#so you'd do well to stop making such wild assumptions

[finelinens1994]

man why i did i come home to multiple anons calling me awful shit? i really don't know how to explain to you that finding subjects interesting in fiction is not an endorsement of those things in reality. like i just don't know how to help you understand that fact if you don't already. i really don't. i read a lot of books about a lot of things and that can include a lot of horrifying subjects, because fiction is a safe space for exploring things like that because it is not real and we are in control of the situation. when something is too much for me, i close the book or exit the window and use my coping mechanisms to calm down. we all have to learn to do this at some point. i am not your keeper. so if my discussion of any subject is triggering to you, please just unfollow me rather than sending me anonymous messages calling me horrible things without a second thought. thanks

[goomiekei]

Sabo x Reader - Put In Place Pt.1

Summery : When the tension between the two of you finally breaks, Sabo thinks he is the one in control. You swiftly let him know his place.

Cw : afab!reader, 0ral (reader receiving), slight brat taming, dominant reader, not beta read 1.5k words

As a longtime member of the Revolutionary Army, you definitely knew Sabo as more than just an acquaintance. The two of you got along well, always enjoying your conversations when you get the chance, but despite you two getting along, you weren’t particularly close.

Not only do you work in different areas of the Revolutionary Army, but you are a highly reserved individual, barely leaving your office and opting to spend your free time either alone or with one of your very close friends.

And in all honesty, Sabo made you nervous. Though you would usually find someone with his personality hard to keep up with, something about him makes it effortless. And you don’t even want to think about the weird feeling in your stomach when you’re around him, a feeling that could be mistaken for simple admiration if you didn’t know any better. But it was clear, you wanted him.

That’s probably why you naturally gravitated to him while at the latest celebration night at the Revolutionary Army’s base. Both of you slightly tipsy by now, are tucked away in the corner of the room chatting away.

The alcohol in your system is not enough to impair your judgment, but just enough to not run away from the fleeting touches of Sabo. You can’t even remember what you were originally talking about, but the further Sabo got into his silly stories the more touchy he gets. He’s emboldened by the fact that your not pulling away, knowing you as a shy person, so he finally crosses the line when he sees you bite your lip in response to his hand gripping your thigh.

Reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek softly.

“What do you say we find somewhere a little more private to continue this conversation? Just the two of us...” he whispers, the tension between the two of you is electric.

“Oh yeah? Sure I don’t mind, but I do have to warn you, I can be quite demanding,” you wink, following him to somewhere private.

He smirks knowingly, leading you through a the hauls to a secluded room within the Revolutionary Army's headquarters.

"Is that so? Well, I thrive under pressure," he remarks, closing the door behind you and turning to face you, he stands confidently.

"Besides, I have a feeling you'd be worth every demand."Sabo steps closer, his hands finding their way to your hips as he pulls you flush against him. Your bodies mold together perfectly. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth with hunger.

You hum as his lips leave yours and begin to leave open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hand tangled itself in his hair as you whisper soft praise.

“mmmh, good boy.” He groans appreciatively at your praise, his lips continuing their trail of fire along your neck. His hands roam your curves possessively, mapping out the contours of your body.

"Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs against your skin, nipping lightly at your pulse point. "And the sounds you make...they're driving me wild."

Sabo's hands slip beneath your shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over the smooth skin of your back. He tugs impatiently at the fabric, desperate to feel more of you. You stop him, growing displeased with his assumption that he was in control.

“Ah- did I give you permission to touch me there? You have to be good for me and ask first.” You scold, hoping he would get the message and submit.

He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, so formal, aren't we? Alright then, beautiful," he purrs, his voice low and sultry. "May I please worship your exquisite body with my hands and lips? I promise to be very, very good for you..." His hands still, resting on your waist, awaiting your permission with bated breath.

“Go ahead” you smile sweetly at him, still not completely satisfied with his attitude, but just desperate to feel his touch. He grins, his eyes darkening with lust as he receives your permission.

"Thank you, baby. You won't regret this," he whispers, his hands sliding back underneath your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. Slowly, teasingly, he peels the garment up and over your head, along with your bra, tossing them aside carelessly. Sabo drinks in the sight of your exposed torso, his gaze hungry.

"Fuck, look at you... absolutely stunning," he groans, trailing reverent fingertips over the swell of your breasts, and the curve of your waist.

"I'm going to make you feel so good. Better than you ever have before." Kissing his way down your torso, his hands move lower, gripping the hem of your skirt. Pulling away slightly to allow himself a clear view of your body, his eyes roam over your form as he slides your skirt off, leaving you clad only in a pair of lacy panties.

Sabo kneels before you, his hands roaming up your thighs, inching dangerously close to the edge of your panties.

"You're breathtaking. I can't wait to explore every inch of you." He muses.

“Get on with it then, don’t leave me waiting” you say impatiently as you caress his face with your hand.

"Mmm, such a bossy girl," he teases as he leans in to press a series of tender kisses along your inner thigh, gradually working his way upward.

"But I like that about you." Sabo hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drags them down, revealing your glistening folds to his eager gaze.

But you have had enough. Before he can bring his mouth to your core, you grab his head by his blonde locks, and yank his head up to look at you.

“Bossy? I don’t think you understand your place right now.” You give his hair another tug, enjoying the way it makes him whine.

“If you want this pussy, you’re gonna have to stop acting like a brat and beg for it, like a good little dog.” You snap at him, no longer hoping he would get the hint, rather opting to force him into submission.

He whimpers needily as you grip his hair, his eyes glazing over with lust and finally falling into submission. He gazes up at you adoringly, completely enthralled by your commanding presence.

"Yes ma'am, I apologize for being presumptuous," he replies earnestly, his voice strained with desperation.

"Please, ma’am, I'm begging you...let me worship this perfect pussy.” Sabo punctuates his plea with a fervent kiss to your mound.

"I'll be your good little dog, your obedient servant. Anything you want, I'll do it. Just let me pleasure you, please?" His pleas light a fire in you that you so desperately craved.

“Mmh good boy, go ahead, eat up.” You reward his obedience. He groans in relief, his eyes shining with devotion as he buries his face between your thighs once more.

"Oh fuck, thank you," he moans, his tongue darting out to lap at your slick folds eagerly. Sabo focuses on your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, while gently suckling, determined to bring you pleasure. His hands grip your ass firmly, holding you in place as he feasts on your cunt.

“Mmh, yess. You’re so good at this baby, doing so good just for me.” You praise, getting lost in the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation. He moans against your pussy, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

"Mmm, I live to serve you" he rasps, his words muffled by your heated flesh.

"Your pleasure is my ultimate goal." Sabo doubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit as he plunges two fingers deep inside you, curling to stroke that sensitive spot within your core. He pumps his fingers in time with the rhythm of his tongue, determined to push you over the edge.

“F-fuuck, yes! S’good gonna come on your fucking tongue” you cry out as you reach the edge, grinding down onto his eager mouth as you ride the waves of your intense orgasm.

As you grind against him, he meets your movements with eagerness, desperate to prolong your pleasure.

He groans, the vibration of his voice amplifying the sensations as he laps up your release. Sabo's own arousal is straining painfully against his pants, but he ignores it, consumed by the primal urge to bring his beloved to the pinnacle of bliss.

Only when your spasms begin to subside does he slow his ministrations, gentle kisses replacing the frantic licking as he gazes up at you, pride and adoration shining in his eyes.

“You did so good baby,” you say while recovering your breath. You let the harsh grip on his hair go and replace it with a gentle caress of his cheek.

“You think you deserve a reward after that, huh?”

A/N first post! If y’all like this I might make part 2 o(^-^ o )

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 36: Illegal...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult content/Adult language

💜Rating: R

💜Word Count: 3732

"You know we missed you," Tia answers Taehyung, then kisses his lips before doing the same to Jimin. "How was work?"

"It was fine. Got a lot done, but it was hard to focus. You were heavy on my mind which is why I'm back a little earlier than expected."

"Damn... same here. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I lowkey felt like something was wrong," Jimin adds.

"That's exactly it. Like she was in danger?"

Jimin confirms Taehyung's assumptions with a nod.

"This is wild, but I felt the same way. The feeling was so strong, it woke me from my sleep. I damn near killed myself rushing down the stairs when they rang the doorbell," Jungkook admits to the others.

"They?" Taehyung is obviously confused.

"Oh, my bad. So, there was an accident..."

"ACCIDENT?!" Taehyung and Jimin speak together, interrupting Jungkook.

"Stop, I'm okay, I promise," Tia reassures with guilt written all over her face. "I feel so bad to have worried you all, but I'm fine. Namjoon took great care of me."

With perfect timing, Namjoon emerges from the living room to join everyone in the foyer. He looks a little nervous but smiles as he waves.

"Hi, guys."

Jungkook places his hand on Namjoon's back and flashes a wink when he looks at him. Taehyung and Jimin, still clearly befuddled, come to extend warm greetings. They look at Jungkook who just simply smiles and nods his head. When they look at Tia, she is transfixed on Namjoon, and he is on her.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon is asking Tia, wiping at his face, thinking there must be something on him.

"You," she says, her tone enticing. "You and those dimples...that smile should be illegal. Jungkook, arrest this man for burglary," Tia commands and pauses, leaving everyone on edge and perplexed, "he has stolen my heart," she says, covering her face, embarrassed at her own corniness.

Tia's POV

Thankfully, I was able to get a same-day appointment with my therapist, Monique. I've been seeing her for years, as the saying is true, that every therapist needs a therapist. It's bittersweet that the session is virtual. I know I'm safe at home, but I do prefer to see her in person.

"Tia! It's been, what, two months? How are you?"

Laughing lightly, I reply, "Well, that's a loaded question. Where do I start?"

"Wherever you would like to start."

There is a comfortable pause while she patiently waits for me to get my thoughts together.

"Well, let's start with some good news, I guess."

"Okay, tell me. What makes you happy these days? Let's hunt all of the good."

I love the way that I can talk to her, like we've been friends for years, yet she's still able to keep an unbiased opinion and help me see things from different perspectives. She will also call me out on my shit if necessary. I tell her all about the men in my life and how I met them all, and also about the potential with Namjoon. There is no judgment from her, as she asks questions and listens to me ramble. I tell her about the renovations to the house and that I am pretty happy considering the other things, which we end up discussing later in the session.

"Yes, I remember when we last spoke, you'd mentioned that you were in the process of purchasing your first home. I'm so proud of you, so glad that the process went smoothly, and that the renovations came out the way you envisioned them," Monique said. "And as far as the fellas go, it sounds like they all sincerely care about you. Your relationship is not conventional but it's healthy...that's all that matters."

"Yeah, thank you for saying that. I must admit, it's different, and sometimes I wonder what others will think."

"That's understandable, but what other people think is their business, not yours to worry about."

"Facts," I respond with a soft smile. "I did want to speak with you about something specific to our situation."

"Okay."

"Well, I've told you all the good things, but there have been a lot of difficulties this past month. I'll get into the details in a bit, but my loves, Grey and John, have been instrumental to my recovery."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't know if I'm overthinking things, as I tend to do," I pause, attempting to push back the tears trying to well in my eyes. "But I find myself wondering if I'm using the guys, using sex as a way to distract myself from everything that has been going on... from the trauma of it all. Also, am I using them as a security blanket? Thoughts like that seem to keep creeping into my mind."

"I see that these thoughts make you feel a bit emotional," she replies and I nod in agreement. "Exploring a polyamorous relationship does not guarantee safety. Things can still happen. When you are with them, are you thinking about how they can protect you? Do you initiate sex with a diversion from reality in mind?" She pauses briefly before asking one last question, "Are you only concerned with what they can provide for you or is the relationship reciprocal?"

"It's funny that you say that, seeing how I met Namjoon today. The accident that happened earlier was completely because of my decisions. I do think about how safe I feel when I'm with them, but not specifically that I require protection from them. I find myself relishing in the feeling of safety, love, and authenticity. This is something we're all experiencing for the first time, together, and I've not had this with any other man in my life... not even my own father, for that matter."

"Tia, your father died. I'm sure if he had a choice, he would have been here to care for you and provide all of those things."

"Yeah, I know."

"All of the characteristics you just mentioned, are they reciprocated?"

"Oh, absolutely. With whatever this is that we have going on, I hope that I'm enough for all of them."

"Well, from the sound of it, they support and encourage each other as well. Maybe it doesn't all fall on you, as long as your intentions are good."

"Yes, it may sound crazy, but I would do anything for them. And there is no favoritism...I care about them all equally yet differently."

"That is beautiful and I am so glad that you are happy. From what you've told me, it doesn't appear that your goal is to use them more so than it is an instinctual responsibility that they all feel to keep you safe. These are elements of a strong, healthy relationship. I would, however, like to recommend that you all have a sit-down and talk about what you all expect from each other, details regarding your sex life. For example, will there be relations between the guys or just with you, contraception, and any other concerns you all may have."

I feel so much better after speaking with Monique. She is always able to help me see things more clearly and get me out of my own head by validating my thoughts and reassuring my thoughts. I go on to tell her about the stalker, me being poisoned, the life-saving hospital visit, and the mental issues I was having as a result. She goes on to express how overjoyed she is that I am not allowing the hardships to take over my life, pointing out my strong will to leave the house today.

We come to the end of the session with her saying, "If you're having a feeling or something is telling you to move a certain way, maybe follow your intuition. And remember, it's okay to pause and just be every now and then. It's okay to take a break from being strong. It's okay to live a soft life, allowing others to love and care for you. It's okay to focus on the good things sometimes." I gasp then laugh at that, having just heard it from Taehyung earlier, causing her to ask, "What?"

"Oh, nothing. Tae, coincidentally, said the exact same thing to me today."

"Hmm... coincidence or confirmation?"

We log out of the session, and I take a moment to just think...to just be. I sit in the silence, trying to turn my brain off for a second. My eyes are closed, and I'm here...just existing, trying to silence my thoughts.

This must be what meditation is like. Damn, I'm still thinking, but I'm trying not to. Fuck, I suck at this. Suck...I wonder what my babes are doing. Oh wow, I'm such a freaky frog.

My mind races for a bit longer with me combating my internal dialogue, not entertaining it. I notice immediately when my mind goes quiet, but only for a minute.

"Can't hear with a chaotic mind. Calm down. Focus. Breathe."

Ok, I hear that! Typically, when I'm thinking, I hear my own voice within, but this... this is not me. I'm taken aback, wanting to open my eyes and stop whatever this is, but I decide to stay here. While this situation is strange and new, the voice is comforting, familiar, and warm. I'm noticing that it is coming through in short phrases, rather than eloquent sentences. I am also able to take comfort in knowing what this may be. My mother often spoke of being "led by the ancestors" and would often require silence so that she could "listen". I wonder if this is what I am experiencing. Just as quickly as I think that, it answers.

"Exactly. Gifts beginning. Flourish. Age irrelevant. Blessing not skipped. Very strong. Practice. Seven. You feel them. Love. Trust. Safe. Okay. Let go."

I can hear it, and I am able to understand!Tears are collecting behind my lids. A chill runs through my body; there's a feeling like someone has a grip on my heart, and I'm experiencing shortness of breath. It's not uncomfortable, but definitely noticeable. It is similar to the feelings I face when having an anxiety attack, but this is more of a suggestion instead of something that takes over my body. Taking in every detail and feeling, I place my hand over my heart and lean in completely.

Jimin's POV

"So, is this normal? Is this how all of this goes?" I have so many questions yet Jungkook and Taehyung are focused on the TV screen, seemingly chill, like they are used to this.

"Why? Are you jealous of Namjoon?" Taehyung asks, obviously trying to be a smartass, never averting his eyes from the video game Jungkook is playing.

"No, I'm not jealous at all. I'm asking if it's normal to have these feelings."

"What feelings, bro?" Jungkook's tone is less condescending as he continues to click the buttons on the controller.

"Like, the pull to Tia and knowing when she needs me. The pull to you both. And now, this feeling I have towards Namjoon. It's like being in a pitch black, dark ass room full of puzzle pieces but being able to pick the ones you need because they glow in the dark."

"Damn, man, that's deep...perfect analogy. There are thousands of people in this city, but I only feel connected to you two and Namjoon," Taehyung confesses. "I don't know if it's normal, but this is what we're experiencing together and with Tia."

We all just shrug, giving up the urge to understand, and look up when Tia emerges from the basement.

"Hey! How did it go?" Jungkook asks the question we are all thinking, placing the Playstation controller on the coffee table. I was so worried when Taehyung mentioned to us what she'd said earlier, about using us as a distraction. I wonder if she was able to speak with her therapist about that.

"It was really good! I feel so much better... so much lighter," she says, making her way over to join us in the media area off of the kitchen. "Where's Namjoon? Did y'all scare him off?"

"He had to leave to hand out the rest of his business cards. There's one for you on the island. He owns a landscaping business," Taehyung informs her.

She comes to stand behind the sofa that the others are sitting on and runs her fingers into Taehyung's hair, her nails audibly scratching along his scalp. The feeling is clearly intoxicating, as he melts into the couch, his eyes rolling backward, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Laughing, she moves to give Jungkook some affection, only for Taehyung to reach over his head trying to grab at her wrists.

"Oh, Jagia, don't be like this. That wasn't nearly enough!"

"Hey, stop! It's my turn, right, Noona?" Jungkook talks to her with his head lifted and resting on the back of the couch.

Tia leans over his upside-down face and places a kiss on his lips, her hand resting on his throat. Taehyung and I just watch as their tongues dance, their lips moving in sync with each other like the most perfect tango. We are completely captivated by their exchange until she releases him with a 'muah' sound.

"Right."

"Fuck that, I want one of those," Taehyung protests. We all get a good laugh before Tia moves back over to him to give him the same treatment as Jungkook. I watch how gentle her fingers move over the skin of his throat, her thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw and chin. She's not even touching me, but I'm growing, beginning to push against my zipper. When she's finished, she lets him go and stands, looking down at him. He sits up, flashing a smirk while blushing, again eliciting laughs from us all.

When Tia looks over to me, my eyes go wide, not because I don't know I'm next, but because of the way she slowly approaches me, like a lioness stalking down her prey. Her hips sway effortlessly, her thighs jiggle slightly with each step. The way her shorts stretch across her pelvis and thighs is a clear indicator of how phat her ass is...I can damn near see it from the front. Jesus, I've never wanted anyone so badly in my entire life. I gulp down the lump in my throat, happily yet nervously awaiting what is to come next.

When she reaches the chair I'm occupying, I offer her a smile and reach out for her, holding her hips for support as she climbs onto my lap. With her hands playing at my neck, she peers into my eyes, like she knows it's one of my biggest turn-ons. Eye contact and hearing 'yes sir' turns me to putty every time.

"Hey," she whispers.

"Hey," I retort, moving my hips slightly in an attempt to adjust my now, very prominent erection.

Fuck, I hope she doesn't feel that.

She nods, as if reading my mind, and grinds down on me. My mouth falls open, the feeling is amazing and what I didn't know I needed. At the same time, my eyes drop closed due to the shock accompanied by pleasure, and she takes the opportunity to tilt her head, leaning in to take my lips against hers. Kissing her feels oddly familiar, like I've kissed her everyday for an eternity but this is our first REAL kiss. Her movements are slow and intentional, savoring every second as her warm tongue grazes my bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. I move my hands from her hips, sliding over her plump ass, up her back, and letting one continue to her nape to pull her in, deepening the kiss. Holding her like this has me feeling like a virgin, overly excited from their first kiss. When she moans into my mouth, I have to pull back, unable to compose myself.

"Feels like your first time, doesn't it? Don't feel bad...she had the same effect on us, too."

Taehyung doesn't speak but nods his head, agreeing with Jungkook. Tia simply wipes any remaining lip gloss she was wearing from my lips before adjusting herself to sit facing the other men, her cheek resting on my chest with her legs draped across the arm of the chair.

"Cut it out, guys...you're making me sound like some kind of temptress."

The two men make eye contact with each other before bursting out in laughter. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Is this woman after my soul? If so, I think I may just hand it over willingly if it would make her happy. She shakes her head, not entertaining their behavior before changing the subject.

"So, the thought crossed my mind before, but my therapist just confirmed it. Since we're all here, I think we should talk about this...about us," Tia announces, but there is a sense of uncertainty in her voice.

"It doesn't feel right, does it?"

She looks up at me and answers in the smallest voice, "No." She looks down to fiddle with the gold rings on her fingers.

"We aren't all here, are we? Did you feel it, too? With Namjoon, I mean," Taehyung asks the question to no one in particular, but we all know what he's speaking about... the instant connection and desire for Namjoon is evident.

"Yeah, it was like a long-lost relative had found his way home. I honestly didn't want him to leave, but I knew he had to. Should we call him?"

Tia sits straight up, the obvious excitement in her eyes when she responds to Jungkook, "Do you think we should?"

"Shit, why not? I'd bet money that he's probably waiting for you to call, hoping it's not regarding your lawn."

Jungkook's POV

It's so cute how excited she is, with a pale shade of nervousness just below the surface. We all go to sit at the island, Tia practically skipping across the room. When I slide the card across the marble in her direction, her eyes grow wide in surprise.

"Nuh uh, Koo, you call him."

"Why do I have to call him?" I'm obviously teasing her...it's cute the way she's acting, as if she's anxious to talk to her high school crush. I, of course, pull my phone from the pocket of my hoodie, and lean over the counter to get the card back. I start to dial the number when Tia stops me.

"NO! Wait... oh my God. Why am I so nervous?"

"He IS fine as fuck...maybe that has something to do with it?"

"Maybe so," Taehyung agrees with Jimin.

"T, cut it out. You know you're a baddie. What's the worst he can say?" I try to encourage her, continuing to dial the number.

"So cute," Taehyung says, pulling her into his arms. Jimin moves to grab a wine glass from the cabinet before rushing to the fridge to pour Tia a glass. I don't think he realizes what he's doing, not knowing all of the details behind why she was sick when he first met her. I'm a little on edge awaiting her response, having not pressed the button to begin the call. I don't know if this will trigger her since that's how that fucker decided to poison her, by spiking her wine. Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, too preoccupied with loving on Tia. I'm on the fence, unsure if I should interject or allow this to play out. I hope this will not hinder her recovery, but I choose to fall back, making room for her to handle it herself.

"Here you are, beautiful, maybe this will help take the edge off." Jimin sits the glass in front of her.

Please, don't be afraid, Noona...please.

She looks down to see the red wine sitting in front of her and is, thankfully, unbothered. She does ask if he brought this bottle himself or if he found it here.

"Ummm... I brought this from home. It's one of my favorites, so I wanted you to try some. I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

Jimin seems to be examining her expression, anticipating her answer.

"It's a long story...I'll tell you all about it later. But no, Jimini, you've done nothing wrong. Thank you."

We all watch in amazement when she lifts the glass to her lips, sipping the crimson libation into her mouth. It is astounding how brave this woman is, yet she's acting so skittish over a phone call. I'm assuming the others feel the same way, watching her in awe as Taehyung kisses her temple, arm dangling over her shoulders, and Jimin leans across the island, beaming at her, his crescent eyes on display. She licks her tongue out to collect the small drop of wine left on her plump lip which causes me to mimic her, licking my own. She is so enchanting; I am completely and willingly entangled in her spell.

I'm touched by the amount of trust she has in Jimin after only meeting him days prior. There is something magical happening here, within us. Our love, our bond, is obvious and deeper than the ocean is. I know it's not the liquid courage as the alcohol hasn't even had time to make it into her system, but she leans over the island to take the card from my hand. It is amazing how the smallest move that she makes turns me on in such a major way. The heaviness of her breasts causes them to bounce when she's sat back on her stool. My eyes wander to admire their fullness, up to the dip of her collar bone. Shit, even the way her bra straps are pushing into her soft skin has my dick jumping.

She finally makes the call and puts it on speaker, holding it casually to her lips. When her eyes dart up to look into mine, my heart skips a beat. What's wild is, I bet she isn't even aware of the effect she has on us. I'm assuming he's answered when the corner of her mouth tugs up into a smirk and though it's quick, I catch the way her tongue traces the edges of her teeth. Fuck, this girl can have anything she wants from me.

[theomnicode]

Hero Association and Hidden agendas

Beyond the midway point, basically the point where the timelines diverged and Garou got punched by future Saitama.

But what is interesting is what Sekingar says next. What the police apparently learned from Garou's interrogation.

Lose his memory? No no no, this is incorrect.

Garou actually remembers pretty damn well who he fought after he monsterized.

He even remembers who he actually fought and remembers things past Garou should not remember. The shock of the punch did not make him lose memory of the future fight or what happened in these fights before Zero punch.

So, Sekingar-

How exactly could the police confirm that some future event took place? When Garou has no memory of it happening in the first place, like Saitama? But you claim that was what they interrogated him about? That Garou forgot he was defeated by Saitama?

If you were to ask Garou, he would've said that he blasted away Caped Baldy with Gamma ray burst and "beat him." If anything.

Not "I forgot if I kicked Bald guy's ass cuz some random person punched me too hard."

Can he forget something he has no memory of? The loss of future event memories which did not happen for Garou, would be impossible to ascertain during interrogation process WHICH HAD ALREADY HAPPENED the week before, unless someone from this meeting chose to basically go and confront him about the information in this SPECIFIC meeting and ask him about it directly.

Are you trying to lead the questioning with the answer, Sekingar?

And make it appear like Garou losing memory is about Garou losing memory of the fight conclusion and the future fight that did not happen to him, after hearing Genos' tale?

So nobody would figure out and ASK what Garou had ACTUALLY forgotten?

The secrets of monsterization.

Which is being kept hidden at all costs. That denouncing your humanity by feeling subhuman is what causes the monsterization process and emotions and being driven to a corner like an animal fuel the mutation process and give it power.

This is what Garou learned on his monsterization journey, forgot from Saitama punching the monsterization out of him and what is being kept hidden.

This would be the most important intel of the century.

Please come up with a more believable lie next time Sekingar.

(I wish Flash would say this but alas...)

Nope, you don't have any definitive information at all, Flash.

Because you suck at gathering true intel, you believe anything HA is saying and disregard the only one telling an authentic story.

Kakashi-sensei would be disappointed in you. What a ninja you are. Look underneath the underneath and go watch more Naruto or something.

If you get fed false intel, you're basically dead if you attempt to do subterfuge.

Meanwhile, HA is still trying to lead the conversation.

Where the hell would Blast pull this kind of information anyway? Out of his ass that has a pocket dimension?

This is such a wild assumption to make holy moly.

And if you knew someone was basically summoning God in, A SPIRITUAL GODDAMN BEING, you'd fucking know the source. 100%. And not throw a random guesswork that would implicate someone else.

If Blast knows there is a connection between Saitama and OPM God, he damn right would've already done something about it. Otherwise he has zero ways to actually infer God's motives. Zero ways. Interaction with God's dimension could literally be anything.

Basically, we're fed False Intel. Saitama does not summon God to their dimension.

Flash continues to not impress by having zero intel gathering skillsets whatsoever. Sitch just changes the subject under his nose and stops him from questioning about the actual investigation taking place and how they would supposedly investigate an incorporeal being.

I'm glad Genos called Flash out on not being sensitive to information gathering. Top tier burn.

If Flashy knew he was being hoodwinked so hard and how much he disregarded true intel based on gay subtext, this burn would sting his pride something awful.

Ah I love Genos and him being the objective truth narrator.

Always, always listen to what Genos is saying. Be sensitive to gathering intel yup yup.

Honestly, at this point, you just have to wonder about the HA's agenda here.

If we're even talking to the real HA. Doubtful. Something more is at play.

The only one who'd really want to keep secrets of monsterization hidden would be OPM God, so nobody would be able to make countermeasures against that.

So I wager that OPM God has a hand in this too.

Possibly to implicate Saitama and make him public enemy number 1# and other things to break his spirit, so he would get all sorts of desperate, cornered, feel like the worst possible human being and emotional and come to him on his own volition and beg to become his slave, so he would forget himself.

Cruel and sociopathic self-amusement might be just the agenda.

Maybe OPM God is honestly just fucking bored.

I mean, if the protagonist suffers from excessive boredom because they became too strong, why not the antagonist too?

It's still an intellectual being, but very much alone and stuck in alternate dimension. It would even make sense in a twisted way.

The metaphor of frying ants with a magnifying glass comes to mind. It would be like toying with or swatting bugs to him.

Lot's of hidden agendas being at play, let's see how this plays out.

[generationlosscorkboard]

CHRONICLE ZERO, 30/7 - 6/8

(if any of the IRL dates are wrong by a day, blame it on my timezone being very different)

Okay! So! I'm just going to keep somewhat up to date by doing these in chunks! Yeah! Most of these are just initial thoughts and commentary, but that's to be expected. Anyways-

(long post, you know the deal) (isn't Tumblr supposed to shrink long posts anyways?) (I've seen it on other posts but not mine)(weird)

Dated July 30th 19XX

I've previously covered this, so here's a link to that.

Although as an add-on to it, I should mention that I am leaning away from the tape idea now (as cool as it was,) as some of the posts were a bit- too visual? Such as using arrows, the misspellings, and crossing out words. I've heard from people that it could be a journal, a typewriter, a pink pricess digital diary-

All of which would make 100% sense, absolutely.

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The Poll (same day)

The poll! This will be another interactive, it seems. The options were just saying Hello in various ways. Didn't seem to affect or interact with the next batch of writing so likely it's one of those "keep trying, at some point it will work and get through!" features. (Ask blog Chronos go!!)

"Hello?" won, if anyone's interested-

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August 4th (irl date, assuming it matches)

So, it's een eight months since some kind of event. (It was December 4th if so). It's hard to forget aforementioned event, although they wish "they could stop keeping time as much as they do." It's interesting phrasing for sure.

"been through hell and back since then" (awww Chronos....)

'yoXX you'd think I would get used to the looks, the glaXX (glances?), The phrXX (uh.. phrases?) the REMARKS, the notes. But they don't understand. "

Show them? Make them understand? Make them think about how their actions affecting Chronos and family? Who is them? By itself I was thinking that "they" are the GIC's, hense the inability to communicate. But with the stuff from before it could also just be the general populace being all "ooh something happened to those guys let's all STARE AT THEM AND WHISPER." Which isn't great either, or easily stoppable. Small town vibes too.

Then the list of good things, like "my family" and "my dog", including an individual named Jay (likely the "she' mentioned before) and another entry that is crossed out. (Also I'm worried that uh, everyone on this list isnt going to get out this well-)

Bad things: Unforgettable. But not a lot of information given to us just yet-

Chronos is also coming around to how useful/helpful the Chronicles are

And if anyone's curious, this is what was notable on December 4th last year:

(Photo sourced from @generationlossupdates with the following Id: [Id- a tweet from Generation Loss, it says "2" with a image attached to the tweet, the image is the logo, looks hand painted and bloody. - end id] )

I'm currently under the assumption it's just coincidence, but I'll give it to you all anyway.

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Second Poll, Same Day:

Another poll, also with a just question mark for the text. The options are "Who?" And "What?". I think it's asking what we want to know more about in the Chronicles, the characters? Or the world? (Well idk for What, what can mean a lot of things)

These polls feel eerily similar to the early gamey interactions in TSE, with the first one being a little bit of a dud and not wholly consequential, whilst the second leads to more more information about the area, and kinda controls what the character says and does. (In this case, what they write about next for our information)

Choose your own adventure book style, ya know

"Who?" won, so let's see if this is backed up in the next lot.

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August 5th

J (presumably, Jay) suggested Chronos log their "Wild dreams" the past few days. there's another X cross out in the word "another" (anohtX) but this time, only one. The first one is misspelt so could be simply just crossing out (quite literally) the misspelling.

(Damn Chronos just like me fr fr)

So... Kinda info about the characters??? In terms of the Who/What from before? It's not as strong of a link as I would like it to be but it's all good-

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D1: (Same Day)

(a dream discription, one of a number to come)

Standing in field of an unidentified plant, under a red sky. Weird terrain, felt like the ssky was curving upward. The sun was gone. (gnX)

Walking, trying to find something, not presently remembered. Then they started to sink, and they fell into a Chasm, a created, almost geometric yet unstable cave. Smooth white rock or concrete walls. Shifted and changed as they went deeper, until they saw "it". (Whatever it is, they didn't want to see it.) Dream be forcing them to see it though.

Then they're back in the field.

Stay tuned for Zero looks up Dream Interpretation and pretends to know what they're doing! (Cause I'm 100% sure it will be a long one, so different post)

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August 6th

(aka the funny post that made GLRanboo jokingly ask if I was Chronos/Chronicle, bc of the screaming about work thing-)

Damn guys I think they don't like their work or their manager. One could interpret the million years old thing as just another word for "old geezer" but wouldn't it be funny if he actually was a million years old-

Anyways, I'm going to hazard a guess that what they sell is something technology related. Anyways, we don't like the manager here, how dare they not give any respect to Chronos.

XX update: another two XX's on the word making (he's maXX), and then another four at the end of a lot of exclamation marks.

Moving on, Chronos showed their dream to Jay, who suggested that's to do with a cycle and being forced to relive stuff (RELIVE THINGS YOU SAY-)

As for the snacking comment- I have no idea if that actually has anyy correlation to what you dream. More J lore about liking the crazy and supernatural, but what I find interesting is the three different ratios Chronos gives. Like, yeah okay man we get it you wanna be right, I'm sure you are I'm sure-

50/50, 60/40, 70/30. Just constantly increasing your chances at winning, I see u-

So, we have got a little bit of lore building! Real cool real cool.

(I feel it in my bones that MatPat would mention all over the rewriting and changing and the three different ratios, but in that case he'd be absolutely horrified if he saw my old school books-)

[lunarflux]

"baby i drink to forget - not to remember"

hwang hyunjin x reader

genre — fluff!au

drinking!!!

suggested background music: x

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What started out as one bottles suddenly turned into ten.

Your group of friends sat in a circle on the floor, passing soju bottles around like greetings at the thought of another long year of friendship that came and went. It was already past midnight, but the crickets were silenced by the boom of spontaneous laughter and conversation.

Hyunjin always sat beside you. You never knew why - in all the years of friendship you had, he always chose the seat next to yours. He'd smile and laugh with you, but he never got any closer than the two inches of the space between seats. It's been years, but you never thought to ask.

Tonight was game night. Felix bought some card game and thought it was a good idea to play this over drinks. You had to admit this was more fun than watching everyone play games or going out to a club.

"It's called We're Not Really Strangers -" Felix opened the box.

You groaned, recognizing the name. "Felix, that's like an emotional game; why'd you pick that?" You hiccupped in between shots.

He shrugged, "I dunno. It seemed like a fun thing to do. I can't remember the last time we had a deep talk other than that one wedding we went to when Changbin started crying into his cake after one too many shots."

Had Changbin not finished a bottle of two by himself, he might have been awake for that jab.

Hyunjin puffed out his cheeks, taking the deck from Felix and shuffling it in between taking another shot. "Five years of friendship, and you still want to know more about us, huh?"

Felix smiled in between exchanging glances with your friend beside him. He'd had a crush on her for ages. A small game like this should've said enough.

In one word, describe how you feel right now.

When was the last time you surprised yourself?

Strangers would describe me as _____. Only I know myself as ______.

The game went on until eventually you and Hyunjin were the only ones awake. Felix left with his crush for a midnight ice cream run. Changbin had to be carried home. It was just the two of you. He pulled the next card.

"Are you missing anyone right now? Do you think they're missing you?" Hyunjin read aloud to you. "Well?"

"Well, what?" You sneered.

"Are you missing anyone?" He smirked.

"No."

"Not even one person?"

"No."

"Why not?"

You shrugged. "Everyone I really like is here in this room. What's to miss?"

Hyunjin almost looked satisfied. Skipping your turn, he picked up another card. "Wild card - make an assumption about me. Says we both have to answer."

You turned to face your friend.

As if he wasn't expecting you to get so close, he nearly leaned away. You could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his lips. Or maybe it was yours? After the last bottle, you couldn't really tell anymore.

Hyunjin was always such a curious character. Back when you were in high school, he was always so sweet. He'd offer to walk with you to school or share his lunch if you tried to diet. You almost swore he liked you at some point, but it just never happened. He stayed a dear friend, one you'd see every month or so for drinks.

When Hyunjin was drunk, he'd lean on you. This was the only time he ever did, and part of you wished he wouldn't drink when you were together because in his drunken splendor, he'd talk - and you never forgot what he'd say.

"Be my girlfriend."

And every time you'd respond -

"Ask me when you're sober."

He never did. He never really really remembered. The next days were always full off groans and complaints of hangovers, yours included. Even though he'd ask you what happened, you knew those were just drunk words. If he didn't remember in the morning, it couldn't have been real.

It would be a complete lie to assume you never developed anything deeper than friendship-like love for Hyunjin. It was hard not to. But every time you tried to get close, it was like he wanted to pull away. After all these years, it didn't make sense anymore.

Drunk words are - after all - drunk.

"You go first." You closed your eyes, finally feeling one or two drops of soju hitting your spine. It had been too long since you drank this much. It was a miracle you weren't passed out like the others.

Hyunjin laughed once then nothing. He just stared, like he was looking for the words.

"I don't know what to say."

"Oh, come on - " You pushed his shoulder, your head rolling forward. "There has to be something you think you know about me. Anything. Something."

You were close to laying back down on the floor when you suddenly felt Hyunjin's hand on your back, keeping you upright.

You grimaced. "This really is the only time, huh."

He looked at you with concern. "I'm sorry?"

You leaned in closer to him, poking his cheek with your finger. "You always hug the guys. You never hug me! You don't lean on me unless you're drunk - you never get close to me." You giggled, turning your five year long question into sarcastic banter. "How come you never want to touch me, huh?"

"It's not like that." He smiled, poking your pouted lip. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what." You pouted harder. "You never get close to me when you're sober, you never lay a hand on me. You only ask me to be your girlfriend when you're drunk. Why can't you be like that all the time?"

Hyunjin's smile slowly dropped. He looked at you seriously.

"Why, you want to be my girlfriend?"

You stifled a laugh. This was no time to be serious. For once, it looked like you were more drunk than him, and this wasn't the time to get caught up in feelings you always tried to forget. "Shut up. You don't mean it."

"You think I don't want you to my girlfriend?"

You turned your head only for your cheek to meet Hyunin's finger. He kept his finger there, his smile growing again. "You're cute, you know that?"

Pushing his hand away, you released a heavy sigh. "Hwang Hyunjin, I told you before, so I'll say it again. Say these things to me when you're sober. I'm too drunk to deal with you teasing me."

"I'm not drunk." He shrugged. " You guys drank the most, and I have work in the morning. Why would I drink?"

You blinked once. Twice.

"You're being serious. You're not drunk?" Suddenly, you felt very sober.

Hyunjin's smile stretched across his entire face, like he was watching a puppy stumble over its own legs. "I never drink enough to get that drunk. I sober up very quickly - I thought you knew."

"How the hell would I know that?" You sneered. "We always drink together!"

"Yeah, all of us. It's not like you're counting my shots or checking when I stop drinking."

"Then why didn't you ever ask me when you were sober?"

"If you really thought I only wanted you to be my girlfriend because I was drunk, then I thought you really didn't want to." Hyunjin patted your head. "You're always so touchy with the guys. I didn't want to be like everyone else. If you were my girlfriend, I'd get jealous."

"I still can't tell if you're lying - " You poured yourself another shot before lifting the shot glass to your lips, but instead of feeling another stinging kiss of liquid, you just felt the back of Hyunjin's hand, shielding the soju from reaching the edge.

He grabbed the shot and downed it in one easy swig. Placing the glass back down, he sighed. "Fine -"

Hyunjin pulled your face close to his, the taste of soju still glimmering on his lips. A forceful yet deep kiss, he sighed into you before dropping one hand to the back of your neck, the other to your waist. His lips moved slowly but with a hunger. Your head was spinning, but whether it was because of the alcohol or just him you couldn't tell. Squeezing the back of your neck ever so slightly, Hyunjin lowered you down to the floor, suddenly more sober than ever.

He looked at you - but it was like you were looking at him for the first time ever in your life. The apartment suddenly seemed so quiet as his gaze followed your heaving chest, breathless from his kiss.

"Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend." He finally spoke. "But I don't want you to answer until you're sober."

Hyunjin stood up and gathered his things. After what seemed like an hour, you sat up and realized he was gone.

Your head was still spinning - that couldn't have been real.

**

You hadn't seen Hyunjin in a week.

Not for lack of trying, but whenever you unlocked your phone only to see his name at the top of your notifications, you couldn't help but panic. Yes, you woke up with a hangover the next day, but the memory of that kiss was burned into your brain, and it was the only thing you could think about.

Hyunjin lived at an apartment complex down the street.

You couldn't help but wonder if he'd magically appear in front of you, and then your words would just be caught in your chest.

Look down, look down. Just keep walking.

Ready to enter your apartment, your curiosity peaked. Looking across the way, you spotted him. Standing in front of his apartment.

With a girl?

Blinding fury took over as you made your way over to him. The girl had already walked away, but something in you just said -

"You're such an asshole!" You gave him one hard shove, nearly pushing him over.

Hyunjin laughed once. "Did I miss something?"

"You - and the - she -"

"- is my neighbor. She got my mail by accident." He opened his back to reveal a small package and two envelopes.

You stumbled back, immediately regretting your entire existence.

Hyunjin took two steps toward you as you took two back. "You haven't been answering my texts."

"W-Well, I -" You couldn't find your words let alone remember how to speak. "I just - "

"So are you ready to give me your answer?"

"What answer?"

He leaned in again, cupping your cheek with his hand. Barely grazing your lips with his, Hyunjin teased. You could feel his breath playing over your skin. Gently resting his lips on your forehead, he pulled away with a content grin.

"I won't kiss you again unless it's as your boyfriend."

It took everything in you not to punch him straight in the stomach, so you settled for a hit to the arm. "Why -" and again "- didn't -" and again "- you just -" and once more "- ASK ME."

Hyunjin couldn't hold back in his laughter. "Sue me for getting nervous in front of the girl I like!" He grabbed hold of your hand before lacing his fingers between yours. "Is that a yes?"

"I hate you." You fought back a laugh.

He nodded. Pulling you into his chest, Hyunjin kissed the top of your head.

"I guess that means yes."

[fierte-verte]

Taking Care of the Baby Marauders Would Include:

~ James Potter ~

- Bright-eyed and prepared to conquer the world with his little fists, baby James is always ready to spread some much-needed cheer

- A fast learner with agile hands, he's eager to try anything and everything—ranging from activities that are mildly hazardous to mortally threatening

- So far, he's made some brilliant attempts in ditching his nappies, ridding the garden of its weeds with his bare hands, and kidnapping the neighbor's fire crab during his visits next door

- It had taken three whole months before his scorched left eyebrow grew back completely; nevertheless, James' love for the grumpy creature is stronger than ever

- Active in imagination and having been immersed in magic since birth, James also adores all kinds of stories and legends, especially if they include dragons and hippogriffs

- He's a real Hungarian Horntail enthusiast, proven by all the pictures he's done of them on his bedroom walls—although a few have bronze spikes that seem to resemble wiggly bananas instead

- James likes to name all his masterpieces, and so far glitter-lined Pip stands as a personal favorite, followed closely by macaroni-for-claws Buggleworth

- Spending time with him includes a lot of drawing (snack breaks for pudding included of course), and pretend-Qudditch on the living room couch

- His chubby hands can't quite aim yet, so you're always leaping around with a washing basket

- Granted, it's not the most enjoyable thing to do on a hot summer day, but James' bubbly laughter after scoring a goal makes all the sweating worth it

- And when he's tired himself out by late afternoon, there's nothing sweeter than the sight of him falling asleep against you—eyes droopy, dishevelled curls fanning out across your shoulder, and a small, content smile etched on his lips

- He'd wake a few hours later, bleary-eyed, then buzzing with life again, ready to take on the world one more time with that infectious chortle of his

- Bath time is another highlight—James will go wild over bubbles, hoarding them into a tiny mountain before him

- While he's occupied, you'd shampoo his hair, styling those unruly curls into the most ridiculous of shapes

- Shark James takes a regular appearance, along with Cloud James and Ladybug James—he'd sit there without a care, happily oogling at his bubble minions

- Post-shower baby James smells like sherbet lemons, sweet with a slight zest—compelling yourself not to nuzzle against his cheek is always a lost cause

- For all the zeal he's got bundled up in his small form, however, James has got a remarkably sensitive soul too

- Doesn't matter how well you hide your unease or misery, he'd be able to sniff it out like a hound

- And whenever he wraps his arms tight around your neck, pressing his puny fingers to stop whatever tears are rolling down your face, there's no better comfort in the world that you can possibly imagine

- Baby James Potter has a knack for hugs, there's just no denying that

- Very little upsets him, easygoing nature and all, except for spilled pudding and any prospects of romance for his favorite person—also known as you

- Then and there he'll throw a tantrum or two to ward off interested candidates, to which you'd laugh and reprimand him gently

- Although in all honesty, it's difficult to be cross when you're looking at those bulged, flushed cheeks and that absolutely harmless glare

- Most often than not James would settle from his fit after a minute, distracted by the sweets in a shop window or a passing stranger

- Despite the occasional wild ride, taking care of baby James never feels like a hassle nor chore—he's got a way of winning everyone over with that bold charm of his

~ Sirius Black ~

- Against all assumptions, baby Sirius starts out as a fairly reserved and gentle one; in all surroundings he's quick to adjust, rarely fusses, and only likes to draw attention through gentle tugs on your sleeve or hair

- In fact, the sprog seems a little too subdued at times, as though he's terrified of showing too much emotion

- An upset Sirius is difficult to soothe—whereas most babies would wail or throw a punch, it's almost impossible to discern Sirius' sour mood from all the silent brooding that he does

- The only telltale sign would be the delicate furrow between his brows, or the murk hanging over his sterling eyes

- You'd gather him in your arms, rock his tiny frame back and forth, and mumble sweet things to coax the temper out of him

- Underneath that guarded gaze and tightly pressed mouth, you know there's a world bursting with thoughts and feelings, woven together by all the silent mornings when Sirius would sit by the window, staring into the world outside

- Gaining his trust is no easy feat, but with time, as well as some ups and downs that you overcome together, your patience begins to wear down his relunctance to open up

- Turns out, he can be quite affectionate once you worm your way into his heart—his stretched out arms urging for a cuddle, semi-toothless grin, and babbling of mispronounced words are enough to send even the most cold-hearted to tears

- There's no point in denying it—Sirius is, most objectively, the prettiest baby to roam this planet

- And the little moppet is fully aware of this himself, judging from the number of times you've had to lift him up and away from the mirror

- When he knows you're in dire need of some peace or cheering up, he'd let you braid his locks using his star-shaped hair ties, while flipping through The Quibbler's kids section quietly to let you collect your thoughts

- Baby Sirius is a fan of music; he'll listen to you humming tunes and drumming gentle beats onto the countertop, sometimes joining in with a few notes of his own

- Unsurprisingly, shower-time is usually a full-blown concert—Sirius will draw up an award-winning symphony by splashing the water, blowing raspberries, and tapping on shampoo bottles

- Post-shower baby Sirius smells of salty ocean air, along with the barest hint of lavender from his baby oil

- A favorite pastime you two share is listening to muggle programmes on the radio, you with a glass of wine in hand and Sirius with juice in his rainbow sippy cup

- Though he loves spending time indoors, Sirius does carry a rather adventurous side—a temperament most prevelant at the beach

- His inability to swim does not stop him one bit from barrelling head first in the sea, nor does the constant need to shake wet sand out of his ears

- So far he's recruited an army of flying seahorses there, naming each after a constellation like himself

- An independent soul, baby Sirius thrives on an adequate amount of privacy and alone time; as expected, getting a little brother is the least of his desires

- The horror blooming on his face upon seeing Regulus' wrinkled one, so eerily like his own, is comical and just slightly concerning

- He'd spend the first few weeks peering into Regulus' crib, grimacing whenever the newborn reached for him with his pudgy fingers

- But the prideful kid is fooling no one — many nights you've spotted a petite shadow slipping in and out of the nursery, and not once has Regulus thrown a fit in his sleep

- As they both grow older, and Sirius less displeased with someone toddling after him at all times, he starts to appreciate the extra company

- On sunny days, you'll bring them out to the beach, where Sirius will eagerly introduce to his brother the now alarmingly large number of flying seahorses at his service

- He'll point at everything from the sun to the waves to the shells washed ashore, explaning each in careful details

- To witness Sirius blossoming into the bright and inspiring child that he was born to be, as well as being part of his beautiful world, is nothing short of a wonderous journey

~ Remus Lupin ~

- Devilish or heaven-sent—baby Remus is most definitely both

- Having to rotate between the wizarding and muggle world frequently since birth, he's grown a keen eye for observing his surroundings

- There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that the cunning little trickster can't use to his full advantage

- Every knob, handle, straw, and toy becomes a weapon of destruction in his hands; every pout, dimpled smile, and batted eyelash becomes a ticket to more cookies, as if he doesn't already get enough on a daily basis

- Since most around him find themselves too busy being dazzled by his wit, it can be assumed that Remus gets away with a lot

- Turn your gaze away for a second, and the next you can expect some sort of disaster to strike his vicinity

- Catching the tips of his sandy hair on fire, emptying an entire bag of flour into his lap, switching labels on the sugar and salt tins—you name it, he's done it

- And that guilty giggle of his is a downright menace, the endearing sound never failing to distract you from the actual havoc he's wrecked

- Funny enough, however, tears are a rare occasion for Remus; for all the mischief and drama that he strives to create, the kid is also incredibly brave and resilient

- In some ways, he's got the temperament of a lion—usually amiable, but fierce and protective once provoked

- It is moments when his beliefs are compromised, in particular, that make for quite the violent outbursts—rare as they may be

- You've learnt to give him space for calming down alone, which he'd do until he's placated enough to climb into your lap, blotchy face pressed against yours in silent defeat

- On a lighter note, he's a firm believer in head butts as the remedy to sadness; if he so much as catches a sniffle or tear, you'll be sure to hear hurried waddling, followed by a gentle knock on the forehead in seconds

- He'd hold your hand too, pressing his warm palm into yours for reassurance

- Heart full of compassion, Remus takes it upon himself to rid the world of each injustice; be it an abandoned kneazle on the street, or a neglected elf in Diagon Alley, no act of cruelty escapes his eyes and tiny fists

- Such purpose stems from his ability not to see the world as it is, but as it should be—fair, altruistic, and bettering always

- Undeterred from finding the beauty in life, Remus also maintains a fondness for listening to different languages on the telly, and, with half a cookie in his mouth, mickming their sounds in eery semblance

- You love watching him during these hours—his wide amber eyes that remind you of all the hope in the world, of all the great things he will do one day

- And at night, when those eyes become hooded with sleep, you'll read travel book after travel book, the soft sound and vivid imagery of architectural wonders lulling him to sleep

- In addition, bath time is when he displays the greatest sign of magical talent; bubbles will gather into shapes like the crescent moon upon an unsuspecting blink, then disseminating with ease upon another

- Post-bath Remus smells of strawberries and milk powder, a scent which is overlaid with (surprise) cookie dough

- Unfortunately, keeping his feet away from his mouth then becomes somewhat of a Herculean task—the boy will gladly sacrifice a toe or two for his sweet tooth

- Most evenings, the two of you will take a stroll around the neighborhood, with Remus beaming and blushing from all the old-lady-cooing

- Lately, he's made good friends with every dog around the block too, having them follow him around like happy little ducklings

- For all his brilliance and passion, baby Remus is a force to be reckoned with—you know from the full swell of your heart that he's one special kid indeed

[mathmusic8]

Mosiah 7

I know it’s not the Bible, but the Book of Mormon has some great stories, too.

Take the book of Mosiah chapter 7. A guy named Ammon heads up a scouting party to go look for a group of people who’d left the main kingdom like 70 years earlier. After a long journey, Ammon and the scouts not only found the lost group, but the first person they walked up to happened to be the king out on a stroll.

So this King Limhi guy freaks out and throws them in prison for two days, and then when they’re called up to court he tells them that he wants to know why they were so bold as to approach him in broad daylight, and if he wasn’t so curious about it he absolutely would’ve killed them first thing.

Ammon’s first reaction, understandably, is to thank God (and the king) for sparing his life. Then he explains that he comes from their homeland Zarahemla to inquire about the group of people who’d left ages ago.

And King Limhi’s like “oh yeah, that was my grandpa” and then he’s like “Oh wait, y’all are from Zarahemla? Sweet! So you can totally free us from our oppressive taxing/warden/feudal lord neighbors! ‘Cause, uh, we’d literally rather be your slaves than stay here. This is so great! Hey, you, servant, call everyone here tomorrow! I’m making it a holiday! We’re gonna be freed!”

And we don’t get much of a description of Ammon’s reaction, but I imagine he’s gotta be like “uh, hang on, wait please, what exactly are you asking me to do???”

(King Limhi’s public speech the next day actually has a really cool testimony about trusting the Lord, but he also publicly makes the assumption that Ammon and his scouts are gonna help them fight their way out of the situation, so that was a thing haha.)

Eventually, Ammon and the other scouts help Limhi’s people sneak away back to Zarahemla where they become full citizens, and it’s all happy and good.

But man, those first few days must’ve been wild for poor Ammon trying to manage everyone’s expectations.

Like, “No, we don’t believe in slavery, please stop saying you'd rather be our slaves” and “you know, the more I hear about your history here, fighting really hasn’t worked out that well for you, has it? Can we just… run?”

There’s also this freedom-fighter-turned-general-turned-royal-advisor guy named Gideon (he's the one who actually suggested they all run), but he’s incredible and telling only part of his story wouldn’t do him justice, so I might get around to him later.

[jamsofdeath0]

Fenton makes eye contact with Damian before a determined expression crosses his face. A nearly unnatural wail yells from his rather small frame. "PEDO! PEDOPHILE! KIDNAPPER! HELP!"

Every one starts to crowd Masters and Fenton. Damian does not stray. If he's read this situation correctly Fenton will be coming to him. He's not sure what he's done to make Fenton trust him to help him escape what is obviously long term abuse. He assumes the poking game was some sort of test. Damian had however failed. Masters was obviously the only target that mattered and Damian failed to "stab" him. Whatever it was that has made Fenton place his in Damian he will not fail.

Damian is proven correct in his assumption as Fenton sprints at him the moment the crown lets him. Damian has the hand it to the boy he's made an impeccable distraction for all the adults. Fenton does not slow as he grabs Damian's wrist and pulls him along.

Damian has already started forming plans on how to make Fenton disappear, legally or otherwise but just to be certain he asks "What are we doing?"

"Running away; you're helping" Danny informs.

Again as expected the question is does Fenton have a plan "How?"

"See I knew you'd get it. You got knives right? You stab me as the kinda guy to have knives."

Turning a corner Damian smoothly passes Fenton a knife. He's decided he trusts Fenton's judgement.

"Sick, now I gotta cut out two trackers" Fenton states slicing open his side without flinching. He digs his fingers in the cut and yanks out a small object; crushing it. It's both impressive and angering. They stop. Odd as Fenton didn't even stop while slicing himself open.

Fenton turns to him and states "Imma need your help with the next part. See the second trackers in my ankle. I won't be able to walk after."

Damian is furious. It's such a simple yet devious plan. The only way for Fenton to escape is to cripple himself. Even if he cuts the tracker out he'll be too injured to run. Damian pulls out a second knife.

"Wow y'know I knew you'd have knives, but it's wild I can't tell where you're keeping em. Or even how many you have. Welp here we go. Cut here; NOT too deep." Fenton's clearly losing his composure. Damian will not blame him. He's been quite well so far.

Damian gently pulls Fenton to the ground kneeling beside him. He places the blade to the lateral malleolus. Fenton nods, bites his hand and shuts his eyes. Damian takes his queue and cuts Fenton open. Tracker B is not as deep. Logical if you do not wish to damage the person you are tracking. It almost makes Damian feel better. Damian wraps his wound and states "It is done."

"Thanks" Fenton grits. "Alright, Alright. Look fireman carry me outta here? Is your place good or do I need a find a place?

Damian thinks for a moment. Father would be more than willing to help Fenton. He answers as he picks him up. "Yes, my place is sufficient".

"Cool cool. Gods I hope you're okay with non-humans or this is about to get real awkward. Run straight through every wall you see till we're outta the building, K?"

A tingly feeling overcomes Damian and he does just that. Damian cannot say he had pegged Fenton as inhuman. He thinks this case has just gotten much more complicated then rich pedophile. He's not sure if this is worse or better.

"Nice, we can't use any more of my powers now that we're out. Vlad'll be able to track em. Just take me to your place as fast as possible, maybe?"

"Understood. Is it alright for me to call a ride?" It would be much easier to call Pennyworth but he does not wish to frighten Fenton.

"Ya do what ever, I've already put my neck on the line might as well go all the way. All or nothing y'know."

"Understood, do the cameras need to be wiped?" he asks. Texting Pennyworth for pick up.

"hmm, naw they'll probably help. Or Vlad'll wipe em. He's like me, powers that is. He doesn't want people to know. Cameras will slow him but they'll only help me. Evidence and all that."

That makes things more complicated. Fighting inhumans is always more annoying. It's interesting that Fenton doesn't care if he's outed as super.

"I see, Pennyworth will be here in four minutes. I informed him it was urgent."

"Cool thanks. Don't try to stab Vlad. He'll just turn intangible. I think I'm gonna pass out now."

Fenton does in fact pass out. Damian wonders if it's from pain, blood loss, or shock.

Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them?”

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it’s strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.

But why did Fenton look like that?