#to have this spun as a story about how they are all violent bc of T

[just-rogi]

I’m moving out in five weeks and last night I snapped at my roommate who had been a dick to me all year (for something reasonable and justifiable) and ik I shouldn’t feel bad but I totally do lol

All year has been the oppression Olympics any time any of us is upset about anything and like.. I reminded him last night that he isn’t the only minority in the apartment and he was pissed

[bitchfitch]

I've spent a lot of words on describing Guli'vany's heartache over the whole "Best friend and fiance leaving zer to go fuck a pirate" thing and Lordakai's "lover turned out to already be engaged and definitely in love with zer best friend but ze wants to try and make things work with him because they Definitely have something too" thing but like. I've had a lot of Difficulty putting Toi'uhla's side of things into words.

Ze loves Lordakai. Plain and easy. No asterisks. Ze loves Guli'vany. Plain, easy no asterisks. They're both people who are Massively important to zer and it's Really hard to define zer feelings about Guli'vany.

Bc like, They're best friends, they've been inseparable since they met as kids and Toi'uhla never once dreaded the idea of marrying Guli'vany because it was zer. Ze would have been Perfectly happy to take their relationship in that more explicitly romantic direction. And the only reason the two of them Weren't already married when the story starts is that the being together was very much Expected of them by everyone around them based on their titles alone.

It's a sorta social rule for nobles like them to have a period of a few years after they reach adulthood to try and find a partner outside of the nobility, and once that period was up, to marry whichever other noble was most convenient. And both Guli'vany and Toi'uhla wanted to take that time to make sure they weren't rushing into anything and would both be happy in what was to come.

Which was all good, until Toi'uhla was given the chance to see a life far beyond what ze had ever known. Ze loves Guli'vany. Ze will Always love Guli'vany and would do anything for zer. But Lordakai was something New and brilliant and it was so easy for zer to fall in love with him and his way of being too.

The guilt was indescribable. Ze's impulsive and headstrong and once ze starts doing ze stops thinking. And it was all one mistake after another. until ze was finally home and had to face zer Fiance after a month in the arms of another.

Guli'vany was too kind. Ze wasn't mad, how could ze be? They'd always said they would look for love elsewhere before their wedding, if Toi'uhla had found zers with Lordakai... Who was Guli'vany to deny them?

Toi'uhla wasn't blind to zer pain, Guli'vany was a politician to the very bone and could smile through the worst news imaginable. But ze was so fucking hopeful, that Maybe, ze wouldn't have to choose. Guli'vany convinced zer to try and contact Lordakai even if Toi'uhla's own anxiety stopped zer from ever sending the letters.

When ze did talk about it with Lordakai... He had no interest in sharing. Of course he didn't. Toi'uhla agreed to his terms, knowing ze was lying about him having zer heart fully. He wouldn't know what happened between zer and guli'vany. Anything they did could be written off as being part of their arranged marriage.

and it worked like that for months. until the wedding day was drawing near and Dgow'vany asked to speak with Toi'uhla. Ze was Guli'vany's dam and the crown monarch of their entire species. Ze spoke up because ze knew Guli'vany never would.

Guli'vany loved zer so, so much, and zer relationship with Lordakai caused so much grief, and hurt and was what was making Guli'vany draw away from zer. Dgow'vany wouldn't give zer blessing to a marriage that would only bring zer child pain. Toi'uhla was free to make zer own choice, but it was Very clear that giving up Guli'vany's hand meant giving up zer roll as lord, and potentially zer place within the flock entirely. Ze had a duty, and playing at some grand idea of romance with that pirate was getting in the way.

Toi'uhla wished the decision had been harder. It didn't matter how ze spun it. Zer relationship with Lordakai was always going to be temporary. He was a violent criminal with his morals scribbled on a deck of cards. It didn't matter how happy he made zer in the few private moments they'd been able to steal, or how much his letters warmed zer. There was no future for them that Toi'uhla could see, even if ze desperately wanted there to be. Beyond that, Lordakai could handle himself.

Ze wrote the letter then in there in Dgow'vany's study, poured zer heart out like ze was gnawing off a leg stuck in a trap. And had it ready to be sent before Dgow'vany could doubt zer commitment a moment longer. Guli'vany needed zer more than Lordakai did.

Toi'uhla hoped, in some vain selfish way that ze and Lordakai would meet again, and would be able to rekindle whatever was left in their broken hearts when it was safe for them to do so. because ze really did love him.

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Fury of Their Scales [TEASER]

m.yoongi / reader 

genre: dragon au, wyvern!yoongi, herbalist/human!reader

teaser warnings: dragon yoongi stuck in trap bc he’s a dumbdumb, y/n having a mental debate whether or not to help, flashbacks/mentions of a very short war

teaser w.count: 900+

actual fic w.count (pre edit): 17.4k kill me

synopsis:  a world of dragons, demons, devils, gods and ghouls- humans were of small number. you’ve lived on the outskirts of your human village in the woods ever since you could remember. living alone in a small cabin with nothing but woodland trees, ponds, lakes and animals was like a small paradise- with the occasional bump in the road. as someone who’s studied and experimented with nature to make all sorts of concoctions- your home was ideal. it didn’t matter that your village didn’t like it or that they rejected your life of medicine. what did matter, however, was the dragon stuck in a trap not too far from your home that you just discovered.

a/n: heh i didn’t actually proof this teaser, so the spelling errors? we don't acknowledge know them 

When you could see the clearing ahead, you slowed your footsteps and slowly crept up behind a tree to peer around it.  As you did so, your breath caught in your throat as you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from choking and making a sound.  You spun around, nearlying dropping your basket from your arm as you hid behind the tree you peered around and pressed your back firmly to it’s trunk.

Your breath shuttered, shook, halted and repeated.  You couldn’t remember how to breathe properly as you tried to be as quiet as possible.  Around that tree trunk and indeed caught in a metal trap was no animal.

It was a dragon.

You racked your brain trying to be reasonable.  Perhaps it was just a trick of the mind? A hallucination? Maybe the leaves you boiled earlier that morning was hallucinogenic and you were too careless about what you were brewing?

You peered one more time around the tree trunk to verify and your entire body sieed up again at the same dragon from the first time you saw it.  You didn’t hide immediately this time.  You stayed hidden, tucked away but examined the situation the best you could; even if every orpheus of yourself was telling you to run.

You weren’t too well versed on the dragon race, but this particular dragon you had read about before in a book once- but only briefly.  A wyvern you think it was called.

The creature was large, as tall as the trees- one fully grown yet you imagined. Or maybe it was because the creature was folded in on itself, crouched to the ground as it tugged on it’s trapped legs.

A large bear trap had sunk it’s sharp metal teeth into the scaled leg of the mighty creature.  With nowhere near enough space to try and fly away- trap attached or not- and no room to try and back away and shake it off or even break the chain that held the trap in place, the dragon was ultimately stuck in whining pain.

It’s scales were that of ashen red; the color of a fine blush, but rough to the texture like brick. It’s arms were large and folded inwards, the talons of either digging into the earth to steady itself and the other crawling at the trap futility. It’s long tail was curled around it’s back and the length of it disappeared behind the treeline where you knew it was barbed at the end.  It’s head was long, thin and had three horns- one on the end of its nose and two on either side of it’s head.

Needless to say, it was a wonder to witness.  A dangerous wonder, but wonder no less.

Dragons were a very rare sight around human territory.  They hated the human race and for reasons that you couldn’t blame them for.  Years ago, you had read about a war- if you could call it that- that took place between human and dragon.  

The humans in their invincible high from all sorts of discoveries and conquering of other places ahd decided to set their sights on the dragons.  If they could tame the mighty beasts and use them as war creatures- the people would reign over all. That’s what they had assumed.

They had no idea just what they had signed themselves up for when they marched into dragon country. The doom that took place was instantaneous for the first brave and foolish group of marchers and it only got worse.

A group of nearly 200 men were slaughtered at the hands of just a few dragons who were the first to be approached as mere animals.  Burned alive, crushes, eaten, slashed into ribbons- the humans stood no chance in hell.

Then, the dragon’s returned the favor.  The humans wanted war, so be it.  The dragon race was smart, far smarter than the average genius human being.  With magic on their side along with their mighty strength and numbers, they took to the humanlands and burned it to the ground.

This pathetic war lasted no longer than a week and nearly one-third of the human population was blown away from the very beasts they had wanted to tame and use.  

The two had long since left each other alone, no one wanting to repeat the past.  Humans fear dragons due to the stories- that was unavoidable. However, dragons live long and hate even longer.  They can hold a grudge longer than that of a devil or demon.  

That is what shook you to your core as you gazed at this one single dragon caught in the woods of the humanslands. Why was it so far from dragon country? Had it wandered here because of boredom? Perhaps was banished by the king of dragons you had known about.  Or maybe this dragon was just foolish. You weren’t sure and you less sure if you’d stick around long to find out.

The creature was a terror and the snarls and whines and cries that came from it were something that would surely haunt you in the middle of the night when you hear the wind howl. Regardless of that however, you felt pity for the dragon.  

As of the moment, it had hurt no one and you had heard no word of any dragon attacks.  It was just stuck, injured and helpless.  Before you could muster up the conscience to quietly leave, you stepped forwards just an inch and knocked a small rock from its place on a tree root.  

The dragon’s head whipped up, it’s sensitive nose finally catching a whiff of a different scent that wasn’t of woodland desence now that it was preoccucpied with this stupid bear trap.

It’s black coal eyes narrowed as it’s mouth opened to show its rows of white fangs that could easily devour you. A violent shiver ran through your entire body as your eyes connected with its own.  You were discovered and there was no going back down.

[just-jordie-things]

Jealous Much? - Peter Parker

word count: 2541 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) is just a little bit jealous but Peter thinks it’s adorably unnecessary (a/n): this is really old lol

(y/n) was never really much for jealousy.  She trusted her boyfriend, she knew he’d never do anything behind her back, and even if he did he’d feel incredibly guilty about it.  It’s what made Peter Parker cute.  He was so afraid of hurting her feelings that it made his stomach twist up and he’d apologize profusely.  It happened just last week when they were supposed to have a movie night but he’d forgotten to but popcorn.

And of course she was never mad, how could she be? He was just so damn cute when he rambled on with ridiculous apologies and all she could do was smile and kiss him.

She was standing at her locker when the boy came up to her, smiling as soon as he’d seen her putting her things away.  The usual sleepy look on her face since it was seven in the morning, and he’d learned quickly she was not a morning person.

“Morning beautiful” He called, and she turned around to smile at him, allowing him to kiss her cheek quickly.  Public displays of affection made Peter nervous, but it was worth it to see her blush before looking down to hide her grin.

“Morning” She responded, her tiredness evident in her voice.  “How was patrol last night?” She asked him quietly before shutting her locker and holding onto the strap of her backpack.

“Nothing happened” Peter shrugged.  “Which I suppose is a good thing…” (y/n) giggled, shaking her head at him.

She’d only been dating Peter for a few months, but she’d known him since her and Ned met him in the first grade.  He had tried to hide his secret identity from her, but Ned found out first and couldn’t keep the secret to himself.  Though ultimately it’s what prompted Peter to tell the girl about his real feelings, and not long after the two of them became official.  And she’s never been happier.  But sometimes, the Spider-Man side of his life scared her to death.

“I’d say so” (y/n) replied, and Peter gave her that look.  That completely adoring one, where his eyes were swimming pools of hearts.  “You probably still got to bed late, huh?” She asked, looking over and seeing those eyes of his.  “What?” Her eyes narrowed just a little, wondering why he was staring at her like that.  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked again when he didn’t answer right away.

“N-nothing I’m listening to you” He shrugged innocently.  (y/n) smiled bashfully, and dropped the subject.  “But y-yeah I went to bed at like two in the morning”

“Jesus Peter” She sighed.  “Seriously, you need to pace yourself a little” Her voice was soft, so no one would hear, and so he didn’t feel like she was pushing him.

“I know” He breathed.  “Can’t help it” She smiled good naturedly at him, knowing he loved being a hero.

“Hey guys!” Ned came running up in between them, grinning happily at them both.

“Hey Ned” Peter said, giving him a slightly pissed off look for shoving him away from his girlfriend.

“Morning Ned” (y/n) said.  “Why’re you all perky?”

“The new girl!” He whispered yelled.  “Have you seen her?” He asked Peter, who shook his head.  “Oh dear God she’s hot- no offense (y/n/n)”

(y/n’s) brows furrowed, her head shaking slightly as she looked at her friend, but didn’t say anything before he started talking again.

“Her name’s Dana, or Diana, or something” Ned went on.  “And She’s gorgeous, like ten outta ten gorgeous”

“Cool” Peter mumbled, not really sure what to say.  “Is she nice”

“Don’t know, haven’t talked to her yet” He said.  “I’m hoping to, we have Chemistry together! I saw her schedule on Liz’s story so that people can be nice to her and stuff and man am I gonna be nice to her”

“Ned” (y/n) forced a chuckle, trying not to let on that her feelings were just  little bit hurt.  

“Go for it” Peter shrugged.

“Really? You think I could? I’m not like you”

“What does that mean?” Peter asked, clearly confused.  And if (y/n) was being honest, she didn’t get it either.

“You’re the one with the girlfriend” Ned shrugged.  “You know what you’re doing”

(y/n) held back a laugh.  Peter never knew what he was doing.

“What?” Peter still seemed confused, but they were already at class and Ned cut off the conversation.

“That’s her” Ned whispered, nodding his head to the girl in the back.

“Woah” (y/n) murmured.  Ned was right, she was hot.  “She’s gorgeous” (y/n’s) voice dropped, and Ned seemed to realize she was put down.

“Don’t be one of those girls” He said as Peter went in and sat at his usual seat.

“What?”

“The kind that thinks you aren’t good enough” Ned explained, before walking in.  (y/n) shook her head to get over it and came in to take her seat next to Peter.

“Everything alright?” He asked her.

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” She responded, clearing her throat and quickly trying to get out her Chem notes to et started in class and ignore the awkward feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“(y/n/n)-”

“Really, I’m alright.  Just tired as always” She said, glancing at him quickly then back to her papers.  Peter frowned, but didn’t want to push her so he let it drop.

“Alright everyone, get out your notebooks.  We’ll be taking notes and then running a quick lab” Their professor said, starting class off right off the bat.  (y/n) turned to look behind her at Ned, and behind him, Dana or Diana, she still wasn’t sure.

“Lab day” Ned said with a big grin.  (y/n) rolled her eyes, unsure why Ned loved labs so much.  Him and Peter always got so excited for them.

Notes went by relatively quickly, neither (y/n) or Peter talking.  She was using her ‘hardworking’ note taking to her advantage, avoiding any form of confrontation that could happen.  It was going fine until her phone buzzed on the desk.

[Ned] : oh no are u and peter fighting bc u haven’t talked

[(y/n)] : we’re fine

[Ned] : lies, why would u think he’d ever prefer some random girl over u

After that she put her phone in her backpack, turning to give Ned a look again.

“Miss (y/l/n)?”

The girl spun around, facing front again, her eyes wide as her teacher glared at her.

“Would you like to join the class now or are you in a serious conversation with Mr Leeds?”

(y/n) nodded her head quickly, cheeks blushing a bright pink in embarrassment as the class continued on.  Peter looked over at her, chuckling quietly.

“Same thing happened last week” He said, causing her to smile a little bit but she didn’t say anything.  This time not wanting to get into more trouble.

Once it was lab time, and she’d gotten her goggles on and ready to start ripping the tinfoil up to put in a solution, Peter was rambling about how he’d already known the observations that they were going to make.  He knew something was still up, because she still wasn’t responding much to him.

What had happened? Just that morning she’d hugged him and talked to him, and now it was like something had happened in a snap.  And of course he was worried and wanted to know what was going on, but he didn’t want to push her to open up either.  So he did what he id best and rambled about chemistry until eventually she cut him off.

“Peter!” She finally called out, looking over at him, being all cute in his lab goggles and his hair all messed up from them.  “I get it, the foil burns and the solution changes color” She chuckled quietly.

“Miss (y/l/n)”

Cursing silently, she looked back to her teacher after getting yelled at again.

“Mr Parker, back of the class with Dana for the day.  Miss (y/l/n) you’ll be working by yourself today since you can’t seem to focus on your own”

“Yes Mrs Adreille” She mumbled as Peter packed up his things and walked to the back of the classroom.  (y/n) turned around and watched as he got settled next to the new girl.

“Nice job” Ned snickered, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

She spent the entire last half hour of the class doing a lab all by herself, and listening to Peter’s distant laughter.  Kicking herself repeatedly her pencil nearly broke as she was writing down her observations.

But she’d never really been one for jealousy.

“I swear to God I swear to God” (y/n) grumbled to MJ as they got their lunches from their lockers together.  “She was batting her eyelashes Michelle, I’m gonna rip them out-”

“Okay breathe” MJ giggled to herself at the violent image in her mind.  Sweet, soft spoken (y/n) plucking out a girl’s eyelashes.  “Peter would never cheat”

“It’s not about cheating, it’s about some other girl hitting on my-”

She stopped speaking when she looked down the hall and saw her boyfriend walking alongside the girl she recently realized she despised.  Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared the girl down.

“Wow” Michelle’s eyes rolled.  “Will you chill? You and Peter have only been dating a couple months”

(y/n) didn’t respond.

“I mean seriously, what’re you in love with-” MJ gasped loudly.  “Oh, my, God”

“Shut up”

“No way”

“Don’t say anything”

“(y/n)!”

“Please don’t do this” The girl pleaded.

“You’re in love with Peter Parker? And I thought he’d be a virgin forever”

“MJ!” (y/n) scolded.

“Oh come on.  You’re being crazy.  Peter’s legit smitten by you, have you not seen the way he stares at you like you’re a goddamn piece of art? It’s. Cause.  He.  Knows  You.  Are.  Art” She clapped in between her words.  “Some random new girl isn’t gonna change that”

(y/n) still stayed silent as they walked into the cafeteria together.  Ready to sit through an awkward lunch time only to leave and complain to MJ again.  But again, she was greeted with a sight that made her blood completely boil.

“She’s at our fucking table” She practically growled out.  Michelle’s bows shot up in surprise from her words, not having expected such a volatile reaction from her friend.  “That’s it! Hold my lunch” She blindly handed her bag to Michelle, swiftly making her way towards where Peter and Ned were sat in their usual spots at the table, Dana sitting across from them.  His eyes found hers, his face brightening as she sat in the seat next to him.

“Hey (y/n/n) how was Calc-”

He was promptly cut off by her hands grabbing his face and tugging his lips down against hers.  A muffled sound coming from his throat but he kissed her back nonetheless.  Sure it wasn’t the first time she’d kissed him this passionately, but no one else had ever been allowed to see it.  His hands had set on her jaw, their lips still moving together in a spontaneous makeout session.

“Holy shit!” Ned exclaimed from next to them, while (y/n’s) hands ran through his tresses of hair and her tongue swiped over the seal of her lips.  “They aren’t stopping! Pete! Hey Pete! Take a breather man!”

(y/n) pulled away with a small smirk on her lips, her eyes holding a mischievous glint that Peter had never seen there, but at this point he was fairly certain he loved it.  His girlfriend straightened out his shirt and fixed his hair up all nice again, and wiped her lip with her thumb before looking over at the girl across the table.

“Who’s your friend Pete?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow at Dana, who was now staring between Peter Ned and (y/n) in absolute confusion and awkwardness.

“This is Dana.  Dana, this is (y/n), the girl I was telling you about” Peter introduced awkwardly.  He looked back to (y/n) wish raised brows and a pointed stare.  She smiled bashfully, her heart fluttering at the idea of Peter telling someone about her.  “Dana’s new here”

“Hi” The new girl smiled and waved nervously.  After (y/n’s) very public affection there was a tension left behind that made everyone shift in their seats.  “Nice to meet you, Peter sure talks a lot about you”

“You too” (y/n) squeaked, extending her hand and offering the kindest smile she could

“Anyways, I’ll see you guys another time hopefully.  I’ve gotta meet my boyfriend in study hall” She smiled sweetly before getting up and heading off.

“B-boyfriend?” (y/n’s) voice nearly failed her as she looked over at Peter.  Who still had that dumb look on his face.

“Yep.  Dana was telling me in Chem how she was excited her parents moved here because this is the school her boyfriend goes to, and now she can see him more often” Peter said, a cocky grin growing on his lips.  “And meanwhile I was telling her how lucky I was to have you at this school cause it would suck without you here.  Cause… well yaknow.  You’re the best” He shrugged simply, but his grin was still there.

She felt like an idiot.

“So, what was with the little show?” Ned asked, making (y/n’s) cheeks burn.

“Yeah (y/n/n) what was with the show?” Peter repeated.

“Shut up I was jealous” She mumbled under her breath.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it” Peter said.  She mumbled again.  “You’re gonna have to speak up hon-”

“I said I was jealous!” She snapped.  “Sorry! It’s just… Ned kept going on about her and then- I just got in my own head and-”

Peter cut her off, kissing her lips chastely.

“You silly girl” He shook his head, the biggest smile on his face.  “There’s no other girl in this whole galaxy I could love as much as you.  Much less some random chick that just moved here” He said.  And if she wasn’t already blushing, surely she was now.

“Can we forget it happened?” She asked hopefully, but Peter shook his head.

“Nope I don’t think I’m ever gonna forget it happened” He said, making her rol her eyes playfully.

“Yeah.  Me either” Ned grumbled.

“Fine” (y/n) sighed.  “I promise not to be stupid anymore”

“You’re not stupid, you were just being ridiculous” Peter chuckled.  “Really, I can’t believe you let that get to you” He said, shaking his head and cupping her face in his hands.  “Absolutely ridiculous” He said, kissing her again softly.  She held back her smile, very much liking all the affection she was getting.

“I love you too, by the way” She told him, happy to be able to say it without her voice stuttering and failing her.

“You’re cute, but you made that pretty clear” Peter snickered, earning a jaw drop from (y/n) and a smack on the shoulder.

“Yeah.  Very clear” Ned muttered, but the young couple ignored it, kissing softly again.  “Very clear!”

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xoxo ~ jordie

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only angel - roman godfrey

roman godfrey x reader

title from the harry styles song of the same name

disclaimer: i’m not trying to distract from what’s going on by posting my work. that would never be my intent. times are trying, and i’m simply trying to provide some sort of entertainment or something to do with your time. i’m not fishing for any praise of any kind, i’m just putting my work out like i usually do. i love you all and please stay safe.

notes: in other news, if you haven’t noticed, i have a posting schedule now. it used to be every friday somewhere around midday, but that wasn’t really doing much with the algorithm, so i changed it to midday thursday. and i’ll be taking a week off next week bc i’m getting my wisdom teeth removed then. (which i’m incredibly anxious about) so if i go awol for a little while, that’s why. 

also, i have almost no knowledge of alcohol! and i don’t drink! so if i don’t have some commonly known drink or bartender knowledge, please forgive me.

***********

“i’ll take an old fashioned, please.” a woman asked politely, flashing her pearly whites.

“one apple martini with no olive,” a man requested.

“can i get a scotch on the rocks?” a man with a gruff voice asked. 

you were new to this job, but you had a bit of experience, both on the bartender end and the bar attender end. you quite liked this job; the customers were fairly friendly, and you were in a much less seedy part of town than the last dive bar you worked at. you didn’t mind it, though, it gave you your thick skin, something you need in a profession like this. 

you also liked this job better because you weren’t alone. this joint in particular had more bar space than seating space, so they commissioned two bartenders to work instead of just the one. the first few days you were a little rusty, not having worked in a while, but the two of you quickly got into the swing of things. 

his name was roman godfrey, heir to the godfrey fortune, who had a much different story on how he became a bartender. coming from such a wealthy family, he of course inherited the highest position at godfrey tower, which he quickly realized was way too much work for him to handle. roman had transformed from a spoiled rich brat to someone who had more respect for people who actually had to work to keep themselves afloat, and you’d say it changed him for the better. 

somewhere along the line he’d developed a respect for women, too, probably coming from some prior bartending experience. you admired him for that, mostly because you’d hate to work with the man he used to be. 

another reason you enjoyed working with him so much was the fact that his name was so well known across the entire state of pennsylvania that nobody really liked to fuck with him. they’d much rather stay on his peaceful side, because some, more than others, had seen his aggravated side before and were not too terribly inclined to see it again. this came in handy for you when a situation similar to tonight’s had arose.

it was a stormy night, much like many spring evenings. the bar was packed tighter than usual since it was raining much too hard for anyone to leave. it was nearing last call, and you and roman were trying to close up, much to the dismay of the customers. as you were starting to stack some glasses, a greasy older man sauntered up to the bar, plopping right down on the barstool you’d just cleaned.

“i’ll take a gin and tonic, and make it snappy, i’ve gotta get home,” the man demanded, tone devoid of any politeness. “and it’d do you some good to button that up a few more times.” he gestured to your uniform that had the first couple buttons undone to show some cleavage.

“excuse me?” you stammered, flabbergasted at his frankness. you paused what you were doing, frozen in shock.

“you heard me. now make me that drink, bitch, or i’ll climb over this fucking bar and make it myself.” the man insisted.

“you have no right to say that to me.” you defended. “this is my uniform, and if it makes me more comfortable to unbutton it, then i will. i don’t need input from people like you, and you certainly don’t deserve a drink for acting like that. we’re closing anyway, it’s too late.”

you’d handled customers like this before, but they tended to be much less blatant about their sexism and disrespect than this man was. you had started drying the glasses and putting them away at a much faster pace just to get this insistent man off your ass.

“come on, no ones over here, what’s it gotta take for a guy to get a drink?” the man’s inebriation became much more obvious now as he grabbed your forearm as you reached for another glass.

“let go of me!” you shrieked, much louder than you intended. this caught the attention of quite a few other customers and, of course, roman, who quickly made his way over to you.

“exactly what the fuck do you think you’re doing here, huh?” he growled, setting his piercing gaze on the man, who quickly unhanded you.

“i asked her very kindly if she would please make me a drink, and she said no.” he swallowed nervously, the mere presence and power seeping off of roman intimidating him.

“it didn’t sound very kind to me, man. i didn’t hear any fucking ‘please and thank you’s over here.” roman replied, trying to keep his calm with the man that he wanted to hypnotize into slamming his head on the bar.

the man stayed silent, his cocky asshole persona fading into fear at the hands of mr godfrey. roman nodded at his compliance and subtly placed a hand on top of yours on the glass you were holding.

“alright sir, if you would please kindly,” he put a strong emphasis on the word. “stop bothering my friend, get the fuck out of our bar, and head the fuck home, it would be much appreciated.”

as if entranced, the man pulled his jacket back up on his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking straight into the rainstorm.

roman looked down at you and smiled his signature grin. usually that’d have your heart melting like a popsicle on a hot summer day, but you weren’t in the mood for it. the scowl on your face told him everything he needed to know.

“why the face? what did i do?” he asked genuinely. he had learned not to skip straight to defending his actions, finding that asking what his mistake was and how to fix it was a method much more popular with the ladies.

“you should’ve let me handle that myself.” you frowned, unhappy with the situation at hand.

“what? why would i do that?” he asked incredulously. “i’m not just gonna stand by and watch that cretin of a man treat you like that!”

“i know, and i thank you for that. your heart was in the right place, but you shouldn’t have stepped in.” you began. “for the longest time, almost every profession has been male-dominated, so us women get the short end of the stick when it comes to how we’re treated in the workplace.

“men have some sort of hero complex, thinking they can insert themselves into a situation they had nothing to do with and earn praise and thanks for their help that wasn’t asked for. men think that they can start confrontations with us and expect us to be silent and complient, to just sit there and take it because we’re not going to stand up for ourselves.” you watched the expression on his face morph to one of interest. “it was my situation, my job to deal with it, and my job to handle the repercussions, should there be any.

“men are accustomed to getting whatever they want, whenever they want it, and that’s got to change, and it starts with small things. small things like me, reprimanding that man for his actions and the way he spoke to me.” you took a breath. “i’m glad you recognized something was happening, but you should’ve only stepped in had things gotten more violent.”

roman looked stunned, almost like he’d gotten a slap across the face. you shouldn’t be surprised, this was usually the reaction you got from men when you tried to educate them on the trials and tribulations of women, but something was different. rather than shocked and confused as to why you would think that, he seemed more understanding of your struggles. sympathetic, even.

he stood still for a moment, as if he was a sponge absorbing all the information you’d dumped on him. “wow, i had no idea there was so much behind that. thank you for letting me know.”

“can i..?” his question trailed off as he leaned down towards you, lips meeting yours. you melted into his embrace, the weeks of yearning for this exact moment finally catching up to you. he started to pull away, but you stood on your tiptoes and chased his lips. you both pulled away breathlessly, lips wet and pink.

“wow, that was,” the rest of your thoughts fell short, but as you looked at roman it was apparent he had the same idea, whatever that may be.

“can i walk you home?” he asked, gathering his things. you nodded up to him, smiling sheepishly as he gently placed your jacket on your shoulders.

the two of you managed to close the bar for the night and fortunately, the rain had died down enough for you to head home. roman held his umbrella above both of you as you curled into his side to escape the cold chill of the rain.

he dropped you off at your place, turning to leave before you spun him around. you hopped up the first two steps and leaned down to kiss him again, easier this time since you were at his level. he smiled against you and kissed back fervently, placing a hand on the area between your neck and shoulder for some leverage.

you said your goodbyes, heading into your house, still feeling the tingling sensation where his hand was as you smiled giddily.

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ignore the ending i cant write endings it’s a problem

the feminist jumped out a bit sorry not sorry

i wrote almost all of this last night bc inspiration suddenly struck and i had to take advantage of it and this turned out waayyy longer than intended oopsie

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[ohshcscenerios]

Haruhi falling to her knees bc some bullies from another school accost/shove her on her way home one day, but the other hosts are to the rescue!

Thank you for such an interesting idea! I apologize for the rushed action but I didn’t want this story to run too long. I was dangerously close to 2k words so I needed to stop! 

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In Haruhi’s second year of Ouran Academy much has changed for the Host Club; Takashi and Mitsukuni graduated at top of their class with respectable honors that would serve them well in Ouran University, Kyoya was officially announced as an official candidate for the Ootori Group’s heir by his father, and Haruhi’s true gender was revealed though that didn’t stop her from participating in host activities. Yes, Haruhi’s second year came with much change and although change is considered good – even necessary – for one’s personal growth and maturity, one cannot also run from change’s inevitable consequences.

At the end of Haruhi’s first year the host club sent a group email to their guests revealing that Haruhi-kun was actually Haruhi-san. As expected, it created an avalanche of reactions. Most were accepting but a rare few felt cheated and lied to. Haruhi allowed them to feel that way, understanding that for a whole year she did lie to her peers and classmates, and so she chose not to explain herself. If they wanted to be angry then she’ll let them be angry. Thankfully, no one as acted out on their anger towards Haruhi, to the Host Club’s relief, but that is until today.

Haruhi shifted her school satchel further up her shoulder as she made her daily tread to the train station a few blocks from Ouran Academy. It was a routine Haruhi could recite from memory and soon even the Host Club could write down her walking directions without looking at a map. When she was first outed to the school a host member walked her home each day to ensure her protection from bullies. After a month of no trouble they didn’t feel the need to walk her home anymore and allowed Haruhi her space again.

Today felt like every other day as she neared a street corner. Just one more block and she’ll be on the train towards home.

“Fujioka!” A voice called from behind her.

Haruhi turned around to see three of her classmates trailing her. She recognized their faces for they were the rare few who didn’t appreciate the Host Club’s dishonesty. Why the three unfathomably rich students would be walking with her instead of riding in their family’s limousines was beyond her.

“Yuri-san, Soma-san, Moria-san,” Haruhi address the students, “can I help you?”

Yuri stepped forward from the group with a deepening scowl contorting her glossed lips, “No, I’m afraid you can’t help us. We don’t want your help, not after you’ve betrayed your loyal customers.”

Haruhi sighed. She was afraid this wasn’t a chance meeting and now her fears were confirmed. They wanted to confront her. She straightened her posture and faced the three students. So be it.

“I apologize for keeping my gender a secret. We have already explained why such actions were made -.”

“We don’t care about a stupid vase,” Moria barked, “any person in your class could have paid for that vase tenfold. It was absolutely pointless to resort to what you did.”

Haruhi casually nodded, accepting her comment but not agreeing at the same time. “I’m sorry you feel that way but what is done is done. We can’t reverse time, we can only move forward. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Haruhi gave a slight bow and turned around to continue her journey home.

She didn’t make a few steps before she felt a fist punch her right shoulder blade. Haruhi stumbled forward but caught herself in time. She turned around to confront to attacker when another fist landed on her jaw. This punch had much more bite and the pain stung, traveling down her neck and making her eyes water. Someone managed to get behind her and they kicked her knees in, forcing her to fall onto her knees.

“Now that you’re kneeling before us, apologize correctly! Beg for our forgiveness!” Soma sneered, bending forward to cast her shadow across Haruhi.

Haruhi rubbed her tender jaw and stared at the three students now standing above her, baffled that the young heiresses could turn so violent. From what she understood about the elite, the women were taught to be graceful, kind, and endearing. Violence was left to designated men who are equipped with skills and social groundings. She has never seen an Ouran lady resort to violence. At most, they would cry and run into a man’s arm begging for his protection. Haruhi didn’t know if she should be concerned for her own safety or impressed that these young women broke through that stereotype.

Soma pushed Haruhi’s head back with a flick of her hand, making her rock back on her knees.

“Start begging you commoner trash.” Soma demanded.

Yuri slapped Haruhi upside the head, “Come one baka, beg!”

“My apologies for interrupting but she will not beg for you today.” A deep masculine voice spoke from behind Haruhi. Her eyes grew wide in recognition as she realized who was standing behind her. His voice alone revealed himself.

“Ootori?” Moria stammered. Having her favorite host witness her less than appealing behavior instantly embarrassed her. “This is not what you think… Haruhi just…”

“Do you think were stupid?” Another voice questioned, sound much more annoyed. Hikaru emerged from the neighboring alleyway along with Kaoru, Tamaki, and Mitsukuni.

“You have a lot of nerve to hit Haruhi like that.” Kaoru growled.

Yuri fixed her posture and flashed the Host Club a mischievous glint in her eyes, “And what exactly are you going to do about it? If you would dare hit a woman you can bet your name will be slandered within hours.”

Kyoya fixed his glasses, “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t stoop so low to your level. We have other ways to take care of you.”

Haruhi felt a strong pair of arms lift her from the ground and realized it was Takashi who saved her from the cold concrete. He carried her as he joined the others and gently brushed his fingers over her swollen jaw. When she winced away at the pain Takashi gave an angry pointed glare at the three students, making them shy away from the normally stoic host.

“This was a bad idea Yuri-san…” Soma whispered to her friend.

“Shut up, this piece of filth needs to pay for what she’s done. She lied to us for an entire year!” Yuri barked back.

“You are only this angry because you developed a crush on Haruhi,” Tamaki explained rather calmly, “We understand your anger but you cannot direct it at Haruhi. We were the ones who forced her to join the Host Club. If you want to beat someone up, let that person be me.”

Tamaki walked forward with his arms stretch out to his sides, palms open and facing up. Haruhi watched him with a strange look of confusion because essentially he was giving himself up in her place.

“We couldn’t hit you Tamaki-kun…” Moria confessed. “We admire you too much. We could never hurt you.”

“But I can,” Yuri said, “If you’re going to take a beating for that rat then so be it!”

Yuri plunged forward with a fist drawn back, winding up for a delicious punch to the cheek. She was about to reach Tamaki when he threw his arms around Yuri and spun her around, lifting her feet off the ground and throwing her off her punch.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” She cried as she wriggled beneath his tight hold.

“I will, once the police arrive.” Tamaki said.

When Moria and Soma heard that the police were called they looked at each other with wide eyes and turned to run off. Before they could make it a few feet Mitsukuni landed in front of them, forcing them to skid to a stop.

“I’m afraid you ladies aren’t going anywhere just yet.” He said with a devious smile.

Kyoya approached Haruhi who was still cradled in Takashi’s arms with a cellphone already pulled to his ear. “I am calling for a doctor to meet us at your apartment to check the injuries. Do not object for I won’t listen. Your jawline is already beginning to bruise.” He studied her face with critical eyes and began speaking to someone on the phone.

“How did you guys get here so quickly?” Haruhi asked her friends.

Hikaru shrugged, “We noticed a note falling out of your locker this morning. We were going to give it to you when we realized it was a threat. So instead we followed you home today, just in case.”

“We’re glad we did.” Takashi admitted.

Haruhi smiled, though it hurt to stretch her bruised cheek, and felt eternally grateful to have the friends she did.

There was much change in her second year and the final change of all was that she gained a second family.

[spacegaywritings]

Dark puzzles

I can finally post my gifts! Summary: Virgil visits the dark sides. He finally realised his actions may have been shit. Will they take him back or reject him like he rejected them after leaving? (Dee hisses a lot.) Tags: death/execution/stoning/slaughter mention, serial killer mention, politics implied, mass shooting mention, implied animal cruelty, Remus being fucking Remus and being absolutely odd, sexual innuendo if you wanna read it that way (nothing worse than canon Remus), emetophobia (mention), mentions of skinning, mentions of making out, a bit of crying, non-sexual nudity, mentions of body horror (slight bc Remus), mention of bugs/cockroaches, porn mention, reference to snake anatomy, “platonic safewords”, implied synethesia, mention of depression, ADHD Remus (implied, stimming mention), tentacles but nonsexual (it looks like a lot but is basically just remus being remus)

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The night struck the seemingly empty apartment. Silence hung in the air, heavy like a loaded truck. The whole place looked much like the rest of Thomas’ home if it was not for the rather dark looks. Some things were laying around carelessly, almost as if dropped right after the moment of use. It was so different from the light side’s space but it was still strangely similar. It was like looking into a mirror but one that twisted things and turned reality into something it was and was not at the same time instead of reflecting it properly.

Roman had explained it quite well when he had tried to explain his relationship to Remus, the other side of creativity. However, it never explained the relationship the dark sides had among one another. Virgil had not once spoken about it and while Deceit had teased the idea of their connection, it remained a mystery. As always, Remus seemed too confusing and changing like the flowing water in a river to actually get information out of him.

All the light sides knew were that Virgil used to be a dark side until Thomas started accepting and including him and even worked to hear him out as much as possible. Deceit was on the way to it but he still had not shared his name. Patton tried his best to pave the way for Thomas to accept him too but now it was their way to try and accommodate someone other than Virgil for once. Thomas knew about how Virgil used to be a dark side and it had prompted him enough to make a start and encourage Deceit to join their VLOG once. Patton did his best to ask the lying side to join their activities and general meetings such as eating together, just hanging out or accompanying Thomas during certain events.

Still, .. Deceit was not all in and neither was Remus. Remus was a lot harder to win over for one of the sides. Thomas had issues accepting the Duke as he was but he made an effort to go slow and ease up into it (which made it somewhat more manageable but it was still work). Logan kept warning him to never overdo it or force himself into acceptance since that would be counterproductive as well.

There was just so much to pay attention to and the light sides as well as the others were just in a myriad of shards, their respective spaces of the mind absolute messes compared to before. It counted for the mind space the light sides were in charge of. The space the others inhabited looked unusually clean for someone like Remus living in that area. Virgil carefully stepped through the dark version of the living room and carefully looked around. Remus’ whole outfit was there. Just dropped right on the spot and there was a banana peel, perked up on the table in all provocation it could come up with.

The anxious side ducked a bit as he let his gaze roam over the floor before him. Having Remus around was a lot since usually, things like Lego stones and similar things were jut laying around. Sometimes they popped out of his body for no reason or literally any reason at all. Magic trick? Sure thing. Oh, rather a random intermission? Right there for ya! Feel like lifting up the mood? Everyone likes Lego. Fucking around with Dee? Pull out the stones and leave them laying around on the floor just for getting on the perfectionist’s nerves.

Alright, sometimes Lego stones were needles, pins or straight up frozen nipples digging into your skin. One could never really know with Remus around. Consistency did not necessarily exist with him, neither did it in this place - probably correlation, as Logan would conclude.

Virgil carefully dipped closer to the kitchen. He could hear the steady flow of water running and the repetitive yet random ticking of the clock. There was no rhythm to the time flowing in here yet at least the sink did the trick of sticking to physics. If he had not gone into this space with a certain determination filling him, he would have been affected by the sound of measured time passing. But he came here for something.

Remus was probably asleep or some shit so he could not fuck around with the laws of nature. Or he just did not feel like it. That was more like it. His moods painted the mindscape and shaped the loose for it usually took.

Dee... Dee was around. He had to be around. Time running wild was his way of insisting that time was just another dumb concept society came up with in order to trap everyone in a certain system and enslave the people according to certain measures as were scales and the BMI or grades. Actually, everything was pure evil in the eye and a half of a frustrated snake.

The once-upon-a-time-dark-side carefully stepped closer, finally having reached over to the kitchen. Anxiety was sitting heavy in his gut. A big, dark pitfall of emotions and dread eating him up form the inside out. It was the pure panic as always. Virgil had always dreaded these moments but with his heart on his tongue at the moment, honesty up his sleeves and pure openness in his eyes, he was scared of bringing his vulnerable state into a conversation with the angry snake. He had all right to be angry. They used to have it all and now, all he had served to split up what they used to be. It was his fault.

The anxious trait took a shake breath and blinked over the snake and took off his big jacket.

“Damien.”

After this, a lot of things happened at the same time and Virgil could do nothing but blink.

Dee immediately spun around, something in his hands and immediately slipping from his exposed fingers. Too slipper to keep up an angry grip on all that was real and all that was a potential reality. Virgil flinched as the plate crashed onto the floor and burst into an uncountable amount of little fragments, only held together by the idea of how this used to be a plate once in a lifetime. Now not Remus painted the space but the white porcelain directed what this place would look like from now on.

The sound had Virgil let go off his jacket and freeze up like a deer in the headlights. Caught off-guard and prepared for nothing ever in his entire life, he inhaled sharply. Dee’s piercing eyes nailed him to the wall he had kept close to. There was no hat, no cape and no gloves either. They were both vulnerable. Equally so. The dark space was a place for them to be who they were at any moment and with any mood they could come up with. They were loosely bound to Thomas’ experience but they were much freer than the light sides. Partly because they were not as involved in his life but also because Thomas did not pull them into question of fulfilling tasks for him in his cognitive processes. He rarely took deception into consideration, neither did he often summon the darker themes of his creativity.

Hence, the sides varied their appearance when not with Thomas. The light sides just did not insist on it too much because they were legitimate parts of Thomas, they both identified as such. It was a mutual relationship. The others were not so lucky. They varied greatly from their origin. When Thomas did not imagine them to be in a certain way, they let their own imagination and potency flow and just existed, sometimes even without corporal form.

Virgil pressed himself against the wall, staring at his ex-friend with a blank expression. Purple panic dripped into his face. The lying side stared back at him. Silence stretched out between them like a lazy cat trying to get a tan.

Dee carefully patted his hands dry, the scaled fingers dancing around the towel and gently gripping it ever so slightly. Virgil wondered whether anyone knew how delicate Damien’s grip could be when he wanted to. No matter the temper tantrums, he had never been a violent or brutal type. He was a delicate touch, a person to stay in your mind for his mind, for his eyes and his arguments that would stick with you even months after your encounter.

“He-hey”, Virgil mumbled. He was speaking through his teeth as he bit down onto his lips and looked at the other. Dee was readily putting his hat and gloves back on as he let the first greeting slide and with a dull snip of his fingers, his cape was back in place.

“Hello, Virgil”

The anxious trait carefully shrug his shoulders and averted his gaze. The floor looked interesting again despite there being no more obstacles to worry about with Deceit working on consistent order and banishing Remus from wrecking havoc outside of his room. It was new.. but it seemed like a change he did not hate. If he was allowed to judge it after all... it did not feel as if he was all too welcome after all. He could not exactly blame Damien for that. Virgil sighed. He had been a bad friend. A truly shitty companion and he got what he deserved when the other’s gaze simply wandered through him as if he was made of glass and anything but his existence was more interesting than him.

“I-I’.. sorry.”

Damien continued looking through him. By now his clothed fingers worked to adjust his bowler head, the coal colour resonating with his aura. Virgil could feel darkness oozing from the other. It was common to be more sensitive to certain influences in this corner of Thomas’ mind but Virgil had forgotten just how intense it was for him to be around the liar, not too far away from the chaotic creativity either. The influence was undeniable and while it could shut up people like Logan, Virgil felt his tongue feel nearly freed.

“Ssssorry?”

The word hit him like a whip and made him jump. It lashed out onto him, revealing wrath and destructive powers while the hiss lingered after him. It was the sneakingly slow threat of a snake. Virgil nodded eager as the word shot into his ears and he carefully rubbed over his exposed arms. It suddenly felt so much colder. He was all exposed on his own, now.

He did not think he could deal with this.

“You are sorry why? Because you interrupted me?”, the words were glowing like the last piece of blaze in a campfire on a trip into the lonely woods. Virgil forced his eyes shut. He should just say it. Just rip it off like a band-aid. That was what he could do, yeah. He should just..just speak up and get it out. He knew he could, it was like saying his name, it was like saying Damien’s name-

“Dee, I -I fucked up!”

He dug his hands into his lower arms as he curled them around himself and pushed his limbs into his lower abdomen. Maybe he was not real, but the panic and the dread was. It was a dark shadow spreading within him and poking him in all the sensitive spots. It rose and spread and stretched all over him like ingested poison travelling through a body.

One of Deceit’s many arms ducked out from under his cape and he handed Virgil a tissue without further comment. All his hands were gloved in yellow. He just rarely used them all at once. When did you ever need six arms? Virgil took the little tissue with care. Warmth spread from one hand to another and he gently padded at his eyes.

The anxious side was obviously working hard to be absolutely in an extreme state of overdrive with his makeup darkening a large part of his face, eyeshadow opaque and thick on his skin. Damien must have realised Virgil would not just come down for nothing and try to force his tears back while talking to him. He might have his feelings about their situation but he was no fool. He could sense a special situation when it was in front of him. Or maybe he just wanted him gone because having him around was possibly bothering. Was it because the triggered memories pained him or simply due to Virgil taking up valuable time and space Dee could put to much better use than interactions with the former dark side.

“Sweetie, what brought you here? Does Patton need anything? Thomas, perhaps?”

He assumed, with mild interest, that someone had sent Virgil down to them because he was very much able to be rather unaffected by the other dark sides. He did feel their influence but it did ultimately not bring out anything excessive within him due to his own history of being one of them. That being the case, it would not corrupt Thomas in any way. Maybe this Virgil was just another of Remus’ experiments to show Deceit that he was, in fact, not over their previous friendship and started intervening with Thomas’ business for more than just benefits but also to show Virgil’s new “friends” that he knew more about him, that he had more power over him after all.

The other carefully shook his head and bit down onto his lip with more force. The snake could see the dark lips paling and caving as small dents appeared in it.

If Virgil could, he would cuddle into the depth of his jacket and curl into the oversized mess that was basically a whole fucking blanket to him. His body was meant to swim in this thing! However, right now he was standing in front of Dee, sweatshirt covering him as much as his bangs and the usual ripped black jeans. All he could do was play with his thin sleeves, pick at them and stare at his fidgeting fingers as he hunched over and shook his head.

If he came down into the comfort of Deceit’s space, then he needed to show he was of good intentions and reveal a bit more of himself that he other side did not quite know enough about. It was like playing poker and he had caught up on when to risk and when to play it safe. He needed to pay a tribute and raise the stakes.

“No, nobody sent me.”

He straightened his back, the curve around his shoulders disappearing and instead his body rose into a more straight-up position. His body was slightly hover over Damien. The lying side was slightly shorter and the tip of his head reaches about Virgil’s nose. Actually, he was not just smaller than Virgil but all in all, the shortest of the sides who have openly interacted with Thomas so far. Funnily enough, Remus was the tallest and nobody ever talked about it because everyone could just manipulate their heights anyway (given Thomas did not actively imagine them in a certain way).

“I sent myself”, he said with a shrug, eyes still darting into any direction but Damien’s piercing gaze, “I wanted to come.”

The shorter side shifted but stayed in place. Upon clearing his throat, he prompted his ex-friend again. Even the thought of the prefix to this term hurt.

“Oh, Virgil. Did Patton finally give up on you?”

Something sparkled in the other’s face and his cheeks pushed themselves upwards in circular-shaped hills of laughter.

“Did your happy friends finally get enough of you sso now you come crawling back to me because you are sscared to be alone. Because you refussse to be the only bad guy, sszweetie?”

His words rolled off his lavish tongue, heavy and sweet like honey but they were spice to his open wounds. The more he talked, the more hot and hurtful energy they seemed to charge. The boiling hiss shot its explosive load right at Virgil. It felt like Romans’ sword practice with the Dragon Queen had to feel for the latter party. They were directed at Virgil’s heart and thrusted right into it. At least Anxiety was more than ready for Deceit’s lies and attempts at hurting him in return for having been hurt before by his all he had done.

God, how could he ever have done that. He really fucking deserved and that just made it worse for him to cope with this. It was a last straw but it was all he could focus in when he felt panic creep into his system like the despicable hoard of cockroaches everyone tried to keep locked away.

“Inktea”

Damien blinked. For a moment, the force of his presence seemed to distance itself a bit It let Virgil breathe just a tad better.

“Pardon me?”

Without any other moment passing, the kitchen lights flickered and a rather happy yet naturally clothed Remus appeared in the room. Which was nothing but a euphemism for Remus being in all the glory of how nature had made him. ...Or Thomas, actually.

“You summoned me?”

His voice scratched over the kitchen surfaces and made the snake man groan in response. The room was immediately filled with the gradually intensifying reek of ivy and something unidentifiable. It smelled familiarly unpleasant but at the same time, it was a somewhat oddly comforting smell. Like one of those things that smelled bad but still made one smell them again because they were actually not that bad but kinda got one all hooked up but were ...reek after all.

Still, there was not a single moment in life during which Virgil was more relieved (or positively feeling at all) about the Duke being finally a part of the gathering. Especially considering the man did not even have the decency to cover his personal parts.

“Nobody ssssummoned you”, he hissed back at the other and picked up Virgil’s jacket with one of his many hands. “And Virgil isss on hiss way out!”

The Duke let out a cartoon-like huff. His voice was comically shrill and annoying. It was so high-pitched, it made Damien wonder just how the fuck this man was a part of Thomas after all. Then again, they were all differing to certain degrees for more than just good reasons. It did nothing to help anyone over the fact that a loud and intense contribution from Remus had the capacity to hurt ears.

“Eh- sounds like bullshit to me, Virgil called the safeword on us. I am here. The rules said for me to join if I can and I can. And you made the rules so fuck you, Dee. And you know I gladly will!”

While Remus’ voice made a leap from strong and confident, the good impression immediately yielded to yet another drop into the scratchy sound of his voice. And the even more horrible imagery to come with his words. Dee blinked in reply at the statement.

“He wh-”

Remus turned to look at Virgil, his eyes widening in his calm chaos.

“Emo!”, he cheered and spread his arms, approaching the unusually exposed figure, “you came back!”

Virgil let out a protesting sound and shoved the tall man away by his chest, his nose scrunching up just enough for it to show a difference on his facial features as they pulled into a little wrinkles for a moment just short enough for someone to notice.

“Yeah, still don’t like hugs, eh.”

Virgil threw the Chaos Creativity a look. Remus squeaked in delight like an excited puppy.

“Also you are kinda naked, dude. Not my comfort.”

Remus tilted his head, wide shockingly open eyes staring into the void that was Virgil before him.

“Oh. That sounds like a YOU problem, tho!”

Virgil squeaked and shook his head as Remus made a dove for him, trying to catch him in his hug but the usually rather lethargic man was quick to dodge and flee himself next to Damien instead who just eyes the two as if he was staring at a camera in The Office. Honestly, at this point, he might have just been in this show, considering how everyone around him behaved so ridiculously.

“Stop it, you two”

His voice interjected as Remus arched his back and ... uh,, kinda hissed like a cat in an attempt to mimic a war screech and be somewhat intimidating. At least that it what it seemed to be like when Virgil jumped away like chased prey getting trapped and Remus just got ready to drop down and jump after him. It was a lot like dog and cat since Virgil was such a little shit after all. It was almost like old times.

Deceit’s six arms jumped out and grabbed the two before they could run through the whole mindspace and ruin the whole order he had just established. (With Remus around, the whole place was just a second away from burning down or spontaneously combustion but..well, the short side somewhat decided to bother enough to care about any of this.)

“You sssit down. And we will talk about this. You do not get to walk out of our livess and just pop back in and play with Remus like he iss your best friend when you left without a word. He may have the attention span of a dying mayfly but you don’t get to jussst barge in here like that. Not on my watch.”

Virgil could nearly hear a pun in his ears, Patton’s cheerful voice and little giggle ringing in his memory with a hint of nostalgia to it. Something on his face must have given away enough of his mental images for Damian to let go and look him over for a minute.

“Nobody is forcing you. You can go. You can always walk out of here. I will not stop you and I will make sure Remus won’t either, sweetie.”

A little bit of soft sparked in Dee and for a moment, the reek from Remus was not as bad. For a moment, the past never happened and they were just .. friends.. like they used to be before Thomas had decided to change something about himself. Light blinked in Virgil’s heart. For just a moment. And there was warmth between them

“...okay.”

Remus whistled and gave the two a smirk. A seemingly knowing one. His eyes were reading books and porn at the same time as they reflected the couple before him.

“You two need to get a room”

And then, without another prompt.

“Are kitchens rooms? Kitchens are rooms but do not count as rooms. Such horrible thing! In rooms you do private things like slaughtering your pet and now you do not have any privacy in the kitchen? Did slaughter become a social event?”

Virgil blinked at him. Kinda.. Kinda did not miss that part of the dark sides.. not really. He sighed in vain. Remus continued on.

“Now, consider. Beheadings were public and so was the execution by guillotine and then there was also the case of stoning people - well actually that is still a thing! And also, there are bull fights and the media feasting on mass shootings anD-”

With a snap of Dee’s fingers, the kitchen was gone and the chaotic Creativity fell onto a leathery couch. Plain. Black. Remus sighed- possibly in distaste. The side felt insulted by how simple everything around here seemed to be. Damien was like the Logic of the dark sides. Boring (to put it maliciously) and simple and Remus had his thoughts on the lying short stack but he also has his thoughts on the lack of blood and man-eating jelly plants around here. It was shocking to say at least but well, it was not his fault the lying side decided to live without the true beauty of a precious life dedicated to creativity.

Virgil was seated next to Remus, rather unceremoniously falling into his corner of the couch and scrambling to shift into a more comfortable position on the icky feelings below him. He retreated his arms into his sleeves and let his palms push down onto his knees. Leather was so cold and stiff and - A shiver ran down his spine and he visibly shook. Just the thought of how much he disliked the feeling of it made him feel worse about where he was sitting

“Wait, I can dress up for you! I will make it super hot, tho!”

Remus shot up before Deceit could stop him and the Duke was gone for but a moment just to freshly pop up in an actual dress. It was short, barely covering his fine ass that Thomas had worked on so well. The long legs were covered in fishnets -probably made from actual fishnets he used to catch some octopus friends because why not. There was no reason to what he did, just ‘mood’ as Virgil would say and a sense of curiosity that Logan would envy to have. The black of his dress was slightly floating but it was rather simple compared to Remus' usual attire (given he was clothed at all). The front has strings to tie him into the dress and adjust his slightly bulky figure. He was a bit broader than Thomas but the dress easily reached up to the middle of his upper arms and concealed his inviting shoulders. Some intricate green ornaments decorated the part of the dress that could be tied together flexibly. The strings were silver, slightly sparkling and looking about as strangely fitting as the skunk streak in the garbage man's nest of a hair. The dress hugged Remus' body shape in all places, adjusting to his form like an actual birth suit.

Remus flopped down again and sprawled over the couch, excitement glimmering in his eyes like dreams and hopes of children a moment before it was time to receive gifts on the holy night. He really reminded Damien of a of a dog. It made him wonder how Patton had not tried adopting him yet but that was another part of hypocrisy he did not have the nerve to think about at the moment.

“uh... thanks, Ree”, he mumbled in reply and the dark creativity sniffed the little sounds the other made like expensive perfume gracing his nostrils. His head inched closer but Virgil did not make any inclination to meet him.

Damien was standing before them, his stance implying that he did not plan on joining them on the couch but instead stare into them. He cleared his throat.

“Yes, Double D?”

Ah. How original. Virgil giggled and Remus looked as if he would spontaneously hyperventilate if Virgil did any other thing around him, willingly, without even gaining a bit of dark eyeshadow. Dee blinked, unamused.

“You used the word, darling. Why are you here and why are you saying these things?”

The snake man let his eyes gaze at the puddle of black and purple once more, a clear sigh provided despite Remus’ clear intention to leap onto the ...the intruder. Deceit could not even think about how he felt about this but it was a strong sensation within him, from as far as he could tell. It felt as if he was about to split from his own existence or immediately vomit his guts out. ... difficult to describe but something within him felt sick, as if he had ingested poison he could not quite handle. It was something he rarely ever handled..

The bitter taste of the unwanted truth. A product by cold reality.

Virgil scratched the back of his head and carefully drew his legs closer to himself.

“Uh... I.. I thought it all over and.. I -I am sorry, okay? I fucked up, messed it all up big time and I get it. I..um did a lot of stupid shit and I regret it but I thought this was different.”

The anxious trait sighed and played with his sleeves, pulling at them a tearing at the ends of them.

“I thought.. I thought we were all bad for Thomas and then I tried to not be bad but you all still were and I really believed that we actually harmed him before and that you wanted to bring him down... when I am the only who really did.”

Dee blinked at the speaking person.

“I made a mistake and I.. I am sorry.”

Virgil shrugged and brushed through his bangs, the hazel strands falling through his fingers with ease.

“I should have talked to you or something”, he started and let out a heavy sigh, “literally anything rather than just fucking off like the coward I am. Uh, anxiety things I guess. Fight or flight and all..”

The man in question shrugged and Remus let out a little squeak in response. It reminded him of an aroused pig but with Remus, nobody could really tell with confidence. It was just assumptions and educated guesses.. or literally any random suggestions which are probably more likely to hit the spot than any logical deduction could ever get to.

Dee looked between Remus and Virgil for a moment. He could not feel the anxious trait lying at all. Usually he would feel a contradiction in himself, in the world itself. The liar would see the lie in the words, he would see the letters break and fall apart because they had no ground to stand on. There was no truth to build up on that that could keep the words together.

“Really, you get anxious?”, Remus piped up with his voice ending on a slightly increased volume in all the seriousness his chaotic mind could come up with. Virgil simply glared at him before rolling his eyes so hard, it looked as if they might as well just pop out and leave his face forever. Remus briefly wondered whether he could kinda suck on them but that would probably be a bit too close for the purple man.

“Yeah, no fucking shit, Sherlock. I AM Anxiety. I gotta do my job at least somehow.”

Remus snickered and stuck his tongue out at the other without further comments. Damien let out a little sigh and rubbed his temples. No word in the English language had the capacity to describe the emotional state he was in at this moment. It was a lot, akin to taking one of these depression showers after a big and greasy depression nap. When feeling better yet still bad, the feeling of comfort and ugliness clashed together in this weird mix. And at the end of all, there was Dee. Washed with the waters of truth and refreshed with new information and feelings but he was but a clean slate, a tabula rasa and absolutely void of experience to deal with this.

He knew how to handle Virgil before he left, he knew how to handle Remus before Virgil had left. Deceit used to have it all under control and now it was coming back but it was not quite the same.

“Virgil, let me be clear here”, he started eventually.

His voice was settled, sedated like a tired dinner in among loving family with young children.

“I am sorry, too.”

The anxious side blinked rapidly, jaw falling open just a tad for Dee to acknowledge it with a little nod and even a smile.

“Yes, I know.”

He shook his head.

“We all made mistakes, sweetheart. We made the mistakes to tale Thomas’ changes personal.”

For once, not a single lie or condescension weighed the value of his words down. The truth liberated his sentence and let the sounds of his verbalisations fly through the air like a happy bird baby that had finally learned how to navigate through the air and raise up into the sky.

Dee sighed and made a somewhat swipe-like gesture with his gloved fingers. Virgil shoved himself into the middle of the couch and Remus immediately retreated his legs to himself for his favourite emo to have some space next to him. Remus let out another squeal and started bouncing a little, his body trembling like some strange sea monster in the middle of the ocean that only moved for the sake of shaking the water and causing some waves.

Again, Remus was simply a fucked over yet absolutely endearing dog. Loyal, excited.

“Hug?!” Remus blinked. Somehow, his bouncing got more intense.. The fabric of his dress was slightly shifting here and there, his body budging along with him but his butt was mostly staying on the couch rather than wobbling up and down like the odd jell-o creature he made himself out to be.

This man was going to explode if he did not get to stim or at least have someone to be squished within the death grip of his arms. The touch-starved eyes glances over Virgil again and then continued on, eventually locking with Dee’s wondrous eyes.

“Still don’t like touches, Ree”

Virgil tried a soft smile in reply only to be countered with a scoff from behind him. He turned around, meeting Deceit’s intense glare as he shook his head slowly. His tongue clicked a few times for added suspense and the extra effect of scolding a kid.

“Virgil, I told you before. It takes a liar, to know a liar. You don’t need to save face here.”

The addressed man shook his head, heat rising to his face and painting red over his cheeks. His chest burned like hay.

“I-I am not lying! I told you before, I meant all I said, I-”

“Shhht”

Dee pressed a clothed finger to Virgil’s lips and winked.

“Sometimes, you need to be quiet, my little raccoon. You know as much as I do that there is touch you would never say no to.”

Damien’s voice dropped low, travelling over his skin and leaving imprints in the form of goosebumps all over his body as his words made their way over to Virgil.

“Darling, you and I both know that you enjoy touch if it is just the right one. Now, what is the matter? Do you have a problem with the touches Remus would give you? He is not Patton.”

Virgil curled up on himself and shook his head violently, gently hugging his legs and hiding in them. His sweatshirt was far from enough at this point. His skin screamed for more to cover him in these trying times of social interaction. Being put on the spot was an especially extreme case of socialising. At the same time, his body did not even burn enough to challenge whatever he felt whenever he was around Roman or Patton a lot. Logan was not even a person to throw him off.

“I-”

Remus already charged at him and rolled his heavy body onto Virgil’s in a sudden movement. Squeals and little squeaks accompanied his sudden leap and he threw his arms around Virgil to engulf his friend in the fluffy trap of his physical love. A muffled sound came from the emo but he finally wrapped his arms around the other and let his head be tucked under Remus’ chin and mumbled some words of little meaning.

Dee watched the scene for a moment, a warmth blooming within him, unfolding and spreading until he actually felt a warm sensation tug at him. Remus.

The chaotic trash master carefully pulled at him. His movements were soft and repetitive so he would not rip the other’s clothing yet still get his attention easily. Once his focus was acquired, the lying side did not wait for Remus to ask him again and he leaned in, his chest soft pressing against Virgil’s slightly bigger body. His muscles were tangible from under thin sweatshirt he was wearing after he had taken off his clothing as special sign of vulnerability.

Nobody made him regret it. Not a single act or word had given Virgil just enough of a shock to summon his clothing back around his body or transfer his body back into his room, into the safety he desired and required when he pressed the panic button of this last-minute appearance in his own four walls.

The three remained in the soft comfort of one another for several moment. Just breathing in the weird mixture of Virgil’s rather decent yet rather sweet smell, Dee’s scent that reminded everyone of nature and then there was the weird, oddly slimy and sticky smell of saltiness that emanated off the Duke. It also reminded him of ivy but that was covered by Deceit as well. Whatever it was, it felt like the weirdest yet somewhat greatest mix to ever exist. It was like chocolate and mint. It was weird but at the same time still tasty. To some people at least. For some reason, it was actually a real treat during winter time. Like pumpkin being an autumn thing, mint and cinnamon were the spices and scents of the cooler months in a year.

“How was that again?”, Dee teased softly, “ ‘don’t hug me, I’m scared’, isn’t that right?”

A low grumble could be heard from the violet spider in Dee’s many arms and Ree’s long limbs.

“Aw, come on, Virgil. Don’t be like that. I just want you to be honest with yourself. Who knows who long you will let me around this time.”

A growl could be heard but this time it came from the taller of the three.

“Deeeeeeeeeeee” The scratchy whine reached a nasty level. “Don’t be meaaaaaan! He used the word for stopping and we are stopping! It is the rules! You made the rules and you have to play by the rules or you are a bad person to play with!”

Remus retreated to his corner of the couch again, slightly tugging at Virgil but ultimately leaving him in the centre. The snake man looked back at the dark Creativity and nodded.

“It had been so long anyone ever used the word, I nearly forgot. Oh honey, even before you left, you were the only one to really make use of the word.”

Virgil brushed through his precious bangs once more as if to brush off the sudden sweetness in Dee’s voice and the space he had gained despite Remus’ obvious desire for more affection and proximity.

“You kinda made that word a thing so I could clock out whenever you guys got too far with me. No wonder I am the only one to use this shit.”

Damien rolled his eyes playfully. He then allowed the others back into the hug and the pouting tentacle man was quick to squish their dark friend between him and the snake. Deceit’s body fit right together with Remus and Virgil, their position natural, almost necessary between them. Their existence was linked together. They were hooks - all attached to one another and difficult to get apart, even when trying a lot. It did obviously not really work out even now. They were just “simply meant to be”, as Roman would probably sing for them.

Remus carefully nuzzled Virgil’s neck and sent tickles and shivers down the other’s body.

“HEY!”

Virgil pushed his body as far away from Remus as he could. By far, a harsh activity to submit himself to, seeing that he was sandwiched between the two dark sides in a rather close hug. All he did was essentially drive himself into Damien’s many arms. Once he was pressed against Deceit, he looked at the Duke, lips pushed into a pout and head ducked like a cautious kitten.

And then he let out the most slurred excuse of a hiss one had ever heard in the history of human life. That man was threatening no one but children with a lisp who feared the idea of being put on the spot when working out their little speech impediment whenever they heard a faulty ‘s’ around them.

Remus giggled. Oh he giggled like a crazy maniac when he got started. The sounds quickly shot into a pitch so high, his voice doubled down on taking it further yet basically cracked and came out in nothing but squeaks that resembled the level of intrusion from a door creaking whenever someone as much as just looked at them. He pounced onto the emo again and hugged Damien and Virgil with his immensely long arms and inhumane power to just squish the two smaller sides together.

“Remus- What the actual hell”

Deceit’s words were met with no verbal answer. Instead, he was allowed to witness Remus being himself in all his shameless glory. A purr could be heard as the predator stuck his face close to Virgil’s neck much to the other’s dismay (which he voiced in several moments of squeaking out ‘no’ and hiding his head away in Dee’s cape).

And then. I t. happened.

Remus had gotten close enough to not just nuzzle Virgil again - which he did not, for that matter - but instead lick him all over his neck and make the light side freeze in motion and immediately fall silent.

“Mine.”

“Remus you sick fuck, howmst the fuck darest thou”

Virgil glared at the man. There was no fire in his eyes. Actually, he was even smiling while trying to rub the saliva off his neck, using the sleeve of his trusty sweatshirt. Remus had already pulled back in order to look at Virgil, a lazy grin spreading over his lips as they broadened.

“I think we need to claim Dee, so he is all ours only~ Care to give me a hand?”

Anxiety’s face reflected Remus’ own smirk all of a sudden. A true mirror at hand and without another blink of an eye, the two strove forward to launch themselves at Dee. However, the lying side was quick to jump out of reach and off the couch. Within a heartbeat, he was gone and quickly made a run for the hallway - all but in reach of the two dorks who wanted to wet his cheeks and claim him for some stupid reasons they made up in their tiny pea brains!

He dashed away, casting abandonment on the others as he sprinted forward. Heads clashed together and Remus jumped down to follow the lead of their prey while Virgil rubbed his forehead. A small yet visible patch of red started fading onto his pale skin and he could feel his head aching and wounded place throbbing uncomfortably.

They were mental projections of Thomas’ personality but if they could be hurt and get emotional, they might experience physical pain, temporarily. This one counted as one of these moments in which he felt actual agony and it was not over one of Logan’s issues with taking proverbs literal or Patton making puns or, behold, Roman serenading all his activities and generally breaking into songs at any given moment. ... they all had issues, and sometimes they were a lot, okay?

“Stay away from me!”

Remus screeched in laughter while Dee ran back to the kitchen, his hat flying due to the speed of his attempt at a dramatic escape as fast as possible from these lovable idiots.

“Don’t dare the Dukey ~”

Damien jumped out of reach once more but the kitchen had been the closest choice and then again just a dead end. He was trapped. Virgil was finally back on board and trailed after the others with sneaky, fast-paced steps. His movements echoed through the hall and let the yellow man narrow his eyes at the entrance to the kitchen. Shreds of white were flying across the floor as Deceit’s hurrying feet kicked them around.  

It was coming.

“Raccoon! Come over here~ Our friendo needs help with our affection”

Dee was glaring at the other.

“Keep your filthy tongues away, you heathens. I. dare. You.”

The Duke was suddenly silent and still and Virgil nudged him in the side as soon as he reached up to him. He was not that fast compared to the other sides.

“Yo snake, come on”

He did not budge.

“Talking about snakes, do you want to know what is up my butt th-”

“I can tell you for sure that nobody wants to know this right now, Ree”

The chaotic man snickered briefly, the sound resembling a shadow sneakily crawling away from its owner and moving on its own.

“Does this mean we can come back to this at another time?”

Virgil glared at him for a moment, scoffing but not minding the comment with any more words. Unbeknownst to him, Remus was using his Remusness for exactly this special time and promptly scooped up the trophy that was the lying side. During the whole exchange, he had used his tentacles to strive forward and reach for the man in cape and more. He was quick to work these things off so he could see the other in his usual attire again, the clothes he allowed himself to wear around The Others.

He was comfortable with them. The man dared to reveal himself when the was in the darker spaces of Thomas’ mind. Whenever he visited the light sides, he was notorious to cover up. Every patch of skin he could alienate from the original Thomas was to be hidden away. He was not him.

By now, he had to worry about several other things than just wearing clothing or losing his cape and glove to the tentacles. His tired glare merely graced over Remus. Deceit actually looked like a guys who has had his fair share of dealing with kindergarten children all day long, five days a fucking week for the rest of his time until fucking retirement.

“Do you feel better now that you removed my gloves, honey?”

Remus eagerly nodded at the man and his question. His voice dropped down into the usual tone he used to talk around the light sides, the sneaky sound of evading a straightforward answer.

“Now we can love you!”

Virgil shrugged, his lips twitching into a smile.

“Yeah, dude, you gotta stay with us so we can, like, be nice or whatever.”

Dee dropped his shoulders and his usually upright position reverted to a slight slouch. Instead of a proud position, there was a comfort rather than the attempt at ascertaining dominance as he did in court. There was no need to do this here, not around his dear ones. Not around the people he could trust with his life.

“Only if you stay”, he whispered. His voice was a needle dropped in absolute silence.

“At least come around a lot, just come over some time.”

The vigilant side looked up at him and carefully inched closer until they were close enough to hug. Remus quickly moved over to join the hug, drawing the two slightly smaller sides to his warm chest. His tentacles, with the life of their own, slowly retreated. They had some clothes to chew on for now. Their transluscent green forms gradually inched away from the deceptive side and left the three have their moment of intimacy over their reunion.

“Now, Now, Snake Whisperer, Virgin. We will always stay together. I can glue us together if that helps you-”

He gently nudged him, making the classic man sniffled.

“I’m .. I am not able to just come back but I can drop in as much as Thomas’ mind lets me. I will stay around for as long as I physically and mentally am able to manage.” Virgil took a deep breath and wiped at the salty liquids that formed in his heterochromatic eyes, the precious gems of different colours and wild secrets. They held all that Thomas knew and repressed, it was all the knowledge about lying and certain obstacles in life.

“If you leave, I might skin you”

Virgil giggled.

“Please don’t say that”

“Please don’t leave”

“Please, shut up, you two.”

They all chuckled and Virgil pressed a kiss to Dee’s cheek while Remus leaned in to push his tongue against the other’s scales.

“Mine!”

Deceit snorted.

“You are such a fucking mess.”

Remus kissed the top of his head and gently tugged him and Virgil closer once more. As they should be. This was where they belonged. They were the dark sides and they were the ones who would always stick together. Virgil may be a light side or not, they belonged together and with him around, they could finally complete their own puzzle. They had the little piece that made them whole and filled the void the other had left after his transition to the light sides (due to Thomas’ change in cognition and attitude).

“My room. I mean.. you are not really affected a lot by my room since I, uh... relocated it to the other side and all. I mean, like, you know. That is okay for you? Is it?”

Deceit nodded and the Duke simply wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

“Can I visit Thomas? OW”

The snakey snake retreated and straightened out the wrinkles in his clothing that came from the little struggle they had together. His hand reached over to the wet spot on his cheek and he wiped over it before washing his hands under the sink.

“Disgusting.”

Another sound of giggles erupted from the creative side while he held his Virgil. Soon after, he could draw Damien back into their little cuddle pile. Deceit was the shortest side along with Roman but he was still a powerful and proud man. He had the power to pinch a man and evoke pain if he wanted to!

“Aw okay, then maybe we will just go to Virgil’s room already and stay there and then we can cuddle and finally get to make the fuck out! I wanna taste some tongues!”

Virgil let out a prominent noise that resembled a big old ‘blergh’ but he threw himself into the others and let them appear in his room. Their bodies crashed into his bed and foreheads bumped together as they embraced one another and giggled.

Sounds were swallowed and Remus’ idea was taken more serious than anyone would ever admit to one another or the sides outside of this room. Giggles drowned in the joy of feeling and tasting one another. Feelings sparked in colourful fireworks and there were smiles colouring their faces that could not and would not be wiped away.

Finally, all pieces were back together.

[slendermanheadcanons]

why does everyone hc jeff as being mean and angry all the time ?? Didn't he cut his face so he could always look happy????? Wouldn't he act the part- or at least try to????????? I'm-

Mostly bc he kinda acts Bitterly in his story--ppl tend to portray him as a angry, angsty, violent teenager, both bc he Was one, and bc a lot of his fans Are teens, so theres definitely subconscious projection going on.

Theres certainly lots of different interpretations for his character--i personally think that... as an older individual, once hes left the angst and pain of what he'd been through behind, and come to accept what hed done since then, he would just be.... a very, very tired individual. Not cruel, or malicious at first glance--if anything, i could see him being very kind! Especially towards any children he runs into.

A lot of ppl like to put emphasis on his """"insanity"""", his lack of empathy or whatever, but in light of MYSELF entering adulthood and looking back on the kinda medicore stuff i did as a younger teen, never mind the stuff id THOUGHT of doing, sometimes those violent urges are just.... just hormones, and terrifying lack of anger management skills stemming from emotionally negligent parents. In the versions of the story id read, i really could understand some of his anger, and how quickly the things that happened had spun out of control--in the most recent story rewrite the thing that disfigured his was basically an accident.

I think seeing the news stories about him probably made it worse for a while, but then... i dont know. There's something nice about the idea of him realizing the things hed been through had been a true tragedy, but that it doesn't HAVE to define him? He doesn't have to be the merciless, emotion less killer he thought he was, that the world thinks he is. Theyre irreversible mistakes that he made in the wake of severe trauma--he cant go back to change things, and, well... hes pretty good at running from the cops, so why turn himself in?

This is a longwinded way of me getting to the idea that, theoretically, if Jeff was 'realistic' in MY eyes, i could totally see him going the "mysterious vigilante killer of abusers and criminals-the-pigs-won't-keep-locked-up" route.

What he went through as a kid sucks. I think he might try to spare other children and innocent individuals from going through even Worse situations, at the very least. Society's knight in greasy, tattered homeless-guy-lookin' armor.

[clnriswood]

KAI PARKER X READER

I’ll be good

Request(s):  

could you write a kai imagine where he is mean/ pusher the human reader away bc he is afraid to hurt her.. she distance herself and gets kidnapped by a enemy of kai, he hurts her physically and eventually kai finds her all bruised up but it's too late ( this imagine could be inspired on the song i'll be good by jaymes young - the lyrics of this song totally fits in and besides that it's a great sad song hahahah)

just wanted to say that your blog is amazing!! could you write a imaginewhere kai and reader have a discution and he tells her she never meant anything to him..a enemy of kai kidnaps her and beat her up leaving her with serious injuries(physical abuse/ rape) as revenge on kai.. kai and the mf gang eventually finds the reader and kai heals her but never forgive himself for putting the only one who he evered truly cared in this situation * if you dont feel ok ab the rape thing just ignore it

X

The bitter wind snapped at her bare skin, hair a flurry around her paled face, hands shaking with cold. It was late, almost midnight in Mystic Falls, and every human had receded indoors and to safety by now, except for her. At this time, the town would run rampant with rage filled vampires, wolves, witches, and any other imaginable creature, and though normal people grew accustomed to cover up stories and continued lies by the police, she knew better. She knew this because she knew him, loved, him, even. Her hands bundled beneath her navy coat for warmth, lips chapping with every second.

“Kai!” she chattered for the millionth time that night.

He’d ignored for a week now, but the heretic was stupid if he thought that would stop her from finding him. She was nearing the edge of the woods now, the town glowing and blurring faintly from behind her.

“Kai!” she hollered again.

She gasped out as a hand reached from behind her and grabbed at her mouth, her body coming slamming into someone’s chest. She screamed against their palm and thrashed against them, but when she caught a scent of his cool dark cologne, and the feeling of his skin, relaxed under his grip.

“Malachai,” she breathed as he pulled away and spun to face her, his blue eyes sunken and lacking their usual glow.

“What was that for?” she shoved him playfully, teeth chattering.

“To show you how easy it is to grab an unsuspecting girl and have her neck snapped in under two seconds,” he said seriously.

He was covered in thick layers, a black cloak and grey scarf, and his brown hair was messy and undone over his forehead.

“I can handle myself,” she fired back, her brows knitting.

“Sure,” he sighed, chewing at his lower lip with agitation.

He raised a hand when he saw her shivering, an orange bubble of glowing warmth emerging from his fingertips and surrounding them both, enclosing them in a toasty sphere of safety.

“Thanks,” she smiled, instantly feeling calmer from his magic.

He just stared at her with those icy blue eyes.

“Kai, hey, what’s wrong? You’ve been ignoring me for ages, I’m worried about you,” she said quietly.

“Yeah well I’ve been a little busy staking vampires,” he muttered coolly.

“A couple bad guys show up, and suddenly I don’t exist?” she laughed sarcastically. “God, don’t make me sound like that girlfriend, but...I miss you, okay? I want to be with you. Because as scary and messed up this situation is, I know it’ll be a lot less scary and messed up if I have you,” she rambled passionately, pulling her hair behind her ears.

“(Y/N), about that,” he started.

She raised her eyebrows, not liking that uncertain look on his usually radiant face.

“You’re not....you’re not going to have me,” he said, so softly she almost missed it.

“What?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, more surely this time.

“I-I don’t, wh-what are you talking about?” she stuttered, her heart sinking, instantly feeling cold again, despite the fact that she was still safe from the wind and freeze.

“This is the last time I’m going to see you,” he said, a statement and not a question.

“I don’t-why?!” she continued, feeling a crushing weight fall against her heart, her vision blurring.

“Because it has to be that way,” he said, rubbing at his temples.

But the words escaping his lips were so forced and unnatural that she simply refused them.

“No. Kai, look at me,” she said, pulling his wrists down and lacing her fingers around his skin.

He dragged his pained gaze down to her, biting at his cheeks and refusing the tears that clawed for freedom from his eyes.

“Hey, look at me,” she cooed again, bring her palms to either side of his face and holding him still, her thumb brushing over his stubble. “Talk to me,” she begged, “be honest with me, please. You know I’m always here for you.”

But when he looked in her sad eyes and at her dried lips, it took everything within him to hold away from her.

“I love you, Malachai,” she said, a tear hitting her cheek as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

She bent forward slowly, craving for his mouth, but before she could reach him, felt his breath on her face, “I don’t.”

Her hands dropped, “what?”

“I don’t love you.”

And this time she knew she really lost him, and it hurt her so much but she didn’t want to show him that she was breaking, that her every effort went into remembering how to breathe.

His voice lowered, “ I don’t, and I never will. Now leave.”

Suddenly the sadness was replaced by a hot spark in her chest, and she screamed as she pushed him.

“YOU’RE LYING.”

“I’m not,” he responded quietly.

“I know you’re holding back, I don’t know why, but this isn’t you,” she shoved him again, her lip quivering.

“I don’t, l-” he began robotically.

“STOP LYING!” she screeched, tears pouring down her face as she fought him, to which he hardly budged, he just stood there, taking it all.

“Are you done?” he breathed when she stepped back, her eyes red and raw.

She wiped at her eyes with a scoff and a look up and down the heretic, “you know what, I think I am.”

She turned on her heel and stomped through the dried leaves under her shoes, the cold instantly snapping back at her flesh. She threw a glance over her shoulder, and was unsurprised to see an empty clearing, no sign that Kai had been there only a moment ago. Once she saw she was alone, she froze in her tracks and let out a half scream half sob, her hair clinging to the moisture on her face, throat raw from the sound, suddenly wishing for everything around her to cease to exist. She dragged her feet through the soil as she fought for oxygen, and had lost track of how long she’d been crying when she saw the light of her home nearby. The girl shoved her hands in her pocket as she drew closer, hardly yelping when out of nowhere, a set of hands went slinking around her from her backside.

“Stop it, Kai,” she kicked her heels out.

A hand went over her mouth, but she didn’t feel any cold silver rings, didn’t smell any dark cologne, and suddenly her heart plummeted in her chest.

“Kai?” she trembled into the stranger’s skin.

There was a sudden whoosh, and a second later, she was faced to a creature with crackling black eyes and creeping dark veins forming a network on their faces.

“Come with me,” they commanded.

She tugged gently at the necklace Kai had given to her, the gold vial filled with vervain.

“Okay,” she feigned compulsion, her head spinning.

I was wrong. I need you. I love you. Find me. Please, Kai. I was wrong. I need you.

The thoughts circulated in her head, but as she went to scream at the top of her lungs for him, a set of fangs went burrowing into her neck, and she collapsed into a sea of black vision.

. . .

She was lying on the ground in the woods, body sprawled over the grass, hair a halo around her colorless face. A patch of ruby red blood stained her neck, head lulled to the side, another wound on her wrist, her arms and legs bruised and bashed. Kai Parker dashed over the fallen branches, heart exploding from his chest.

“God no, please, oh god,” he wailed, collapsing beside her, tears pouring all down his face, his whole body shaking violently.

“Can’t bre-” he gasped with a choke for air as he felt a panic attack drawing in as he scooped the girl into his arms.

“Wake up, baby, wake up,” he brushed his fingers over her still warm skin.

She looked so angelic and peaceful that any other situation would’ve posed her as a gorgeous and sleeping girl, but not this time. He felt for her pulse, which was so weak it barely managed a little thrum against him.

He cursed and tore at the flesh on his wrist, forcing his open wound against her slightly parted lips.

“Drink, sweetheart, come on,” he begged, the pain so intense upon him that everything whirred in his vision.

“Too late,” a voice said from behind the heretic.

He pulled his hand away, tucking her hair gently back the way he always did and examining the blood around her mouth, but she didn’t move. Kai stood slowly, turning to face the man who stood across from him. His mouth was still drenched with her blood, his eyes the warm golden color of a freshly fed vampire.

“You did this,” Kai trembled, his hands shaking.

“You let me,” he taunted.

“YOU PROMISED!” Kai screamed at the top of his lungs, his salty tears catching on his trembling lips.

He caught his breath, his face scrunching, “you promised you wouldn’t hurt her, if I let her go.”

The vampire gave a smirk as three more of his kind materialized behind him, followed by two more female witches.

“You were too much of a threat,” the man continued cooly. “I mean a vampire, werewolf, and heretic all in one, come on!?” he chuckled. “But we figured it out,” he laughed, taking a step closer, “that the only way to break you…”

Kai took in a ragged breath, which formed a cloud of mist in front of his pale face and trembling lips, “don’t.”

“Was to break her,” he finished.

Kai let out a piercing scream into the starry sky, instantly sending out a blast of magic and setting fire to one of the vampires, who wailed as he burned under the heretic’s magic.

“You think I was bad before,” Kai raised a hand, the deathly terrifying glare settling over his face, his eyes crackling with warning, “you were wrong.”

Both witches raised their hands and promptly exploded into a sea of blood, their bodies crashing to the grass as Kai sent holes through their skin, speeding over to one of them and ripping her throat out without second thought, dark veins creeping under his eyes, sharp fangs protruding out. The second vampire sped at Kai, who sent his fist through his stomach and out the other side, taking a moment to watch him cry out before plunging his fingers into his chest and pulling out a throbbing heart, which he threw over the ground with a snarl. He didn’t even flinch as he beheaded the third vampire who’d tried attacking from behind, Kai’s hand slapping him in two with one clean swipe. He smirked and gave a chuckles as he wiped his sleeve at the mess of blood on his face.

His black eyes flickered up, “not so tough without them, are you?”

The vampire growled and had Kai flipped to his back in seconds, foot to his chest. The heretic’s eyes flashed as he grabbed a branch from the ground and plunged it into the man above him, who howled and stumbled back. Kai raised a hand decorated in those silver rings and vanished into thin air, his enemy poised. He appeared behind him, reaching for the man’s heart and gasping out when he felt a shot of vervain hit his system, instantly crumpling down with a gasp.

“I wanted the last thing you heard before you died to be her screaming, but she tasted so good, I guess I couldn’t help myself,” he flashed his teeth, plucking a branch from the ground.

“She’s still got a little left in there,” he continued, “a real thrasher, that one. So I guess I’ll have to suffice with her hearing you scream,” he raised the pointed tool to the star speckled sky.

Kai brought a hand to his chest with a pained smirk.

“You were right, about being afraid of me. I’m a heretic, wolf, and vampire. There’s so much magic there, it’s almost like, vervain or no vervain, I never run out,” he laughed weakly.

The vampire raised a brow, noticing the orange glow of Kai’s self siphon too late, “don-”

And Kai kicked him off his feet, sending him to the ground and drawing slits in the air the created gashes all over his body.

“I want you to hurt like you hurt her,” he said, a fresh wave of tears rolling down his cheeks.

He bent over and slashed a set of his nails down the vampire’s stomach, rejoicing in his cries of pain.

“Stop-” he begged.

But Kai kept going, relishing in every moment he slowly drained the man, giving him just enough time to recover and heal before doing it all over again, his front and twisted face splattered crimson.

“Kai,” came a quiet voice.

His hand dropped suddenly, face falling, “(Y/N)?”

When the vampire beneath him shifted, he crushed his heart in an instant, silencing him for good before rushing over to his girlfriend. Her eyes were barely opened, her breath shaky and shallow.

“Oh my god,” Kai panicked silently, scooping her into his arms and cradling her face, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she mumbled quietly, “you were just...trying to keep me safe.”

“But I should’ve known you’d be stubborn,” he laughed weakly, his tears spilling onto her face, his eyes regaining their natural blue glow and sparkle.

She gave a weak little laugh, “got that from you, Kai.”

He laughed and pressed his forehead to hers, his tears spilling down and mingling with her own, “what did I do to deserve you?”

She gave a little smile as she pressed her lips to the bridge of his nose, “you gave me something worth living for.”

“Don’t,” he nuzzled himself tighter into her as he held her close. “I’m not the man you should want. God, (Y/N), look at me,” he breathed.

She tilted his chin up with her fingertips, back still to the cold ground, the wind and chill numbing, staring at the heretic who was stained in the blood of those he’d killed. But she didn’t see a monster, just someone who’d been hurt too long to be given a chance.

“But I am. And I see my whole world.”

He shook his head, ��Everything I’ve done has only hurt people. And I’m so sorry, for the light I shut out, the bruises I’ve caused, and all the things I’ve done,” he wept.  He brushed his fingers over her skin, his silver rings to her cheek as she stared up at him with bleary and unfocused eyes. “I’ve been cold a-and merciless...and the blood on my hands scares me to death,” he whimpered. 

She just shook her head, “Kai-”

She gave a sudden little shiver, a raspy cough coming from her throat as she shook forward in his arms.

“No, no, no,” he begged,” pressing his wrist to her mouth again and biting down on his lower lip. “I’ll be good,” he promised. “Don’t do this, sweetheart, stay with me.”

Her lips stained ruby, but she wasn’t healing, wouldn’t move, and her breath stilled.

“I’ll be good,” he cried again, dropping a kiss to her forehead, “for all the times I never could.”

Kai cradled her and locked one arm under her back, and another behind her neck, holding her like she were the only thing in the world that was keeping him from simply dissolving into nothingness, the only thing bringing him that light which fought through even the darkest parts of himself. He brought her so tightly to him, breathing in her smell and pressing his mouth gently to her skin, her body like that for so long that he didn’t notice the blood on her skin drying up, her wounds closing, the bruises on her skin fading into nothingness. They sat bathed in the white moonlight and starry sky, their world a mess around them, but her words came and brought him back, just like they always did.

“You’ve always been good enough for me, Malachai Parker.”

x

a/n: If you liked this but want an ending where the reader doesn’t make it, you can read part 8 of my kai fic, ‘bruises,’ here!

[sciencebutmagical]

Basically the only FUNDAMENTAL reason I was ever kind to anyone was to get what I wanted and I spun a story (a lie) to get it (bc my best childhood friend was a rich narcissist and narcissism has always been a sin because GOD said so and GOD made everything and HE made it in his form and and and what makes a man different from an animal? This or that nothing. I was raised Christian, it was a metaphor.) and if my dad had never ever hit me I would never have understood the cause and effect of violence and I would have better understood the concept of necessity and the INHERENT VALUE of human life yea? I know this because I am a “STUBBORN ASSHOLE” but I am VERY LOUD ABOUT IT AND ALSO PROBABLY AFRAID. THE END. IM DONE. SHARING IS CARING. BE A GODDAMN SOCIALIST. OR BE A CAPITALIST. EVERYTHING IN LIFE HAS A FUCKING REASON, HURTING SOMEONE IS NEVER “THE RIGHT THING TO DO” bc Ghandi said so AND GHANDI ADVOCATED FOR PEACE and I LIKED IT BITCH. PASSIVISM CAN WORK IF YOU ARE STUBBORN ENOUGH and I learned that in History, PEOPLE LIE and PEOPLE STEAL and it is ALWAYS to protect THE LIFE of someone they love. SO HOW ABOUT WE LOVE EACHOTHER AND NOT BE VIOLENT ABOUT IT HUH? And that is why Aang from ATLA was a pacifist and I spelled passive and pacifist differently so that you would make that connection did u notice that? The key to life is wisdom and pattern recognition AND USING THEM TOGETHER AND THATS WHAT IF YOU WERE KIND AND THE FIRST SCIENTIST(S) CREATED SOMETHING NEW (ADAM AND EVE(I was raised Christian) WHEN THEY ASKED WHY THEY SHOULD NOT KILL THE PERSON IN FRONT OF THEM AND THAT WAS EMPATHY AND THAT WAS AN INSTINCT AND THEY BOTH MATTER IM SORRY I WAS BAD AT MATH BUT I UNDERSTAND METAPHORS AND SCIENCE AND I AM ABLE TO PUT THEM TOGETHER WHEN I LOOK AT THEM HARD ENOUGH AND I LOOKED AT THEM HARD ENOUGH THROUGH REPETION AND DISCIPLINE AND THOSE ARE IDEAS TOO. I WAS ALWAYS GOOD AT LANGUAGE ARTS AND BALLET IS BECAUSE I WAS PHYSICALLY GOOD AT MANIPULATING CIRCUMSTANCES TO MY ADVANTAGE WITH PHYSICS AND MOMENTUM AND I LOOOOOOVED IT AND IT WAS AN ART AND I STARTED WHEN I WAS FIVE AND AM STUBBORNLY PERSISTENT AND LEARNED PRECISE MUSCLE MOVEMENT AND SYNCHRONIZATION THROUGH MUSIC AND SO I LOOOOOOVED MUSIC AND I LOOOOVED REBELLION BC PEOPLE LOVE REBELLION FUCK YOU STOP HITTING YOUR KIDS BC PHYCHOLOGISTS (the people who STUDY human BEHAVIOR SAID SO) The Moral of the story is do what you must AND ONLY what you must and SHARE what you can AND never throw the first punch and that can mean ANYTHING you want and IT IS ALL UP TO YOU (hero?) and I learned that from my blunt and honest history teacher who was a (man?) and this is how you win and argument. AND that’s why I want to be an author. I have trust issues and daddy issues at the same time. I need to do the laundry. I need to take out the trash. I can’t. I’m so tired. I can’t sleep. I give excellent and crushing hugs like my mom. I yell like my dad. I’ll never hit you first. I will always hit you back. Trans your gender. Be a lesbian. Don’t be a terf. Be inclusive. Change is forever. I’m a Gryffindor. Chinese Proverbs. Philosophy. I can’t sleep and I have ADHD. What if I’m anything at all??? Explanation in metaphors presented as facts (statements) in the tags. Read if u like Dragon Age I guess. I like DND and I miss Critical Role and I miss my friend Fe (iron or Celtic? That is her name) bc I love her and am in love with her and she is not in love with me and I am a sad sapphic poet bc I like music and rhyme and Shakespeare was a “Great Bard” and a “Bard is a musician” and I hated the violin and I loved the piano and I loved my grandma even though my dad seemed to hate her and “Bards tell tales” and Leliana would have been the kindest Divine she could be. She was also a ruthless bitch. The decision was a small one in Haven. And it saved ONE HUMAN’s life. I’m so tired. Win all your arguments

[peter-pan-hoe]

Pan’s Pet pt2

Reader is a omega werewolf (teenwolf style) and being young and pack-less, she is taken to Neverland by the shadow. But things aren’t much better than home.

P.O.V change to first person bc I’m terrible writing ‘you’ instead of’I’ plz don’t b mad xx

Warnings: grapic-ish descriptions of gore-kinda. recount of mass murder :P general grumpiness

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part 1

Weeks.

I didn’t leave that cage for weeks. I didn’t speak to anyone for weeks. I was fed from a bowl of scraps for weeks. I couldn’t feel my wolf side for weeks. I felt completely weak… for weeks.

Maybe longer.

I don’t really know. I was going off the phases of the moon. A whole cycle and a bit.

I was referred to as ‘mutt’ and ‘puppy’.

Felix got a kick out of calling me ‘the bitch’

Asshole.

I did notice that Pan never really used any names. Simply referring to me as ‘her’. 

He never had any insults or slurs anymore when he came to visit me.

But I still didn’t speak to him. I couldn’t even look at him for the first week or 2.

He’s started to smile when he brings me food or water. Often nicer things that Felix brings. He brings leftovers or scraps whereas Pan has brought me full pieces of bread and some apples.

I know what he’s doing.

He’s training me.

Dickhead.

Just because he put a collar on me doesn’t make me an actual dog. 

I’d been planning an escape for a few days now. Make him think his plan is working, do what he asks, etc. Maybe he’ll let me out and I can make a break for it.

I finally had the guts to put my plan into action one morning when Felix got to me real bad.

   “Morning dog-breath,” he chuckled as he kicked a bowl of bones with hardly any meat scraps on them. “Is there a particular reason you’re on your own? Aren’t wolves meant to be in a pack?”

He crouched down and gripped the bars as I glared at him.

   “What did you do that no one wants you?” He said this as I instinctively pulled my lip back to bare my teeth, even though they were human.

He only laughed and walked away. 

I reached through the bars and began pulling off the small pieces of meat as I heard footsteps. 

Pan? 

I put my plan into it’s first phase.

I felt my lower lip quivering as my lack of blinking caused my eyes to water and ‘tears’ fell down my cheeks.

   “Don’t listen to Felix,” Pan said as he showed himself, walking out from behind a bunch of trees.

I forced a sob as I put a piece of meat between my teeth.

   “Here,” he held out a a plate with some chicken and a piece of bread.

I didn’t move to take them but I looked up at him.

   “I’ll just leave them here,” he put the plate next to the bowl Felix left and began walking away.

Here we go…

   “Thank you,” I said as quietly and innocently as I could.

He stopped walking and looked back at me with visible shock on his face.

   “So you do remember how to talk,” he said with a seemingly friendly smile.

I reached through the bars again and started pulling apart the bread.

   “Can I ask you something?” he said slowly.

I didn’t say anything but I looked at him again and nodded.

   “Why are your eyes blue?” he turned to me fully.

I honestly didn’t expect that, and my shock was evident.

   “Sorry,” he said. “I have met a few werewolves in my time but they either had gold or red eyes. Is it because you’re omega? Beta’s are gold and Alphas are red right?”

   “No,” I said slowly. 

   “No what?” he sat down on the ground and rested his arms on his raised knees.

    “I mean yes,” I started. “That’s right, but my eyes aren’t blue because I’m omega. We’re just betas so we usually have gold eyes.”

    “Can I ask why then?” he looked at my like he really wanted to know but I didn’t trust him.

   “It’s the same reason I was turned away from my old pack,” I said. I began to feel truly sad as i recalled what happened.

The blood everywhere, shreds of flesh under my claws, her blank eyes bore through me as she lay there, her heart beat once, twice, then never again.

She was the first.

   “I killed a girl,” I said finally. “Well, I killed more than one person but the first one turned my eyes blue for ending an innocent life,”

   “Seriously?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded. “I was new, and she scared me. I was in the woods trying to get away from some hunters and I was panicking because I couldn’t find my pack,”

   “You said she wasn’t the only one?” he leant forward a little on his legs and looked at me with genuine curiosity.

   “I hid in those woods for a day or two before the moon was full an dI hunted down the hunters,” I told him. It was the truth and I don’t necessarily enjoy the story but it was what happened. “I slaughtered all six of them one by one over the coarse of an hour. My pack deemed me too violent and blood crazed to be a part of their docile pack,” 

I exaggerated my anger a little but it was for show. He didn’t seem to pick up on anything.

   “You killed seven people?” he seemed honestly surprised. “You don’t look viscous,”

   “Well that’s because I’m a person not a beast,” I spat.

   “Right,” he looked down. “Sorry,”

I was getting tired with this charade.

   “You don’t need to act like you care,” I spun on my backside and turned away from. “I know you don’t. Just go away,”

   “You think I’m faking it?” his voice sounded a little offended.

I looked over my should and saw he’d stood up, with a very convincing hurt look across his childish features.

   “Obviously,” I scoffed. I jiggled the chain around my ankles. “I’m your pet why should I believe anything you say?”

He walked up to the cage and with a wave of his hands, it unlatched and the door swung open.

   “I rule over an island inhabited by lost and lonely children,” he waved his hand again and a leather cuff appeared around my wrist. “I have you kept here because they boys are scared of you and your abilities. Felix takes it too far but I truly care about your well-being,”

With a final wave of his hand, the chains vanished, but I could feel the cuff keeping my power away.

   “I don’t believe you but whatever,” I turned away from him again.

I heard him sigh as he stood.

   “You’re welcome to join us by the fire if you’d like Y/N” I heard him mutter as he walked away, leaving the cage open, clearly trusting me not to run.

NEXT CHAPTER

[knowlesian]

Do you think that Pike behaves more like someone who has been radicalized rather than a dictator? I know a lot of people see him that was but I don't feel that's right. Not that this is excusing him for any actions, but I feel like in the same way terrorists are radicalized bc they're vulnerable he was bc of what he experienced. His actions are still wrong and he perhaps does become more authoritarian as he gains power but that wasn't what he originally intended?

OH ANON, MY FAVORITE ANON buckle up because I have got some Thoughts on this topic.

To start off, a caveat: the way Pike’s story unfolded (particularly in 3A) is pretty shaky. The bones of an amazing arc and character are there, but the narrative doesn’t place enough weight on Pike’s concerns or the very real threats Arkadia is facing; the show itself focuses heavily on the violence Pike is capable of until 3B, so I don’t mean to mount a full-throated defense of the show’s handling of Pike. I do, however, mean to mount that defense when it comes to Pike as a character.

That said, I think it’s important to look at the political setup on the Ark. They’re rocking something of a Totalitarian democracy as it is. As far as I can suss out, the people elect their chancellor, who then holds close to unilateral power. The only check on the chancellor is the council–a council that incoming chancellor appoints. Then you have the Exodus Charter, which gives the chancellor the right to treat any crime as a felony. That’s a recipe for some truly effed up politics.

All the chancellors we’ve seen have been fine with making life and death choices based on their own agenda. Jaha and Abby both display a level of comfort with authoritarian rule–I adore Abby, but she’s no less guilty of “it’s my way because I have the pin, now do what I told you to do” way of governance than the rest of our motley chancellor crew. Pike absolutely sees himself as the ultimate authority once the pin is his, but that’s because… well, he is. I have a lot of feelings about how his arc went down in the narrative, but in terms of “what is going on in that shiny, shiny head of yours, Charles Pike” it pretty much scans.

For a concrete example of this, Pike’s order of execution is often spun as being beyond the pale or “out of nowhere”, but that’s not only pretty typical, it’s one of the few actions Pike takes that I will categorically defend. Quite obviously, as a viewer I didn’t want Pike to win and get three of my favorite characters killed, but Kane didn’t truss him up to hand him over to the grounders so they could have a stirring debate or play a game of checkers. He was, in essence, playing an active part the assassination of his legally elected chancellor. If Pike had gone after Abby rather than Indra’s army in 3A, I can’t imagine that we’d say he shouldn’t be punished in whatever way she deemed necessary. The same applies here. It wasn’t the outcome I wanted as a viewer, but from a dispassionate standpoint Pike is the one with the law on his side.

There was a scene left on the cutting room floor where Pike begged Kane to recant and allow Pike to save him, and I wish to God it had been left in. Showing the audience that Pike was ready to pass the sentence and swing the sword and that he tried to find another way before going to the worst option on the table would have made the choice land as less cold and more the only choice he felt was left to him.

This is where I think they fell down most. Pike can seem cold or dictatorial because the narrative doesn’t emphasize that these choices aren’t ones he makes lightly, and because the show doesn’t spend enough time walking the walk that it’s factually wrong but entirely reasonable to view the world through his myopic lens.

The massacre of Indra’s army is the most egregious example of that second issue (and the one I would full-stop get rid of if I had a hand in the writing) but the lack of emphasis later on, say, the fact that Pike wanted to take that village’s land because Arkadia genuinely needs it to survive made him seem violent and arbitrary to many viewers, rather than a desperate man taking desperate measures.

The way I look at the Charles Pike who rolls up on Arkadia is best summed up through a ridiculous analogy, but go with me. Let’s say you’ve never heard of blonds before. Not just haven’t met one, but didn’t even think they were a thing. Then you find out a bunch of kids you feel personally responsible for have been killed by these mysterious blonds. You lose contact with all those kids, so who knows what happened to them, and then it’s your turn to go meet these blonds.

The first interaction you have with blonds yourself ends in dead children. Then for nearly half a year, they try and kill you and everybody you love. They’re the boogeyman, for all intents and purposes, and by the time you find your friends again, every single blond person you’ve met has tried aggressively to murder your face right off. So, being a logical person who still would rather not die, you make it clear that blonds are super dangerous and to be avoided at all costs.

Your buddy is like, “No! I promise, your empirical evidence is wrong. You were just around the wrong blonds, our blonds are friendly.”

You’re skeptical, but you go with it because he’s your friend and hey, maybe he’s right and you’ve just been hanging with the wrong crowd. Then more than half the people you managed to drag out of the wilderness (including the last remaining children) die in an explosion set off by those pesky blonds. You go to your friend like “so, we can agree I’m right now, yes? Because of how I was just proved right?” and he not only tells you you’re still wrong, he tells you that you’re not allowed to do anything about all those people who just died. How ready are you to listen to your friend once everybody votes and they give you a mandate to lead as you see fit?

Tldr: I think the question of “is Pike a dictator” ends up more or less moot by virtue of every chancellor being a dictator. The argument is a valid one, but he’s no more or less dictatorial than Jaha or even Abby.