criminal charges, civil charges, and (of course) war crimes. I'm not sorry about this at all.

For legal reasons, if it wasn't obvious, this is a joke.

Before we move on, all of them will be slapped with aggravated assault preemptively because this is how the game works in general, but I will put this charge in some descriptions for emphasis.

(Thanks for the stroke of inspiration. You know who you are LMAO.)

Albedo: First-degree murder and unlawful experimentation as if Mond found out what freaky shit he was doing, he'd be mobbed and killed.

Aloy: Trespassing (do I tack on illegal border crossing too-)

Amber: Arson (unintentionally), civil misconduct, negligence

Arataki Itto: Disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, aggravated assault (that one time), vandalism

Barbara: Disturbing the peace (but not really lmao)

Beidou: Tax fraud/evasion, piracy (obviously), open container of alcohol (this is seriously a charge), probation violation, (legal) racketeering, smuggling

Bennett: Negligence, personal injury, the Torts law would have a ball with this kid

Chongyun: Trespassing, disturbing the peace (the ghosts would sue due to the yang energy)

Diluc: Willful killing, taking of hostages, willfully causing great suffering, extensive destruction and appropriation of property, killing a man already down (legit war crime), vigilantism, homicide, kidnapping, grand larceny, attempted involuntary manslaughter (there's more but this is getting long)

Diona: Malpractice, attempted poisoning

Eula: Disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace (Mondstadt hates her enough to waste tax dollars on this)

Fischl: . . . Indecent exposure (people really didn't like her in the lore)

Ganyu: I mean, if you wanna count war crimes from 2000+ years ago, I could tack on willful killing and the criminal charge of aiding in that regard, but other than that, she's pretty clean.

Gorou: Willful killing, aggravated assault, voluntary manslaughter

Hu Tao: Disturbing the peace, solicitation, harassment, kidnapping, attempted murder/burial of someone who is alive

Jean: Child labor maybe? Perhaps. Yeah. A charge of child labor is fair. And maybe a child soldier? They aren't in a war, but hilichurls are hostiles, right? Is solitary confinement considered child abuse-

Kaedahara Kazuha: Treason, espionage, rebellion/insurrection, inciting a riot/rebellion, civil disorder, illegal border crossing

Kaeya: Perjury, conspiracy, extortion, white-collar crimes, unauthorized disclosure of classified information, forgery, bribery, willful endangerment

Kamisato Ayaka: . . . I've got nothing. Literally nothing. I can't even put legislative misconduct, aid in a crime, or even complicity. She's innocent.

Kamisato Ayato: Extortion, racketeering, aiding and abetting, fraud

Keqing: She could get some class-action suits and some charges in terms of running the workplace, but other than that? No.

Klee: Arson, involuntary manslaughter (?), disturbing the peace, crimes against wildlife

Kujou Sara: 'Legal' extensive destruction and appropriation of property, 'legally' willfully depriving a prisoner of war or other protected person of the rights of fair and regular trial, 'legal' deportation or transfer or unlawful confinement

Kuki Shinobu: She actually tries to drop these charges. She went to law school, for goodness sake. Is being a lawyer a charge?

Lisa: Cruel and unusual punishment, use of torture, speculative disclosure of classified information per according to the Heavenly Principles

Mona: Tax evasion

Ningguang: Collusion, market, and price manipulation, monopolizing, and perhaps she'll also be held liable for whatever Beidou or Yelan does as she works with them

Noelle: If her scaring off Snezhnayan diplomats could be a charge for treason somehow, then sure

Qiqi: If she's technically not alive, does the law apply posthumously? Even if it does, she's done nothing wrong except maybe trespass on Jueyan Karst

Raiden Shogun: In the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court, Section 8, Paragraph 2, Points A, B, and C, I list off the following: (A) I, II, III, IV, VI, VII, VIII, (B) I, II, III, IV, XII, XIII, XIV, XXI, (C) III, IV

Razor: Is he even under the jurisdiction of the law?

Rosaria: Homicide, assassination, voluntary manslaughter, vigliantism, familicide

Sangonomiya Kokomi: Willful killing is a thing and she absolutely incited rebellion too, totally guilty, but despite being in a war, she didn't commit that many obvious war crimes besides those.

Sayu: Negligence, liability

Shenhe: Voluntary manslaughter, first-degree murder, aggravated assault

Shikanoin Heizou: Petty thievery, liability, negligence, bribery, misconduct

Sucrose: Aiding and abetting in unlawful experimentation

Tartaglia: Wanton murder, enforced disappearances of persons, torture, wanton killing, extortion, grand larceny, terrorism, intentionally directing attacks against the civilian population, threatening public officials, the entirety of Section A of the War Crimes clause (it goes on)

Thoma: Illegal immigration except the Kamisato Clan renders that nonexistent, so he's innocent

Traveler: Over the implied longevity of their existence, it is my personal belief that they have collected war crimes and criminal charges like Pokemon and have caught them all (but I'm not going as far as anything sexual or domestic because that's a line I won't cross)

Venti: Gliding under the influence, open container of alcohol, grand larceny, disturbing the peace, public intoxication

Xiangling: Crimes against wildlife, speculative intentional poisoning (contested), malpractice (?)

Xiao: Manslaughter, first-degree murder, willful killing, torture (of the psychological variety)

Xingqiu: He could be slapped with a harassment charge if Chongyun cared to bother, but some vigilantism is a thing

Xinyan: Disturbing the peace, indecent exposure (the majority of the public really seem to hate her)

Yae Miko: Mostly extortion, but if she wanted to run a pyramid scheme, so could do so with wild success

Yanfei: The one prosecuting the cast

Yelan: Extortion, kidnapping, solo racketeering

Yoimiya: Negligence, damage to public property, unintentional arson

Yun Jin: The only thing I can say is that I don't know what an opera singer would do that's illegal or anything that she'd do personally that would be illegal

Zhongli: Is it terrorism if he's the ruler that allowed it? Is it treason? Can he even be held to a variety of war crimes? All I know is that the charges of negligence and liability law against would be downright criminal in of themselves.

Bonus - Paimon: Harassment. That is all.

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If you wanna slap some more charges I may have missed or even debate some of them with others, go ahead and go ham.

[goblinmatriarch]

Flufftober Day 7

So for Flufftober, for reasons that I cannot articulate, I’m only doing fandoms I don’t generally write, by which I basically mean no drarry. I’m literally just scrolling through netflix and my bookshelves going, “uhhh what do I know well enough to write about real quick” which is how we ended up here, a solid 14 years after the show ended, and even 6 years since the sequel aired (what? no! surely it has not been 6 years?), with some Rory/Paris pre-slash.

Gilmore Girls

Paris had to drive out to that ridiculous little nowheresville town with the fantastical name, again, because Louise’s house was under renovation, again, which at this point Paris was pretty sure was code for illegal activity, and Madeline had entirely ignored all hints and outright demands to offer her house. Paris’s house was certainly not an option; the very thought of perfect little Rory Gilmore seeing Paris’s immaculate home was enough to set her teeth on edge.

And then, of course, when she got there, Rory’s mother was all warm and friendly and insisted on making Paris feel “right at home”, like that was something to aim for.

And then, Louise had called to say she couldn’t make it, and she hadn’t even had the decency to speak to Paris directly so Paris could berate her into coming after all. Instead, she’d left a message with Rory Gilmore’s irritating mother, who delivered it casually, like it wasn’t a massive betrayal.

Madeline hadn’t even bothered to call with an excuse.

So that left Paris and Rory to do the project alone, which was fine, of course; Paris could put together an A-worthy group project in her sleep. Having Rory involved wasn’t even a hindrance, the way Madeline and Louise were. She contributed a few decent ideas to Paris’s overall vision, and she could be trusted to deliver her assigned duties appropriately, with little oversight. Paris usually ended up writing Madeline’s and Louise’s contributions over again anyway.

But then that meant that she and Rory finished early, and while Paris had absolutely no desire to linger in Magical Starry Land or whatever, she had even less desire to go home early. What if her mother was still there? What if her mother tried to talk to her?

That’s the only reason Paris lingered at the door, of course. She drew out their conversation about History class for so long that Rory started looking concerned, like she thought Paris might have suffered a head injury or something. Paris was just about to leave, really she was, when Rory’s grinning harridan of a mother practically forced her to stay.

“Oh gosh,” Lorelai said, in the most obviously fake way imaginable, “I just remembered I’ve got that thing tonight, Rory, so I can’t do our movie marathon!” She affected a disbelieving expression that made her look like a gaping fish.

Rory glanced sidelong at Paris and uneasily asked, “What thing, Mom?”

Lorelai waved a dismissive hand and doubled down on the very apparent lie. “The thing, Rory, just a thing. So anyway, I can’t make it, but” – here she tried to look as though she had been struck by an idea, which was obviously an unfamiliar expression for her – “maybe you and Paris could do it instead!”

She turned to Paris, beaming, like this was something everyone could be thrilled about, rather than a fate worse than death.

“What do you think, Paris? Fancy Marilyn Monroe and cross-dressing?” Lorelai did a weird little jig and looked very pleased with herself.

Paris weighed her options. On the one hand, more time spent with the insufferable Rory Gilmore in her happy, whimsical home, watching films that were most likely terrible and eating cheap garbage. On the other, a solitary meal prepared by the family cook, maybe some time with her book on the Ottoman Empire, and then early to bed.

It would probably be rude to refuse.

“Sounds…lovely, Miss Gilmore.” In vengeance for being coerced into staying against her will, Paris made sure to imply with her tone that it would not be lovely, at all, and also to put the slightest emphasis on ‘Miss’.

Lorelai seemed entirely undeterred. Probably she hadn’t even noticed; she didn’t seem like a woman who picked up on nuanced snubs. “Great,” she basically shouted, even as Rory gave her a desperate, pleading look. “You two have so much fun!” She grabbed her coat and strode briskly past them to her car, then turned over her shoulder and shouted, “Rory, there’s money on the table for snacks and takeout. The movies are next to the tv.” She got into her car – a Jeep, for pete’s sake, was anything in their lives practical? – and before she pulled out of the drive, she beeped the horn twice and yelled, “Have fun, you two!” out the window.

And then she was gone.

Rory turned reluctantly on her heel to face Paris. “So…” she began.

“I don’t want to be here any more than you,” Paris snapped hastily.

Rory blinked, and then those big, wet, doe eyes of hers sharpened. “Well it’s my house, Paris, so I actually do want to be here, but if you want to leave, I’m not keeping you.”

Paris looked down at the ground, then set her jaw forcefully and peered up at Rory. “Fine,” she said, “but I’m choosing the movies.”

She stalked past Rory back into the house. From behind her, she heard a sarcastic, “Be my guest.” Or it was probably supposed to be sarcastic, but in Rory’s Disney princess voice it came out all sweet and welcoming.

***

Two hours later, Paris had to admit that Rory and her mother might be onto something. Some Like it Hot was actually really interesting; much less vapid than she’d expected. And twizzlers were a revelation. Paris reached for another one.

Rory’s eyes flicked over to her, then back to the screen where Marilyn Monroe was playing the ukulele. “Those make a decent straw, you know,” she told the screen.

Paris crossed her eyes to look at the twizzler currently in her mouth, then looked back at Rory, wide-eyed.

Rory looked over again, then burst out laughing. Paris bristled, but Rory was already apologising. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just, you look so…” she giggled again.

Probably all the sugar had gone to Paris’s head. That, or she was suffering some kind of contact witlessness – maybe the air in Shooting Star Fairysville carried an airborne virus that reduced critical thinking. There had to be some explanation for the fact that she crossed her eyes again and waggled her head so the twizzler wobbled absurdly in front of her face. 

Rory’s laugh was bright and surprised, and Paris’s whole body flushed with an awful hot, nauseous sort of feeling that she did not care for at all. She scowled and ripped the twizzler out of her mouth.

“We already have straws, Gilmore; why would we need to use candy?”

Rory was still laughing. “Whatever, Paris,” she said. “You weirdo.”

Paris was aghast, but before she could protest the accusation, Rory flopped backwards onto the couch, pressing their shoulders together. Paris went very still. 

She could shove Rory off, she supposed, but she was technically in Rory’s home. On Rory’s couch. Probably it would be rude. She kept her eyes fixed on the screen and tried to follow the plot, which somehow kept eluding her. The credits rolled, and she was still unsure if Jack Lemmon’s character was going to marry that rich guy or not.

Rory yawned and stretched, losing even more structural integrity and drooping further, so she was practically in Paris’s lap; was propriety not even a thing here in Hollow Heads Full of Stars Town?

“D’you wanna watch another?” she slurred sleepily. She blinked up at Paris, and her eyes were just so blue it was ridiculous. “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is pretty good, and ‘Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend’ is iconic.”

Paris considered. Her parents would definitely be out for the evening by now. She could shake the dust of this podunk town off her shoes and be home in time for a book in her own bed.

Rory’s body was warm against hers. Paris couldn’t help noticing the way the light from the tv reflected off her eyes and mouth. 

“Fine,” she said, aiming for caustic and missing by a mile. “But I want more twizzlers.”

[miss-kittyy]

Rewriting Briarlight and Longtail’s Deaths

So I am disabled, like very disabled, I am %50 of the teenagers ever diagnosed with my special combination of pain disorders, and I also unfortunately hyper fixated on warrior cats, which is bad news for me because warrior cats is super ableist, and to add insult to injury, the fandom can also be pretty ableist.

My biggest problem with the majority of “anti-ableist” AUs is that they “fix” the ableism stemming from the narrative and able bodied characters by making the disabled character less disabled, this so bad for many reasons. I’ve talked more about in other posts. The justification that real life disabled cats are less doesn’t make it not ableist, since when was warrior cats meant to be realistic? If you’re making an au where the disabled cats function like actual disabled cats you also have to make all the cats genetically accurate, and retcon Lionblaze lifting a tree.

My problem with warrior cats is not that the disabled characters cannot become full conventional warriors, I’d like it if they got to choose what duties the perform instead of being crammed into the medicine den, but I don’t care about Cinderpelt not being able to complete a marathon. Most of the fandom seems to think the issue is that the disabled character are not useful enough, instead of the way that able bodied characters deny of them agency and make remarks like “you wouldn’t want to return to a life like her’s would you?”. Disabled people do not need to be “useful” to be worthy and empowering.

It’s very obvious that most of the fandom just wants the disabled cats to be more palatable to abled bodied people, so I’ve decided to make my own rewrite instead to hopefully make myself feel better. A lot of these things are inspired by my own experiences and not every disabled person is looking for the same things in representation, this is totally self indulgent.

The goal of this AU is to highlight the many unique and valuable aspects disability and how being disabled does not infringe upon anyone’s worth, ever.

- Longtail doesn’t die in the storm, Briarpaw is still injured, but he’s found besides her, trying his best to help her cling to life.

- after Briarpaw begins to recover he stands up to Millie and other cats insulting her quality of life, he says her journey will be hard, but it is one worth taking.

- She asks him why he’s an elder, and he decides to request to have his warrior ship restored as Briarpaw is dreading the life of an elder.

- On his first patrol the cats accompanying him insist on speaking to him in an incredibly infantilism tone, and whispering amongst themselves over what he can or can’t do, without consulting him,

- He initially gives up on patrolling after that insufferable experience.

- Briarlight begins to create marks and blobs on the wall of the medicine den using crushed up dead herbs she asks him to retrieve some berries for her, and he complies.

- Jayfeather shows him how he navigates the territory with the help of some of the sighted cats, and Mousefur is quick to volunteer as his guide. He finds her company surprisingly empowering. He realizes that it was not his blindness which was limiting his abilities, but the other cats attitudes.

- Mousefur and Longtail return with mouthful of berries and herbs, Briarlight describes to him what she’s drawing on the side of the den and he helps he mound the materials into paint.

- The cats begin to pop into the medicine den to see Briarlights painting and soon Jayfeather has to kick her out occasionally so they’d stop crowding him, she’s given the walls of camp to decorate instead.

- She begins to illustrate Longtails stories of the old territory and Bloodclan, and this new form of storytelling becomes a tradition amongst Thunderclan.

- because more young cats are aware of the clans history it becomes harder for the dark forest to recruit them, unfortunately, Blossomfall’s resentment towards her sister means she never cared to listen.

- Ivypool is still recruited and trained like in canon, given her relationship with the dark forest was much more emotionally charged and manipulative than just plain lies.

- at a gathering Longtail meets Grasspelt who inquires about Briarlight, Longtail is surprised about how little he knows as the she-cat had mentioned how well they got along as apprentices. Despite Millie nagging him not to tell him the truth about her daughter he does anyways, but puts much more emphasis on how well she’s doing than Millie expected. Grasspelt thinks this sounds really cool and decides that he is going to see her and her paintings, and that nobody can stop him. Longtail makes sure to put any opposing cat in their place, but Briarlight is a very respected Clanmate, so most warriors don’t say anything.

- Briarlight is nervous and doesn’t want to come out of the medicine den at first, but when Grassheart darts into the den holding berries and flowers for her to paint with she quickly warms up to her visitor.

- Grassheart is happy to tell Briarlight that he’s never been able to be a “functioning” warrior, and that he has always imagined that his spirit is shaped different, the medicine cat says his body is normal, but he’s never been able to keep focus in a fight or react as quickly as he should be able to while hunting. (He’s autistic because I say so)

- As dusk nears he’s visually hesitant to return to Riverclan and when Longtail inquires on why he says that he hasn’t felt so “here” for a long time. On the way back he wanders off and comes back with a chipmunk, when returning to Riverclan territory his father, Mintfur, is shocked to see his catch. After talking with his family a bit he realizes that it was the noise from the river that was making him so tense and dissociated, Brackenfur, who was escorting him, notices that he keeps rubbing himself on the ground and wincing.

- For the next couple moons Grasspelt returned to Thunderclan to bring Briarlight plants that only grow in Riverclan territory, he begins trying to fish from the quite lazy stream in their territory and soon both him and Briarlight have got it down.

- Longtail notices the sadness present whenever Grasspelt left and exclaims that it’s rather stupid that he’s living somewhere so unsuited for him just because of words long repeated.

- Grasspelt confesses that he feels the same, but knew he wasn’t supposed to say anything. Briarlight tells Longtail that her and the Riverclan warrior had been thinking of each other as mates for moons.

- Longtail accompanies Jayfeather to the next half moon meeting where he proposes his addition to the warrior code, “no cat should be confined to laws which harm them due to an inherent physical or spiritual difference.” (Cats don’t really know how brains work, so they see mental disabilities as a difference within a cats spirit)

- A moon later the leaders meet to discuss this proposition, it is accepted and Grasspelt makes the journey to Thunderclan for the final time.

- Grasspelt is renamed Grassspirit when becoming a Thunderclan warrior, unlike prior renaming of disabled cats this is a celebration.

- Grassspirit spends most of his time taking care of the elders and kits, he’s incredibly compassionate especially with kits and is able to solve many problems within the nursery.

- When twigkit and Violetkit arrive in Thunderclan Briarlight and Grassspirit help raise them, after Violetkit is taken Briarlight and Twigkit paint her on the side of Thunderclan camp.

- Briarlight still gets sick and her illness progresses without any treatment, Grassspirit notices her trying to hide it and when Longtail finds out he’s very upset. Jayfeather frantically treats her, expressing his frustration that she didn’t tell them sooner, the second Millie steps out she breaks down and explains that she just wanted to deal with it herself, and perhaps if she were successful Millie would finally treat her like an adult.

- Longtail gives Millie a stern talking to, he tells her that Briarlight is a warrior of Thunderclan and as her clanmate she should show her some respect.

- Millie is inherently very reactionary, as she had not realized the full extent of her suffocation, but eventually after a couple moons her and Briarlight begin to rekindle their relationship, like adults.

- Blossomfall sees how Brairlight wasn’t basking in their mother’s attention like she imagined, and feels the urge to seek out an actual sisterhood after ignoring Briarlight for moons and moons.

- Briarlight isn’t really mad at her sister, and understands why she felt the way she did. Jayfeather suggests that Blossomfall help Briarlight with her painting, Blossomfall seems put off with the suggestion of being her sister’s assistant.

- The interactions that follow are less than ideal, Blossomfall commends Briarlight’s able friends (Thornclaw, Poppyfrost, Alderheart, etc) for being so nice to her, as if that’s not what friends do. She seems very sad the entire time, sighing when her sister dragged her legs around with her mouth to sit more comfortably, even though she was completely fine. When watching her paint she comments that it’s good she has “something to keep her busy”, and finally she expresses her view, of Briarlight’s injury and her (Blossomfall’s) suffering being all worth it because of her talents, as if her life was not worth living to begin with.

- Briarlight tells her that if that’s truly what she wants she’s going to have to put more effort into understanding and respecting her way of life, and that she won’t apologize for their mother’s actions.

- When Blossomfall has her kits they take a liking to Auntie Briarlight, and Blossomfall seems to have reflected on their past interactions, trusting her sister to watch her kits. Briarlight teases a bit, a subtle way of telling her not to rush things, but they do begin to feel like something close to sisters.

- Right before Briarlight’s Nieces and Nephews are made warriors Longtail dies of Greencough. Throughout the entirety of his sickness he kept his sense of humour, his mean streak, and his immense love for what he had made of his clan.

- At his vigil Grassspirit began whaling like a bird in new-leaf, he insists that the vigil is too sad, and that Longtail wouldn’t want everyone moping around, for Starclan’s sake, his life was good. Standing amongst them, Longtail’s spirit can feel every cat in Thunderclan standing around him, singing the song of a life well lived.

[rainbow-arrow]

Something Bad is going (or Has) happened to Luka Couffaine

 a theory!

Listen. Few love Luka Couffaine as much as I do. And there’s been a Good Deal of foreshadowing that something Bad is going to happen to him. Or, since we already have episodes 16 and 18, something already has. It begins in season four, and I think, most accurately, his downfall begins after Wishmaker. 

My theory here is that something bad happens to him in season five, and I’m predicting it’s going down Episode 15, which is ‘Intuition’, named after Sass’s powers, iconically, the only miraculous he ever used (he should’ve gotten one in the kwami swap i will die on this hill, regardless of their reasoning). As of right now, all we have of this episode is the name and the rest is mere speculation. Could happen later, could happen not at all (doubtful), but this is what I’m predicting, and if I am wrong, well, I’ve been wrong before lol.

This ended up a Bit longer than I anticipated, with the pictures (there are pictures for evidence under the cut lol i’m not one to do a CHUNK of text) and ngl overwhelming number of ominous signs pointing towards him, so it’s under the cut. I do also acknowledge my biases- I think he’s a much more main character than the creators are allowing him to be. In my defense, I love him?

Now, when I say something bad, I’m preparing myself for them just killing him (they wouldn’t, right?) but it could be a vague injury or sending him away, just something that keeps him off my screen, which is, arguably as bad as death? The thing is, everything points to something ‘vague bad’, and from that I can’t predict more, so I’ll keep it vague.

Season 4, Episode 22- Ephemeral

Ephemeral is the First Time we get to see him after discovering their identities in Wishmaker (a moment I have written separate essays on before). As far as I interpret the episode, his initial plan is to tell Marinette he knows she’s Ladybug (eventually) and accepts he’s instead going to ‘know’ Chat Noir’s for everyone’s benefit. 

I’ve written other posts on the Importance and Luka’s positioning in Ephemeral (and how the whole thing could’ve been solved with a simple conversation or. believe it or not. the Truth), so I’m not going to say much here, but the One point to be considered is:

It’s not safe for one person to know both Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities.

Which is why she can’t know his, and he can’t know hers. And Luka finds himself knowing both. From this very moment I knew something bad was doomed to happen to my favorite blueberry. He got put in a bad situation after, honestly, a very bad season for him. 

Season 5, Episode - Determination

 This one is. A Reach but someone rb and tagged one of my posts so I cannot just move on from this. We know there’s a Viperion wax figure, we see it covered and also lined up to fight (BUT THEY DOn”T aCTUALLy FIGHT HIM), and he’s just straight up not included on the poster. Seeing the wax figure it’s clear that they Know of his existence, but he’s just...not there.

Some attempt at foreshadowing? I personally, do not know, but have been, without my consent, told it might be. (don’t write bible spoilers in the tags of my posts i read them okay???????) I am simply acknowledging this.

Season 5, Episode 12- Perfection

Luka has been in two (2) episodes so far in season five (LESS THAN WAYHEM MAY I ADD), and Perfection he’s bARELY there. (in his defense if I was in his exact situation, I would Also keep my distance), but he Is playing when Adrien’s singing, and they focus on him....at an interesting point.

(first. funny bc he was silencer lol) First for real. Lukanette fans are always allowed to mourn the ridiculously short dating time on my posts- the emphasis on him and Adrien using the melody talk that’s taken verbatim from Wishmaker is also another essay for another time.

Second, he knows. Which, in general, makes most of his appearances in the show post Wishmaker (only twice in season five so far) hilarious, but in this situation, why they chose to emphasize him on the heart beating line. The silence one I get, but why would they linger so long on such a line? Foreshadowing. that’s my answer. They’re going to kill him. /j

I could also point out how far apart he stands from everyone but I’m also aware his animation budget is like $5 and half a pbj so I’m not looking too much into that, but here:

Season 5, Episode 16- Protection

This episode is the first After when I think things are going to happen, immediately following Intuition, and Luka is...very oddly not there.

It’s clear they had Every Intention of Luka being there when they planned this date, even including him in the comic, but he was replaced by Nino at last minute (Luka and Nino are the same person truthers really got a +1 on that line lol), which is...a choice but more on that never.

Luka was obviously abruptly replaced, which continues to lend to the idea that something in the immediate past (previous episode- oh! That’s Intuition!) and based on the leaked ideas I’ve stumbled across for episode 14, I really don’t think he’s in that one. 

What gets to me in this scene is that, yes, they’re uncomfortable (with every right to be), put on display by their friends, but they look at each other right when they say his name. Like they know something happened. This scene adds more fuel to my ‘vague bad’ idea than straight up killing him (they wouldn’t), where likely, Ladybug and Chat Noir know More as to what happened (as well as Juleka, but she has no reason nor desire to speak up regarding her brother).

The Tweets

I, cannot for the life of me find the tweet that this is originally mentioned in (in my defense i did screen shot it and i have over 1200 images in my miraculous folder, but it might be in my screencap folder? we’ll never know). But I do have the Gloob post regarding it:

[translation: who was that phrase for? ‘Your heart has been broken, you will never use the power of second chance again’]

Oh, he’s never gonna use the power of second chance again, that’s for certain, but I do have reason to believe it’s not because they don’t get the miraculouses back (haven’t read the bible spoilers on that I’m just assuming that’s how it all ends), it’s rather that he doesn’t get to use them.

Luka has a lot of potential built up as being so important to the plot, with the ideas of the four being foils to each other (Kagami is getting plenty of screentime for this (in a good way)), but because he knows. I can’t fathom when this is going to play out, or why they would make him know unless something important comes from it. Then again, between seasons they could’ve just changed their mind about his role in the show (*cough* the Couffaine’s always *cough*).

Then again, they also could have them find out each others identities before Luka gets/wants to tell them and then it’s just a waste but. I’ll write another essay on that if it happens.

I keep saying ‘I can’t believe they’re going to kill Luka Couffaine’ to prepare myself that something Very Terrible is going/has happened to him, but I honestly don’t believe that Fully. The people I have discussed this with have all, for the most part, agreed they’re likely going to send him away at least until the end of the season, and with this idea there’s so many different reasons they could use. Go on tour with Jagged? Sure. Let him learn more about being a luthier? I could see that. Study abroad? I’m still confused as to what type of school he actually goes to but why not. Something involving Monarch based on that last idea? God I hope not, but it’s a reason.

also, since I began working on this, this was revealed:

Which is something I personally have been saying this whole time, but also Big Yikes, I’m just worried for my favorite blueberry. I hope he’s okay.

[heretherebedork]

I think for the Gram backlash, it comes for multiples reasons. I believe some viewers are not so keen on straight couples in BL, because they are already everywhere so if you also put them in shows where the emphasis is on queerness, some are not going to be happy. Even more if it takes screentime and take away the possible development of a mlm couple. The other reason is Black and Gram are canon in the novel and this spoiler spread in the fandom so the fact fans were expecting. I remember, fans saying that gram kissed eugene the first time to kiss Black through her. It also mean they replaced a gay couple by a straight couple even if there are already 2 mlm pairing. Last, the whole friendship dimension, eugene is black ex girlfriend so he kind of break the code and gram didn’t give a toss about Black when he was at his lowest just because of a girl. Him pushing black when he kissed eugene even when she responded to the kiss and he is not eugene boyfriend.

I mean, absolute truth.

I didn't even care much about Gram until the started to change and grow apart from the gang. I was never a hug fan or really cared. He was... fine. A cute friend, a possible third pairing, it was all good and it sounded interesting and the idea that it was book canon made it even better.

And then we got... this.

Look, I am not truly invested in them as a romantic pairing. But I was deeply invested in them as a friendship. Gram seemed like the most natural way to show us more of Black's human side and to let us see how he did care about people.

And we got... none of that. We got Black trying to protect Gram from him wanting to show Eugene affection (showing that he does care about Gram and his feelings) and we got Gram and Eugene showing at least some worry about Black during/after his collapse.

But we got nothing else.

We didn't even get a moment of hesitation or worry when Gram found out Black had literally been replaced for weeks and that's just... unimaginable.

I do think that removing a canonical queer couple specifically to replace them with a non-canon het couple that also includes a lot of nice guy behaviors like not accepting rejection and hanging out with people just to get closer to a girl really added insult to injury and make it even worse. Because this all retroactively paints Gram as a bad friend and a liar who only did what he did with Black and the gang to secretly spend time with Eugene.

I wouldn't have been mad about GramEugene if it hadn't been done by erasing Gram's friendship and closeness with Black and replacing that with Gram wanting to be close to Eugene. That was what drove me to where I am on this. Because between erasing a canonical queer couple and turning one half into a Nice Guy, they also took a friendship I was sincerely excited for and just... threw it out the window.

[after-witch]

Take Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

Title: Take Flight [Yandere Nikolai Gogol x Reader]

Synopsis: You’re a fantastic actress when you’re on the stage. But your captor isn’t fooled when there’s no stage magic to hide your real feelings.

For request: request for anything with BSD!Gogol please!

Word Count: 1772

notes: Yandere, kidnapped, noncon implications, implied torture/physical abuse

You look so beautiful when you’re immobile. Especially when you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it, when your eyes are widened in fear, your mouth whimpering behind the tight cloth gag; your mind no doubt racing, searching for what you’ve done and why this is happening.

You look especially beautiful when he opens his coat and pulls out a few tools. He deliberately lays the hammer on the far end of the table, next to your feet. Now that makes you beautiful, as you cry out as much as possible behind the gag, some drool making its way past the increasingly soaked cloth your chin. Your muffled “no” is music.

He hates to clip your wings like this. But it’s only temporary. And, really, you’ve brought it upon yourself. Not by acting up--oh, no, definitely not that. He smiles to himself as he thinks about what a good birdie you’ve been lately. How obedient. How submissive. How sweet.

It took a lot of effort. A lot of punishment. A lot of pain. But on the surface, you’ve transformed into the sweet swan that he’s dreamed about keeping in a gilded cage. Literally and otherwise. Of course, he’s not that easily fooled--he knows you still hate him, fear him, on the inside. No matter how much you embrace him or let him have his way with you, no matter how much you try to please him with words and kisses, you’re still fighting him in your heart. Beating against your cage with your wings when his back is turned, as it were.

And you know something? It’s just not good enough. His life is already a game of duality. And he wants only a singularity with you, a single reality where you are broken and his for however long he wants to keep you. What would be the point of throwing you away when you’re still fighting him?

And thus, it’s only fitting that you’re currently bound to the table where you’ve received your other punishments. He’s not much of a cleaner, and there’s still the odd blood stain lodged in the wood grains. A handy table with straps on each end that keep your wrists and ankle immobile. He’s even given you a pillow, because why not, why not?

It’s easier when you’re tied up to see the real you underneath, the desperate, terrified person that only wants to stay alive. That only wants to avoid pain. The remnants of blood stains underneath you are a testament to that.

You do put on a good show, otherwise. But not quite up to par, he admits, hence his critical review. If he was a theater critic, he might call your efforts “valiant, but not worthy of the highest acclaim.” Or perhaps “They clearly need a little more time to develop, but it’s a good effort.”

You can kiss him. You can perform for him. You can let him touch you and hurt you, when he wants, without complaint. But you can’t hide all of the little things that give you real state of mind away. The way your jaw trembles ever so slightly when you stand up on your toes (so precious) to give him a kiss. The quarter-second that your eyes drift away before you tell him you love him, you adore him, you never want to leave him. The slight hint of revulsion, always covered with a smile in an instant, when he enters your cage at night. 

Did you think you’re fooling him? He hopes you did. He loves the idea of snatching the rug from underneath your feet, nimble as they may be. You’re good at acting on the stage--he could wax poetry about how ethereal, how in-the-moment you look when you’re dancing; when you’re practically flying across the stage, your tulle skirts swishing and the thin soles of your shoes slapping against the hard floor.

But when you’re off the stage? The magic is lessened. There are no stage lights to cover up your occasional tired expression, no swelling music to add emphasis to your movements if they become too strained. No stage tricks to hide your face from the audience for a moment of reprieve. It is no good, after all, for Odile to seduce the prince with her arms, her legs, the fierceness of her fouettes--if her face gives away that she finds him repellent.

Without the trickery of the stage, you give yourself away. Which is one reason why he’s decided to be oh-so-cruel to you today. The other? He’ll never tell you. Maybe you’ll guess it someday, if you happen to glimpse the expression he holds as you pirouette across the stage, no limits, no boundaries, only the music and the motion and the buzz of the audience to lift you up high.

But, he muses, picking up the hammer--the noises you’re making, oh, how fun!--it’s time to get back to the task at hand.

“Or at foot,” he says, giggling. But you don’t get the joke. He approaches the head of the table and your muffled pleas grow louder. They’re so soft, so confused. What did you do? What did you do? Please, please, please. He’s heard it all before, but it’s still enjoyable to take in. Like a comforting book.

He trails a gloved finger along your cheek, spreading your tears around like a child tracing lines on a foggy car window.

“I know you want to fly away from me.” He keeps his tone light and teasing. You immediately shake your head in denial, and Christ in heaven is that fantastic, the way you want him to believe you no longer desire escape, no longer desire true freedom.

He tuts at you, wagging the tip of his gloved finger in front of your face before leaning in closer. “If I let you fly away, would you still be my pet? If you fly away on your own, would you be free?” It’s rhetorical, and your expression betrays your lack of understanding behind his words.

He does want to hear your voice behind the gag, so he swiftly undoes the tight knot and tosses the soaked fabric aside.

“Please, I love you,” you say immediately, voice weak and pleading. “Nik--Nikolai, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?” You hesitate for a moment, but then you continue. “I’m so sorry, whatever it is. I must have… disappointed you.” You lower your eyes and the downcast expression, the defeat in your gaze, makes him wish he had a camera on hand.

You’re so submissive. It really is beautiful. But you’re submissive because you want to avoid being hurt. You’re submissive because he’s got a hammer resting next to your precious feet and you don’t want him to lift up that hammer and bash your bones until they break.

Where’s the fun in that?

He hums to himself as he begins a deliberately slow walk back to the end of the table. He trails his fingers down your body and enjoys the sight of little goosebumps rising on your flesh, enjoys the way you squirm, just a bit, when he pokes at your sensitive side.

When he picks up the hammer, you begin to babble. The words aren’t important--he’s listening to the tone, the way your voice is thick with sadness and fear. Please, no, don’t, I’ll do anything; all words that run from your mouth like water through a stream. He ignores them and instead holds one of your feet still with his hand. There’s a power in your feet, thanks to the years of dancing and even more years of training. He thinks about taking that power away. About what that would mean. About what it would do to you.

When he rubs the end of the hammer against the top of your foot, you groan, a guttural sound of pure horror. The sound of someone whose entire reason for living, whose heartbeat, rests on the ability to dance. 

Your breath is sharp and scratchy when he suddenly lifts the hammer up and brings it crashing down on your ankle--where it immediately compresses and squeaks, high and childish.

It’s rubber. It’s a rubber toy. Nothing more.

Your breath comes out in short, harsh puffs. He takes in your expression, which is at once horrified and confused and relieved and even a bit angry.

“What--”

His sharp, pleased laughter interrupts you. And when he laughs, you laugh, just a little. He’s surprised that he can’t tell if it’s a genuine laugh of pure relief, an attempt to mimic him to stay in his good graces, or a sign that you’re losing your mind. Maybe it’s a mixture of all three.

He wastes no time in undoing your straps, and he pulls you into a sitting position. Your entire body is trembling, an adrenaline crash turning your legs to rubber as he helps you to your feet and loops your arm around his shoulders for added support. 

You don’t even have time to process the fact that he didn’t hurt you before he starts leading you out of the room and back to your pretty little cage and your pretty little bed. He drops you on the bed with a flourish, and you bounce slightly on the mattress--face still in shock, still processing.

“That was fun, right?” he says, voice once again teasing. “Now let’s play a little more.” He begins undoing his belt buckle, and what would have been the normal flash of revulsion on your face is replaced by something new: relief. Relief that you can dance? Relief that you didn’t earn any new scars, any new injuries, any new pain? He’s not sure that the exact reason matters. It’s something new, and it’s a step closer.

He grins and begins making quick work of his clothes. You’re already on your knees in front of him.

Relief, after all, comes in many forms.

[fridayturtle]

Miraculous Ladybug Rewrite/au

So uh about to post art for it so I figure I should post about it for the main long-term plot differences and premise difference. The main difference is instead of Master Fu only losing two miraculous, he loses all of them EXCEPT the ladybug, cat, and turtle. The main goal isn’t just to defeat hawkmoth, but to find and get all of the miraculous back to Master Fu as asked.

Overall premise differences:

Marinette's characterization is a bit different here, she's generally much more reclusive and only talks to Alya, and even then they're not the closest. She's only really close with family. She's more intensely bullied by Chloe.

Both of them were tested and chosen by their kwamis, not really master Fu, who's going to be a bit more of a mess in this au (he never got proper training afterall)

Both Chat Noir and Ladybug have contact with Master Fu fairly early on and equally

The miraculous cure has a time limit. It can only fix things for a few hours after the damage is done. (Chat Blanc's timeline chaos, for example, could never be fixed in any shape or form by the miracle cure.)

There's a secret society and research hidden from the public on the miraculous

As a result they do have to fight other miraculous holders every now and then, mainly in S1 (like the bee, the snake, and pig miraculous)

Not all of this is villainy, it's sometimes people trying to be heroes. Ladybug and Chat Noir try to teach others that not everyone should, or can be a hero though.

The Agreste family and Graham de Vanily family are all villains here working together

Emilie (Still kinda dead here) and Amelie have heavy involvement in the secret groups researching miraculous

Same miraculous for Nathalie and Gabriel, Amelie gets the mouse

A LOT of Amelie manipulating Gabriel

unfortunately going with sentimonster adrien in this au (which is the reason he's excluded from his family's villainy)

This is already a lot, the other big details are eventual fox holder Felix and eventual butterfly holder Emelie. Gonna put it under read more since it's already a long post, but here's the rest of main differences that happen.

Warning this gets long rip

This is pretty much a S2 Rundown:

Amelie using the mouse miraculous to spy on ladybug and chat noir (it's easy when you're small and everywhere to use it to spy)

Lila in S2 has the real fox miraculous, and in the fight against ladybug, she loses for Hawkmoth to come in and get it at the end (his first physical public appearance)

He then gives Felix the fox miraculous

Felix pretty much becomes a phantom thief with it called the Phantom Fox as a result lol. He steals jewelry across Paris (a chance to get the missing miraculous, and also enjoy a fun hobby of his)

Honestly he's just out here to waste so much of Ladybug and Chat Noir's time because it's fun for him (really big stunts of stealing stuff and just being a public bother, but Master Fu has emphasis that someone with a miraculous has to stop him lol)

Adrien's family is all together a lot but exclude him constantly despite a lot of episodes being him trying to impress them

Felix almost gets caught and revealed. Gabriel realizes how if he's caught there could be an investigation, and even worse, he could be mistaken for Adrien even if the miraculous is only taken for a minute.

I hate to make it edgy (this goes in with a later plot point though) but as a result Gabriel harms Felix pretty badly. Still personally debating what kind of injury or the specifics, but to the point where he has some facial injury to not be mistaken as Adrien, and for Felix to not be as casual when using the fox miraculous. After that, he stops making public appearances too (Adrien is told he went back to London for study-related reasons) and is slightly mute at times. Gabriel lies to Emilie that it was Ladybug and Chat Noir's doing to Emilie, causing her to start having actual resentment to them.

I know canon is going otherwise lately but Gabriel is fairly unaware about miraculous research and the potential of it. His goal is just to sacrifice Adrien for Emilie to come back to life, nothing bigger

He starts actually using Mayura and Amelie offensively in what would be S3. Happens pretty similarly to canon honestly with how Mayura is used, except for the main climax:

Gabriel does win one day

During this Gabriel, Marinette and Adrien all get to know each others identities (no one else)

They lost outside of the mansion but he takes Adrien back for his weird sacrifice thing and so that he can see Emilie the second she awakens

Even though wearing multiple miraculous is supposed to be hard in canon Hawkmoth wears all four lol, so in this au he's only able to wear two at once without hurting himself. So once in the mansion he's not wearing the butterfly and peacock

This clown gives them to Nathalie to hold onto

Gabriel dies instead of Adrien (woo!)

Because Adrien's right there he's able to take back the ladybug and cat miraculous

For clarification no Emilie doesn't notice she's out here dealing with way too much after being resurrected and having her husband die for her (and almost kill their sentimonster son )

Society is aware of their failure, the Agreste family is looked into, and they weren't able to miraculous cure the casualties or destruction away this time

It's not exactly. hard to steal from a sick woman. so Felix steals the butterfly and peacock miraculous

So it's generally a really big loss for Adrien and Marinette. They know each other's identities which is nice sure sure, but due to the major loss, disappointment in them from society, and the hurt Adrien feels a lot of the time spent is in somber comfort of each other instead. They're not sure what's going to happen next, so they keep their identities secret from society. They just have each other now.

Everything after is, well. even more different from canon because I went feral. Basically S4:

Ya'll know how I mentioned Marinette is a lot more reclusive? She's still bright as ladybug, but this effects that too. She really refused any interviews or explanations on herself or miraculous in the past, and now that really screws them over. A lot of distrust from society because they have no statements from her to know what's going on.

Amelie is so glad Gabriel died lmao, fake mourning for Emilie's sake though

Emilie created Adrien to just be her child, but not a full person. The fact he's in school, has a free will, and a life outside of her? Kind of kills her. She doesn't know how to interact with him really.

She falls into a similarly reclusive state to Gabriel when it comes to him with a bit more awkward-try-hard parent moments. She was ready to *own* a child not be an actual parent lol

Amelie gives Emelie the butterfly miraculous, and keeps the peacock for herself.

Because of the evidence of harm on Felix, during the investigation of the family they realize he has the fox but the family is able to plea that he was forced against his will and traumatized from it. (Amelie might be faking this, but doesn't know how true it is)

This is all just set up in episode 1 and the feelings happening throughout the season. Actual Stuff that happens though?

Emilie and Amelie make a plan to "adjust" the world they're in. Neither of them like how things have ended up for their sons, Emilie has been dead for a while and is bad at adjusting herself to the changes around her, so they may as well.

They just need for Emilie to play the hero and Amelie to play the villain to do that.

Nathalie isn't arrested, but is suspected so this is a pretty good pass for Amelie to use the peacock as long as she's hidden while using it. She makes sentimonsters that terrorize Paris.

Emilie meanwhile uses the power of the butterfly to become the supposedly-hero "The Monarch", who gives civilians the power to become heroes based on their passions or drive to defeat sentimonsters.

The Monarch just straight up contacts and makes a ton of interviews on the news. Explaining the miraculous, saying she's a member from the society researching miraculous who Felix gave the miraculous to (and why secret identities are important but she'll reveal that much), and bringing all that jazz that to light.

In contrast to LB and CN, she keeps saying how anyone can, and should be a hero.

Sooooo much passive aggressive shade on LB and CN during these lmao

A lot of her discussion about them is how they're just kids, "not trained or prepared", how she's the one not sure how they got the miraculous which is suspicious of them, with a lot of fake sympathy towards them too. (Mainly being it's not their fault, with her stating they were bound to fail eventually given how they are)

She does actually reach out to the folk she makes heroes to train and discuss things with them. A lot of it is honestly lowkey manipulating and trying to be a parental/role figure towards them while using them though

She especially reaches out to people who've tried to be heroes before and have some issues.

Like Chloe, reasoning LB and CN were wrong, how she's wrongly judged by society, how she deserves better and another chance, trying to be the kind figure Audrey isn't, etc.

The heroes don't always come after LB and CN. It's just The Monarch tells them to exclude them at best because they can't be trusted, and sometimes they *happen* to try and capture them because hey, maybe that'll impress The Monarch. And she doesn't really stop them from doing that lol

Felix is now using the fox miraculous pretty much 24/7. The police revealed the Phantom Fox was him and some info about what happened to him anyway (Not that Marinette trust that)

It's true the group of heroes The Monarch makes start off good but it starts to become an extreme "justice" group that'll get more intense over time, punishing whoever they see fit.

This ended up being so. So overly long so I'm gonna end it here since I have art and some more writing to show for the rest of it, but yeah. Just a big list of stuff about my au/rewrite, sorry it's kind of a mess but I'm having way too much fun with it.

[iamwhoami]

Amazing (One Chicago)

One Chicago

Connor Rhodes knows just what to say to Y/N after Sean Roman breaks up with her.

Warnings: Heartbreak?

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

"Are we still up for tonight?" You tilted your head to keep the phone wedged in between your ear and shoulder.

"I don't know..." Sean's voice cracked through the phone and you realized that he was actually outside, "Not sure when I'll get off tonight."

You pursed your lips but understood where Sean was coming from. You both worked long shifts at strange hours so finding time where neither were working was a challenging task.

"Okay, well just keep me posted," You said and you heard Sean chuckle.

"Will do."

Sean hung up and you sighed, unable to ignore the strange twisty feeling in your gut. Something felt wrong, but you couldn't understand why.

You didn't have time to dwell on it long though as Maggie called you and Dr. Rhodes over for an incoming trauma.

~~~

It had been a terrible day. You had lost not only one, but two of your patients today. Logically, you knew that it wasn't your fault, that their injuries were just too severe.

That didn't make it hurt any less though.

All you wanted to do was go home and snuggle Sean on the couch while a cheesy romantic movie played on the TV.

Despite this though, you found yourself standing outside the hospital, not making any move to get into your car and drive yourself home.

The cool air felt good against your skin and you let out a huff of air, watching the misty fog escape your mouth.

"Rough day huh..."

You turned your head to see Connor approach to stand next to you.

"Yeah..." You took a deep breath, "You could say that."

Connor shoved his hand into his pockets, watching the cars pull out of the parking lot and drive away with you.

"You're just going to stand here?" Connor asked, "After the day we've had?"

You chuckled softly, "I guess I am..."

"Is everything going okay with you and that cop?" Connor's voice was slightly strained.

You nodded, "Yeah...yeah it's nothing like that...I'm just reflecting today I guess."

"As we all should," Connor agreed, "Well, you have yourself a good night Y/L/N."

You smiled, "You too."

And with that, Connor turned around and left.

~~~

You left shortly after Connor did, the cold air getting to you. When you got back to your apartment, you sat in your car for another five minutes, your brain a mush of thoughts.

Completely exhausted, you trudged to the elevator, subconsciously pressing the button to your floor.

Fumbling with your keys, you searched for the right one before jabbing it into the apartment door.

"I'm home!" You tiredly called out as you entered, tossing your bag aside, "Man, has it been a rough day."

You weren't sure what you were expecting to see but it wasn't Sean standing there, a very serious expression on his face.

"Are you breaking up with me?" You joked, sliding off your shoes and hanging up your coat.

You meant it as a joke. A joke. It had been a long day and you were trying to lighten your mood.

The colour drained from your face though when you saw the look on Sean's face, "No...you're kidding."

"Y/N," Sean started and you immediately knew what was going to happen by his tone.

"What?" Your voice was barely audible but it could be heard, "Why?"

Sean shook his head, "It's not you Y/N...I just-"

"Save it," You put up your hand, "I've had quite the day Sean...I don't want to hear the reasons right now."

You weren't sure what you wanted Sean to say. Maybe you wanted him to fight you. To still show that he still had some love for you.

He didn't though.

With an awkward nod, Sean walked towards the door and just like that, he was gone.

You didn't realize it was possible, but you were even more drained and exhausted than before and as you collapsed on the couch, you realized just how shitty today was.

Maybe you should have been feeling heartbroken, maybe you should have been feeling hurt. You weren't though.

You were just tired.

~~~

The heartbreak set in the next morning, after you had a well-rested night.

You had woken up and rolled over, still expecting to feel the warmth coming from Sean's body.

What you felt instead was empty sheets.

Your heart ached and you seriously contemplated calling in sick. You couldn't understand why Sean would break up with you and though you did regret not letting him explain the night before, you sure weren't going to call him to ask.

If he wanted to end things then fine.

So be it.

Perhaps that was for the better that you still had to work today. At least you could keep yourself busy.

"Dr. Y/L/N!" Connor greeted you with a smile as you entered the ED, "I hope you good sleep because I could use another pair of eyes on one of my patients."

"Of course," You quickly agreed, this was just what you needed, "I would love to help."

Perfect.

~~~

"That was some great work in the OR today," Connor caught up with you on your way back to the ED, "Look, I totally get it if you don't want to, especially you know with Sean and stuff but I'd love to buy you a drink after shift. Just a celebratory one of course."

You chuckled softly, "Don't even worry about the celebratory emphasis. We broke up."

"Oh..." Connor stopped short, suddenly unsure of what to say. Did you need consolation? Maybe you were the one to break it off, "I"m sorry...I didn't know."

You waved it off, trying to seem indifferent, "Don't worry about it. The train of life moves on whether I'm on it or not, right?"

"Right..." Connor shifted awkwardly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"But I will gladly take up on your offer for a drink if it still stands," You tried to ease the tension.

Connor smiled, "Of course it still stands."

"I will meet you at Molly's after shift then," You cracked a grin and Connor's smile broadened.

"Sounds good."

~~~

You tugged your jacket closer around your body as you walked from your car to Molly's.

You weren't sure why, but for some reason, your heart thumped nervously against your chest. This wasn't some date or anything.

Just a celebratory drink to celebrate a successful surgery.

When you walked into Molly's, the first thing you saw was Herrmann and Kidd from 51 talking to Will and Natalie at the bar.

Then you saw Sean...and then Kim.

You were a little hurt and maybe a little envious seeing Kim cozying up to Sean like that. His arm was wrapped around her frame protectively and your heart skipped a beat when you remembered how he used to do that with you.

"Y/N!"

You turned your head to where your name came from and a smile graced your face when you saw Connor waving you over

"I'm glad you showed up," Connor said as you walked over and checked his watch, "I was beginning to worry that you had changed your mind and I would have to drink alone."

"Don't worry," You laughed, "I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."

Connor dipped his head and raised his glass slightly, "Good to know."

You slid onto the stool and within moments, Herrmann was asking you what you wanted to drink.

You ordered and when Connor told Herrmann to add it to his, you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from protesting after Connor shot you a no-nonsense glare.

Once you had your drink, Connor began talking but truthfully, you weren't listening much, just nodding along. Your eyes kept trailing away from Connor, sneaking glances at Sean and Kim together as they laughed at something Natalie had said.

"You know, I wouldn't take it personally if you wanted to call it a night," Connor's voice suddenly broke through your trance, "It has been a long day."

You blushed sheepishly, "I'm sorry-"

"No need," Connor cut you off, "I'm sure we have all felt heartbreak before."

"I know..." You nodded, "It's just...it was so abrupt...I don't know what happened? How did I not notice that things weren't right? That it had gotten to the point where Sean wanted to end it?"

Connor shrugged, "Does it matter now?"

His words caught you off guard. You weren't sure what to say. Honestly, you weren't even completely sure what he meant.

"I mean, why stress on it now," Connor clarified, picking his words carefully, "You're smart, kind, caring...not to mention a talented surgeon...he's an idiot to pass up on someone like you."

You smiled softly, "Thank you..."

"It's the truth," Connor took another gulp of his drink, "It's his loss if you ask me."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sean glance over at you and you could tell that he was watching you. You ignored him though, knowing he didn't deserve the worth of your time.

"I am really glad I took you up on this," You raised your drink a little, "Now...can we just talk about how amazing we were today in the OR?"

[darylsgirl]

He’s just like the sun. Daryl Dixon x Reader 18+ Smut

*Second ever Fanfic! Exciting! I hope you guys enjoy this! Please let me know if there is anything you’d change about it or anything you like! I would love some tips on how to improve!  I will warn it does get pretty dark at points, but the story just kind of got away from me again haha! Younger reader and Older Daryl for the anonymous request! Hope this has lived up to your expectations! Hope y’all having a lovely day <3*

Warnings!: Domestic violence, Heavy cursing, Violence and Smut 

Summary: Daryl had saved you from a herd of walkers, When you reached Alexandria he became distant and you started dating Spencer. He stayed away from you fully until Carol brought it to his attention that Spencer could be hurting you. Long slow burn. Smutty ending with Confessions of love :) 

Part Two              Part three 

“Good morning baby” He said rolling on top of you kissing you swiftly. 

“Good Mornin’ Spence' You replied squirming uncomfortably.

He enveloped you in his arms around you pulling you closer to him. 

“Sorry Spence, but carol’s expecting me. I really have to go!” 

His eyes flashed dark, He finally released you. “So just Carol? Or is there anyone else you will be seeing today?” 

You pushed your hand to the back of your neck rubbing it uncomfortably. “Urm yeah i think it’s just carol, She did say something about Rosita popping by to give us a hand” 

“Well you know what to do if anyone else turns up right? Or should I remind you?” He said with a smirk now. 

Your eyes met his panicked now “No i promise only Carol and Rosita. I know what to do i promise baby”

Ugh you hated calling him that but you knew it worked. You looked back at him and could see your words had placated him for now. Running to the bathroom you quickly got ready for the day, Checking over your appearance in the mirror you were satisfied that everything would look normal to anyone looking at her. You tucked your shirt into your jeans wincing as you did to make sure this didn’t rise up and left the bathroom. Sighing a breath of relief when you saw that Spencer had gotten up and left. Running a hand through your hair you ran downstairs, laced your boots up hastily, Leapt off the porch and headed towards Carol’s house.

You always loved your days with Carol, She was the most incredible woman. Tough, unrelenting and takes no nonsense but yet the mother of the group and loves everyone unconditionally, You’re pretty sure she would die for any one of you. She made you feel safe and at ease which is two feelings that were hard to come by these days. 

Smiling as you saw Carol in the front garden digging. You ran over and saw that there was a tray sitting on the porch with two cups of tea and some pancakes waiting. She nodded towards the porch “Go on help yourself Y/N. I'll be over in a minute” Another reason you just loved Carol. She. was. The. best. Cook. Even something as simple as pancakes you knew were going to be delicious.  “So I heard through the grapevine it’s your birthday soon?” Carol asked. You smiled at her “Yeah,I’ll be 22 on April 16th. Not that i’m even sure when that is now” 

“It seems silly now but sometimes i wonder what it would of been like to have my first drink, Never got a chance with the end of well….everything”

Carol looked over at you and checked the calendar. “Deana told me the date when we got here and I've been marking it ever since. Looks to be a week on Tuesday! Got anything nice planned?” “Nah, Just another day to me now!” You said shrugging. 

“Is Spencer planning anything?” 

“Um not sure, I don’t think i’ve told him if i'm honest”

“Well tell me then. If you could have anything in the world what would it be” 

You smiled the answer coming so easy to you now “A sunflower, I would really love to see a sunflower again” 

Carol nodded at you. “Now that would be something” 

Smiling happily again as you sat down you pulled a plate of pancakes on your lap and ravenously ate groaning as you did. “Carol, these are sooo good. What’s the secret?” 

“Y’all know if i tell you, i’d have to kill you” She said with a light hearted laugh and a wink. 

You had quickly finished your plate using the tea to wash it down. You thanked Carol, Grabbed the tray and walked in to clean the dishes. Carol followed in behind you talking about the day’s tasks. You didn’t really pay much attention as you were happy to do whatever as long as you weren’t stuck at home or with him. 

That’s when you heard him “Mornin’ Carol any o’ those fer me?” You body froze with fear, You needed to get out of here NOW. You scrubbed the plates and mugs as quick as you could and set them on the side of the sink to try. Spinning around you grabbed a dish cloth and wiped your hands. “I’m so sorry Carol, I just remembered I promised Spencer something, I have to go. I’ll see you soon?”

You started making your way briskly towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist. “Y/N There a problem here?” You were too scared to look him in the eye, Those were your weakness so bright and beautiful. “No Daryl, Just cant be here” You muttered staring at your feet silently begging him to push and save you, But in true shy Daryl fashion he released your arm still staring at you. 

Carol cleared her throat “I thought you had made a promise not that you couldn’t be here?” She walked over to you, also staring at you intensely. “Same thing, Not allowed. Promised Spencer” Carol’s eyes burned looking at you she grabbed your face pulling your eyes up to meet yours. “Not allowed?” She asked softer than you expected. You nodded your head slightly “Please Carol i have to go” You begged her scared. She gripped your face tighter, Her eyes wandering quickly across your face. You ripped your face from her hands and Carol gasped. Panic building in you again you turned and ran through the front door with Carol and Daryl hot on your heels. 

As you hit the pavement you ran straight into him, You froze again,Fear in your eyes, your eyes downcast..

Spencer looked at you then looked at the porch seeing them both there he wrapped his hand around your lower back digging his nails painfully into your side. You jumped slightly. Spencer put his lips to your ear and whispered “Smile and wave and say goodbye to your friends” Putting an emphasis on the word friends. Tears stung your eyes. 

You looked up at carol placing an unconvincing smile on your face, “Bye guys, Thank you for breakfast Carol” The second the words had left your mouth Spencer was dragging you by the hip back to the house your eyes still not leaving Carol’s in a wordless plea. 

Back on the porch Carol turned to Daryl “Fuck, We gotta do something about that” “Bout what?” he asked puzzled “God Daryl you can be so blind sometimes!” “Didn’t you see her neck when she was leaving, Those bruises were finger marks. I’d bet my life on it” He looked over at Carol shocked “He like Ed?” She nodded mouth forming a thin line “The one thing that bastard was good for is he taught me to see the signs of that evil in others, That fear was mine not too long ago” She continued “We can’t just get involved that won’t help we need to watch him and catch him at it so he can’t make her lie” 

Daryl felt like something inside him had broken, He couldn’t believe that prick was doing this to her, To Y/N, A Girl like that deserved to be treated like an angel. He wished he could have told her how he felt before all this and saved her the pain. 

He had loved her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. He had been the one to find her when they were on the road to DC. She was alone trying to fight off a herd of walkers with a determined look in her eye. Daryl had known he wasn’t supposed to get involved; he was supposed to be just observing and reporting back to the group. But the look in her eye  had made him charge forward “Hey!! Over here! Follow me!” She hadn’t even given it a second thought she just ran towards him and swung her leg over the back of his motorbike and they had ridden off. It had happened so quickly neither of them had the chance to wonder if the other could be dangerous. They both had connected at a base level without suspicion. 

Daryl had forced his bike to its limits, hightailing it back to the group with her arms around him. When he got back to them Rick had rushed forward to greet them looking warily at the pair, Daryl stopped the bike and started trying to explain to his friend when she fell sideways from the bike. Having to explain to the group that he didn’t even know her name was difficult but he just had to save her. By way of an explanation he just said “Any woman tha faces down a hoard alone earnt her chance” 

Daryl hadn’t left her side until she woke up. Seeing his reaction to this woman the group didn’t question it and just accepted her as one of their own. 

Daryl smiled thinking back to all the moments you two had been together on the road to here, To alexandria which had quickly become home. Before here he had barely left your side, He had thought you were incredible. A complete badass. From the first day you had defended and helped the group as if they were already family. You were a perfect fit. You were everything he wasn’t Light and beautiful. He knew a woman like you would never want the dark twisted man he had become but he couldn’t stop himself from being around you. You were magnetic. 

He never had the guts to tell you all of this, He knew you would reject him and everything your presence had healed in him would be shattered again. When they had gotten to Alexandria he had started seeing less of you as you had taken up your post at the infirmary and he had been going on more and more runs to keep the community fed and taken care of. He had started to wish for injuries just so he would have an excuse to feel your eye’s meet his again. He craved your touch with everything in him. But of course he could never tell you that, It would be so wrong of him. He was no good for you, he was atleast 20 years older for a start, An old redneck like him could never deserve a young beauty like you. 

About a week after you had all gotten here someone else had noticed you. You seemed to rebuff his advances at first which gave Daryl hope. A few weeks later Daryl was sent on a long run and when he came back there you were on Spencer's porch wrapped in his arms, Laughing at his words. That memory was the most painful for him, He had just gotten up the guts after a very close call to tell you how much he loved you and needed you to be his and there you were, Someone else’s now.

He couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you had in fact been his, He spent all of his nights wondering what it would be like to have you in his arms lay next to him, Wondering what your lips would feel like on his, How your skin would feel under his fingers, Your breath on his skin. All of these nights ended in a hurried and urgent tug as he let his mind imagine your hands were his. Moaning your name night after night. Always opening his eyes to the empty space beside him and the gripping pain in his chest. 

“Daryl, Come in Daryl” Carol was waving her hand in front of your face. “Uhh Sorry, What did you say?”

“I said,'' Can you make an excuse to go to the infirmary tonight?” He balled his fists. He could definitely do that. He waited a few hours and then stormed towards the garage with Carol hot on his heels. He drew a deep breath and then punched his hand through the glass cabinet. Drawing his hand back and watching the blood seep down his wrist. Looking up at Carol expectantly “That’ll do nicely Daryl” With a glint in her eye. She turned and grabbed a rag off the side and wrapped it around his wrist. You go to the infirmary ill get Y/N. Daryl couldn’t feel the pain of what he had done yet, He could just feel the adrenaline rushing through him. 

Carol ran across and down the street stopping to take a deep breath before knocking she heard a whimper from inside. Fixing a panicked look on her face she knocked urgently. A few moments later Spencer tore the door open, “What?” He demanded. Unfazed Carol replied “Hey spence! I’m sorry to intrude so late but we need Y/N Its urgent” She smiled sweetly at him. “Whatever you need her for you either tell me or you can wait till tomorrow” Showing him the blood on her hands. “Well um there was an accident and we can’t find denise.” She said in an innocent voice. Hearing this you appeared at the door and looked up at spencer. “I need to go, I promise i'll be quick…. Please?” You smoothed your hair over your neck again and started out of the door towards Carol when Spencer caught your wrist pulling you back to him. “You better be, I aint done with you yet” He growled into your ear, Then pushed his lips to yours put a fake smile on his face “Okay honey, Be Careful”

You took this moment to pull your arm from his following Carol pressing her for more information. You arrived at the infirmary and saw Daryl on the steps blood dripping down his hand onto the steps. You unlocked the door and ushered him and Carol inside. 

Sitting Daryl down and not meeting his eyes you delicately removed the rag from his wrist and grimaced. Knowing better than to ask questions you set to work with a pair of tweezers and started removing the glass shards from his hand and wrist before cleaning the wound, Stitching and bandaging it as quick as you could. You braved a glimpse upwards and saw his eyes searching your body and then your eyes. 

Seeing those beautiful blue eyes hit yours you were fighting the tears. You wanted to spill and tell him everything. He had always had that effect on you all he had to do was look at you and you wanted to pour yourself into him. You had loved him from the very beginning, From the moment your eyes met you had craved him, Craved those beautiful strong arms around you keeping you safe from the world. 

You had always wished he would show even a spark of interest towards you, Well he was always around but he acted so indifferent. 

Engrossed in his eyes just staring at each other it was like there was no one else in the world, He was the sun pulling you in. His hand came up and moved the hair from your face, His fingers lingering before moving your hair completely away from your neck, his eye’s darting downwards inspecting you. His eyes grew dark then “Please Y/N what has he done to you?” his eyes were fixed on your neck as he reached forward and brushed his fingers across your throat tracing the bruises. 

Your breath hitched in your throat enjoying his touch. Carol cleared her throat from the corner “Guys we got company” Daryl dropped his hand and darted forwards blocking the doorway as it flung open. 

Spencer, He was fucking everywhere. 

“Can i help you?” Daryl growled. “What are you doing man, Where’s my girl?” Spencer asked. “She’s Busy and she’s gon be busy for a long time. Why don’t you take off kid” Daryl said still not moving from spencer’s way “I’ll take off when i’ve got my girl, Get the fuck out of the way” You could hear the change in his tone turn from polite to the voice that sent fear through your bones. 

You stepped forward. “I’m right here. It’s okay i won't be long” Daryl looked back at you pained “Yeah ya will. We aint letting ya go back with him” Roaring “Fucking look at yaself Y/N look at those bruises!” He span back at spencer “Ya needa take a fuckin hike, Touch her again ill kill you” He growled. Spencer looked amused “Yeah, Ok redneck scurry on to your moonshine and skinning possums'' He half laughed. “You think that little bitch wants you? She’s mine. Now get your ass here Y/N before i get fucking angry.” 

Daryl was heaving now Carol rushed forwards and grabbed his arms as he went to lunge forward. You forced your body forward in between them both tears freely running down your face now. “It’s okay, Daryl I’m okay. I’m not worth it” You winced when you felt Spencer's hands dig into your already bruised hips again. Daryl saw this “Ya gotta be kiddin me Y/N Ya worth 10 o’ him'' His eyes searched yours again desperate. “Please Daryl don’t make this any worse” “You heard her white trash” Spencer then pulled you from the room back down the infirmary steps, Daryl watched as he pulled her down the street and threw her back through the front door” 

Anger boiling through his veins he took off in the other direction, grabbed his bike and took off out of the gate and into the night. 

A week had passed since that night, It had taken a week to recover from the beating he gave you. You knew the rules No talking to either of them now. You were to go to work and come home, No more out of hours calls. You watched when Daryl finally rode back into town. Covered in walker blood his face still contorted in anger when he rushed back into the house. You saw the light come on in the basement and watched as he smashed up what few belongings he had before settling onto his bed. This had become your favourite pass time you loved that you could see straight into his room and the garage when he was in there. Spencer had already noted they could see into this house and had kept the curtains drawn on all rooms at all times. 

When you finally did go back to work Spencer walked you to and from the infirmary for the first week until he started to relax again. You liked it better when he relaxed, He could be sweet and loving towards you and you did everything you could to prolong it to avoid his rages again. 

On the tuesday you now knew was your birthday, You went to work with a half smile on your face. Denise pointed over to a desk “That was dropped off for you earlier” You walked over and found a slightly dirty Pin. Flipping it over you saw it was a beautiful painted sunflower. Beaming you turned back to denise “Who was it?” “Ahh sworn to secrecy! Sorry Y/N” You playfully growled at her “ooh terrified! I’m more scared of them, than I am of you Y/N Sorry still not telling!” You laughed and decided to let it go and just enjoy your beautiful thoughtful gift. 

Since Spencer had relaxed he had let you walk to work and back alone on the second day of this you heard him. “Y/N wait up!” Shit not now! What if he’s watching. You darted your eyes around and picked up the pace towards home. Running to catch up with you, Daryl ran in front of you and made you stop. 

“Please not now Daryl, If he sees...I’m not allowed….I’m not allowed to be near you” You stuttered. You gazed up at him pleading. His eyes went hard. “No! NO! I aint allowing it! Ya not going back to him Y/N I aint allowing him to hurt ya again!” You started shaking at his raised voice. Daryl noticed this and looked to be struggling with himself before finally lunging towards you and taking your head in his hands making your eyes stay on his. There it was again he was the sun and you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. 

“I love ya Y/N, I fuckin love ya! I can’t watch him not treat you like how you deserve! I’ll take care of you please, please let me i'll protect you with everythin i have!” His eyes looked wild and desperate. You couldn’t stop yourself, you pushed your lips forward meeting his hurriedly matching his desperation. The world could have ended again right then. You wouldn’t have cared one bit as he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him feeling safe at last. 

Your hands made their way to his hair no longer caring who was watching and pulled him closer to you. He pulled away reluctantly. “Come on we’re getting ya stuff now. I’m not having ya there for another second '' Your brain still foggy you nodded giggling and let him pull you towards your house. Panic setting in again. Spencer should still be on guard duty the house should be empty so why were you so afraid. 

You looked back at Daryl and melted again. “Wait here, I won't be long, there's not much I need” He nodded at you taking a defensive stance and staring into the street. 

You ran up the stairs and threw the door open shutting it softly behind you and ran up the stairs grabbed your bag from under the bed and stuffing clothes in at random, Next you turned to the bathroom and grabbed your tooth brush and other bits. Smiling at yourself in the mirror not recognising the happy woman in front of you. 

It was then you saw him leaning against the doorway behind you. “That was quite a show Y/N, Well there’s only one thing for it! You ain’t goin nowhere with him with fuckin nobody but me bitch” He smirked at you and dove forward grabbing fistfuls of hair in his hands he threw your head forward smashing it into the mirror. You screamed begging him to let go as he continued to pull your head back and hit it back into the wall. You could feel the blood running down your face. Clouding your eyesight. Suddenly the hands were gone you gripped the sink fighting to stay up right. Grabbing a cloth and rubbing the blood out of your eyes you saw Spencer being dragged from the room. You followed as quick as your stumbling legs would carry you. 

You made it out onto the street to see spencer in the middle of the road and Daryl over him punching everywhere he could “I fuckin told ya, I’d Fuckin told ya i’d kill ya” He was screaming into his face. You looked around and saw a crowd had formed. Deana, Spencer’s mother was screaming for Daryl to stop. Which brought Rick and the others running. Carol ran straight for you taking your head in her hands and pulling you close. Whispering “It’s okay now Y/N. It’s okay i’ve got you” 

Rick ran straight at Daryl pulling him away from Spencer. Spencer pulled himself up and spat the blood from his mouth glaring at you now He pulled himself to his feet stumbling, eyes locked on you glaring he screamed “You little bitch” and ran at you. Rick couldn’t restrain Daryl any more as Daryl ran forward grabbing Spencer and throwing him to the ground again just before he reached you. Rick and a few others ran forward again and stood in front of you guarding you from Spencer. Daryl saw the fear in your eyes and rounded back on him. 

Crouching over Spencer on the floor Daryl yelled “Ya don’t listen do ya, Rick was trying to save ya miserable piece of shit life” He punched him again. “Me, I want to see ya as an undead asshole and I wanna be the one to do it, So keep pushing it Spencer” He pulled his crossbow from off his back and pointed it at the man on the ground, his chest heaving now. A strangled cry left your throat then.

Pushing yourself out of Carol’s arms you made your way to Daryl, You put your hand over his on the bow and pushed it down. Internally begging him to look at you. He finally did “Please Daryl it doesn’t matter, I don’t matter. I won’t have you being a murderer for me” 

Daryl’s eyes softened before turning back to spencer “Twice in a day someone else has saved ya fuckin life. Don’ even think about coming near her again. I even smell you near her or catch you looking at MY WOMAN again. ill rip ya fucking eyes out” He roared

Deanna was at her sons side now “He gets it please, Please leave so i can take my son home”

Daryl turned to you “Come on baby, We need to go home too” He dropped his crossbow back over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you to him and pressing his lips to your forehead. You instantly relaxed grinning into him and you let him guide you again over to his house and down to his basement. You looked at him sadly when he pulled his arms from around your shoulders and turned to lock the door behind you pulling the deadbolt across. 

He turned smiling at you “Come on let’s get a good look at ya” Putting his hand in yours he brought you to the bed and sat you down inspecting the gash on your head. “We needa get you to Denise to get ya patched up” You grimaced “No she will be busy with him, I can do it. You got a needle and wire?” He looked at you shocked “Um yeah somewhere here” He busied himself getting those for you. He came back to you with them and some rubbing alcohol and bandages “Ya sure ya don’t want Denise? I’d do it but i'd probably make it worse” You smiled at him again sighing “It’s okay Daryl, It’s not my first rodeo” You made your way to the mirror and calmly cleaning and stitching yourself up. 

Daryl was half fascinated and half horrified as he watched you work. You looked so calm and didn’t even flinch when you were stitching yourself. It disturbed him to know you had probably gotten used to giving yourself medical attention. He waited patiently for you to be done. When you finally made your way back to him he pulled you back into his arms breathing deeply “I ain’t ever gonna let anyone hurt ya again Y/N not ever.” 

You reluctantly pulled yourself away now looking up at him with tired eyes. “I um didn’t get a chance to get my bag. Could I borrow something? I think I need to lie down, If that’s okay? Or I could go ask Carol if she minds me going upstairs?” 

“Ya kiddin aren’t ya? I aint letting you out of my sight” Getting nervous suddenly “Unless ya don’t want to be here. I aint gonna force you to stay or anything else'' You smiled at him again “Daryl i want to be here, With you. It’s all i’ve ever wanted” He grinned relieved, turned to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. “This alright?” You pulled the shirt up to your face smelling it briefly, It was clean but still smelled distinctly like motor oil and cigarettes. Just like him. You smiled sweetly at him “It’s perfect, Thank you” 

You looked pointedly at him, He laughed awkwardly, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling above giving you your privacy. You slowly started removing your clothes wincing at points where your skin was still tender. Gratefully pulling his shirt over you and Scooping your hair out of the neck. 

“I don’t suppose the infamous Daryl Dixon owns a comb or brush does he?” You said amused. He jumped up again grabbing a brush from another drawer and bringing it over to you. His eyes assessed you “I don’t think ya going to manage to brush that out. Needs washin” 

“Oh and you're the authority on washing now?” You winked at him. You brought your hand to your hair and realised he probably had a point, Looking at him meekly this time. “Sorry I'm being such pain. Would you mind?” “Course not Darlin” He led you to the bathroom just off his room. He grabbed a towel and some shampoo from the cupboard and handed them to you, He turned the shower on “Give it a sec, Generator needs ta kick in” 

You shooed him out of the bathroom, Unwillingly pulling his shirt back off you and stepped under the shower. You couldn’t help but cry out the pain in your head was back, You ran your hand through your hair and felt a sharp pain in your palm. Reaching back you pulled out a piece of mirror that had embedded itself in your scalp, dropped it and let your head back into the water again, Whimpering again as you did. 

Daryl came crashing back into the bathroom “Y/N You okay?” “I'm okay” You stuttered. Not convinced he lingered in the doorway a moment more before leaving. 

The pain had started to recede and you enjoyed the water cascading over you. Once you had managed to wash the blood from your face and hair you turned the water off and stood naked in front of the mirror assessing the general damage to your body. This isn’t something you usually liked to do but it was time for the denial to be lifted and face facts. 

Daryl heard the water shut off and when you hadn’t reappeared after a few minutes he went to check on you again and thats where he found you on the floor sobbing holding your chest. He rushed down to you and scooped you into his arms still naked and shaking from the cold. 

“It’s okay Y/N I got ya now, I got ya always” He carried you to the bed pulling the towel with you and wrapping it around you. He lay you down on the bed stepping back. He finally saw the marks he had been searching for on you for weeks and he wished he hadn’t. They were everywhere old and new mixed together indistinguishable from each other. 

He dropped to his knees at the side of the bed burying his head into the mattress at the side of you. “Y/N please tell me what to do, Ya want him dead. I’ll do it, Ya wanna leave, I’ll take ya. Ya want to be alone, Ya can have my home. Please tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll get it Ya.” 

You looked at him sleepily “I just want to sleep” He looked at you standing and pulled the covers over you. “Okay, Ya need me shout and i'll be upstairs” You looked at him and panicked “No please don’t leave me” He ran his hand through his hand and was suddenly nervous again. 

“Ok, Y/N move over” He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you toward him, You nuzzled into his shoulder. “Thank you” You murmured groggily and fell into a deep sleep instantly feeling safe.

Daryl lay by her side all night. Watching over her as she slept. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins from the day's events, He looked over at you worried as you started mumbling and thrashing in your sleep. He tried to calm you by pulling you closer to him and whispering “It’s ok Y/N Your safe now.” Her mumbilings became more frantic “noo, Pleasee stop” Daryl’s heart felt like it was breaking as he held you. 

Suddenly you jolted upright sitting up with the ghost of a scream on your lips. You jumped up and dove across the room panicking, Collapsing into the corner hyperventilating. He was on you in seconds pulling you close again. Telling you it was going to be okay. It took you a minute to realise you really were safe and you relaxed into his arms allowing him to carry you back to the bed. 

You stayed by Daryl’s side for the next few days, They had been amazing, Everything was starting to feel like it was before Spencer; Spencer had been staying with Deanna while he recovered from the beating Daryl gave him which gave you a chance to clear everything of yours out of there. You were offered the house but with the memories you had there you couldn’t stay and besides you were much happier in that little basement room with Daryl than you had been in that huge house with him. 

Rick had agreed with Deanna that Spencer was to stay in her home and be monitored for as long as it took to see he had learnt his lesson and would stay away from you. The alternative being that Rick would let Daryl do what he wanted to him or he would be banished from the town. Depending on the severity of his possible future actions. 

Daryl hadn’t said a word to you about that day since, You can understand him not mentioning Spencer or those events but he hadn’t brought up the kiss or made any form of move since. You had come to think that he hadn’t meant it and that was just him trying to get through to you.

You really wanted to hate him for it, For making you believe someone as amazing as him could possibly care about you but Maybe Spencer was right, Maybe he was the only one who could ever love you. The thought was painful but just as you had decided to face facts about what he had done to you, You also needed to face facts about yourself and your limitations. 

It was only when you were both alone in bed that he ever slightly lowered his walls, When he would open his arms to you in bed and you would both snuggle while you slept. You would always wake alone with Daryl either working in the garage or out running jobs for Rick. 

One morning you woke up alone as always and found Daryl in the kitchen waiting for you, Trying to keep the grin from your face “Good morning!” You said brightly. He looked at you exhausted. “Mornin Y/N, I have to go on a run may be a day or two, You gonna be okay?” 

“Oh, Yeah sure. Do you need me to find somewhere else to stay while you're gone?” The happiness at seeing him already dissipating. “Course not, Me and Carol want ya here. Ya welcome for as long as ya want.” He then muttered “I don’t ever want ya to leave” under his breath. 

“Thank you Daryl, You don’t know how much this means to me, so…? when are you leaving?” 

“Uhm, Now actually. Just wanted to wait for ya to get up to let ya know, Anythin ya want me to keep an eye out for?” “No Daryl it’s ok. I couldn’t live with myself if anyone got hurt looking for something I wanted. The only thing I need is for you to come back to me, Unhurt…. Promise?” He smiled briefly at her taking her hand in his. “I promise Y/N. I promised to protect ya, It’ll take more than a few walkers to stop me keepin tha promise” 

Cuddling up in bed that night you knew it would be difficult to get any sleep, It always was when he left even before when you were with Spencer. You could never quite get a decent night's sleep until Daryl was home safe. You snuggled up to this pillow on his side of the bed breathing in his scent imagining his arms were wrapped around you safe. 

Half way through the next day he returned. Daryl and the group came flooding through the doors of the infirmary carrying an unfamiliar woman between them, She was passed out with blood covering her clothes. Wishing you had a moment to greet him, You and Denise flew into action looking over the woman and cleaning any wounds you could find. Once you were done and determined that she hadn’t been bitten and had no life threatening wounds, You stepped back “Is it ok if i leave you to finish?” You asked denise. She looked to you and then to Daryl pacing at the other end “Yeah” She nodded. “Can you fill those guys in?” You nodded back at her and walked over to them. 

“Hey, She’s ok. No severe injuries Just a bit dehydrated and probably hungry. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up.” A few relieved mutters were shared around the group before they departed for home to see their loved ones. You ran into Daryl’s arms and then held him in front of you checking over him for any cuts or marks that may need to be seen to. “m’ok , Really Y/N I’m ok jus’ tired. Can we go home? I needa talk to you” He looked at you desperately.

You nod your head taking his hand and following him towards your house. 

As you were walking you could feel his fingers nervously gripping your hand. He stopped suddenly and stepped in front of you. Reaching his hand to your jumper brushing his fingers over your sunflower, You looked at him with sudden realisation. “It was you?” 

“I heard ya with Carol that day, I couldn’t let your birthday go by and not get ya anything” He blushed looking away from you. 

You reached up and caressed his face gently pulling his face to face you again. “Thank you Daryl. That was incredibly sweet.” You pushed yourself up towards him pressing your lips to his softly, He moaned and tangling his fingers into your hair pulling you closer.” Just like last time it was over far too quickly, He started pacing in front of you. 

“No.no.no” he muttered “I can’t do this, It will take me weeks to forget again” He started pacing faster, his hands ripping at his hair. 

“Daryl stop!” You grabbed his hands pulling them out of his hair. “Please look at me! Why can’t you do this?! You told me you loved me for fuck sake and then act like it never happened! Tell me why!!” You were almost screaming, battling with your tears. How could he turn a moment so perfect into such a mess! 

“I’m 24 years older than ya, Did ya know that Y/N? I’m a filthy good for nuthin OLD redneck, I aint go no right to be with someone like ya! No matter what i want!!” He stopped pacing and looked straight at you again.

“I don’t care about your age! Why would that matter? What about what I want Daryl? You told me that night if i wanted anything you would get it for me, Well i’ve decided. I WANT YOU! It’s always been you!” Your tears are flowing freely now. The nosey neighbours of Alexandria started to gather at the noise, Trying to tune them out and you turned back to Daryl. “WELL? Don’t go all broody Dixon on me now!” 

He looked torn between pain and anger at the scene you two were now creating. Still not speaking to you. 

“You know what, Fuck you Dixon” You put your hands up to the sunflower pin he had got for you, You pulled it off and threw it at his head. He caught it easily, finally breaking his silence. “Ya got any idea what i went through to get this for ya!” He charged back at you, stopping inches from you.

“Ya should care, I’m no good Y/N, I don’t deserve ya” He gazed into your eyes those brilliant blue eyes misting over. “That ain't your decision or your place to tell me what i deserve. It’s mine” You glared at each other for a moment before he couldn’t take it any longer he gripped your face again slamming his lips to yours now, His tongue urgently pressing against your lips begging for entrance. You opened your lips moaning as his tongue touched yours and took charge of it, Kissing you furiously. You moaned into his mouth feeling your eyes rolling back in your head. 

You had never had anyone kiss you like this before, Everything else melted away all of your anger, pain and fear. All that was left was him, Glorious, Gorgeous all consuming Daryl fucking Dixon. 

You heard Carol chuckle behind you “Hey guys, You might wanna think about getting a room. You’ve got quite an audience here” Daryl smiled into your lips as he pulled away. He turned to Carol “Ya know what i think we will” Quick as a flash he had bent down and grabbed you behind your knees throwing you over his shoulder and running with you back to your home and down into your favourite place. When he had locked the door he turned to the bed with you still over his shoulder and put you down gently on the bed. 

“Did ya mean it Y/N? Ya really want me?” He looked down at you searching your eyes for an answer. “I have never wanted anything more in my life, I want you. I want all of you and i want it right now Daryl” You replied feeling the hunger from him burning you. 

Still standing over you, His eyes growing dark. “Lie down” He growled.. 

Grinning you kicked off your shoes and pushed yourself up the bed laying your head on the pillow. He followed you shadowing your body with his pressing himself to you before leaning close to your face lips barely brushing yours. 

“Tell me what else ya want Y/N…..Exactly what you want” 

You looked at him nervously for a second seeing the lust in his eyes matching yours you decided to just go for it. 

“I want your hands….Everywhere” As you spoke you felt his hands grab your hips moving slowly to your stomach then up and under your top. Frustratingly slowly, Your breath hitched as he finally pushed his hands to your breasts gripping them roughly. 

He pulled his hands away and back down to the bottom of your shirt grabbing it and pulling it upwards you raised your arms and let him remove it fully. He reached back down to you, His hands quickly unclasping your bra and throwing it harshly at the wall. His hands were back to your chest, Rolling your nipples with his thumbs. 

You moaned arching your back pushing your chest into his hands. He hit his hips into yours grinding on your core. “Oh shit Darylll” You moaned feeling how hard he was for you. 

He moved his mouth to your chest feverishly kissing your breasts and nibbled on your nipple making you squirm. Daryl then kissed a line down your stomach to your hips stopping to bite each one gently. 

Every touch was heaven, Every time he dragged his tongue over your soft skin it was like a thousand shocks spreading across your skin. He was undoing the zip on your jeans now, You lifted your hips to help him pull them off you. He settled between your legs pushing them wider open and running his finger over the material of your gratefully black lace underwear. 

Daryl looked up at you. Lifting and turning you slightly to look at the back “Holy Shit ya need to wear these all the time!” Still without removing your panties he pressed his lips to your sensitive nub while his fingers scooped the lace out of his way. His fingers then moved to your opening feeling how dripping wet you had gotten for him. 

“Shit Y/N that cuz of me?” He moaned as he pressed his lips back to your clit starting slowly circling his tongue around it and sucking gently. “Oh godd” You had never even get close to going down on you before, It was everything and more. You had to fight yourself from coming undone too soon, You wanted to savour every delicious second of this.

He plunged two fingers into you eliciting an even louder moan from you “Oh goddd Daryl! Please don’t stop, Don’t ever fucking stop.” You moaned between breaths. His mouth and fingers started moving quicker as he could feel your walls tightening on him and your breaths growing shorter, Panting for him. You couldn’t take any more and erupted feeling the wildfire of sensations running across your skin, Screaming his name. He slowed his fingers allowing you to ride your orgasm out onto him. When you slowed he put his lips further down on you licking every drop that gushed out of you. You entwined your fingers into his hair gently pulling him up towards you. 

“You taste so sweet baby, I could do that all day” Your eyes grew hard as you felt your core growing hot again and the wetness returned at his words.

He leant down and gave you another kiss, You put your hands to his chest and pushed him onto his back on the bed. 

“Your turn baby, I've been dreaming of getting my lips around you” You purred. “But first i need to see you, The man i’ve been dreaming of all this time” Moving your hands to his buttons he nodded at you briefly watching you crawl over him almost naked. 

You quickly pulled his shirt off of him, Roaming your hands all over his tight muscled chest and down over his thick arms. Biting your bottom lip trying to memorise every single inch. 

“If ya don’t stop biting that lip woman i ain't gonna give you a chance for those dreams to happen” He winked at you eyes blazing. You quickly dropped your hands to his jeans, Ripping his jeans and boxers down together and throwing them without a thought. You knelt between his legs licking your lips as you saw the size of him. He must’ve  been at least 9 inches long. Your eyes went wide with need as you wrapped your hands around it you brought your mouth to his tip slowly licking the dew from the eye. Moving your hands you licked him from base to tip and swirled your tongue around the tip. 

“Fuck Y/N Get that cock in your mouth now” He demanded. You didn’t need telling twice! You lowered your lips over him, Sheathing your teeth and pushing most of him in your mouth moaning as you felt his huge length hit the back of your throat.

“Y/N no gag reflex? Oh god how did i get so lucky” He groaned putting his hands into your hair and pushing your head back down. You choked as your mouth hit his base, your eyes watering, You hummed to vibrate your throat on his length before pulling up again. It was your turn to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head “Fuck Y/N fuckkkk Your mouth’s incredbile” You could feel your pressure building as you watched him fall apart under your lips. You bobbed your head faster and faster over him. 

“Oh shit, Stop Y/N I’m gonna cum ” He moaned looking down at you seeing you had no intention of stopping. He started thrusting into your mouth meeting your lips in perfect time. It wasn’t long before he exploded down your throat holding your head down to his hilt while he emptied his load straight into your stomach. When he released your head you pulled off slowly then licked his full length clean swallowing every drop. 

He watched you in wonder “Come here Y/N” You crawled back up him straddling his hips staring down at him sweetly. “Ya soooo fucking good at that” You brought your lips to his hungrily biting his bottom lip and started to grind your core onto him. You both moaned into each other's mouths enjoying the friction. You could already feel him below you growing harder again by the second. 

“I need to feel you baby” You moaned into his lips. Daryl pushed himself upright and pulled you with him as he sat up against the bed head. Daryl put his hands under your hips lifting you up and positioning you over his cock, Swiftly moving your panties to the side he started to lower you on to him. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders holding your weight as you tried to fit more of him into you. 

“Yesssss, So tight Y/N”. He groaned trying to push further. His eyes locked yours and saw you were struggling; he held you in place for a moment. “Ya ok?” 

“I’m good, You're just so big.The biggest i ever…. It hurts a little” Softening his gaze He kissed you softly. “Let me help ya with that. He brought his mouth to your nipple swirling and nipping here and there while his hand snaked its way to your clit again following the same circle as his mouth, You could feel yourself getting wetter and able to take more of him in. You cautiously tested it out moving your hips slowly up and down until he had filled you fully. You thought he had felt good before it was nothing on this. Pure unadulterated ecstasy. You started moving faster, becoming more confident with the lack of pain. 

Soon you were bouncing wildly onto his length screaming his name as he quickly brought you to another earth shattering orgasm. He brought your mouth to his kissing you swiftly “Shh baby ya know how thin these walls are. Carol & everyone on the street will be listening to ya!” 

“Mmphh, I don’t fucking care let them hear how good my man is fucking me” You rode your high out enjoying every second when you slowed again Daryl lifted you again standing up with you still skewered on him, Carrying you over to the wall beside the door he slammed you into it. Bucking his hips into yours furiously. 

“Y/N I’ve been waiting all ma daym life for a girl like you” He pushed his lips back to yours again. You melted into his lips his words dampening you for the third time, You hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to turn you on so much, To make you want them with every fibre of your being. 

Daryl started panting faster now sweat dripping off of his glistening muscles, You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he jackhammered into you harder and harder each time. 

“Ahhhh” You screamed “That’s it baby….Right there....Your cock is filling me so fucking good. Cum in me Daryl i need it” 

“Oh fuck Y/N Ya so fucking tight, Ya fuckin incredible, I’m gonna cum for you Y/N” 

You both hit your highs at the same time, You screaming his name into the air, eyes rolling backwards and him sinking his teeth into your shoulder exploding deep into you. You collapsed into his chest seeing stars as you felt him pulsing inside you, Your tight pussy milking him of every drop. 

Panting Daryl carried you back to the bed laying you down gently and collapsing with you, He leant forward and pressed sweet loving kisses on your lips. 

You curled into his chest exhausted, Looking up at him with pure love in your eyes. 

“By the way, What you said that day….” He looked at you puzzled brain still cloudy coming down from his climax. He murmured into your hair. “What baby?”

“Well...I love you too. I always have” Daryl smiled into your hair. He chuckled “Well what a relief, How could i have ever known otherwise”

You jabbed him in the ribs gently “Hey, Not fair!” He pulled your face up to his and stared lovingly into your eyes. 

“Ya know i love ya Y/N” His eyes grew serious. “I’d do anything for ya, I’d die for ya even” 

Your lips met his in a sweet kiss. You couldn’t believe he was finally yours, Allll yours. 

You snuggled into his chest feeling him tighten his arms around you and fell into a relaxed deep sleep. 

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