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I need someone knowledge about IDW characters because I want to make a one shot about Miko for whatever reason getting transported in the middle of Megatron's trial in the apex armor and immediately trying to throw hands.
Ultra Magnus is in the middle of reading Megatron's war crimes or something then out of nowhere Miko comes crashing in and breaks the podium. Everyone is immediately on edge and ready to fight but once the dust clears they are all very confused.
Who or what is that!???
She gets up and sees Megatron and this weird place so she assumes he has something to do with it. So the situation plays out like:
Miko: Ugh, where a- YOU!!! đŤľ
Megatron confused: Me??
Miko: What the frag is going on and who are all these people? Magnus?
Ultra Magnus: Identify yourself creature.
Miko: You don't remember me? Dude it's me!
Ultra Magnus: I do not know who you are.
Miko: What's going on?! Why does everyone look so different???
Miko to Megatron: WHAT DID YOU DO?!
Megatron: I didn't do anything?????
Miko: You might look different but you're the same old buckethead who tried taking over Earth!
Megatron: W-hat?? What's Earth?
Miko then punches Megatron in the face and tries to destroy him. She's torn off by multiple bots. Then idk I don't know what happens next. I don't know how these characters would react or what they do.
#the plot armor is for everyone else#they need the protection from miko's fury#transformers#tfp#miko nakadai#tfp miko#maccadam#transformers prime#tf#idw transformers#tf idw#transformers idw#idw megatron#idw ultra magnus
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Sorry if you've gone over this before but I was curious as to what you'd think it would take for Leo to finally break in front of his brothers?
Weâve actually seen Leo break his persona multiple times throughout the series! And pretty much each and every time has a common theme present: his family being in danger.
#non au ask#probably the biggest break he has is immediately after Raph protects him from the Krang and forces him to leave Raph behind#not once in the series has Leo shown a greater horror than the moment heâs out of the pod knowing Raph was left behind#and he makes that break KNOWN#he shovels it down again soon enough but yeah#also noteworthy is his reaction to losing Gram Gram#and(less of a sad break but a still a break of his lackadaisical persona) when he IMMEDIATELY gets serious when Raphâs missing in the sewer#actually I think of Leo being serious about Raph missing in the sewers a lot#luckily (or not lol) for his mask these breaks happen mostly when everyone else is ALSO freaking out#so more focus is put on to the entire situation than simply Leoâs reaction to it#but yeah Leo loves his family SO MUCH so of course theyâre consistently his breaking point#tbh tho all of them share that breaking point#cannot BELIEVE I didnât mention it but his âIâm nothing without themâ speech ALSO HAPPENS WHEN HE THINKS HIS BROS ARE IN DANGER#itâs all fun and games until plot armor loses its durability!
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yoohoo, I just need you to know you've ruined my lifeâď¸ /j but like. finished reading frequency, what three days ago now? and since the moment I put it down, I have been. directionless. listless. I am consumed by, not DESPAIR, because despair is too passionate a word but. dissatisfaction? I miss the life I lived while I was still reading it. which is honestly rather appropriate considering some of the themes in the fic. I miss the person I was when half of my mind existed in the realm of the au. I fear I may never get over it and I may never recover the life I once had before this fic ruined me for all others, but I also cannot bring myself to regret reading it even if I never feel satisfaction again. I have tasted ambrosia, and the bread and wine of men shall forever be ash upon my tongue. pay my therapy bill.

i know these asks were sent in july but i love them and want to immortalize before they get buried in my inbox
first of all thank you so much!!! frequency has been one of my favourite projects to do over the past couple years i love that ppl are so into this absurdly niche fic. (i cannot pay ur therapy u simply must reread it forever rip (i mean writing it was like 50/50 self-indulgence and catharsis which means maybe reading it does the same thing lmaoo))
second yes! yeah it was Six who changed the timeline. a big old theme, possibly the main theme, of the whole fic is about change and who gets to create it. Six mirrors Thad in the ways that he believes himself unworthy of importance, and that the capacity to create change is inherently barred from him because of who and what he is.
so it was really important that Six was the one to make the choice to try change things - the guy whos entire powerset relies on being as inconsequential as possible. it shatters the original timeline, it results in his death, it causes a lot of very bad ripple effects, but he also saves Nathaniel. who saves Jude. who together both save Thad - who saves Bart and CRAYDL and defeats Three and discovers his own capacity for change in the process.
that was sort of the point of the whole "the spectrum of change is a horizon, not a tower" litany. there's no hierarchy. anybody can go towards it, they just gotta choose where they're going.
Six doesn't really save the day, but by wrenching the prewritten tragedy off its course, he creates the opportunity for Thad & co. to save it themselves.
#asks#frequency fic#morriganmisbeth#genuinely fell so in love with Six while writing frequency and it definitely shows lmao#but at his core he's basically just Thad's fixation on ''importance'' taken to its logical extreme#Six doesn't think he can do anything about anything so he doesn't even try. because he's - in a very meta sense - not the main character#in the same way that Three - in a very meta sense - has decided his only escape is to Become The Main Character#it matters a lot when Six ''goes linear'' because (by fostering real connections with Jude and Nathaniel) he has become part of the story#and therefore has to experience it like everyone else#and has the capacity to affect the narrative like everyone else#like Three's whole speech to Bart about ''if the universe didn't want me to kill you somebody wouldve stopped me by now''#is basically 2 degrees away from a kinda meta awareness that - purely by virtue of being the main character - Bart has plot armor#Three knows that if he becomes Bart Allen he can basically do anything and everything#because there wouldn't be a fucking story otherwise#and then Thad's ultimate realization in the end is that. yknow. hes a person. and Bart's a person.#and obsessing over who gets to do x or y because the ''universe'' says so is bullshit#hes literally part of the universe he gets to do whatever he wants because HE says so#tags went long sorry i like talking abt this
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I'll take "characters that give off the absolute exact same vibe" for 500
These two:
And these two:

Like tell me I'm wrong
#life of luxury#luxury dark#parker#chester#paranormal#paranormal investigators#Mandela Catalogue#adam#Jonah#only difference is Chester and Parker would survive the entirety of the Mandela Catalogue by doing nothing#they have the worlds strongest plot armor#they'd wake up after Gabriel snd the alternates killed everyone else on earth like âbro what happened lets check the camerasâ
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Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)
Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)
Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue Ă Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?
#new age au#really enjoying the idea of Reaper + Geno having an heir at some point (and them sending that heir over to Night's kingdom for#exposure to other places as well as to hang with his third cool knight dad who's hard at work đ)#Kane has little to no development besides being a perfect angel (foil to Reset's eventual turn to poor choices) so I'd love to do#to him what I do to every oc of mine. (Namely: Throw them into the Kingdom and see what they do.)#oh! and I could see Blue and Dream (beloved boys) listening to the warnings of possible complications if they try to have a lil babybones#and Dream deciding he'd take the risk and carry the growing soul#(<- though tbf this is MANY years into the future and they'd be well established knights of the realm)#i'm not evil so they *would* manage to avoid the twins curse and have a singular beautiful babybones#they'd get raised partially on the move but stay behind with Night and Error if the two had a more dangerous mission#and grow up to be an obnoxiously powerful warrior following after their dads#(but they'd probably be hesitant to follow into the footsteps of being a knight and might go on a quest with friends before choosing a#final path for themselves)#<- Most spoiled rotten kid ever. courtesy of Nightmare and Error and all their extended family <3#oh last note. Ancha has me cracking up w/ ideas for Cross potentially meeting someone and I was beamed w/ an old ship request post I saw and#I think it'd be funny to include Lust in here somehow... (probably call him smth else as a nickname but y'know-)#like. He works in the city around the castle as some sort of... idk tailor? and he's been making things for Nightmare for years without#knowing because Ccino always was discreet about the orders and providing measurements + always tipped well so it was none of his business#but one day it's like. before a big announcement ceremony or smth and Ccino drags Cross in by the scruff because no one can get him to get#clothes that actually fit aside from armor (hc he steals the others clothes a lot and wears 1 shirt until it's threadbare)#so Ccino makes him go to Lust and Lust is able to get him fitted for sone new outfits because. well. Lust doesn't do much but he's very very#handsome and Cross is super easily flustered and shy around new people and he's awkward and aughhh.#and then he thinks about the interaction for the next month before deciding he's going to ask Ccino to go back there again.#and Lust likes dressing Cross up in new outfits (everyone thinks it's great Cross is loosening up and meeting new friends cuz Lust introduce#s him to people in town) and it takes forever for Cross to get over his worries and ask Lust out to a ride on his horse (romantic. of course#) and Lust agrees because he's charmed.#and the best part would be Cross *actually* manages to keep it a secret. like. no one finds out until one morning Killer bursts into Cross'#room to wake him for surprise training and it's Cross. the weird Dog. and- holy shit did Cross have someone over???#Cross pulls the cool ones frfr đ#it's just a casual thing between them with little plot relevance or drama I think. just a chill lil relationship đ
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the only character GUARENTEED to make it out of the finale is godot
#critical role#candela obscura#the circle of tide and bone#candela obscura the circle of tide and bone#godot â¤ď¸#godot has automatic plot armor#everyone else is fucked#aabria is not afraid to do a tpk but she knows not to kill the emotional support godot#AT LEAST I HOPE SO
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Plot armor but itâs Bruce Wayneâs wealth.
Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.
He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked â#1 worker-friendly corporationâ, and productively and profits soar again.
Ok, so clearly investing his workers isnât the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.
But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WEâs new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.
Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.
Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.
So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because theyâve been claiming all these measures heâs implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and theyâre finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyoneâs eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. Thatâll go well, right?
Gothamâs infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.
Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city isâŚ.Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gothamâs infrastructure somehow increases WEâs profits.
Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (itâs not his fault the best administrative system software is WEâhe looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.
Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.
Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.
Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. Itâs so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce canât even donate to his own charity.
But by this time, Bruce has children. If he canât get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?
Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, wonât touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and wonât legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richardâs footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruceâs wealth. And she wonât even accept a trust fund of only one million.
Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then heâs at least not have the money.
So childrenâgenerous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, childrenâare also out.
Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the worldâs superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroesâbut the public canât know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.
At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.
The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.
Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.
All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.
Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.
But by GOD is he trying.
#batman#bruce wayne#laws of this dc universe say Gotham is always a hellcity#and bruce wayne is always filthy rich#bruce wayne is fighting with everything he has against both those facts#heâs not going to win#but heâs not going to stop either#bruce crying with fistfuls of money in his hands: take it. PLEASE#the public: donate more???
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Trash Novel Chronicles: Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles - Leona Kingscholar x Reader
When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!
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You're just an average person, doing normal human things like eating, sleeping, and, of course, staring at your poster of Leona Kingscholar for three hours straight. Totally healthy behavior. People have hobbies, right? Some knit, some jog, and youâŚ? You defend your fictional lion husband from slander on the internet. Youâre practically a digital knight in shining armor.
The story that has consumed your very soul? Oh, just your typical ClichĂŠ Villainess Academy Novel: Revenge Editionâ˘. The plot is so by-the-book, itâs basically a war crime against creativity. Female lead? Sheâs been in love with the male lead since he gave some boring welcome speech that apparently hit her so hard, her brain rewired itself into a romantic mess.
The villainess? Obviously in love with the male lead too, but her one and only goal in life is making the heroineâs existence a never-ending trainwreck of public embarrassment. And the male lead? Sweet summer child. He just wants to get his degree and avoid eye contact with all of these lunatics.
Enter: Leona Kingscholar, the second male lead. The man, the myth, the walking sarcasm machine. Heâs there purely to fuel jealousy in everyone elseâs love story, but for you? Heâs everything. The brooding, lazy, hot second male lead who rolls his eyes at every plot point like heâs just as done with this novel as you are. He has better things to do, like nap, but here he is, dragged into this mess by proximity.
If it were up to you, he and the male lead would run off together, leave the heroine and villainess to start their own hobby club about emotional devastation, and the two guys would live happily ever after in matching beach chairs somewhere.
But no. Instead, youâre stuck reading about her fawning over him while Leona is just⌠there. Existing. The only thing keeping your interest alive.
And now? Now, your loyalty to Leona Kingscholar is about to pay off. The fan event of the century is just days away. Itâs going to be glorious. A whole day dedicated to Leonaâmerch, fan contests, life-sized cardboard cutouts (which, letâs be honest, youâre ready to risk it all for). You've cleared your schedule, mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable squealing, and created a battle plan for acquiring the best merch before everyone else.
But fate? Fateâs cruel.
Youâre casually defending Leonaâs honor online as usual, battling some no-name troll who dares to claim that the male lead is "better written." (HA! You laugh in their wrong face.) But thenâwhatâs this? A an likes your tweet about Leona! And not just any author. THE ONE YOU LOVE. The serotonin shoots through you like an adrenaline shot straight to the brain.
Your heartâs racing. Youâre vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear. You leap out of your chair like some majestic gazelleâor at least thatâs what you tell yourself as you promptly trip over the plushie army that guards your floor.
Before you know it, youâre tumbling, body flailing like a noodle, bouncing down the stairs in what feels like slow motion. The world spins. Your merch shelves mock you from the distance. You land at the bottom in a heap, your soul floating just above your body.
"Is this⌠how it ends?" you wheeze, gasping for breath, more in shock than pain. As your vision starts to fade, all you can think is: I never made it to the Leona eventâŚ.
And with that, you die. Crushed under the weight of fandom.
You wake up, and your first thought isnât the usual, âOh, Iâve been isekaiâd into a new world, how fascinating, Iâll have time to adjust in a moment of peace and reflection.â No. You wake up and it hits you like a brick: Oh no. Female lead.
But then, a beam of hope breaks through the clouds of despair and shines down on you like a heavenly spotlight: Wait. Leona Kingscholar is here.
Before you can even revel in the thought of being in the same universe as your broody lion crush, reality smacks you upside the head. Loud voices are pulling you back to the scene unfolding right in front of your very eyes.
You blink. Hold on. This is not a bedroom, and this is definitely not a private moment to gather your thoughts like in every other isekai novel. Oh no, youâve been thrown directly into the group project scene.
You know, the one where the villainess is sharpening her claws on the heroine while Leona watches from the sidelines like heâs two seconds away from a permanent nap? Yeah, youâre smack in the middle of it.
The villainess, looking as pissed off as usual, is glaring daggers at the trembling heroine, who is staring at you with those wide, teary eyes like youâre supposed to swoop in and save her from this verbal smackdown.
And thatâs when it hits you: youâre the male lead. The original goody-two-shoes, justice-loving male lead who always stepped in to defend the heroine. The one who got suckered into every clichĂŠ moment, complete with sparkles and heroic speeches about morality and blah blah blah.
Not you, though.
You take one look at the heroine. Sheâs giving you this look like youâre her knight in shining armor, expecting you to throw yourself in front of her and deliver some dramatic monologue about kindness and decency. And you? You're mentally checking out of this scene faster than the speed of light.
Nah. Youâre not about that life.
Your gaze drifts to Leona, sitting on the far side of the room, slouched over like heâs wondering why heâs being subjected to this emotional soap opera when he could be napping. His face screams "done," and honestly? Same. He meets your gaze, eyes half-lidded and bored, probably hoping youâll do the usual male lead routine and put an end to this nonsense.
But oh no, todayâs different.
You casually stroll over to where Leona is sitting, ignoring the drama unfolding behind you. With the swagger of someone who knows exactly what theyâre about to do is going to blow some minds, you hold out your hand to him. "So, uh⌠you want to ditch this disaster and go take a nap? Or maybe raid the kitchens? Iâm thinking we play hooky and pretend this never happened."
Leonaâs eyes flicker with surprise for half a second. The male lead? The goody-two-shoes-moral-compass of the entire plot? The guy who literally lived to stop drama in its tracks? Is offering to blow off this whole mess? He raises an eyebrow, smirking like the cat who caught the canary.
"Didnât think you had it in you," Leona drawls, but you can tell heâs already down for this. "Alright. Letâs go. If anyone asks, Iâm gonna say you dragged me out."
"Deal," you say, trying not to look too smug. And with that, you turn on your heel, and with Leona at your side, you head for the door, leaving behind a shell-shocked villainess and a teary-eyed heroine whoâs probably still processing the fact that her supposed knight in shining armor just dipped.
As you and Leona stroll out, you hear the villainess mutter, âWhat⌠just happened?â and you canât help but grin. You may have just turned the plot upside down, but at least youâre doing it in style.
"Hey, Leona," you say, nudging him, "think we can find some of those fancy desserts in the kitchen? Iâm starving."
Leona snorts, shoving his hands into his pockets. "If youâre buying, sure."
And just like that, the male lead and the second male lead walk off into the sunsetâor rather, the campus courtyardâhand in hand with a new mission: Avoiding all future plot nonsense at all costs.
Youâre not sure how you got here, staring at the over-the-top ball decorations like youâve stepped into a bargain bin fairytale, but hey, life has taken a weird turn lately. You, of all people, are living out the plot of a novel so clichĂŠ it makes your head hurt.
But you guess thatâs what happens when you get isekaiâd into a second-rate villainess story. The only thing missing is a glass slipper and some woodland creatures to sing with.
And of course, surprise! The ball isnât just some casual evening of sipping punch and avoiding the villainessâs death stares. No, if you donât nail the ball, you donât graduate. Because nothing says "academic achievement" like knowing how to waltz while dressed like a background character from Bridgerton.
So here you are, in ball lessons, where everyone is nervously pairing off while youâre trying not to roll your eyes into another dimension. The heroine, with her usual doe-eyed sparkle, gets paired with you first. And letâs be real: sheâs either terrible at dancing, or sheâs using this as an excuse to get you to hold her close.
But you? Oh no. Youâve read enough of this garbage to know where thatâs going, and you have zero interest in playing out the âclose embrace, sparks flying, almost-kissâ trope. Absolutely not.
As soon as the music starts, you decide itâs time to act. You let your feet stumbleâdeliberately, of courseâand flail around like youâve never seen a ballroom floor in your life. The heroine, bless her clueless heart, giggles like she thinks youâre just being cute, but youâre not about to humor this. When the instructorâs eyes lock onto you, you seize the opportunity.
"Oh no!" you say dramatically, throwing a hand over your forehead like youâre in some kind of soap opera. "Iâm so bad at this. Could someone please teach me how to dance?"
You pause, glance around the room, and then lock eyes with Leona Kingscholar.
"Leona!" you shout, loud enough that the whole room freezes. "Youâre the second prince! You mustâve had etiquette lessons, right? Teach me how to dance!"
The room collectively loses its mind. The heroine looks like youâve just slapped her with a glove and challenged her to a duel. The villainess is staring at you like youâve lost your marbles. And Leona? Leonaâs expression is somewhere between utter confusion and why me.
Leona leans back, crossing his arms, visibly annoyed. âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he mutters, but thereâs no denying the faint twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth when he sees the heroine and villainess get shoved into an awkward dancing pair together.
Despite his clear irritation, Leona steps forward, because letâs face it, heâs the kind of guy whoâll humor you if it means avoiding worse drama. You slide into position with him, and honestly? Youâre in heaven. You can barely focus on your feet, too busy trying to hide your grin while you imagine all the drama this is causing behind you.
Meanwhile, the heroine and the villainess are floundering around, tripping over each other like theyâve got two left feet each. The villainess is grinding her teeth, and the heroine keeps stepping on her toes. Itâs a glorious disaster.
Leona, despite his annoyance, is surprisingly good at this. Heâs leading with the kind of effortless grace that makes you wonder how someone so lazy can still be so competent at everything. Youâre definitely not staring at his sharp features while he dances, not at all.
"You do realize this is a waste of time, right?" Leona grumbles under his breath, his eyes flicking to the chaos unfolding behind you. "Why me, herbivore? You couldâve asked anyone else."
You just shrug, trying not to sound too smug. "What can I say? I have excellent taste in dance partners."
Leonaâs brow twitches like heâs torn between smirking and rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." But the smirk wins out, especially when the villainess and heroine fumble yet again, nearly toppling over each other.
You glance up at him, beaming. Leona Kingscholar might be annoyed, but heâs not stopping anytime soon. And you? Youâre just here for the ride, watching the heroine and villainess self-destruct from the safety of Leonaâs arms.
Ball lessons? Piece of cake.
Youâve been doing everything humanly possible to avoid the female lead like sheâs a carrier of the medieval plague. You thought youâd be safe here, hiding behind your âIâm too busy and mysterious for romanceâ persona, but noâsomehowâthe more you avoid her, the more sheâs convinced that youâre the dark, brooding, irresistible male lead sheâs always dreamed of.
You know, the type who avoids emotional connections but secretly harbors a heart of gold. But the truth is, youâre just a guy trying to get through the day so you can swoon over Leona Kingscholar in peace.
Itâs not like youâve been subtle about it either. Youâve been dropping hints left and right, hoping the universe would give you a break and let the female lead fall in love with literally anyone else. But no. Somehow, everyone is ignoring your very obvious affection for Leona.
Itâs like youâre stuck in a tragic comedy where the female lead falls harder for you the more you try to disappear, and Leona just⌠well, heâs just living his best life, completely unaware of your internal screaming.
Take the latest tea party, for example. You were just trying to enjoy some pastries, maybe steal a glance at Leona from across the table, when the heroine decides to make her move. She picks up a delicate slice of cake and holds it out to you, eyes sparkling with that innocent-yet-hopeful look that says, âThis is our moment.â
You? Youâre not having any of that. Nope. No way. Youâre not about to be part of this rom-com narrative. So, without missing a beat, you casually take the cake from her and, in one smooth motion, turn and offer it to Leona, whoâs lounging lazily next to you, looking like heâd rather be anywhere else.
Leona raises an eyebrow at you, clearly baffled by why youâre holding out cake like heâs some sort of royal who expects to be hand-fed. âWhat are you doing?â he mutters, looking suspiciously between you and the cake.
âJust thought youâd like some,â you say with a straight face, ignoring the heroineâs stunned expression. Sheâs sitting there, fork still poised in the air, blinking rapidly like youâve just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.
Leona huffs, looking mildly irritated but mostly confused. After a pause, he shrugs and leans forward, taking a bite of the cake without even bothering to lift his own hand. âWhatever,â he mutters between chews. âTastes fine.â
You nod, satisfied. Meanwhile, the heroine looks like sheâs on the verge of tears, and the villainess is smirking in the background like sheâs about to take out popcorn and enjoy the drama.
Later that day, you find a nice, quiet spot under a tree to relax. Youâve managed to avoid any major incidents so far, and for once, youâre not being dragged into some dramatic showdown. You lie back, close your eyes, and just let yourself chill. But, of course, the universe doesnât want you to have peace.
Enter Leona.
Without a word, he flops down next to you, takes one look at your position, and decidesâout of all the places he could sitâthat your lap is the best pillow option available. You feel his head plop down on your lap like this is the most normal thing in the world. You stare down at him, completely dumbfounded, while he just closes his eyes and lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
âLeona?â you start, voice half bewildered, half amused. âYou good?â
âShut up,â he mutters without opening his eyes. âYouâre more comfortable than the grass.â
You blink at him, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Meanwhile, the villainess strolls by, spots the two of you under the tree, and comes to an immediate halt. Her face contorts into a mix of disbelief and confusion, like sheâs just witnessed something unholy. You can almost hear her mental scream of, what the hell is going on here?!
She doesnât say anything, though. Just stands there, hands clenched, before turning on her heel and storming off. You donât even care. Youâre too busy reveling in the fact that Leona chose your lap as his personal resting place. If that isnât a win, you donât know what is.
And then, of course, thereâs the infamous hallway incident. The heroineâwho, by this point, youâre pretty sure has developed some kind of radar for finding youâcomes running toward you. She trips over something (the air? her own foot? you donât know) and launches herself straight into your arms in what is clearly an attempt to trigger some rom-com, slow-motion embrace.
But you? Youâre not here for this.
With the reflexes of a seasoned avoider, you sidestep her dramatic fall, and she goes face-first into the floor. Thereâs a stunned silence as she lies there, unmoving, probably processing how she ended up eating dirt.
You glance over at Leona, whoâs watching the whole thing with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying the trainwreck. You give him a slight nod of approval, and he just rolls his eyes, a small grin still tugging at his lips.
The villainess, standing a few feet away, is laughing her head off. Sheâs doubled over, clutching her stomach, while the heroineâs dignity is scattered all over the floor. But you? Youâre just staring at Leona, completely ignoring the chaos around you.
Somehow, despite all the madness, you canât help but think: this is fine.
The day of the big spelldrive match arrives, and the heroine has never looked more confident in her life. Sheâs decked out in her teamâs colors, standing tall at the edge of the field, waiting for you to join her in your usual spot. You know, like a loyal dog. A loyal, obedient dog who always does what she expects.
But not today.
Today, you roll up to the game decked out head to toe in full Savanaclaw merch. We're talking a custom jersey with Leonaâs name on the back, a headband, face paint, andâjust to really emphasize the pointâa Savanaclaw banner tied around your neck like youâve decided to cosplay as Captain Lion Fang.
You take your seat in the Savanaclaw section and immediately start hyping up the crowd like youâre getting paid for it. The heroine spots you from across the field and stares like sheâs watching a crime scene unfold in real-time. Meanwhile, Leonaâs already spotted you, and the smug smirk on his face tells you heâs LOVING the attention.
The game kicks off, and with each goal Leona scores, youâre going feral.
Youâre screaming your lungs out, waving your banner around like youâre auditioning for some weird mascot gig. People are looking at you like youâve lost your mind, but you donât care. This is YOUR moment.
Leona, on the field, is living for it. Every time he glances your way, he adds a little extra flair to his plays, just to make you scream louder. He scores, and youâre on your feet, jumping up and down like youâve won the lottery.
At this point, the heroine is practically catatonic. Her world is crumbling before her eyes. You can practically see her brain struggling to process what sheâs witnessing: you, her loyal supporter, decked out in Savanaclaw gear and cheering for her rival.
âI... I donât understandâŚâ she whispers, her voice trembling like sheâs been betrayed by the universe itself. âWhy arenât you cheering for us?â
You turn to her with all the nonchalance of someone whoâs just ordered fries at a drive-thru. âUh⌠Leonaâs hot?â
Itâs like you slapped her across the face with a wet fish. She stands there, frozen, her eyes wide, like sheâs witnessing the fall of an empire. "B-But... you're supposed to support me!"
Before you can reply with another devastating truth bomb, Leona casually strolls over after winning the game, looking like he just walked out of a perfume ad. His hairâs tousled, a thin sheen of sweat making him look even more annoyingly handsome. He stops in front of you, smirking like heâs been planning this moment his entire life.
"Didnât know you were my biggest fan," he drawls, voice low and lazy. âGotta say, Iâm impressed with your enthusiasm. Screaminâ my name like that⌠kinda hard to ignore.â
You open your mouth, ready to fire back with something witty, but what comes out is more of a high-pitched squeak, followed by, âHahaha, Y-Yeah⌠youâre welcome?â
And then, the words that break you: âHow âbout we celebrate with a nap?â
Your brain freezes. A nap? You? With Leona? Your heart is doing cartwheels while the rest of your organs are busy melting into a puddle. Your mouth is moving, but all that comes out is an unintelligible âUhhuhmm.â
Leona chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. He reaches out, grabbing your wrist, and starts dragging you off with himâright in front of everyone. He doesnât even care that the entire field is watching. Heâs already made up his mind.
The heroine, meanwhile, is standing there in stunned silence, her brain fully blue-screening as she watches you and Leona disappear. Sheâs still processing the Leonaâs comment when the villainess, who has been observing this whole disaster unfold, finally chimes in from the sidelines with a shrug.
âWell, as long as itâs not the heroine,â she says, flicking her hair back with an air of satisfaction. âThis is fine.â
And off you go, being dragged to a nap date youâre definitely not mentally prepared for, your face burning hotter than the sun. Leona glances back at you, that smug smirk still plastered on his face. "Youâre lookinâ a little red there. You sure youâre up for this?"
You sputter, tripping over your own words. "I-Iâm fine! Totally fine! Nap? Cool! Casual napping! No big deal!â
Leona just chuckles again, clearly entertained by how much you're floundering. âIf you say so. Just donât pass out before we get there.â
Yeah. Donât pass out. Easier said than done when the man of your dreams is casually dragging you off to nap like it's no big deal while your brain screams at you in ten different languages.
This is fine. Totally fine. Youâre fine.
Maybe.
You were sitting with Jack and Ruggie at the cafeteria, chatting about nothing in particularâwell, Jack was chatting. Ruggie was there purely because you promised to pay for his lunch. Still, youâd like to think that maybe, just maybe, he stuck around because he actually enjoyed your company. Maybe.
âSo, any tips on how to deal with midterms?â Jack asked, ears twitching as he looked at you with that wide-eyed eagerness that only first-years ever had. He was honestly like a giant puppy, trying so hard to be good.
You leaned back in your chair, doing your best impression of a wise and worldly senior, which mostly involved pretending you werenât sweating about your own midterms. âMy advice? Caffeine. And if you have the chance to sleep, take it. Oh, and donât forget to eat. I learned that one the hard way.â
Jack nodded seriously, committing it all to memory like you were passing down sacred knowledge. Meanwhile, Ruggie was on his third helping of food, barely acknowledging the conversation.
"Hey, if you're handing out wisdom, how âbout you tell me how to get free food more often?â Ruggie said between bites, shooting you a cheeky grin.
âIsnât that already your specialty?â you shot back, eyeing the mountain of food in front of him.
He just laughed. âCanât argue with that, but having backup plans never hurt.â
Before you could respond, you felt a shadow fall over the table. You looked up, half expecting it to be the heroine or some random classmate, but nope. It was Leona. Leona, who you were 99% sure had skipped class because he always skips class. And he looked⌠annoyed?
Oh no.
He ignored Jack and Ruggie completely, his sharp gaze zeroing in on you like youâd committed some grave crime. âOi, herbivore,â he drawled, hands in his pockets like this wasnât weird at all. âLetâs go.â
âGo where?â you asked, blinking up at him. Leona never approached people unless he wanted something.
âTo the tree,â he said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âThe tree?â Jack echoed, ears perking up in confusion.
Ruggie, on the other hand, was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. âOho~ Someoneâs in demand.â
Leona shot Ruggie a look that couldâve curdled milk. âShut it, Ruggie.â
Your brain was still trying to process the situation. You were sitting here, minding your own business, giving sage advice about caffeine and survival, and now Leona was dragging you off to his tree like it was completely normal?
He didnât wait for an answer. He just grabbed your wrist, yanking you up from your seat as if this was some kind of kidnap situation, and started walking toward the courtyard.
âUhâLeona? Whatâs going on?â you asked, doing your best to keep up without tripping over your own feet.
Leona didnât even look back. âYouâre talkinâ too much. Need some peace and quiet.â
You blinked, thoroughly confused but not necessarily mad about being dragged off. Itâs just⌠âWhy am I involved in your nap plans?â
ââCause I said so.â
Wow, cryptic. You were about to ask again when you reached the tree. The infamous Leona nap spot. He plopped down against the trunk and, before you could protest, pulled you down next to him. Without another word, he stretched out andâbecause apparently boundaries didnât existârested his head on your lap.
This was⌠This was happening.
You glanced around, half expecting to see a camera crew pop out and tell you this was some elaborate prank, but nope. Leona was lounging on you like it was the most natural thing in the world, eyes already closed, arms crossed behind his head.
âUh, Leona?â
âShut up. Mâ tryinâ to sleep.â
You stared down at him, your brain short-circuiting. This was the third time this week heâd done this. Just⌠kidnapped you for a nap. What was his deal? Was your lap particularly comfortable? Did you radiate some kind of sleepy aura? What was going on here?
Meanwhile, from the distance, you spotted her. The villainess. Watching. For the third time in as many days. And you could see it. You could see the moment she put the pieces together. Her eyes widened in slow realization, her lips twitching into a smirk. She knew. She finally knew.
When Leona finally woke upâafter what felt like hours of you sitting there, too dazed to moveâyou were free. For now. He stretched lazily and gave you a casual âThanks,â as if this wasnât the most bizarre situation youâd ever been in, and you quickly scrambled away, making your way back to the dorms with your head spinning.
And thatâs when the villainess cornered you.
Oh no.
There she was, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing look, her sharp gaze trained on you like a predator sizing up its prey. You swallowed nervously. She was about to confront you about the heroine, wasnât she? This was it. This was the moment. Was she going to declare some rivalry? Challenge you to a duel? Confess to you? Make this whole thing painfully awkward?
She smiled, and it was not the evil grin you were expecting. âIâm on your side.â
You blinked. ââŚWhat?â
She pushed off the wall, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with a new kind of intensity. âLeona. I know youâre after him.â
Your heart stopped. This was it. She was going to call you out andâwait, what did she just say?
âIâll help you confess to Leona,â she said, matter-of-factly. âOn one condition.â
You were staring at her like sheâd just sprouted wings and started speaking in tongues. âYou⌠will?â
She nodded. âYes. If you help me become more influential than that heroine, Iâll help you get Leona to notice you more.â
You blinked again, processing her words. She wanted your help to outshine the heroine, and in exchange, sheâd be your wingwoman? Wingwoman?!
You grinned, holding out your hand for a dramatic shake. âHell yeah.â
She clasped your hand, her smile mirroring yours. "Consider it a deal."
And just like that, you walked away from the most unexpected alliance of your life, fully equipped with a villainess-turned-wingwoman and a new plan to win over Leona.
Honestly? Life was getting weirder by the day.
âOkay, so just to confirm,â Ruggieâs eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head. âYou want us to sit through this poetry reading,â he said, drawing out the word like it was some cursed phrase, âand cheer for the villainess. And in return, I get all the food left over?â
âYup,â you nodded, trying to keep a straight face.
âAnd Jackâs here becauseâŚ?â
âI asked him nicely.â
Jack shrugged, tail flicking behind him. âIâm just here to help.â
Ruggie snorted, glancing at you with a grin. âThis better be some damn good poetry then. And the food better be worth it.â
âOh, trust me,â you said, patting Ruggie on the back. âIt will be.â
Little did you know, this was going to be a disaster of epic proportions.
The poetry reading started as expectedâwith the heroine striding up to the front of the room, practically glowing under the dim spotlight. She cleared her throat, clasped her hands dramatically, and began.
âIt was a night⌠much like tonightâŚâ
Your first instinct was to cringe, but you held it in, glancing sideways at Jack and Ruggie. Jack was doing his best to stay stoic, but you could see his ears twitching in discomfort. Ruggie had his hand over his mouth, clearly biting back laughter.
The poem continued, painfully dragging on about stars and roses and something about âdestinyâs kiss.â By the time she reached the end, there was a collective sigh of relief from the audience. You werenât even sure what you had just listened to, but you knew it wasnât good.
Jack⌠Jack was crying. You stared at him, horrified. âAre you okay?â
âItâs⌠itâs so bad,â he sniffed, wiping his eyes. âI didnât know poetry could be this bad.â
Ruggie had his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. âThis is better than I thought,â he wheezed.
You shot him a look, but even you had to admit, this was pure comedy gold. Poor Jack had no idea what hit him.
The villainess, bless her heart, was watching all of this unfold with a look of shock and confusion, but when it was finally her turn to read, she stepped up like a queen. Her voice was smooth, the words flowing like silk, and you couldnât help but be genuinely impressed. She absolutely killed it.
The plan was working perfectly. You and your crew started clapping, cheering like you were at a rock concert. Jack, who was still recovering from the emotional trauma of the heroineâs poem, clapped too, albeit more quietly.
But just as you were about to get even louder, you felt a hand on your shoulder. âOi, sit down,â Leona grumbled, pulling you back into your seat.
âWhatâ?â
He didnât offer any explanation, just kept you firmly seated next to him, his face set in a bored expression. You blinked in confusion but decided not to argue. It wasnât like you didnât enjoy sitting next to Leona⌠it was just weird.
And by the grin the villainess was sporting, it seems like everything went exactly according to plan. Both for her and you.
After the poetry reading wrapped up, you gathered the leftovers like you promised. Ruggie was already hovering around, practically drooling over the spread.
âHere, take it all,â you said, handing the basket over. âDealâs a deal.â
Ruggie beamed, clutching the food to his chest like a treasure hoard. âPleasure doing business with ya!â
Jack was much more polite, bowing his head slightly. âThanks for the notes. Theyâll be a big help.â
âAnytime,â you replied with a smile, watching the two of them head off. Ruggie was already halfway through a sandwich, talking a mile a minute, while Jack followed along, still looking like he might need therapy after the heroineâs performance.
That left you alone⌠with Leona, who had been standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âWhat?â you asked, half-expecting him to complain about something. He always had something to complain about.
âYou mind explaining what the hell that was?â
âUh⌠what do you mean?â
Leonaâs tail flicked in irritation, his eyes narrowing. âIâm talking about you, whispering and giggling with that villainess all the time. What, you after her now that you ditched the heroine?â
You blinked at him, utterly baffled. âWhat? No, of course not. Why would I be after her?â
Leonaâs jaw clenched. âYou tell me. All Iâve seen is you hanginâ around with her, whispering, plottinâ... Iâve seen how you look at her.â
It took a moment for your brain to catch up, but then it hit you like a ton of bricks.
Oh my god. He was jealous.
A slow grin spread across your face as the realization sunk in. Leona, Leona Kingscholar, was jealous. And over you.
Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. âYouâre jealous~.â
Leona froze, his eyes widening for a split second before narrowing dangerously. âWhat?â
âYouâre jealous,â you repeated, giddiness bubbling up inside you. You could barely contain your excitement. âYouâre jealous of me hanging out with the villainess!â
Leonaâs lips pulled into a thin line. âYouâre imagining things.â
âOh no, no, no,â you grinned even wider, poking him in the chest. âYouâre totally jealous!â
Leona growled, looking thoroughly annoyed now, but before he could snap back, you quickly explained. âLook, I made a deal with her. I help her become more influential than the heroine, and she helps me⌠confess to you.â
Leona blinked, taken aback, his tail flicking behind him as if processing the information. Then, in true Leona fashion, his expression shifted from irritation to smugness in record time.
âOh?â
You sighed, shaking your head. âYeah, so you donât have to worry about me chasing after anyone else.â
Leona stepped closer, his voice dropping low, that usual lazy drawl making your heart do a little flip. âGood. But just so you know, cheek kisses arenât real kisses.â
Before you could ask what he meant, Leona leaned in and kissed youâproperly kissed you. Your eyes went wide for a second before you melted into it, feeling the heat of his lips against yours. He pulled back after what felt like forever, a smirk on his face as he watched you try to catch your breath.
âThere. Thatâs a real kiss,â he murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
You stared at him, dazed, and then a sudden realization hit you.
You left your entire life behind, all for this moment.
And you were so, so glad that stupid plushie was on the floor, because this? This was totally worth it.
The heroineâs voice was as sweet as it was grating, like sugar poured directly into your ears. She fluttered her eyelashes at you, her smile stretched painfully wide. âSo, I was thinking,â she began, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. âYou would make the perfect knight for my family! Donât you think so?â
You blinked, trying to figure out a way to escape. âUh⌠Iâm kind of busy with, you know, my own life?â
âOh, but imagine!â she gushed, not hearing a word you said. âWeâd be so close all the timeâlike, so close. You could protect me, and maybe⌠we could have a picnic under the stars? Very romantic, right?â
Your soul was trying to leave your body. You were pretty sure Jackâs ears twitched somewhere nearby, sensing your pain telepathically. And then, like a gift from the heavens, the villainessâyour beloved accomplice in all things anti-heroineâmade her appearance.
âSorry to interrupt,â she said, stepping between you and the heroine with the grace of someone who had seen this movie before and knew exactly how to cut to the good parts. âBut I need them for an urgent matter. A very important, not-at-all-romantic-but-very-necessary mission.â
You shot her a look of pure gratitude, but before she could fully rescue you from the heroineâs death trap of unwanted flirting, a shadow loomed over the scene. A very familiar shadow.
Leona.
Without saying a word, he strode up behind you and casually wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with an ease that had your heart skipping a beat. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his sharp green eyes fixed on the heroine.
âOh no, carry on,â he said lazily, but his tone was anything but. âIâm just here to see what my mate is up to.â
The heroine blinked in shock, her hands hovering mid-air as if she had no idea what to do with this development. âY-Your mate?â
âYeah,â Leona said, tightening his grip around you, his smirk downright feral. âSo whatever little fantasy youâre cooking up about romantic picnics or whateverâcut it out. This oneâs mine.â
You felt Leonaâs lips brush against your temple before he leaned in and, in full view of the now-utterly-horrified heroine, kissed the side of your neck. Slowly. Possessively.
You could almost hear the villainess muffling a laugh behind her hand.
The heroineâs face turned several shades of red as she stammered. âB-But Iââ
âYou,â Leona said, his tone dripping with amusement, âcan fuck right off.â
The heroine gasped, her hand flying to her chest like sheâd been physically struck. âYou canât just say that to me!â
Leona raised a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. âIâm literally the second prince. I can say whatever the hell I want.â
The heroine opened her mouth to argue, but then realized that, no, actually, she couldnât argue with the literal second prince staking his claim. She sputtered for a moment before storming off, no doubt to sob dramatically about her dashed romantic hopes.
Once she was out of sight, the villainess finally let out a snort of laughter. âThat was beautiful.â
Leona ignored her, his grip still firm around you as he leaned down to whisper, âNext time, you wonât need her to help you out. Just say my name, and Iâll be there to deal with the pests.â
You stared at him, a little dazed from the whole whirlwind of possessiveness, public displays of affection, and telling someone to âfuck right off.â âYou really went for it, huh?â
Leona smirked, leaning in for another kiss. âDamn right I did. And donât you forget it.â
Somewhere behind you, the villainess was still giggling. You were pretty sure this was going to be gossip for weeks.
But honestly? Totally worth it.
Graduation dayâthe moment where everyoneâs future plans would be declared, and all the chess pieces would fall into place. Or, in your case, the moment where youâd cause absolute chaos.
The grand hall was filled with eager anticipation. Everyone was dressed in their formal graduation robes, students buzzing with excitement over their new titles and responsibilities.
Leona, as expected, lounged at the back like a lion who had better things to do, half-asleep. Villainess stood tall and composed, already plotting her return to her family's estate. Heroine was in full glowing mode, ready to take her place as the beloved of the Grand Duchy.
And you? You stood at the podium, trying not to laugh. You knew what you were about to say would flip this graduation upside down.
One by one, people made their announcements.
When it was finally your turn, all eyes turned to you. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath, knowing the original male leadâyouâwas supposed to be the retainer of the heroine. It was all set, all according to plan, right?
Wrong.
You cleared your throat, glanced briefly at Leona who smirked lazily, and then made the declaration that would throw this script straight out the window. âIâve decided to serve as Prince Leonaâs right-hand man, personal secretary, and...well, whatever he needs.â
The silence that followed was glorious. Pure, dumbfounded silence.
King Falena, sitting in the front row, visibly blinked. Once. Twice. He tilted his head slightly, confusion written all over his usually composed face. âWhat?â he muttered, looking like someone just told him a desert hyena had enrolled in ballet school.
Leona, however, didnât even open his eyes. He just smirked, crossing his arms smugly. âTold ya heâd choose me,â he murmured, almost too casually for someone whoâd just stolen the original male leadâs entire plotline.
Falenaâs gaze flicked between you and Leona, still processing. Then, slowly, realization dawned. He saw that look on Leonaâs faceâthe one that said âmine, and I dare anyone to challenge it.â King Falenaâs confusion morphed into surprise and then, with the subtlety of a royal diplomat, resignation. âOhâŚâ he whispered, finally understanding. âHeâs down bad.â
Leona cracked an eye open just to catch his brotherâs expression and grinned wider, like a cat who knew exactly what kind of bird it had in its claws.
Your parents, bless them, were in the crowd with expressions of supportive confusion. Your mother was squinting as if trying to work out if this was some sort of royal prank. Your father leaned in toward her, whispering loudly enough for the entire row to hear, âItâs a royal job, right? Thatâs prestigious?â
âYeah, but⌠Leona?â your mom whispered back.
At this point, the heroine stood up, ready to throw a wrench into the works. âWait! Youâre supposed to be myâ"
Before she could finish, the villainess, in all her dramatic glory, made her move. With the grace of a queen and the audacity of a mastermind, she stepped right up to the heroine, flipped her luxurious hair, and said, âActually, I was going to ask you out.â
You blinked. Wait, what?
The entire room gasped. You could almost hear heads snapping toward the villainess like a collective whip crack.
Heroineâs mouth opened and closed like she was a fish drowning in air. âIâwhat?â
âDinner. Candlelight. Maybe a picnic. You and me, a date. Sound good?â The villainess winked with such charm that even the professors in the back were wide-eyed.
Heroine blinked rapidly, as if trying to reboot her brain. âUh⌠sure?â she squeaked, still reeling from the fact that her entire romantic arc had just gotten hijacked.
You stared at the villainess in pure confusion. âWhat just happened?â you whispered, looking at her for an explanation.
The villainess simply turned to you with a mischievous grin, giving you a sly thumbs-up like this had been part of her master plan all along.
You were still processing the fact that you were witnessing the greatest plot twist of all time. You returned a half-hearted, bewildered thumbs-up, unsure if this was a win or not.
Meanwhile, the professors up front were clearly on their last thread of patience. The head of the academy rubbed his temples, sighing deeply as if this whole day had aged him a decade. âThatâs it,â he said, voice strained with exhaustion. âEveryoneâs graduated. Just...leave. Please.â
And with that, the ceremony abruptly ended. You couldnât help but laugh at the professorâs exasperation as the crowd started to disperse, still buzzing with gossip.
Leona slid up next to you, his hand casually resting on your waist as you walked out of the hall together. âSo, my right-hand man, huh?â
You shrugged. âFigured I might as well make it official.â
Leona smirked, leaning down to murmur in your ear, âJust donât expect me to go easy on you.â
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. âWouldnât dream of it.â
And then he kissed you. In front of everyone.
King Falena, witnessing this public display of territorial claims, just shook his head with a resigned sigh. âWell, as long as itâs officialâŚâ he muttered, casting an approving glance toward you. âCongratulations, I guess.â
Your parents were still in shock, but when they saw that it was a royal seal of approval, they immediately switched gears. âA royal job!â your mom whispered excitedly. âThatâs so prestigious!â
With that, Leona tugged you away from the chaos, his arm never leaving your waist as you walked toward the exit. You glanced back one last time to see the heroine still staring blankly at the villainess, who had now looped her arm around her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The head of the academy, now red in the face, shouted after you as you reached the door, âI SAID EVERYONE GO, FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SEVEN!â
You walked out into the sunlight, trying not to laugh, while Leona leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured smugly, âLooks like youâre stuck with me.â
And honestly? You wouldnât have it any other way.
It was a day like any other, except you were meeting the villainess in her newly acquired estate. She had officially taken over as the head of her family, and the new title suited her all too well. The whole place screamed, I am in charge, with a side of donât even think about challenging me unless you want to cry in public. You admired the aesthetic.
The villainess greeted you with her usual regal flair, sweeping into the room like sheâd been born to dominate itâwhich, to be fair, she had. She offered you tea, which you politely declined, sensing that this wasnât just a casual catch-up.
"So, what's new with you, Lady Villainess?â you asked, leaning back, fully expecting some grand declaration about her political conquests or business victories.
She smiledâa dangerous, knowing smile that made you immediately suspicious. "Well, I wanted to tell you something rather... unexpected."
You raised an eyebrow. Unexpected? Coming from her? That had to be good.
"I'm dating the heroine," she said casually, sipping her tea as if she hadn't just dropped the biggest plot twist since the whole 'villainess takes over' arc.
You nearly choked on absolutely nothing, mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief. "Wait. What?"
She smiled serenely, her expression the perfect picture of innocenceâwhich made it all the more ridiculous. âYes, darling. The heroine and I are officially a couple.â
You blinked. âThe same heroine who couldnât tell a poisoned apple from a regular one if her life depended on it?â
âThe very same.â
âThe one who gets lost in her own estate if she turns too many corners?â
âYes, that one.â
You couldn't help it. The sheer absurdity of the situation hit you, and you burst out laughing. "Oh, that is rich. How in the world did that happen?â
The villainess leaned back, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. âOh, it was simple, really. I realized I was always drawn to her... naivetĂŠ. And once I stopped trying to sabotage her every move, well, things just fell into place.â
You were still laughing, shaking your head in disbelief. âI mean, donât get me wrong, Iâm happy for you two, but this is the best thing Iâve heard in weeks.â
The villainess gave you a mock glare. âDonât act so surprised. Iâve always had impeccable taste.â
âOh, impeccable taste, huh?â you teased. âI just didnât expect it to lead you straight to a walking ball of sunshine.â
âWell, someone needs to keep her from wandering into traffic.â
Still snickering, you stood up. âAlright, alright, I get it. Youâre a saint for dealing with her.â
âI know,â she sighed dramatically, âbut love makes us do ridiculous things.â
"Tell me about it," you muttered, still amused. You waved goodbye and promised to catch up later, your mind reeling from this new, absolutely hilarious development.
When you got back to the palace, you found Leona lounging in his usual spot, sprawled out on a couch like a lion that had just taken over the whole savannah. He barely glanced up as you walked in, already sensing the amused energy radiating off you.
âYouâre grinning like an idiot,â he muttered, rolling his eyes. âWhat happened?â
You plopped down next to him, barely containing your laughter. âYou wonât believe this. The villainess is dating the heroine now.â
Leonaâs eyes flicked open, and for a split second, he looked like he didnât believe you. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his face as he processed the information. âYouâre messing with me.â
âNope. Dead serious. Theyâre a couple now. In love.â You leaned in, grinning. âThe villainessâice queen herselfâis head over heels for Miss Pure Sunshine.â
Leona actually chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. âWell, Iâll be damned. Never saw that one coming.â
âI know, right? Itâs the most chaotic thing ever, and I am living for it.â
Leonaâs smirk turned into a full-on grin, which was rare enough to be considered a national treasure. He shifted, sitting up slightly. âYou think weâll get an invite to the wedding?â
You snorted. âOh, you bet. Iâm going to be front row just to see how she manages to keep the heroine from accidentally setting her own dress on fire.â
Leonaâs laugh rumbled low in his chest, and he reached out, grabbing your wrist. âCome here,â he ordered, tugging you toward him.
âWhat? No, Iâve got work to do,â you protested weakly, but your protests didnât mean much when he effortlessly pulled you into his lap.
âWork can wait. This is more important,â he grumbled, wrapping his arms around you in a possessive hug that made it very clear you werenât going anywhere.
You sighed, leaning into him. âYou just want to cuddle, donât you?â
âI want you to stop running around and actually relax for once,â he retorted, resting his chin on top of your head. âBesides, itâs not like the kingdomâs gonna fall apart if we take a break.â
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. âI should get a promotion. Iâm basically doing all the work around here.â
Leona chuckled again, his grip tightening just slightly. âYeah, well, donât let Falena hear that. He might actually make you his advisor, and then Iâll never get any alone time with you.â
You snorted. âOh please, youâd just kidnap me from work if that happened.â
âDamn right,â he muttered, his voice low and satisfied. âYouâre mine, remember?â
You felt your heart do that annoying flutter thing as Leonaâs possessive tone settled over you. Even when he was being a lazy lion, he made you feel like the most important thing in his life. It was comfortingâand kind of hilarious, considering how little he cared about everything else.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, and for once, you actually allowed yourself to relax, leaning into Leonaâs warmth. His arms tightened around you again, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he started to drift off into a nap, his grip never loosening.
As you closed your eyes, you couldnât help but think that, despite all the absurdities in your lifeâfrom slipping on a plushie to your best friend falling in love with her former rivalâyou wouldnât trade any of it. Not for the world.
And as Leonaâs breath slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep, you allowed yourself a small, contented smile.
Life was chaotic. But it was also perfect.
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book 7 chapter 13 part 2 (book 7 finale!!) thoughts
***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 13 OF THE MAIN STORY!!***Â This spans part 328 to part 349.
This (finally) conclude book 7!!
Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.
ALRIGHT FELLAS, LOCK IN.
We open with a scene of the final confrontation against Malleus (like one of Yuuâs dreams/visions).
Everyone is slowly waking up. UHHH itâs not a pretty sight though, Malleus has grown into his full dragon form and crashed through the ceiling. His voice is becoming distorted. (No live 2D sprite, only a blacked out version of his OB form.)
Mob students panic and almost trample themselves to escape. Us first years brace for impact but suddenlyâŚ?! CROWLEY saves us?! YEEEEEEAAH DAD CAME BACK WITH THE MILK LET'S GO đĽ
Crowley commands the staff and dorm leadership to help the students get away. Crewel and Trein use ice magic but itâs instantly melted. (Sam tends to their wounds!) Vargas is knocked back trying to protect students with his body. (Kalim flies him to safety!)
The dorm leaders command their vices to lead their students out. Some notable ones: Jade leads, Floyd is in the back chasing them. Jamil takes charge and tells Kalim to guide people on the magic carpet. Because Ignihyde has no dorm leader, Ortho tells some of their students to be the leaders for the others. Ruggie leads Savanaclaw.
UUHHHHHHH the only person that has not woken up is Lilia. Heâs still sleeping at dragon!Malleusâs feet. Silver is freaking tf out OTL calling out to Lilia, trying to wake him, but it doesnât work.
Sebek is terrified and claims he canât fight Malleus, he is just too powerful! Chevfowrgwiwj ADEUCE KICK HIM AND SEBEKâs SO inSuLTED HE DECIDeS TO JOIN THE FiGHT AGAIN
Malleus is sending thorns after us to âcapture the humansâ. ASDHHKAHDLA The tone of voice he takes on is scary, it's like we're farm animals that escaped a pen and he's trying to toss us back in there.
We cut to Ignihyde xjsvsjkw ITâ/s A PlOT POiNT THAT iDIA iS OUT OF ShApE, heâs struggling to reach the meetup point to collect the sword, shield, and armor to fight Malleus with. Igni mobs A, B, and C run support and provide him with a magical wheel, which Idia happily accepts.
LOL his mom says he looks cool, just like a prince!! (EW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT MRS. SHROUD... DON'T MAKE ME THINK IDIA IS COOL.)
The vice dorm leaders (minus Jamil) have led the mobs to main street. There, they collide with Idia.
The dorm leaders (excluding Kalim) are staying behind to stave off Malleus. Us first years ignore evacuation orders and come back.
LILIA FINALLY WAKES UP (not sure why he took longer than everyone else; I thought he wouldn't wake at all and Malleus was keeping him asleep as his "most precious" thing to protect???) đ but his magic is so weak he cannot even summon a flame. Begins to cut through the briar instead.
The OB boys are close to irl OB and cannot hold off Malleus for much longer. LMAO. Rowley is crying at the amount of physical damage to the school vjsbfiwhfhskdmd
When all hope is about to be lost, HERE COMES THE MOTORCYCLE REVVING SOUNDSâ Holding out for a hero moment fr đ
OH MY GOD THERE IT IS, I WAS RIGHT WITH MY THEROYT
The armor made of mystium changes form depending on the pilot⌠Silver assumes the Dawn Knightâs armor and Sebek takes on the same armor his grandfather gifted him in Liliaâs dream.
Malleus scoffs at them and says he will melt Sebekâs shieldâbut Sebek says thereâs no way, because this was something made with the strength if both fae and humans!! Malleus feels betrayed learning that even his grandmother stands against him.
Sebek corrects his liege. They are all standing WITH Malleus. Silver agrees. To prevent Malleus from completely losing himself and becoming the âruler of evilâ, they MUST stop him here and now.
Man. This really is mirroring the Dawn Knight and Maleanor battle. (Believe even the dragon sprite used for Malleus is the same form his mother takes.)
Malleus blows away Sebekâs shield and Silver rushes to protect him. DBHLsiflaiyDSLBI THEY'RE REENACTING THE EVETSN OF THE PAST
LILIA GETS IN THE WAY?!?!!!??!
In the moment of surprise, Idia uses technomancy to control Silverâs sword to hit Malleusâs horns.
Malleus post-OB flashback!
Ahhhh, so it begins with the senators blessing him with mighty powers. Then we see some memories of him growing up.
Malleus has a maid doing his hair but he gets hurt by the teeth of the comb or something?? His anger strikes the maid with lightning and he apologizes, but another servant (or was it a senator, I forgot) tells him don't apologize, it was the maid's fault. Maid is escorted out.
Next is Lilia coming to visit Malleus; Malleus is so happy and laughs really loud. This shatters nearby windows and lodges glass in Lilia's ears. Malleus panics, but Lilia reassures him it's fine.
Last memory is of him on his birthday; Malleus sees fireworks outside but isn't allowed to go out. His grandma is away on royal duties, so he has to eat a big dinner by himself. He's so sad he instantly freezes all the food and makes the servants super cold.
His black and white lament allows him to express that he was born with mighty powers, but what he really wanted all this time was to be able to express himself, to be with other people. "I just wanted to get angry. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry." One line I found particularly poignant was this: âAt the table where everyone shares their joy and their sadness⌠There is no seat for me.â
And⌠he calls his blessing(s) a curse. This is a parallel to Idia, who realized that what he thought was his own curse was actually a blessing that allows him to be âpowered upâ by blot!!
Screen goes white and Lilia appears before Malleus. UMMMMMM I 'M SCARED, DON'T LIKE THIS FRAMING. IT'S VERY SIMILAR TO IDIA IN BOOK 6 TALKING WITH DEAD!ORTHO AFTER HIS OWN POST-OB FLASHBACK...
"I have to go soon, too."
"Lilia? Where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it. Like you said, 1000 years will pass in the blink of an eye."
Malleus finally wakes up from his OB. Idia stops the Ferrymen from advancing to attacking Malleus with their oars (the same ones they used to neutralize the other OB boys in book 6).
HIS HORN?????? IS IT STAYING LIKE THAT FDOREVER?????? ? ? ???
h U HHHHHHhHhhh
LILIA DIED (like these sick fucking devs played a heart rate monitor FLATLINING) and Silverâs hair going back to blonde is proof his blessing is gone đŚđŚ
Malleus crying sprite, but at what cost⌠(Surprisingly is able to cry without summoning a storm??)
Malleus, Silver, and Sebek cry (Idia pulls us away to give them alone time đŚ guess he is socially aware enough to understand this.) Malleus tries to use his magic to revive Lilia.
Thereâs glowing from Malleusâs broken off horn and Silverâs ring???? Magic comes from a strong wish, so he and Malleus wish for Lilia to return. Malleus states âI love youâ to Lilia and thatâs what does it.
qbfuvILFIsFIPFw IT'S THE DISNEY POWERE OFR LLOVE SAVES THE DAY TROPE
We skip to a few days later. Mobs are chatting about the extent of Malleusâs magic; Maleficia, Ambrose, and Crowley did a press conference appearance about the catastrophe.
UMMMMM
Ace mentions there is now a Fairy Dream Life Association made up of Malleus fans who sdjlbblsaiadbsi actually preferred the dream worlds to their realities???? (IT GIVES ME KINDA CULT VIBES) We learn that it will take Malleus's horns 100-200 years to grow back and he cannot use his UM or other disaster-level magic during this time.
Dorm leader meeting!!
Idia lets everyone know that S.T.Y.X. created a new classification a few days ago specifically for Malleus. He is now being considered the same as a natural disaster, and they've developed a safety protocol + policy for what to do in the case of Malleus again. Basically, he should be treated LIKE a natural disaster (earthquake, hurricane, tornado, etc.). In other words, don't engage or try to fight, just hunker down and wait it out. This label cannot be erased, appealed, etc.
Okay, WHAT 𤥠I know that we were desperate to stop the spread of Malleus's magic + aiming to limit the damage he does, but apparently there were NO deaths at all, NO damage (beyond NRC, I believe), and only SOME NRC students got injured. That's... all OTL REALLY???? ?? ? ??????? ??NOTHING ELSE??? ? ?? ???? ???? Sounds kinda like bullshit to me, but okay.
Silver and Sebek are currently hospitalized, but they're supposedly recovering well and should return to class soon. (Really???? In only a few days' time??? Magic must really speed up the recovery process.)
Damage to Diasomnia dorm was quickly fixed up with fae magic. Maleficia donated a bunch of rare Briar Valley literature and technology to NRC for free as an apology for the trouble Malleus caused.
aASDIUBADBOIAFFIA WOW apparently Lilia is reenrolling??? He somehow recovered some of his magic. Riddle explains it as being similar to medical cases in which a patient spontaneously recovers for no discernable reason.
IULADFBFIYOAAFAFID Crowley drops the bomb that Malleus is also returning to school, which freaks the other dorm leaders out. Idia reveals it's likely because Crowley wants funding from the International Magical Security Organization (IMSO), which has promised to give money to support whatever area houses Malleus during his rehabilitation period or something. asfihloadbyfasyafsi IMAGINE NOT WANTING MALLEUS SO BAD THE GOVT HAS TO GIVE MONETARY INCENTIVE TO HAVE HIM IN TYOUR VICINITY
Crowley excuses this by saying the teachers agree Malleus should return. After all, as along as you wish to learn, NRC will not turn away a student. He also says that this is important for promoting diversity and enhancing the understanding between humans and fae. adihbabilfaifasi SCROWLEY'S ALSO PLEASED BECASE HE;S BEEN GETITNG A LOT FO GOOD PUBLICITY, NRC IS EEING HAILED AS HEROES.
We cut a few weeks later to Ramshackle, where Yuu and Grim are writing down details about their dream with Mickey. This is the only mention of Mickey in the update; Yuu going home and what Mickey is up to is NOT addressed again. Yuu just says they wonder what he's been up to/they want to see him again.
Sebek and Silver pop in for a visit!! Silver's hair is silver again. Apparently he asked Lilia to bless him a second time. Sebek makes a joke that it would be weird if his name was Silver but his hair was gold; then shouldn't his name be Gold?
Other first years arrive!!
Mmmmm... We get some lore about Sage's Island??? There was a powerful master mage that lived here 2000 years ago. But this mage had an apprentice that had trouble controlling his own magic and brought about a great disaster because of it. Instead of banishing this apprentice, the master mage scolded his student and did his best to teach him everything he could. That is why the schools on Sage's Island try to follow this philosophy of welcoming those that want to learn.
First years speculate that there must have been other incidents in the past where powerful mages got out of hand. They must have been forgiven too, right...? Like the sorcerer's apprentice was.
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE
Silver and Sebek claim it took them 1 week to heal from their injuries. Their magic healthcare must be cracked because that recovery time is INSANE.
Suddenly?????? Invites pop up???? It's from Malleus! He's inviting his peers to a party on May 15th (Silver's birthday), to be held at Castle Wildrose (which has been reclaimed and made into an official neutral zone belonging to no country). A carriage will come and pick them up.
The carriage is pulled by a talking direbeast???? FHABFAIBA HE REFERS TO YOU, GRIM, ACE, AND DEUCE WITH -SAMA!!???!
We arrive at the venue at last, and...
WHOA, UM... MALLEUS NEW FIT??????? đ King look?????? Emo lookin' ass/j He looks so much like his mother here, but they don't really explain why he's wearing this??? (Up until this point, I believe he was being studied, tested, and monitored in S.T.Y.X. facilities.)
This looks SO weird, I'm not used to seeing his pale ass chest out...
Malleus asks Silver and Sebek to step forth. OFMMAFOJ;IAFLIUAFIEAF OMG ALH HERVURQ3TVOFEVYFSOIfsihadgouvaegipaf hE'S OFFICIALLLY KNIGHTING THEM??? ?? ? ??? ?
Sebek is henceforth known as the Knight of Lightning. Silver will be the Knight of Dreams.
Silver interrupts and asks if he can donate his armor to NRC and S.T.Y.X., as he feels he couldn't have saved the day without their efforts. This way, they will also have something to use in emergencies. For Silver, he says the title alone is enough.
Malleus agrees and splits up the Dawn Knght armor. He asks Silver what does he want instead?
(Silver's new look, after Malleus strips away the armor.)
They confirm that Silver is now 18 years old. So that means the official ages stated on Twst profiles are the ages they are at the start of the school year??? And they "aged up" as the main story went on?
OH MY GOGSH ADSKHLADBSLISDBAIADBSILBIADS IT'S HAPPENIG YOU GUYS, SIVLER'S ASKING LILIA IF HE CAN POSSIBLY TAKE ON HIS SURNMAE AND FORMALLY BEOCME HIS SON
Lilia says he was wary about it because the name Vanrouge sounds bloody + invokes the color red. It was a name given to him by the queen, he doesn't think it suits Silver. But Silver insists, so he relents. ADFLIYOAFADFYPADFAF MALLEUS OFFICIATING IT TO THE ONLOOKERS
Idbskwnkwwk IS THiS THE OMEDETOU EVA SCENE OTL
Lilia and Malleus hold hands and helps Lilia use Far Cry Cradle?? Which revives the memories of Castle Wildrose... including the fae soliders, the Silver Owls, the guardian fairies... INCLUDING Maleanor and the Dawn Knight who once resided there.
adsbihlffuadyoadfiadf SOH???? ? ??? ? ? ? AND SILVER'S MOM, QUEEN LEAH... She looks so gentle and kind, wah... Pretty lady...
Woooow, those memes about book 7 ending on a dance party twistune/rhythmic aren't just memes anymore OTL Somehow they're able to dance with their dead parents even though I'm SURE this isn't possible, realistically speaking.
Context for Dawn Knight Silver's SSR! Malleus and Lilia playfully change the color of Silver's cape between blue and pink. They look like they're having a lot of fun with it!!
Malleus speaks tenderly to the memory of his mother, even though she cannot respond and is just a phantom of the past. Silver does the same to his parents, thanking them for loving him, protecting him, and "not taking Lilia away." I'm SO glad that we got confirmation that Silver has no ill will toward his blood family, he just doesn't have it in him to hate.
asfhulailafiafd SEBEK CRIES BECAUSE HE LOVES HAPPY ENDINGS OTL MY BOY... YOU CAN SEE HIM CRYING IN DAWN KNIGHT SILVER'S GROOVY TOOAW LH ABHFDOVEFUOVQEFUOUfobaegvaegbiFINPdw jCUTIEPIE
Grim grabs us and says let's dance the night away!!! ... And that's what we end on KJBFIUABUIDABIDSGIPAF tTHE FRAKING DANCE PARTY MEME OTL (No preview for what may come next!)
OKAY, that was a whirlwind of an update đ As much as I screamed this entire post, it was mainly from shock and not because I necessarily enjoyed everything presented. I feel like Twst got TOO ambitious and wasn't able to deliver on the follow-through because they set up so much. It definitely feels like there's tons of room to expand because there's still unanswered questions about Yuu going home, Mickey Mouse, Crowley's intentions, Grim's OB (we didn't see him eat a blot stone this update, shockingly), and the upcoming interscholastic magift/spelldrive tournament. What we got this update, considering the length of the book as a whole... It honestly felt TOO short. I know, I know, I've been complaining about the length of book 7--but the problem is that the resolution for all this build-up felt rushed, so it doesn't feel genuinely resolved. I'm sure they'll go more into the fallout and consequences next main story update (again, lots of stuff left to explore), but it's going to hurt knowing this is what we're digesting until then.
Some parts of this update I liked a LOT. Lilia's death, Silver finally taking on the Vanrouge surname, SEBEK SOBBING, and Idia being a badass on a magical wheel!! It was also nice seeing the staff members ADULTING for once (especially Crowley, WOW) and helping out. Same thing as previous update, I loved that each student gets a little time to shine by evacuating students or holding off Malleus.
Other parts... I did not like at ALL. I knew from the start that they weren't going to commit to TRULY killing anyone (otherwise Twst would lose a very marketable character), but it really sucked that Lilia dropped out + died for all of 5 seconds before magically being reenrolled and revived with the Power of Love. Very Disney-esque, but it still sat wrong with me. The party at the end was nice, but it confirmed all the memes about forgiving Malleus with a dance party.
My big issue with this update was how... AFRAID the narrative seemed to be to hold Malleus accountable and to have him make up for what he did. For example, they kept stressing how the damage he did was 'contained', how no one died, how only some NRC students were injured, how the buildings he damaged got patched up easily with magic, etc. What was especially offensive, however, was when they mentioned the history of Sage's Island and how there were other mages who caused disasters like Malleus did; those mages were scolded + forgiven and not exiled, so they should offer the same to him. Okay. But that... that feels like you're trying to say "It's okay that Malleus did this, because OTHER people also did this!" It sounds like you're diverting attention away from Malleus's actions by pointing out that other people did similar things. We're not talking about those other people though. We're talking about MALLEUS DRACONIA, who is responsible for the CURRENT crisis. Don't try to distract us by talking about other people đŚđŚ
And really, what did Malleus DO to fix things???? I get that he won't be able to use his UM for a long ass time, but what about his relations with the world at large? His grandma is getting on TV to say sorry but why isn't Malleus also doing that??? Why is he throwing a party and ONLY apologizing to NRC when he arguably endangered many more people???? Should he not also be saying sorry to S.T.Y.X., his country, and all other countries????? OTL Like, I don't think he should be thrown in jail or physically harmed as "further" punishment, but I want to know what steps he intends to take to correct what he has done. An apology to everyone is the very least Malleus can do.
I'm also leaving this update confused about how tf Lilia's UM works??? Because previously we knew he could see the memories associated with objects, right??? What object is he calling the memories from, the whole CASTLE???? Is this only possible because Malleus held his hand and boosted his magic or something??? Okay... but then why are both the fae and the humans of the past both there happily (I assume happily because those memories were able to dance with their children without issue)??? Aren't those two separate memories from two different points in time??? Because I cannot imagine a reality in which both parties were in the SAME space, at the SAME time, and NOT at each others' throats. It feels like Twst breaking its own logic and lore just because it would be cute to have this moment between parents and children. And how come we saw Silver's mom Leah but not Malleus's dad Raverne???? Surely Raverne must have bene in Castle Wildrose before, considering that's where his WIFE resides??? And during the rhythmic/twistune I also saw a Silver Owl and a Briar Land soldier dancing together⌠even though they wouldnât???? So many questions...
I don't know. I just have so many mixed thoughts on this ending. I always knew in my gut that I would never be completely satisfied with it, because there are limitations with the media involved, expected tropes, an unnecessarily high amount of hype riding on this, etc. Man. What we got in the end was... okay? Okay, but still lacking in certain areas. I just hope a future main story update fills in those gaps.
I guess I don't have anything else to say but... This truly was our Twisted Wonderland đ
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"genre-savvy" no i want a genre-unsavvy protagonist. scratch that, i want a genre-deluded protagonist.
i want a protagonist who is convinced until the last possible moment that they're in a lighthearted romcom--despite the proliferation of slasher murders. give me a soccer dad who is just so determined to enjoy family vacation, despite the fact the kids summoned an eldritch deity from the lake. a preteen who is experiencing a coming-of-age saga and annoyed their parents aren't emotionally present (the parents are distracted by a literal zombie apocalypse). endless possibilities
#this man is the pinnacle of this concept#all he wanted in season one was to be in black sails#and then in season two when he finally accepted that this was a rom com#it turned out he was the only character without the silly show plot armor#everyone else gets to be shot with cannons stabbed shot hanged marooned drowned etc etc etc#because this is a rom com itâs about the little shenanigans and situations#the characters canât die#except izzy whoâs perpetually in the wrong genre#only human among muppets#even when he realizes everyone around him is a muppet#and tries to go along with their muppet rules#nothing can change that heâs still human#izzy hands#genre analysis#tropes#black sails#our flag means death#pirates#ofmd spoilers#ofmd meta#ofmd#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2#ofmd izzy#pirate shows#gay pirate shows
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Book Club
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors do not interact! explicit smut, Porn with plot! Oral (fem receiving), P in V unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap people), dirty talk, reader is loud and Bucky loves it.
Summary: Working at a library and at times be boring... but what happens when one of your regulars wants to make a book club? Just you and him?
A/N: Self indulgence like always! Please let me know what you think! Never have written for Bucky but he's slowly consumed mt soul and I got this silly idea on a whim so I hope you all enjoy! If you like How I wrote for him send me an ask, request are open always!
Word Count: 5,723
âThe feeling of the cold metal is at first such a shock to her skin; it makes her whole body snap⌠and her thighs spread wider with need. Heâs sliding his armored hand up so slowly⌠his ardent eyes drinking her in, relishing in all her sounds.
His princess, his lady he swore to always keep safe from anything, the one he promised to keep pure⌠now gasps and pleads for him to grace her with his touch.Â
Their game of stares and honeyed teasing finally had a result; they both lostâŚÂ
She dragged him from the party, desperate for fresh air from the stuffy ballroom, but he knew the truth. She did it for him and his hate of crowds. Nothing ever gets past the princess heâs learned⌠but now, as she is so sweetly moaning and bucking your hips further, heâs learning more than he ever dreamed he could.Â
He brings his lips to her ear, kissing lightly before he whispers gruffly, âShh Princess, we wouldnât want anyone to catch you out here⌠with your skirts bundled up on your hips. With your knightâs hand in your cunt⌠They might get the wrong impression of you, my lady.â Â
She rolls her eyes as she squeezes his shoulders, her frustrations building. âStop teasing, and please just touch me!âÂ
He smirks as he brings his metal-covered finger to tease her clit, beaming as a moan rips from her throat as she-âÂ
AhemâŚ
Entirely lost in the bookâs text, you hardly notice the tall figure in front of your desk. It isnât until a gruff clearing of their throat that it knocks you from your book, meeting your eyes to the piercing blue ones of Bucky Barnes. Who stands so patiently with his book in hand, waiting for you to do your job at the library instead of wasting time.
Fumbling with your bookmark, you hastily place it inside before awkwardly slamming your book down. âI am so sorry, Bucky. I was justâŚâ Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you canât help but feel a bit foolish in front of him.Â
âGetting lost in the story? I understand a good book can take you away from the present. No need to apologize.â He kindly offers you the right words with a smile that always makes you want to swoon.
âExactly,â you say with a sigh of relief, taking the book from his hands. Feeling the slight warmth from his fingers as his skin brushes long yours. Such a contrast to the usually frigid library⌠you bet his whole body is perfectly toasty to curl up with.Â
You must force yourself to stop your obvious gawking to look at the book heâs checking out. When you see the familiar front, you canât help but giggle. âChecking out the Hobbit again?âÂ
Bucky shrugs, keeping his smile as he looks at the book in your hands. âItâs my favorite, plus it helps comfort me.âÂ
You bite your tongue, suddenly feeling like a complete idiot. Of course, he checks this book repeatedly; itâs like a memory of his former life⌠everyone knows what heâs been through, and now youâre teasing him like a jerkâŚÂ
The start of an apology is on the tip of your tongue, but Bucky cuts you off before you can say anything, âI am starting to remember all the lines, though, and will need to start reading something else. Do you have any recommendations? Like what are you currently reading?âÂ
He looks at the book you placed on the side, eyeing the title Iron Promises. âSounds like a fantasy, which is right up my alley. Whatâs it about?â he asks, his curiosity piqued.Â
Bucky reaches over and opens the book right on the bookmark, but youâre quick to slap it closed and drag it back to your TBR stack, âWait! Um⌠I donât think itâs⌠your kind of bookâŚâÂ
âWhy?â he asks, his brows furrowing, showing you that cute crease on his forehead. You fidget with it momentarily, feeling the awkwardness of the situation, trying your best to avoid his icy blue eyes.Â
âWell, it is a fantasy but also a romanceâŚâÂ
He tilts his head, âWhatâs wrong with romance? I can read a little romance.âÂ
Internally, you grimace, More like a lot of heavy smutâŚ
Bucky leans casually on the counter, his vibranium arm taking the weight as he gets closer. âPlus, it will be fun to read something together that we can talk about maybe⌠kind of like a book club⌠if youâre interestedâŚâÂ
The last part comes out a bit unsure, timid of possible rejection. You feel your cheeks blooming with a blush. A book club with James Bucky Barnes? This was something you could never even dream of.Â
You have been working at the library for a while now, and having the former Winter Soldier check out books was certainly a surprise. However, as time passed and he continued to visit, it became less shocking. In fact, you both began to form what felt like the beginning of a friendship as you talked more.
Over time, you discovered some fascinating aspects about him. Heâs strict about returning books on time, surprisingly quite friendly once heâs opened up and got to know someone, revealing a sweet playful side to himself. And to your delight, heâs a secret nerd, which explains his desire to start a book club in the first place, though his reading choices differ from yours...
âA book club sounds fun⌠but please, not this one. Iâm already almost done with it anyway. Maybe it should be something we both havenât read.â You propose with a shaky smile, hoping he agrees.Â
He tilts his head in compilation until heâs eyeing past your shoulder. You blush despite knowing exactly what heâs doing⌠Itâs the stack of your TBR right next to the computer. He browses through the stack, reading their spines until he finally points his finger, âHow about that one?â
Clashing silver, Oh noâŚ.
Bucky asks if he can see it, and you bergrugently take it from the stack and place it in his hand. Thankfully, the cover of this book isnât like some of the others with shirtless men holding women in a sensual embrace⌠but you know⌠you know that on the inside of the fantasy is spice that youâre not sure youâre ready for Bucky to know youâre into. Is he making fun of you? Or is this some weird game that will suddenly blow up in your face when he laughs at you?Â
Bucky looks over the cover and reads through the summary before finally looking up with one of his rare grins, âThis is perfect. Do we have any extra copies? We could get started tonight.â -heâs completely earnest in wanting to do this. Itâs terrifying and yet so endearing⌠if he wants to read a dirty fantasy smut book with you⌠who are you to deny him?Â
A few types on the computer show that you currently have one copy available, of courseâŚÂ
You see that Bucky is looking up at you expectantly; you will never know how a man you know can be completely deadly and look so adorable with his smirk and clear blue eyes. Sliding the Hobbit over, you sigh, âThe last copy is in the fantasy selection; put this one back and go grab it.âÂ
With a grin and a newfound pep in his step, Bucky takes the book, going to put it back and get the one for your book club. This may be the death of you⌠reading smut with the winter soldier, you couldnât even fathom this shit.Â
It's been surprisingly really fun and going shockingly really well.Â
You two decided to have your first weekly meet-up at the library, somewhere you both knew well and could be comfortable with. To say you were nervous to talk to him about this romantic fantasy, this romantisy was an understatement. You figured if he said he hated it, the book club would dissolve, and you two would return to sharing smiles and small talk as he checked out his next selections. Sure, that thought made your gut twist into a bitter knot, but what was the alternative? You two hit it off ⌠continue your little club with more books and conversions till you finally have two glasses of wine and slip how you think he is the most beautiful man you ever saw?Â
Okay⌠maybe not thatâŚ
Especially not now when you two are going up to the elevator in your apartment. How did this happen? Ah, yes, you two were getting stares in the library, so he suggested somewhere more private, and you just had to offer up your apartment.Â
"Meet me at the library, we can walk to my place!" - ugh, great thinkingâŚÂ
You're trying hard not to stare at Bucky's reflection in the silver walls while also trying to avoid the eyes of Mrs. Green⌠You attempted to warmly greet your elderly neighbor⌠but she just stared at you two with her usual annoyed grimace. This, of course, started a staring war between her and Bucky⌠Honestly, you're not sure who's going to fold first. Bucky, of course, had that hardened military edge, but Mrs. Green? That's one stubborn granny⌠it seems to last forever till the set of cold, wrinkly eyes finally slide over to you.Â
"Guest of yours?" she drawls dully.Â
"Um, yes! This is James Barnes. He's my-"Â
Mrs. Green taps her cane, making you stop talking, "Fine, fine, just make sure you two keep it down⌠I don't want to hear your sinning."Â
Your jaw drops, and Bucky seems to crack a smile. "W-what, it's not like that!"Â
Before you can explain, the elevator stops, sliding open and letting Mrs. Green waddle away to her apartment while you and Bucky follow suit to your place directly next to hers. God, you hope Bucky isn't too embarrassed. You're sure he's probably mortified.Â
Shyly looking over as you're shutting the door, you think he will be glaring, but suddenly, he's letting out a loud chuckle. Then, you are both bursting into hysterical laughter.Â
Three loud bangs knock on your door, and you two have taken a minute to silence yourself.
"She's⌠fun," Bucky finally mutters, making you almost snort.Â
"You should try living next to her. It's a dream."Â
"I bet.." he says slowly as he looks around the small living room. Taking the chance while he's looking around, you dart off to your room to grab your book and notes. You're trying to get back to him quickly, but not before sliding over to your mirror and fixing your hair; you're tempted to put on some lip gloss⌠but maybe that's too much.Â
A quick flip through your book reminds you of where your book left off. Ah, right, the fight scene that ended with the main two characters kissing⌠this will be greatâŚ
âHe feels his blood still rushing through his veins, the sweat drenching his skin in a desperate attempt to cool himself from the carnage. Screams and the crashing of metal continue to ring in his ears till he turns and looks at her. No longer does he hear all those voices. He just hears his heartbeat⌠itâs not a want; itâs a need as he walks over to her, scooping her in his arms and kissing those full lips that have always been so taunting.âÂ
You feel a shiver once Bucky gets through the last lines of the chapter. Hearing him read it makes it seem less cheesy. Though you still canât get one question out of your mindâŚ
âI wonder if itâs like thatâŚâÂ
He stops looking from the bookâs text to meet your gaze, âwhat?âÂ
As soon as the words slip from your lips, you regret not being more careful with your words. Bucky is the last person you should be asking about this topic. The public only knows fragments of his past, but even those snippets reveal that deeper issues are haunting him that you can only imagine. Bucky shifts on the couch, adjusting his posture from sitting wide-legged to leaning his elbows on his knees, almost hunching over.
Great, you made him uncomfortable; please, world, swallow you up and save Bucky from your obnoxiousness.Â
âEverything feels⌠distorted; itâs a surge of many things all at once. You have to try to bring your focus back⌠but that blood-pounding rush lingers, making you exhausted but still ready to jump at a momentâs notice.â Bucky shifts his gaze awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands. âAt least thatâs how I feltâŚâÂ
You swallow, shocked heâs being so openâŚÂ
âSo the kissing part is unrealistic?âÂ
Youâre thankful that gets a laugh from Bucky, âWell, Iâve never kissed anyone right after a fight⌠but I can imagine if my blood was rushing hot enough, and the right girl was nearby⌠I would get carried away.âÂ
Dammit⌠Why is that hot?Â
âWell, if you ever do it. Let me know?âÂ
âDonât worry, you will be the first to knowâŚâ Bucky replies so simply⌠but you canât help how it makes your whole body feel suddenly hot.Â
Itâs quiet for a beat before heâs readjusting to lean back, trying to look comfortable. âOkay, your turn; read your favorite part.âÂ
Youâre not sure if you should curse the universe... or be extremely grateful, but either way, it does not change the fact that Bucky is stowing away at your apartment to do some silent reading. A week before you two were supposed to meet at Buckyâs place for book club, loud construction started happening near his building, and he just couldnât concentrate because of the noise. So, considering youâre his book club buddy, he asked if he could come by to catch up on some reading.
Of course, you said yes, then frantically started cleaning and prepping like you would for
a book club meeting. Youâre excited but also extremely nervous!
The apartment is silent, aside from the sounds of soft breathing and the slow turns of the bookâs pages. The calmness is comfortable; you were worried that the time would have been filled with awkward rambling ... but itâs not; you two had fallen into a quiet routine. It makes sense that you get more comfortable when two people spend time around each other. However ..... When you peek over to look at him taking up So much space on your sofa .... You feel sparks of electricity pop through your veins. His eyes locked to the text, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. His scruffed jaw in a lock and his full lips completely perfect.
Itâs not until you see his tongue slightly lick his bottom lip that you break from your trace and realize youâre not even reading. You just staring at Bucky. Silently, you curse yourself for your shamelessness, but that only causes Bucky to quickly look up and meet your eyes. Oh, so suddenly you dart your face back to your book and try to hide that you were, in fact, leering. Of course ... it was in no way sublet, but Bucky is too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.
With the crisis averted you try to take in the book, even flipping the pages to reread a bit to familiarize yourself with whatâs happening in the story. Blah, Blah, Blah, they are alone in the library together⌠finally starting to pay attention ... But unfortunately, old habits die hard, and before you can stop, youâre peeking for a glance again.
Creepy? Maybe, but itâs been a while since you spent time with someone silently like this. Plus, Bucky is beautiful, and getting to watch his little tics from how he lightly flicks the colored tabs with his thumb, and when heâs really entranced in the text, he slightly leans into the book, almost like he needs to read closer to really catch everything. Then suddenly⌠Buckyâs expression changes. You watch his eyes widen in surprise, and he sits back up fully straight. Of course, curious, you quickly scan some pages before finding the source of his surprise.
âAnd what do you think youâre doing on your knees, princess...â He grits through his teeth, watching as her dress billowed all around her and her hands slowly traced up his linen trousers. Inching towards where his cock is starting to strain the cloth.
âTrying to show my devotion to my knight...â She says innocently while pulling the ties.
Before she is done, he steadies his breath and comes back to reality, âYou shouldnât waste such sweetness on a man like me. I will ruin you.â
Considering his words, she pauses momentarily before looking back into his blue eyes, so dark in the libraryâs candlelight. It all becomes clear for her once more: her desire, her love for him.
âThen ruin me and forever mark me as yoursâŚâ From the look in her eyes, he knows Sheâs not. wavering
A good man would halt this and deny her... but heâs weak... and his love for her outweighs his rationality. He pulls the ties of his pants before gently he roughly grabs her and pushesâŚ
- Oh my god!
Okay... itâs not like you havenât read Smut in front of people before... but this is your crush... reading the same thingâŚ
Embarrassed, you look up from the text, shutting the book only to be met with his eyes. You two stay locked for a moment, trying to ignore how both of your faces are starting to flush. Buckyâs eyes roam down to where youâre currently clenching your thighs. His light eyes suddenly get darker, and on the inside, youâre begging for him to spread you apart. But in your sudden nervous panic, you chuckle instead. Bucky matches your nervous chuckle with his own, though his is undoubtedly smoother. âThese books love to just get to the point, huh? It and these situations... the p-positions, definitely unbelievable.âÂ
You try to laugh off the whole thing, but to your surprise, Bucky doesnât laugh. He shrugs while fidgeting with his book.â Not that unbelievable... I could easily lift you to my shoulders and not even waste a breath.â
Suddenly, the whole room feels like itâs shifted to its side. Was that a proposition? Maybe itâs just a statement? He is built, so he could lift you with one arm while the other rips.... - No! No!Â
Unsure where to take the conversation, you say the only thing that can come to your mind. âIâm going to drink water.â- Smooth...
Mentally slapping yourself, you walk to the kitchen and down some cold water before scrounging for something stronger. Maybe he was starting a discussion? But, of course, you ruin it by going into horny territory.
What if thatâs the point, though... You freeze, feeling your heart rushing all over again...
Ahem...
You donât even need to look up to see that itâs Bucky, standing in the kitchen doorway with a guilty look, âIâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable... I didnât realize how it sounded like a... proposition till it was out of my mouth, and I saw the look on your face. I mean... not that I wouldnât... Want to, to um... show you.â Bucky hesitates again, âWait, thatâs not - well, do think youâreâŚâ Â
Itâs perplexing... a deadly super soldier., stumbling over his words like heâs nervous... You continue to watch him stumble, weighing your options..... Maybe putting everything out there will go well, or it will blow up in your face and ruin everythingâŚ
Letting your feet take over, you walk over to Bucky; as soon as you step forward, heâs putting his ice-blue eyes on you. He almost speaks again but gently places your hand on his broad chest before he can. Under your fingertips, you feel his heart racing despite his calm exterior. Bucky places his hand over yours, waiting till youâre ready to speak. He would probably stand her all night if he had to. But no, your mindâs made up, and the feeling of his warm skin on yours only cements it for you.
âI want you to show me... everything.â
Itâs all Bucky needed to hear before gently touching your cheek and trailing his fingers down your jaw. His concentration flicked from your eyes to your lips as he slowly leaned in. Finally, his full lips met yours as he brushed a gentle kiss on yours. Then he kissed you repeatedly, letting his hand slide into your hair as the kiss grew more starved.
You wrapped your hands over his neck, standing on your tiptoes to tangle your fingers through his dark hair. Without hesitation, Bucky leaned down, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you closer. With you wrapped around his waist, he seeks more of your taste as he traces the softness of your lips with his tongue, begging for entry. Parting your mouth, you feel his tongue slide along yours in a perfect slowness that only adds to the heat between your legs.
It was sweet and desperate and only made him even more drunk with want. Bucky blindly walked with his lips locked, wandering to find your bedroom. He bumped and crashed into everything till, finally, you broke the kiss with a desperate panting.
âHallway, left door...âÂ
âRight, rightâŚâ he says through lidded eyes before kissing and licking against your mouth once more.Â
The super speed must be one of his other abilities because before you knew it, you were in your bedroom, pushed against your wall as his tongue traced down the column of your throat. And his hands slide down from your waist to tease the hem of your shirt up. You run your fingers through his hair as he sucks along your collarbone, leaving his marks, waiting to finally feel his hands on your skin.
Heâs so close. He wants to lift your shirt but hesitates. âBucky, please, take it off... touch meâŚ
Bucky feels weak from your desperate pleading. Wants to touch you, feel you, head into the crock of your neck, further getting fuck you. He rests his drunk on you. As youâre about to plead again, suddenly youâre lifted forward, and your shirt is ripped from your skin; your bra, bottoms, and panties couldnât be saved, however, as he tears them off you.
With your clothes discarded, Bucky paints, staring down at your naked body reverently before hosting you up to kiss your soft breast and run his hot tongue over your nipples. Both his hands help pin you to the wall of the bedroom. The contrast of their touch is intoxicating. His warm flesh hand cupping and pinching your breast for his mouth to lick. While the cold of his metal arm keeps your legs spread, inching further to your aching core, making you moan in the excitement of that erotic pleasure of filling you with his cold fingers.
Your moaning is debauched and needy; youâre quick to cover your mouth to silence yourself, but Bucky needs to hear you. Bucky moves your hand from your lips, âNo, I need to hear you screaming for me. Come on, Donât hold back...
For added measure, his metal fingers finally brush through your pussy, dragging your slick all over your sex. Itâs so cold it makes your nipples harden, and a shivering moan rip from your throat. He looks into your lidded eyes, memorizing every noise you make as he teases your quivering slit with his two fingers, Then harshly pinches your clit, making you jerk your hips.Â
 âNever Imagined you would be so sensitive like this...â He rubs rough circles over your cunt, making you slam your head back against the wall as your grinding hips beg for more. âYou like it there?â He says roughly into your ear before pinching your swollen pearl once more.
âYes! Fuck yes! please, BuckyâŚâ
He pulls his hand away from your sticky cunt, you whine from the loss of being so close, but your complaint dies in your throat as he licks his metal fingers shining from your arousal. âReady, princess?âÂ
You nod completely at his mercy. Bucky quickly lifts you further up the wall, putting your legs over his shoulders as his face noses into your puffy cunt. He really can do any position with you. Buckyâs nose rubs your clit, making your legs clamp, then his tongue licks a slow strip over your wet folds, making you say his name...Â
The sound of his name leaving your lips has him losing himself to taste more. Moving his tongue into your drooling cunt, trying to drink in every drop in and out, making your whole body ignite with a fever as your breaths come out in long surrendering moans. Lost in the passion, you grind your hips against his sinful tongue, losing your mind as he groans in approval.
 Youâre close to your peak, ready to let it snap and crash over you till loud slamming starts knocking against your wall... You feel Bucky growl, and youâre scared heâs going to stop... but instead, he moves his mouth to suck and nip at your clit, making you keen louder as he slams his fist against the wall back in what youâre considering a warning...Â
Sorry, Mrs. and Mr. Green... you will send over cookies⌠or not⌠You canât care right now as the coil in your stomach tightens till a snap is felt in your veins, and an electric rush is aching through your whole body. Legs shaking, your body loses control as you cum all over Buckyâs eager tongue. Bucky lets you ride out your high over his tongue till itâs approaching overstimulation. He pulls away from you, his chin soaked, and as he lowers you down gently to your unsteady feet, you still see that hunger in his eyes, which still remains.
He whips his mouth before licking the remnants away from his hand, âWhich position next?âÂ
He asks with a smirk, and you feel another surge of heat burst through you to your âM-might be boring... but the bed?â Â
Bucky looks from you to your metal framed bed and chuckles, âJust donât be mad if IÂ break it...â - Wait. What?
You canât ask for clarification on that last statement because Bucky is already turning you to the queen-sized bed with a quick tap to your ass. âLay down and touch yourself for me...â
His honeyed voice instantly makes you feel needy as you fumble into the mattress, spreading your legs wide and slowly rubbing your clit as you watch Bucky strip. His skin is beautiful, scars and all... Immaculate is the best way you can describe him from his bulging muscles, chiseled abdomen... and his cock straining, already glistening at the tip. The noise that leaves your lips is involuntary and makes Bucky smile shyly as he removes his underwear. Bucky strides closer, keeping his eyes on your dripping cunt, âOh, I love the sounds. Please keep them coming.â
He crawls over your body, completely overwhelming you with the heat, sight, and smell of him. Everything was now James Bucky Barnes, and it made you spread your legs wider for more. Bucky leans down, brushing your lips with his in a filthy kiss, âTell me you want it, come on, Sweetheart... Please, I need to hear that sweet voice beg for me, for my cockâŚâ
You feel yourself grinding on nothing just from the sound of his sweet desperation, âBucky, please ... I need you... need you to fill me upâŚâ
Bucky catches your hips in a bruising grip lifting them, forcing your back to arch as he lines up his thick length, âSo good to me...â he says, almost in a daze, before his rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slick before pushing into your tight cunt.
As Bucky's cock finally stretches you open, you wrap your arms tightly around his neck as the intense stretch makes you gasp in sweet agony. It's music to Bucky's ears as he takes his time pushing down each inch to the base, filling you completely. Your cunt clenches on his length, allowing you to feel every burning curve and vein as they rub your raw insides down to your cervix. The drooling tip of his cock licking against that tender spot inside you, forcing your toes to curl.
His thrust starts out as slow and soft before his breathing starts to pick up, and he slams his hips into you faster and faster. Your bed begins to squeak with a whine, but he keeps his pace steady and desperate for the sounds of your high-pitched moans as he moves in and out of your snug cunt.
Every thrust is hot and tingling as he alternates from fast and rough with his hand on your throat to soft, slow rolls of his hips hitting deep as he kisses you gently. It's all building to that familiar tensing you felt when he had you against the wall. Bucky starts to pick up his pace, holding your hip with one hand as the other grabs the metal frame, banging against the wall.
Your eyes roll from him being so deep, managing to open your eyes for a moment. You see Bucky flushed, with his eyes locked on yours, while he holds in his primal groans with each clench of your wet cunt. The sight makes you gasp, holding him tighter and bringing your legs to wrap around his waist. You move your hips in time with his thrust till your core starts to burn, and his groans form into delish moans that only strengthen your resolve to fuck against him faster.
Bucky's cock throbs as he kisses along your skin, his breath hot and frantic as it blows over your sweating skin. With a final thrust, you feel the white-hot wave of pleasure flood over you in an instant, It not only burns through your body but your mind as well till it is clouded in an orgasmic haze. Bucky shudders at the feeling of you cumming against his cock, with a moan that sounds almost like a whimper, his hips still, the throbbing more frantic like a heartbeat as you feel your cunt filled with thick squirts of cum. Looking up at him, so lost in his pleasure, he looks so soft, his eyes doe-like and lidded as his full lips are parted to allow him to gasp for short, stabilizing breaths. It's beautiful to see him this way.
You two stay still as you come down from your highs; Bucky slowly pulls out and lays his fevered body beside yours. He may not be in a full sweat... but there's definitely a sheen of it glazing his skin, and you feel pretty accomplished for wearing him down... even if it's only a little.
 Bucky takes his time clearing the two of you up and getting you water. As he walks in with water for you, you notice he's brought in the book and the colorful tabs you lent him. He settles beside you, getting underneath the sheets and pulling you closer before opening the book where he left off; Bucky starts to read like you two didn't just have mind-blowing sex.
You keep watching him till he drifts his eyes from the pages to your face, "Yes?"
 "You're really going to read right now? That's fine, but I'm surprised you're not exhausted."
Bucky laughs, "Well, I don't want to be behind for our next meeting. Plus, this way, I can tab some more positions for us to try."
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Blood and Cheese does not happen. Instead, Daemon plots with his connections to kidnap Aegonâs most prized possession: his wife. They ask Agon and the Greens to give up the throne and she will be returned. Aegon is furious
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The guards standing on each side of the small council chamber bowed their heads at their king. Aegon hated these meetings, finding them lengthy and uninteresting, but now that he wore the crown, he couldn't escape them.
He pushed the large door open and stepped in. Inside, one person sat at the table: his mother. Beside her, a man in armor stood. Their hushed conversation ceased as he arrived.
Alicent glanced at her son with a somber expression. ââPlease have a seat,ââ she beckoned.
Aegon furrowed his eyebrows. ââWhere is everyone else?ââÂ
ââCouncil meeting is canceled today,ââ she informed him gravely. ââWe have more urgent matters to discuss.ââÂ
Seating himself at the table's head, Aegon braced himself for what was to come. The tension in the chamber was palpable, and he knew something serious had happened.
Alicent hesitated for a moment, her eyes betraying the weight of the news she carried. ââThere's been an incident,ââ she began, her voice strained. ââBefore I explain further, I need you to stay calm.ââ Her eyes held Aegonâs, waiting for a silent promise before pursuing. ââWe all know that Daemon still has connections in the city. Some of his men breached our defenses and infiltrated the castle and sheâŚshe was taken by the Blacks.ââ
Aegon laughed dryly. This had to be a joke.
But he found no sign of jest in his motherâs solemn expression.Â
The king turned to the lord commander standing to her left. ââWhere is my wife, Ser Criston?ââ he implored, still in disbelief that you had been taken.Â
Ser Criston's gaze fell to the ground, his silence speaking volumes. ââI regret to conform, your grace,ââ he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. ââThe queen has been taken.ââÂ
Aegon felt as if the ground had been ripped from beneath him. His wife, his beloved, stolen from him â kidnapped â by the hands of their enemies.Â
ââWe've received a raven from Dragonstone,ââ Alicent informed, clearing her throat. She forwarded the rolled piece of parchemin to Ser Criston, who handed it to Aegon.
He unrolled the parchemin and read the message: As a result of stealing from the rightful heir, something of yours has been taken. Abandon the throne and she will be returned.Â
Aegon's jaw clenched so tightly that the parchment in his hand crumpled beneath his grip. His violet eyes filled with wrath as rage spread through his blood.Â
He rose to his feet, his voice dripping with fury. ââSer Criston, tell the dragonkeepers to get Sunfire out of the dragonpit. I will go to Dragonstone myself andâââ
ââIâd rather not,ââ Alicent interjected, her tone icy. ââGoing to Dragonstone is driving yourself to your own death.ââÂ
ââI will not stand idly by while my wife is held captive by our enemies!" In a surge of anger, Aegon tore the silver crown from his head and flung it to the ground with all the force of his rage, the clang of the Valyrian steel reverberating off the stone walls like a thunderclap.
At his outburst, Alicent's lips pressed into a thin line. ââYou may leave us, Ser Criston.ââÂ
The lord commander nodded and exited the small council chamber in silence, leaving the king and his mother alone.
ââYou have no idea the sacrifices that were made to put you on that throne?ââ she stated, her tone heavy with implication.
Aegon's frustration boiled over, and he leaned against the back of his chair. He ran his hands through his silver hair, tugging at the roots in a gesture of despair and anguish. ââI never asked for that throne!ââ he exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion.Â
All he wanted was his wife back, it was all he needed â you.Â
During his fatherâs reign, the castle had never been threatened. Viserys was a peaceful king, one who stayed away from conflicts. Therefore, he never had to worry about the loyalty or competence of his kingsguard. Â
Now that he had fallen and that a civil war had begun, the safety - and life - of those who lived in the castle was at risk. In the days following Aegon's coronation, all who had refused to swear to him had been beheaded. So, how could this have happened?
ââI want these menâs heads,ââ he declared, his voice filled with a mixture of vengeance and determination as he straightened. ââPlot against the king and I will pay it back a hundred times over.ââ
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Okay, as I have mentioned, I'm Ace AF. And you know that plot line in kids cartoons where the alien or foreign Warrior Royalty just sort of *violently kicks down door in full armor* "We Will Marry."? I?? Always said:
"Sure!" (#OhThankFUCK!)
Like what do you mean "No"? The powerful, attractive, monarch that is very into you has travel a great distance JUST to marry you! Now you don't have to date! They seem nice! You can skip the whole "trying to find a life partner" awkwardness.
So, Sudden New Fiancee(tm) how we doing this? Blended customs? Two weddings? One in your peoples traditions, one in mine? Should we invite your family? Tell me more about yourself.
God, this solves just... SO MUCH for me? No having to make small talk. No "do they like me?" Or "am I reading the signs here right?" No failed dates! It's positively ideal! AND they announced why they were qualified, in a VERY impressive show of power and prestige, when they arrived! Good lineage AND accomplished!! Very nice.
Don't get why everyone's so upset.
Sure the "we leave at once" thing that usually follows would have to be discussed, but that's what you DO as spouses. Really guys, it's like you think I'm incapable of common sense here.
And you know who probably agrees with me? Damian Wayne.
Hell is other people, INDEED. You expect him to just... randomly go up to people and try Courting them? What do you MEAN it's "creepy" to compile portfolios on eligible individuals of worthy bloodlines? How ELSE is he supposed to know if they are worth attempting to talk too?!
There are BILLIONS of humans on this gods forsaken rock, Richard! Is he supposed to just GUESS? Gamble and hope for LUCK? This is a MARRIAGE not a "best friends club"!
Then? Danny showes up.
Gotham heard her baby talking. Heard her KING being harassed by clearly plotting Observants and power hungry ghosts MANY times his age. Connected some dots. Formed themselves a new OTP.
Danny says "Fuck It". Worst he can say is No. According to Gotham, he is neither Shy not the meek obedient sort. Is in fact, VERY stabby. So if he's not interested he'll no doubt be BRUTALLY clear about that.
So? Danny gets Fright Knight. Go get him a horse. Someone fetch Cujo some armor. He's been told the guy like weapons and animals.
TIME TO BE IMPRESSIVE.
He goes FULL Regalia. Armor of solid night sky. Cape of frost and stardust. Crown like crack in reality itself, through which the cosmos gleam and shift. He gets a horse from the far frozen. They're wooly and carnivorous. Gets THE most impressive sword he can find to wear.
It's gonna be a gift, since he doesn't need it.
He does the whole "rend the skies open" thing. Fan fair and knights. Every title he's ever been given, no matter how embarrassing he find them in reality. And announces his intentions. Declares that ONLY Damian Wayne, aka. Robin, is WORTHY to Marry Him. And (in the traditional Ghost proposal of "either accept or tell me to fuck off" /w violence) Demands Damian accept his offer of Marriage.
Right there.
IN THE WATCHTOWER.
In front of EVERYBODY. And yes, ESPECIALLY the Bats. Who are making glitching, vaguely threatening DEMONIC NOISES. Because? You... you THREATEN the BABY? Death. Ten thousand years DEATH.
People are :O ing and backing away from the visible heatwave of unadulterated FURY being put off by Batman. Danny is nano-second from every bone his ANCESTORS had being reduced to a fine paste.
Then? Damian consider him... considers the sword being thrust in his direction, still held aloft in a steady and armored hand... contemplates those titles for a second...
And goes: "Acceptable. Very well, but I have demands."
N..... Nani the FUCK? Says local Bat-Dad. No??? You are NOT GETTING MARRIED.
Try to stop him. He very obviously IS, according to Damian, the man brought him a kick ass sword and has a giant green dog. Is the king of an ENTIRE REALITY. Yes, he realizes he probably COULD do better... but frankly? This one's cute. But if it upset you so... extended engagement. There. Happy?
NO! Because the JLA Dark are LOSING THEIR SHIT. Damian is still UNDERAGE. We don't even know how OLD this being is! NO MARRIAGE.
Damian is unimpressed. A whole six months? That he's likely already LIVED thanks to various timeloops, temporal shenanigans, and reality warping bits of fuckery? You're reaching.
Just? Marriage Meet Cute.
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Transformers x Reader Headcannons- problems
Pretty much how I write and overthink their personalities, actions, and motives. Soundwave, Starscream, Megatron, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Jazz.
Starscream
⢠Canât stop self sabotaging. As much as he hates Megatron, heâs his own worst enemy. Fueled by self-loathing, ambition, and spite. If every good thing is just going to be taken away, he might as well destroy it himself and take some petty satisfaction in watching it burn.
⢠You, though? He wants to protect this feeling you kindle in him. Even if he doesnât truly trust that itâs real, he wants to pretend it is. Needs you to play along with him. Fiercely possessive because youâre his.
Megatron
⢠Exhausted all the time. With all thatâs been lost, he canât just stop at this point. Thereâs no peaceful end even if he almost wishes there was. The Decepticons look to him, believe that heâll bring them home. To a better world. That guilt and responsibility fuels his hatred, keeping it going. If he fails, itâs all for nothing.
⢠Theyâre always watching. Looking for weakness to exploit. Thereâs always machinations among his officers, plots and schemes. You have no ulterior motives beyond survival and he can respect that. Even so, youâre willing to meet his optics even though you know who he is and what heâs capable of. Brave, foolish little thing.
Wheeljack
⢠Absentmindedly creating problems in the name of science. Is genuinely surprised when something blows right up in his face no matter how many times it happens. Forgets to refuel and recharge until someone says something or he just crashes. Generally avoided by everyone because of how often his experiments spectacularly fail.
⢠Even if heâs engrossed in an experiment, if youâre around, his attention is divided. You crash a lot faster than he does and guilt prompts him to take a break, because you definitely donât look comfortable cheek propped up on a hand, sound asleep. Heâs awful at taking care of himself, but surprisingly attentive toward you. Constantly worried because youâre just so fragile compared to Cybertronians.
Jazz
⢠Smiling through the stress. Seriously, heâs on a knifeâs edge of anxiety all the time even as he plays it off. Everythingâs a joke. Everythingâs fine. Even if he wants to just scream, he keeps that easy going smile in place. Itâs his armor and he needs it to convince himself as much as everyone else.
⢠Somehow you see right through him. You can lay a tiny hand on his plating and he just unravels. And you donât expect him to just keep smiling through the pain. He doesnât have to keep the act up, he can vent to you, bleed all the anger and frustration out instead of pretending it away. And he needs this more than you know.
Ratchet
⢠Gruff and caustic, that angry exasperation is all defense, pushing others away with sarcasm. No matter how quickly he works after a battle, the wounded just keep coming. Sometimes heâs not fast enough. A spark gutters out while his hands are wrist deep in another patient. Heâs not enough. If he loses someone, itâs his fault. His burden and his blame to the point where sometimes his servos just wonât stop trembling.
⢠Somehow you understand that if you try to comfort him, heâll fall apart. Thereâll be time to grieve later, but right now the two of you work to save who you can, your little hands able to reach things he canât. You donât complain, just do whatâs necessary. Later, heâll cup you to his chassis, silent as you break.
Soundwave
⢠The worst part of being able to hear otherâs thoughts? They never stop. Itâs a constant sensory barrage threatening to overwhelm him unless he makes a conscious effort of block them out, so heâs always on guard. Can never relax or that tide of voices crashes over him. Finding out he canât even block out human thoughts is a shock. Youâre there in the back of his processor all the time.
⢠Itâs why he needs you to sing for him. Doesnât matter what it is, he just needs that one thing to focus on so everything else fades into background noise. The more you lose yourself in the song, the more he can relax, because you relax. Your thoughts calm.
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Prompt Idea: Danny has plot armor.
To start off, Dannyâs whole family knows heâs Phantom, and they had to run from Amity because of the GIW. They wind up in Gotham because thatâs the one place that The Government doesnât really mess with.
The reason behind Dannyâs plot armor is that in this world, Danny became incredibly overprotective of his friends and family in order to make sure he doesnât wind up as Dan, ironically making the chance of that happening much greater than before.
In order to prevent this, Clockwork gives Danny and his family a blessing. It works like this.
Imagine you rolled a dice. To Clockwork, there are now 6+ possible alternate timelines that can ensue. Clockworkâs blessing allows those possible timelines to be restricted to only one or two, all of them good for the Fenton family.
In effect, it was like plot armor. Scarecrow attacks a library with Jazz inside? Oh, looks like her parents need her to pick up Danny early, or she drank too much water and needs to go to the bathroom, which just so happens to have a window just in reach that she can escape from.
Maddy needs to get a job? Well, Jazzâs university needs a new chemistry professor (last one was kidnapped by a rogue) and theyâre in a bit of a rush so theyâll skip looking for a teaching certificate. No one cares anyways, itâs Gotham.
Jack needs something to do? Well, besides hunting ghosts, heâd always wanted to open a food truck! With Jazzy making sure nothings contaminated and some (slightly modified) recipes from the Ghost Zone, he can finally chase his dream in a big city with his Phantom Food Vehicle! He wonders what some of those shady men came up to him for, or that odd stout fella in the tux.
(The Phantom Food Truck has become a recent cryptid in Gotham. Except itâs not a cryptid, because everyoneâs seen the video of the truck hurtling down the street like itâs chasing down the devil, cop cars and vigilantes alike on its tail. And yet, no one could find it. Not even the Bats. Thatâs about when everyone gave up. When they learned that you donât find it, the Phantom Food Truck finds you.)
As for Danny? Heâs entirely unaware of this, to focused on keeping his head down. It works, for a while. Before fate came knocking in the form of a wicked smile, as if there solely to ruin his day.
The Joker wasnât having a good day either. He started out having a jolly old time, joker toxin gassing a small high school, making sure to leave macabre presents for his dear Batsy, and then what happens? This random kid just starts running around, helping students, saving teachers, whatâs he gonna do next huh? Save a cat from a tree?
Whatâs worse, his useless henchmen couldnât even land a hit on the kid! He swears, Bill doesnât even seem to be trying.
Whatever, they managed to corner the brat, looked like he was standing in front of some other children. So Joker lines the shot, and he fires.
The gun jams.
Alrighty, he takes one from a random mook, and he shoots again.
The gun jams.
No oneâs moving at this point. Where there was once dread and tension in the air, thereâs just confusion. So Joker points the gun at a goon, pulls the trigger, the shot goes off.
He turns back to the Robin-ish looking twink, and he pulls the trigger.
The gun jams.
And as he starts walking towards the kid to just kill it himself, he wakes up in the Arkham hospital wing with his last memory of the encounter being him slipping on the glowing green contents of some weird looking thermos that the kid had thrown earlier in the fight. What the FUCK was that.
Clockwork doesnât even care how pissed the Observers are any more, this is hilarious.
it's to the point of ridiculousness that the Bats have an entire file on Danny and they think he's a meta with a luck ability and nothing else.
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Just had a revelation that the thing I love most about the terror above literally everything else is how serious it takes its audience
There are 40 white guys with enough screentime to be somewhat relevant and they all look vaguely similar and share the same 10 names? Yeah it's confusing as fuck but if you manage to remember (most of) them you discover how every single one of them has an arc and is a living breathing human being, not a background character simply there to drive the plot forward or lick the main characters boots.
There's little details that make no sense to you right now, like what does "E.C." stand for, whos that child next to Crozier in the final scene? Watch it again and again if necessary, I shit you not I've never seen a show that has (dare I say) zero loose ends like the terror.
The characters are just human at the end of the day, not chess pieces pushed around by the writers to get from point A to point B. It feels like the early seasons of Game of Thrones when it was really REALLY good, no one has plot armor, things happen because they're the logical consequence of what happened before.
I've seen Gladiator II a few days before I got into the Terror and I know the movie doesn't aim for historical accuracy over giving the audience something cool to look at, everyone knows that (case and point newspapers in ancient rome). But as a history lover and minor film buff it's kind of sad to me how much hype media like Gladiator II gets, stuff that has zero subtlety and basically spells everything out for you so that no one in the audience misses the point the director wants to make and you don't even have to use your brain. You can leave the theather thinking "yeah that was a cool movie" and forget about within a week.
I wish people would appreciate media like the terror more because without wanting to sound like a condescending asshole we NEED more media that gives you something to chew on, that you have to marinate in your brain a little before it all makes sense because THATS good media.
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