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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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I WOULDN'T SAY REPLACING people are just too cruel with their stsg content </3 (but who am i kidding i LIVE for it) I STARTED READING THE MANGA WITH A FRIEND A WHILE BACK BUT I HAD TO DROP IT AROUND CULLING GAMES BECAUSE OF SCHOOL (i should pick it back up again actually......) i blame school but i also blame that one scene that ruined my entire life (nanami) and seeing that executed??? TSUDA KENJIRO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!!! (i wouldn't call myself a nanami simp per se... but i definitely see the appeal and omg just him as a character is so <33333 to me)

JJK 0 I WAS LOSING MY MIND AND OMG YOU GOT TO SEE IT IN THEATERS HOW WAS SEEING THE BLACK FLASHES OMGGGG i want to rewatch jjk 0 now omg (I KEEP SAYING THAT BUT I DON'T REMEMBER TO ACTUALLY DO IT TIL MUCH LATER </33333) and omg :0 another movie i can't speak on manga because idk what happens plot wise after the first quarter-ish of culling games but another movie would be so fun!! i would so love to see it in theaters then too (IN JJK 0 WHEN "at least curse me a little at the end" AND SATORU SPECULATION OF WHAT HE COULD HAVE SAID OMGGGGGGGG the fanart that was pumped out then omg REAWAKENING THE DEMONSSSSSS)

AND INUMAKI!!!! his lack of screentime is criminal i have to say </3 but i think his 'don't move' is doing wonders for his popularity BUT HE IS SO SO CUTE (but idk if this needs to be said but he's not the all day all night type of character for me,, like he's cool and he's very adorable and i love his character and that's it SLKDFJSDLFK AND HIS CT IS LOWKEY VERY TRAGIC,,,,, jjk is another one of those animanga where it's like impossible to have one singular fav now that i'm thinking more on it)

AND ORV!!! joonghyuk definitely gives mother vibes i see it i see it (and kim dokja living on instant ramen (IT HAS TO BE SHIN I THINK HAHAHAHAH) and dread (TM) is sooooooo accurate i think it's not even funny)

i'm also not a fan of horror (<- also scaredy cat) so dw no horror recs from me!! to start it off simply, i would have to say eleceed for some good wholesome (kinda) action and hmmmm return of the blossoming blade (BRO IT'S SO FUNNY AND GOOD I CANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH) and and and either operation: true love (i read it for the plot and the plot is eunhyeok and dohwa!!!!!!!) or not your typical reincarnation story (i actually really like this one, it really lives up to his title too!!)

also i think i saw that orv is getting live(?) adaptation???? which like.... hm....... idk how to feel about that tbh an anime would go so hard and might be much better,, though i hope they use korean va's and not japanese like they did with solo leveling (BUT SOLO LEVELING WAS ALSO GOOD WITH JP DUB PLEASE DON'T GET ME WRONG PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN IT)

and i'm sending you chill and comfy vibes .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ AND THANK YOU FOR THE APPLE JUICE I LOVE APPLE JUICE!!! let me split the juice with you :3 🧃 (sorry for the insanely long ask alsdkfal)

HI HI KOI !!!!!! NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG ASKS I LOVE THEM SM 🥺🥺🥺

THE CULLING GAME ARC IS MY PERSONAL FAVORITE <33333 hot take but i’ll die on that hill. the fights r SO good . and the characters!!!!!! gosh…. AND PLEASEEEEE NOT THE NANAMI TRAUMA 😭😭😭 that scene had me feeling such genuine dread when i first read it lmao …. THEY DID IT SOO MUCH JUSTICE IN THE ANIME TOO . tsudaken our angel on earth ….

THE JJK 0 BLACK FLASHES ARE SOOOOO FUCKING HYPE I CRIED . yuuta’s love beam REALLY got to me though :((((((( ANDDD OFC THE SATOSUGU SCENE . idk what your thoughts are koi but i can and Will die on the hill that he said ily <33 those r my gay boyfriends . i know them personally. no but kaiji tang revealing that it was three words in the english script wrecked me entirely like What Else Could It Be …………

INUMAKI RLLY IS SUCH A CUTIE … i can’t lie to you koi i don’t care for him much myself but i totally see why people do . just goes to show how far you can get with a good design and power!!!! he’s also such an annoying little sweetheart….. pulling pranks while also being so considerate 🥺🥺 he’s a cutie.

AHH I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THE MOTHER VIBES R THERE !!!!! he just gives me like…. strong, nurturing vibes . and kim dokja gives me the opposite. LMAO. i have a feeling i’ll end up loving him the most though… it’s hard 2 tell….

THANK YOU FOR THE RECS <3333 adding them all to my tbr !!!! i’m pretty sure i checked out operation: true love at some point? but i. don’t remember anything about it 😭 romance webtoons always get me tho …. i remember back when i was horrifically obsessed with i love yoo……. it really wasn’t good for my fragile heart….

AHHHHH A LIVE ACTION ????? :000 THAT’S SO FUN….. but yeahhh they’re very hit or miss aren’t they. I ACTUALLY HAVEN’T WATCHED SOLO LEVELING YET ….. but i’ve heard good things abt the main guy’s vas :33

I’M SENDING YOU SOOO MANY COZY VIBES and drinking gratefully from our aply juice :3333 i hope you’re having a lovely day/night koi!!!! pls remember to rest and eat tasty food and drink water <333

#i love chatting w u hehe #so pls don’t worry abt the lenght of your asks!!!#i hope your hsr grind is going well btw 😭 I BELIEVE IN YOU …….#i should really start grinding seriously too i am. a total beginner #none of my characters r past lvl 50 #….. my team is technically complete but i doooo kinda wanna swap out himiko w someone else :’3 #so i’m waiting for a character to catch my attention hehe #ask tag ✩#koi !! ✩

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firstdivision · 3 years

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— wakasa x fem reader (afab)

— college au, sexting, male and female masturbation

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minors dni. past wakasa is so so so hot i feel unwell my vision is blurring help.

[11:14 pm] you: shin

[11:14 pm] you: whos the white haired guy on your story

[11:15 pm] you: shinnnnn

[11:15 pm] you: i need to get railed by hi m

you closed out of your texts to replay his story and catch another glimpse of the man deadpanning while a tipsy shinichiro pressed a kiss to his cheek for the camera. your eyes roamed over every inch of his exposed neck above his barely-buttoned shirt and tried to decipher the design of a long swirling tattoo continuing down beyond the limited confines of your phone. with a ghost of a smile on your face, you expected shinichiro to return with an exasperated reply at your antics on a friday night when - if he recalled correctly - it was you who declined the invite to entertain a date with a pizza. so any bouts of pent up horniness on your end were completely self-induced because you could have been getting railed by the white haired dreamboat but chose not to. regardless, no harm in riling shinichiro up when he really made himself far too easy of a target to tease. you were going to bug him to introduce you to the angel on earth no matter his reply, but when your phone buzzed, it was not from the man you were expecting a response from but instead from an unsaved contact.

[11:39 pm] unknown number: hi this is wakasa

[11:39 pm] unknown number: the guy you wanted to get railed by

your free hand flew to your mouth and your breath stopped. really funny, shin. really, really funny. what a great prank. you'd have to give him hell for this on monday morning. but why couldn't your heart stop pounding so fast? and god, why were your hands trembling so much?

your knuckles clutching your phone turned white and you hastily returned to your conversation with shinichiro and double, no triple checked that you sent the messages to your friend. then it clicked. shin, that fucking asshole. nails scratching the surface of your phone, you typed out a haphazard attempt at damage control to save face in front of the new object of your affections.

[11:42 pm] you: Hi Wakasa! Please ignore that, I did not mean it.

then swiping out of the new conversation, you returned to the pinned contact in your phone and decided to begin the surface level descent into making shinichiro's life hell for this stunt he pulled. but halfway through giving him a piece of your mind, you decided to deal with this later before your chances of getting with his friend were completely ruined. it would look worse on your part if you wasted time chewing out shinichiro then sent the pouting emoji thirty minutes later and asked him if he would pretty please still fuck you, you thought dryly to yourself.

[11:42 pm] you: shinichiro sano you are absolutely dead to me do not expect me to ever look at you or speak to you again i am blocking your number until you provide me with an explanation and an acceptable apology.

[11:42 pm] you stopped sharing location with shin

you tilted your head back and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of any way to turn this situation around. you lamented the loss because surely a man who looked like that knew he was fine and would have an arrogant personality to match. well, it was alright. really. there were plenty of other fish in the sea. but none with the most beautiful sharp eyes that made you want to misbehave just to see how coldly he would look at you, catch his eye in the mirror while he bent you ov-

[11:43 pm] wakasa: huh

[11:43 pm] wakasa: is that so

you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts, extremely mortified at the now properly identified wakasa calling you out like this. though you knew he couldn't read your mind, you still tried to calm yourself down and briefly considered muting him if his only intent was to mock you. this had all happened far too fast for you to collect any semblance of rationality. you locked your phone and tossed it to the side, closing your eyes, taking deep breaths, and counting to one hundred. but when the familiar note chimed, you shot up in bed and scanned the words.

[11:48 pm] wakasa: thats a shame

[11:48 pm] wakasa: its not every day i get pretty girls texting me how much they want me

oh. oh. so this was how he wanted to play it. you never even considered the unimaginable outcome of him not being completely put off by your unfiltered thoughts, but maybe actually wanting to pursue something further? were you reading that right?

you allowed a slight smile to creep over your face. this was fine, this was safe. the two of you could exchange flirty texts and then laugh it off if you ever saw him around. but there went any possibility of making the perfect smooth entrance in his life, maybe lightly bumping into him and ending up with his strong veiny arms around your waist. or catching his eye across the room and flashing him a coy smi- you shook your head and pulled yourself out of your daydreams. no use in dwelling on it. you returned with what he would hopefully interpret as a teasing lilt to your voice:

[11:53 pm] you: what's so pretty about these text bubbles hmm

feeling satisfied with yourself, barely half a moment passed before he sent his reply. your stomach jolted at the realization that this was now a conversation happening in real time. he was looking at his phone at the same time you were looking at yours, there was no longer a safety window of minutes between messages to process his words. worst of all, any forced gap would be construed as lack of interest or intentional aloofness. and you really were not that kind of person, so you kept the screen open and waited for him to finish typing.

[11:53 pm] wakasa: you're funny doll

[11:55 pm] wakasa: may 29

[11:55 pm] wakasa: baby pink dress and vivienne westwood pearl necklace

[11:55 pm] wakasa: wanted to tear that dress off you so bad but shin said his best friend was off limits

[11:57 pm] wakasa: i owe you thanks for that night. maybe a few more too

your eyes widened. you were speechless and thanked the universe again and again for the way he wouldn't be able to see your face blushed red right now. you remembered that party but not him. you had spent most of the night with yuzuha, who had returned from a study abroad program and hooking up with shin's friends was not on the top of your agenda. but truly, what a shame the way the situations were now reversed. you bit your lip to restrain the smile threatening to take over your face. you tried to calm your heart down and remind yourself that he was a real person. who was friends with your friends and who you could very feasibly run into in the middle of the day while doing groceries or getting gas. did you really want to continue this game? the hesitant part of your mind forced you to sit quietly listening to the hum of the ac and your soft breaths for a few moments before the want and dare overtook you and you typed back your reply.

[12:01 am] you: oh?

[12:01 am] you: guess we have some catching up to do then

[12:02 am] you: :p

[12:02 am] wakasa: that we do

[12:02 am] wakasa: luckily i'm alone in my room now and you have my full attention

[12:03 am] wakasa: what are you wearing rn doll

[12:03 am] wakasa: maybe a picture if you’re feeling so inclined

oh? well when he asked so nicely, who were you to deny?

you tapped the camera icon and leaned back on your bed as the dainty gold chain around your neck pooled over your exposed clavicle. you weren't wearing anything under the small sleep shirt and the friction rubbing against your nipples made that clear. the summer heat led you to unbutton most of the buttons, allowing the small diamond stud on your navel to peek through. hair splayed across your pillows, you positioned the camera at an angle to capture the swell of your breasts in the same shot as your wide eyes framed by long lashes and slightly pushed out bottom lip.

[12:04 am] you: [attachment] 1 image

[12:04 am] you: no panty shots till the third date sorry

when the image loaded on wakasa's phone, his lips parted and his breaths became all the more shallow. he dragged his eyes over every inch of your body on his screen, gaze darting everywhere in his need to sear your face into his memory. he hadn't expected you to send a picture, he was mostly seeing how far you wanted to go with him and test the waters of your comfort, but this was awful for his resolve. your pink lips begging to be bitten and sucked on, your exposed neck looking far too pure for what you had confessed about wanting from him earlier.

he had almost felt dizzy when shinichiro displayed your messages to him and gave him your number, accompanied by a number of stern threats. more than the fear of his friend possibly landing one or two weak punches on him, he understood what you meant to shinichiro and wanted to respect that. not for the first time that night, he wished you had shown up, maybe in another cute dress. he wondered if you would have styled your hair differently, maybe even gotten your nails done. but for now, he would have to make do with this image that you took only for him to see, and that gave him the confidence to speak truthfully albeit a bit vulgarly.

[12:05 am] wakasa: fcuk

[12:05 am] wakasa: i’ve never wanted anythhng in my life as much as i want you right now.

[12:05 am] wakasa: mine

[12:05 am] wakasa: all mine

[12:05 am] wakasa: i’m gonna bruise that pretty neck princess

[12:06 am] wakasa: leave marks fo r ever yone to see youre mine

heat rushed to your cheeks and your hand succumbed to making the descent into your panties. you began slowly drawing shapes over your clit as you imagined wakasa leaning over you and making his promises come true. you let out a quiet whine at the idea of him leaving lovebites all over your neck and collarbones. you wanted to be manhandled by him in a dirty way, you thought as you curled your fingers and rubbed a little faster. a little harder.

[12:06 am] you: hm

[12:06 am] you: i think i would like that

[12:08 am] you: i wonder

[12:08 am] you: what your hands would feel like

[12:09 am] you: under my shirt

[12:09 am] you: maybe other olaces too

[12:09 am] wakasa: between your legs?

silently grateful to let him take the lead and propose the ideas at the forefront of your mind but still felt shy to initiate, you rolled your hips into your hand, starving for his touch and needy for his praise.

[12:11 am] wakasa: would you want that doll?

[12:11 am] wakasa: my fingers

[12:11 am] wakasa: or my cock

[12:14 am] wakasa: cat got your tongue princess?

the want was overtaking your ability to form coherent words, your phone barely hanging in your grasp but presently the most important thing to you right now. you shuddered and clenched around the fingers you had shoved inside yourself to give yourself some semblance of pleasure as you imagined wakasa filling you up, the decalcomania as a result of his fingers tightly gripping your waist. you dragged them out with your eyes closed, the image of him pounding into you with a cocky smile branded into your mind. you gasped the name of the man not around to hear it and replied truthfully, wanting - no - needing him to know what he was doing to you.

[12:15 am] you: if i told you thayim so wet that

[12:15 am] you: im pretendkng my fingers are you

[12:15 am] you: i wan t it so bad

[12:15 am] you: you to tohch me make me feel pretty

[12:15 am] you: so much that i still feel it

[12:15 am] you: in me for days

wakasa almost drove himself cross eyed reading your brazen words. he wanted it so badly, to imagine how you would react to him burying his cock inside you. wanted to hear your whimpers and soft pleas, to feel you claw his back, to wrap your legs around his neck. he sped up his own tempo with his free hand and assured you that the neediness was very much mutual.

[12:16 am] wakasa: princess

[12:16 am] wakasa: i wish you knew how badly i need you onmy lap

[12:16 am] wakasa: not gonna let you go

[12:17 am] wakasa: squirming on my dick

[12:17 am] wakasa: till you re dizzy

[12:17 am] wakasa: till you canf remember how to speak

fingers growing tighter while creating more and more friction with your poor panties left soaked, you verged on your orgasm with your body shaking. you wanted to draw it out longer, to prolong your pleasure as if waiting for his imaginary body to materialize and present you with the real deal.

[12:17 am] you: i sisj my fingers were you

[12:18 am] you: wet eniugh for you

[12:18 am] you: rn

[12:19 am] you: pleasd

[12:19 am] wakasa: use your words babydoll

fueled entirely by adrenaline, wakasa swiped right to press the call button on your contact and set it to speaker, heart thumping loudly as he listened to the phone ring on your end. he was promptly met with your whines and what sounded like his muffled name, "need you, 'kasa".

"i'm here, princess. cum for me", his voice rough from dryness and overstimulation. and then with a whimper, you let the curvature of your fingers set the tone for your final release, sending a shockwave of euphoria through your body as you let out a loud cry with tears streaming down your face.

wakasa released a hiss at the thought of you waiting for his command and his vision unfocused, mind filled only with desperate chants of i want her i want to fuck her i want her to be mine i want her to scream my name as he fulfilled his own pleasure, gasping as his body clenched and his cum left his body, leaning back with his stained hand now resting on his cock.

the two of you laid there panting on the line in a comfortable silence, the gravity of what you had just done feeling all the more real when you were able to hear the other.

"sleep well, babydoll" wakasa murmured before disconnecting the call. he stared at his last message debating whether or not to send a follow-up text. he wasn't sure what you expected from this exchange but he was certain that the next time he saw you he would not be able to keep his hands off you.

[12:29 am] you: [attachment] 1 image

[12:29 am] you: gn

a selfie of you with mascara tracks streaked down your face and lips puckered up in a kiss at the camera, hair mussed and cheeks tinted red. you looked exhausted and wakasa's breath hitched. mine. my pretty doll. she looks like this for me.

[12:30 am] wakasa: princess you are going to be the death of me

[12:30 am] wakasa loved an image

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[12:44 am] you resumed sharing your location with shin

[12:44 am] you: hey bff

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heliads · 3 years

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Patch Me Up

Thomas can’t help but set his heart on the prettiest Med-Jack in the Glade, Y/N L/N. The only problem is that Thomas is fairly sure that she’s way out of his league.

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The first time Thomas winds up in the med-jack clinic, he’s kind of embarrassed about it.

It wasn’t like he really meant to injure himself, anyway. It just so happened that he was really behind on clearing the weeds from whatever woebegotten section of the gardens the track hoes had allowed him to use, and Newt and Zart had stepped away for the time being, so Thomas got the bright idea to grab a longer blade from their casual resting place in the grass and try to lop all of the vines down before his friends saw. It was a great idea, of course, until his shins happened to be in the way.

Now Thomas is standing in the middle of his garden plot, blood leaking down into the soil, and all he can think about is the fact that he has no idea where to go from here. The vines have all been savagely cut away, which is perfect for him, but it’s too late to hide the bloodstain on the blade or the smear of red on his leg. He doesn’t really know what he expects Newt to say when he finds out, but he definitely doesn’t expect the blond boy to start laughing.

“Jeez, Greenie, you really are a klutz. First you trip while running to the Maze when you’re not even five minutes out of the Box, then you manage to stab yourself while gardening. How do you do it?” Thomas glares at his friend, who’s almost doubled over laughing now. “It’s not like it happened on purpose. Besides, I didn’t stab myself, it’s just a scratch.” Newt attempts to control himself. “Right, I’m sure about that. Not sure why you would go around slicing yourself, but I’m not about to question you. Come on, then, you’ll have to get the med-jacks to see to that.”

Thomas frowns, but follows Newt as the blond second in command starts to lead him away from the gardens and back towards the buildings of the Homestead and the center of the Glade. “The med-jacks?” Newt nods. “They’re what passes for doctors around here. They’ll fix you up with some bandages and antibiotics and you’ll be good to go, so long as you don’t stab yourself when trying to pick the tomatoes.” Newt was expecting Thomas’ attempt to hit him and dodges easily, which is unfortunate.

Eventually, Newt and Thomas enter a door into a structure that’s less a building and more just a hut. A roof is propped up on logs and twigs and whatever else the Builders could find, and Thomas can see rows of beds and tins of medical supplies lying around. It’s a mess, that’s for sure, but what isn’t in the Glade? Thomas has to hurry over to Newt, who’s already disappearing around a corner.

When Thomas catches up with Newt again, he’s surprised to see the blond boy talking to someone, a bright smile on his face. Newt, upon seeing Thomas approach, beckons for him to come over. “This is Thomas, by the way. Thomas, this is Y/N. She’s the one who patches most of us up around here.”

All of a sudden, Thomas feels like he’s been caught in the middle of a sunspot. There’s a girl in front of him now, a beautiful girl that makes Thomas wonder how on Earth he hasn’t seen her around before. He’s sure that he would remember her- even now, he’s doing his best to carefully memorize every detail of her face and hands and smile so he can cherish the memory for the days to come. She’s gorgeous, that much is certain, and she’s looking at him with so much happiness over just him that Thomas wants to grin stupidly.

However, he can’t just stand here gaping like an idiot, so he closes his mouth and manages a nod in greeting. Newt, watching with a raised eyebrow, seems to be enjoying this. “Don’t get too infatuated, Greenie. Y/N’s used to all of us and so she won’t ever go out with any of us. That’s just how it is.” Y/N laughs. “Maybe I’m just sick of the rest of you coming in here all the time to bother me.” Newt shrugs. “That too.”

They talk for a few moments, then Y/N claps her hands together, almost startling Thomas. “Right, Greenie, what’s your problem? I mean, what happened that would bring you to the med-jack hut?” Newt grins first at Thomas, then at Y/N. “I’m going to let you explain that one, greenbean. I’ll meet you back in the gardens.” With that, and a parting wave, Thomas is left alone with the closest thing to an angel he’s ever found in his life.

He doesn’t have time to sit and think about this, though. Y/N’s still regarding him expectantly, and Thomas can feel his cheeks start to heat up at the ridiculousness of his injury. Of course, the first time he meets a girl like Y/N he has to do it by the stupidest of means. Thomas gestures roughly towards his leg. “I, uh, accidentally cut myself.” Y/N raises an eyebrow. “While in the gardens?” Thomas nods. “While in the gardens.”

He half expects her to laugh at him like Newt had, but instead she shrugs and reaches for a roll of bandages and some ointment. “Not the worst injury I’ve seen, or the worst story. You should have seen the things Newt used to come in here for. I think he once twisted an ankle when he was walking too close to a tree and forgot to move out of the way.” Thomas almost snorts. “He what?” Y/N looks up at him, halfway through treating his cut. There’s a laugh dancing behind her eyes that makes Thomas’ smile widen in spite of itself.

“Yeah, he tripped over a tree. We all thought it was hilarious and wouldn’t stop teasing him about it for weeks. Ask him and he’ll deny it, of course, but it happened nonetheless.” Thomas’ cheeks almost hurt from smiling this much. “Is that why he limps all the time? He hurt himself doing something like that?” All of a sudden, Y/N’s smile slips away from her. There’s a look in her eyes that tells Thomas that something happens, something bad that she can’t seem to shake. “No, not that.”

She stands up now, pressing a roll of bandages into his hands. “Here, that should hold for a while. Change your bandages before you go to bed, you don’t need me for that. It’s a shallow cut, so you’ll be fine.” Thomas wants to curse himself. Why’d he have to bring that up and make her feel so bad? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Y/N forces a smile, which is almost as bad to see as if she’d just started glaring at him. “No, it’s fine. You should probably go back to the gardens, though. I think Newt is waiting.”

Before he knows it, Thomas is standing outside the med-jack hut, staring at the door closed right in front of him. For a moment, all he can do is just stay there and think about what just happened. Thomas thought that whatever had happened to Newt was old, an injury that happened a while ago. Judging by Y/N’s reaction, though, it’s still fresh in her mind, and now he’s gone and reminded her of it. What does he do about that?

The second time Thomas finds himself in the med-jack hut, he does his best to avoid it.

It wasn’t like this injury was all that bad. Still embarrassing, still ended up with blood on his hands, but he didn’t need to go to the med-jacks, he’d be fine. That’s what Thomas tried to tell Minho, anyway, but his friend wouldn’t listen. “If you end up getting that cut infected, it’ll be a lot worse and Y/N will kill us all. Just go, you’ll be in and out in ten seconds and it’ll be fine.” Thomas tries his best to protest and come up with excuses to stay away from the flimsy hospital room, but in the end, Minho won’t take no for an answer, practically dragging him towards the hut anyway.

It’s not like Thomas has a particular aversion to getting medical treatment, it’s just that he’s afraid to see the girl there waiting for him. Ever since that day, when he’d mistakenly brought up Newt’s injury, Thomas can’t help but feel guilty. He can’t figure out quite what it was that would make Y/N’s seemingly ever-bright eyes darken like an approaching storm, but it was definitely something he’d said. He’s not sure that Y/N will really want to talk to him, as she’d more than given that impression by shooing him out of her workplace, so he’s done his best to avoid the med-jack hut.

However, he can’t exactly tell all this to Minho, so all Thomas can do is try his best to argue his friend out of a trip to the hut. Minho refuses, of course, and Thomas finds himself waiting in the med-jack hut a few minutes later, arms crossed over his chest in annoyance. He sends up a silent prayer to whoever is listening that he’ll get Clint or Jeff, but when he hears someone say his name in a surprised voice, he recognizes it as Y/N and Y/N alone.

She walks over to them, holding a thermometer from where she’d been organizing a box of supplies recently arrived from the Box. “What’s up, you guys?” Minho jerks his thumb towards Thomas with a grimace. “This shank went and cut himself on the walls of the Maze while we were out running. He tripped and caught himself, but his shoulder bit it. It was kind of funny, actually.” Y/N playfully swats Minho while she walks by. “No making fun of injuries, Minho. We’ve talked about this. I’m the only one who gets to do that.”

Now she’s standing in front of Thomas, grimacing in sympathy at the small bloodstain over his shoulder blade. “You’ll need to clean that up pretty soon. Minho, you go ahead to the Map Room. I’ll take care of Thomas.” Minho flashes her a thumbs up, already starting to jog out of the room. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Y/N grins as she watches him go, then turns back to Thomas, who’s still standing there with apprehension rising in his chest. What is he supposed to say now? Sorry I brought up what might have been a traumatic incident in your past, I didn’t know and kind of felt loopy whenever you smiled at me? Yeah, that wouldn’t really work out too well.

As it turns out, he doesn’t have to think at all. She’s already conjuring up a fresh grin for him, an inquisitive expression on her face. “You know, usually whenever Greenies show up, they go through the same routine of showing up here with fake injuries just to see the one girl in the Glade, but seeing as Minho had to physically drag you here, I don’t think that’s the case. Bandages again?” Thomas manages to nod. “Sure, that sounds great.”

Y/N’s already spinning back across the room to grab the roll of bandages, but she holds up a finger in the air just in case. “That’s good, because I wasn’t asking. That’s a little check, just to make sure you aren’t out of your shucking mind.” Thomas snorts. “Who isn’t?” Y/N laughs as she starts to dress the wound. “Well, I was kind of wondering if you were. You’ve practically been avoiding me ever since we met.”

Thomas has to admit that this is true- in all of his fear to misspeak again, he’s been constantly passing up opportunities to talk to Y/N again. He doesn’t sit next to her at meals, he doesn’t cross the bonfire to say hello. Looking back at it now, it does look as if he’s been trying to distance himself, even if that couldn’t be further from how he felt. Thomas scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Maybe I’m still a dumb Greenie who doesn’t know how to talk to the one girl in the Glade.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “That’s a lie and you know it. Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess?” There’s a hesitancy in her question, like she’s second-guessing herself. Thomas almost rushes over himself in his haste to convince her that this isn’t her fault. “No, it’s not like that. It’s just- I know I upset you the last time we talked, and I felt bad about that. I guess I just kind of figured that you wouldn’t want to see me for a while.”

Y/N looks up at him in surprise, bandages forgotten. “What are you talking about? Thomas, that was a one time thing, I swear. It was just a hard day and a hard memory, nothing more. Shuck, you’ve been guilting yourself over this the entire time?” Thomas shrugs, a slight smile on his lips. “Well, not the whole time.” When Y/N raises an eyebrow at him, he clarifies. “Maybe a little bit more than most of the time. Okay, a lot.”

Y/N giggles, and Thomas almost wants to make a fool of himself a few more times just to hear it. “Consider this whole thing over and done. I officially forgive you for something that I forgot about an hour after the conversation.” She grins, and Thomas grins with her. “That sounds good to me.” Y/N nods, taking a step backward to consider her work. “You know what would sound good to me? If you stopped injuring yourself all the time. I mean, I go through a roll of bandages like every hour.”

Thomas scoffs. “That’s because there are more shanks in the Glade than just me, Y/N. I’m not the only one getting hurt.” Y/N points at him to further her point. “Yeah, you’d better not. In fact, simply stop being injured. Easy as that.” He can’t help but laugh, and Y/N’s eyes sparkle triumphantly at this. “You’ve got a nice laugh, Thomas.” As with anyone else, Thomas’ laugh dries up slightly when he hears this truth, like the second he’s complimented he has to hide that very thing.

He doesn’t know what to do now, where to go from here. All he can really do is stand here and watch her smiling at him. To be honest, Thomas is fairly sure that’s all he would ever want to do. He knows it’s time for him to leave and stop bothering her, but Y/N’s looking at him like she just might give him a chance, so he decides to offer her one. “I hear they’re having a bonfire later tonight. Want to go with me?” Y/N’s grin broadens. “Absolutely.”

Just like that, Thomas’ day is made.

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My Critique of Rebuild of Evangelion's Characterization: I originally wrote this post on the Evageeks forum and decided to post it here. It discusses the relationship between Misato, WILLE and the pilots and whether it is realistic and in-character. Warning this post contains spoilers and is very long. Also has references to self-harm and suicide.

With each revelation that comes out regarding the measures WILLE take against Shinji and their own pilots, it becomes more and more unrealistic for me to the point where it's almost comical. Let's go through some of them here:

They wear the explosive DSS chokers 24/7 which will kill the pilots should they risk awakening an Eva.

They are kept in a single room rigged with explosives.

In Shinji's case, he is (intended to be) put in 24/7 solitary confinement with explosives fitted as well.

Shinji is escorted around the wunder whilst restrained on a stretcher. (NOTE: The only time he isn't, is when Sakura takes him to Ritsuko).

It is confirmed in another thread that Misato gave clear permission to the crew for them to shoot Shinji on sight if they suspect he is attempting to get into an Eva.

Now let me attempt to deconstruct these measures one-by-one:

It is understandable that Asuka and Mari wear DSS chokers because after all they are pilots and there is a risk of awakening. However in Shinji's case, he is forbidden from piloting and so there is no risk of awakening (remember Ritsuko did not think NERV would come after him, so they had no reason to think he would escape). So why place the DSS choker on him? Well we have already established it is simply because they have a resentment against him; there is no special, pragmatic reason. Is this realistic? Well I would say no for reasons I will explain later but I can certainly understand why others may say it is.

I don't think I will understand why they would keep their two main "soldiers" if you will, in an explosively rigged room. I believe others have stated that from a tactical point, it's an extremely dumb move on WILLE's part. After all, if Asuka and Mari didn't have plot armor, what's to stop Gendo from tricking WILLE into killing their own pilots with these explosives? How would WILLE stop Gendo then? Will they use Shinji? No, for reasons I will state later. And another thing, we know that their rooms were already fitted with explosives so why on Earth would they add extra after the events of Q (when they stopped 4th impact). What do they hope to achieve with more bombs? Make the pilots more "deader" than they already are? In my opinion, this doesn't even come across as paranoid but just plain childish. Is this measure realistic from a story standpoint? No not in my eyes.

We know they intended to put Shinji in a solitary cell as this is what they do in Shin. If it was solitary confinement on it's own, then I believe it would be a realistic measure that would happen in real life. However I believe the writers did not factor in the effects of solitary confinement (especially one that is rigged to explode) on fully grown men; never mind a 14 year old who's just come out of a 14 year coma. Many people think solitary confinement is a walk in the park so I made another post a while ago highlighting why that's not the case:

"I remember when before Shin came out people here theorized that if Shinji stayed on the Wunder, they would eventually softened to him and let him help in ways that wouldn't have involved piloting. However with these revelations it looks like they intended to keep him in an isolated room far from everyone else that is (presumably) rigged with explosives as well as keeping the choker on his neck. Not even allowed to freely leave his cell without WILLE's permission (it is unlikely they would let him out judging from these measures).

Even though Asuka and Mari were treated like this as well, at least they had each other and were able to leave as they had responsibilities in piloting. But Shinji was forbidden from piloting and was to be kept by himself except maybe being checked up on by Sakura now and again. So judging from these leaks (we will have to wait to properly see the full context) WILLE intended to lock Shinji in solitary confinement.

I have copied and pasted some of the effects of Solitary Confinement from Wikipedia below:

“Psychiatric: Research indicates that the psychological effects of solitary confinement may encompass "anxiety, depression, anger, cognitive disturbances, perceptual distortions, obsessive thoughts, paranoia, and psychosis." The lack of human contact, and the sensory deprivation that often go with solitary confinement, can have a severe negative impact on a prisoner's mental state that may lead to certain mental illnesses such as depression, permanent or semi-permanent changes to brain physiology, an existential crisis, and death.

Self-harm: According to a March 2014 article in American Journal of Public Health, "Inmates in jails and prisons attempt to harm themselves in many ways, resulting in outcomes ranging from trivial to fatal." Self harm was seven times higher among the inmates where seven percent of the jail population was confined in isolation. Fifty-three percent of all acts of self harm took place in jail. "Self-harm" included, but was not limited to, cutting, banging heads, self-amputations of fingers or testicles. These inmates were in bare cells, and were prone to jumping off their beds head first into the floor or even biting through their veins in their wrists. A main issue within the prison system and solitary confinement is the high number of inmates who turn to self-harm. Many of the inmates look to self-harm as a way to "avoid the rigors of solitary confinement."

Physical: Solitary confinement has been reported to cause hypertension, headaches and migraines, profuse sweating, dizziness, and heart palpitations. Many inmates also experience extreme weight loss due to digestion complications and abdominal pain. Many of these symptoms are due to the intense anxiety and sensory deprivation. Inmates can also experience neck and back pain and muscle stiffness due to long periods of little to no physical activity. These symptoms often worsen with repeated visits to solitary confinement.

Social: The effects of isolation unfortunately do not stop once the inmate has been released. After release from segregated housing, psychological effects have the ability to sabotage a prisoner's potential to successfully return to the community and adjust back to ‘normal’ life. The inmates are often startled easily, and avoid crowds and public places. They seek out confined small spaces because the public areas overwhelm their sensory stimulation.”

And this is just for solitary confinement. There are so many other things going on with and happening (or could happen) to Shinji such as the things below:

Shinji being only 14 years old.

Shinji being abandoned and neglected by his father.

Shinji being coerced/emotionally blackmailed to pilot Unit 1.

Shinji seeing girls he cared for "die".

Shinji being in a coma for 14 years.

Shinji being told he has a bomb on his neck.

Being told it is because he is being punished.

Being told he cannot pilot the eva anymore (he is effectively "useless" now).

Have his former co-pilot and friend try and punch him after he thought she was dead.

[Potentially] being told he started NTI and devastated the world.

[Potentially] being told that the girl he tried to save is "gone" and that she was a clone of his mother.

Being imprisoned in a cell (presumably) surrounded by explosives and not being able to freely leave.

Be completely isolated from everyone except when being checked up by a girl who's father he got killed. (NOTE: Mari might want to see him so Shinji at least has her, maybe).

Have his mother figure (the woman who made him pilot the eva the most) threaten to detonate the choker around his neck and blow his head off when he tries to leave.

With the above list, is it any wonder his head is so messed up? I understand the purpose of these films is all about growing up and taking responsibility but expecting Shinji to willingly allow himself to be subjected to the treatment WILLE had in store for him is pure, unadulterated masochism. Much of what was is written here can safely be considered cruel, inhumane and arguably, torture.

There is a massive difference between taking responsibility for one's mistakes and just letting the whole world torture you because you did something bad. My main fear and problem with Q and Thrice is that their main theme, which is accepting responsibility, is equated with accepting unreasonably cruel treatment. And I just think that is an EXTREMELY unhealthy message to send to people especially if they are depressed or live in abusive relationships."

When you take all these into account, does it place into perspective how messed up Shinji would have been had he stayed on the wunder? This is assuming that they thought they would never have a need for him, but as we find out in Shin, they needed Shinji in the end to defeat Gendo. If Shinji never left with Mark 09 and Misato successfully kept him "protective" custody, then one of three things would have happened when WILLE actually needed him to save everyone:

A: He would not have been in the mental state to pilot Unit 1 and Gendo would have completely wrecked him due to shit synch ratios.

B: He would have told Misato and co. to fuck off and die. We've seen this nihilism before from Shinji (after the 5th angel). His incarceration alongside the humiliation and guilt from wearing the choker will have ratcheted up by a million.

C: He wouldn't have piloted because he would have killed himself. There's only so much a 14 year old can take and when subjected to a fate that causes even hardened criminals to resort to self-harm, genital mutilation and suicide, then what chance does Shinji have?

Now back to my original point, do I think this measure is realistic? I would like to say yes if it was the solitary on it's own, however when combined with the other things, then I think the chances of Shinji commiting suicide is extremely high to the point where it's not believable for him to continue as an anime protagonist. You have to make sure the protagonist goes through difficulty in order to experience growth and change, however if you make it too harsh (to the point of committing suicide) then it seems less believable that they live to continue the story. On a separate note, many people think that Shinji was immature for leaving with Mark 09 the first chance he got and that this is proof that he is, in Asuka's words, a "brat". But let's be realistic, if this story is about Shinji's growth and maturation, then how exactly would WILLE's treatment of him be conducive to that? The truth is WILLE's sheer hostility towards him would have completely stunted any emotional growth and maturation in Shinji and it would have destroyed the point of the film. Also no-one can argue that WILLE would have eventually "come round" or "softened-up" towards Shinji because even after 14 years they still don't trust their own pilots. So yeah, Shinji most likely would have been stuck in solitary with a bomb around his neck until he either killed himself or the war ended (but even this doesn't guarantee his freedom).

Regarding the stretcher business. I don't understand why you have to restrain Shinji on a stretcher when the kid has already surrendered himself and has come voluntarily. Maybe WILLE are just full of bondage fetishists; it would certainly explain the chokers as well.

If the DSS chokers and the explosive rooms weren't enough, Misato actually gave orders to the crew to shoot Shinji if they thought he was trying to pilot again. At this point, I just think this is just overkill. I mean the kid has a bomb on his neck that prevents him from awakening an Eva, you intended to keep him locked up even though he can't really leave the wunder except with outside help and now you intend to shoot him if you think he'll get into an Eva. The problem with this, is that piloting an Eva requires all the bridge-bunnies to sortie the damn thing. Shinji cannot enter Unit 1 by himself, especially since the thing is being used as an engine so why do they assume that Shinji is capable of being Sam Fisher and sneaking into Unit 1? We see that Sakura and Midori are actually willing to shoot Shinji in 3.0+1.0 and do so when he merely suggests that he pilot Unit 1. But seriously what harm would Shinji have done in Unit 1 considering the fact that Gendo was already going to start another impact anyway? Why actively try and kill (or injure in Sakura's case) the only guy that can save your ass? One cannot argue that they were just being "desperate or panicking" because in Midori's case, she actually takes the time to confirm her orders from Misato. This shows that at least, she was still of lucid mind. This particular altercation just beggars belief in my mind and the fact that Misato actually gave those orders on top of all the other measures is absolutely extraordinary. So as you can imagine, I do not think this was realistically executed.

However, I can already hear some detractors say: "So what? Misato hesitated to detonate the DSS choker and also took a bullet for Shinji. She redeemed herself from putting the DSS choker on him and the kill-order for if they thought he would try and get into an Eva."

And to those people I say….not really. There is an idiom attributed to Benjamin Franklin and it goes like this: "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." How does this apply to Misato and Shinji's relationship? Well Misato wouldn't have had to hesitate to pull the trigger if she didn't put it on him in the first place. Misato wouldn't have had to take a bullet for Shinji, if she didn't give permission for the crew to shoot him in the first place. Let's take this following dialogue for example:

916-929:

Kitakami: "It's a good thing we got Major Shikinami back. But why'd we have to take that disease along with her?"

Aoba: "Just leave it alone. Better than Nerv still being able to use him."

Tama: "If he tries to get into an Evangelion, all hands have permission to shoot on sight. There's nothing to worry about this time."

Kitakami: "Come on, that's all for show. The last time he broke out of here, the Captain couldn't put him down. I've got zero trust about this time either."

Nagara: "He was a kid. I can understand why she'd hesitate."

Kitakami: "That 'kid' caused Near Third Impact and murdered my entire family!"

Hyuga: "Near Third was a consequence of what he did, not his goal. The Captain's doing her best to atone for that too."

Takao: "That's right. She's who Kaji entrusted with Wille, and it's our job to trust the captain."

We learn a few things from this dialogue. Firstly, the older WILLE members are much more understanding to Shinji and Misato's situation: Aoba and Hyuga understand that it's better to keep an eye on Shinji and that he never meant to start NTI, Takao is one who always trusts Misato's judgement and Sumire understands that Misato would have found it difficult to kill a child, especially one that Misato was close with.

Secondly, it appears that the younger WILLE members (Midori, Sakura and Tama) are the ones that are fearful/hateful towards Shinji (NOTE: Tama is a strange case, he strikes me as the sort of kid that just follows what everyone else is feeling. He might not feel anything towards Shinji beyond what you'd expect).

Finally it appears that most of WILLE crew members are actually reasonable people and are not the extremely desperate and paranoid individuals some people on the forum believe. Remember this is AFTER Shinji started the 4th impact in Q. The fact that some of the WILLE crew members speak of Shinji in this way, show they are capable of understanding. Most actually trust Misato and respect her judgement except for Midori, who questions Misato's capabilities in following through on her threats.

Which brings me to my next point. Misato has had no hesitation in pulling rank in the past. In 2.0, she even has an altercation with Ritsuko, her best friend, right before they fight the 8th angel. Misato is a woman that will tell even her best friend to STFU, when it comes to doing what she wants. Having said that, (timeskip shenanigans aside) there's no reason why she couldn't have done the same with the younger WILLE crew members. She could have nipped all of it in the bud by telling Sakura, Midori and the rest of them that Shinji was groomed to cause NTI and it was not his fault.

Instead, despite being the captain that everyone loves and fears, she kowtowed to the crew's paranoia and had the pilots fitted with explosive chokers, put in explosively rigged solitary confinement and gave the order to kill Shinji if they feared the worst. This is the sort of thing that drives fully grown men to suicide, never mind 14 year olds that have just come out of a coma. Imagine if Shinji did commit suicide in his cell. Who would Misato and WILLE have turned to in order to defeat Gendo in the end? What if Gendo tricked WILLE into killing their own pilots with the explosives? They would be properly screwed then. If Misato actually cared, as we are led to believe from her hesitation to kill Shinji, then she would have told the rest of the WILLE crew to fuck off, instead of alienating and putting Shinji and the pilots in that much risk. Are we really expected to believe that Misato placed such extreme countermeasures on Shinji just to appease Midori and Sakura? Not likely. This is why I believe that Misato would not have put the DSS choker on Shinji in the first place, and her doing so in Q was extremely unrealistic and out of character, even with anything that happened during the timeskip.

Some of you will say: "Who cares about realism? It's a show about aliens and growing up." While this is true, Anno has proven that he is able to pull the themes off much better when you look at the NGE series. Disregarding the self-contained narrative, it is obvious that the purpose of Q was to bring Shinji to the same point he was at after episode 24 of the series. If we look at how NGE/EOE handled Shinji's depression, we see that it is quite realistic:

The neglect and coercion by the adults in his life, almost dying to angels multiple times, the sexual tension with Asuka, almost killing Touji, finding out Rei is a clone of his mother, Misato putting the moves on him and having to kill Kaworu all culminate towards Shinji's mental state during EOE. Shinji is passively suicidal but it's due to the *situation* and his own introverted tendencies instead of people actively trying to hurt and isolate him. He finds the will to live again due to his mothers words despite knowing just how difficult living might be. If you remove all the Evas and the Angels from the story, the themes that are touched upon (isolation, neglect, misunderstanding) still apply and the audience can still resonate with them.

The rebuilds however go about it completely differently. They bring Shinji to that same suicidal state by having all the characters/plot actively harm Shinji's mental health by:

Putting him in a coma for 14 years so he is completely clueless. Imagine how groggy you are when you wake up in the morning and then multiply that by a million.

Have Misato psychologically castrate Shinji by telling him he won't do anything with a look of disdain on her face.

Have Ritsuko make Shinji feel dread by telling him he has a bomb on his neck and it's because he is being "punished".

Not tell him why he is being punished when he asks Misato.

Have Asuka try to punch Shinji after he thought she was dead.

Tell Shinji the girl he saved is "gone”.

Have his "mother figure" threaten to blow his head off for wanting to leave with the girl you just told him is gone.

Have Asuka and Mari attack Shinji in Lilith's chamber even though Shinji was seemingly willing to listen to them had Asuka not kept attacking. (Watch that scene again and you'll see when Asuka learns what Shinji is trying to do, she stops attacking but instead of explaining that he's being manipulated, she just calls him a brat instead).

Even Mari was willing to potentially kill or cripple Shinji with the Anti-AT rounds. (We don't know what the AA rounds are truly capable of because the only time they are used on screen, they don't work. The round cartridges state that they are armor and AT field piercing and have explicit restrictions on their use. The fact that Mari requires Asuka's explicit authorization to use them imply that they are most likely lethal and would have killed/crippled Shinji had he been in a normal Eva).

Have Shinji's friend's head explode with the device Shinji's "mother figure" actually meant for him. Imagine seeing someone's head explode and then remember that your "mother figure" actually meant that to be for you. That would certainly mess anyone up.

Have Asuka then kick and manhandle him when he is catatonic.

Have Asuka force feed him to the point where he pukes whilst he is still grieving the death of his friend.

Have Shinji only be escorted whilst tied to a stretcher despite him coming voluntarily.

Have Misato place Shinji in 24/7 solitary confinement in a cell rigged with explosives.

Have Misato tell the WILLE crew to shoot Shinji on sight if they think he's getting into an EVA.

Have people tell Shinji that he's being a brat the entire time for reacting badly to all this.

By having Misato, Asuka, WILLE reject and "punish" Shinji so harshly so it kicks off his isolation and desperation, it makes Shinji's "recovery" seem less believable. Anno himself didn't even know how to make Shinji recover psychologically in 3.0+1.0 and he actually had to ask the voice actors on how to make that happen. The story made the WILLE crew go full scorched-earth and in doing so made Shinji's "growth" and his reconciliation with Misato seem impossible.

I have already stated that I believe Q represents "Condemnation" and Shin represents "Compassion" and I think both films pull that off brilliantly. But that doesn't mean I think the characters acted in a realistic manner. I do not believe that Misato would have placed such harsh sanctions on Shinji in the first place for the reasons I have stated above. And if she did, I do not believe that Shinji would have easily forgiven Misato (even IF she took a bullet for him) as we see he does in the film. I do not believe that WILLE were merely "scared and desperate" because as the dialogue above shows, they are surprisingly understanding (but still disapproving) of Shinji's situation despite him literally starting another impact. I do not believe that Misato would have bent over to Sakura and Midori's resentment and taken measures against Shinji, just to ease their minds.

In summary, my main problem with the post-timeskip rebuilds is that I feel they gaslight the audience in thinking that Shinji was just being a "brat" the entire time by having Asuka and Mari say: "You have grown a little/You smell like an adult now." However, the truth is Shinji's been through so much mental suffering perpetrated by the people he cares about, that it's a miracle he's not killed himself. It would certainly break most of us on this forum. The movies seek to show Shinji "finally" taking responsibility when the truth is, the plot went so above and beyond putting him down in such an extreme manner in the first place.

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littlemessyjessi · 4 years

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Sirius Black narrowed his eyes at the sight before him.

His best mate of since first year and his girlfriend of just over a year sat there practically giggling together.

You'd always got on well with the boys but it would seem that over the last week or so you and James had decided to become the best of friends.

At first, Sirius had found it comical when he'd walked in and James was letting you paint his fingernails because you'd been kinda sad that day.

He knew his best mate was a good guy and he genuinely did like to see most people happy.

Especially if they were important to him and the one's he cared about it.

So Sirius hadn't really thought much else of it.

However, the next day he'd walked in his dorm to find the two of you again, laid back in his bed, eyes closed as your faces were covered in a bright blue face mask.

Sirius had teased the both of you for it relentlessly and honestly hadn't thought too much of it.

James had had a rather nasty pimple that day anyway and everyone around knew that you knew all the tips and tricks for anything beauty related.

"It's a muggle trick but I swear by it." you had told him. "Toothpaste on it at night to bring it to a head. Gently, and I can not stress this enough, Jamie love, GENTLY pop it the next morning. Clean it and immediately begin moisturizing. If you don't it'll scar." you had told him and he had nodded with rapt attention.

Sirius who knew you know your stuff very well didn't question it but that little nickname had turned his stomach just a tad.

Jamie, love.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much but it had.

The next day, he'd literally nearly had an anuerism when he found you sat across James' lap as he let you put makeup on him.

He refused to say anything and had to force a smile when you turned James' made up face to him.

"Isn't he stunning, love?" you'd asked him.

He hadn't said anything and James fluttered his newly mascara coated eyelashes at him.

"I just knew this would turn out great." you had said. "You've got lovely eyes, Jamie, love. And great lashes!"

Sirius physically twitched at that name again and he'd drawn everyone's attention to himself when he literally stomped up the stairs to the dorm.

You tried to see him later on that night- even retrieve him for the evening meal but he wasn't having it and made Remus tell you that he wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep.

You knew this to be a lie because even if he wasn't feeling well the first thing he'd do is actually make one of them find you to cuddle and coddle him until he felt better.

It's just the way he was and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You were a bit put out for the rest of the night and worried after him but you knew him well enough to know that you couldn't push him.

He'd freak out if you did and so you just waited for him to come to you.

Decided not to draw attention to it and just let it go ... for now.

So needless to say... that morning you carried on as usual, perhaps even a little chipper because the pictures you'd taken of James had officially finished developing.

Loads of photographs of him prancing around in his full face of makeup wearing your clothes and being the drama queen he is.

You rushed the Great Hall and practically tackled him.

"'Ello, there, love." James had chuckled at you when you excited produced the pictures and the two of you laughed at the silly little adventure.

Meanwhile, Sirius' blood continued to boil as he sat across from the two of you.

So much so, in fact, that his face had begun to change colors.

It eventually gained your attention and you looked at him alarmed, "Siri, love, are you ok? You don't look so good, ba-"

"No, apparently not!" he snapped.

Your eyes widened at his outburst.

Sirius had never raised his voice at you.

He was rarely snippy with you because you always gave him the space he needed and then doted on him when he was ready.

So to have him so angry and it seemingly directed at you, threw you a little.

"Hey, Pads, what's wrong?" James said.

"Oh, you shut it!" he snapped at him and James lifted his brows at him. "I don't know what's worse. The fact that my girl is after my best mate or that my best mate is after my girl."

"Excuse me?" you gasped. "What on earth are you on about?"

"Oh come off it!" he seethed, seemingly unaware that he had gained most of the hall's attention. "You were literally in his bed the other day! In his lap after that!"

"That's out of context, Sirius and you know it!" you said, offended that he would even insinuate such a thing.

"You know, everyone gave me hell about dating you." he said venomously. "Said I could never settle down and get with a good girl like you. Doesn't look like I'm the one who couldn't settle down does it?"

The boys just stared at him... along with just about everyone else.

You leveled Sirius with a look that he had never seen grace your angelic features and for a moment he knew he fucked up.

For a second, he thought you were going to cry but you simply lifted your chin.

"Sirius, I love you but you are being really, really stupid and mean right now." you said and he narrowed his eyes.

He opened to his mouth to say something but you cut him off-

"No, don't you even. You just shut your mouth." you snapped and he flinched.

You never talked to him that way.

Ever.

You'd only ever been so sweet to him, even long before either of you had expressed an interest in each other.

"I love you." you said. "This is about as obvious as the fact that Lily is a redhead. And don't you think that it would be nice when you love someone to get to know those that are important to them a little better?"

Sirius just stared at her and she shook her head.

"I've always got on well with the boys. Remus and I have been fairly close since third year and after Peter started dating my sister, we learned alot about each other. The only person who I didn't have an extremely close bond with was James. Which is exactly the person that I wanted to because he means so much to you. He's your best mate. He's like your brother. He's important to you and you're important to me... therefore HE'S important to me."

Sirius' jaw tightened as things began to click into place.

"And yes, we have been spending a lot of time together." you said. "We've invited you multiple times because I didn't want you to have to juggle spending time with me versus your friends. I was trying to merge it all together. For you. And yes, we do have fun. We have a lot of fun. I don't have any brothers and my sister never let me do makeovers on her so when James didn't mind and actually enjoyed spending time with me, I jumped at the opportunity."

Sirius began to curl in on himself a little when he realized.

"Sirius, I love you." you said. "And I want those that are important to you to like me. I want your family to like me. And you're family isn't your last name. I couldn't give two fucks about them. But James and his parents are your family. And that's important." you said taking a shaky breath.

No one said anything for a moment and you just shook your head.

"Peter." you said gaining the boys attention. "Will you help me look for your girlfriend? I think I need a little sister time."

Peter nodded and the two of you left the Hall... which promptly burst into whispers of gossip as soon as you did.

James gave it all of about three seconds after Sirius sat back down before he kicked the shit out of his shin.

"OW!"

"You shut it." he said reaching over and pulling Sirius in by his collar.

"Get off!"

"No, I will not." James said. "First of all, how dare you ever think I would do such a thing? I'm your best mate and I'm obviously hopelessly in love with Lily. Who by the way, did not seem to be phased by Y/N and us hanging out because she has some common sense."

Sirius finally shoved James off him.

"And two, I could murder you right now for even thinking that Y/N would ever hurt you." he said narrowing his hazel eyes. "You know she adores you. You're literally her favorite person in the entire world."

Sirius said nothing for second, "I know. I'm sorry."

James just nodded, still honestly a bit miffed.

"And for the record, I enjoyed spending time with her too." James said. "I don't have any siblings. We're like brothers now. You, me, Remus, Pete. But I've always been an only child. And I certainly don't know about what it's like to have a sister. It was fun to let her play 'dress up' on me so to speak."

"I'm sorry, Prongs." Sirius said, feeling worse by the second. "I didn't realize."

"I know you didn't." he said. "And we're fine, Pads. But you have to know I'd never do that to you. You're happier than I have ever seen you with Y/N. She wanted to get closer to me for you. And I wanted to get closer to her for you as well. It just so happened that we ended up clicking really fast. I like spending time with her. She's like a little sister to me now."

"Except for the fact that she's older than you." Remus said with a smirk trying to ease the tension.

"Shut it, Moony." James chuckled.

"I should go find her and apologize." Sirius sighed.

"You should definitely apologize." James said. "But I'd let her cool off a bit. Let her talk to her sister. You hurt her feelings and she probably doesn't want to talk to you right now."

Sirius' heart broke a little at that.

"But I have to make it up to her." he stressed.

"Oh, you're going to." James said pointedly before a smirked worked it's way onto his features making both Remus and Sirius lift an eyebrow at him.

"We're going to have a pamper night." he said matter of fact. "Complete with facials, nails and hair styling."

"I don't let anyone touch my hair." Sirius said automatically.

It was true.

He didn't.

"You're going to let that precious angel do whatever she wants to you hair and you'll shut your trap about it." James snapped. "Now, quit being a toad and eat your breakfast. We've got a busy day of planning ahead."

Sirius didn't feel like eating and just poked around at his breakfast.

"And Remus, you will be participating." James said making the boy's jaw open and close.

"But I didn't-"

"I don't want to hear it." James said. "Pamper night in our dorm tonight. Now, excuse me while I figure out what we'll need."

And with that he was off to join Lily, Marlene, Alice and Dorcas to discuss the plans.

All four of them were in, of course and they spent the rest of the Saturday collecting what they'd need.

Later, that evening after a much needed cry with your sister you began to make your way towards the Great Hall for supper.

You weren't really feeling it to be honest but you knew you needed to eat so you figured you'd just get it over with and then go to bed.

Maybe tomorrow would be better.

However, you never made it there because you were intercepted almost instantly by Marlene and Dorcas who claimed that they had a fashion emergency in the dorm room.

"Guys, I'll look in a bit. I just want to grab a quick bite and then go to bed. But I promise I'll help you sort you fashion catastrophe in a bit." you had sighed.

"It can't wait!" Marlene had said. "I have a date tonight and I'll be late if you don't help me!"

"It really can't." Dorcas agreed and you groaned but let them drag you to the tower anyway.

As soon as you stepped foot inside you were tossed over someone's shoulder and being carried up the stairs to the boys dormitory.

After some wiggling, you discovered that it was in fact James who'd kidnapped you.

"James, listen, I love you to death and all and just cause Sirius and I got into a fight doesn't mean we'll stop hanging out but I really don't know if facials is gonna help anything right now considering."

"Oh ye of so little faith." he said with an impish look.

You simply lifted a brow at him. "Really?"

He smiled, "Listen you've had a rough day. So we've got a bit of a surprise for you."

"We?" you pressed and he simply yanked you into their dormitory.

You furrowed your brows at the room.

It was covered in more beauty products than you'd ever seen in your life as well as more snacks that you even thought were possible.

All four boys were there as well as the girls and in the middle, looking rather sheepish, was Sirius.

"Hey, love." he said.

You just looked at him for a moment and said, "Hey."

"Listen, I-"

"We're starting with hair masks!" James announced.

"Yep." Lily said joining his side. "So Sirius, you're first. Y/N, wash his hair. You're the best at it. Off with you!"

The two of you were shoved into the small room adjacent to the boys dorm and you glared at the door.

"Suddenly, I am remembering why it was a blessing that I never had a brother." you grumbled and Sirius couldn't help but chuckle.

"Eh, he has his moments." he said and his hand came up to hold you cheeks, "Baby, I'm sorry."

"I know." you said.

"And not just a sorry son of a bitch." he teased. "Although, still true."

You couldn't help but laugh and he smiled, a thumb tracing over your cheeks.

"There it is." he whispered. "My favorite thing in the whole world."

You simply looked at him for a moment and finally let out a breath, the tension easing out of you.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel left out, Sirius." you said.

He shook his head, "No, love. I was being stupid. I just couldn't see the forest for the trees. What you were doing, the both of you, was really nice. And if you and him ending up bonding and having some kind of cool brother sister moment, then that's great, baby. Honestly. I just got a little jealous."

You nodded and peered at him through your lashes.

Making him absolutely weak like you always did when you did that.

"Are we ok now?" you asked, softly- just a little fear trickling into your voice. "Because I love you, Siri and I don't wanna fight with you anymore. I just want us to be ok again."

He melted and cradled your cheeks in his hands, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss.

"Of course we're ok, baby." he said, resting his forehead against yours and staring into your eyes.

"Ok." you said, a little smile tugging at your lips. "You, uh, you gonna let me wash your hair?"

He sighed and winked at you, "I guess I kinda owe you."

You grinned mischeviously and shrugged, "I mean, you don't but I want to play with your hair so I'm going to play into this and let you think that you do until I've had my fun."

He laughed and you set to work washing his long, thick locks.

His eyes rolled back as you scratched his scalp and he looked up at you from his spot on the floor by the tub as you poured water over it to wash it out.

"This does kinda feel good." he admitted.

"Yeah." you shrugged. "I know."

You gently squeezed the water from his hair and he handed you a towel but you threw it at the door aggressively.

"No!" you said, clearly offended by such a notion.

"You want me to walk around like a wet dog?" he laughed.

"No, but we can't use a towel on your hair." you said, "It'll ruin the curl pattern."

"My hair isn't really-"

"Yes it is." you said. "I know it because when you play Quidditch and you get sweaty it stays to curl. You just brush it while it's wet with a vengeance so it doesn't show."

He lifted a brow at you again but let you wrap his hair up in an old clean t-shirt anyway.

"Don't brush when your hair is wet by the way." you said. "It can cause breakage."

"You're amazing you know that?" he said and you just nodded.

"Yes, now out with you. Go let one of them put a mask on your face. Be sure to let them know you want something with honey and preferably almond oil. It will make you glow as well as other things." you said.

Sirius just smiled and pecked your cheek, "I love you."

"I love you too, lovebug." you said. "Now send James in so I can attempt to do something with his rat's nest."

Sirius barked out a laugh before sending James in and settling down for Lily to give him a face mask.

"Not a word." he said when she smirked at the pink shirt in his hair.

"I wasn't gonna say anything." the redhead smirked.

"She said to ask for something for honey and preferably almond oil. For glowing skin or something like that." he said.

Lily smirked evilly and produced a pink face mask which made him sigh but he let her do it anyway.

Not long after, James emerged from the bathroom, hair wrapped in a purple shirt and ready to be pampered.

Dorcas approached him and he hissed at her.

"No one touches my skin but my little evil genuis." he said, yanking you along with him.

He flung himself across his bed, "Now work your magic, you skincare enchantress! My body is ready for your secrets."

"Prongs..." Sirius said with a warning but a smile still tugged at his lips.

You smiled softly and pecked Sirius' lips before turning to James and covering him in a green face mask.

Sirius watched the two of you for a moment, cutting up as siblings would do and he realized that he was actually really happy.

Everyone he loved was in this room and having a good time together.

The love of his life and his best mate were getting on really well and he never been so at peace.

He didn't care if you wanted to dress him up as the Queen of England for the rest of his life.

He'd let you do it just to watch you laugh like that for the rest of his life.

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Hello loves! I hope you liked this little request! I had fun writing it! If you want to see more of this version of Sirius/Reader please let me know! I had such a good time writing them and also writing the sibling dynamic between James/Reader. I hope you're all having a lovely day and I would love to hear from you in the comments/ask box!

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Satisfied, Part 26

First

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They snuck through the house. Did they really have to? Probably not. She doubted that anyone would genuinely care if they saw her there. Were they still going to? Of course. It was infinitely more fun that way.

Then, seemingly at random, Jason pushed open a door and gave small bow as she stepped inside.

It was a dojo of some sort. The floors were lined with padded mats. On one wall, rows of dummies were lined up. On the opposite wall, she found a shooting range. The other two walls were ‘decorated’ with different types of weapons and, occasionally, the odd pad.

Jason hummed as he looked around, then rested his hands on his hips. “Right. Shooting range?” He asked.

She bit her lip and looked around. “Actually, I’d like to fight.”

His lips pulled into a slight frown for a second before he nodded. “Do you want to beat up a dummy or me?”

She blinked. “I’m not going to beat you up.”

“I meant with padded armor.”

Her lips formed an ‘o’ shape and she nodded, then considered the question. If he was wearing armor, then at least she could get in some practice on finding/hitting people’s weak spots. On the other hand, she was still injured; she didn’t know if she should push herself like that.

She glanced at him and bit down on the inside of her cheek. Would he notice if she was in pain? Could she do any intensive work? Did she want to risk it?

“I guess it would be fun to beat you up.”

“Ouch,” he said, resting a hand over his heart with a cheeky grin. Still, he started getting into the armor.

She stretched while she waited, closing her eyes. A warm up was important, she just had to make sure not to flex her stomach and sides too much. This didn’t leave her with as many options as she would have liked, though, so she was done pretty quickly.

After a bit of looking around, she pulled on some grappling gloves. She flexed her fingers. “I like these. They’re mine now.”

“Sure, take everything but the katanas and the guns and you’ll be fine.”

She snickered. “Why specifically those?”

“Well, the guns are mine and I would prefer not having to go through the trouble to mod new ones. As for the katanas, those are Damian’s. They’re not special or anything, far as I can tell, but they’re his and you don’t mess with his stuff.”

She raised an eyebrow as they walked back onto the mats. “Is that a sibling thing?”

“Stealing each other’s things? Yeah.”

Marinette grinned. “Well then, I’m going to have to pass on your offer to get adopted. My stuff is my stuff.”

"Don’t worry, you don’t really have anything worth stealing anyways.”

She huffed and gave him a kick in the chest for the express purpose of watching him stumble back a bit. “Rude!”

“But true,” he said calmly, stepping back into position.

She didn’t respond outside of a punch to the face. Which, she supposed, was an answer in itself.

And, so, she worked. She didn’t go as hard on him as she usually would when training, because she needed to make sure she didn’t start bleeding through her shirt (it would be hard to explain), but she still threw a fair few punches and kicks that made him actually move. Occasionally, he would reach out and poke her somewhere to show her she’d dropped her guard.

She was in the middle of a roundhouse kick when he asked what must have been on his mind for a while: “So, why are you mad at them?”

She blinked and her foot passed through clean air, leaving her to spin a bit. She huffed as a hand tapped her back and got back into her fighting stance. “Why do you ask?”

“Figured that, as your older brother, I should know if what they did is murder-worthy or not,” he joked quietly.

She sighed and shook her head slightly. “Fine.” She threw a punch with the word to show her distaste, but still answered: “First one is Chloe. She... she and I didn’t get along from the start. We went through a lot of school together and she bullied me.”

She saw his eyes flare with anger and rolled her eyes.

“It was nothing really bad, don’t worry. And it wasn’t as if I wasn’t rude back at times.”

His shoulders relaxed a little bit, but he didn’t seem any happier about this information.

She threw a particularly high kick at his face and winced as pain raced through her. To make sure he didn’t interpret it badly she stepped back and nursed her hamstring as if she’d pulled it.

He dropped his arms and frowned, stepping forward, only to get poked in the nose.

“Dropped your guard!”

Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly and pat her on the head. “You did, too,” he said.

“Mhmm, but let’s not talk about that.”

He rolled his eyes and brought his hands back up.

She gave him a cheeky grin and got back into a fighting stance herself. “And then, after all that time, she finds out blackmail on me. Literally the biggest blackmail she could find. And she didn’t use it. She didn’t even threaten it.”

“Everyone has morals of some kind, what’s so good about it?”

Marinette shook her head slightly and gave him a quick kick in the shin. “You didn’t see her. She’s been helping me out a lot since. She didn’t even need to, and she went to a lot of trouble to help me.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

“And the other person?”

She hesitated to think up a name for Robin, but then figured she might be able to get away with just not using one. “Right. He stole a win right out from under me. Cheated a bit, too,” she explained.

“And why are you thinking he’s a good person now?”

She thought of how to phrase it without looking like she was hiding too much. “We saw each other recently and he didn’t recognize me. And he was so... sweet?”

A sigh slipped from between her lips. Her hands fell to her sides.

“But even when they’re nice and all... I still can’t be nice back. Not really. I can do little things in short bursts... but it’s all fake and I just can’t seem to get over it! Chloe hasn’t done anything in years and R--Roy hasn’t done anything too bad since but I can’t...” Her voice trailed off. She didn’t know how to keep going. He seemed to understand, though.

She laid back on the ground, resting her hands over her eyes. She heard a dull thud as dropped down next to her. They were quiet for a long time.

Jason was the one to break the silence: “So, do you think there’s a link between the two for why you can’t get over it?”

She mulled this over for a bit. She came to an answer and sunk into the mat a little bit. “Me?”

He sighed. “No. Okay, yes, technically, but I don’t think that’s it.”

She dropped a hand and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. “Then what?”

“Well... think of it this way: anger is a secondary emotion, right?”

“Secondary...?”

“Basically, anger is a completely different emotion that's boiled over. Usually sadness, but sometimes other things.”

She rolled her eyes. “So there’s some secret emotion I’m feeling underneath?”

He gave a short nod. “My personal guess is that they make you feel weak or inferior.”

“But I’m not.”

“I know that,” he said gently. “But from what you were describing... the first person bullied you, right? You said you fought back a little bit, but it sounds like you got a lot more than you dished out.”

She frowned. “I didn’t want to stoop to her level. The only reason I fought back at all was because of a friend I had at the time.”

He nodded. “Okay, sure. Then there’s a person that actively undermined you. You say he ‘stole your win’ but that’s not really much to be bitter about. Sure, it sucks, but you’re holding way more of a grudge than you should.”

She rested her hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling. Maybe. But...

“But most damning,” he began, pulling her attention back to him, “is that you’re fighting while clearly injured.”

Marinette cursed in French. So he had noticed. She bit down on the inside of her cheek.

“So, yeah, that’s what my best guess is for why you can’t just ‘get over it’.”

She thought this over for a bit, before sighing. “And what do I do about it?”

“For now I’d apologize, explain that you’re working on yourself, and warn them that you might end up snapping at them in the meantime. If they’re actually good people, they’d understand, right?” He reached over and poked her cheek. “And you need to raise your self esteem if you want to really get over the problem.”

She gave him a tiny smile. “You seem to know a lot about this.”

“I suppose my therapist would have to come in handy at some point.”

She was stunned into silence. He certainly seemed the type to need a therapist, but he didn’t seem the type to actually get one.

He laughed at the look on her face. “Yeah, Bruce makes it mandatory for all his kids. Us and our friends usually end up held for ransom from time to time. It’s good to have someone on call.”

Marinette nodded. That made sense. She bit the inside of her cheek. So, she needed to work on herself and apologize.

She pulled out her phone.

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This took forever to write out and I still don’t know if I got the point across well enough so like fuck --

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jeongguk x Girlfriend!Lee

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 13.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Body Worship, Daddy Kink, Cunnilingus, Degradation (Slut), Fingering, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Edging, Riding, Tummy Swelling, Praise, Hot Wiring A Car, Excessive Drink, Blood, Gorey Descriptions, Cut Body Parts

A/N: Shout out to @xjoonchildx and @ladyartemesia for beta-ing this and rooting me on

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Sequel to The Bird Cage

It’s cherry blossom petals and flowing silk fabrics.

It’s light brown eyes and gorgeous emeralds.

It’s her.

“Hi, baby.” Jeongguk whispers as he leans back against the cherry blossom tree. His counterpart turns to him with a wide smile. One that makes his heart stutter and his palms become sweaty. She wrinkles her nose happily at his words. Opening his arms, he gives a lazy smile wanting to feel her small body coddle to his chest.

“Hi.” Her voice is so melodic. So beautifully toned.

“Hi my Lee.” He mutters as she hugs him tightly.

He could smell the sea breeze in her hair, he could feel her heart fluttering inside of her chest as he holds her so closely.

“My Lee.” He mumbles as his face is buried into her neck.

He could hear her content sigh. Could feel how her fingers dig into his taut back, trying to pull him ever closer.

“Want to go home now? It’s getting dark out and you know how I feel about that.” He tells her as he stands up to his full height. She hums to him in agreement as he looks at the horizon.

It wasn’t too long ago that the Bangs were on their front door with AK-47’s and a need for revenge. With Kim Shin still around and breathing down everyone's necks, there was always a need for caution.

Slinging his arm over her petite shoulders, he pulls her towards the Escalade.

“Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you home. I have a bone to pick with you.” He whispers into her ear playfully before slapping her backside.

She giggles loudly, clutching onto his black tank top as he smiles down at her.

The house is quiet as per usual.

Stepping inside of the entryway, he watches his girlfriend throw her handbag on the small marble table beside the door.

Looking her over, the butterflies in his stomach triple. He has been in love with her since high school. Adoring her every waking moment since he was young.

Stepping behind her, he wraps his arms around her waist before hauling her up and spinning her around. Her adorable yelp makes him smile as he buries his face into her neck.

She was pristine.

His angel on this hell of an Earth.

"Guk!" She says with a giggle. He chuckles against her skin, smelling the orange blossom scent that is so naturally hers.

"I love you." He mutters, his voice muffled into her skin.

He closes his eyes, taking in the moment. All this craziness lately, all of the guys egos being knocked down to less than nothing. He can't help but savor this moment. His forever in his arms.

“Your heart is made of cherry blossoms and stars.” He whispers as he sets her back down gently on the ground.

She turns to him, her small face now in her hands. His thumbs run over the apples of her cheeks as she gives a small smile.

“Come on, let's go upstairs. You said you have a bone to pick with me.” She teases as she pulls him towards the right staircase. He gives a gentle snort as he follows her willingly. His hand is clasped in hers as he follows behind her, watching her ascend the stairs before him.

He watches her white lace dress ruffle and flow with every step and he shakes his head in a loving daze. How is he the luckiest man in the universe?

She turns her face to him, her long hair flowing over her shoulder as she smiles. His breath stutters in his throat as he smiles back.

As they reach the second landing, Jeongguk's eyes look up as shadows greet him from the third floor. His hand immediately reaches for his gun.

A woman with a small tube dress meets his eyes as his best friend follows her. He stumbles and hiccups as he leans against the wall.

“Kookie. Welcome home.” Jimin slurs before nodding his head to the girl. He reaches into his pocket before pulling out a wad of Won. He slaps it into her hand before looking over at Lee.

The younger man pulls his girlfriend behind him as the paid woman begins to descend the stairs.

“Thanks Jimin. See you Tuesday.” She says as she bows her head to Guk.

Jimin rolls his eyes before fixing his belt and hiccuping.

“Hyung, you okay?” He asks as the scent of alcohol breeches his senses.

“I’m Park Jimin. I’m always fucking okay.” He slurs out before kicking off the wall and walking back up the staircase.

“Goodnight!” Lee calls to him as she cranes her neck to look at him.

“Mmm.” He hums nonchalantly.

Jeongguk releases a large breath, he didn’t know he was holding before looking down at his girlfriend. She shrugs her shoulders as sweetly as possible. His heart clenched as he heard his older brother's bedroom door slam loudly.

He sighs gently before following Lee to their bedroom as she tugs on his hand.

Entering the bedroom, he shrugs off his leather jacket. Throwing it onto the wall rack, he closes his eyes. He rubs his hands over his face as he sighs.

“He’s going to be okay. He just needs to find the one.” Lee says, reading his mind as she begins to get undressed.

“It just hurts to see him so fucked up. I mean, his parents and his brother are here. Can’t he just try to act like he has his shit together?” He asks his girlfriend as he takes off his black t-shirt.

His eyes rake over her as she stands in her lacy underwear. As he takes off his pants, she makes eyes with him before pouting

"It's hard to act when you can't even understand what you're feeling." She tells him.

This is why he loves her. She's so understanding. So thoughtful.

"Come here." He mumbles as he lays back, opening his arms.

With a seductive smirk she kneels on the foot of the bed before crawling up slowly. He finds his body relaxing and molding into the bed as he watches her hips sway with criminal intent up toward him.

Her breasts are pressed together in the confines of her lace bra as she crawls. His mind is enraptured as per usual, not knowing where to look and wanting to look everywhere. She's a goddess. His goddess.

Her thighs clamped around his sides as she sits up straight, ass pressing to his growing erection. On instinct his hands find her soft sides, his thumbs making soft swipes over her skin as he licks his lips.

"How are you so beautiful? Hmm? I must have been a very good boy in my past life to have you." He whispers to the quiet room.

She giggles at his sweetness before gasping as he flips their bodies suddenly.

Her hair splayed out beneath her as his lips met hers. The kiss is slow and sensual. Their tongues colliding and sliding over each other as they moan into each other's mouths. His needy hands press to her clothed breasts, rolling and squeezing them.

She lets out a wanton moan, turning her head to the side to give him access to her neck. Her scent wafts through his nose as his lips trail down her neck. He suckles at her pail skin, leaving beautiful cherry blossom petals in his wake.

Rutting his hips into the air, his cock is begging to be released from the confines of his briefs. He groans against her marked skin, pulling her chest to his as he skillfully undoes her bra. Her dark brown nipples greet his eyes, puffy and needing attention.

He wants to tell her how excited he is for when she's pregnant. How he can't wait until she swells with his childs milk but he says it so often he doesn't want it to lose its meaning. They're going to try for a baby soon, he can wait until then. He can wait for Valentine's Day.

"I love you so much. You're so beautiful." He tells his girlfriend as he kisses over the skin of her breasts. His tongue licks over her areola earning the sweetest gasp before encircling her nipple with his lips.

He shows her nipple love, suckling and plucking with his ardent desire before moving to the abandoned breast. His name tumbles from her lips with a wanton moan. Begging for more of him and he's more than willing to give her more.

His fingers hook into the sides of her panties as he kisses down the flat of her stomach. Stopping at her belly button piercing to nip at the silver chain that hangs down towards her sex with his intials in white gold plated sterling silver.

"Who do you belong to, my Lee?" He asks quietly as he slowly drags down her panties.

"You. Daddy. Always yours." He shivers at her words, clothed cock rutting into the air once more as he discards her panties.

His large hands spread her knees. Opening up her legs to see her sodden pussy. Weeping and begging with desire to be filled. In the lighting of the bedroom, her arousal gleams on her thighs and even sliding down towards the bed.

"You're such a messy girl, baby." He mumbles as his cock twitches. Her hands run over his tattooed arms, trying to pull him closer for a kiss. He clicks his tongue in defiance to her before bowing down.

"Daddy has to clean up your mess, baby. You're too dirty." His hands hook around her thighs, using his strength to pull her down closer to his face. She gasps loudly in anticipation, her fingers carding through his long black hair.

His eyes meet hers as he gives a flat lick to her weeping cunt. He adores how her body shudders before pressing harder into the mattress beneath her. His nose wrinkles at the sweet sight before him.

Her small mewls only goad him on as his lips attach to her swelling bundle of nerves. Suckling sweetly against her, he lives to see her pleased by him.

He teases her entrance with a finger, watching her lips press into a straight line as she rolls her hips.

"Daddy! Fuck! Feels so good!" Lee whines as she grips at his hair.

He hums in agreement as he enters his finger easily, the amount of arousal letting him slide right in. He pumps his finger in a few times before adding a second.

Her back bows off of the bed, keening and moaning at the fullness.

"That's it, baby girl. Look how beautiful you are for me. Such a needy little slut, hmm?" She nods fervently at his words, head swimming with lust as he begins to finger her faster.

His fingers curl upwards, finding the soft bundle of nerves within her.

"Oh shit! Daddy! Yes! Fuck yes!" She whines loudly as he ruts his cock into the mattress.

"You like it? You like Daddy filling you up with just his fingers? You like when Daddy gets you off like this?" He teases as her hips meet his every thrust with his fingers.

She whines loudly as he spits on her already soaked cunt. His tongue lavishes on her swollen clit.

He knows she's close, the way she pulses around his fingers and how she gasps quietly. Her eyes screw shut in the pleasure. Legs spreading wider as he continues to lavish on her body.

"Cum for me, gorgeous. Show Daddy how much you adore him." He whispers as he curls his fingers faster.

Willing it to be so, the bubble that expanded so large within her bursts. She undulates under him, moaning loudly as she orgasms. Her thighs quake with pleasure as she moans his name.

He lifts up, watching her ride out her high and his heart swells. She is it for him. The one.

He scissors his fingers inside of her, prepping her for his large cock. As he preps her, his lips find hers. She moans at the taste of arousal on his tongue and his free hand grips at her side.

"God, you're so beautiful. You know how much I adore you, don't you?" He asks her as he strips himself of his briefs.

She hums to him as she plays with his hair, "As long as you know how much I adore you." She replies.

He chuckles against her lips before giving her a swift kiss.

It was more than just sex, this was pouring out their souls to each other. Their love is so intense, so pure of heart. So true.

His girlfriend wraps her hand around his large cock. Pumping his shaft slowly to hear his content sigh.

"Oh my Lee." He mumbles before falling to her side.

His thighs quiver at the attention, bottom lip tucking between his teeth. His hand caresses her cheek as she situates herself between his thighs.

"I love you, baby." He whispers as her head bows down.

She twirls her tongue around the weeping head of his cock.

"Fuck!" He curses through gritted teeth as she bobs her head down.

He grabs at her hair, making a makeshift ponytail as she works her mouth on him. His head lolls back, gasping and groaning at the pleasure she gives him.

"Fuck yes. Just like that. You suck my cock so well, baby girl." He moans as he tugs on her hair.

Her cheeks hollow as she continues to please him, spittle and precum stream over her chin.

"Let me fuck your pretty mouth baby." She hums in agreement, earning a twitch from his cock at her willingness.

With a harsh thrust, her eyes spill over with tears. With every gag and whimper, he feels his pleasure doubling.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah. Just like that. Look at you, so willing to let me fuck your mouth. Oh Christ! You love when I give you my cock any way I do. Such a slut for me." He rambles as she grips onto his thighs.

"Lee! Fuck, baby!" She swallows around him, letting him go deeper in her throat. He moans loudly, setting off a fresh wave of arousal within her.

"Oh God! You're such a good girl. Letting me use you like a little fucking cocksleeve. So hot." He murmurs into the still air of the room.

His cock begins to throb, begging for release. A sheen of sweat developing on his body as he holds her down on his cock. With a groan he pulls out of her mouth before gripping the base of his cock.

"Sit on Daddy's cock." He instructs her as she wipes her chin.

She climbs over him, pressing her hands to his muscled chest. Rocking her hips, her slick folds part at the underside of his cock. His eyes watch with unabashed fascination as she coats him in her arousal. The stimulation to her clit sends her into a moaning mess.

"That's it, baby girl." He whispers as his hands cup her breasts. His fingers pinch and roll her stiff peaked nipples between his fingers as she aligns him to her entrance.

They collectively gasp as she slides down slowly on his cock.

"Oh fuck." She whines as she sits down fully. He chokes on his own moan as his hand finds her womb.

"God, you're stuffed." He says as the outline of his large cock is presented to him.

"You make me so full. You're so big." She whimpers out.

His hands find her sides as her tummy bulges with him inside.

She lets her muscles relax around him. Taking the time to kiss down his neck and chest. She can feel his cock twitching inside of her, begging for her to move.

Lifting her hips slowly, she relishes in the curse that he utters. He watches his cock coated in her arousal become sheathed to his eyes once more.

She begins a steady pace, hopping on his cock with loud moans as he fills her so well.

"Look at you." He says reverently as he grips her sides harder.

Her head lolls back, the both of them moaning in tandem. The sounds of skin slapping skin send Jeongguk into a frenzy.

Sitting up, his lips attach to her nipple suckling roughly at the sensitive skin.

"Daddy! Fuck! Feels so good!" She babbles, almost incoherently.

"Yeah. You like Daddy's big cock don't you baby? Love how well it fills you." He whispers against her breasts.

He could feel her pussy quivering around him, her moans getting higher as he spanks the skin on the globes of her ass.

"Gonna cum for me again, baby? Show me how much you adore my big cock."

His hand snakes to the back of her neck before pulling her face closer to his. The kiss is heated, his teeth nip at her bottom lip as he begins to lift his hips to meet hers. She was practically drooling for him. Her moans turn into whimpers as her eyes screw shut.

Without warning she cums for him again, moaning into his mouth as she holds him tightly.

"Good girl, babe." He praises as he flips them over.

He gives shorter thrusts, letting her come down from her high. And, he finds himself smiling as her eyes become lidded with tiredness and pleasure.

"Thank Daddy for his big cock." Every word is punctuated by a harsh thrust. She moans loudly, certainly waking her up as she grips at the bed sheets. Her knuckles go white as he begins to pick up his pace.

"Th-Thank you Daddy! Your cock feels so fucking good!" She whines and he hums in agreement.

He pours his love into his strokes. He buries his face into her neck as he bulldozes himself inside of her. His hands grab for hers, intertwining their fingers as he hauls her arms over her head.

He whispers sweet words into her ear as she clutches onto his hands tighter.

"God. I love you so much Lee. I want to spend the rest of my life with you like this. Just with you. Forever." He moans against her neck.

"I love you, too. Forever." She tells him.

Letting her hands go, he hooks her ankles over his shoulders. The new angle allows the head of his cock to brush against her g-spot. Through blubbering and incoherent moans, he catches the three words that fuel his life.

His cock throbs, thickening to release himself inside of his woman. With a choked sob he grips onto her ankles.

"Lee. Fuck. I'm cumming!" He whines as she whimpers below him.

With a few more thrusts, he hips stutter as he groans long and low. He groans out his woman's name as ropes of cum lather her pussy.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

Pulling out of her gently, he lays down beside her. His arm wraps around her shoulders as she lays on his sweated chest.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Lee asks him as he kisses her temple.

"Going to pick you out a pretty dress for our Valentine's Day date." He whispers as he holds her tighter.

With a gasp, Jeongguk shoots up in his bed. A shaky hand reaches up to his cheeks, feeling the tears that seemed to have slipped in his sleep.

"Fuck!" He yells loudly, running his shaky hands through his hair.

Without a second thought, his hand reaches out for where his whisky would normally be before finding the water Y/N left for him.

He lets out a groan as he puts his hands over his eyes.

He can feel his heart hammering within his chest, his body coated in a thick sheen of sweat.

His mind races at a mile a minute. His eyes flit back and forth between his bare legs and the soaked bed sheets. He can barely register how high the sun is in the sky, berating the bedroom with its rays.

He promised Y/N he would get it together. He promised that he would stop drinking. But, he can't do it. He fucking can't.

With a sharp breath between his teeth, he grips his bedpost lifting himself out of the bed. The recently closed cut he adorns on his stomach is slowly healing but he has to get out of this house.

"You have to be fucking kidding me. You have to be. I can't. I fucking can't." He babbles aloud as he slowly and painfully puts on his clothes.

His chest is tight, breathing irregular. If he doesn't leave now, he's going to have a fucking panic attack or a heart attack.

With a grunt, he slips on a grey hoodie before slowly walking to the door. His hand glides over the wall, keeping him upright as he breaths raggedly from the pain.

He stops for a second to look at himself in the mirror. Wrinkled and disheveled is what greets him. Swallowing thickly, he grabs his gun off of the dresser by the door before weeping silently.

This is all too much. Why must he be haunted like this? Why can't he just be normal?

He wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie before opening the door. He peeks out, silence greeting him in the early morning.

Jimin took away his car keys but hot wiring is in his DNA. He needs a drink and to calm down.

"Ugh fuck." He groans as he leans against the familiar cherry blossom tree to support his weight. Unscrewing the cap to the Johnny Walker, he takes a sip before shivering at the burn.

"This is all your fault. I should be getting better for Y/N and the babies!" He cries out into the still air. He knows she wouldn't respond, but he needs to speak his mind or he might explode.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone. I wanted to surprise you but I was the one surprised when I got home." He chuckles darkly at his words before continuing to drink his whisky.

This is all too familiar now. The gnawing loneliness, the constant feeling of dread. He was doing so well and to fall off the bandwagon… Everyone would be disappointed.

He was the epitome of a mess. An absolute loser. He was spiraling into a hole that he would never be able to get out of.

"I need to get better!" He cries out as he shuts his eyes.

"I need to make sure that my family is safe! I'm the weak link!" He sobs into his hand.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he takes a deep breath before looking at the whisky bottle. The rage is quick, ricocheting through him like lightning. He throws the bottle against another close cherry blossom tree trunk before seething incoherently through his teeth.

His fingers card through his greasy hair before looking at the sun setting on the horizon.

"I have to be better." He whines.

It would be a sorrowful sight to anyone around. How this handsome man has been beaten down by his own mind. Turning him into a sack of flesh that he couldn't even recognize anymore.

"Jeon Jeongguk?" His head whips to the voice, drawing his gun and pointing it.

The delivery man holds up his hands, a white box in the left.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He barks out as he looks over the man's attire.

"I have a delivery for you." The man says holding out the package.

Raising an eyebrow, he grabs the box without a second thought.

"Can you sign this?" He asks Jeongguk gently.

"I'll shoot your dick off. Fuck off." He threatens.

The man looks him over before backing away and fleeing towards his moped.

"Yeah. I'm afraid of me too." He calls to the guy as he drives away without a glance back.

He shakes the box bringing it up to his ear. He didn't even think to ask what it was, how he found him in this random park, nothing.

Putting his gun back in its place, he opens the white flaps of the box. He can smell the familiar scent of his warehouse, wafting out of the box and his eyes widen.

"What the fuck?" He mutters before opening the box fully.

"Oh Jesus!" He yells as a hand and an eyeball greets him. His back presses hard against the tree as he groans. Gingerly he presses a hand to the wound on his stomach before a thin sheen of sweat envelops him.

Maybe it's the alcohol or the sudden surprise, but he turns his head to the side vomiting up the alcoholic contents in his stomach.

"Fuck. Jimin." He whispers as he hangs his head.

He makes his way back to his truck, throwing the box into the passenger's seat.

"What the fuck is going on around here?"

#the lion den #mafia!au #mafia!jeongguk #thebtswritersclub #btscreatorscorner #btswritingcafe #mafia!jimin

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Galactica, Chapter 77 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Violet had to come to terms with Sutan’s past. Courtney got whisked away for a luxury vacation. Fame enjoyed entertaining Juju and Detox’s youngsters.

This Chapter: Courtney tries something new, Sutan and Raja chat, Violet gets an intriguing invitation, Adore and Tati catch up on the hot goss, and Dahlia has an embarrassing run-in.

***

“See anything you like?”

Bianca had just dumped the contents of a canvas bag onto the bed, and was looking down at Courtney with a half smile, clearly waiting for some kind of response. Courtney blinked, her mind still a bit addled from drinking all day, wondering what those objects were.

“What are…” Courtney trailed off, heat creeping into her cheeks as it slowly dawned on her what she was looking at: a large and varied collection of colorful sex toys. She bit her lip, touching one of them, heart pounding.

“Well?” Bianca sat down beside her on the bed, a grin deepening her dimples as she watched Courtney’s face.

“Um...I guess I’ve always wondered what a vibrator’s like,” Courtney admitted, looking closer at the various toys, taking in their shapes and textures. “I’ve never actually tried one.”

“Never?” Bianca asked, and she sounded so incredulous that Courtney found herself blushing even more.

“Well, I...I lived with my parents, and then in college I had roommates, and...I dunno. Shut up.”

“You’re adorable,” Bianca said, kissing her cheek. “But, okay...anything you see that piques your interest?”

The good thing about the liquor still strong in Courtney’s blood was that it helped ease her self-consciousness. It allowed her to blurt out the first thought that came into her head, even looking boldly up at Bianca with a naughty expression.

“Why don’t you show me your favorite?” she asked, leaning back on her elbows.

Bianca held her gaze for a few seconds before nodding, grin deepening into a confident smirk.

“Alright.” She chose one of the toys, sweeping the rest off the bed. “This...is called a Magic Wand…”

She placed the toy between Courtney’s legs, the rounded, velvety-soft top just barely touching her. Courtney arched forward, trying to edge closer.

“Uh uh...not so fast, my love…” Bianca began to kiss down her throat, smiling into her skin as she listened to Courtney’s pained whimpers.

Everywhere Bianca touched her, Courtney felt tingles on her already heated skin, a hunger for more blooming inside her as she dug her fingers into Bianca’s shoulders. When Bianca’s lips ghosted over hers in a teasing kiss, she summoned the strength to grab her hair and pull her in closer.

“You ready, angel?” Bianca moved her hand down to the wand, the back of her fingers brushing against Courtney’s thigh as she gripped it tightly.

“Yes,” Courtney breathed, praying that whatever the toy did, it would relieve the unbearable pulsing between her legs, satisfy the ache spreading in her core.

“Okay…” With one last kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth, Bianca turned on the wand, and Courtney was immediately electrified by the quiet buzzing against her, a gasp leaving her lips. “You like that, baby?”

“Y-yes…oh god…” Courtney threw her head back, her hips thrusting up again and again, unable to get enough. “More...please…”

Bianca turned up the vibration, pressed the toy harder against her, and Courtney let out a moan, full-throated and shameless, unable to hold back.

“That’s right…” Bianca purred into her ear, shifting slightly, now using her own weight to press the toy against Courtney’s clit, freeing up her hands to wander higher, fingers skating over her skin.

Courtney squeezed her eyes tightly closed, thighs around Bianca’s hips, arching up to match her rhythm. And then, something incredible happened. First, Courtney heard Bianca’s breath begin growing ragged in her ear, felt her touch change from light and teasing to intense and urgent as she wrapped her hands around Courtney’s waist.

Her hips were rolling faster now, pressing Courtney down into the mattress, choked whimpers unlike anything Courtney’d heard from her before sounding from her throat. Courtney took Bianca’s face into her hands, wanting nothing more than to witness the look on her face as she came. She watched with rapt attention, positively enthralled by the way her eyes rolled back as her whole body shivered with pleasure. She brought her face closer, brushing their lips together, swallowing up her beautiful broken moans with kisses.

When Bianca’s hips finally stuttered and then stilled, she almost immediately started squirming uncomfortably.

“Too much,” she gasped, and Courtney somehow knew exactly what she was trying to say.

She reached down and pulled the toy out from between them, switching it off and then tossing it aside before wrapping her arms around Bianca once more, holding her close.

Courtney couldn’t help but feel like seeing her fall apart like this was a rare honor, in spite of the number of women she’d slept with. She took that privilege seriously, cradling Bianca in her arms, stroking her cheek lightly with a finger.

It was awhile before Bianca spoke again, clearing her throat, almost embarrassed. “Uh, I didn’t plan on that…”

“You’re so beautiful,” Courtney responded, placing a light kiss at the corner of her mouth.

Bianca bit her lip, and the look in her brown eyes seemed adorably vulnerable, almost self-conscious, as she curled back up in Courtney’s arms, for once at a loss for words.

***

“You know, I think we need a discussion about what constitutes an emergency,” Sutan tapped the side of the coffee grinder, pouring the last bit into the porta-filter, “Because you forgetting how to work your espresso machine isn’t one.”

“Oh shut up,” Raja groaned, and Sutan chuckled, clicking everything into place and turning the machine on. Raja was hungover, the wine glasses in the sink and the empty bottles telling their clear story of what his sister and Raven had gotten up to last night.

Raven had left for the gym, which was why Raja wallowed in her misery, but Sutan had to admit that it was kind of adorable, Raja so rarely giving into her brattier side.

“All I’m saying sister dear,” Sutan took the fresh cups of coffee, Raja always taking it black, and followed behind her into the living room, “is that I might hesitate the next time you claim to be in distress.”

“Please,” Raja dumped down on the couch, holding out a hand for her cup. “Like you’re ever going to not be there.”

Sutan sat down, a little ball of warmth happily nestled in his chest as Raja put her legs in his lap. He didn’t say it often, but he loved Raja so much that it hurt sometimes.

“Mmh,” Sutan took a sip of his coffee, the beans perfectly roasted. “Have you heard from Bianca?”

“No.” Raja didn’t elaborate, and Sutan had to hold back an eyeroll. Seemed like he shouldn’t tell Raja that he had been texting with Bianca, asking her to bring back a bottle (or several) of pitorro when he had learned that she was in Puerto Rico, not that he wouldn’t share said bottles with his twin if Bianca brought them back.

Sutan didn’t have any cards in the latest game of drama amongst his friends, his position as neutral as possible since he genuinely didn’t care about the girl Bianca was dating, her name already forgotten once again, but he had to admit that he had hoped the entire thing would have blown over already.

“Where’s Violet? Still asleep?”

“Work.” Violet had kissed him goodbye after breakfast, saying that she’d text him when she left the office, but being alone suited him fine since Sutan had actually planned to work himself before Raja had called, his fingers itching with the need to truly get going on launching Gigi as a model.

He leaned back, watching Raja take one of the wrapped chocolates from the crystal bowl on the couch table, the desire for sweets truly cementing his twin's hangover.

“Actually,” Sutan drummed his fingers on Raja’s shin, the lounge pants she was wearing the softest gray jersey. “Speaking of Violet...”

[Speaking of Violet what?]

Sutan had to fight not to shrink at Raja’s instant switch to Indonesian, the conversation suddenly that much more serious.

[Speaking of Violet...] Sutan bit the inside of his cheek, wondering for a moment if he should continue. [She apparently didn’t know that I have been married.]

[What?] Raja raised an eyebrow, disbelief thick in her voice. [Seriously?]

“Yup.” Sutan popped the P. [I think I figured she had googled me, read my wikipedia or just…] He could honestly not remember the last time he had dated a woman who didn’t already know all about him, who hadn’t dived into the catalogue of his past. [I don’t know if I should feel bad about it, or if-]

[Feel bad?] Raja huffed, taking a sip of her coffee. [Why on earth would you feel bad?]

[It seems like something I should have told her,] Sutan sighed, crossing his arms. [I’m always-] He cut himself off. He had wanted to talk about Violet’s past, about how jarring it felt each time he discovered another layer of the woman he was dating, but it didn’t feel right to tell Raja, didn’t feel like his story to tell. [Do you think we’re too self absorbed?]

[Who? Us?] Raja smiled, a teasing tone in her voice and Sutan nodded. He knew his world began and ended with Raja, that she and their friends had been at the center of his universe for literal decades.

[Yes.] Sutan thought he had loved some of his past girlfriends, had genuinely believed that there was something special there, but as he continued to get to know Violet, as they continued to grow closer, the feelings of his past faded at an alarming rate.

[Well brother dear, I’m not the one who assumed my girlfriend read my wikipedia.]

“Oh fuck off!” Sutan groaned, pushing Raja’s leg, making his twin sister laugh. [Don’t twist my words!]

[Never.] Raja smirked, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV.

***

Violet swiped her card, doing her best to balance as she opened the door to the design floor.

Galactica was completely empty, a single security guard on the ground floor the only other person she had seen. It reminded her of when she was an assistant, so many of her mornings starting before anyone else was even in the building.

Violet didn’t miss being an assistant, at least not really - what she was doing now so much more creatively fulfilling, but there had been a rhythm to being in Fame’s office, a way things were done that was easy to understand and to follow, Fame consistent and even predictable in her own way.

It was simply a matter of delivering perfection, and as someone who used to dedicate her life to ballet, she understood.

Violet maneuvered her way through the door, the new crossbody Yves Saint Laurent Sutan had gifted her for Christmas perfect for when she needed her hands on her crutches, the thin layer of ice outside treacherous terrain.

She had come in to print the pictures she had found of Raja at the MET, to get started on the folder she’d bring for the first meeting that was already plopped into her calendar by Ivy before the holidays.

She had a vague idea of a color palette, and she was pretty sure she had seen some stones in the warehouse that she could maybe use, but she knew she couldn’t move forward with sketches until she had physical samples of fabric.

Violet had expected the design floor to be empty, but the light was on, the sound of a sewing machine greeting her.

She paused, looking around the floor, closing the door behind her. “... Hello?”

“Chachki!” Violet looked over, only to see Bob sitting at Maxwell’s machine, a bright grin on his face. He was wearing a patterned sweater, a gigantic cup of coffee and a half-eaten blueberry muffin next to him. “Hi!”

“Hi?” Violet smiled, the fact that Bob seemed genuinely excited for her to be there filling her with warmth. She walked over, her curiosity too great to ignore. “I didn’t know you sewed.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” Bob smirked, pushing his tortoise shelled glasses onto his head. “I can’t sew like tailoring, or even you guys, but this apparently tore the last time I wore it.“

For the first time, Violet looked at the project Bob was working on. It appeared to be a gigantic almost Barbie-like orange dress, the size of it supporting Bob’s claim that it was his own dress.

“And Maxwell won’t be back from Seattle until tomorrow, so here I am, trying to put it back together.”

“Let me see,” Violet took a seat on the edge of Maxwell’s desk, putting her crutches aside to pick the costume up. The dress was a beautiful deep orange, silver thread woven into the fabric, it ended in a mermaid tail that had layers upon layers of orange feathers, and that was where the problem was, a tear going through two of the layers which had destroyed the integrity of the entire tail. “I can help.”

“You can?” Bob shot a quick look at her cast, and Violet had to fight not to roll her eyes.

“Yes.” She pushed out from the table, Bob getting up from his chair so Violet could take a seat.

Sure, it was bulky and annoying to work a sewing machine with a broken ankle, but it was all about swallowing the pain, which was something Violet excelled at.

“You know...” She grabbed the tray of needles, quickly flipping the tail so she could redo what Bob had done, his work adequate, but she prefered things her way. “I can’t wait for people to stop treating me like an invalid.”

Sutan had gotten better at it, her boyfriend almost believing her now when she said she could do something by herself.

“Sorry,” Bob grinned, the coffee cup in hand as he watched, “but hey, if you’re not an invalid, you should come see my show tomorrow.”

“Your drag show?”

Everyone at Galactica knew Bob did drag, his drag name - creatively enough - simply Bob the Drag Queen. Violet had never seen him in action, but Jovan had shown her pictures, and Blu had entertained her with the story of how Bob had made her snort vodka out of her nose. She had never been to a drag show, but during her time at school, both at the Ballet Academy and at Parsons, several of her fellow students had been big fans, a few of the guys even dabbling in drag themselves.

“Yeah! It’s going to be great!” Bob smiled. “Comedy, dance, the whole shebang.”

He was certainly selling it, and Violet would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about what Bob was like as a performer. “Can I bring Sutan?”

“Would I ever say no to that?”

“Then yes.” Violet smiled, “Yes, I’d like to go.”

***

“Ah!” Raven moaned, throwing her head back, her legs cramping and catching Raja’s hand between them, water and bubbles splashing over the edge of the tub as she came.

Raja grinned, pressing a kiss against Raven’s temple, her thumb slowing down to lazy circles over Raven’s clit, her other hand still pinching her nipple. “Hey princess.”

“Mmh,” Raven groaned, her eyes still closed, a sated smile blooming on her lips, her nails digging into Raja’s arm a little whine leaving her as Raja pulled her fingers out. “Fuck you’re good.”

“So I’ve been told,” Raja smiled, reaching out with her foot to turn the warm water back on.

It was rare for Raja to have time like this on her hands, to luxuriate in a bubble bath with Raven, to know that she didn’t have to hurry, that they didn’t have to be anywhere or meet anyone, and Raja loved it.

***

VIOLET: Bob has invited us to a drag show tomorrow

SUTAN: Bob who?

VIOLET: Bob from work

SUTAN: Tall?

VIOLET: Yes.

VIOLET: He’s performing. In the show

SUTAN: Cool. Sounds fun

SUTAN: I’m in! ;)

***

“Ughhhhhh…” Bianca whined, flopping heavily onto the bed. “Everything huuuurts.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Courtney giggled, climbing in after her.

At her beautiful girlfriend’s request, they’d spent a large part of the day going on a guided paddle boarding tour around a nearby lagoon. It was all very nice in theory...looking at sea creatures and enjoying the sunshine and fresh air, not to mention Courtney’s ass in skimpy bikini bottoms. But Bianca was just, simply put, not in the same shape as Courtney, and after trying to keep up with her all day, she felt like she’d been hit by a truck.

“I’m a little past my athletic prime, sunshine,” she said.

“Well, I think you did great,” Courtney said. She pressed a kiss to Bianca’s cheek, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Bianca offered only a grunt in response, making Courtney laugh and hold her tighter. The ruffles from her dress brushed against Bianca’s thighs as she slid her leg in between them, and while Bianca was not about to admit how good it felt to be wrapped up in an embrace, she did feel her muscles softening a little at her touch.

“I’m serious, it was very impressive…” Courtney added, then cooing, “My good girl…”

Bianca cracked open one eye. “Why do I feel like I’m being patronized?”

“Well…” At first, Courtney looked like she was going to deny it, but then she changed her mind, a charming smile spreading across her face. “Do you hate it?”

“Mmm...not completely,” Bianca admitted.

Courtney giggled again, holding her close. “So...do you want a special reward, for being such a good girl?” she asked.

“Yes. Alcohol.”

“We can do that,” Courtney laughed, nuzzling into her. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, how about we make tomorrow a spa day?”

“You got it.” Courtney pressed a kiss to her jaw, her lips lingering, arm tightening around her waist.

When Bianca breathed out a contented sigh, she felt Courtney smile against her skin.

“And also…”

“Yes?” Courtney asked, voice lilting teasingly.

“Use your imagination,” Bianca said, pushing her on her back, hand sliding up under her dress.

***

“Hi! Can you hear me?” Adore waved, grinning at the camera, her voice much louder than it needed to be. She wasn’t that much older than Tati, but she was an absolute Grandma when it came to technology.

“Guuurl omigod I have a headache like you wouldn’t believe. When are you back in town?” Tati asked, settling on her bed, iPad propped against her knees.

“I fly back in 2 days, why?” Adore asked, laughing.

“My cousins got the new PlayStation for Christmas and it’s been non-stop screaming and cursing from the den, which is like...literally the other side of my wall,” Tati moaned. “I was hoping I could crash with you in the city for a couple of days, at least until they go back to school.”

“Baby, you know you’re always welcome!” Adore said.

“Thanks. Tyra’s not coming back until after New Year’s and you know Morgan’s roommates are cunts about overnight guests. And Courtney...well, I’m not trying to set foot in that dungeon anytime soon.”

“Courtney might not be in the dungeon much longer,” Adore laughed, fluttering her lashes.

“Why? What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say that bae has my sister wrapped around her little finger,” Adore said. “I’ve actually never seen Bianca like this. And Courtney...well...she’s fucking gone, you already know that.”

“I do, I do,” Tati laughed. “Her posts have been...extremely extra. But you really think they’re gonna be breaking out the U-Haul so soon? Kind of a cliché, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know for sure. But it wouldn’t surprise me if Courtney was moving on up to a dee-luxe apartment in the sky sometime soon,” declared Adore.

Tati laughed. “Wow, and to think we knew her when…”

“Ha!” Adore snorted, some of whatever she was drinking coming out her nose.

“But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Any hot girls on the horizon?” Tati asked, raising one eyebrow suggestively.

“I mean, hopefully,” Adore chuckled, “But nobody’s made their presence known in my universe at the moment. Well, except this waitress that I proposed to the other day. But I think that affair is over.”

“Aww, RIP.”

“Yeah…” Adore’s smile faltered slightly and she sighed. “Honestly, it’s been a bit bleak.”

“You’ll find someone,” Tati insisted. “You’re like...the most lovable person on the planet.”

“Awww, thank you baby…” Adore’s grin returned in full force, and Tati grinned back at her.

“COCKSUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!” screamed one of her cousins.

“Sorry, when did you say you’re back?”

***

It had seemed like a sexy idea, in Dahlia’s head. Showing up at Pearl’s house after her shift, still in costume, with only a winter coat thrown over it. It probably could have been sexy, if Pearl was the one who answered the door.

Instead, as she posed in the doorframe, the door swung open to reveal a bald white guy wearing an Aloha shirt over a purple turtleneck.

Shit.

It somehow hadn’t occurred to Dahlia that Pearl’s roommates would be home up and about at this time of night. She immediately straightened up, hands going reflexively to the belt of her coat, making sure it was securely tied. The last thing she needed was a tit to fall out in front of this man.

“Um...hi,” he said, a slightly puzzled but still friendly smile on his lips. “I assume you’re a friend of Pearl’s?!

“Uh, yeah. Hi.”

“Come on in. I’m Trixie, by the way.” He opened the door to let Dahlia through, then gestured to a pretty blonde on the sofa, who was sitting in front of a TV that was paused in the middle of The Nightmare Before Christmas, her lap filled with some knitting project. “That’s Katya.”

Katya waved cheerfully, calling out, “Hi!” and then, “PEARLIE!”

“WHAT?!”

“COME OUT HERE!”

“Whaaaaaat?” After a few moments, Pearl’s bedroom door opened and she appeared, looking slightly disheveled and extremely hot in that just-woke-up way she had about her.

“Company,” Trixie informed her, and the pout faded from her lips as she spotted Dahlia.

“Oh, hey!”

“Can I take your coat?” Trixie asked kindly.

“No! Uhhh...I mean, no thanks. Sorry. I just…”

“Why don’t we hang out in my room?” Pearl suggested, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her sleepy bedroom eyes had a mischievous glint, promising an evening of fun.

“Okay,” Dahlia said, breathing a sigh of relief. Before she disappeared behind Pearl, she remembered to say, “Um, nice to meet you. Both.”

Trixie offered a still-slightly-puzzled wave as Pearl yanked her inside and shut the door firmly.

“Jesus. Sorry. I didn’t realize the’d be-”

“Whatcha got under the coat, pumpkin?”

Dahlia pursed her lips, amused at how Pearl had caught on so quickly to her game. “Well I...didn’t exactly change from work.”

“Show me.”

“Say please.” Dahlia smiled, fingering her belt.

“Please,” Pearl said immediately. She settled on the bed, leaning back to enjoy the show she so clearly expected. “Please show me…”

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White Book - Part 6

“Shin Megami Tensei Devil Children: White Book”

Game Summary / English Translation (Gameboy Color, 2001)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

This is a (mostly-complete) translation of the story portions of the game as well as a summary of story-related text in chronological order. Names and dialogue have been edited for easier reading. Scene locations are labeled using square brackets. I will be using default names for characters who can be renamed.

Part 6 - Hell & Heaven

[ Glacies Makai ]

[ Loch Village ]

The demons in the village provide Masaki with the following information:

The Angels are blockading the path to King Frost’s Palace.

Angels have taken over Kind Frost’s Palace.

Loch Village is next to be attacked by Angels and the Demons are preparing to flee.

[ Fairville Village ]

The demons in the village provide Masaki with the following information:

Frost Town was overtaken during the Angel invasion.

An entire army of Angels has occupied the Frost Palace.

A Demon named Dian Cecht is doing research in the Abyss.

[ Ice Caves ]

With the road to the Palace blocked by Angels, Masaki must use the path through the Ice Caves. Masaki speaks to the Frost guarding the entrance:

Frost: “Hee-Ho! Who goes there, Ho? Hee-Oh! You’re Masaki; the King’s messenger told me about you, Ho! You are permitted to pass, Ho!”

[ King Frost’s Palace ]

As Masaki exits the Ice Caves into the Palace, an Angel guard notices him:

Principality: “Halt, intruder! I will end you!”

Battle versus a Prince. When Masaki wins:

Principality: “Aah… so you’re a Devil Child…!”

The Principality disappears. Masaki proceeds until he encounters another guard:

Samigina: “Hmph, Devil Child.”

Samigina: “I am the commanding Officer of Heaven’s Army—Samigina.”

Masaki: “Yeah, and so you should be commanding Angels in Heaven. Can you all, like, get out of Makai and leave the Demons alone? That’d be great, thanks.”

Samigina: “You disrespectful little—! I will show you the power of Heaven’s Army and you shall be the one who is ejected from Makai!”

Battle versus Samigina. When Masaki wins:

Samigina: “You may have won this round, but how long will it be until you fall? You will fall—and Makai will become the domain of Angels!”

Clay begins to transform:

Clay: “Ah? Master! My entire being is burning with overflowing power!”

Clay’s rank increases to Hell Chimera.

Masaki continues onwards until he finds King Frost.

King Frost: “Hee-Ho! Masaki, you came to save us, Ho! The Angel’s army has taken over Glacies Makai, Ho!”

Masaki: “Yeah; they’re trying to eliminate all the Demons. But, I’m not going to let that happen—I’ll protect your world!”

Setsuna and Mirai enter.

King Frost: “Hee-Ho! Setsuna and Mirai are here too, Ho?”

Setsuna: “Hey Masaki! Good job taking out that commanding officer—the Angels are retreating for now.”

Masaki: “But they’ll be back. As Devil Children, we can fight them to protect Makai, but…”

Setsuna: “…that won’t stop them entirely. Those zealots will never give up trying to destroy Makai.”

Mirai: “That’s true. I think our best course of action is to infiltrate Heaven and discover the exact details of their plan, so we can be prepared to counteract their attempts.”

Masaki: “Yeah; uncover their master plan…”

Setsuna: “Good thinking, Mirai! We need someone who knows how to get to Heaven…”

Setsuna: “Hey—you’re friends with an Angel Child, Masaki. Can you try asking him about that?”

Masaki: “Yeah, Takaharu…”

Setsuna: “Go find him—Mirai and I will ask around as we patrol Makai. Good luck!”

Mirai: “Yeah, keep up the good work Masaki! Remember—we Devil Children are not bound by fate; we make our own futures! See ya later!”

Masaki can talk to the Demons in this area for new dialogue:

King Frost: “Hee-Ho, be careful in Heaven, Masaki! It’s no place for Demons, Ho!”

Dian Cecht: “Hello young man, I am Dian Cecht. Did the medicine I made help your friend?”

Masaki now needs to go back to Earth to find Takaharu.

[ Harajuku – Makai Gate ]

As Masaki leaves the Gate, he encounters Takaharu:

Takaharu: “Whoah—we almost ran into each other! You look like you’re in a hurry!��

Masaki: “You too! Is something wrong? I came here because the Angels are invading Makai!”

Takaharu: “The Angels… invading… Makai…? Huh? Why?”

Masaki: “That’s what I’m trying to figure out! Takaharu—you gotta help me out with this, bro!”

Rei: “He is a Devil-blooded mongrel, my liege! You need not give this worthless creature a moment of your time!”

Clay: “Watch your tongue, Rei—you speak of my Master! And you would truly ignore your Demon brethren in their darkest hour, unheeding their cries for help!?”

Rei: “Don’t think you and I hold the same status, Clay! I am different—I am the chosen Partner of the Angel Child! And you—lowly scum—serve the Devil Child…”

Clay: “You wretched traitor! I will humble you—”

Takaharu: “Rei! Shut up!”

Masaki: “Calm down, Clay! We’re not here to fight!”

Clay: “SILENCE, MASTER. I will put an end to this interfering wretch!”

Rei: “Ooh? The violent dog is pulling at its leash, willing to bite its own Master…”

Rei: “I will enjoy putting down a rabid dog like you! Come, Clay—meet your fate!”

Battle versus Rei. (Implied Masaki and Takaharu were talking and ignoring the two Partners as they fought):

Takaharu: “…you need to get to Heaven, you say? Hmm… I have an idea!”

Takaharu: “There’s a Circle Gate connected to Heaven on the top of Harajuku Tower. I’ll tell the guards on the first floor that you’re my guest and they’ll let you in.”

Rei: “This isn’t finished, Clay! Next time, I won’t lose!”

[ Harajuku Tower ]

Masaki and Clay enter the building:

Clay: “Harajuku Tower… The Gate is located here?”

Masaki proceeds through the building and finds the Gate. When he steps on the Gate, he is transported to a new world…

[ Heaven – Transparent Maze ]

Masaki exits the Gate and proceeds forward, where he encounters an Angel:

Uriel: “Halt! Foolish Child with the power of Devils… you think you can simply walk into Heaven?”

Masaki: “You mean like how the Angels are ‘simply walking into’ Makai? Uh, yeah—I do what I want. Seems you Angels have the same attitude as me.”

Uriel: “The power of Devils is neutralized in Heaven—you cannot fight us here. Do you still plan on entering? Do you not believe me? Then dare take a step forward and see the proof yourself.”

Masaki can choose to step forward or wait.

If Masaki chooses ‘wait’:

Uriel: “Wise choice. Now go home, child.”

The dialogue will repeat if Masaki tries again.

If Masaki chooses ‘step forward’ (continues story):

Masaki steps forward and falls into the void below…

Uriel: “Foolish child. Those with the power of Devils cannot step foot in Heaven—they will fall into the eternal prison we created for your ilk.”

[ End of Part 6 ]

#Shin Megami Tensei #Shin Megami Tensei Devil Children #SMTDCWBGBC

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some more fun hcs about delphine [mc 1.... closest 2 my heart since ive used her in various settings for a While]! it’s a little long so im slapping it under a cut but its all sfw and all very much in good fun.

you know, mostly. i only really got two headcanons down and one is brief/about michael and the other is about pets in the devildom

- can and will fight michael do you think they saw the angel/anni event and were ok with it? yeah? no! just going to kick him hard enough in the shin to....... probably bust their own foot but its FINE

- has an approximate accumulated f*ckton of devildom native and possibly (definitely) magical pets

[The list:

Sosig / Sausage - Hellhound - Gift from Beelzebub!:

A beast of considerable size and [reportedly] god awful temperament, bearing charcoal fur and the lingering [faint] scent of sulphur. More vulpine than canine, their frames are typically gaunt, with the flames that fuel their bodies licking out from the ends of their tails, their ankles and wrists [on their normal quadrupedal legs], the inner portions of their ears [leaving them at a disadvantage when it comes to hearing], their somewhat visible / open ribcage, and the corners of their mouth.

Despite this general introduction, hellhounds are wildly varied and have a number of breeds and variations in recent history, typically intended for one of three purposes.

Companionship - These hellhounds are typically smaller in stature and less sturdy, with a tendency to bond strongly to one or two masters [with some consideration/leeway for those close to their master: See- Cerberus]. Arguably the most docile of any class of hellhound, they are still dangerous if not raised correctly, and have a nasty bite. Though not a true classification and with no formal means of training a hound to do so naturally, some companion hellhounds serve as a psuedo service dog, heavily attuned to the needs and potential problems unique to their primary master. This isn’t to say that they are an alternative to service animals, or anywhere near as well trained, *of course*, but the devildom is hardly the safest place for a regular human realm animal; And sometimes, you’ve just got to work with what you’ve got.

Sport / Show - Typically very much breed standard. While raised to tolerate handling and grooming, these traditionally built hellhounds are temperamental at best and borderline terrifying when their willful nature comes in direct conflict with a demonic handler who bit off more than they can chew. Heavily regulated, and typically owned by the elite.

Protection - The devildom is dangerous, and nobody is questioning that. Demons with a knack for animal handling [or demons who can afford to hire someone skilled with animals, of course!] breed and train these creatures to guard many things; People, places, objects, etc. They’re typically territorial and hard to train as a rule, as one cannot allow for a beast such as this to be tempted by treats or good petting from *anyone*, yfm?

Sausage is a bit of a mixed bag. Born from protective stock and bought by Beelzebub after overhearing Mammon trying to convince Lucifer to get Delphine/my mc a pet [who lays eggs, we’ll get there, that he can sell for a massive profit]. Being the youngest present brother at the time, anything capturing his interest other than food is both welcomed and encouraged in an attempt to positively reinforce him to not put the devildom at risk of a famine.

Delphine unintentionally raised this brick house of a hellhound puppy into a sort of in-between of companion and protector, with him being very social, very sweet, and *fairly* defensive and willful if things aren’t going his way. He’s typically the one to step in most successfully to motivate her to move around [yes, moreso than the brothers!] and do her day to day tasks, and is probably the best way to find out if something’s wrong with her-- Past being able to just kind of drag her off due to their size differential, his general wit and ability to communicate his needs and wants have led to unexpected food deliveries, blankets spread over her shoulders, and human world medicines arriving a few days before she shows any real signs of illness that she can see.

He’s also spoiled as all get out. If you’re sharing a bed/couch/blanket/etc with her, you can bet Sausage is soon to follow. Sorry, Mammon! He loooves table scraps and is almost as bad as Beel when it comes to eating things he shouldn’t [and looking too cute to be scolded about it too heavily].

Rocky - ... That’s just a rock, dude. - Gift from Belphegor:

It’s really hard to tell if Belphegor is messing around when he presents Delphine with a rough hewn black rock bearing two googly eyes, a pair of hilariously out of place crystalized horns, and a pair of similarly out of place crystal wings, but I swear on all things unholy, he’s doing it for a reason.

Though not... Really sentient, initially, Rocky just needs a good, possibly year long charging. Soulstones are sort of... Weird, in that they are inert and lifeless for as long as they remain with the boulders from which they are harvested. but typically-- After being exposed to a single party’s magical runoff and signature for a year or so-- absorb enough energy to come to life, their coloration and mineral makeup adjusting to fit the nature of the being they owe their life to. Delphine’s takes the form of a celestine and blue goldstone peryton; A winged stag. With crystalized wings and antlers, Rocky would almost look majestic; If it weren’t for the fact that the googly eyes have remained a feature that she has never been able to figure out how to remove. Soulstones are typically quiet observers, not requiring active care to thrive but delighting in contact [especially immediately post spell casting or magic use]. They are attuned to the needs of their magic bound masters, and typically exude an air of-- if not positive-- reassurance.

In Delphines Little Canon Divergence Corner, it’s likely that rocky coming into her care is one of the first of many attempts at reconciliation that Belphegor makes with her post chapter 16; And it honestly really, really sets him back, like, even when she returns to the human realm. Forgotten but included in her luggage, it’s a few weeks into her settling down on Earth that she finds the dinky little stone, and an overload of magic-- Possibly emotionally sourced, possibly due to unresolved tension/a discussion that never got to happen because he was being a little jerk about it-- sets off the transformation, which occurs overnight.

She recognizes the little stone figure when it approaches her in the morning, and one of her first texts about it is a simple, succinct “WTF” + an image attachment sent to Belphegor, specifically in the dead of night with the intention to wake him.

Henry “Pogchampion” 6.0, 7.0, and 8.0, A.K.A: “Pip! Minette! Beans!” - Infernal rats - Gift from Leviathan:

A note: If you don’t care for rats or you’re more familiar with their popular association with illness or disease/classification as vermin, and are only capable of thinking of them in that context, I don’t care. I am specifically talking about rats in the context of them being pets-- And good pets, at that. If you want to talk about how much you wish they were dead/didn’t exist, thats not my problem. Just don’t do it on a post discussing them as a pet, or I will block you!

Anyway!

Leviathan is probably the most appropriate person for them to get pet recommendations from, but her asking never winds up a necessity; When he finds out that he’s got another pet enthusiast in the house, he’s *all* about it, and when he finally [very unsubtly] weasels his way into the information he needs, he gets them to come along with him to what’s supposed to be a routine supply trip for Henry that just *CAN’T* be accomplished online. It’s a trip to *a* shop, but not what she’s expecting, especially when she gets to meet a handful of very curious, very playful, larger than a medium sized dog mice and rats. These guys are very much pests turned pets, with a small niche of hobbyists raising them and breeding them for temperament and overall health and disease resistance. Very social and very intelligent, they tend to thrive best in groups if one is not devoting all of their time to them as an individual. The type Leviathan recommends are on the smaller side, with cloudy, soft fur and sweet temperaments. And massive teeth, nubby horns, spade tipped tails, and very large, typically bony or leathery wings.

Levi is... Probably the one who wanted them, really. They get a little big, and tend to like to roughhouse, and they chew like nobody’s business-- And while he can’t risk his figures or merch or other Otaku Trappings or wires for everything in his room, he *CAN* risk Delphine’s. Plus, Sausage needs a friend, right? Or three?

They pick up three, all of whom are sisters, and all of whom on paper are named Henry “Pogchamp”, 6.0, 7.0, and 8.0, since he *is* technically the one paying for them and at least gets to do that much. Even when they start being named Pip, Minette, and Beans, in casual conversation, he can still hold on to the fact that they’ll always be Henries in his heart of hearts.

Sausage loves them to bits, for the record, but their interactions tend to be supervised/very brief even without the worry of him being able to harm any of them due to the general (and very appropriate) ill advisement of large predators interacting with smaller prey animals. It’s cute, sure, but it can be dangerous, and Delphine (and Levi, to a lesser extent, because he’s using the excuse of them being friends to keep Lucifer off of his ass for adding another animal to her menagerie) isn’t about to risk it.

Sweets - .... A black cat? That glitters? - Gift from Satan and Asmodeus:

Small, sleek, and independent, Sweets is probably the pet people see the least of all of Delphine’s little collection-- Though that doesn’t mean she’s not well loved. A pet project between Satan and Asmodeus, Sweets isn’t *technically* a cat; They’re a being comprised of shadow, somewhat similar in nature to a familiar without the connotation of them technically being a demon slash demonic. Who just so happens to have been enchanted to appear like and generally function in their day to day life as a cat. That sparkles, the only concession Satan was willing to grant Asmodeus in return for his help obtaining the materials necessary to create the little beast (and in return for him taking the heat when Lucifer inevitably got pissy about it). Given its unique nature, very little is actually known about the little being of shadow past basic care and assumptions based on its generally feline behavioral patterns. The rats scare the hell out of it, however, and it tends to be out of sight except when called, hiding in shadows and only occasionally emerging on its own.

... Oh, and be careful. Satan hasn’t told Del yet, but it seems that the belly rubs this shadowy kitty offers tend to bite off more than they can chew if they’re not careful. Asmodeus thinks its horrible. Who wants a pet with a massive maw of teeth in their stomach? Satan desperately wants to use this quirk in Sweets’ nature for a prank. Delphine already knows, but is playing dumb for the sake of faking surprise when its formally revealed.

Elysia - Gilded Crow - Gift from Lucifer and Mammon:

SO, i”M going to keep this short because i’ve been writing this for several hours at this point on and off and i really really want to be ready for my dinner when its ready, but!

Elysia is a sort of... Special circumstance. Literally. Devotees to Mammon-- And yes, there *are* people who think he’s a legitimate demon lord, the only people really allowed to treat him like garbage are his brothers and a few choice officials too strong to be eradicated as any lesser demon might have been-- with a background in magical augmentation specifically enchanted this line of crows to reflect that which is most valued by their Lord; Riches. They’re technically not legal due to their status as something of an organic money generator, but a select few in a small flockare kept under the watchful eyes of the Demon Lord and his immediate family, and those who have been trusted by his family members. This is where Lucifer comes in.

Understandably, Mammon is not allowed to have care of his flock, though he certainly wouldn’t be the worst at caring for them. He’d just also be selling their products illegally, and you can’t have that!

Elysia wears a small enchanted band comprised of dull, unimpressive iron-- The kind of thing Mammon would neither notice nor have interest in. This band is enchanted, and serves as a sort of storage space for any of Ely’s dropped organic components. Talons, feathers, eggs-- Everything is automatically absorbed into the band, rendering the bird borderline useless outside of being a gorgeous pet, and a gigantic nuisance.

Lucifer hates to admit it, but he really is a fan of the large, intelligent, gorgeous creature; And Mammon thinks it’s really funny to teach her to take shiny things (like grimm, loose jewelry, gum wrappers, etc), even past the sentimental value of the bird itself and what her kind represents to him.

Delphine adores her, too, and is about as good an influence on her as Mammon is-- Teaching her to speak, in some capacity, simply by repeating certain words or phrases to herself as she does things in the day to day, especially during feeding time. It’s all fun and games, until this pretty golden bird calls Lucifer a ‘motherf*cker’ while she thinks he’s out of the room while visiting with Diavolo for an update on her health.

#long #obey me #obey me mc #obey me mc headcanon #obey me headcanons

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HIYA! This is me ✨ anon! I was about to sleep when you posted this gajshsjs better do it fast- Okay so, I would like a romantic match-up for Akatsuki no Yona and Haikyuu! I dont think I'll be able to summon those other emojis so I would like music box and jewellery box uwu. My nickname is Oya! I am a female with long straight black hairs and black eyes and I wear glasses. I am smol, 160cm, and a bit on the chubby side :"). I am a INTP-T so this shows I am an introverted person. ✨(1/2)✨

I also have trust issues so its really hard for me to open up to new people but once I get to know them I'll never leave their side. I also have anger issues so I bust out at the wrong time hahaha. I love to sleep, eat and be lazy all day doing nothing. If something interests me I would get obsessed with it. I have a disliking towards dogs because of some encounters in the past TvT. Just a little fun fact- sometimes I purr like a kitty 🐯. ✨(2/3)✨ (me made a little mistake I think-)

In a relationship, I would place loyalty and trust over everything else! Oh and I just saw that do you own many plants? Damn my house has like its own garden on the roof. Thanks for this and remember to always take care of yourself and stay safe 🌸 ✨(3/3)✨

♡︎ matchup for ✨anon

howdy! i'm so glad you made it on time. i really hope you enjoy your matches!

akatsuki no yona: i match you with . . .

shin-ah !!

• i know you two sound too similar to be matched but i promise once you come to trust each other the result is the most beautiful !!

• as an intp-t you are easy-going, have rich imagination and don't need extravagant objects in your life to feel happy. i am 100% sure Shin-ah would love these qualities in a lover.

• also, you need not look further for someone loyal and trustworthy because Shin-ah is the perfect example of those traits. no one will cherish you like he does. for you he'd go to the moon and back ♡︎

• he's a little difficult to understand sometimes but over time you learn to read his body language and tone of voice to determine how he's feeling. your bond exceeds the limits of words. it is something much deeper, almost spiritual.

• your relationship development was no doubt a long road, seeing as both of you were rather guarded at first, but i believe it was something that also brought you together.

• before you were ready to join the rest of the gang by the fire during dinners, you would sit by yourself. Shin-ah, being a shy boy but also knowing you were on your guard, began slowly sitting closer to you every time. it was little things like that which made you become closer.

• you grew together very naturally, respecting each others' boundaries until there were almost none between you two (o´ω`o)

• it's so lovely how you're always by each others side, not perhaps always talking but doing things like napping, eating and walking side-by-side. anybody can see what a cute couple you make.

• i'm telling you he's in love with how much passion you have for your interests. when you're telling him about all the plants you like or a crazy dream you had he'd mostly be quiet, hanging on your every word.

• but sometimes you'll catch him with a small smile or muttering "tell me more". you're like his own ray of sunshine

• once to explain it to him, i think he'll be fairly good at understanding your outbursts. he lived with Ao for a long time and knows when someone is under pressure.

• he'll try his best to help you. he has a very calm energy so being about him definitely has a good influence. will very gently reach out to you to get you away from your source of anger. "Oya, let's go."

• giving you his fluff when you're cold !! if you invite him to snuggle up to you, might catch a glimpse of him holding back tears before turning away to wipe them off.

• and speaking of, napping with Shin-ah is the best experience you can ask for: he's so soft and warm, and sometimes he'll hold onto you in his sleep like a small child— gets teased by Jae-Ha about it later shhh

• poor bby gets a little insecure when someone's flirting with you or even having your attention for a little too long :( if you're comfortable with it then he just subtly sulks in the background but if not then he'll be by your side in a second to ward off the character.

• when you're feeling shy or uncomfortable he'll either pull you close to hide within his fluff or pet your head. though he doesn't speak much, his actions speak for themselves.

• he brings you flowers and puts them in your hair. the contrast of your dark hair and light petals make it look like you have a tiny garden on your head, it makes Shin-ah's heart flutter to the point you can see his blush ♡︎

• your dates include romantic moonlit walks in a forest, firefly viewing, napping, making flower crowns and exploring new towns you travel to !!

♫︎ music box

— Dandelions by Ruth B.

— Talk To Me by Cavetown

— Lost In You by Khai Dreams

— Sunshine by Keaton Stormberg

— Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab

♡︎ runner up: Jae-ha

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

lev haiba !!

• i know for a fact Lev would l o v e your innovative and curious way of thinking as an intp-t !! also you're chill but don't open up much at first so that raises his curiosity towards you.

• you were classmates but hung around in too different circles to interact properly until . . . you both fell asleep in the same class. the teacher sent you to the corridor to think about your actions.

• while you were feeling embarrassed, Lev was a little cranky that his nap was interrupted and how sleepy he still was. he told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about since it was school in the first place that made you tired.

• despite your differences in personality (and you finding him kind of intimidating), Lev was super friendly and kept talking about volleyball and asking you questions. even afterward he came to talk to you because he honestly found you so pretty and smart and wanted to get to know you more ♡︎

• you soon noticed it was easy to trust him but it wasn't until another while that he asked you out. of course, he wanted to do it sooner but both Kuroo and Yaku said to make sure you were completely comfortable with him first.

• he brought you over to watch when they were having a practice match with Fukurodani. it was great.

• "Oya? " "Oya oya?" "Oya oya oya." i'm sorry i had to

• mate, you guys have over a 30cm height difference !! it's almost a second nature for this boy to pick you up, hug you and spin you around. you drown in his jersey but you know he loves it.

• you don't have to worry about hurting him when getting angry: sunshine boy lets it go easily. he'll only focus of making you feel better by joking around. "it's okay, Oya! compared to Yaku-san you're an angel!"

• when he first heard you purring he was like (´•ω•`)? but then changed to ((っ･ω･)っ lemme hold you you're too cute asdfghjk

• but you know he can be such a blabbermouth sometimes. when he's with the rest of the Nekoma team he can't help but talk about you. how excited you are about your interests, how adorable you are when you're napping, the list never ends, oh dear (¯∇¯٥)

• the boys can't decide whether it's cute or cringe that he has like a hundred pictures of you on his phone and his phone's background is a selfie of the two of you with edited cat ears and whiskers.

• spoiler: it's cute af and it makes him grin everytime he looks at it

• if there aren't any upcoming exams or games you meet up every saturday just to laze around and take it easy. when he gets stressed or is under the weather so being with you is the perfect relief.

• during a particularly rough week he'll complain what sounds like every second of the day. he'll be very whiny and touchy with you until and if you tell him to stop. but at least please hold his hand on your way home !!

• you do dumb but cute stuff together while hanging out like competing who can fit more popcorn in their mouth or doing the duck face with pringles chips and see who will laugh first (it's Lev)

• he can't remember all the types of plants you own so he names them himself. whenever he comes over he'll wave at them and call them something like Tom, Jeffrey or RedWheels666 lol

• a very fulfilling relationship: you provide the down-to-earth approach and the braincells while Lev is the social daredevil that is spontaneous enough for both of you.

• dates with the two of you include stay-at-home dinners with movies, cosy blanket and cuddles, karaoke nights, walks in the park and by ponds as well as visits to zoos and aquariums !!

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you:

when you went on a school trip to a beach resort and after a long day of playing beach volleyball and hanging out with friends you two sneaked out to walk along the beach. you were sharing some snacks and chatting away. it was the first time you truly opened up to him. he remembers watching you smile so wide, so beautifully and being absolutely whipped.

— favourite activity to do together:

as much as he l o v e s napping with you, Lev's favourite activity together is, in fact, training. sounds strange, i know, but you don't even have to be athletic or do anything at all, he just likes having you there because you motivate him to do his best. you joke around, and count his pushups—if you're in a gym everyone else is jelly.

— favourite place to kiss you:

your stomach and cheeks. sometimes he challenges you to tickle fights just so he can peck your face with kisses or your belly. they're so soft he can't resist ♡︎

— favourite nicknames to call you by:

baby, because i know he just would. also your nickname and bean because that's what he called you before he knew your name so now it's a running gag between y'all.

— favourite thing about you:

probably that you're just as curious as him about your surroundings. it means that you join in when he gets excited over something instead of scolding him. you also don't mind his blunt nature and know he means well ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Hajime Iwaizumi

there you go! thank you for the sweet words, i do try taking care though sometimes it's hard (✿^‿^) don't forget to take time off for yourself, dear ♡︎

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To the Ends of the Earth 17

A/n: Supernatural AU. OOC Gabriel

Link to Chapter 16

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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Gabriel did not let go of you for a good five minutes. You were not about to argue about it either. This had been the first bit of physical affection that the two of you had shared is some time.

After a few moments longer, Gabriel finally let go of you. He glanced over his shoulder at Amelia, who was not even looking up. The kid was too busy building her mud pies or whatever she was doing. Gabriel smirked. The kid reminded him too much of you as a child. Sometimes it was like looking in a gigantic mirror!

“Hey kid, why don’t you go inside and clean up?”

Gabriel said with a smile. Amelia nodded before standing up and dusting off her dirty pants.

“Okay, I am really dirty anyway. My daddy is going to have a cow.”

Gabriel partly wished that he could see Sam’s face when the kid walked in with mud and dirt all over her.

The amused feeling vanished as Gabriel remembered what he had to talk to you about. This wasn’t going to be a good conversation in the slightest.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.”

Your happy smile quickly vanished and was replaced by that serious expression that Gabriel wished that he never had to see. He liked making you smile. This look was the furthest thing from a smile imaginable.

“Gabriel, I don’t like conversations that start like this.”

You said. It was the truth too. It seemed like every time Gabriel talked to you with this particular tone something was going straight to hell in a giant dumpster fire.

Gabriel looked at you sympathetically.

“Sugar, I was talking with Dean. We both had thought that it would be a good idea for me to keep an eye on Raphael. It seems like he is taking up making some friends around here. When I say friends, I mean other angels that have been on earth for a long time. I’m going to be gone for a few weeks...I don’t want….”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

You snapped. Gabriel sighed. He didn’t say anything for a moment. In fact, you didn’t give him a chance to get a word out. Gabriel only looked at you with that annoyed expression that he seemed to be wearing a lot more lately.

“Where was I in this conversation? Why am I never considered? I’m supposed to be your wife and I am always left out in the cold on these decisions! It's like you are just fine talking to my brothers and Cas more than me. Would you just prefer it if you kept me locked at home all barefoot and pregnant or something? I’m not some 1950’s housewife that is just going to sit around and wait for you to come home! This is insane Gabriel! Every time you go anywhere near your psycho brothers you come back not in the condition that you left in! You are just getting your grace back to 100% and now you are going back after them...this is insane!”

Gabriel gave you an innocent shrug.

“First off, barefoot and pregnant? Who the hell says that? Second, gross. You know I want nothing to do with children. Amelia is fine. She isn’t ours! We can play with her then send her back to Sam when we get sick of her. Third, I don't want you to be a stereotypical housewife. I like you the way you are. It's what I love the most about you...even though you can be difficult. Now that my grace is back, it would be the best time. Nothing is going to happen this time, Y/n.”

You shook your head wanting to sit down and hold your head in your hands.

“Then let me go with you. You know that I can hold my own in a fight.”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Not happening. I won’t be able to keep my thoughts where they will need to be. I will be worrying about you the whole time. That is how people get killed.”

You muttered something about being a big girl and not needing to be watched over all the time.

“Yes, you do and you are not going. That’s my final word.”

Gabriel said, taking on his “archangel” tone. You looked at him coldly before turning and storming back toward the bunker’s entrance. In a few hours, you would regret not kissing him goodbye or saying “I love you” at the moment, however, you wanted to kick the archangel in the shins.

“I think that I am going to form my own country and declare war on you and Dean!”

“Y/n…”

Gabriel started but stopped when you held your hand up.

“You aren’t going to listen to me anyway. I am just wasting my breath. Be ready to get a declaration of war notice...hope you and your new best friend forever Dean are up to it.”

You stormed into the bunker without another word.

Storming into the kitchen, you froze seeing Amelia looking at a gooey pancake that Sam put in front of her.

“Daddy this is gross.”

Sam looked up with a sigh and immediately knew what was wrong.

“Hold that thought, sweetheart.”

Sam said, petting Amelia’s head and turning to face you.

“I see Gabriel talked to you.”

Your eyes flickered in your older brother’s direction. Sam’s face was wary as he gave you a sympathetic expression.

“I see you knew about it too. I’m declaring war on you also.”

You snapped. Sam frowned.

“I said that he was wrong to handle this the way that he is.”

You stopped dead in your tracks and was silent for a moment. Sam was on your side. Good old Sam! You could help but be thankful for him at the moment. It was always Sam that stuck up for you when Dean treated you like a kid. Sam wanted to make sure that you had equal say in whatever the situation was.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You said softly. Sam shook his head.

“You don’t have to apologize. I know that you get sick of being treated like a little kid.”

You nodded, coldly. That was an understatement! You were beyond sick of being treated like a child. This was the perfect opportunity to throw your feelings up in Gabriel’s face. He hated when his older brothers treated him like that kid in the family now here he was doing the same thing to you!

“I really do. Sam, do you think that I am a capable hunter?”

Sam nodded, looking over his shoulder making sure that Amelia was busy with her coloring and not paying attention to the conversation at hand.

“You know I do.”

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around Sam’s waist. He didn’t wait before wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/n, I know that you can handle almost anything that comes your way. I also know that Gabriel and Dean are trying in some annoying way to protect you too. It doesn’t mean that you should be sidelined to the kids table though.”

“All Gabriel and Dean want me to do is sit around here and play den mother. Normally I don’t mind but today I am extra pissy!”

Sam chuckled.

“Want me to take you out for ice cream?”

You stubbornly nodded. Sam smiled before turning back to Amelia who was looking up at ice cream.

“I wanna come.”

She said with a pouty expression that mirrored her father’s. You smiled at your niece before motioning her forward.

“Well, come on, sweetheart.”

Half an hour later, you sat nibbling on what was left of your ice cream cone. Amelia was halfway through a very messy hot fudge cake. You smirked as Sam sat the napkin that he was holding down in clear defeat of keeping Amelia’s white shirt clean.

“She eats like Dean.”

You said with a smile. Sam shook his head with a loud sigh.

“She is a lot like her world's okayest uncle.”

Glancing around the restaurant, you couldn’t help but notice several sets of eyes starring in your direction. You tried to keep the obviousness of the situation under control as you gazed at the multiple being looking in your direction.

“Angles.”

You muttered. Sam looked up.

“What?”

You looked around the room again discreetly before focusing your attention on your older brother.

“There are a shit ton of angels here. 1 guess as to who they are after.”

Sam didn’t even have to respond. He knew. It was you. Michael and Raphael had made it clear to any angel that you were hit number 1.

“Do you have your angel blade?”

Sam whispered. You nodded, not even having to feel for the weapon at your side. Glancing down to Amelia, you muttered fuck. This was going to be a hell of a way from your niece to figure out that angels were real and weren’t always the good guys.

“Make sure that she doesn’t peek.”

Sam nodded before leaning down and whispering something into his daughter’s ear. His eyes rolled back to yours.

“I’ve got your back.”

You nodded before stepping out of the booth. Pretending to be unaware of the danger at hand, you walked to the restaurant door. You stopped and looked out into the pleasant Kansas sunny afternoon. After taking a few deep breaths, you returned to the counter where the owner stood counting money.

“Can I get you something?”

He asked, casually. You nodded.

“A glass of water, please.”

As he went to the soda machine to fill up the cup in hand you slowly felt for the revolver in the back of your jeans.Angel killing bullets...check

“So do you have insurance on this place?”

You asked. The owner shook his head.

“Nah, nothing ever happens here.”

“Too bad.”

You muttered before taking a sip of your water. After a few more moments of silence, you turned to the angels casually sitting about the place.

“Hello, you bunch of holy fuckers. I am Y/n Winchester and I am here to deport you right back to heaven where you belong.”

As soon as the words left your lips, an angel had a hold of your hand. It took you all of two seconds to sink the angel blade into the chest of the being. After the angel was dead you turned to face a few others that were stepping closer to you.

“Oh look, you brought your friends.”

You muttered as Sam took out a few angels to your left. You reached behind you taking out your revolver and blasting the angel killing bullets into the others.

“Sam, remind me to thank Dean for his hard work on these bullets.”

Before Sam could respond, a voice you knew well began to speak

.“Yes, let's thank Dean.”

Your eyes widened as Raphael stepped out from the booth that you couldn’t see. Christ…

‘Hello, Y/n. I see you don’t have my brother watching your every move?”

You swallowed as Raphael gave you that cold brutal smile that could scare anyone to death.

“I don’t need Gabriel to watch my every move, dickbag. I have my big girl panties on. You and Michael need to get some new hobbies. I swear you two are like our little annoying fan brats that just won’t go away. I hear that scrap booking is nice.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow.

“Is that supposed to be funny? Do you think that you are funny or something?”

You grinned.

“In the words of my dear brother, I think that I am adorable.”

Raphael’s unnamed expression deepened.

“You are about to be dead. It won’t be a bad thing. I will just have to watch Gabriel be in agony for the rest of eternity but I think that I can manage that.”

You glanced at Sam out of the corner of your eye, he was watching Raphael's every move and was ready to pounce on the archangel.

“I’ve got it, Sam.”

You said softly before looking back to Raphael.

“You first.”

Before Raphael could get his hand up, you fired the gun, hitting him square in the chest. Raphael blinked stupidly as the pain began to take over.

“Bet you never expected this did you, you stupid son of a bitch? Archangel killing bullets. You thought I was just playing? Bitch I never play! Now you're dead and Michael will be next.”

You looked away as Raphael died. Part of you wanted to watch. The other part didn’t. You knew that this would be what it would be like if Gabriel died and your mind didn’t want to process it. You also didn’t want to process the thought that you would have to tell Gabriel that you had killed his brother. At odds or not, Raphael was still Gabriel’s brother and this would probably be a rough thing.

Sam’s hand touching the small of your back made you jump. You turned to face your brother, who cradled his clearly stunned daughter in his arms.

“What did aunty do?”

She whispered, looking around. Sam sighed. He had all of the intentions of letting his daughter grow up in ignorance of the ways of their “world.” Amelia could be the one that went into the world without fooling with the supernatural but who was Sam kidding? This would be her life just like it was his and yours.

“She saved all of us.”

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