#we gotta stop giving her attention and power

[theereina]

Let Me Talk

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2.4K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, anxiety mentioned, childhood trauma mentioned, angst, heartbreak, fluff, a smidge of dirty talk

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels unless requested.🤨

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @theereina. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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It had been four months since I had seen Terry. There was little to no contact besides short phone conversations and quick texts. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him. It was the little things that made it hard to forget him. The way he always smelled of sandalwood and musk. The way he held my hand when I was anxious. The way his smile lit up a room. The way every shirt he owned molded to his body like a glove. Ugh, I gotta stop.

I wanted nothing more than for him to return home to me, but pride got in the way. Not only for him but for me, too. We were equally as stubborn and stuck in our ways, unyielding to the love we shared. Being right somehow mattered more to each of us— more than a good morning kiss, a massage after a long day, the vows of our marriage.

Letting pride hinder our judgment, I told Terry to leave and not come back. Truthfully, I didn't want him to, I was just angry and tired of fighting. So, when he left without a fight, it reminded me too much of my abandonment trauma. Watching him walk out that door tore me apart. I was once again a five-year-old girl watching her father leave for the last time, never to return. The power Terry held over me in that moment was only a fraction of the hurt I felt. It was like the world around me shattered. With him, Terry took both light and love while I fell further into darkness more and more each day.

In other words, Terry and I couldn't comprehend that we could both be right even with two different perspectives. The basis of the problem as trifling as it seemed was an ugly nuanced one. Unfortunately, Terry was raised by his parents while I had to survive mine. This understanding is what caused the biggest fight we had ever had. No matter how much I explained it, Terry couldn't understand why I did things the way I did.

For context, I have had no contact with my family since I left home after college. I didn't talk to my sisters, brother, stepfather, and definitely not my mother. Terry's nurturing and supportive upbringing made him less receptive to the dysfunction that came with mine. He couldn't fathom not speaking to his family, let alone his mother, for years. So, when he brought up the idea of me reconnecting with them, it was a shock. The first time he asked I reminded him that I had my reasons— he only knew some. The second time I admired his persistence but still declined the offer. However, after the fifth or sixth time, I was fed up. I wanted him to understand how much these people collectively hurt and drained me. After days of explaining and retelling the story, he responded with annoyance— calling me childish and bitter.

Damn right, I was! I had taken care of every single one of them for years. I had put my health on the back burner to ensure they were good. I had stretched myself thin to the point of almost being hospitalized for a mental breakdown. No one other than my mom came, but we all know her true reason for coming— to save face. Considering she never believed or accepted my mental health issues, she just complained the whole time I was in the waiting room. This is the type of stuff I dealt with from them. This lack of care, kindness, appreciation, and love is why I left as soon as I was financially stable enough.

Even after talking about this for days, the only thing I was left with was a heavy heart and teary eyes. The more Terry pressed; the more distant I became. I didn't want it to get this far or this bad, but he wouldn't let it go. His mind was already made up. To him, family is family, and we should forgive them no matter what. Unfortunately, that wasn't and would never be my reality.

Present Day

“Caramel cookie butter iced coffee and a regular hot coffee for… Fallon!” yelled the barista from behind the counter. “That's me,” I said, facing the small woman. “Here you go. Enjoy,” she said, smiling and pushing the drinks toward me. I checked the sticker on the regular coffee to see if they remembered the two sugars. I picked up both drinks and searched for an empty table in the back of the coffee shop. I knew this conversation would result in both of us or at least me ugly crying.

I slid into a booth in the far back corner of the shop, facing the door. I knew that if it became too overwhelming for me, seeing the door would provide a certain level of relief— an exit or escape if needed. Immediately upon sitting, I began to remember some of the memories I and Terry shared here. This quickly became our favorite spot. Plus, it was right down the street from our shared home. Terry would come here almost every Monday and Friday morning to pick up my current favorite drink order. He called it a treat to start the week and a reward for finishing.

This is also the place where we had our first conversation about marriage. I can almost remember Terry's face when I told him I never thought about being married— until I met him. I didn't believe anyone could love me, especially a man of Terry's caliber. I felt like damaged goods that would never be good enough for him or anyone else. So, I never planned for that milestone. Terry's presence in my life felt like a reassuring message from God that I was loved and deserved it— properly.

Oh, God! Not me already crying, and he hasn't even made it. I quickly used one of the napkins to dab my eyes. Taking deep breaths and relaxing my shoulders, I tried my hardest not to get lost in my thoughts. I knew that once I let myself be sucked into that abysmal cycle I would be trapped there before even a word was spoken between us.

I leaned back into the booth, watching the door. Terry wasn't late; I was just extremely early. I needed to prepare myself as much as possible before seeing him.

10 minutes later

ding ding

“Good morning! Welcome to the Coffee Cabin,” yelled the woman from behind the counter. “Hey, good morning,” said a familiar voice. I knew exactly who this was yet my heart refused to settle down. I didn't know how my mind and body would react to seeing him face-to-face for the first time in months. My hands were sweating profusely. How the fuck was I going to make it through this?

“Pumpkin?” Terry said, sitting across from me. “Uh,… Hi,” I said struggling to breathe. “Hey, mama. Look at me. Fallon!” Terry said, leaning over the table and lifting my chin. I looked up to see Terry glaring back at me. Those striking green eyes expressed his concern. His eyes spoke before his mouth could. There was no need to voice his worry.

“Terry, please,” I said, holding his hand. “Don't do that. Just tell me what's wrong,” he said pulling my hand to his lips. “This! What the hell are we doing right now? It's like we aren't even married. I don't…” I rambled. “Pumpkin,” Terry said, trying to stop me. “We aren't living…” I continued. “Pumpkin,” Terry said, gripping my hand. “I don't know what to do with myself half the time. It's…,” I said. “Pumpkin, enough! Stop!” he cried out. I could sense his frustration with my rambling. I hadn't stopped talking since he sat down. “Terry, I'm just trying…,” I said trying to continue. “No. Stop it! This isn't how this was supposed to go. Let…me…talk,” he grunted.

I pulled my hand away and placed it back into my lap. I dropped my head in embarrassment. I hadn't even made it one minute before making a fool of myself. “Listen, I love you. I know you are feeling anxious right now. We both have a lot to say, and that's okay. But before we can continue, I need you to relax, love. Okay?” he said, caressing my cheek. I shook my head, looking back up at him. “I'm sorry. This is hard,” I said. “I know, mama. I know,” he said, wiping away a single fallen tear.

“C’mere,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from my seat. “Terry, I…!” I said, trying to pull away from him. “Nah, come to me, Pumpkin,” he said while wrapping his arms around me. It was as if life itself had started again. Terry's embrace broke me in the gentlest way possible. His body swallowed mine, providing me with the comfort I had been craving for months. I missed this man and everything about him.

“I'm sorry. I…,” I said, sniffling into Terry's chest. “Shhh, stop apologizing. I don't need you to apologize. I need you to let me— let me love you, let me take care of you, let me come home,” he said, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I had never felt so much relief in my life. A single kiss had just washed away all the pain and guilt I had carried for these last four months.

“I don't know what to say. I had all these… these… speeches planned in my head. Just for me to remember nothing,” I said leaning further into Terry. “That's fine. Let me talk, you just listen. Turn your brain off for a minute and relax. Aight?” he said, releasing me from his hold. His hands held onto the sides of my face. He was awaiting an answer, but words were escaping me. Too many thoughts were fighting to claim power over my tongue.

“Turn it off, lil’ mama. Okay? Sit back down for me,” he said, gesturing towards my seat. His hand waved back towards the booth as I slid back in. Terry sat back down in front of me. He reached for my hands and pulled them towards him. It's insane how something as simple as Terry holding my hands made me feel lighter and calmer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “There you go. Thank you, Pumpkin,” he said while stroking the back of my hands.

“Listen to me, okay? I should have never pressed you so hard about what was going on. Your boundaries were clear. I can see that now and wish I could have seen that then. These last four months have been absolute hell in the most silent way possible. I let my perspective overshadow yours when this was your experience— your reality, not mine. I won't sit here and lie to you like I'll ever understand how you feel. I won't. However, as your husband, it was my job to console you…. and… and care for you. I failed you at that moment. I don't deserve your immediate forgiveness, and I will do whatever you ask to receive it. I… uh… I left you to deal with all those emotions alone when it was my fault that you had to relive it in the first place. I was forcing you to see things my way because I thought I knew what was best for you based on my… my experience. You didn't deserve that. You deserved so much more than I gave you at that moment, and for that, I'm sorry. Sorry for how I handled the situation entirely. From this day forward, I promise to be a better man to you— a better husband. You deserve the world, mama. I love you more than life itself. Please, forgive me. Please,” he pleaded.

By this point, I was sobbing. I didn't need to say a word. I jumped up from my seat and ran around to Terry's side. There was nothing I wanted more than him— all of him. I sat in his lap and held his face in my hands. “Of course, I forgive you. I love you, too. I don't know what to say. Fuck… just… just kiss me already, papa,” I said, looking into Terry's eyes. They were the softest they had been in a while.

Terry’s urge was just as strong as mine as he pulled me in to kiss him on the lips. But, I needed more; so I used my tongue to part his lips. Terry's mouth opened, and I could feel his energy shift. The desire in him ignited like a flame. The yearning was mutually shared. His hands roamed wildly as teeth met tongue. Neither one of us cared that we were in public. Sharing breath and body, we became one again. With passion burning in our bellies, Terry pulled away first. I looked at him to be met with a pained gaze filled with a desperate hunger for something else.

“Pumpkin, I think we should leave. Um… the thoughts that are… uhh, shit… Woman the things I want to do to you have no business being viewed by the public eye,” he said, catching his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly with every word. “Yeah?” I asked, stroking his ear and swallowing hard. My breathing was equally just as harsh.

Terry's gaze lingered over my body. “Yeah, we need to leave. Now!” he said, guiding me with his hands on my hips. “Did you drive or walk?” he asked, making me face him. “Walked,” I answered softly. “Okay. I drove. Unfortunately for you, you gettin��� in a car with me, and I can't promise to keep my hands to myself. Honestly, we probably not makin’ it home,” he said while leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Oh, fuck… Don't say stuff like that,” I said, clenching my thighs together. “You wanted honesty, mama. Hell, we should put that extended cab to good use for once,” Terry said, his lip curling up into the most sinful smirk. “You're nasty,” I said, hitting him in the chest. “Yea, and? You love it!” he said, pulling me into another kiss.

Part 2 => 🗣

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[flowerfreya]

The Office AU

Pairing: poly!141 x reader

Part 18

New guy at work is ruining everything for the guys.

You let out an involuntary giggle, “that was a good one”.

The new guy looks away, embarrassed but showing a small smile, “it wasn’t meant to be funny”.

“Oh”, now you feel bad. Your humor is a bit dark but you didn’t think it was that dark.

He gives a small shrug, “it’s fine, I like to make you smile”.

Oh.

The new guy started two weeks as some kind of consultant. You’ve noticed that he’s shy and doesn’t talk unless he’s talked too.

It’s adorable.

This is a problem that you always face when being nice and friendly to men. They can never take anything platonically. Just because you are nice they think you want to fuck. Which is mostly never the case. You just wanted a friend.

You let out a little hum and try to figure out the escape route without making things weird.

But no need as Johnny walks in , but he doesn’t give you refuge seeing as he just heads straight to the fridge. Not paying attention to either of you.

“Well I’m goi-”

“Do you want to grab a coffee, sometimes after work” , the new guy is looking at the ground when he ask you the question.

You hate this. You hate this. You hate this.

“oh , ummm”, of course your brain is blanking on what to say in this instance. Then you hear the slam of the fridge closing. You jerk your head up.

Johnny is staring a hole into the new guys face, “don’t think that's appropriate for work, yeah”, he basically growls out the question to him.

It has him looking over and stuttering out, “it’s not like that”

Johnny tilts his head to the side, “It’s not? Seems like you asked out your coworker at work”.

You mean , he’s not wrong and it’s the worst because you were going to say no regardless and it’s going to make things so awkward at work because you have to say no.

The new guy has the decency to look ashamed.

You want out of here so bad , you can feel your hands start to get clammy, your armpit start to sweat, and your head starts to itch.

“I don’t date people from work” , you throw out.

That’s not true, you think everyone knows that but the new guy considering you were just kissing Simon not even a month ago. But you're just a glorified secretary. You don’t know how much power a consultant has but it's for damn sure more than yours.

“Well I’m going to head back”, you throw out a hopefully nice smile and head back to your desk.

Seeing a teams message from Simon

>> did you get lost in the break room?

Geez, how long were you in there. Time really gets away from you when get put in a shitty situation.

Before you have time to respond back , Johnny storms out of the break room with Gaz in toe, does the head nod to Simon, which has him on his feet within seconds.

“We gotta talk to Price”.

You take a quick glance at the calendar. There not meeting scheduled so it must been an emergency. You gather your laptop and start to stand but get stopped , “No need , lass”.

You freeze mid reach, “You don’t need me?”

“Not for this”

~

“Need to get rid of the consultant”.

Price sighs, “ You can’t get rid of someone just because”.

“I have cause, it’s cause I don’t like him” , Johnny says.

Price looks up , and sees all three of his boys staring at him, “what’s going on”.

“He asked her out” , that has him sitting up straighter , jaw clenching.

Simon is staring at Johnny like he just spoke another language and Gaz is staring into space but Price knows he is trying to figure out from an HR standpoint to get rid of him.

“Well, what did she say”, he’s scared that she said yes. They haven’t been exactly forthcoming about how much they like her, and now he wishes he could go back and change some things.

Simon is grasping the chair like it did something to him.

“Said something about not dating coworkers”

Simon lets out a “bullshit”. And Gaz flops into the chair in front of Price’s desk.

“We don’t have any rules on frat”, Gaz says.

Price already knew that but it’s nice to get in confirmed, he turns his attention to Gaz, “how hard will it be to get rid of him?”

Price will do just about anything to make sure that he doesn’t come back. Nothing good could come from this.

“It’s going to be tricky”

[eevees-hobbies]

i can NOOOOT get *your* suo out of my head like, i gotta ask a question abt him,, ok so we know he likes to share his yummy gfs pussy but does this include without permission 👀 like say she comes home and surprises him with her pussy already creampied by someone else (and making him guess who by the taste ughhhh), would he be more upset or turned on? Im just wondering where they draw the line bc we know suo has all the power 😍. Or like how did he even bring up sharing her first, what a conversation to be had lol!

I sent a rq under this name but im 🍒 anon btw!!

Hi, 🍒 Anon! I love your mind and that you can’t stop thinking about Suo because that’s precisely how he’d like you–as obsessed with him as he is with you! And, yes, I’ve seen your other ask! I’m hoarding it until I can give it the attention it deserves! I may have written a scenario below to answer your question. I am so sorry!! I am sometimes not good at being brief, but I always get super into anything involving Suo because deep down, this man has me in a-.

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo. Togame remains the villain in my fics (sorry, sweet boy!). Cheating by anyone else standards but consented infidelity by Reader and Suo’s (they match each other’s freak), cuckolding for Endo and Sugi, one instance of a smack to the thigh, dirty talk, degradation, dacryphilia, Suo knows you better than yourself, be prepared to hear Suo's inner thoughts because he is stressed, obsessive/worshipping kind of love, pussy inspection with fingers, cum eating, mentions of threesomes. Tis smut! Minors Do Not Interact. 

Word Count: 2K

Story banner by me. Divider by Saradkia

Now, let's get into it, myes? You have some great questions about Suo and his girlfriend, who are an interesting couple. I think that some Wind Breaker men are built so differently that eating another man’s cum out of their girlfriend’s pussy would seem appealing or something that they would consider.

Endo, for example, is spreading you open and wide to lap Takiishi’s cum out of your sloppy, abused cunt without a second thought. In fact, he thinks you’re at your most delicious when Takiishi has already had his fun with you, and he eagerly takes his seat between your thighs to taste his favorite person and his girlfriend.

Sugishita isn’t necessarily into sharing, but he wouldn’t fault you if you were enamored by Umemiya—because, duh, why wouldn’t you be? It doesn’t strike him as odd that you let Umemiya hit it raw, and of course, Sugishita would be more than willing to help clean you up with his tongue.

But Suo? Yeah, sharing you doesn’t bother him in the slightest—your pleasure is his pleasure after all, but he’d much prefer to take a supporting or leading role in your sexual liaisons with his friends. That’s why I have always written them as engaging in the pleasures of the flesh together because Suo needs to be with you as you experience every ounce of pleasure–you two, after all, are simply one-half of the same beating heart.

The idea of you getting fucked by anyone and him not being present to watch does not sit right with his soul. 

He needs to be there to provide instructions to your lover because he knows your pleasure better than anyone else–including you–ever could. He needs to be there to deliver quick quips aimed at you so he can see how your flustered eyes dart away from him. He needs to be there to offer whispered words of praise and gentle touches to build you up as he guides your hips in a rocking motion while you ride your temporary lover's cock like the goddess you are. 

He wants to see the way your eyes roll back into the back of your skull when the tip of Umemiya’s cock pushes past the entrance of your tight cunt with a pop, his length bottoming out in you immediately.

“Aw, come on, sweet girl, don’t get that fucked out expression just yet; we’ve only just started.”

Suo wants to see the way you blush when Nirei moans desperately into the sweat-slicked skin of your back as he takes you from behind.

“Isn’t that cute, pretty girl? Nirei really can’t help thanking you for getting to try out your sweet cunt. I bet it’s the best he has ever had.”

And Suo wants to watch you swallow and lick up every single drop of Sakura’s cum no matter where it lands: on the bed sheets, on the floor, or even on Suo’s cock. Wow! How did it land there?

“Looks like you better get on your knees, dove, and clean up the mess you both made.”

To imagine himself absent, not being the one to finish you off, and not being the last one to leave his mark inside of you makes him feel like he just might lose his grip on reality.

Because you need him, don’t you? Your temporary lover can only do so much for you, but the one who makes you scream until your throat burns and your voice cracks isn’t Nirei, Umemiya, or Sakura. No, the one who makes you quiver and shake while he holds you in his arms as he strokes your hair after a particularly intense session is Suo. 

Truly, it’s how you bond, so how could you do it without him? It’s like if you were binge-watching your favorite TV show with your partner, and then you come back the next day and they had continued to watch without you! That shit fucking hurts! It’s a betrayal to Suo–just not for the same reasons as it would be to those of us who are more “traditional” in our way of thinking.

So if he comes home to find you with a mischievous glint in your eyes as you tell him you have a surprise for him, he’ll be delightfully curious—were you thinking of him enough to plan a surprise? You shouldn’t have, but of course, he’s glad that you did! 

At first, he’d smirk, approaching you while already unbuttoning his pants. As you spread your legs, his eyes would travel down to the thick, white seed that would be oozing out of you, and despite his usual stoic demeanor, you’d notice the unmistakable but slight clench of his jaw. 

Suo knows what reaction you’re trying to get out of him, and he’s more than willing to give it to you. You want him to lose control, to let his well-placed and perfectly maintained mask slip.

All because you’re a brat.

All because you want to be fucked within an inch of your life.

All because you seek discipline and a firm hand to remind you who is genuinely in charge.

Well, sorry, but this simply isn’t the type of behavior that Suo plans on rewarding. And tonight, your self-imposed limits on your body's ability to receive pleasure—and for how long—are not his problem or concern. Tonight, he plans on pushing you past what you think you can handle. Do you think you’ve seen the brink before? Tonight, the brink is the starting point. 

“I’m not hurt, just disappointed,” he’d start as his fingers would wrap around your ankles, his grip tight as he’d pull your entire body down the length of the bed and toward him.

“C-cliches, Hayato? You’re so much better than that-OW!” A sudden swat to your thigh gives you pause as you lift your ass a few inches off the bed in response to the sting, but that damn grip of his keeps you anchored.

“The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth unprompted is an apology. Now, who was it?” 

As you divide your plush lips to speak up–probably to say something that’s not in your best interest–you hesitate at the sight of Suo narrowing his eyes at you. Nothing but dangerous intent swirls behind ruby-toned irises, sending a shiver down your spine. But you know Suo, and he’s dangerous to everyone but you. To him, causing you pain would be akin to causing himself pain and he isn’t in the business of torturing the other half of his soul.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t plan on putting you in your place. Suddenly he’s hovering over you, his tassel earrings dangling in your face and tickling the gentle curve of your cheeks.

“W-who? Well…” you stammer, your eyes avoiding his sharp gaze.

While you’re wrestling with how honest you should be, he’s pushing two fingers deep inside of you, twisting his fingers to churn the cum in a way that feels violating. The sound of his fingers swirling the cum makes you blush because, between your heavy breathing, it’s the loudest sound in the room. 

“I knew she was greedy, but I had no idea you lacked self-control.” He pauses as the pace of his fingers pushing in and out of you quickens, and the squelches get more obscene. 

“Let’s see if I can figure it out. I know exactly how she feels after being ruined by each of our friends.” 

He’s not bluffing.

“Look how loud she is for me already. Was she this loud for…” he pauses as he goes down a mental list of who could have done this to you–and the duration of his pause makes your eyes narrow, and the tip of your ears heat up because now he’s being petty.

“Sakura?”

The way you snort lets him know he’s off base. Part of him is relieved it isn’t Sakura; his crush on you is borderline pitiful, and he wouldn’t want his friend to get the wrong idea. But if not Sakura, then who? Who would be brave–or stupid–enough to bypass him to get to you? 

As he twists his fingers inside of you, pulling a groan from your lips, his eyes linger on the way your nose scrunches up in pleasure and slight embarrassment. He leans in closer. “Tell me. Now.”

“I-it was Togame!”

Suo pulls back and looks at you like you just spat at him, making your heart speed up. His reaction is so visceral that you hold your breath in response. 

“Shishitoren trash?”

You wince; surely that beef was squashed long ago, you think. In some ways, it was, but there’s a bit of tension between Suo and Togame when it comes to you. 

Suo notices how Togame’s eyes sweep over you–as though he’s devouring you in his mind. Suo doesn’t mind the looking too much, but it’s the way Togame eye fucks you mercilessly and the way he somehow always manages to find excuses to touch and brush against you. 

He’s not threatened by his presence exactly, but the audacity of Togame pisses him off because not once has he asked for permission, not once has he approached him in the way that a gentleman would inquire about tasting what Suo considers his, not once-

Suo is snapped out of his spiraling as he notices your breathing has grown more rapid and your eyes glazed over long ago. Because, fuck, of course, he was still finger fucking you during his descent into madness. As you approach that oh-so-familiar edge, your toes curling in the way that tells him you’re close, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and anything but sated.

Your eyes snap open, their ferocity almost enough to make Suo forgive you right then and there and make you chant his name as he gives himself over to you–but lessons must be taught.

He holds the fingers up to your lips, the scent of Togame and yourself wafting into your nostrils and serving as a reminder of the intimacy you shared with him. Your bottom lip quivers ever so slightly and Suo drags his cum slicked fingers against your bottom lip, the sheen it leaves making you look so delicate, beautiful, and worthy of worship. His eyes flick down to your pout, lingering with an insatiable hunger that makes your core flutter. 

You can see his adams apple bob as he tries desperately to hold onto the thin thread of restraint threatening to snap. He can’t help but wonder if Togame got to see this side of you as he pushes his digits into your hungry mouth. You groan at the mixture of salty and sweet cum that coats your tongue and you can’t help but hollow your cheeks as you suck Suo’s fingers clean, your eyes never leaving his.

God and the way you twist your face in pleasure makes him want to lean in and taste your lips, allowing his tongue the privilege of experiencing what you taste like with another man’s essence on your tongue. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and it’s a toxic mixture of possessiveness, fixation, and lust that makes him ache and throb for you.

He should have been there to watch you take Togame’s cock. He should have been there to revel in the way your hot, fat tears flowed down your face as he encouraged Togame to stick a thumb in your other hole. He should have been there to stifle your loud moans and gasps with his cock as Togame gave your greedy pussy deep, deep strokes. “Didn’t know you liked the dirty, skeevy appeal that Shishitoren offers. How did he fuck you? Tell me every single detail; I have all fucking night.”

And Suo does have all fucking night, and suddenly, so do you.

“You like being stretched out by Shishtoren cock? Maybe I should drop you off at the Ori and let the “Devotees of Power” have their way with you. How about Choji, hm? He’s a bit of a biter, you know, and I know how sensitive you are, darling; I don’t think you’d last very long” He grips your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

“I want to see every place where he touched you. I want to see where he touched what’s mine, so I can make you forget all about Jo Togame.” 

His eyes trail down, amused and pleased that you’re already obeying. Your fingers slip between your thighs as you watch his hungry gaze take in the way you spread your folds, and you know you have him exactly where you want him.

Anyway, 🍒 anon, this might be how it would go, but I wouldn’t make a habit of it because Suo has his limits, and I can’t promise he’ll be merciful next time. 

@pixelcafe-network @hayatoseyepatch @interstellar-inn

[what-gs-watching]

“You’re getting the fuck of a lifetime, tonight.”

OKAY friends. As we all well know by now, I am, and have been, utterly devoted to David Tennant in all forms for a long time. The man is incredible. He’s everything. He can do no wrong. 

So I was obviously out of my mind excited about Rivals. Have I read the book? No. Should I probably have joined the GOAD subreddit book club to understand what I was getting into? Yeah, absolutely. But I did not.

Y’all. Does anyone else feel personally victimized by this show? Show of hands? No? Am I just a sensitive bitch right now? Fair.

I should have expected that David Tennant’s character was a true creep because I know he likes to mix it up, that’s on me, but I did not expect to feel so many WAYS about things. Wasn’t this supposed to be like a fun, sexy romp set in the 80’s wherein I could just shake my head at British people being british?

I really came into this show knowing basically nothing. I definitely need to stop doing that.

AKA, wherein a bunch of pompous Brits living in the Cotswolds fuck each other’s wives or husbands or neighbors or WHOEVER and fight over who should control the local television rights - David Tennant’s insanely charismatic and crazy manipulative Lord Tony Baddingham, or intrepid Irish interviewer Declan O’Hara and unlikely ally MP and former olympian Rupert Campbell-Black.

LISTEN, TV, don’t make comments on the difficulties of marriage and love and other things, directly into my face. I don’t like it. It makes me squirmy, and I hate you. 

In the beginning, I really did not like Rupert and was yelling about him being a fucking creep, and I was letting Lord B off the hook for some of his weirder behavior but wooooof, what a journey those eight episodes take you on. I do appreciate character growth, or also, I guess, character…descent? Because Tony absolutely fucking unravels. 

Something about absolute power corrupting absolutely?

Also, there are a ton of characters in this thing. And I’m obviously gonna fixate on Lord B but I have to be honest, Lizzie, neighbor to the O’Hara’s and wife of one of the tv personalities at Tony’s station, is my favorite part of this entire tapestry. She writes saucy novels and she’s underappreciated in her little life and she raises her kids and has an adorable best friend relationship with Rupert (which definitely helped me soften to him) and I connected with her way more than I should have.

She tries so hard to get her husband to pay her attention. She really wants to feel like he cares about her, that he thinks she’s worthy, and he never gives it to her. BUT then she meets Freddie, awkward tech magnate, and y’all. Their adorable, bumbling interactions are everything. He runs after a train when she leaves the chapters of her new book the train! He appreciates the hell out of her, and she does the same for him, because his wife is equally neglectful. 

I don’t think I’ve ever rooted so hard for someone to have an affair in my life. She deserved to get absolutely everything she wanted. We all do. And I don’t appreciate being EXPOSED like that. 

Anyway. We obviously can’t get into every single random storyline here, so we’re gonna hit the highlights, lightning round style.

I do really like Declan, and his relationship with his wife was interesting - she’s an actress so she’s always going to be dramatic but he seemed like he knew how to handle her, and I appreciated the passion they had together. I don’t love how they ended up, you can see he really does love her, but she doesn’t want to compete against his work for his affections. I get it. But like girl, you gotta give a little? But also, that shit is hard. Their relationship seemed like one of the realest, for sure. 

What I could not bring myself to be okay with, was Taggie’s (Declan’s 20 year old daughter) feelings for Rupert. I’m sorry y’all, no. Like, sure, Rupert becomes more of a person throughout the show and I appreciate that and I get that he maybe hasn’t ever really loved anyone but I’m not gonna sign up for the love story between the two of them. And usually I’ll sign up for anything. But I just can’t, I’m not sure why. It just still feels predatory to me. 

Will I eat those words if they make a season two? I suppose we shall see.

And now, Lord B. Tony-fucking-Baddingham. Foolishly at the start I was like, maybe he does care about his very typical, dowdy english wife. She looks very salt of the earth and sure it’s surprising she’s not young and hot but man, they seem to work well together, they get each other. What’s gonna go down here? 

And then just kidding, he’s fucking Cameron Cook, the American female producer he hired to create amazing television for Corinium. Because of course he is. He does seem to think she really is brilliant, but he wants to control that and own it and he somehow convinces himself he loves her? But the man is a sociopath. And I spent like, the final three episodes yelling “GIRL, he’s gonna try to murder you, like for real tho…”

But then he does shit like dancing with her at a restaurant while crooning along to a stripped down version of “Love is a Battlefield” and I’m like, maybe he contains multitudes? But he doesn’t! There’s no fucking hesitation in any of the terrible shit he gets up to. That sweetness is purposeful. It’s gross and it’s mesmerizing. 

Bless Georgia Tennant for convincing him to take this role. I hate it, and it’s wonderful.

Also, big fucking props to the way his proper wife lays down the law in the last episode. (Side rant: early on I was like ‘does he ever fuck his wife?’ and he does, and it’s so awkward, bless her. I get it babe, I really do). But she met her fucking limit and she didn’t shy away from it. We need more women standing up for themselves. Cameron does to a degree, but Monica is the true MVP in this mess. 

I think the worst part about this show is that it ends abruptly, honestly. You don’t get a lot of closure, everything is still up in the air and there’s a serious fucking cliffhanger and now I’m just mad and weirdly turned on and again, feeling a lot of ways about things. It’s very “thanks, I hate it.” 

Let’s be real, I showed up to this thing so I could ogle David Tennant in a new way. And I definitely got that - those fucking cigars! And the suits! That gorgeous, predatory smile! But I also got a lot more. I’m infuriated and confused and I need season two immediately. 

After all, Lord B did promise that he’d continue to make television we want. And even if he’s a horrible, terrible bastard, I’m gonna believe that.

Bonkbuster indeed.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

dancing with our hands tied

george weasley x gryffindor! reader (ft theodore nott)

"honestly, the yule ball is so stupid." your complaints could be heard from the opposite side of the hall as you sat, a piece of toast in your hand, in between your two best friends fred and george weasley.

you had met them in your first year, on the train to hogwarts. ever since that day the three of you were inseparable. fred weasley was the louder, more cheekier twin. he had caught your attention first, mainly from his loud nature. you would consider him one of, if not your closest friend. then there was george weasley. the quieter, yet still charming twin. he was kinder. but he was different from fred. you had fallen for him in your second year. no one knew, except angelina johnson, but you had sworn her to secrecy and she wasn't the kind of girl to gossip.

"you're only saying that 'cos you don't have a date." fred smirks at you.

"neither do you." you respond, raising an eyebrow. george chuckles at this, which makes you feel quite proud of yourself.

"yeah well watch this." you watch as fred chucks a piece of paper at angelina. she turns to look over, confused. she gives you a questioning look and you shrug.

"will you go to the dance with me?" fred mouths, and gestures a dance.

you and george snort. surprisingly, angelina nods and turns back to her friends.

"and that my friends.. is how it's done." fred turns back to the two of you.

"unbelievable." george mutters, chuckling.

"yeah yeah, well done. anyway my point still stands." you sigh, playfully.

"well maybe if we find you a hot date, you might change your mind." fred winks at george. he knew of his brothers feelings for you, and boy was he taking advantage of it.

"yeah.. i'll pass." you say, avoiding eye contact with george.

george looks dejected.

"leave her alone fred, if she don't wanna go, she don't wanna go." george tries to mask his disappointment.

"yeah fred." you giggle.

"fine. but don't blame me when you die alone." fred playfully rolls his eyes.

that was the last the topic of the yule ball was brought up that day, the conversation quickly changing to the new pranks the twins had come up with and quidditch, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was up. george was acting... weird. i mean.. you weren't entirely opposed to the ball, if he asked you to it, you'd gladly say yes. maybe you'd have to make the first move?

for next few days, you had spent your time trying to work up the courage to ask george to the yule ball. i mean.. even if he said no, you could try and play it off as if you wanted to go as friends. it was fine.

"guess who has a date for the yule ball." george's voice broke you from your thoughts, as the two of you sat together in the library where you were supposed to be studying for your upcoming potions exams.

your heart stopped. a small part inside of you hoped he wasn't going to say him but of course, who else would it be?

"who?!" you say in fake enthusiam.

"me!" he announces, waiting for you to respond. a small part of him was hoping that you'd object and want to go with him yourself. unfortunately, he knew that wasn't in your nature.

as for you, you were struck. i mean, you knew it was your own fault. you were very vocally anti-yule ball. that didn't stop you from feeling heartbroken, though. but you knew you had to power through it.

"who's the unlucky girl?" you chuckle, feebly.

"katie bell." he responds, almost sounding.. apologetic?

"right. good for you." you mutter.

"yep." george responds, trying to search your face for any emotions. he saw none. maybe he needed to get over this.

you nod at him straight-faced.

"i uh- just remembered.. i gotta go meet fred. bye." george abruptly stands up, and leaves without another word.

"bye then." you respond, and sigh.

"well l/n that was the most painful thing i have ever witnessed and i'm friends with draco malfoy" theodore nott sat down in george's empty seat. he was your old herbology partner, and he was pretty nice.. for a slytherin.

"cheers nott. you should be thankful for my free entertainment." you smile weakly.

"you got it bad for weasley.. wow y/n i thought better of you." he teases.

"yeah yeah whatever, leave me alone." you frown, and turn back to your potions book.

"wait i didn't mean it like that.. look i have a proposition." theo responds, seeing your face.

you nod at him to go on.

"come to the yule ball with me to make him jealous."

"you what?!" you chuckle at the absurdity of what he had just said.

"hey! any girl would die to be you right now. it'll be fun! and i'm sure george won't be able to keep his eyes off us." he nudges you playfully.

you sigh. "fine." you fight off a smile, you couldn't deny the fact that theo was charming.

"i'll be at the gryffindor common room on the night. make sure you look hot." he smirks.

"will do." you smile.

maybe this was the distraction from george you needed.

you wandered back to the gryffindor common room with a smile on your face. the twins were quick to notice this.

"what are you smiling at?" fred says, as you take a seat beside the twins on the comfy armchairs.

"you all doubted me, guess who also has a hot date to the yule ball." you pretend to wipe dust off your shoulder.

george's heart dropped. he didn't like this one bit.

"yeah right, who?" george asks.

"nott." you smile.

"theodore nott??" george announces. "why.. that guys a dick."

"and a slytherin." fred adds.

"look he asked me. now we all have dates." you respond, trying to ignore the looks on their faces.

"yeah well.. i don't like him." george glares.

"well.. it's only for one night." you roll your eyes.

"but still... why would you go with him?!" he mutters.

"because he asked me?!" you respond. "i'm going to bed."

you stand up and leave to go to your dorm. what was his problem? you could go with whoever you wanted.

george sighs.

"mate, you need to tell her you like her eventually.. and maybe not act like an idiot about it." fred attempts to comfort him.

"that is not happening." george responds adamently.

the next few days you avoided george at all costs. after your last exchange, it felt like it was the right thing to do.

before you knew it, it was the night of the yule ball. angelina had put a charm on your makeup so it remained flawless and you wore the most beautiful dress you owned. you felt pretty.

as you walked down to the common room, george couldn't help but mutter a "wow". you were glowing.

"hope you're not checking out my date, weasley." theo teases.

"shut up nott." george growls, fred only laughed.

as you approach the boys, you felt george's eyes on you.

"hi." you mutter.

"l/n you look..."

"beautiful." george cut theo off, smiling at you, you felt your cheeks heat up and smile back.

"damn right, come on." theo offers his arm out for you and you take it.

"i'll.. see you guys there." you smile at the twins and make your way to the hall.

"i know this isn't a romantic date but.. you still wanna dance? kinda wanna have some fun too." theo asks when you arrive.

"gladly." you smile.

the two of you dance for most of the evening. you had a pretty good time but you can't help but look over at george who was laughing with katie.

"hey y/n.. now's your time." theo mutters cheekily to you, as you watch katie approach one of the beauxbuxton boys, who happily accepts her offer.

"thanks theo, you've been a great date." you smile, as theo winks back at you.

you make your way over to george, and take katie's empty seat.

"so you having a good time georgie?" you smile at him.

"it's been alright. better if i came here with someone else though." he chuckles.

"really?!" you reply.

"yes. look y/n, i'm sorry about the other day. i guess i was just.. jealous." george sighs.

you felt your heart pound. "jealous?"

"yeah.. i brought katie here to make you jealous. she was in on it of course, i just.. really like you y/n." george says, sighing.

"oh george, i brought theo here for the exact same reason" you exclaim.

"you did?!" he grins.

"yeah.. the truth is.. i really like you too. i've just been too nervous to say anything." you smile.

george grins back and takes a hold of your hand.

"so you wanna dance y/n?"

"happily."

[webslingingslasher]

I LOVE ETHAN SM like that’s the goat right there <3 I love the friendship he has with trouble 🥹

also when/if Ethan had a partner they’d for sure team up with reader so they can double attack Peter and Ethan with their combined wit 🤝 and the boys are just like…wtf did we do…

both of you giggling, half running into the game room. peter and ethan sat next to each other on the couch, a playstation controller in their hands.

you share a look with taylor, the girl next to you. both of you clasp your hands behind your back and bounce on tiptoes.

“hi boyfriend,” peters eyes leave the screen for less than a nanosecond to look at your face, already suspicious. “hi.”

“hi boyfriend,” taylor mimics, ethan pokes his tongue out the corner of his mouth, pressing buttons harder like it’d save him. “sup?”

“we were thinking…” you tease the words, neither boy shows a reaction. it’s time to double down, glancing at each other for the go ahead you approach peters side and start to mount his lap.

“no, no, no! don’t do this to me, trouble.” his heads bobbing around your body for a clear look at the screen, his character desperately trying to scramble to hide before he was shot.

ethan’s girlfriend hiking her leg over his lap at the same time.

“tayl- oh god damn it, your big ass head got me killed.” ethan drops his controller to his lap while he watches his killer dance on his body. taylor smiles and kisses at his cheeks, pushing her face away he talks to peter as he’s collecting kills.

“you gotta win this for us, don’t let the estrogen win. this is what they want, power through it, parker.”

you kiss at peters sweet spot, he leans ever so slightly into your mark but straightens up and focuses on the approaching storm.

“peter,” you whine out his name, tugging at the curls around his ears. “pay attention to me! we have to talk to you guys.”

ethan celebrates when peters down to three other players, taylor frowns at the lack of attention, she brings it to a whole new level.

“i guess they don’t care about the pregnancy pact, oh well.” taylor starts to scramble off, ethan wacks peter a good one, before hunkering her to his lap.

peter smirks, building a quick wall to hide behind before looking at his friend. “don’t let the estrogen win.”

last effort, like an annoying toddler. you both rapid fire their names.

“ethan, ethan, ethan, ethan, eth-“

“peter, peter, peter, peter, pe-“

peter drops his controller, his hands squeezing tight around your waist and pulling you into him. “you’re being a real menace today, trouble.”

ethan silences his girlfriend with a hand over her mouth, “my brain is melting and i’ll kill you.” taylor tugs at his wrist, ethan rips it away with a gag, “you licked me!”

“this is your fault, parker. you see what your girlfriend has turned mine into? she’s made her into trouble 2.0, it’s despicable.”

taylor stopped him with a kiss, “this is why you always win, it’s so unfai-“ another kiss.

your turn, tapping on his shoulder he gives you his full attention. “what is it, my baby? you have my full attention.” you give him a peck.

“taylor and i have come to the agreement that you’ll take us to see the barbie movie and get dinner after.”

“i’m so glad you’ve decided for us.” sarcasm on peters end.

“is this a watch the movie movie or make out movie movie.” taylor tucked some hair under ethans hat.

“oh no, we’re watching it, lovie.”

“i’d rather eat glass, lovie.”

you frown and tsk, “i told you they don’t care about us. we can just go taylor, maybe we’ll find some boys that wouldn’t mind seeing the barbie movie with us.”

“ugh, you’re so right. ethan told me he loved me but i guess he was lying.”

“same with peter, he actually hates me. he loves making me unhappy.”

peter and ethan stare at each other while taylor and you bounce between a ‘who’s boyfriend hates them more’ contest.

in tandem, your thighs are slapped, taylor jumps slightly, you pout.

“alright. barbie movie. let’s go.”

it’s clear you’ve been showing taylor the ropes, because peter can hear you mumble out as you walked out behind them, “i told you the ‘you don’t care’ thing works every time.”

[annymation]

The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 11- Into The Eye Of A Storm

Chapter 10

The rain was falling down, and thunder could be heard humbling over Rosas.

Aster struggled to free himself from the king's chains that are coming from his staff, but to no avail.

The king just looked down on the star as he held him close to his face, so he began to speak casually:

"So, "Aster" was it? Hehehe I gotta say though, naming yourself just "Star" in Greek? Maybe not your... "Brightest" moment, hum? AH! HA HA HA" The king laughs at his own pun. He completely moved on from the bad mood he was in earlier "OH- I'm on a ROLL today!"

Aster ignores the bad joke as he keeps trying to use his magic to free himself. But their powers aren't responding to him, he's not able to shrink, nor glow brighter, nor unlock the chains, nothing. All he can do is fly and even that feels weaker.

"UGH- Why can't I-"

"Feel your power?" The king finishes their sentence "Dark magic: versatile, easy to use, but somehow oh sooo unappreciated. But I'm sure your magic isn't anything to sneeze at neither, right?" He grabs Aster's face with one hand and makes the star look at him "Care to share a little bit of it? Promise I'll give it back." He says with a very obviously faux gentle tone.

"Yeah right, if you take away my magic you're gonna KILL me!" Aster looks at him furiously.

"Oh you know that? Aw shucks, really thought I could trick ya... But then again" His grin widens "I think you'll come to find that you don't have a choice in the matter"

Asha is still on the top of the building, even though Aster begged her to run.

“LET GO OF HIM!”

Magnifico ignores her like she’s not even there. He’s floating about 2 meters away from where she’s standing.

He’s focused on analyzing the star closely while holding his face “Hmm and what a fascinating form you’ve chosen, it’s like you’re her little hero in cape and everything? How sweet.” He says in a mocking way while pinching his cheek “Though you surely look a lot more… Childlike than I expected, say, how old are you?”

Aster is still fighting but he doesn’t see why not answer the question “Eighteen.”

“18 what, boy? 18 hundred? 18 thousand? Be specific.” The king says nonchalantly.

Aster kinda stops struggling for a second and just gives the king a confused glance “… Well, if you want specifics, I’m 17, but I’m turning 18 in like 2 weeks from now so-”

“Wa-wait you’re serious?” The king interrupts him, staring at him in disbelief. The star nods… Magnifico quickly turns his attention to the girl below them and yells at her in frustration “ASHA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? MILLIONS OF STARS IN THE SKY AND YOU WISHED UPON A WEAK LITTLE RUNT?! THIS THING IS A BABY” He says while shaking Aster side to side by the chains on his wrists like a rag doll, making the star a bit dizzy.

(A reminder that this man can switch from threatening to comedic at any second and I love it. Like he’s complaining to her like she just got him the wrong pizza toppings.)

“IF THEY’RE NOT WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THEN LET THEM GO!” Asha exclaims at him, her face is filled with rage.

Magnifico calms down and looks back to the star in his hands like he’s pondering his next move “Hmmmmm… Nah.” He shrugs with a smile “Beggars can’t be choosers I suppose. Besides, this just means he’s too weak to fight back. Isn’t that right, little one?” The king asks with a wicked grin while looking deep into the star’s eyes.

That comment made Aster frown a little.

Even though it’s raining, a few people start gathering bellow where they are to see what’s going on.

Magnifico smiles widely at that. He speaks quietly so just Aster can hear:

“Ooooh looks like we have an audience. Do me a kindness and try to look as defeated and pathetic as you can, okay? I could really use the positive image right now.” Aster has a sad face “Perfect! you’re a natural.” He says like Aster and him are about to perform a scene together in a play.

Asha is looking side to side trying to think on what to do… She notices something on the floor.

The king walks on the air to get few feet down, so his people can better hear him.

(Now let me explain how exactly Magnifico’s flying works, he’s not floating around like Aster does, he’s much more “standing” while underneath his feet there’s a green light, like he just created the steps of a stair. If you watched Onward you know what I mean, it’s exactly like this)

(So I guess Onward reference, huh, who would’ve thought, a Pixar reference at last, took me long enough.)

“REJOICE MY PEOPLE!” the king exclaims ecstatic “Our little “Wish stealing star” issues have been resolved much earlier than expected!” That got a reaction from Aster, his face became furious once again “Like I said, you can always count on me t-“

Aster screamed on the king’s face “THE ONLY WISH STEALER HERE IS YOU! YOU LYING SNA- HMmH!” The king used his magic to keep the boy’s mouth shut.

“Oh-ho and it’s FEISTY TOO! Heheh- GOOD! I was worried this would be way too easy-“

🪕B L A M🎶

“OUCH! AAAH!”

The crowd gasps.

Something just hit the king’s head and made him lose focus on the flying spell. He falls on the floor.

… Asha just threw her Saba’s mandolin on Magnifico’s face, she’s standing on top of the building breathing deeply, relieved that it was a perfect shot.

Aster is free from the chains.

The star doesn’t skip a beat and flies to Asha immediately, holding her in his arms bridal style.

“Hold on tight!” Aster says.

The two fly off in the rain.

We cut to King Magnifico laying face first on the floor.

He didn’t fall from too high up but it was still quite painful.

The crowd is all around him, worried for their king.

Queen Amable rushes to where he is, with some guards pushing the people aside to let her pass.

“DARLING!! OH MY- ANYTHING HURT??” The queen asks genuinely worried, as she sits on her knees next to him.

“… Just my pride.” His voice is muffled, because his face is still laying on the floor. He begins to stand up as he asks “Ugh- quick, how’s my face?” He asks his wife while touching his own face to feel if there’s any injuries.

“As handsome as always, mi rey” The queen coos, caressing his cheek lovingly.

His eyes light up as his excitement returns to him at full force.

“THEN NO HARM DONE!” He exclaims, smiling like a mad man, he’s high on the adrenaline of the hunt.

He stands up quickly to go catch those teens.

“A little bump in the road, sure! But no need for panic everyone!” The king announces to the people around “Just remain in doors and stay calm, things may get a little... Messy hehehe" He chuckles, thinking of all the forbidden and deadly spells he'll finally have an excuse to use.

He uses his staff to run upwards on thin air, he just can't wait to kill those two teens but-

He feels something pulling his cape.

He looks down.

... Amaya is holding his cape, looking at him worriedly... As in, ACTUALLY worried.

He looks at her puzzled, but his eyes for the first time show a gleam of humanity as he looks down on the love of his life.

"... Just... Be careful." She says, glancing at the storm above them.

... Magnus gives her a comforting smile as he removes his cape, it'll be easier to fly without it weighting him down.

He hands the cape to her, whispering softly "I'll be back before you know it."

...

And up he goes.

Amaya is holding his cape tightly...

She has a bad feeling about this.

...

Okay, so now you guys might think Asha and Aster successfully skedaddled from the king's grasp because he took too long on the ground, right?

Well I'm sorry to say but you thought wrong. Here's what was happening with our heroes while this was taking place.

Aster is flying with Asha in his arms, they're going back to the forest, his cape leaves a trail of light.

He sounds quite traumatized as he says:

"HOW DID THAT CREEP MANAGE TO DECEIVE A WHOLE KINGDOM FOR YEARS?? HE'S SCARIER THAN A VAMPIRE STAR!"

(Vampire stars: stars that sucks the outer layers of material from a companion star, stripping their "bitten" victim down to a mere stellar core.

This is a real thing, and now I'm adding to the lore of wishing stars that there are these evil vampire stars that suck away other wishing star's powers... We have fun here.)

"Welcome to Rosas," (🎶Come on, come this way- sorry) "Where everyone just sees what they want to see." Asha says with a saddened expression. She's looking down on her kingdom as they fly away.

She looks at the castle in the distance...

"Wait... Aster, we gotta go to the castle!" Asha tells him determined

The star stops flying abruptly.

"UUUH Why???" Aster asks her in shock, this is kinda deja vu to that other time she suggested they should run to the castle.

"You can un-curse wishes!" She exclaimed "You un-cursed my wish! We can save A LOT of people if we go in there and you use your magic on as many as you can!"

Now usually Aster would be more than happy to do just that... But he's still a bit shaken by the whole encounter with the king, he's afraid he might catch up to them.

"Asha... I'm not sure we-"

"We can do this, he flies way slower than you, if we hurry we can get there before him." She looks into Aster's eyes, she's full of hope that they can at least save some of her people.

Aster can see her light shining brighter.

"... Then we better hurry." He gives her a trusting smile.

He turns around, flying towards the castle as fast as possible.

As they're reaching the castle, there's indeed no sign of Magnifico.

They get near the window of the wishes room.

"See? Told you we could do it." Asha says with a smile

"Yeah... I guess I am a lot faster than him." He says while flying to get through the window "Now let's do this quick before- OUCH!" Aster hits something when he tries to get in...

There's a green forcefield that manifested on the open window when Aster tries getting through it.

"What th-" Aster tries to hit it to get his hand through but the magic seems to be as strong as concrete, he groans in frustration.

Asha’s smile immediately fell into a scowl.

“oooOOOH SERIOUSLY?!” Asha screams.

“Why, yes. I do take the safety of my people’s wishes very seriously.”

… Take a wild guess on who’s standing behind them with a smug grin…

As soon as Aster hears the king’s voice he JUMPS and flies to the roof of the tower.

He’s holding Asha tightly as he KICKS the roof with his two feet to push himself away from the castle, thus flying away even faster.

Magnifico simply smiles as he uses his staff to once again summons a green hand.

The hand moves quickly through the rain.

Aster is flying as fast as he can but-

The hand catches him.

Asha falls from his arms.

She screams as she falls down.

“NO!” Aster yells in desperation.

Magnifico is now right next to him, smiling maliciously.

“Ah the stars look so pretty when they fall, don’t they?”

Aster’s legs are still free, so he KICKS the staff from Magnifico’s hand, making the king lose focus on the spell.

Aster is freed and flies down almost at the speed of light

It’s a shame the moment was so quick, maybe Aster would’ve noticed Magnifico almost stopped floating when the staff left his hand for a second…

“… That was close…” Magnifico said under his breath

Aster catches Asha in his arms.

“YOU OKAY??” He asks terrified.

“NOPE” She says shaken to her core. Holding him tightly.

Aster weights their options in his head… If they go to to the forest the king is just gonna follow them, he won’t give up on getting his power…

His power.

That’s what the king wants, not Asha.

…

He’s gonna have to break Rule number 1 again.

“Asha, listen.” The Star calls her attention, sounding more serious than ever “We gonna have to split up again, but I PROMISE I’ll come back before you know it.”

Asha looks at him confused.

“What?”

His animation looks more sketchy, like it’s unfinished.

“I’ll send you to the forest, very deep into it, so he can’t find you, I’ll just keep him busy for a-“

“NO! You can’t fight him off! You gotta stay AWAY from him.” She’s holding him by the cape.

“I know, but it’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

He lets her go from his arms, making her float with his magic.

“ASTER WAIT!”

“I’ll know where to find you… I’m sorry.”

He stops flying away.

And makes his star dust cary her, flying away deep into the forest.

Asha is looking back at him in the verge of tears.

All Aster can do is sigh.

…

Alright.

Time to fight a sorcerer king.

That happens to be right behind him, again.

“You know there are wolves in those woods, right?” Magnifico asks sarcastically as he floats like he's laying down on thin air.

Aster turn around quickly and uses his star dust to make several swords.

He throws them at the king and-

*Poof*

They just disappear into glittery smoke when they touch him.

“PFFT AHAHAHAHAAH STOP IT- I didn’t sign up for a tickle fight! Hahah” Magnifico holds his sides as he laughs

Aster is stunned.

“W-what? How did y-“

The king casted another spell to capture Aster, but this time the star dodges it.

Aster flies upwards.

The king follows with a wicked smile.

Aster doesn't understand, why didn’t that work?... Maybe the king was just expecting it and shielded himself? Yeah. That’s gotta be it.

He tries again, this time trying to do what the king did to him before, creating chains made of star dust to tie him down.

When the chains reach Magnifico, he just dust them off his body with his hand like it’s nothing.

… Aster is pretty peeved to say the least. His animation seems more sketchy and rough.

“HOW IS THIS FAIR? Your dark magic thing makes my powers useless!” Aster exclaims while he flies away from the king.

“Ha! You think THIS is because of my magic?! Boy, come on, I know you’re young, but don’t tell me I actually know more about your kind than YOU do!”

Aster keeps flying away, but he looks back at the king as he asks “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Let me "enlighten you", little one.”

He charges up a lightning spell.

“Your magic is made out of… JOY!

⚡️

Aster manages to dodge the lightning.

“GOODNESS!”

⚡️

Aster barely managed to escape the second one

“AND LIGHT!”

⚡️

“AGH!”

Aster didn’t dodge this last one. Their chest has a hole in it now…

That didn’t feel like that time Valentino jumped through him, this actually hurts... A lot.

Magnifico takes the opportunity to capture him again, this time tying him up with a snake made out of green magic.

Aster doesn’t have time to react before he’s wrapped in the snake’s grip.

There's the sound of thunder near them.

Magnifico approaches him slowly, now that the boy is held still in one place.

“And those things- Well, they can’t really hurt anyone, now can they? Heh heh” Magnifico is now flying right next to the star “So... I’m afraid there's little you can do to defend yourself, or anyone else.” He makes a little pout as if to fake pity.

… Aster never knew his magic couldn’t hurt others… Then again, hurting others was never something that crossed his mind before he met this man.

“… If it’s only made of good things then… Why do you want it so bad?” Aster asks

Magnifico’s eyes light up with the question.

“Oooh because it just needs to be wielded by the RIGHT person, my boy. Yes, in you, this magic is very limited because your heart is pure… But in me and my beloved queen however… We’ll be able to do ANYTHING.” He leans in closer to look at the star straight in the eyes as he adds “And that includes hurting the petulant little brat that wished upon you~”

Aster feels a chill run down his whole body. He couldn’t let that happen.

He tried to struggle out of the snake's grip.

Magnifico is amused by the star's determination.

“Heh heh stubborn just like her, aren’t you?”

“YEAH! SHE IS STUBBORN, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! EVEN IF YOU DO STEAL MY POWER, YOU CAN’T STOP HER, SHES GONNA INSPIRE EVERYONE IN THAT KINGDOM TO RISE UP AGAINST YOU!” Aster exclaims with no doubt that Asha can do it, even without his help.

“Now what are you blabbering about insp- … Wait” Magnifico looks at nothing as he starts connecting the dots “Don’t tell me- That little performance you two were doing at the plaza…” a smile starts creeping in his face, and he starts trying to hold in a laugh “was -pffff- waS THAT AN ATTEMPT TO- HAHAH TO “INSPIRE” THOSE PEASANTS?!” The king has a maniacal smile.

… Aster doesn’t respond, he just avoids eye contact.

“*GASP* IT WAS! WASN’T IT?! OH- HAHAHAHAH” He lets out an evil laugh that echoes through the storm.

Aster tries not paying attention to what Magnifico says.

He tries looking at anything else, the rain, the lightning strikes in the distance, the king's staff...

Wait.

“OH- oh that’s hahha! That’s too good! OH and let me guess, that was YOUR idea, wasn’t it?!”

Aster already muted Magnifico's voice in his head, he looks closely to the staff... It seems to be made of...

Copper.

Aster hears another thunder.

The boy has a realization… This man is not smart.

Said man holds the star’s face, so he looks at him in the eyes.

“And here I was expecting that the girl got some WISE and MIGHTY guide from the sky! But NOPE! All she got was YOU, a naive little boy that doesn't know ANYTHING about how the world works!" The king has a deranged grin ear to ear as his grip on the boy's face tightens.

"Did you actually think that SINGING and DANCING would change ANYTHING?! Honestly, how much of a FOOL are you?!"

...

The star's face crescents into... A smile.

And the king hear's something that he REALLY didn't expect to hear from the boy.

"...pffft hihihi hi hi he- hehe heeh he heh ahah aahha aha ha HAHAH HAHAHAHA HAHAHA AHAAAHHAHAAHHAHHAHA"

The star boy is just laughing… It’s a youthful and free spirited laugh.

Magnifico's evil glee is replaced by bewilderment. He blinks a few times as the boy keeps laughing in his face.

... Did he just break this kid?... Already? After just knowing him for less than an hour?... Well, that sure is a new record for the king.

Magnifico looks frustrated as he asks "What's so funny?"

Aster calms down, and simply looks at the king with a playful smile as he explains

"Hehe oh nothing it's just that- heh heh yeah, I may be a fool but..." Aster's smile turns into cheeky smirk, and there's a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he says confidently:

"At least I'm not the IDIOT that brought a stick made of copper... Into the eye of a storm."

Magnifico's eyes widens.

And at the same time that realization hits him... Something else hits him too.

And all he has time to say is:

"Oh no-"

(hahahaAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH aaaah… I waited 11 chapters to write this by the way.)

The king’s staff is hit by a lightning bolt, sending shockwaves through his body.

A painful scream echos above the Kingdom of Rosas.

“MAGNUS!!!”

The queen exclaimed in horror.

... Just as she feared... He got carried away.

Needless to say, Aster’s body is freed from the king’s grasp. The boy watches as the man plummets along with the rain drops.

Aster isn’t smiling anymore, even he is shaken by what just happened, even though he saw it coming.

But he has no time to dwell on this now, he has a friend to find in the forest. So off he goes, leaving a trail of star dust behind him, like a shooting star.

…

But we’ll be focusing on Asha and Aster’s reencounter in the next chapter.

Now. Let’s focus our attention on what’s happening down in Rosas.

…

We see the bare foots of the queen running franticly through the dampened streets of her kingdom, she left her high heels behind her.

She's lifting her long skirt up so she can run faster.

Her hair is soaked and messy... Her crown falls on the ground.

She doesn't care, the crown doesn't matter, nothing matters. All that matters to her is finding him.

She’s desperate. An emotion never yet displayed by the relentless queen before.

The guards are trying to keep up with her, as well as other citizens.

She sees people gathered in a circle, the queen pushes through them violently to find what they’re all looking at.

“OUT OF MY WAY!” She yells, her voice is a high pitched screech full of anguish.

The people quickly let her through as they realize who she is.

Amaya finally gets through the people to find…

King Magnifico is laying face first on the floor. Just like before.

“MAGNUS!" The queen runs to his body and hugs it.

He must have used a protection spell, right? He just want to make the star look worse in the eyes of their people, right? Yes, that has to be it.

She tries to take some deep breaths while holding him.

"I-I'm here my love... You may rise now"

No response.

"... Mi vida?... This isn't funny... I know you used a spell to shield yourself... Didn't you?"

She's still not facing him, his face is still laying down on the floor.

A guard approaches from behind her

"... Your highness, we must take the king to the doctor at once-"

"NO- NO HE- he's alright, he-he's just being dramatic, like always ah haha right, my love?"

She starts turning his body so she can see his face.

"Co-come on Magnus, you wouldn't want to keep our people-" She sees his face, a few people in the crowd gasp "... Waiting"

There's a scar.

The king's left eye has a huge scar.

Amaya caresses his face.

...

She hesitates as she places a hand on his chest...

She can't feel a heart beat.

His cold heart stopped.

The king is dead.

...

Final Thoughts

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OOOOH I'M KIDDING HAHAHA- this isn't the end of the chapter yet :)

But it could be the ending though, right?

I mean, the villain died, Aster even gave a cheeky smile and a final line the likes of "And everything that comes with it" from Alladin.

In a Disney movie, you defeat the villain and the story can wrap up, right?

What more there is to it?

... Well, this rewrite is meant to feel like a proper Disney 100th anniversary movie, so this ain't your typical Disney movie.

And King Magnifico is supposed to the 100th anniversary Disney villain, so he ain't your typical Disney villain.

No... He has something that no other villain in the Disney pantheon had.

He has love.

And what is love?

Love is, and always will be, the most powerful thing on earth. That's what Disney taught us for 100 years.

So... What happens when the villains have love?

This is what I think happens:

...

Queen Amable’s eyes widen as it becomes undeniably clear… Magnus is dead.

... The rain now is dying down, becoming a drizzle...

She hears the sound of her people mourning for their king, crying and lamenting the tragedy.

...No...

She would not mourn. To mourn would be to accept that he's gone. And she knows him well enough to know that's not what he'd want. No.

She would never give up on him.

All this time she was worried about what these people would think of them, and now here they are, pathetically crying and moaning... They are weak...

She and her beloved don't need them. They never did. All they need is one another. It no longer mattered to her what they thought of her. It no longer mattered if they became afraid of her. It no longer mattered if they didn't love her anymore.

HIS love is all the love she needs.

And so, in this moment. She didn't care in the slightest about showing aaaaall these people... Why in the past they weren't kidding when they called her, well...

A witch.

Amaya suddenly get's up. Surprising the people around with how quickly she did so.

She RIPS the second layer of her long dress, revealing that inside there were many hidden pockets, each one with a small flask of colorful potions that she caries around for emergencies... Such as this.

The crowd gasps in surprise, they all stare at the queen in confusion.

She takes two of the flasks and begins mixing them, her face is cold and focused:

"Phoenix ashes mixed with two drops of scarab beetle juice" The queen says to herself under her breath.

She takes another flask from her skirt

"Newt saliva to heal the heart" She empties the flask and throws it on the ground, breaking it.

Another guard tries to talk to her:

"Uh- umm your majesty what are y-"

"Silence." She tells him, her tone is as sharp as a dagger.

She proceeds to name another ingredient.

"A tear of grief." She says as she takes one tear from her eye, and it really is one single tear.

She stops for a moment as if to remember the next ingredient... She remembers.

Her face turns to the confused citizens and shouts:

"I NEED A CHILD WITH LONG HAIR! NOW!" Her voice echoes, almost louder than the thunder from the storm.

The people are startled, their queen is usually so quiet and gentle, seeing her like this is like seeing a whole different person.

"QUICKLY! I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME BEFORE THE SOUL COMPLETELY LEAVES HIS CORPSE!" She yells at them furiously.

"He-here!" A woman emerges from the crowd holding her daughter, a little girl with long blonde hair and green eyes.

(Because you bet I'll fit in a Tangled reference in this serious and tense scene)

The queen walks quickly to the girl and plucks a strand of hair, which the girl responds with a little "Ow!"

Amaya measures the hair strand with her fingers

"... This will give him about 10 years... Good enough." She says to herself as she puts the hair inside the flask.

A puff of smoke comes out from the flask... The potion is ready.

... It won't be long now.

She walks to her beloved husband, holding the potion in her hands.

She sits next to him... She pets his hair as she looks at his lifeless but still gorgeous face, scar and all. She looks at him with a wistful smile and...

She drinks the potion.

The crowd looks in shock.

Amaya coughs a few times, by the looks of it the potion tasted terrible... But it would be worth it.

She looks back to her king and says in a whisper

"And now, the most important step... True love's kiss."

She kisses him.

The people in the crowd look hopeful, everyone has read in fairytales what a true love's kiss is.

... But Amaya's magic isn't the same as the magic of a fairy... Oh no no no. When it comes to dark magic, you can't simply gain something for free... All dark magic does is take. And it does take something away from Amaya... Something she values a lot.

As she kisses their king, the people start to notice something is happening to their queen...

Her hair get's whiter, with a prominent white hair streak growing from her roots and embracing her whole braided hair.

(Because you bet I'll ALSO reference Anna's hair, from Frozen!)

Not only that, but her hands and face become more wrinkled.

... The queen is aging rapidly.

The people look horrified, worried they might get their king back but lose their queen

(And let me tell ya folks, that would be a TERRIBLE thing to happen because then our boy King Mag would straight up kill everyone in Rosas and then himself... Again.)

But the queen suddenly stops the kiss, she lifts her head up taking deep breaths, exhausted after giving away 10 years of her life to her love...

She looks 60 years old now.

... The king is still motionless...

...

The crowd is staring in anticipation.

...

Magnifico's eye's are shot open.

"*GAAAAAASP* *COUGH* COUGH*"

He sit's up quickly as he coughs while gasping for air.

"Shhhhh there there darling, just take some deep breaths now" The queen coos gently, her previous cold hearted demeanor vanished in an instant, and she's once again the kind and loving queen they all know her to be.

The crowd cheers and applauds the queen for successfully bringing the king back to life.

And said king is... Very lost on what on earth just happened, as he places a hand on his head and his eyes are closed, he seems to be in a lot of pain.

"UGhhh... My head-"

"Does it hurt? I can make something to help with that... Healing your face however, may prove to be more of a challenge." The queen says while petting his back.

The king's eyes widen at the comment, he quickly turns to look at his wife for the first time since he came back to life

"What's that about my fa- *gasp*" He get's startled when he sees HER face.

His queen is changed... She's smiling at him, which show even more all her new wrinkles... The white hair streak is very noticeable on her crown-less messy and soaked wet hair.

Magnifico stares at her incredulous... He starts connecting the dots in his head, as he also remembers what happened to him...

"... Amaya... What did you do?" He says as he places a hand on her cheek gently. His eyes are full of worry.

The queen stops smiling... She instinctively tries covering her face with her hands.

Magnus immediately holds her hands, as he looks her deep in the eyes and reassures her "You are... And ALWAYS will be the fairest queen of all, and no curse in this world or any other can change that for me." He says with certainty.

... Even though it's raining, by the queen's expression it's clear that she teared up with that comment.

The king wraps his arms around her gently, like she could turn into dust at any moment.

"... I'm so sorry that I failed you... This never EVER should've happened... But I swear to you, my love" His voice goes cold "I will not fail you... Ever again."

... He would not let himself get carried away again...

That girl is going to pay.

And that star will be theirs.

King Magnifico realizes they're still being watched... They'll continue this tender moment later. Now, he better make the most of the situation, after all, him being literally MURDERED by the star boy certainly helps his side of the narrative.

The king tries to get up but his legs are still feeling a bit numb, his body is still getting used to the fact that it's up and running again. Two guards help him stand up. And they also hand him his magic staff that was laying next to him

Magnifico is now standing up with his wife holding him tightly.

He takes a deep breath to start one of those long and inspiring speeches of his:

"People of Rosas... It seems even I underestimated just how vicious the enemy we're facing really is... The fallen star thought he could kill the heart of this kingdom, but as you can all see, this HEART is still beating! And it shall remain like this for many years to come!" The king says proudly.

The people cheer in unison. Some saying "Long live the king".

... Probably not the best time for Amaya to tell him she could only give him more 10 years soooo he's not getting past 65.

"Rosas shall never fall! For we are the kingdom of HOPE! And NO force in this world can stop-"

"*COUGH COUGH* Aah"

The king's speech is cut short, as the queen starts coughing and her legs go weak.

"Woah woah Amaya?" Magnifico looks worried as he holds her closer to him, stopping her from falling.

The people gasp in surprise

The king holds her close to him and whispers "Heh heh no need for theatrics my love, th-they're already on our side" Magnifico says, hoping the queen is just being dramatic to gain even more sympathy from them.

"... It's not pretending" She whispers to him "I feel... Weak."

(If this was a movie, the whole internal dialogue that will happen now, as well as Amaya's internal dialogue that happened earlier, would be just their expressions changing from worried to serious in a few seconds, and just by their expressions and the music the audience would be able to tell that this is a "Oh, they snapped" moment)

...

Only in that moment Magnus really starts to process what just happened.

He... DIED.

Just like that... He could've left her... Alone... Forever.

And why did he die?... Because he wanted to impress these people. He wanted to make a big spectacle about capturing that star. They made him weaker.

Not only that, but their love and loyalty was flimsy. It took only ONE GIRL speaking in front of a crowd for some people to start questioning him... Clearly, he and his queen are doing this all wrong.

All this time, pretending and deceiving to gain the love of these people, so they'd trust him with their wishes... But the situation changed. Once he harness that star's power, they'll have no use for these people anymore, will they?

So why be loved... When they can be feared?

It's not like he needs their love anyway.

HER love is all the love he needs.

And so, in this moment. He didn't care in the slightest about showing aaaaall these people... Why he wasn't chosen to be the heir to the throne.

...

The king's face morphs from worried to stoic, as he caresses his wife's hair gently.

The people are looking at him, expecting him to continue the speech.

But instead, Magnifico addresses one specific guard that is standing next to some others

"Captain O'Danohue." The king's voice is emotionless, he's still looking down to his wife while talking to the soldier.

The captain steps forward.

"Yes sire." The captain is a tall and large man with a beard and ginger hair just like Simon's

"Where did that star and that girl go?" Magnifico is still not making eye contact with the man

"They were seen flying to the forest, your majesty."

"Good, good. Send all your men to search for them immediately."

"Right away, your majesty. Do not worry, we'll-"

"And if they're not found til tomorrow night your men will burn that whole forest down." The king added, still talking monotonously.

That gets a few surprised looks from the people around them

The captain of the royal guard is taken aback by this "... Pardon me sire but I think I misun-"

The king finally takes his eyes off his wife to look at the captain with a bored expression "They can't hide in a forest if there's no forest, now can they?" He says like it's just common sense

The captain is perplexed "But- But what about the people that live there? There are houses in the woods."

"They have till tomorrow night to leave then." The king said simply "But of course, if that sounds too hard for you I can burn it down myself." Magnifico shrugs.

The people look shocked... The island's forest has been considered sacred for generations.

The king adds

"Oh, and speaking of "leaving", have your men also burn and destroy all the boats at the docks... No one get's in or out this kingdom until we find that star, was I clear?" He says while looking at the people around him this time.

Simon's father is speechless for a moment... The king seems to have lost his mind, but that's understandable, right? He died a few minutes ago.

The soldier tries to snap him out of it:

"My liege, with all due respect, I don't think-"

"Due respect?" Magnifico interrupts him once again, this time with a hint of anger creeping in his voice "I think you misunderstand captain. You all OWE ME all the respect you can possibly give, not only as your KING, but also as the one who MADE YOU who you are." He doesn't even raise his voice much, those words echo in the hearts of all the citizens that had their wishes granted "I didn't grant your wish of becoming my knight for you to THINK, O'Danohue, I did it for you to OBEY... Was I clear?" The king asks again.

The captain goes stiff.

He bows down to the king as he says "Crystal clear, your majesty."

... A sinister smile finally returns to the king's now scared face.

"There you go, that's a lot easier, isn't it?" The king says condescendingly.

That felt good... He should've done this a long time ago.

He looks down to his queen that he has been holding in his arms this whole time, she's looking up to him, also smiling wickedly.

They're on the same page, they won't pretend to be something they're not anymore.

That girl thought that truth would set these people free? Oh... They're more trapped than ever.

They both turn to look at their frightened and confused subjects.

The king’s glares at them as he says "... I believe it’s quite obvious what will happen to anyone who dares helping the traitor and the star" The green gem on the king's staff starts glowing "Right?"

The crowd all shakes their heads "Yes" quickly, as they know this is a threat.

The gem slowly stops glowing.

"Wonderful, that will be all then." He lifts the staff upward to hit it on the ground "And remember, Rosas... Just keep wishing." He has a subtle smile, this phrase is what he always says at the end of Wish ceremonies.

He hits the floor, creating a huge cloud of green smoke that engulfs him and Amaya, they teleport to the palace.

(I was gonna write Magnifico's reaction to his new scar... Buuuut I think I'll keep that off screen, I think you guys can imagine how he felt about it.)

...

The people of Rosas are at a loss.

Some think the king just went insane and it's all thanks to that star.

Other's think that he's right to take desperate measures to handle this threat.

And a few are now starting to realize that maybe they've been lied to this whole time and the king has always been a bad person.

No one is quite sure what to think of this.

...

Except for a certain group of teens... And a goat.

Who went inside to get cover from the rain just before the king went after Aster... So they didn't see the whole ordeal that just happened.

But they have seen enough to know exactly what side they're choosing to be on... Knowing what they know now.

...

Note that I didn't say how many teens are in that group.

Chapter 12

Final Thoughts

(for real this time)

... So ummmm... That was a lot, wasn't it? hahaha

I swear next chapter will be all about Asha and Aster and there will be WHOLESOME VIBES... After some sad vibes first.

Yeah, they gotta have a little heart to heart BUT it'll be more chill than THIS whole thing that just happened. In fact, from this point forward things should get a little bit more calm... For a while.

But now speaking on this chapter-

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO CHARACTER DESING CHANGE!!!!

THE BROTHER KILLER HAS A SCAR!

THE WITCH LOOKS OLD!

REFERENCES ALL AROUND!!!

I usually don't say this, but ummm if I see fanart of King Magnifico with a scar on his left eye and Queen Amable looking older with a white hair streak it would be so awesome, it would be so cool... Just saying I would go insane, even more than I already am.

And the way I came up with this plot point weeks ago literally is the funniest thing, here's how my thought process went:

I want the confrontation in chapter 10 to feel tense... I'll say it's a cloudy day... Clouds bring rain... And rain brings a storm... And storms brings lightning... And lightning kills Disney villains... I'll kill Magnifico because he had it too good for too long. He needs to take an L. His actions have consequences.

SO THE NARRATIVE ESCALATED FROM:

"IT'S A CLOUDY DAY" TO "THE KING DIED."

LMAO

But seriously though, THIS is a big turning point for the villains.

Initially, they just wanted Aster's power for the sake of wanting it, because it would be fun to have it... Now? Now it's a NEED.

It's a need because they need immortality, Magnifico had a taste of his own mortality, and Amaya is older and weaker, they NEED to have that magic so they can live together forever. Have their happily EVER after, so to speak.

To me that feels more unique and compelling than just "We want power... Even though we already got it."

And speaking of Aster CAREFUL BOY! YOUR PETER PAN SIDE IS SHOWING!!! That laugh Aster let out is supposed to feel like a Peter Pan laugh by the way.

Yeah writing Aster and Magnifico's dynamic was SO MUCH FUN like wooooow you guys have no idea. It's Captain Hook and Peter Pan, it's Alladin and Jafar, it's Hercules and Hades, I wanna fit in all those vibes!!!

But let's address the elephant in the room... So true love's kiss, huh?

I just think it would be HILARIOUS if Disney not only gave us a villain couple for the first time ever... BUT ALSO USED THEM TO PROVE THE POINT THAT TRUE LOVE IS POWERFUL AS HECK.

I mean, they've shown us that

Over

And over

AND OVER

So I think having this classic trope happen, BUT TWIST IT in your 100th anniversary movie, would be pretty neat ya know? like, I think, you guys tell me, I don't know 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, this chapter was LOOOONG and full of emotions, mostly tense ones, but things are gonna chill a bit with Asha and Aster on the next one, I promise!

As always

Thank You For Reading!

[ofherpinkways]

No matter how many girls

( ⚠️🚫MDNI cod men x fem reader smut with aftercare⚠️🚫 ) < a/n: my first smut sorry if it's shit yall

Imagine dating for years being power a couple that the whole Base talks about

Fuck even the other Units do

Unfortunately things go south and you two break up

Causing an uproar. Now that you're broken up the both of you are free for the taking now

Of course instantly the new recruits, ran straight for him. Fighting over him like hungry vultures

Teasing him during missions and off

Wearing small tight pieces of clothing around him

Those shorts barely covered her stupid ass last

Showing off their perky little tits at the clubs and bars

Grinding against him on the dance floor

Worse of all? The little tramp is looking at you the whole time trying to get under your skin

Admittedly to youself it was working leading you to be snappy towards him during missions and around base the following week

Which of course leds into massive argument between the two of you

God how your temper turns him on causing to not pay attention to anything you're saying as you chew him out

His poor brain is too lost thinking about the dirty little things he wants to do you again

Watching you throw your hands around as you yell at him

Missing how those pretty fingernail with the newly pained black nail polish would ruined from you dipping them in his back as you fucked you all those weeks ago .

Without any second thought he grabbed your arm dragging you to his room and throwing you on his bed. Looking at you lustful eyes as he towered over you

You looked back at him shocked unable to say anything. Heart pounding against your chest. Embarrassing for yourself in moment a wet patch is starting to ruin your fleshly washed panties

Before you knew it. He was inside of you pounding his cock into your pretty pussy as you cry into his chest moaning loudly unable to control yourself

He looked down at you admiring the cute little mess he was making of you

"No matter how many girls I've been since we broke up I couldn't stop myself from pretending they were all you " he whispered grunting , warm lips on your ear

His lips traveled to your cheek planting small kiss on it slowly down his thrusts "every fucking time angel" he whispered softly looking at you with love leaning for tender kiss

He pulled out of you bringing into his arms running his fingers through your messy hair. Giving small pecks all over your sensitive body

"You did so good today love ,you took me so well I'm so proud of you " he whispers in soft happy tone "rest for now yeah? We'll talk about getting back together tomorrow "

(A/N: lol very clearly first smut Anways apparently my seasonal depression makes me incredibly horny , although with that this be my last post [other for reblogs] while because ya girl is going through it right so I gotta take a break)

[chaotic-mystery]

hiii, congrats on 900 followers, you deserve it! I'd like to make a request if it's not too much trouble. dbf!Joel is talking to a female client and the reader is jealous because she thinks she is immature for Joel and that if he has the chance he would prefer someone closer to his age. I'm sorry if you haven't been taking requests and thank you for your attention <3

oh bestie, the way I'm just now seeing this, I am so sorry this is late but ty! ily!

everyone say thanks to @peterhollandkait for helping me with this! <3

CW: Smut! Minors DNI, angst, established relationship, secret relationship, implied age gap (reader is mid 20's and Joel is late 30's, oral (f receiving), cum eating, praise, talking you through it.

You tried not to think anything of Joel answering his phone in the middle of your secret dinner dates at this little diner he loved taking you to, but it was hard as it became more frequent. The constant texting at the table while the waitress is trying to tell you the specials, the calls as he’s dropping you off and too busy trying to answer the phone he won’t give you even a peck goodnight. You had no idea what it was about and every time you’d casually bring it up, he’d tell you, “don’t worry your pretty head, doesn’t matter.” That was all fine and dandy until one night as he’s picking you up at your apartment, you walked out to his truck and you could hear a woman’s voice on the other side of the phone. Your blood was boiling and your face was hot as all the worst ideas came flooding into your mind. Was he seeing someone else? Did he no longer like you? Was this just a fling to him?

He hurried off the phone and opened your door from the inside, leaning across the seat with a smile. “How’s my favorite girl?” He questions as you climb into the passenger seat, the pure look of annoyance on your face. “I’m fine Joel. Can we just go eat? I’m kind of tired and I don’t want to be out all night.” You rest your head on your fist as you look out the window and you feel a soft squeeze on your thigh. “We sure can sweetheart, we just have to stop at the office before we go, okay?” His tone is trying to sound reassuring, but the knot in your stomach isn’t easing up at all. 

The ride to his office is almost dead silent had it not been for the radio faintly playing in the background. The gravel crunches under the tires as he pulls into the lot and you notice an older woman standing outside of her car. She’s close to Joel’s age and you gotta admit, she looks amazing in her little power suit she’s got on. Joel throws the truck in park and he brushes your cheek with his thumb to get your attention. “I’ll be ten minutes and then I’m all yours, okay darlin?” His fingers pinch your earlobe gently and he’s gone before you can turn your head to respond. Your eyes watch as he hugs the woman and walks her inside, the door shutting quickly behind them. 

The windows of the office were too dark to see in because of the setting sun, so you could only imagine what was happening. You put your feet up on the dashboard, holding your knees to your chest as you tried to keep your thoughts at bay. Sweat started to form on your forehead as the sun was falling behind the hills, casting a beautiful orange glow on your face. This was gonna be a long night.

He told you he’d only be ten minutes but that quickly turned into twenty minutes and that turned into thirty minutes. You started dozing off as the breeze flowed through the windows when you heard the office door open and Joel was walking behind the woman. She was smoothing her hair as she looked straight at you, a smug smirk on her face. A hug was shared between them and he waved goodbye as she drove off. “The hell was that? You always hug your clients goodbye?” You asked dryly and shook your head. “Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to go that long, honest. Let’s go get some food, m’starvin.” He mutters as he kisses your cheek a few times before turning the truck on and driving away. His hand was on your thigh the whole ride to the diner he loved taking you to but you didn’t have the heart to tell him what was bothering you. The lump in your throat was growing and so was your anger and you knew you’d explode soon.

Dinner was quiet, the diner was not so packed this time like it normally is. He tried so hard to make you laugh and you did a few times just so he wouldn’t keep asking what was wrong but he knew something was bothering you because you weren’t your normally bubbly self. He grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers as he gives you a warm smile. “Thanks for bein so patient tonight baby, I appreciate it.” The lump still present in your throat hindered you from responding with words, all you did was nod. After he paid the bill and walked you to the truck, he put on your mixed cd you made for him. He sang Nickelback to you at the top of his lungs trying to get a genuine smile from you but it didn’t work like he wanted. 

As he pulled up to the front of your apartment, his phone buzzed with a text message from the woman from earlier, and he grinned widely as he was glowing with excitement. You suddenly felt the tears stinging and you knew this was it. “Hope she can be what you need Joel. Fuck you, I’m outta here” you blurted out as you hastily gathered your things and walked to your front door. “What the hell are you talkin about?” He shouts, getting out of the truck quickly to catch up to you. “Just leave it alone Joel, go call her back and see if she wants to fuck you again” your voice was shaky as you hollered, you dare not turn around to let him see your tears. The screen door creaked when you opened it and your keys almost made it in the dead bolt when Joel wrapped his arms around you from behind, repeatedly asking what’s the matter in a hushed voice. “Baby c'mon just talk to me, what the hell are you on about?” 

You unlock the door and break free from his grasp, walking directly into the middle of the living room. You didn’t even notice your hands were in fists, your face getting hot again. Joel followed you inside and shut the door behind him, hand on his hip as he was getting ready to ask you again to talk. “Joel you’ve so secretive and answering your phone late after you’re supposed to be off work and you wouldn’t tell me anything! Why did a ten minute meeting suddenly turn into a half hour sex romp in your office? Just tell me if I'm too immature for you now that you’ve met her and we can go our separate ways, my dad won’t know a thing.” The hot tears were streaming down your face now and your hands came up to wipe from Joel's sight. He sighed deeply as he walked towards you and grabbed your arms, pulling you into him tightly. 

“Sweetheart, she's just a client that’s all. She’s got tons of money and tons of land she wants work done on, this could be great for Tommy and I.  I didn’t tell you because work is work, it’s boring as all hell. I talk to your dad about work, not my girl. You really think that’s what happened there baby? Why did you think that?” He was crouched over slightly so his eyes were on yours, inspecting your features soften as you process his words. Your eyes fall to the floor for a moment as you contemplate telling him. “Like I said, you were in there for longer than you said and she came out fixing her hair and she gave me this look and I dunno, I feel so silly now.” You barely choked the words out as you let the tears keep falling and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His hand reaches up to the back of your head and smoothes your hair tenderly, hushing your cries. 

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that sweet girl, I am. You’re the only girl I want and I’m sorry it seemed like something else was going on with her. I promise I’ll never make you feel like that again. I swear it” He wipes your tears away and kisses your salty cheeks while he pulls you close to his chest, his hand squeezing your ass tightly. “You mean everything to me, Darlin. Let me prove it to you” he pleaded and got down on his knees, hugging your torso. Kissing your stomach over your sundress, he caressed your body ever so tenderly, taking his time running his hands over your soft skin. He pushes your dress up just above your panties and peppers kisses right underneath your belly button before parting your legs slightly. “May I?” he begs with his glistening brown eyes and you eagerly mutter, “Yes”, earning a smile from Joel. He kisses your clothed cunt and his nose bumps your clit, making you whimper and dying for him to hurry up. Joel loops his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugs them down to your ankles before he runs his hands up the back of your legs and stops right underneath your ass. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine and I get to make you feel so good.” Your knees go weak from his words and you giggle softly, running a hand through his soft curls as you eagerly wait for him to keep going. Joel licks a strip up your pussy and watches you just melt under him. His tongue flutters against your clit and the pleasure courses through your whole body, sending shivers down your spine and you whimper his name. “Joel please, I need you, fuck I need you.” 

Joel grabs your ass and pulls you forward into his face more, sucking your clit while he moans, vibrating the bundle of nerves between his lips. Your moans echo off your living room walls, your knees growing weaker by the second. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I love the way I can make you shake while I've got your pretty little pussy just throbbing and begging for more of me” he groaned into your wet pussy, his face covered in your slick. You bucked your hips, moving against his tongue while he buried his face as far as he could between your legs. Joel hikes one of your legs up over his shoulder and squeezes your ass firmly, grunting as he guides you to ride his tongue. “You taste so fuckin good baby, god I’m so lucky I get to taste you. Cum for me baby doll, let me clean you up.”

Your face contorting with pleasure and lust while the pit of fire in your stomach grows, your orgasm just in sight. “Baby please, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop please, Joel- oh fuck” you whine and he goes faster, digging his fingers into your waist. “Cum on my face baby, let me clean that gorgeous pussy of mine, sweetheart.” Your breaths get heavier and your eyes screw shut as you let out a squeal of curse words and Joels name, letting go on his face. Joel's growls of pleasure mix with yours as he laps at your pussy, licking up every drop of cum you had. You start to sink down the wall slowly with every jolt of your body and he moves his head as your ass falls to the floor. Your moans quiet while Joel kisses your face, bringing you back to Earth. Your heavy eyes open slowly, Joel’s grinning face in your sight, “Told you I’d make it up to you.” 

[cultofdixon]

The differences in power

Negan Smith • She/Her Pronouns • The little lady is the one with all the power and when the group found out, maybe that will be their window • ANGST/SFW • TW: Major character death(s) / Canon Violence / Anxiety / Injuries • Re-Writing Canon

Requested by: Anon

“Listen here Dwight. You don’t do what I fucking say and I promise yea I will bash her fucking skull in with my—-“ Negan stopped his threat and dropped Dwight back onto his feet as he anxious stated to step back. “Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“Oh me?” Y/N smiles making herself known in the hall they were in, as she gave Dwight a glare resulting in him running off.

“See now how am I supposed to beat him into submission if you are always around”

“Do you not want me around? I could go…” Y/N pouts turning around to walk off but Negan quickly took her hand spinning her back resulting in that devilish smirk of hers. “What, baby?”

“You…God, you” Negan folds and couldn’t be mad at his woman for interrupting the heated conversation earlier as he brought his lips against hers.

When news about the outpost came through the Sanctuary, Laura quickly went to the big man’s room knowing she would find Y/N there as she gave her a confused look until her shoulders slumped giving her an idea of what she wanted.

“Do you have any fucking idea how many good soldiers I lost because we didn’t put down that son of a bitch from the Hilltop?! AND YOURE TELLING ME THE RAT BASTARD GREGORY SURVIVED HIS PUNISHMENT” Negan snaps in Simon’s face as he kept his cool on the matter even if what happened wasn’t his fault. The big man had to yell at somebody. “Get that one bitch in here that informed—-“

“She’s dead sir. We don’t have intel on who exactly she came in contact with. But from what we do know…with what Gregory told, it’s exactly who you’re thinking of”

“Simon. I swear to FUCKING GOD. If you don’t get me definite results on these fuckers. I will hang you on the fence out—“ Negan pulled away from being in Simon’s face when he spotted Y/N peak her head through the door with a soft knock.

“Sorry if you’re busy with your boyfriend I can—-“

“You better get that sweet ass of yours over here, darling.” Negan smirks pushing Simon aside as Y/N brought herself up to her man wrapping her arms around his neck.

As Simon slipped away from the two to meet Laura in the hallway, he gave her a thankful expression.

“Load up the car. Gotta check in with a few hidden eyes”

“Think Negan will find out?”

“Hell no, his woman will keep him busy. Besides, we’ll look good with the information we’ll receive” Simon smirks heading off as Laura rolled her eyes before following the man.

A couple days passed and Y/N found herself waiting in the loading docks of the Sanctuary after being told by one of Negan’s men he expects her there. She thought that was a little confusing but when she saw cars pulling up, her spirits lifted like usual knowing Negan has come home.

But it was hectic.

“Get the prisoner in the goddamn cell. Simon, you gotta keep your eyes on Hilltop. I ain’t fucking letting that community get the better of me with this new one in our roaster. And I swear to fucking god if Alexandria pulls something in two weeks I’m killing—-“ Negan stops himself when he stopped abruptly in front of Y/N. “Hey baby” he instantly shifts his mood, leaning down to kiss her cheek as the confusion writes itself on her face.

The sound of the men struggling to contain the prisoner caught Y/N’s attention as she let Negan continue to kiss her cheek down to her shoulder while her eyes glued on the scene.

Then there was this anxious realization when Y/N locked eyes with the man they were dragging in. Hell, he even tried to stop to get a good look at her.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing, baby. Just thinking”

“Now that can be dangerous” Negan laughs lightly, bringing his lips to hers as she hums against his lips keeping her arms around him when they parted.

Once night consumes the day, Y/N made her way down the hall in her pajamas as she surprisingly slipped out of her and Negan’s room without him stirring. She knew where everything was in the Sanctuary she’s been there long enough.

Dwight caught a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye when he was watching the prisoner from the other side of the closed door.

“What are you doing awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Is that the prisoner in there?”

“Yup. To make it more difficult for Alexandria to want to attack us” Dwight rolls his eyes bringing his attention back to the book in hand. “Don’t report me to big man but I really don’t know how you could even love him for what he does”

“I…I don’t exactly know what he does” Y/N frowns crossing her arms leaning against the wall Dwight was propped up against. His full attention on her. “I guess it’s blind ignorance. But I also didn’t fall in love with him for what he does as a leader”

Dwight couldn’t get mad at that, but for some small reason…he’s worried for her. Worried of her finding out.

Even with the small incidents she has seen.

“Dwight. Is your prisoner’s name Daryl?”

“What? You hear that in passing or something?”

The silence she gave only brought more confusion to Dwight with a bit of curiosity. Y/N shrugs it off and leaves the man to continue his watch of a closed, locked door.

________

“She hasn’t turned up”

“We can’t wait here forever, son. Unless we want the walkers to find us” Hershel informed Daryl as he kept his attention glued to the darkness of the forest waiting for someone to turn up.

“Daryl. We gotta go. Find somewhere for the night” Rick grabbed his shoulder only for him to dramatically yank his body away from him. “She’s gone for all we know. There’s nothin’ we can do”

Daryl held on for a little while longer until Carol pulled him away from the banks of the freeway.

Meanwhile an injured Y/N had collapsed in the woods after hours of walking endlessly in the wrong direction. She thought it was the end for her as she laid in the dirt letting the weakness take over.

Then she was suddenly lifted from the ground who knows how much later since the collapse. She felt safe enough to lean into the unknown man.

“I’ve gotcha darling”

________

Y/N found herself appearing in that hallway every other hour of the next couple days and it draws some suspicion from Dwight that he even brought it up to Negan.

“Are you implying my girl is a mole?” Negan questions with a threatening undertone in his voice as he inches closer to the shorter man pinning him against the nearest wall.

“N-Negan I’m just. Making assumptions here” Dwight laughs nervously. “Don’t listen to me”

“Are you sure? You’re assumin’ my girl knows the people in this little community that I plan to fucking destroy—-“

“Babe” Y/N interprets watching Negan scramble a bit letting go of Dwight as he gave her a terrified look. Resulting in her giving him a “beat it” expression which he did instantly while her man stayed. “What were you doing?”

“Dwight got it in his head that you might be a mole for this new community…but he also hasn’t been a Savior as long as you have”

“You know he’s wrong right?”

“I do. I’ll always believe you over anybody else…” He trailed and that drew her to cross her arms expressing annoyance. “But…I have to ask darling”

“What?”

“Do you know…who Rick Grimes is?”

Are you going to hurt me like you hurt them if I said yes? Y/N thought as she gave a soft nod watching his shoulders tense with the new information but when he instantly cracked to watching her cower. Made him feel like a monster.

Funny…isn’t it?

“…I would never hurt you”

“I…I know…” Y/N frowns still avoiding his gaze. “Negan, you have to tell me what you do to these people…I need to hear it from you and not from the violence hungry soldiers or the innocent”

What she did know, was the reason to want control. The loss of his wife Lucille. She understood why he couldn’t trust anyone. She knew about the killing…just not to the extent that it was. What he does to these people psychologically was…heartbreaking.

He learned who she knew before he found her. She had a group back in Atlanta…that held up in a quarry. Her best friend was the one they took hostage and the one who saved her from the city was the man he killed.

They left her, is what Negan would think for Y/N to side with his actions. But she doesn’t. She has her own anger towards the things that have happened to her…but she would never kill a man to make things right.

“It’s okay to hate me after learning about everything”

Y/N remained silent as the two were now sat on their bed in their shared room.

“I won’t give you anything to cause more harm”

“I know”

“I hate you for killing people…innocent or not”

“I know…”

“But I hate myself for loving you and only wanting to stay in the moment from when you saved me” Y/N felt the tears roll off her cheeks as he tried to wipe away her tears but she retracted at first before suddenly bringing herself into his arms latching onto him.

The top Savior, the boss, the man fears by many…fell apart in her embrace holding onto her for dear life as if she’d disappear if he let go.

When the morning came, Negan sat alone in the conference room having arrived before everybody else he asked to join him on this trip to Alexandria a couple days before the deadline. To his surprise, Y/N entered the room dressed for a run as she gave him a stern look.

“They will recognize you”

“I know”

“…I don’t…I can’t have you getting hurt”

“I won’t…if I do, I know what you would do”

“I won’t punish with you present”

“I wish you didn’t at all.” And with that she left to check on those preparing the vehicles.

When the debrief ended and everyone was loading into the vehicles…Negan approached his waiting for Y/N to join him as she watched Dwight drag Daryl into the truck.

“Darling?”

“He won’t give you anything.”

“What?”

“He won’t give you what you want. Daryl is stubborn. He won’t…he doesn’t turn his back on his people” Y/N felt the old sting she felt that night, Negan didn’t even have to say what he wanted to know that she’s feeling all she felt that night. “Abusing him won’t give you anything unless you brought the dead back to life”

Negan bites his lip anxiously before stopping Dwight from shutting the doors to the truck and giving Y/N a look. She instantly took that chance to climb in with the hunter as Dwight gave the boss man a concerned expression but his immediately went dark.

“Don’t ask questions unless you want to meet your maker, Dwight.” He snapped, walking away from the truck to get into his car to lead the group.

The second the doors shut, Y/N sat close to the door while Daryl hugged the wall by the drivers.

He’s dead. Has to be.

This is a goddamn ghost in front of him.

“You ain’t real”

Y/N didn’t say anything and watched the man she knew to have a hard exterior just fall apart.

“You ain’t real. You died. You died that night at the barn fire. You never turned up. You ain’t real!” Daryl shouted at her but she kept a level head while the driver groans in annoyance.

“You didn’t look for me. None of you did”

“Please—-If this is some sick joke!” Daryl snapped once more, this time when they halted Y/N punched the man in the arm.

“ITS REAL” Y/N snapped back. “I never died. You never looked for me. You all left me behind”

“And now what? You’re a Savior. One of the enemy? I’ve seen yea. Didn’t believe it. Caught glimpses enough to just think you’re not real. But every time I saw you, you were with him.” Daryl frowns avoiding her eyes when he scoffs along with the next part. “What, the dick game that good?”

“If you’re going to piss me off, I’m not going to help you” Y/N whispered in anger as the last part confused Daryl.

“What? Now?!”

“No, I just need you to listen carefully”

With hesitation, he did. Before more could be discussed, they were at Alexandria and everyone unloaded. Y/N stuck in the back out of Negan’s way but when the Saviors separated to raid the community…that’s when she locked eyes with an old familiar pair.

“What’s gotten into you, Mr. Grimes?” Negan smirks turning around and his expression fell watching Y/N get closer to make sure she’s not seeing a ghost.

But Rick was. He was rethinking who died at the lineup, maybe he died and this was his hell.

Being faced with who he left behind

“What are you taking from them?” Y/N questions Negan while keeping eye contact with the deer in headlights.

“Everything. 90% of everything”

“No”

A few Saviors turned their heads toward Negan for an immediate lash out. None of them seeing how whipped the man is before until then…

“What would you suggest then?”

Y/N, being the person she’s always been, wouldn’t let them suffer because of past actions. She told Negan to let them keep their beds and 75% of their pantry goods. She knows he would argue about the weaponry, she’s heard how he was in other communities. So targeting stuff he wouldn’t like to argue with her about, he will do for her instantly.

As Negan went to check on what they were taking back to the Sanctuary, Rick took note on the power Y/N has over the man that killed their family. But he couldn’t help himself the second he was alone with her.

“He killed Glenn at the lineup” Rick blurted out watching her tense. “You’re with a man that killed your best friend and you’re okay with that? You know what you could do to stop hi—-“

“The fuck are you telling her?” The Savior Arat got up in Rick’s face when he was only telling Y/N.

“The truth of what you monsters have done” Rick stated pushing her back and before Arat could get up and personal again, Y/N stepped in between them.

“Don’t.”

“Or what? You’ll have Negan kill me?” Arat hissed, not liking the fact that Y/N stood her ground. “He’d do anything you ask of him princess. We are here to show who’s boss…and that’s not you”

“You lay a finger on anybody and I’ll rip it off”

That only brought a smirk out of Arat as she pulls herself away to continue the job. Y/N turned to Rick giving him a saddened look but there was something else about it that intrigued him.

“Y/N—-“

“Keep your head down Rick Grimes. Or others will be watching it roll” Y/N frowns stepping away and toward Negan’s car to stay in for the remainder of the visit.

The drive back was quiet and more than Arat was made about Y/N’s decision. They still took from the community, Y/N knew she couldn’t completely skew his decision into not taking anything. She needed to be not so suspicious. But that didn’t matter.

Y/N stood outside the conference room eavesdropping on Negan yelling at several saviors that have told Y/N what he has done to the communities. If they had kept their mouths shut and to themselves, nothing would’ve reached her ears.

She pushed the door open to listen to the once yelling man, stop and turn into a softness only she heard and those who witnessed his change around her.

“Let’s go, tomorrow will be different” Simon assures Negan as he walks past Y/N with the others following after him.

Negan waited for her to approach him at the table bringing herself to slot between his legs as he was sat on the table. Y/N rests her hands on his thighs feeling his forehead rest against hers.

“I’m sorry for yellin’”

“Why are you apologizing? It wasn’t—-“

“I know you were eavesdropping, darling. I was mad about the stunt you pulled…hell I’m more mad at myself for letting you”

“Negan…”

“Yikes…First name. Guess I’m in the dog ho—-“

“Would you hurt me if I went against your rule here?”

The man instantly pulled away and carefully took a hold of her face with both his hands as his expression fell.

“I would never hurt you. My empire could fall because of you and I’d never lay a finger” Negan frowns, wanting to know what’s going on inside that beautiful mind of hers that is hidden behind the sad look on her external features. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever think that I’d hurt you ever”

Y/N didn’t say those three words back as all she did was bring her lips against his. Enjoying the peacefulness it brought, for it might be the last…

“Let’s go to bed, love”

“Mm…okay, darling”

As the night progressed, Y/N managed to slip out of his grasp leaving their room but not before grabbing his keys.

She managed to get to the prison cells without being noticed as all she needed to do was get Dwight away from the cell in mind. It would’ve only been difficult if Y/N didn’t know Sherry. She helped her distract her partner in order to get to Daryl’s cell.

But yet another obstacle stepped in her way.

“What do you think you’re doing”

“Get out of my way Arat”

“Or what?”

Y/N stared her down and went to walk passed, she didn’t get far until Arat grabbed a fist full of her hair to pull her back. Little did she know that Y/N’s instinct was to grab her arm and throw her body over her person. With the right formation, it’s down without struggle. The self defense classes from before the world ended still came in handy.

The thud of Arat hitting the concrete was only going to alert people so Y/N went fast with unlocking the door to Daryl’s cell and dragging him out of the facility.

Daryl didn’t have to get far to know Y/N hesitated. He turned toward her, being tossed a set of keys for one of the bikes.

“Come with me”

“I can’t.”

“Y/N…he’s a monster. He’s killed—-“

“I know—-“

“And you’re okay with that?” Daryl frowns wanting to know why she’s doing this. Why she’s hesitating and staying with a man that’s hurt many…”Y/N. Please. You can help us take—-“

“And I will. But not in the way you all want…you want him dead. I want him alive. For before this whole empire…he was just Negan Smith. Not a scary savior that takes so much from others because the world took everything from him.” Y/N frowns knowing Daryl wouldn’t get it, she doesn’t give him much credit. “I will help you take him down…take the Saviors down…but you won’t see either of us at the end of it”

“Y/N…”

“Go, Daryl. Before they realize what I’ve done”

“…I waited for you. I waited for you at the highway that night” Daryl frowns feeling the tears burn and threaten to fall. “Rick made us leave…I didn’t want to”

“Daryl…go back to your family before this was all for nothing”

The hesitation ached at him as he kept looking back every step of getting out of there. Daryl wanted to scream at her and take her but she’s always been a smart person…so he left for the Hilltop. Knowing Alexandria would be their first target for his disappearance.

As Y/N quietly made it back inside, she noticed their bedroom door open and the light on. She peered inside finding an annoyed Arat and Simon talking to Negan who instantly dismissed them. Arat of course purposely bumping into Y/N on the way out as Simon gave her a more sympathetic look.

Once it was the two of them and the door shut, Negan instantly pulled Y/N into his embrace asking her in whispers if she was okay. If she was hurt in any way. The confusion struck her as she brought her arms around him resting her head against his chest.

“Negan…”

Negan held her tightly feeling her shift to bring her gaze to look up when he parted enough to look her in the eye.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Y/N frowns bringing her hands to rest on his face, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. “But, Negan…you can come with me…leave it all behind.”

“But I—“

“You don’t have to decide now. You will know where to find me”

“Y/N…”

Please…

[rxmqnova]

Peter?!

Y/N: 14 years old Peter: 16 years old Wanda: mama Nat: mom Story: Y/N finds out Peter is Spider-man… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV This year has been crazy for Natasha and Wanda. Their daughter Y/N has started high school which both women hate, cause their little girl is growing up. Especially when their little girl started talking about this one boy from higher grade who also happens to be her friend. It's obvious that the girl has a huge crush on him.

Wanda finds it sweet that her daughter has a first crush, but Natasha hates it. Y/N's her little girl and she wants to stay it like that for as long as possible.

"What are you guys doing after school?" Ned asks his friends. Peter and Ned have been Y/N's closest friends ever since she met them her first school day. Just like the two boys, she's not really popular. Yes, her mothers are Avengers, but the girl is using a fake surname just to stay safe as her mothers wanted it.

"I got that job at Stark's" Peter says on which Y/N furrows her brows. Peter has mentioned a few times something about his Stark's intership, but Y/N still hasn't figured out what that is. She's pretty sure her uncle doesn't employ kids at Stark's industries.

"What exactly are you even doing there?" Y/N question, trying to figure this whole thing up. Once she's after something, she won't stop. That's something she got after Natasha.

"You know… just stuff they tell me to do" Peter shrugs, but it's definitely not an answer Y/N wanted to hear.

"Like what?" The girl asks, curiousness getting the best out of her. She could just read his mind and find out as she has powers like Wanda, but she has a deal with her mama not to do that. One time she did it to pass a test and Wanda somehow knew right after the girl came home, so Y/N decided to better respect her mother's wish. "Just some stuff. Hm.. I-I gotta go now or I'll be late. See you later!" Peter waves and leaves, leaving Y/N completely confused.

Y/N makes an excuse why she can't come with Ned and makes her way out of the school. Her aunt Yelena is already waiting in the car for her, so the young witch just slips in the passenger seat.

Yelena isn't one of the Avengers just yet, so it should be fine if Y/N is seen with her. The blonde agreed to help in some fights, but she only just got out of the Red Room a few months ago, so she's still enjoying her life without any commitment such as the Avengers.

The two make it home safely and Y/N immediately goes to the kitchen, knowing her mama is there by the smell of her favorite paprikash.

"Hi there, my little monkey" Wanda smiles at her daughter who hugs her mama tightly, receiving a kiss on a forehead.

"Hi, mama" Y/N smiles back before turning around and spotting Natasha sitting on the bar stool. "Hi, mommy" She smiles at her other mother who gives her a smile back and greets her back. "Mama, can I have that when is done?" Y/N asks with puppy eyes, pointing at the paprikash Wanda's been cooking.

"Sure, baby" Wanda smiles before turning her attention back to the food.

Y/N makes her way to Natasha's arms, hugging her tightly while Natasha kisses the top of her daughter's head. There's nothing Y/N loves more than hugs from her moms.

"How was at school?" Natasha asks with a smile, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

"Boring as usual" Y/N sighs before remembering the thing with Peter. "Although… I think Peter's lying about his job at uncle Tony's, cause he's been acting super weird about it when I asked him"

"Guys, we have a new Avenger. Tony wants us all in the meeting room" Steve informs before disappearing. Wanda turns off the stove as her paprikash is done and together with Natasha and Y/N walks to the meeting room.

Y/N sits between her moms, getting cuddles from both of them immediately. Tony then walks into the meeting room with the boy Y/N only just said goodbye to at school.

"Guys, this is our new Aven-" Tony starts, but gets cut out by the youngest one of them.

"Peter?" Y/N asks, Peter locking his eyes with his friend.

"Y/N? Wha-What are you doing here?" Peter asks confused, Y/N also tilting her head in confusion.

"Me? What are you doing here? You're the new Avenger?" Y/N blurts out, surprised her friend hasn't told her anything.

"Yes, squish" Tony agrees, using his nickname for Y/N which makes the girl roll her eyes. "If you let me finish I'd tell you that Peter Parker is our new addition to the team. You might know him as Spider-man" He finishes, making Y/N even more confused. Peter is Spider-man?!

"You are Spider-man? Why didn't you tell me anything? You're my best friend" The confused girl blurts out, Natasha hiding her smirk as she'll be able to control what's going on between her daughter and Peter now.

"I see… so this is the Peter" Wanda smirks, Y/N giving her a glare and Peter tilting his head in confusion.

"Wait. What are you doing here?" Peter asks again.

"Kids, you can talk about this later" Tony rolls his eyes, getting impatient.

Y/N rolls her eyes too, leaning to Natasha who wraps an arm around her little girl and kisses the top of her head. Tony explains how will everything work, how will it be with missions for Peter and stuff which isn't exactly interesting for Y/N as she's not an Avenger… yet.

Once Tony is done with his speech, Y/N is ripped out of her daydreaming and follows everyone out of the room, rushing to Peter.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? How did you even get the powers? Oh my god, does Ned know?" Y/N blurts out as soon as she reaches Peter.

"Me? Why didn't you tell me anything? What are you even doing here? You're not an Avenger and you don't have powers" Peter says, looking at Y/N completely confused.

"I do have powers… I'm just not allowed to use them. I would beat your ass in less than 10 minutes" Y/N says, pulling out a smirk similar to her mothers' smirks. "And I live here, my moms-"

"Y/N/N, honey, do you want the paprikash?" Wanda calls from the kitchen, cutting Y/N's sentence off.

"Yes, please! Thanks, mama!" Y/N calls back.

"Just so you know, if you land your hands on my daughter, I'll beat your ass myself. And I don't care you're only 16" Natasha being the overprotective mother she is, she warns Peter, wrapping her arm around Y/N protectively.

"Mooom" Y/N groans in response, mentally slapping herself for talking about Peter in front of her overprotective mothers. -------------------- I didn't know how to end this…

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[yullalightk]

WOTFI IS HERE!!!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!

I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE! But! I watched it after the livestream countdown, and, BOI! Do I have a lot to say!! and I'll make a part 2 of the WOTFI review cause, I don't think I'll be able to fit everything in one post. And with a lot of school projects on the line. So, I'll work on pt 2! and post it tomorrow!

!Also, spoiler warning!

So... we good? Okay! strap in!!

First off the thumbnail looks AMAZING!!!!! It really got me excited as soon as I woke up at 1 in the morning lmao😂

As soon as I watched it I was actually surprised they decided not to go with the horror route like in the trailer.. But personally, I'm not gonna complain I mean that should've been expected imo.

Also, the poster is soo fricking cool!!!! Like, I can't get enough of this art style and THE WAY IT WAS ANIMATED WAS LIKE A MOVIE INTRO!!!! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!✨

The intro/Puzzles' backstory

So, I'm glad that Mr Puzzles gave us a more clearer explanation to his backstory. Even though it was something a lot of us knew already. None the less it was nice! I'm curious about the mother though, like, what was she like to Puzzles? Was she someone who didn't believe in her son's dreams as well? Or maybe someone who encouraged him to keep trying? Idk honestly, but maybe we'll get that answer in next year's WOTFI!

I also don't think he just sat in his room all day to adulthood, maybe he left his home to chase his dream but failed on multiple occasions. (Kinda like in the series where he tries to kill the crew but fails all the time) or, he watched TV all day as a coping mechanism. Trying to escape the cruelty of the world he lived in.

Also, wdhm when he said "The rest is history" like, we need more. Like how you got godlike powers? maybe that'll be explored more in WOTFI 2025!

Side note: Leggy's face when she dropped little Puzzles was funny for some reason help! IT HAD NO REASON TO BE THIS FUNNY!!😂😂

HE SWORE!!!!! YESS!!!!!!!! I swear he needs to let his anger out more, You gotta give kudos to him for enduring Mario's chaos😂

The casts!

I really LOVED the character designs! I can see how they are freaks now!

My all time favorites are SMG3, Bob, and Karen! They're designs stick out the most in the cast and I do like how they are all under Puzzles' control, like the PV movie!

Wish Saiko had more screen time though, I'm just a little disappointed at that. They could've done something interesting for her. Heck, they even gave the rest of the main cast more screen time than her.

But, maybe we'll see that in the next WOTFI? Hold up- wait a sec, I'm seeing a pattern of sorts... are, the stuff that felt lackluster in the 2024 WOTFI coming back as something better in WOTFI 2025?? That could be a possibility. I might make a theory on that, but hopefully when I'm not busy.

Side note: I swear this episode made me ship Mario and Puzzles so much!!😂😂 I mean- It's just hilarious to me!

Like when he said "Dear Mario" I know he hates him but like the way he says it made it feel like he likes him, or just toying with him!! Marware fans are eatin' good today! And he also complimated Mario on his performances on the fire perfomance!!! I know... he was doing what a judge does, try say something nice to the performers. But! That won't stop me from shipping them! And don't forget! Mario also still wanted to stay despite the hell Mr Puzzles put them through, in the rap Mario still wanted to have some fun in the amusment park! But, also glad he attacks him when Puzzles harms Mario's friend. And can be scared of him sometimes.

Now listen, I know he was trying to get Mario back so he won't ruin his show again but to me it also looks like he wants Mario to pay attention to him! kinda like a yandere😂😂 I'm just letting Marware infect my brain at this point haha.. it's becoming a curse.

Anyway that's part 1 for now. Part 2 will hopefully come out tomorrow as well, and I also have some projects to do so I know I said I will post every Saturday but that may be a little difficult, I'll get part 2 out tomorrow and I really hope that'll be the end of my review of this year's WOTFI!

Thanks for reading! hope ya'll enjoyed my WOTFI 2024 review pt 1.

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Bee, Ozzie (+ Fizz, if you wanna) and Loona with a shy, human male S/O who has metahuman abilities, specifically time manipulation (controlling the flow of time, such as speeding it up, slowing it down, moving it forward, moving it back, etc) and time alteration (changing the time around an object, either inanimate or living, and making that object into a different thing entirely, with living things still retaining their sentience, but are unable to move)

Sorry if this is long and/or hyper specific.

Ozzie + Fizz, Bee, and Loona with a Shy, Human Male S/O with metahuman abilities

Both Asmodeus and Fizzarolli think you're extremely cool! They're both really sweet to you, though. The last thing they need is for you to have a panic attack on them!

"Fuck, you can mess with time?! That shit's pretty scary~!" Fizzarolli would tease playfully in a sing-song voice.

"Can you show us how it works, baby?" Ozzie would ask you. Of course, he'll understand if you say no or refuse. He's just happy to give you the opportunity to talk about yourself.

Since you're shy, they'll be the first to open up all sorts of doors for you to interject your opinion into things, too. Plus, with you being human, Ozzie in particular would be incredibly protective of you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! I'll destroy any motherfucker who tries to hurt my boyfriend!" Ozzie would shout after someone had been harassing you. And Fizzarolli would quickly join in.

"Yeah, our boyfriend is wayyyyy too good for a piece of shit like you," he'd say in that smug tone he always used on people he didn't like and wanted to taunt.

Honestly, they'd both want to kind of see you snap. You've earned it dealing with all the bullshit in Hell. Change that Karen into a pot or something, and let her be in agony stuck that way for the rest of her life in Hell. Or age her so much that her husband won't ever want her again (as if he even does now- 🤭)

A wholesome pair, certainly, but with their darker, more mischievous sides!!

They'll probably bring you to Ozzie's with them so they can better keep an eye on you. After all, they don't want to watch anyone try to hurt you without being able to stop it.

No, Ozzie learned his lesson after OOPS with Fizz-

Oh boy. You're in for a treat with our lovely Queen Bee.

See, it isn't necessarily that she's mean about you being shy, it's just that she doesn't quite understand it. After all, she's a total party animal, she can't understand people who don't enjoy getting scrappy and having fun!

She'd be the type to first offer you drugs to help you loosen up, insisting she can get you anything that your heart desires.

"C'mon, babe! Alcohol? Sugar? Fentanyl? Ketamine? Oxy? Chardonnay? Come on, anything you want, just lemme know! We gotta be ready to tear this shit up together!"

She's only being playful, of course. She's trying her hardest to understand, she really is. Once she understands it more of an aspect of your personality, rather than a problem she needs to fix, she's a lot more chill.

"Hey, hun, I know you're not really a fan of socializing at my parties. Wanna go to a private section of the place and just chill with me?"

She's also so sweet, she'll offer you any accommodations you may need! Comfort foods? No problem! Cuddles? You got it! Her attention? You don't even need to ask!

She's a lot less focused on your abilities than some of the others. But still finds them really cool, although more for just messing around!

"So are you telling me you could totally turn that plant over there back into a seed?! Yeah! Do it! C'mon, show me, babe!"

Probably finds it really hot how powerful you are, actually.

The Gluttony Ring is a lot more chill, so she's a lot more comfortable leaving you by yourself as a human there than in, say, the Lust or Pride Rings. Most everybody in Gluttony is sweet.

After all, nobody would really want to get on her bad side, anyway.

And yet, if you approached her with any sort of issues... i.e., someone tried spiking your drink, someone spilled a drink on you, you're being made fun of, etc., out comes the monstrous Bee form. It's their own fault!

"Which of you fucking bitches tried some shit on S/O?! I'll fuck you up so hard that not even all the ketamine in the world will numb your stupid ass!"

It's honestly amazing how protective someone normally so chill can be when their S/O is human.

You're shy, male, have powers, and above all, are human?! Oh no, no, no. Don't ever let her dad find out, he will be at your house the same day-

Aside from that, she pretends not to care much about your abilities. After all, she's more interested in you, not what you can do. And she finds your abilities impressive, and something she'll secretly record so she can remember how cool it was, but she'll avoid bringing it up. She never knows if it's a sore spot for you, after all.

Since you're shy, she'll take it on herself to tease an embarrass you in public, but only playfully and as much as you're comfortable with. All you have to do is say the word and she'll stop and never do it again. Kisses to the cheek, pulling you to sit on her lap (or vice versa), sickeningly sweet couple photos, you name it, she's already on it, most likely.

Of course, only she's allowed to do it. Anyone else who tries is already basically a goner, because they're going to be unrecognizable by the time Loona is done mauling them- Who's to say Hellhounds aren't loyal and devoted?

With that said, if someone ever messed with you,

She's pretty chill with you, though, just acting very normal and a little more sweet. Not quite as abrasive as she is toward Blitzø, for example.

"Hey, S/O. There's this thing coming up in the Greed Ring next week. Wanna go? You don't have to, it's just an idea."

Since you're human, and she both lives and works in the Pride Ring, which is full of sinners, don't expect to EVER be left alone.

She can't risk one of those awful creatures getting their hands on you and hurting you! No, she'll be at your side 24/7, insisting you call her just to be able to leave your house for the day. It may seem overprotective, something that apparently runs in the family, but she just doesn't want to see you get hurt.

"C'mon, S/O. I promise it's not personal. But Pride is full of shitty people with shitty personalities and shitty crimes that got them sent to this shitty place. 'Kay?"

She does care, even if she doesn't always show it all the time. <3

[mysticmonkeybusiness]

Prompt: MK isnt the only one who has nightmares of LBD (featuring: Wukong and or Macaque); given by @visionaryscribe

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The chill is comforting. The Champion is a reckless wildcard, but his Lady’s magic helps him keep a cool head and on target. The mission objectives have increased from one target to eight, but there’s nothing that will stop him from clearing his Lady’s path.

He Knows in his mind, body, and soul, that he needs to eliminate the threat. For the sake of the one behind him, for the future she will make reality, for the Good that she will bring to the world.

The Champion will crush all that stands in her way.

One of the targets spout nonsense, words slipping like molasses and body flickering with glamoured scars. Emotion bubbles up, searingly hot, but his Lady’s magic cools his own and once more settles the world to a sharp icy crystal. Soon the world will be reborn in frost. No more lies or darkness or pain tainting it.  

As it should be.

The enemy is tricky, but hardly a match for him. With overwhelming power he ruthlessly hurls them into the ground, only for his attention to be caught by another daring to look at his Lady defiantly. He doesn’t give the one on the ground another look. It’s neutralized for now, and the other is of greater priority.

He charges at it’s back, the words it’s speaking sounding more like they’re traveling through water than air.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Blood bursts from a gored back and as the warm liquid of life splatters across his face, he finally sees the target’s eyes as they look over their shoulder. Pain. Betrayal. Despair.

Wide hazel brown eyes stare at him, rapidly clouding over.

His hands are warm.

Wukong gasps as he doubles over, shivering despite the hot, muggy weather of Flower Fruit Mountain. Each breath is harder to grasp than his last so he gives up, forgoing it all together. The burning in his chest is comforting, goosebumps rising up beneath his fur from the lack of air. He grits his teeth, leaps to his feet, and starts pacing.

Immobility just reminds him of all that She took from him. His thoughts, his magic, his memories. So far he’s managed to keep just how deep under Her- her control he was, but the others don’t need to know how close their victory was.

MK doesn’t need to know how close it was. If he hadn’t managed to break free-

Wukong violently shakes his head and his tail lashes behind him, knocking several things to the ground that he really can’t care about right now. It doesn’t matter. They won. LBD was stopped. The world is safe. Everyone is safe.

The kid is safe.  

Sharp ringing makes Wukong shriek and throw himself onto a table, creating an even greater mess. The jingle of his show’s theme song finally registers and Wukong scrambles off the table to answer. There’s only two people who even know the number exists and he’s blocked the other one ages ago. Emails are much easier to ignore anyways.

“Monkey King!” MK’s sheepish voice comes through the moment he picks up, barreling right over his (nonexistent) attempt to say anything. “So like. A demon attacked and the shop’s a mess so I was wondering if we could have training be an hour later than usual. No- Half an hour? Twenty- Ten? Minutes? Please? What was I thinking, of course I’ve gotta-“

Wukong cuts him off before he can spiral, feeling fondly exasperated. “Bud, it’s fine. Take the day off, it sounds like you need it. You’ve been working pretty hard recently.” And it gives Wukong the perfect excuse to be alone for a while.

MK is quiet for a few seconds. “…Monkey King, are you okay? We never cancel training. We even trained in that massive storm three weeks ago.”

Nervous laughter escapes before he can stop it and Wukong coughs to cover it up. Infusing the words with as much confidence as he can muster, he says, “Nothing’s wrong. Just think you deserve to have some time to yourself, bud. Been meaning to tell you about it and this seems like a good time.”

And if it keeps the kid away until he can stop seeing his bloody back behind his eyelids, all the better.

“…If you’re sure…”

“Positive!” The smile feels fake, but he does his best to sound cheerful and fine. He’s fine. “Go have fun with the dragon girl. You’ve said you weren’t able to hang out with her recently.”

Playful exasperation and an audible smile comes through the call. “I know you know her name is-“

“Bye!” Wukong hangs up and shudders. He tosses the phone somewhere off to the side and falls into a meditation pose, pooling his scorching magic in his chest and praying it chases the frigid cold from his bones.

She’s gone and everyone is safe. The kid is safe. The kid is safe.

Wukong repeats the phrase, nearly chanting it as he sinks into light meditation. The chill lingers, but he lets the truth of that one phrase warm his heart. He holds it close, like a lifeline.

The kid is safe. Safe from him.

…Isn’t he?

Wukong shudders, the subzero cold clinging to his bones.

The Champion opens his eyes, determined not to have the vision his Lady shared with him come to pass. His Lady Will Not Die. He refuses to allow it.

He Knows what he must do.

[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Female)

Story inspiration here

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

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Chapter 5: Things Becoming a Reality

〰️

The Ornithopter landed on the ground. (Your Name) and Paul smiled widely as they along with the others walked towards the landing Ornithopter. Out came Duncan Idaho as he talked to a few of the other pilots before he turned his attention to his approaching comrades.

“Duncan!” Paul and (Your Name) exclaimed in excitement, as they ran towards the aircraft.

“Ah! My girl! My boy!” Duncan exclaimed in just as much excitement. He caught the two young adults in his arms, hugging them. The pair laughed as Duncan, who was also laughing, lifted them up in the air a little.

“I swear you two are getting taller.” Duncan said once he put them down, arms around their shoulders.

“Well, you smell much worse.” Paul fired back as (Your Name) laughed.

〰️

“For four weeks, I’ve lived with the Fremen. Hidden in the desert, in a community called a sietch. Stilgar, the leader of that sietch, has come with me to meet you sire.” Duncan told the Duke.

“The sietch, how is it hidden?” The Duke asked.

“It's underground. Arrakis is filled with caverns.”

“How big was the place?” Paul and (Your Name) asked, small smiles on their faces. They were obviously trying to hide the excitement they felt.

“I'd say ten thousand people. And there are hundreds of sietches.” Duncan stated proudly.

“Millions of Fremen. You were right.” The Duke said in awe as he looked to Thufir.

“The Harkonnen estimate was fifty thousand on the whole planet.” Thufir stated to the Duke.

“The Fremen watched me search for them for days. I never saw them. Finally, they sent a warrior out to kill me. And I gotta tell you, I've never come so close to dying.” Duncan explained, a proud smile still present on his face. “There's no finer fighter in the Imperium. They fight like demons.”

“Desert power.” The Duke breathed.

The Duke walked up to Duncan, clasping his hand in his, and patting Duncan's arm with his other hand. “Duncan. Well done.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Sire. Their leader has a knife he won't surrender, sire.” A guard informed the Duke.

“It's a crysknife. It's sacred to his people.” Duncan informed the Duke.

“Let him pass.” Leto ordered, with a wave of his hand.

The door opened and entered a man, his bright blue spice-laced eyes almost glowing in the somewhat dark meeting room. He was apparently walking a little too fast because almost everyone was on edge, except Duncan and Leto.

“Stop there. Hey! Hey!” Gurney yelled and Stilgar didn't care as he continued walking. The male pulled his hood down when he came even closer to the Duke.

“Stilgar. Welcome.” The Duke greeted him. “Sir, I respect the personal dignity of any man that respects mine.”

Stilgar said nothing for some time, and suddenly he inhaled and spat on the table.

(Your Name) winced at this, taking a step back, hiding behind Paul. Meanwhile, Gurney was about to take out his weapon, presumably to teach the male a lesson about respect. But Duncan spoke up. “Hold. Thank you, Stilgar, for the gift of your body's moisture. We accept it in the spirit in which it was given.”

Duncan spat onto the table. The Duke spat on the table a few seconds after Duncan, causing (Your Name) to suppress her laugh by burying her face into the back of Paul's shoulders. Paul bit his bottom lip to try to keep himself from smiling at (Your Name)’s action. It didn't work and he smiled to himself in amusement.

“I'm glad you've come. I believe your people and mine have much to offer one another.” The Duke spoke.

“No, no, you are Outworlders. You come here for the spice, you take it, giving nothing in return.” Stilgar finally spoke, his voice gruff. But something Paul only noticed was that Stilgar was occasionally glancing at (Your Name). The glances lasted for a couple seconds and that was enough for Paul to pull (Your Name), who was now on the side of him, closer to him, arm around her shoulders protectively. She wrapped her arms around his waist in response.

“That's true.” Paul spoke up in a whisper.

“I know you've suffered at the hands of the Harkonnen. Not to mention the new sightings of demons.

(Your Name) looked at the group, at the mention of the demons, or as she now knows them, as the Heartless.

“Name what you want. If it's in my power to grant, I'll give it and ask for nothing.” The Duke negotiated.

Stilgar hummed. “I ask for this. Do not seek our sietches. Do not trespass in our lands. The desert was ours long before you came. So, come and dig your spice, but when you have it, go back to this side of the Shield Wall and leave the desert to the Fremen. And about those demons, leave them to the Haris Aldaw’.”

(Your Name)’s attention was brought to Stilgar when she heard the ‘demons’ being mentioned again.

“You will address The Duke as ‘my lord’ or ‘sire’.” Gurney corrected in an angry voice.

“Gurney, just… just a moment,” The Duke paused before speaking again, “The Emperor has given me Arrakis as my fief to rule and protect. I cannot promise not to travel into the desert if duty compels me. But your sietches will be yours forever. And you will never be hunted or harmed while I govern here.”

Stilgar thought for a moment, “That's very honorable. I must go. That's all I have to say to you.” He turned to walk away.

“Why don't you stay? We would honor you.” Paul offered, stopping the Freman in his tracks. He turned to face Paul.

“Honor requires that I be elsewhere.” Stilgar replied, turning to see that (Your Name) was standing next to Paul now, pressed into his side.

“I recognize you two.” He spoke to the pair softly, in his language, nodding to the girl who looked confused.

“I don't like him.” Gurney commented once Stiglar had left.

“Our plan bears fruit.” Thufir inputted from beside the male.

“But it will take time?” The Duke said.

“Yes. It will take time.”

〰️

(Your Name) sat next to Duncan with Paul sitting on the other side of him. Gurney sat onto the opposite side of where they were sitting.

“Here, this is for you two.” Duncan handed her and Paul something.

Paul opened his. “It's a paracompass.”

(Your Name) opened hers and gasped at the sight. It was a crysknife. “How did you get one of these?” She asked, surprised. “These are sacred.”

Duncan shrugged. “A favor.” He replied simply. “Hopefully, you won't have to use it.” He added with a playful smirk.

Her smile grew. “Thank you so much.”

Duncan smiled back at her, ruffling her hair. “Of course, kid.”

“The moons here have a magnetic field so a simple compass needle won't point north. Takes a clever piece of clockwork to sort it out.” He explained Paul's gift.

“Do the Fremen make these?” Paul asked.

“And stillsuits, and sand compactors and all kinds of ingenious things. Including the crysknife (Your Name)’s holding.” Said girl was already twirling the blade carefully with her fingers, trying to get a feel for it.

“What the hell is a sand compactor?” Gurney asked.

Duncan handed the older man something the object looked like a big torch. “That's a sand compactor.”

Everyone around laughed, including Paul and (Your Name), who felt her heart flutter when she saw Paul smile that perfect smile. Paul felt the same way when he saw (Your Name) smile.

Gurney smiled in amusement, “My God, man, you've gone native.”

“You admire them.” (Your Name) stated, looking at Duncan, carefully twirling her new crysknife in her hand.

Duncan nodded at the girl, a small smile on his face, “I do. They're fierce and loyal. They remind me of you, (Your Name).

The girl laughed to herself at the comment, and playfully nudged Duncan's arm with hers.

“They're attuned to the desert. Part of it. It's part of them. You wait till you see it. It's beautiful out there.” Duncan told the two best friends, placing a hand on their backs. The two friends share a look of excitement.

〰️

The next day came surprisingly fast, the sun was high in the nearly white sky, brightening everything around.

(Your Name) was in a stillsuit, walking beside Paul, who was also in a Freman suit. She left her crysknife at her room, not feeling the need to bring it for this mission.

The group arrived at an Ornithopter with a woman standing there, waiting. “The Judge of the Change, sire. Dr. Liet Kynes.” Gurney introduced the woman.

“My Lord Duke. Welcome to Arrakis.” Liet bowed her head to show respect.

“You are the Imperial Ecologist.” (Your Name) spoke up, smiling, “Thank you for the stillsuits.”

Liet turned to the girl, her eyes going wide a little at the blue eyed girl standing in front of her, but nevertheless the woman answered, “They are of Fremen make. The best. With your permission, sire, I must check the integrity of your suit…”

Gurney and some other soldiers pulled out their blades, the older weapons master holding his against Liet's neck. But the woman didn't even flinch.

“Whoa. It's all right.” The Duke reassured Gurney, who backed off. “Dr. Kynes, we're in your hands.”

Liet began checking everyone's suits as she explained its uses, “A stillsuit is a high-efficiency filtration system. Even this early in the morning, you wouldn't survive two hours without one of these. It cools the body and recycles the water lost to sweat. Your body's movement provides the power. Inside the mask, you'll find a tube to allow you to drink the recycled water. In good working order, your suit won't lose more than a thimbleful of water a day.”

“Most impressive.” The Duke commented. Liet smiled and nodded, before turning to look at the youngest members.

“Let's have a look at you, kids.” She began checking their suits but noticed there was nothing to fix.

“You two have worn a stillsuit before?” Liet asked them.

“No, it's our first time.” Paul replied, shaking his head a little.

Liet stared the two, but she seemed more cautious with (Your Name), avoiding eye contact with her. “Your desert boots are fitted slip-fashion at the ankles. Who taught you two to do that?”

The pair shared a look before replying softly and in sync, “It seemed the right way.”

Liet narrowed her blue spiced eyes on the pair, nodding. “They shall know your ways as though born to them.” She muttered in her language.

Not understanding what she said, (Your Name) asked in a mutter, “Are you Fremen?”

“I am accepted in both sietch and village.” She replied to the (Hair Color) haired girl, quickly breaking eye contact with the girl and turning back to face everyone else, “Now, come and see the spice sands on which your livelihood depends.”

〰️

Everyone got into two Ornithopters and both of them were now flying over the beautiful desert.

(Your Name) was looking out the window, a strange feeling stirring inside her as she looked.

“What would you do if your Ornithopter went down out here?” Paul asked who was sitting next to his childhood best friend.

“You wouldn't want to go down out there. It's worm territory.” Liet answered.

(Your Name) looked out the wide window in the front of the Ornithopter, seeing something out there. “Look.” She pointed.

Gurney followed where she was pointing to, “Dust cloud. I see it.”

“That's one of your harvesters.” Liet said, correcting the older man.

The Ornithopter flew more over towards the dust cloud, seeing a big machine producing it; it was a crawler.

“You can see the spice scattered over the surface. Rich spice bed by the color.” Liet explained, “If you get a little higher, you'll have a better view.”

The Duke did as she requested, looking a little too excited to do so, making the best friends smile softly. The Duke flew the Ornithopter a bit higher now, “You see these spotter aircraft looking for wormsign.” Liet pointed to a small machine flying around them outside.

“Wormsign?” Paul said.

“A sand wave moving toward the crawler. Worms travel deep but get closer to the surface when they attack. If you are patient, we should see one.” Leit explained, looking around the desert.

“A worm always comes?” Gurney asked.

“Always. They're drawn by the rhythmic noises.”

“Why don't we just shield the crawlers?” Paul asked.

“A shield’s a death sentence in the desert. It attracts the worms and drives them into a killing frenzy.” Liet replied.

(Your Name) once again looked out the windshield, seeing something moving in the sand. “That's a worm.” She spoke up.

Liet pulled out her binoculars, seeing that a worm was indeed moving in the sand. She turned back to (Your Name) impressed, “Big one. You have good eyes.”

Paul watched the interaction with a smile, pride swelling in his chest. That was his best friend.

“Calling crawler Delta Ajax niner. Wormsign warning. Acknowledge.” Liet spoke into her head piece.

“Who calls Delta Ajax niner? Over.” A male's voice spoke out of the radio.

“They seem pretty calm about it.” Gurney pointed out.

“Unlisted flight. Imperium business. Wormsign, North and East of you. 3.7 kilometers.” Liet spoke again.

“Delta Ajax niner, this is Spotter One. Wormsign confirmed. Stand by for contact fix.” The same male's voice spoke over the radio, “Worm is on intercept course to your position. Contact in five minutes.”

“So what happens now?” Gurney asked.

“They'll call the carryall to lift the crawler. They'll harvest right up to the last minute.” Liet answered.

(Your Name) watched as the carryall tried to unload the anchors but one of them didn't work. When it came out, it broke. The girl's eyes went wide with shock and clenched her hands.

“Shit.” Liet cursed in subtle panic.

“How many men on that crawler?” The Duke asked.

“Crawler of twenty one.” Liet replied

“Our ships can take six each.”

“That's still three short.” (Your Name) stressed.

The Duke looked over his shoulder at the slightly panicked (hair color) haired girl. “We'll find a way.” He reassured her before flying the Ornithopter down to the sand.

(Your Name) unbuckled herself hastily, following after Paul and Gurney.

“Shield generators weigh one hundred kilos each.” Paul informed his father.

“Yes, Gurney, have our escorts throw out the shield generators.”

“Yes, sire.”

“Paul and (Your Name), I want you two at the back of the thropter. Guide them in.” The Duke ordered.

The said girl walked down the ramp, landing on the sand and that same feeling from earlier came back. But this time, it was a calming one. She took a deep breath in and started to walk towards the crawler, Paul close behind.

She raised a hand to her eyes to shield herself from some of the flying sand, without obstructing her vision. She saw people starting to climb down the stairs of the crawler.

“Hey!” Paul let out a yell, waving his hands to gain the people's attention.

“Seven over here, seven over there!” Paul shouted, gesturing to the Ornithopters.

Suddenly, a big gust of wind blocked any sight.

(Your Name) looked around frantically, shielding her eyes with her hands as she stumbled around in the sandstorm.

“Paul!” She shouted, trying to find her best friend.

The wind died down and her vision cleared again. But when she looked around, she saw she was far from where she just was. She looked around in a panic.

“Paul?! Gurney?!” She called out, trying to stabilize her breathing.

The feeling she felt earlier came back. But it was the feeling of nervousness she felt when in the Ornithopter. Then, a sudden weird voice started talking to her in her head.

“Haris Aldaw’.”

(Your Name) grunted, looking around more, her breathing heavy.

Suddenly, out of the blue, the area got dark.

‘What? How is this possible?’ She thought to herself.

((Music: Kingdom Hearts OST 11: Heartless Theme))

She ran across the sand, stopping when she looked up into the sky. She gasped at what she saw.

A dark orb glowing black, blue and pink, flashing every few seconds as a faint white line circled the orb.

“What's that?” She asked herself.

Then, it hit her. She let out a gasp of fear.

‘That was the dark orb that appeared on Destiny Islands when Riku called out to the darkness!’

“Oh no.”

She looked around in a panic, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, dark shadows appeared on the sand and surfaced, transforming into small ant-like shadows, their eyes gold.

(Your Name) gasped in fear. “The Heartless!” She exclaimed, her breathing heavier than earlier. She went to grab her crysknife then remembered she left it behind. “Crap.”

Without a weapon, she started to run. She ran as the Heartless chased after her. More emerged from the sand, now a whole horde of around twenty were chasing after her.

As she ran, more emerged but this time, in front of her. She slid in the sand, slowing herself down. She looked behind her and more Heartless were running towards her. She felt her heart beat faster as fear and uncertainty settled in.

She looked down and saw the darkness, coming out from underneath her feet, like wispy smoke, seemingly swallowing her whole. She panicked and looked around. When she looked forward, she swore she saw two figures standing there. One with silver hair and blue green eyes and one with brown spiky hair and cobalt eyes.

They had their hands reached out towards her seemingly. She reached her hand out to take theirs. But the darkness quickly rose and obstructed her vision. She desperately reached out further towards them but the darkness had swallowed her.

She felt helpless.

She thought she was going to die.

But then, a bright light broke through the darkness and it got brighter and brighter. Eventually, it rid the darkness surrounding her body and she stumbled forward. She stabilized herself and she regained her balance. She looked around and saw that there was no darkness around her anymore. But the strangest feeling she felt was what was in her hand.

She looked down and saw a sword, shaped like a key. Its hilt was silver and the base was gold with a black rubber handle in the middle, where her hand was gripped. A silver keychain hung from the bottom of the hilt, with a mouse symbol charm on the end. She recognized the weapon.

It was a Keyblade.

(This is what it looks like)

“Keyblade… Keyblade…” She swore she heard the voice again.

She examined the key then she felt something else. She didn't feel the slight tightness of her stillsuit on her body. She looked down and gasped. Her clothes had changed.

Instead of the stillsuit, she now wore a plain, black t-shirt, gray shorts with black pieces of fabric sticking out with (Your Favorite Color) and black plaid patterned pockets on the sides. Her shorts were held with a silver belt. She looked down and saw that she had on (Your Favorite Color) knee high socks with white patches on the top, and tall white boots with a wide open opening, the rim decorated with silver studs. Black straps wrapped around the middle of the boots with a (Favorite Color) strip shaped like a ‘V’ a little above the ankle. She felt the new jacket wrapped on her as well. It was cropped to be just below her breasts and it was white with gray and the stripe running down the short sleeves, and the lapels were (Your Favorite Color). The hood was black with small little pieces of fabric coming out, like animal ears. Her hands had fingerless gloves that were back with (Your Favorite Color) on the hems and a silver circle on the back of her hands to complete the look.

(This is what your outfit looks like. The pink parts can be whatever your favorite color is (unless it's pink, then keep it, lol). Also, the artwork is not mine.)

She looked at her new clothes with amazement.

‘This must be the magic the keyblade wielders have.’ She thought to herself.

After she took in her new look, she observed the new weapon in her hand.

‘It looks just like the one Sora wielded.’

Breaking her train of thought, the Heartless emerged again.

Instinctively, she took a fighting stance.

One of the Heartless charged at her. She swung the Keyblade at it, destroying it in three hits. She gasped softly at the weapon's power. More Heartless charged at her and she swung the Keyblade at them, taking them out one by one.

Hitting, swinging, jumping then swinging, dodge rolling away from them, slashing at them.

She ran back in the direction she ran from earlier towards where the crawler was supposed to be, slashing at all the Heartless that emerged and charged at her.

Eventually, she got rid of all of them. But the wind picked up. She heard stomping behind her and she turned, gasping at what she saw.

A giant shadow monster with golden eyes.

“Darkside.” She whispered. She got into a fighting position before charging at the enormous monster. She slashed at its hands as it burst balls of darkness energy at her. As she fought him, more of the shadow Heartless emerged. She fought them all off and eventually defeated Darkside.

((Music ends here))

The shadow monster was pulled into the orb that still resided in the sky. (Your Name) watched as sand was taken upward towards the orb. She covered her eyes with her arms.

“It is… you. Haris Aldaw’ A Keyblade wielder.”

The voice was back. She didn't have much time to contemplate because when she slowly removed her arms from her face, the dark area was returned back to what it was before.

She was now back in the Arrakis desert.

She looked around, breathing heavily. She looked down and saw her Keyblade was done, and she was back in her stillsuit.

‘What was that? Was I still in Arrakis when that happened? Or a different universe entirely?’ She thought to herself.

Then she realized that since she was now back in Arrakis, she needed to find Paul.

She ran back to where she last saw the crawler.

“Paul!” She shouted, running faster. The rumbling of the approaching sandworm got louder. She saw the crawler through the harsh sand-ridden wind and picked up the pace. She felt faster than she ever felt.

She made it to the crawler.

She saw two figures standing by it. One was helping another up from a kneeling position. She recognized them.

It was Paul and Gurney.

“Paul! Gurney!” She yelled.

Gurney looked to the side and saw the (Hair Color) haired girl running towards them.

“Kid! Come on!” He yelled as Paul and Gurney started to run towards the Ornithopter as the worm got closer and closer.

(Your Name) was now sprinting to get to them. She saw them fall and the sand around them sinking a little. She panicked and tried to run faster. The two guys got up and made it to the Ornithopter, running up the ramp.

“(Your Name)! Come on!” Paul yelled in desperation.

The girl ran as fast as she could across the sand. She saw that the Ornithopter was starting to go up into the air, the ramp still out with Paul and Gurney holding on.

“(Your Name)! You have to jump!” Gurney yelled to the girl.

The Ornithopter was already so high in the air that (Your Name) thought she wouldn't make it. But she knew she had no choice. She had to try.

She took a deep breath in, and ran faster than she ever had, and leaped off the sand. As she did, the sandworm started to emerge from the sand below.

“Haris Aldaw’. A keyblade wielder has been chosen.” A haunting voice echoed in her mind.

(Your Name) felt like she was flying as she jumped into the air, like some sort of magic was helping her jump this high.

She twirled her body, the air or maybe even magic giving her more leverage and momentum, making her jump higher. She laughed softly in amazement.

She landed on the ramp, landing with a thump. Her legs bent as she stood, her upper body bent over, one hand on her knee and the other touching the metal ramp. She straightened up and looked up and saw Paul's teary eyes and Gurney’s shocked expression.

There was no way a normal human being would be able to jump that high and seemingly jump up again in midair to gain more height off the ground. That was impossible!

She was breathing hard and she gave a soft smile to Paul. Suddenly, she felt her body weaken. All the fighting, running and jumping up so high, finally got to her. She started to fall forward.

“(Your Name)!” Paul panicked and caught her body before it could hit the metal ramp. The male looked down at the exhausted girl, the love of his life, and felt tears well up more in his eyes at the fact that he almost lost her.

“Oh God-” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers, nuzzling his nose against hers. She let out a tired laugh, doing it back to him.

“Where were you? Why would you do that? How did you do that?” He whispered the many questions he had, moving away from her face and burying his face into the crook of her neck. (Your Name) didn't answer, too drained to speak. She just nuzzled her face against the side of his neck, wrapping her arms limply around him.

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YANDERE!All For One.

A horrifying concept! Thanks, we (love) hate it!

He is ALREADY dangerous enough. Unhinged enough. Having his complete and undivided attention? His INTEREST? His fucked up, Machiavellian, sociopathic lil squirrel brain, COMPLETELY focused on the task of hunting you for sport?

Ha ha... *deep inhale* *starts screaming, never stops*

The man was already a living horror movie monster. Making him a yandere makes him WORSE~☆. Which is GREAT. For us, specifically. The readers. Not for the victim. THEY are fuuuuuuucked. Possibly in the literal sense, but unlikely.

Mind games and power plays are more fun.

The pointless struggle. Possession of something. The resemblance to Self. Because HE is perfect. Other people? Abhorrent. They're Rats. Vermin. Less, even, then that. They are nothing but occasionally interesting Quirks with meat attached to them. Sometimes useful servants and peons, born to be ruled.

But respective PARTNERS?

Gods NO. Don't be disgusting.

He is PERFECT. Powerful. He pulled himself up from the ruins of the early Quirk riots, the first days of those ugly wars, and became something MORE. Ascended. A Dark Lord, meant to rule, BORN to rule, over this new age of Man. It all makes perfect sense to him. He has plans within plans. Stretching out for centuries.

He just needs to get his brother BACK.

End this little rebellion.

It's a set back. Just a set back. And he's being PERFECTLY reasonable about his brothers Quirk. Utterly sane. He's ALWAYS been level headed and rational about family... is what he tells himself.

But he's NOT. He's Yandere AF.

His parents? He doesn't care AT ALL about. They nominally were supposed to control HIM. Uninterested, thanks. But? His weaker little brother? We SAW how he reacted. So I propose? You gotta be RELATED to him. And THEN the Bad Touch Instinct flips on.

Do you ACTUALLY have to share blood with him? No. But it would seriously help your survival chances. But the more you LOOK like him? The closer your Quirk to his? The more you are "him but weaker somehow"? The more INTERESTED he is.

The sort of Yandere he is? Is almost entirely dependent on HOW he learns of your existence. Cause? There is no way in HELL he had sex. At least not with ANOTHER PERSON. He has thousands of Quirks, thank you very much, any need he has? He can settle HIMSELF. Don't touch him.

Keep your filthy, filthy, disgusting paws to yourself.

So if someone SOMEHOW managed to get PREGNANT with his child? :) Well, now. :) he Certainly does have some Very Violent QUESTIONS. For EVERYONE involved. Starting with: How did you get his DNA? And did you touch him?

And once THEY are brutally dismembered corpses? You know, AFTER the child is born. Yandere time! They will want for nothing and KNOW nothing but him. Vault baby 2.0!

But?

Let us say? That the "mother" isn't an idiot. She KNOWS that she Oop's'd a baby with a Fuckin Psycho. Time to RUN. Let's EVEN give that kiddo Self Insert Powers! Cause WHOOPS? "Mummy... mummy I think I stole a quirk." (At least that random toddler seems WAY happier?) Oh SHIT! That's, KINDA DISTINCT.

Uuuuuuuuh *frantic maternal mental math* my babyyyyy.... has.... a....

SUPPRESSION Quirk! Yep, JUST like great *garbled cough* Aiko! Runs in the family, real rare. Looks like a two touch. Once to "suppress" and again to "UN-suppress" RIGHT, honey? *confused child nodding* yep! See! That's EXACTLY what it is. Nothing to see here.

Now PUT IT ON THE FUCKING FORMS.

And? That probably WORKS. For a while. Cause Mother moved them to the DEAD CENTER OF NOWHERE. Where her Quirk won't get her panic pregnant by any SUPERVILLIANS at a fucking Super Strength Thrown down (gdi, what even IS her life?!). But? Really only takes ONE(1) person, don't it?

One person to notice... waaaait a minute.

I've felt this before.

When AfO gave me my Quirk. *Looks at person in front of them*

And? Male? Female? Non-binary? Doesn't matter. He'd be INSTANTLY so, so horror movie creepy.

Suddenly EVERYONE AROUND YOU knows who you are. Is very polite. Your hotel is immaculate. Your food gourmet. People watching without watching. But are you imagining it? You haven't changed anything from yesterday. Why all of a sudden?

He gets the test results.

You Are His.

Suddenly the watchers are GONE. There is only ONE(1) watcher. Tall, broad, pale. An immaculate suit no matter how out of place. Red eyes. A placid face that might as well be carved from stone, for all the genuine human expression it shows. Never there when you turn your head.

Across the street. Atop buildings. In the shadows of alleys.

You can't tell if you're paranoid or your eyes just aren't quick enough. Was there someone just outside the window? Was that REALLY a shadow you saw, cast from the otherside of the door? You live in a safe neighborhood... don't you?

You can't tell if it's your reflection you're seeing or NOT.

Your gut says it isn't. (Says RUN.)

One by one, he'd pick off those around you. What information do they have? Who amongst his loyal can he replace them with? Isolate, isolate. Slowly, ever so slowly. Like a spider weaving a web.

Shhhhhh, shhhhh. Can't let you startle. Have you NOTICE. You'll fight. Hurt yourself pointlessly struggling. Things aren't ready yet. We must continue to play pretend. Go about our little lies. Enjoying the "freedom" he allows. All while he observes. Learns. Refines his plans accordingly.

People can adapt to damn near anything. As long as it doesn't hurt them. Sometimes even when it hurts them. A watcher? That... that never DOES anything? Maybe it's just some Quirk you unknowingly picked up. It's a crowded place, the city. It could happen.

Would explain why it went from lots of them to just one! You got control of it. Yeah. Yeah that makes more sense. (We rationalize away SO MUCH, in this age of Quirks.)

Which makes the fear so, SO much more real. So much SHARPER. When you jerk awake. In your bed. In your room, in your apartment. Where you SHOULD be alone. To a powerful hand, clamped like steel across your lower face. A familiar hole humming against your lips, dead center of a strangers palm.

That's your Quirk.

Why does-?! Eyes flick up as you struggle to breathe. Red, red eyes. White hair. Your face but older, watching you struggle, coldly handsome and deeply masculine. There's only one person he COULD be. All For One. You panic. Have to escape, but you can't get leverage. Scrambling pointlessly at the hand effortlessly pinning you to your bed. Crushing you too it.

Your fingers catch at his suit, his expensive watch, but despite your frantic efforts nothing draws blood. No amount of bucking so much as rocks him. He waits you out. Watching you panic yourself nearly unconscious. Not enough air. Can't breathe. Can't BREATHE!

Coughing, confused, and struggling to suck in air, you finally go limp.

He breaks into a grin. It is the stuff of nightmares. Croons down at you, like praising a pet, that you did good. Calls you by NAME. Oh god, he knows who you ARE. You don't have a lot of Quirks, never wanted to be like him. But you're SCARED. Your hands shake as they come back up.

As though you're going to try and pull his hand away, again.

Palms against skin. You... you try to RIP as many Quirks out of him as you can. Hopefully it hurts. M-Maybe it'll stun him?

He jerks. The grip on your face turns brutal, crushing, then relaxes back to suffocating. For a brief, terrible moment, you were certain you were about to LOSE your lower jaw. He shudders above you. Eyes sliding close he seems to revel in the sensation he just experienced.

Lifting a hand, he runs it through his hair, down his face, his neck. Lightly. Slowly. A shudder. As though he can't keep his hands off himself after that. Please God, let that not be what you think it is, starting to press against you through your covers.

His eyes, when he opens them, BURN.

A hand braced next to your head. The choking scent of his cologne, spiced and musky, burning at your nose. It mixes, like the calling card of something DANGEROUS, with his sharp aftershave. He leans down with the sort of ease that speaks of incredible muscle control. The movement utterly fluid.

A hungry grin, getting closer and closer. Then nothing but mad, crimson eyes filling your view. Your view of him blurs. Tears. All your long muttered plans for anger and sass abandoning you, now that the moment has come. You... you don't feel terribly brave. You feel cornered.

His hand move from clamped over your mouth to holding your face still.

He enjoys the view. Watching you cry for him. Muses in a low voice, just for you, that he wonders... will you try and fight next? His brother did. And you have far more Quirks then he possessed. Should he rip them out one by one? Or all at once? He could give you MORE. Share some of the interesting ones.

But, ah, you'd have to EARN that. Now wouldn't you?

You truely are his child. Covetous and greedy, just like him. Tell him... did it feel GOOD? Did you HUNGER? Want his power for yourself? His greedy little thing~♡

Is he a platonic Yandere? Does he want to screw you through the decadent king sized mattress? Yes. Somehow both. Somehow neither. Honestly? You can pick! He is EXACTLY that level of Weird about it. Just like with his brother.

He wants to croon and cage. Tie them up and discuss the newest research papers. Cuddle like equals yet have them at his feet. He wants to fuck himself. But only his PAST, WEAKER self, whom he can dominate. And while it's PREFERABLE they be into that? He doesn't give a shit if they aren't. Obviously... outside of a quirk? This is not possible.

(God knows he's probably TRYING.)

So the next best thing? Someone who LOOKS very, very similar! He would be OBSESSED. And the harder it was to get them? The more CONTROL he had? The closer they were to being LIKE him? The deeper his Obsession.

This has been my Yandere AfO Talk. If ya'll write anything, for the LOVE OF GOD, LINK ME.