#(I would think that the first birthday was just too soon for him emotionally. But now he's okay. He's 'okay'.)
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They were teleported to the Gemini temple and Regulus was already pushing Defteros inside.
“Surprise! Happy Birthday!”
The inside of the temple was decorated with birthday decorations. Apparently, everyone was preparing a secret party for Defteros’ birthday. It was both Regulus’ and Athena’s idea. Soon, everyone was enjoying themselves and Defteros had a pile of presents in the corner.
“Defteros,” Athena said as she approached him. “Happy Birthday. I know this might seem a little new and strange to you but we wanted to let you know no matter what, you are welcomed here. You are not just a replacement for Aspros. Just like every saint here, you are important to me and I wish you the very best.”
| Continued
♛┊ Defteros was more than surprised at the unexpected teleportation. First of all, he’s never seen an Aries saint, so he had no idea that they could do such a thing as teleportation. As far as he was concerned, only the Gemini Saints had the ability to travel from one place to another with such ease.
Even more, the man froze at the sight of the very familiar temple. His home. His ‘Home’. He thought he would never see the Gemini Temple again, after vowing his life to Kanon Island and his training to become a demon. But he was home again -- and memories of his brother came flooding back. He would have been incapacitated with the onslaught of memories and resurging emotions, but Regulus wasn’t giving him time to dwell on those long-ignored feelings. The boy was on his back, shoving him into the temple - and Defteros didn’t have the will to resist.
As soon as a foot entered the temple’s sacred grounds, a cacophony of sudden noise assailed his ears, causing him to flinch from fright. One would expect a man of the wilderness to react in kind with aggression, but Defteros stood dumbfounded as Saints and attendants presented him with gifts, food, and their well-wishes for his birthday.
Defteros looked like a fool with his mouth slightly ajar, staring cluelessly at the numerous people who showed up to his home to wish him a happy birthday. As the Celebrations went on, Defteros remained muted throughout the entire event. He did help himself to some of the food (it was the scarce season), and he did manage a few ‘thank you’s to stay polite, but he was overall very quiet.
It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate all of this. He really did appreciate the length these people went for such an insignificant day as someone’s date of birth. But something was gnawing away at the man’s mind -- his emotions.
When the recluse did find a small corner of his temple to retreat too, he was approached by Athena. She said her piece, but as she spoke, Defteros began to feel small.
♛┊ “Right,” was the only word he could start with, honestly. He didn’t mean to sound so doubtful, but the mention of Aspros was too much for him. He was unable to hold the Goddess’ gaze, and his blue eyes dropped to the broken stone tiles of the floor. He bit the inner part of his cheek, trying to drown the urge to show any sort of weakness. But, his mind had already went on and thought about Aspros.
It was at that moment he realized how lonely it was.
But he tried not to show it as he forced himself to say something to deflect, but his voice was straining and quiet, “You are... extremely magnanimous, Goddess Athena. It would seem that we all are your precious children.”
...except traitors.
But Defteros distracted himself from saying any more by taking a drink from the cup he held in his hand.
#Defteros;;#starlightofdream#Starlit Lion;;Regulus#Beloved light that chases away cursed darkness;;Regulus [Friend]#(thank you for sending!)#(I would think that the first birthday was just too soon for him emotionally. But now he's okay. He's 'okay'.)#(I'm sure that Defteros would be feeling a lot of things during his first year without Aspros.)#(I mean lol his first birthday alone - I would imagine - was a very wild ride for him emotionally. Most of it being negative)#(I wouldn't think he would celebrate his first birthday alone more than he would be trying to escape reality.)#(So a year after his first birthday I'm sure he wouldn't be trying to fuck himself up with mushrooms or any other natural drug LOL)#(assuming he didn't go and get alcohol with that as well. I can imagine that Regulus and Degel would have been there to watch over him)#(Poor Def would have been extremely emotional the first birthday. But he's 'okay' a year after.)#(Barely okay but still holding on his own to survive)#(thanks again!)
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Duchess of Death!
☠Pairing: Butler! Jung Yunho x Duchess! Reader (f) x Cook! Jung Wooyoung
☠Au: the Duke of death and his maid anime, anime au, noble au
☠Trope: mutual pining, noble/servant
☠Genre: angst, smut
☠️Word Count: 2,136
☠Rating: 18+, MDNI
☠Warnings: the entire sexy body of Jeong Yunho described in various compromising ways, mxm, handjob, mutual masturbation, verbal instruction
☠Summary: cursed as a child to kill anything you touch, you're banished to your family's estate in the country with only your faithful Butler Yunho by your side. He knows of your curse yet does everything in his power to push your limits--just to see your reaction.
☠A/N: To the Ying to my Yang. may we never see eye to eye and always laugh despite of it 🤣🤣 you’re always there to match my level and i never feel more myself than i am with you. We may fight, and sometimes it’s nasty, but I'd like to think that sisters fight the way we do, so that always eases my heart. Please never change, you’re my world, my sun, happy birthday @mejuii
“Yunho!” You call for your butler at the piano. “My oral fixation is acting up again! Fetch me something to suck on.”
“As you wish, Your Grace.” Yunho bows his head and reaches for his pants.
You watch in horror as he unbuttons them and places both hands by his hips, about to pull down his pants, implying--
“YUNHO!” You screech, covering your eyes with your gloved hands. “Why are you like this?!”
Yunho began to button his pants back up. “Why, because your reactions are so cute, Your Grace,” Yunho chuckled.
“I'll cute you,” You say, a grumble and a warning in your tone, “without the e.”
“Oh no!” Yunho covers his mouth in a mock gasp of horror. “Not my hair, Your Grace, you swore you'd never let me cut it. Or do you mean to say you wonder if I'm cut or not? Do you think that changes the texture on your tongue?”
Your face heats up, embarrassment thrumming through your veins. “No, I did not mean that! Stop with your sexual innuendos.”
Yunho smiles, lips only pulled up at the corners in the slightest, his perfect cupid’s bow the epitome of temptation. And you will never be able to feel them against yours because of your damn curse.
When you were but a child, a witch had casted a curse on you; anything you touched would die. So you had been banished to this mansion, far from your family, with only your butler as company. It had been hard at first, to be away from your younger brother and sister but soon Yunho was the only family you needed. He eased the ache in your soul.
“Your Grace, should I prepare the afternoon tea?” Yunho wonders. “Surely you should start utilizing the new chef we hired.”
You perk up at the mention of the new cook but wilt upon realizing you couldn't even thank him properly for the meals he prepared. “No, Yunho, I’ll have my sucker for now.”
“As you will, Your Grace.” Yunho bent at the waist to bow and went to fetch the sweet concoction that would do nothing for your hunger pains.
Wooyoung, unbeknownst to you, is waiting outside the doors in anticipation. When Yunho leaves the sun room and closes the door softly, he shakes his head and Wooyoung’s shoulders fall. All they want is to serve you and you continue to keep them at arm's length--physically as well as emotionally.
Still, you cannot deny that Yunho has your heart utterly in his grasp. Whether he’s aiding you in moving the plants around to capture the sun best, or he’s tucking a blanket around you when you fall asleep in front of the fireplace, too stubborn to move to your bedroom, he’s your constant. He never leaves your side and you have come to prefer it this way. But it is still torture to know that you will never be able to touch, to kiss, to hug the one you love the most.
Then one day, a small reprieve is given to you. You had been walking the halls of your mansion, specifically making your way to the wing that held the wonderful pieces of art your family had accumulated over the centuries. They didn’t hold any value or interest to you per say, but it gave you a purpose on this day.
You scrunch your nose in confusion, tilting your head to follow the complex lines of one particular painting. Your confusion only increases as Yunho pushes into your personal space. In fear, you back up against the wall, palms pressed to the wall. Yunho slams a hand on the wall beside your head and his lip twists into a smirk.
“If I had known you wished to gaze at something beautiful, I would have volunteered myself, Your Grace.” Yunho speaks in a lilting, low voice and you feel as if you’re being hypnotized by your butler.
“Yunho!” You squeak, eyes avoiding his own.
Yunho takes the moment to eye you from bottom to top. If you had bothered to meet his gaze, you would have seen the hunger emanating from them. “What I would give to be able to pleasure you with my own hands…Your Grace.” The formality seemed to be added only because of habit.
You bit down on your lip, the feeling mutual. You breathed quickly, inhaling his dark scent that belonged only to Yunho. “Me too,” you whispered as if you couldn't bear to say it louder.
You hear pitter-pattering of feet, the screech of the sole of shoes along marble, and finally Wooyoung turns the corner. He braces himself against his thighs as he catches his breath. “....you bastard… Jeong Yunho…starting…without me!”
This causes you to meet Yunho’s eyes finally. His eyes mirror your own, wide and worried. “What is the meaning of this?” You demand.
Yunho backs off, but only slightly. “We should retire to your bed chambers first, Your Grace.” He uses his hand to point the way, bowing to a small degree and waiting for your feet to move.
You sent a look to Wooyoung, attempting to read his face, but it’s cheerfully blank now. He sends you a winning smile, however, but it only causes you to grumble. The only way you’re finding out what’s going on is by following Yunho’s lead. You’ve been down this road before.
Once in your room, Wooyoung bounced on the balls of his feet while Yunho stood still. “Your Grace, we have figured out a work-around to you not being able to touch me.”
Your eyes flew open in excitement. “You figured out how to break the curse!”
Yunho winces. “Not exactly, Your Grace.”
Wooyoung whistles, seemingly innocent. “We figured out the next best thing!”
“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow at Yunho.
Wooyoung caught his tongue between his teeth naughtily. “You tell me what to do to Yunho. I’ll be like an extension of your hands.”
Your jaw drops. “What?”
Yunho moves into your bubble, practically cutting off your view of Wooyoung. “I can tell you what I’d want to do to you. You would move your hands to my command. If you willed it, Your Grace.”
“Yunho…”
“Please please please!” Wooyoung begs, poking his head around Yunho’s broad body.
You take a step back and wring your hands through your gloves. “I don’t know…”
Yunho places a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder to halt his movements. “It’s fine Wooyoung. I told you she wouldn’t want to see me in a debauched state with your hands on me.”
Your face flames up and you slap your hands to it. The pure and unadulterated image of Wooyoung grasping Yunho’s cock in his hand and Yunho’s head cast backwards in ecstasy cannot be erased from your mind’s eye.
“Wait…”
“Your Grace?” Yunho cocks his head, always waiting for your command.
“You should show me. A demonstration is in order,” You order.
Wooyoung gleefully giggles and then he’s zooming to your bed. Yunho sends you one more unreadable look and then he is moving towards your bed as well. He sits against the headrest like he belongs there. Wooyoung raises his eyebrows. “Well?”
Oh, right, you had to instruct Wooyoung. “Ummm… unbutton Yunho’s shirt first.”
Wooyoung clucks his tongue at you. “Tell us how you’d do it, Your Grace.”
“I…I would lean in to take in Yunho’s smell and then unbutton his shirt. Slowly.” How were you going to do this and not end up a puddle on the floor?!
“Ooooh!” Wooyoung leans towards Yunho’s neck and takes a deep breath. “He does smell good.” Wooyoung’s deft fingers pluck at Yunho’s vest and shirt until it’s gaping open for your viewing pleasure. “What next, what next?” Wooyoung looks at you eagerly.
You find yourself climbing onto your bed, legs splaying under your body at the foot of it. Wooyoung unbuttons Yunho’s trousers next and pulls him out. Yunho is already hard and impressively long.
“I’d torture him. I’d run my hand up and down his shaft for hours, to hear his pretty moans just for me,” You whisper and then you clamp your hands over your mouth.
Wooyoung’s smile couldn't have been more full of teasing. “Your Grace knows exactly what she wants.” Wooyoung wraps his hand around Yunho and strokes him slowly, achingly slow.
Yunho swallows loudly and lets out a devastating moan. It’s exactly like you imagined in your bed, late at night, when you would touch yourself after a hard day of teasing from Yunho. It was exactly what you wanted to hear.
“Your…Grace…” Yunho attempts to pull himself out of the lust he’s feeling from Wooyoung’s hand. “Please imagine my hands skimming up your legs and playing with your most intimate parts. I want to see my fingers pushing in and out of your sweet hole.”
You press your lips together in nervousness. Could you really touch yourself in front of both Wooyoung and Yunho? Wooyoung jerks his chin, as if to say “get on with it!” and you scowl at him, sticking your tongue childishly at him. Still, you remove your gloves, a wary eye on how far the two men are from you.
You pull your petticoats up, spreading your legs, and let your fingers play along your thighs. They skim and tempt and then finally you reach your mound. You move your hands to your hips to pull down your undergarments but Yunho’s grunt stops you.
“Don’t,” he says hoarsely. “Keep them on.”
You push them to the side instead, wetting your finger along your folds, before pushing one into you. “Wha-what next?”
Wooyoung is biting his lip, tempted by both the pleasure he’s giving Yunho and the picture you’re giving him, fingers inside of yourself. Yunho’s chest is moving up and down quickly, like he can’t catch his breath. “I would bring you to as many orgasms as I could give you,” He growls.
Wooyoung tsks at Yunho this time. “She needs direction, Yunho, not a prediction of your sex life.”
Yunho spares Wooyoung a harsh glare before focusing on you. His eyes follow your fingers and you swear he gains some energy and confidence from it. “I would make you feel every inch of my fingers inside of you.”
It’s your turn to gulp. “Fingers?” You squeak.
Wooyoung grins. “You heard the butler. Better put another finger inside of yourself, Your Grace.”
You groan as you stretch yourself with two fingers. It feels good to do as Yunho says and you get a little excited, pumping your fingers inside of you faster. “So good.”
“Your Grace,” Yunho moans, “Please, can you play with my head?”
“Oh Yunho,” You gasp.
Wooyoung, after a quick nod from you, rolls his palm along the head of Yunho’s cock, causing Yunho to jolt. His hands fist your expensive Italian silk sheets in response. “Your Grace, your hands feel lovely on me. I’m sure they’re soft and small but so good to me.”
“Yun-Yunnie,” You mewl in response. “Need you. Need you so badly.”
“Co-come with me, Your Grace. Let us climax together!” Yunho cries out.
You focus purely on coming from your butler. You thrust your fingers in and out of your sopping hole. You aggressively rub your clit as well, chasing that high that’s just out of the reach. Wooyoung’s fist quickly makes good work of Yunho and soon the two of you are coming together. Yunho’s gravelly groan makes your cunt clench around your fingers and you come with a long, drawn out whine.
All three of you are panting in need but you are well aware that there is no step after this; this is as far as you can go. Until you break the curse, until you can touch Yunho without killing him, this is the most you can manage.
“We’re doing this again,” Wooyoung, of all people, declares. “I’m going to make us food. You two talk.” And with all the energy of a whirlwind, Wooyoung is gone with the quiet hush of a closed door.
You push your skirts down and Yunho tucks himself back into his pants. “Your Grace? Was that enjoyable for you? Please tell me it pleased you.”
You smiled through unshed tears. “It was wonderful, Yunho.”
“Your Grace.” Yunho’s voice is hoarse. He reaches out but lets his hand fall before he can touch you. “We will break this curse. I will marry you and we will be together in every way we’ve always dreamed.”
“I hope so Yunho, I truly do,” You sob.
The two of you sit there, embracing each other with your eyes only, for that’s all you can do. Until Yunho suggests that he touch himself again to get you to stop crying. That is when you choke out a laugh and throw a pillow at him. And all is well in the household of the duchess of death and her butler.
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Hard to Find - ( joel miller x reader)
A/N: I didn’t wanna do it to ya, but something about a dirty sweaty emotionally scarred dilf man...I JUST CANT STAY AWAY!! Anyway this is a lot of build-up and backstory laying and in part two there will be less of that, more action and ~drama~. But for now, enjoy :)
also!! I’ve not played the game, i’m only watching the show as it comes out so no spoilers pls!!
Word count: 1.6K
Warnings: descriptions of the night of the outbreak (a lady gets bitten, puke is mentioned briefly, blood is mentioned briefly), canon-esque action, feelings of being overwhelmed and anxious are described but not heavily focused on, the relationship with Joel is ~complex~
He remembers you from before. He remembers how easily smiles used to come to you and how kind you always were to Sarah.
You are not like that now.
He’s not like he used to be either.
You were with him when he lost her; you saw the unyielding nothingness infect him and the hopelessness settle into the cracks in his skin. Joel changed after he lost Sarah; he was no longer the hot handy neighbor who helped you hang up your Christmas lights every year. He was barely a functioning human at all.
The past ten years, you had tried to be there for Joel when he needed you. He would spill his guts to you, trembling and crying until he fell asleep with his head in your lap, and then wake up the next morning, make you coffee and pretend like nothing happened. Other nights he would call you, take your hand as soon as you walked in his door, and look at you with big, brown, helpless eyes. You would stroke his cheek or rub your thumb over his and he would lean in for a gentle kiss that lead to the two of you in his bed, his hands worshiping every dip and curve of your body, that then lead to him making you coffee and eventually moving in with him. You knew Sarah, and you had known him, and you were the only part of his old self that he could remember anymore. He refused to call you his partner, but keeping you safe was more important to him than his own life.
You didn't really know why you were doing what you were doing. Picking up ingredients to cook a dinner for a man you adored, who you suspected adored you too, but refused to acknowledge it. Often, you thought of just up and leaving the QZ and Joel behind, heading for anywhere else that people might be, in an effort to stifle how you felt about Joel and to garner enough self respect to stop yourself from letting him use you.
‘But I couldn’t leave him.’ you thought to yourself. ‘Why not?’ You argued. ‘If a better opportunity came along wouldn’t Joel just leave you?’ You bit your lip and tried to focus on the rations you were putting in your pack. ‘It’s not worth thinking about. Not anymore.’
“Get down!” A voice rang out suddenly over the market square.
“Shit!” You cursed and bent down to shield yourself using the vegetable pasta stall.
The sounds of a grenade detonating reverberated off the brick and you braced yourself for impact. Debris violently flew through the square, crashing and bouncing all around you. Brick shot through the pasta stall and broke into smaller pieces when it crashed to the ground before you. You whimpered and closed your eyes. A flash from that night, Joel’s birthday, September 26th 2003, played in your mind.
The movie theater.
Midnight Madness was playing.
Your co-worker came stumbling out of the building, covered in blood.
Your first instinct was to grab Joel’s shoulder and point them out to him, ask him to stop.
Joel didn’t stop for the family with a baby, he wouldn’t stop for a grown adult covered in blood.
Your coworker grabbed a woman fleeing nearby and latched onto the screaming woman’s neck. Her mouth filled with blood and it spilled down her turquoise top. The turquoise was so pretty, you recalled. Accented even more by the crimson of her blood. You rolled down your window and puked out of the side of Tommy’s truck.
You opened your eyes. Dust had settled in your hair and over your skin. The market was in shambles around you and the stall behind you was blown to smithereens. The robot FEDRA installed to run the market booths looked to be beat to hell, which put a smirk on your face. Swallowing against your dry throat, you looked to find a way out of the square and back to Joel’s apartment. You found one and started to move towards the street when you heard the clatter of boots upon pavement, working as one unit. You heard the shift of guns in hands and cursed to yourself.
“Fuck me.”
Your only chance to escape was to wait until the firefight started and then run for it while they’re all focused on each other. You turned instead, to the destroyed robot. You hunkered down behind it and pulled your body as close to yourself as you could, making as small of a target as possible. Moments passed in silence, then some angered shouts of ‘Free Boston now!’, and then the exchanging of shots started. You jumped when the first shot was fired and took that as your cue to make a run for it. Your chest pounded as you ran towards the sidewalk, your pack shook from side to side and your heart felt like it was in your ears. You turned the corner away from the market and a spray of bullets marked where your feet had just been. Your breath stuck in your throat and chills ran over your body. Turning from the fight, you fled towards Joel’s apartment. The streets were abandoned already, people safe in their homes, helpless but to watch the chaos unfold in the city below them.
You came to Joel’s building and twisted your pack around to grab your key from the bag. You hand trembled as you tried to fit it in the lock and you almost left it in the door after you unlocked it. Hurrying up the steps towards the second floor, your lungs seemed to be shrinking. Air couldn’t reach them quick enough and your vision was becoming blurry. You turned the corner on the second floor and almost ran to Joel’s apartment. Pressing your hand to the dingy door, you unlocked the apartment and hurried inside, shutting it tightly behind you. You closed your eyes and let yourself sag against the door. You covered your mouth with your hand as a wild sob climbed up and out of you. Clenching your eyes shut, you sank to your knees and tried to catch your breath, but your chest was heaving too quickly. The world seemed to be spinning around you.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Joel’s voice cut through the chaos in your mind.
You felt his big hand, warm and tender on your knee, and sensed him close to you. You opened your eyes to find him bent down next to you, his dark eyes intense and focused solely on yours. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face into his neck and letting your tears fall onto his shirt.
He was tense a moment, then allowed himself to soften for you, his hand snaking under your pack to rub up and down your back. “Tell me what happened.” He whispered.
You tried to force yourself to catch your breath, breathing when Joel breathed and closing your eyes, but the trembling wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry.” You replied.
He pressed a soft kiss to your hair and then pulled you closer. “It’s okay, just breathe.” He shifted you so that he could lift you up, then carried you both to bed. He laid you down softly and then took your pack for you and hung it on the hook by the door.
You felt emotion well in your eyes so you distracted yourself with taking off your boots. A tear fell onto your laces just as Joel re-appeared in front of you.
“Lay down.” He said, and motioned with his head towards the bed.
You looked up at him, all of you tender and vulnerable and raw, and did as he said.
He reached down and took your boots off for you, placing them one after the other beside the front door as well. You watched him and bit the inside of your lip; did he know he was your whole world? Did he feel how beloved he was?
He took his boots off as well and sat them beside yours, then stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to you.
You both turned to face each other once you were safe under the covers and Joel reached for your hand under the sheets. “You okay?”
“I-” You let out a deep breath and tried to keep your breathing steady, “I wanted to make you dinner.”
“You don’t need to do that, darlin’.”
“I know, but I wanted to get us special food to make and-”
“You weren’t there when the square was attacked, were you?!” Joel’s head lifted from the pillow and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He had heard the commotion from the apartment and didn’t think anything of it, you had said you had to work late.
You looked at him with big, watery eyes and nodded yes.
Joel frowned and grumbled deep in his chest. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your torso. “I don’t need to tell you that was stupid.”
You slotted your face in just below his chin and pressed your body against his. Breathing was coming easier to you now. “I wasn’t being stupid, it was just a random attack.”
Joel grumbled again and ran his hand up and down over your back. “Still.”
You smiled gently and took in a shuddering breath. “Next time a secret organization launches a random attack, I’ll make sure I know in advance.”
Joel huffed and pressed you closer. “Good.”
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Dragons' Blessing AU (or, I wanted to see giant dragon Hanzo so I made it happen)
AU details and rambles under cut :D
The "curse" is not actually a curse, but more of a gift for being so devote to the dragons for all this time. The clan elders, however, didn't took it like that
About Hanzo:
At 40 years old, he's a 25 meters dragon hybrid. He has horns and teeth and scales loitering some part of his body, specially areas surrounding his more draconic traits. He also has a tail that is almost as long as him.
He's very different from canon Hanzo. He's mostly innocent in day-to-day life experiences, but extremely emotionally mature, mostly because of his upbringing.
Regarding diet, he tend to lean towards meat of any kind, but he can eat most things a regular human would eat. The only think that is "out of boundaries" is spicy food, for whatever reason, but that only makes him sick if eaten
He's also kind of like a snake in regards of if he eats too much he keeps growing without a limit. He learns this fairly quickly, but not before reaching the 20 meters in height
Despite the was he was raised, he's fairly friendly. Even if he doesn't like someone, he won't even try to avoid their presence, in part because he believes that his perception of them can be changed.
One would say he also has cat traits, in a way. He ears twitch and his tail language is very similar to those of cats. He also is known to take naps under the sun and has an appreciation of sea food. And he purrs, a lot.
AU story:
A long time ago, the Shimada clan was "cursed" by the same dragons they are devote to: the first born of the current head was to be, in part, a dragon hybrid.
Because of this curse, the current head is always planned to have at least 2 children: the firstborn cursed as a dragon hybrid and who was hidden away from the public eye, and the actual heir.
Hanzo just so happened to be the most part dragon there's ever been in recorded history.
He was hidden from a very young age. Hanzo was kept in a small cell under a basement specially made to keep the other cursed members of the clan. Sojiro took care if him by virtue of that being his son, but the moment Hanzo learnt how to eat on his own he dissapeared from his life.
For his whole life, Hanzo was only fed scraps, which made him severely malnourished, and stunted his growth, making him big but not extremely so.
He was also often reminded of his true place, of the curse that laid upon them, and how he was just another proof of it.
5 years after Hanzo's birth, Genji is born
Genji has always had a tendency to wander where he's not allowed. On his 5th birthday, he finds the small basement with the cell, and the dragon-hybrid boy in it. Genji is well aware dragons are important for the clan, so he finds it very cool this boy has dragon traits! Just like the stories!
Hanzo is aware Genji is part of his kin, as he can feel the curse running inside of him. He tries to be nice with him tho, as he's just a kid and deserves none of the consequences for the actions of people before him.
Genji starts sneaking out more and more, spending time with Hanzo. He soon discovers he's never left that cell, and promises him that he'll take him to see the stars once he becomes the head of the clan. Hanzo doesn't have the heart to argue that.
They eventually become close, but Genji is not aware Hanzo's situation is considered a curse, or that he's his brother.
But once Genji reaches a certain age, Sojiro decides to introduce him to the curse, and show him proof of it being real: his older brother Hanzo, half dragon and half man
Genji doesn't take this well: the 5 meters man whose basically became part of his family is actually his family? He's been witnessing his own brother be treated like this and he didn't do anything to stop it? He hides his true feelings but... It breaks his heart. No matter what, nobody should be treated like an animal
More than even, Genji promises to himself he'll get Hanzo out of there.
One day, he hears about Overwatch and, well, apparently they have a talking gorilla! Maybe, if he joins their ranks... Maybe they can help him find a place where Hanzo can be!
Hanzo is not very optimistic about this. His whole life, he's been told the outside world wouldn't be so caring of him. He doesn't know if this "Overwatch" would accept him, but Genji looks so eager he doesn't want to tell him no
Amongst tears, Genji escapes the clan and joins Overwatch
Without the heir, the clan is weak and eventually falls, leaving Hanzo without a way of escaping, and is left to rot in the dark basement cell.
Overwatch falls so much sooner than expected
Alone and without a place to be. Genji is frantically looking somewhere where Hanzo can live in peace. He tries for many years but none of the places he visits convinces him
Eventually, the recall occurs. Genji answers, and decides to explain the whole situation to Winston, who approves the rescue mission for his brother
7 years after Genji left, he once again enters the basement. For the first time since the clan fell, someone enters the basement where Hanzo is still trapped
Hanzo is in a terrible shape. He's bonier than when Genji left, his hair hasn't been cut in forever, he's filthy and has obviously been feeding himself with whatever animal gets into the cell. It's not a great sight.
But the moment he lays his eyes on Genji, he begins to cry, relief flooding him. His brother, his little brother is finally back! He didn't break his promise!
The rescue mission goes smoothly, in most part because Hanzo is really gentle and trusts this strangers Genji trusts, but also because the team was well aware of what to expect with Hanzo, so they weren't terrified of him.
That night, after 28 years, Genji fulfils his first promise to Hanzo, and he can see the starry sky for the first time.
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KAVEH
beautiful
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my baby boy kaveh came home! cocogoat came first but he bought dehya along!
Summary: he simply cannot get enough of you, to him you are simply beautiful. and he can just go on and on explaining how.
Warnings? Non! Just Kaveh being himself <3
Uploaded on my birthday!
Contains Alhaitham and my bbg, Kaveh!
There Alhaitham was, sitting in his room with his nose in a book. Well... it was. That was until Kaveh came into his room to give him his clean clothes, as it was his turn to do them that week. And he had not long come back from a date with you. And my oh my! Alhaitham was convinced at some point he could see hearts in his eyes. He was defiantly struck with cupids bow.
He knew you were beautiful.
Alhaitham sighed, his hand resting on the side of his forehead, "will you calm down and give talking a break for a while? You have been talking to yourself about (Y/N) ever since you came home from your date. I could even hear you from here while you were doing the house chores! Through closed doors!"
"Sorry Haitham" Kaveh said, with a genuine tone, "but they're just so nice! They don't mind if I just talk on and on, th-they just listen! Not saying that you don't, but they- I like them Alhaitham. I really do. I think they're beautiful."
He mentioned that word a lot.
Beautiful.
Kaveh's roommate thinks that he tends to be overly sensitive about everyone and everything he crosses paths with, and he's constantly making a fuss about nothing. Maybe it's because he's too emotionally fragile? That's what he thought, but ever since he met you, Kaveh has been much happier, with a genuine smile. And both of them were Okay with the idea if Kaveh forgot his keys, which that being a lot of the time, he could stay with you for the night. This means Alhaitham can get a quiet night's sleep.
Until there are nights when he can't.
And that was because Kaveh was awake doing his architecture stuff, OR, you had come over for the evening. Alhaitham didn't mind at all, he loves you, and he thinks you're a real sweetheart. But the thing that annoys him is when Kaveh doesn't tell him in advance so that he can tidy up the place to make it pleasant for guests. Which of course you said you didn't mind.
But after you left, Kaveh got a small scolding from Alhaitham.
...
Anyway! Ahem...
"Alhaitham?" Kaveh called out as he stood by the front door inside their shared house, "do you know where I put my keys when I came in yesterday?" he asked, as when he came in yesterday, he was a little preoccupied, you see, it was your birthday soon, and Kaveh wanted to make you something absolutely perfect, something that you will remember until the end of the universe. But amongst making your present, he had realised that he needed something as he was cut short, thus him needing to go shopping. But he needed his keys. Wherever they may be.
"Uh, no idea" Alhaitham said as he was, surprise surprise, reading a book. Hoping that he answered correctly as he wasn't really paying attention.
"Ugh fine, you better be home when I get back!" Kaveh exclaimed, opening the door before leaving with what mora that he had saved up for anything for you. He would rather not be locked outside. Again.
Whilst walking down the busy streets of Sumeru City, Kaveh counted the mora he had in his little pocket purse to make sure he had all that he needed. Until he accidentally bumped into someone, sending them and himself to the ground, some coins falling to the ground with them.
He sighed and shook his head, rapidly collecting himself before looking up to see who fell with him.
And oopsie daisy.
It was you.
"(Y/N)! I am so sorry! A-Are you Okay?" He asked as he got up and immediately helped you onto your feet and collect the dropped mora.
"Yeah, I'm fine" he nodded with a smile and a small laugh, "may I ask what you're in the city for? Do you mind if I join you?"
"Not at all" he chuckled, melting at the sight of your beautiful smile, "I just came out to pick up some things I need for a project. I hope you'll like it when it's done."
And once it is done, he will get to see your beautiful smile once again.
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god i am so rusty
apologies that it is short, it has been a while, life is a bummer
aiya
he’s so baby boy
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Sink or Swim || June
y'all have been waiting for this one! I hope you like it.
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It had been the longest month of your life. Your dynamic with Aaron had changed irrevocably. You were no longer partners, as you had been, whether you acknowledged it or not, but you weren’t not friends, either, even if the relationship sometimes felt awkward and cold as you attempted to renegotiate what you meant to each other. You were more than coworkers, you had a long, storied history— and no relationship outside of work to show for it at the moment. You felt out of place around him, not just emotionally, but physically clumsy– more than once, in the past few weeks, He’d grabbed you by the arm to save you from a fall or managed to catch the box of evidence or file you’d dropped before it could hit the ground. Even though you’d changed, he could still read you better than anybody else. You wanted to hate him for it, but you couldn’t.
You all are loading back onto the jet when he makes an announcement. “Jack has insisted that Alexis wants a half-birthday party,” he smirks. “So I’m hosting this Saturday. Please don’t bring anything— she’s got enough toys to keep her entertained until college,” he jokes. “But we’ll have cake and ice cream, and I know not everyone has had the chance to meet her yet. The kids and I would love to see you there,” he says before settling back into his seat.
He’s at the table with Rossi, and usually you’d be on his left. But for the past two cases, you’ve sat at the back couches with JJ and Emily. They’ve certainly noticed your changed preference although they’ve been kind enough not to say anything about it.
“That’s nice,” JJ remarks. “How long have you guys been planning that?”
“Oh, that’s all Hotch,” you tell her blasely, putting your nose back in your paperwork.
“Jack didn’t say anything to you?” Emily asked. “You’re like, his second-favorite person, after the baby.”
“I haven’t been going by as much lately,” you shrug, trying to make it sound like nothing, like you weren’t crying yourself to sleep at night over it. “Hotch’s got a handle on it, now, so he needs me less.”
Emily looks like she wants to ask more, but JJ cuts her off before she can– you’re grateful, even though you know it’s because she can read the pain in your eyes like a book.
“That must be nice,” JJ remarks kindly. “To have a bit of your free time, your independence, back.”
“Yeah,” you smile disingenuously. Independence has never felt so much like a punishment, you think.
*****
When Saturday rolls around, you make your way over to Hotch’s. You decide that your absence would be more conspicuous than your presence, and besides– you agreed to take some space from each other, not to disappear from the kids' lives entirely. You missed them, and you secretly hoped that they missed you, too.
You knock on the door, silently praying that you aren’t the first to arrive.
“Hey,” Hotch says with a smile when he opens the door with Lexie in tow. The house is quiet– too quiet. Damn your punctual nature.
Lexie is reaching out for you and kicking her legs as soon as her father opens the door. “Hi Ms. Half-Birthday girl!” You coo, reaching for her, and Aaron passes her off to you, taking the tupperware container from your hands.
“I made a fruit salad,” you explain as you bounce Lexie on your hip, “and some fruit purees for Lexie, because she’s too young—”
“For cake, I know,” he assures you. “We miss you, but we’re not that lost without you,” he teases.
Jack comes barrelling in, then, crashing into your calves with a thud.
“Careful, buddy,” Aaron warns.
“I missed you!! Where have you been?” Jack asked, now sitting on your feet with his legs wrapped around your ankles.
“I missed you too, buddy. How has soccer been?” You ask, pointedly ignoring the question.
“It’s been sooo good.” He tells you. I’m working on hitting the ball with my head! Do you want to see?” He asks.
“Why don’t you go outside and practice a little while the adults talk, Jack?” Hotch suggests, and your anxiety spikes.
Jack grumbles, but goes, and the two of you are alone. “Hotch,” you say, trying to pre-empt whatever discussion he wants to initiate, but he forges on.
“They miss you. We all do,” he says, stepping closer to you. You shift Lexie in front of you, using her as a human shield. You chuckle, because it’s ridiculous, and Aaron smiles. “Missed the sound of your laugh,” he mumbles.
“Aaron, please don’t,” you tell him. “It hurts too much.”
“Shh,” he whispers. Your faces are so close they’re practically touching, but you won’t look at him. You can’t look at him, because then any crumb of distance you’ve created in the past month from the love you feel for him will be swept away, and you won’t be able to handle it. You’ll have to transfer and move and start a new life. You don’t think you can take it. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Aaron continues. “You have to listen.”
There’s a knock at the door, and you gasp, taking a quick step back as not to be caught. You finally look Aaron in the eye– he’s torn, confused, upset.
“Don’t leave, okay? Don’t leave until we can talk. Promise me,” he begs.
You’re helpless to resist him. “Okay. I promise.”
The team only stays for a couple of hours, enough time for everyone to snuggle the baby and kick the ball around with Jack and eat a cupcake or two, but with this conversation with Aaron hanging over your head, it feels torturously long. When everyone files out, you seek solace in the kitchen, packaging up leftovers and wiping down counters in the hopes that your sense of duty to cleanliness will absolve you of the promise you made to Hotch. It doesn’t.
“Hey,” he says, meeting you at the counter. “Can we talk?”
“We can talk,” you tell him. He takes a step closer, attempts to round the corner to be next to you, but you put a hand out to stop him. “No.” You command. “I can’t think when you stand that close to me. Sit on the other side of the counter and we can talk.
He obeys, never wanting you to be uncomfortable. Settling into one of the barstools, he takes a deep breath before he starts. “Space isn’t working– not for me, not for the kids. We miss you, terribly. You are a part of this family, to us. Is this really working for you? Is this really what you want?”
“No,” you answer honestly. “Of course it’s not working. But I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do, Aaron!”
“Come home,” he pleads. “That’s all you have to do. You are a part of this family. Come home.”
“I don’t think I can,” you admit in a whisper.
“Don’t say that. Of course you can.”
“I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I can be in your life as not- your-wife, not-their-mom. I deserve to have those experiences, Aaron, and to have them fully. I deserve to be all in with someone, and I can’t when I’m still playing house with you,” you say, and you know that it’s not right, that you walked into this situation freely, that he never coerced or manipulated you into anything, but you’re angry with him for it. You’re angry with him for allowing you to fall for him.
“That’s not what we were. You weren’t ever playing house. The way I feel about you is not a game,” he tells you.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
“I know– I know that Lexie doesn’t know what the word means. But when she babbled mama, it rang out clear as day, and she was right. Hearing you explain to Jack that you weren’t his mom, it felt wrong. Because of course you are— if you want to be,” he tells you.
“When you explained to Jack that you weren’t his mom, or his step mom or his extra mom or whatever other term his friends parents are using, I couldn’t help you explain it to him because all I could think about was how I could fix it. I knew then, that I loved you– and I know you love my children– our children, maybe. I came over that night to tell you that I love you, to ask if we could stop living in this weird purgatory of feeling so strongly without a word to describe it. You asked for space, and I gave it to you. I’d give you the moon, if you asked for it. All I’m asking now is that you listen to me and think about if you could ever love me too,” he tells you, each word tumbling from his lips as if he had held it back as long as he could until the dam burst.
“Oh, Aaron…. Aaron,” you say, coming around the counter and putting your hands on either side of his face. “I’m sorry. Why did you let me say all of those stupid things at my apartment?” You laughed.
“I thought that was what you wanted,” he reminds you, placing one of his hands over yours, wrapping his thumb over the side of your palm. “If you didn’t want me, how could I put all of that– my emotions, not to mention those of the kids– on you? It wouldn’t be fair.”
“It’s not what I wanted, not at all. I wanted you,” you explain to him desperately.
“Do you still? Want me,” he asks, and it’s almost sheepish.
He looks so scared, so sad, so unsure, that you can’t help but kiss him. You could answer him with words, but you needed him to know, to feel how deeply you did. Without breaking the kiss, he wraps his arms around your waist, guides you backwards so he can step out of the chair and wrap you up in him completely. When you pull apart for air, he’s dazed, but beaming– looking almost drunk in the revelation of your feelings.
“Stay tonight, please. We can figure out the rest in the morning. But stay tonight?” He asks.
You smile back at him, and can’t help but laugh a little. “After the last month, you’ll have a harder time getting me to leave.”
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Love Bites: Chapter 6
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Y/N and Joe realised how close they stood near each other and quickly moved apart. However, it wasn’t quick enough by the smirks on the two bassists faces as they looked on at the position they found their lead singers in.
“We wondered where you both got to.” Sav raised his eyebrow at them.
“Just coming.” Joe said, a pink hue invading his cheeks. Y/N and Joe didn’t spare each other another glance as they walked back to the makeshift dressing room, the tension painfully high.
Ultraviolet were on first so the four of them were huddled together, sharing the nerves between them. Little did they know that they were being watched by the other band in the room, the look of understanding on all their faces, remembering their first shows.
“You okay Y/N/N? You seem quiet.” Johnny asked the girl as she was taking a few deep breaths.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, just nervous I guess.” She told him, knowing that it wasn’t just the thought of performing making her feel that way.
“You’ll do great. You always do.” He told her reassuringly, rubbing her arm as they all got ready to perform.
Behind Johnny, Y/N could see Joe watching her. Shooting him a small grin she got a nod in return and she felt all of her nerves melt away for a moment. She internally scolded herself for thinking of another man that way whilst in a relationship. No matter how unhappy she was.
*
The first show went great for Ultraviolet. All of them gained congratulations from the lads waiting for them. The adrenaline rush that was surging through them felt electric. They quickly made their way back to the dressing room feeling sweaty. There were showers in the back that the bands could use so they all made their way through to clean themselves up.
When Y/N finished getting redressed, she saw that Tammy was waiting for her.
“They’ve gone to watch Def Leppard perform. You coming?”
Y/N nodded her head and followed her through the back corridor of the building, the sound of ‘Photograph’ being played brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She had heard it on the album but now the song only brought on good memories from when they filmed the video on Sav’s birthday.
The song got louder as they got closer and Y/N noticed the grin on Tammy’s face. Since Ultraviolet found out that they would be touring with Def Leppard, they had listened to ‘On Through the Night’, ‘High n’ Dry’ and ‘Pyromania’ on repeat and all four of them became fans. The two young women met up with Johnny and Benji, who were completely enamoured with the performance they were witnessing.
“They’re brilliant aren’t they” Johnny shouted as soon as he saw the singer and bassist approach.
“Absolutely.” Tammy agreed.
*
A few weeks passed on tour and all of them were having the time of their lives travelling from place to place performing. Ultraviolet were becoming more and more well known as they continued to open for Def Leppard. The album that had been cheaply put together a few months prior was starting to sell and the band couldn’t be happier.
However, despite all the joy going round so far on the tour, there were moments Y/N wished didn’t have to happen. The phone calls home to Doug were emotionally draining. Every phone call consisted of arguing and shouting, nearly bringing Y/N to tears each time.
Tammy was there for her after each phone call and usually they would talk about it for a few hours. Y/N knew that she had to break up with him. She knew that she could not stay with him whilst he was treating her this way, but a part of her couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not over the phone at least.
The last show of February was happening in Bristol and after Ultraviolet performed, Y/N decided to call Doug and get it over with. After she had spent extra time in the shower, contemplating what she should do, she dialled the number she was all too familiar with. She felt the feeling of dread fill her stomach as she tried to prepare herself for the shouting match she was about to compete in.
“Y/N?” She heard Doug’s voice filter through the phone almost as soon as she finished dialling, he must've been waiting by the phone.
“Yeah it’s me.”
“It’s about time you called, I’ve been waiting ages.”
“I’ve just come off stage, I called as soon as I could.”
“Couldn’t you have called before?”
Y/N took a deep breath, trying not to let the anger inside of her rise.
“I had a soundcheck and to get ready, Gavin has us on a tight schedule.”
Doug didn’t answer and instead changed the subject, frustrating Y/N even more.
“You've been spending a lot of time with those men?” He asked her with an evident growl in his voice, causing unpleasant goosebumps on her skin.
“Of course, all of us have spent a lot of time together. We are touring together.” Y/N told him.
“You slept with any of them.”
Y/N was shocked at the accusation. Doug didn’t need to know about the tall lead singer that had been plaguing her mind since she met him. But the fact he didn’t trust her hurt.
“Of course not. Don’t be absurd.”
“Is that why you haven’t called? You've been whoring yourself around.”
“No Doug, I haven't slept with any of them.”
“You sure about that.”
“Yes. I can’t believe you would even suggest that.”
“I wouldn’t shock me with you.”
Y/N gasped audibly when she heard that. She hadn’t realised that Def Leppard had finished their set and that none other than Joe Elliott was standing behind her.
“I’m going to hang up now. Goodnight.”
Y/N could hear Doug telling her to not hang up on him but she didn’t listen, slamming the venue payphone back on the wall. She wiped away the tears and turned around, noticing Joe for the first time.
“Are you okay?” He asked her softly. For a moment, Y/N wanted to say yes. Tell him that it was just a small misunderstanding and that she would be fine.
But instead all she did was shake her head and let even more tears fall. Joe wasted no time wrapping her up in his arms. Cooing gently in her ear and telling her that it was going to be alright. When she managed to calm down a bit, Joe moved them to a small room with a few chairs in it.
“Talk to me Y/N.” He told her, not unwrapping her from his arms as he sat down with her. She told Joe everything. Everything about her and Doug, about how she was no longer happy with him and how she wanted to leave but didn’t know how.
Joe sat and listened to her as she spoke. He felt his heart breaking for the girl shaking in his arms. He knew that her relationship wasn’t perfect but he didn’t know that it was that bad.
“He doesn’t deserve you Y/N/N.” Joe told her, putting his hand gently under her chin and lifted her head up to look at him. He got lost in her eyes, the most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen.
The two didn’t realise it but they started leaning into each other. Before they knew it, their lips connected for the first time. They both knew it was wrong but neither could pull themselves away.
Y/N felt Joe’s tongue ask for entrance, which she granted immediately. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging gently earning herself a moan. Smiling gently into the kiss, Joe explored her mouth whilst wrapping his arm around her to pull her closer.
They don’t know how it happened but Y/N ended up on Joe’s lap. His lips started to trail down her face and neck before landing on her shoulder. He pushed her t-shirt to the side and started to gently suck, grazing his teeth along her skin.
When the two eventually pulled apart, they found themselves breathless. Gazing into each other's eyes the reality of what they did started to settle in.
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Anniversary (one-shot)
Ghost wasn't one to celebrate any holidays or special occasions.
But König was.
And since they were dating, he had to adapt in order to keep his partner happy. Because, obviously, he had gotten too emotionally involved and would hate to ruin their stable, somewhat healthy relationship. So they compromised, celebrated everything the Austrian wanted except the lieutenant's birthday. It was the only thing he could not stand, by any means. Painful days full of bad memories should not be acknowledged. Ever. The younger man luckily respected that.
The most important event to recognize was surely their anniversary. They’ve been together for nearly two years now, and the first milestone unfortunately happened to occur while both were on separate missions in two different parts of the world with no way to at least contact each-other.
For Ghost, this wasn’t a big problem, didn’t even think about it too much, too busy trying not to die. König, on the other hand, was utterly heartbroken. Upon them reuniting, he cried, a lot, then informed that missing the first anniversary was a bad sign, and they will surely break up soon because they are doomed. Which was a really stupid, baseless assumption. Nevertheless, the lieutenant ensured next year the date is in the middle of their off-duty period. Just in case. Which involved promising he will do some stuff he didn’t necessarily want to do. Like helping train new recruits or taking over half of Price’s paperwork.
The things people do for love!
Right, love. The emotionless soldier never thought he would use such a term in reference to his own, barely existing feelings. Until the weirdly tall, socially awkward, all soft and mushy Austrian showed up and effortlessly turned his dark, freezing cold world upside down. Proved that loving someone did not make one seem any less scary or vulnerable. Ghost actually appeared to be even more dangerous, now he had something dear to protect.
Which also meant he needed to go that extra mile to make his partner happy enough to not leave him, because if he did, he would have to kill him. And losing König would kill him in return. That’s why he had to agree to participate in the younger man’s undisclosed fantasy for their upcoming anniversary. So they both can stay alive.
The crucial for the success of their relationship day had started with them waking up unreasonably early in the Austrian’s apartment in Graz. Neither was ready to leave the bed just yet, therefore they stayed, embracing each-other’s naked bodies under the cosy blanket. Ghost absolutely fucking adored those rare moments when König rested safely between his protective arms whilst there was nothing to worry about since they weren’t in a war zone but in a normal place, in a regular house, in a comfortable bed big enough to fit both of them.
Sometimes he wondered if this precious time turned into reality, would they still be happy? Probably not. It is truly nice, being in this secure, warm bubble, although it cannot be accurately compared to that intoxicating sensation of being in the field, desperately fighting for survival, and killing your bloodthirsty enemies. Nothing feels as good. Not even sex.
-I need you to let go, love. -the lieutenant whispered softly, loosening the hold around the taller man, who didn’t move an inch, his cheek plastered to the muscular chest.
-Why?! -he whined, making his boyfriend smile. Such a big baby.
-Coffee. -Ghost responded vaguely. -You know I quickly get cranky without my morning coffee.
-I know. -König huffed in annoyance, eventually rolling on the other side of the bed, nearly fully covering himself with the claimed blanket to retain pleasant heat. The Brit got up, and instantly regretted his decision to leave the nice warmth. He swiftly put on some clothes randomly found on the floor and fondly glanced at the steaming burrito as he stretched the stiffened limbs.
-Happy anniversary, my pretty beast. -he hummed once ready to roll, pressing a tender kiss to those ruffled hair before leaving the bedroom. And maybe he didn't see the Austrian's definitely smiling face, but could tell it was blushing furiously. König was naturally terrible at hiding his feelings, which was the sole reason for him wearing the spooky mask on a daily basis. Before knowing better, Ghost thought maybe he was horribly disfigured due to some accident, however as it turned out, he was just readable like an open book, and simply hated that.
Nearly twenty minutes passed before the unmasked soldier showed up in the kitchen, not a single piece of clothing his. Shameful thief. The lieutenant was half-sat on the wide windowsill, nearly empty cup in hand, watching the city slowly start another busy day.
-Took you long enough. -he pointed out, shifting slightly so the other man could fit between his welcoming arms. It was a habit for them at this point, cuddling in the morning anytime they were together to absorb this much-needed affection.
-I'm worth waiting for. -the Austrian murmured, pressing his nose into the Brit's neck. -Thank you for sorting out this time off. It means a lot. -added, softly kissing the muscular shoulder.
-All the best for my precious baby. -Ghost responded, his chilly hands sneaking under the thick hoodie as the cheek rested on his boyfriend’s head. -I love you, —. A lot.
König smiled widely hearing the heart-warming confession followed by his name he used to deeply hate, and recently began to enjoy once again.
-I love you too, Simon.
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In the early afternoon, they went to get something to eat, knowing well-enough planned for later activities will drain all their energy. There was this small Croatian restaurant in a narrow alley the two of them discovered a few months back while on a walk, and wanted to give it a try since then, but never got about actually doing it. Until now.
Wasn't a disappointment, no fireworks either. Simply delicious food in a great company. Which was completely enough. On a daily basis their lives were filled with constant danger and unhealthy excitement, therefore they immensely enjoyed those slow, peaceful moments when it was only the two of them and no war.
Despite having plans, there was no rush to return home, so they took a longer route, basked in the sun while holding hands. And perhaps some people kept looking at them funny, however neither cared. Today was all about love, and if someone dared to ruin that, they would surely end up dead.
-Where should we celebrate next year? -König asked out of nowhere, fairly surprising his partner with that question.
Next year?
Next year, they will be together for three years.
He didn’t expect them to go past three months.
-Wherever you want, sweetheart. -Ghost answered eventually, not having anywhere concrete in mind. Constant work-related travelling was enough, there was no desire in him to do it casually in his scarce free time.
-Hmm…Finland maybe? -the Austrian suggested after taking a moment to think it through.
-Finland? -Simon frowned, unsure where that idea came from. His boyfriend always run a little cold, thus usually preferred hanging around warm places.
-What?! -the younger man chuckled, seeing the lieutenant's confused expression. -We're always getting shipped to those hot climate countries, a change of scenery would be nice!
The Brit smiled, playfully ruffled those soft, messy hair.
-As I said, wherever you want. I’ll follow.
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Once back home, they shortly found themselves in the bedroom, both starting to feel that anxious tingle of excitement from knowing what’s about to happen. The unique gift exchange.
-That’s your outfit for today. -König informed, handing his boyfriend a large, heavy cardboard box he had stored under the bed. -Can't wait to see you in it. -winked before recovering another package, presumably containing his costume.
Ghost quickly removed the loose lid and couldn’t believe this was the mysterious fantasy his partner didn't want to reveal. Inside, there was a brown hat, a pair of light blue jeans, real life fucking cowboy shoes, a thick belt with a big buckle and some black leather straps serving an unknown purpose.
But clearly, some kinky shit.
-Just to clarify…you want me to wear…this? -he asked, pulling out this strange, complicated looking accessory. -What the fuck is even that thing?
-It’s a harness, and yes, I want you to wear that thing. -the Austrian sighed once he got up from the floor. His partner had a rather unhealthy tendency to have a negative attitude towards trying new things. He was surely working on it, however still struggled to show enthusiasm at times.
-How am I supposed to put it on? -Simon frowned, closely examining the confusing object.
-You’ll figure it out babe. It’s actually pretty straightforward. -the younger soldier smiled, reassuringly patting the lieutenant’s shoulder as he passed by towards the exit, heading to the bathroom to change.
-I doubt. -the Brit muttered under his breath.
-Just give it a try. -König rolled those pretty, slightly annoyed eyes, and promptly left the room, leaving Ghost alone with this strange contraption.
Somehow he managed to put it on, mostly because it was “actually pretty straightforward”. He felt a little stupid wearing such a ridiculous costume, although damn, it truly looked good on him. Every single piece fit his muscular body perfectly, creating a really fucking weird image of a BDSM loving queer cowboy. But yeah, hats off to that sneaky Austrian for secretly getting correct measurements.
As instructed, once ready, Simon sat down on the bed, awaiting his boyfriend’s arrival. The excitement was prominent at this point, flowing through his veins and making that fat dick of his slowly harden. With every passing minute he grew more and more impatient to see what the other man chose for himself.
And oh, when those doors finally opened, his jaw dropped all the way to the ground, overstimulated brain immediately crashed.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck.
There was a skirt. A very fucking short skirt. Black skirt, white shirt. Tight shirt, shiny logo, babygirl. Stockings, see-through, high leather platforms. Very high. So tall. Skirt so short.
Leather collar.
-Speechless much? -König grinned, more than proud of himself for breaking his lover’s mind, and fucking delighted Simon obediently put on this ravishing outfit that made his own penis twitch.
-Babygirl… -Ghost swallowed heavily, his throat suddenly dry, brain barely operating, cock wildly hard. -How…how did I deserve this… -he blurted, struggling to comprehend the unbelievable sight. This was beyond sexy. All his instincts screamed to get up right fucking now, press that indecent man to the nearby wall, pull his slutty skirt up and fuck deep into that juicy ass.
-You’ve been treating me very well lately, daddy. -the Austrian fucking purred, slowly approaching the other soldier, short skirt shamelessly swinging in tandem with those narrow hips. -Is it okay if I repay your kindness? -asked as he heavily dropped to his knees, right in between the lieutenant’s spread legs, greedy hands already sliding through the thick thighs towards this visibly strained zipper.
-Please do. -the Brit whispered, further shocked by a sparkly headband entangled in the younger man’s strands, surely preventing them from soon falling into his eyes when he finally leans down to suck that needy dick he’s been trying to free for a painfully long time. Clearly on purpose. -You’re pushing your luck, princess. -Ghost growled as he firmly grabbed his partner's chin and pulled his confused face up. -You're so fucking pretty sweetheart, but for fucks sake, suck my dick already. -he ordered. The response was immediate, König released the prominent erection from its confinement, squeezed the wide base between his fingers and teasingly licked a long stripe before swallowing the hard shaft. Fuck.
The sound that escaped Simon’s throat was way too loud, accurately described the utter pleasure resonating through his body. His head instantly flew back, one hand instinctively held the sliding hat while the other cupped the back of the younger soldier’s moving neck.
-Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good at it. -he groaned, letting himself melt into the blissful act. That was his favourite part of sex, having that sleek tongue explore his length, silky throat contract on his swollen tip, hot breath dance on the sensitive flesh. Blowjobs were the best, and ones given by his partner?
Fucking divine.
Didn’t take long for him to feel the orgasm build. There was also no reason to hold back. After all, neither liked a long game, quick and dirty was their forte. That’s why not hesitating a bit, when he was at the edge, he pressed his lover’s head down and with a loud moan spilled inside, in a much more powerful manner than usual, causing the other soldier to start choking. Getting further aroused by the visibly struggling, squirming man, he didn’t let go until his leg got patted three times, a sign whatever is happening needs to stop immediately.
-Daddy! -the Austrian whined after coughing his lungs out and finally catching breath, his eyes beautifully watery, palm slowly travelling to his pulsating manhood, giving it a suggestive squeeze. -Help me.
And just like that, Ghost’s sanity nearly offed itself, held together solely by desperate need to violate this disgustingly erotic individual driving him mad.
-Get up sweetheart. -he instructed, and König obediently rose to tower over the older man. He was already really fucking tall, but damn, in those platform shoes his painfully erect penis was in the straight line of sight. -Good girl. -Simon praised his boyfriend as his finger slid through the sleek stocking and curiously pulled up the short skirt, revealing a sizable bulge tightly hugged by a black leather thong. With satisfaction he licked his lips before, without a warning, sucking onto that covered flesh, nearly making his lover drop back on the floor when his knees gave up momentarily.
He could feel those large hands desperately grab his hair and clench them tightly, a subconscious reaction to being overwhelmed with pleasure. The quiet, frequent noises the soldier started producing were going straight to Ghost’s dick, causing him to want more. So he reached towards the back, between the muscular cheeks, and nearly fucking lost it.
There was something there.
A plug.
-Enough. -Ghost barked as he abruptly pulled away, fully ready to go again. -I’m gonna lose my shit if I don’t fuck you right fucking now. -informed while swiftly getting up and joining their lips in a heated kiss. His arms wrapped around the waist, sneaked under the cropped shirt, thigh forced itself between those long legs. Their clashed hips quickly began to rub each-other, greedily chasing that insanely pleasurable friction. -You may wanna remind yourself that safeword of yours, babygirl. -the lieutenant whispered into his partner’s steamy mouth when he broke the kiss as his fingers returned to that interesting toy, started to slowly take it out. The Austrian whined so prettily in response, Simon couldn’t stand not being in him anymore. He removed the obstructing plug in one smooth move, roughly turned König around and violently pushed him towards the wall. -And if you can’t talk, you clearly know what to do. -he grinned once close enough to speak into the younger man’s ear. And then, without further ado, lined himself up and buried deep inside his shocked boyfriend's ass.
Who surely had an idea of how lucky he was that his hole was somewhat pre-lubed, otherwise the Brit would be mercilessly pounding him raw.
-Daddy, please, it hurts! -he cried out, his legs shaking so bad, the lieutenant struggled to hold him up as his fat cock penetrated the tight hole. Ghost didn’t say anything, only slid his hand from the waist to that rock hard bulge, began to squeeze it through the leather, providing his lover both pain and pleasure. An intense mixture that clouded his barely coherent mind, overpowered all his overstimulated senses and eventually, made him come into his underwear.
The power of König’s orgasm nearly forced Simon’s when the contracting insides crushed his penis, but knowing it would take long to recover after two closely spaced releases, he managed to withstand the ecstatic wave without finishing. And it wasn’t easy with those euphoric whines echoing in his spinning head.
-Babygirl. -the older man hummed softly, seeing tears roll down his boyfriend's flushed cheek. -You okay sweetheart? -asked while gently pulling out of the crying soldier. The quiet "yes" assured this is simply a reaction to being emotionally overwhelmed, and he, in fact, did not seriously hurt the person he loved. So they could happily continue, which was great, because he had a fun idea. He took off his stupid hat and put it on the surprised Austrian's head.
-You’re the cowboy now, princess. -the lieutenant informed as he walked back to the bed he lied himself on, his half-erect cock on full display, one hand slowly masturbating it while the other grabbed a bottle of lube and threw it onto the mattress. -Ride me.
König's glossy eyes instantly went wide open. He quickly removed the dripping with cum thong and eagerly climbed over his groaning partner.
-Stop touching yourself, I want to. -pouted, making Ghost laugh at that comically offended expression.
-All yours, baby. -he winked, letting go of the hardened shaft, his fingers promptly replaced with heavily lubricated ones. The cold liquid spreading through the sensitive flesh felt heavenly, caused him to forget shame, and neighbours, exist. Moans filled the room, soon joined by the Austrian's whimpers as he impaled his wet hole onto that fat penis. Looking at his tall, muscular man's back arch in pleasure while he fucked himself on his dick, Ghost once again approached the edge, began to lose his balance. And when that slutty skirt started to rise, pulled up by the rapidly growing erection, he had to fight very, very hard to last a little longer.
-Daddy, touch me! -König whimpered, his movements so erratic, he had to be close too. Not wasting any time, Simon reached under the skirt, closed his palm around the sticky shaft and began to jerk it violently, hoping for them to finish together.
Soon, his wish got granted. The Austrian bottomed down, overstimulating the Brit's cock, making his hand clench on the penis it held. The two soldiers came nearly simultaneously, their bodies trembled at the euphoric sensation, lips blindly joined in a desperate, messy kiss while they spilled inside and out.
Once this blissful feeling of release passed, the energy seemed to have left alongside. König barely managed to lift himself up before dropping onto the pleasantly cold pillow.
-My ass hurts. -he complained, trying to send Simon a nasty look, but was too content to be mad. The sex was rough and painful however he hated it any other way. Consequences sucked though.
-I’m not sorry. -Ghost snorted, taking the hat off his partner’s sweaty head. -Why do I feel like you put me in this idiotic costume just to have a laugh? -he then asked, examining the accessory closer. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a cheap toy, the quality was excellent.
-Because I absolutely did! -the Austrian grinned, so very proud of himself for successfully pulling that out. -I wanted to see you as a cowboy, and I knew you wouldn't say no for our anniversary. You did look hot tho!
-You cheeky bastard! -the older soldier laughed as he pressed that hat back onto his laughing boyfriend's head. -Actually, speaking of the anniversary, I have an additional gift for you. -he informed, reaching for something he hid earlier in the night stand drawer and placing it in his partner’s hand. -There you go.
-...what…Simon? -König gasped, in shock gazing at a small, elegant black box he slowly opened. Inside, there was a silver ring composed of several connected skulls, which looked oddly familiar. Upon closer observation, he quickly recognized these as exact replicas of Ghost’s mask. It was so fucking adorable, his poor heart nearly exploded.
-Don’t get any stupid ideas. -the lieutenant huffed, suddenly realising this looks a lot like a proposal. -It’s just so you don’t feel insecure about our relationship every time we’re apart. -he clarified, feeling himself blush involuntarily regardless. They never spoke about ever getting married, although considering how strong their connection was, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to open the subject sometime soon.
-I…thank you. -the younger man smiled softly, unable to stop staring at this amazing gift he truly didn’t expect. -That’s so thoughtful. -whispered, barely holding back happy tears. He couldn’t believe his terrifying, merciless, emotionally distant lover cared for him this much. Didn’t feel real. -C-can you put it on for me?
-Of course. -Ghost agreed, gently grabbing the Austrian’s left palm to put the ring there. -We’re solid now, yeah? -he confirmed once done, with satisfaction looking at the perfectly fitting, clearly visible sign of belonging decorating his boyfriend’s finger. König was full-on sobbing at that point, overwhelmed by pure joy to the point he barely managed to respond:
-Yes. Yes we are.
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Let’s talk: Busan and what came after
by Admin 2
Hi guys!
After waiting in a limbo for four years we finally got the answer, being that the members will go to the military after all, as announced by HYBE a few days ago. I have a feeling that everything is slowly coming together like a puzzle into one whole picture. Of course we could speculate in which order they’ll go, who will go to which type of service and for how long, but I don’t think there really is any true point in that, instead it’s better to just wait and see. We’ll find out soon enough. One thing is clear that Jin will begin this new phase since we will have to say goodbye to him before the end of the year, by the end of this month even. Because of that we’ll be getting Jin’s solo song, The Astronaut, very soon.
With Admin 1 we had a few speculations about the song, the most logical (based on both going to LA at the same time, more or less) that Namjoon would be involved in the song, but we certainly didn’t see Coldplay coming at all. It’s yet another surprise no one had any idea about which only goes to show, once again, that speculating is fun but ultimately pointless. We’ve read at least snippets of the lyrics that were revealed with the album last night and it’s so romantic, and of course officially it’s said to be for ARMY but unofficially? We’ll never find out. So here, too, we won’t speculate about the song but instead wait until the song comes out next week and we get to listen to it and find out more about it from Jin. But looking at stores in our area it’s a bit shocking to see that Jin’s single album will cost about as much as WINGS does. Nonetheless we’re very curious about the song, its MV, and the pictures within the album.
And now a few words about what we got to see last week below the cut:
Starting with Jimin’s birthday. We might not have made a post about it, like we didn’t for JK and Namjoon either, but of course we wished him a happy birthday on social media and thought about him lots. We both thought Tae wouldn’t post anything again, just like he did last year, so we were only so much more surprised that he posted something and that he was the last one. Finally we got another vmin selca which made both of us yell in joy and surprise, even more so when looking at Tae’s emoji choice. And then to make it even more WOW Jimin reposted the wishes to his IG story, the first time he’s ever posted one (and he didn’t repost anyone else wishes, just Tae’s), and Tae went on to like Jimin’s birthday post on IG. The next day Tae also posted a picture of a Jimin bus with Jimin’s head in the frame as he was looking out of the window at the bus. So many cute interactions.
The Busan concert. Unfortunately neither of us was in Busan so we watched the livestream instead which meant that we, too, had to suffer through weverse and naver giving up and thus missed out on at least 3 songs which was very upsetting. So we’re thankful to vminies who were at the concert who caught all the cute vmin interactions and shared them with us, especially since there was quite something to catch.
As for the whole group itself, they presented themselves quite maturely and powerful on stage. You can feel that they are grown men and not a group of boys anymore. Sure there is still that freshness and enthusiasm for performing and giving their best, that they are still loving it and having fun, but their behavior and visuals have evolved and matured alongside them.
Since Tae is my bias I’ll start with him and I’ll admit that I’m very proud of Tae, who in my opinion has evolved quite a lot vocally since we last heard him at the Las Vegas concerts. He’s truly using his voice like an instrument and in a way that he knows exactly how to move us emotionally and how to touch us. His voice is completely different from the other members. I’ve seen a few snippets from the rehearsals where Tae showed us his opera like singing and it was brilliant, if he wanted to, he could take up a role like that, too.
All the members were brilliant, really. It was sad though that Jin had issues with his throat leading up to the concert and you could see it in a few spots that his throat was giving him a bit of a trouble still. I certainly didn’t expect him to announce that he would have a song next, since word was that it would be Namjoon or Yoongi, but it was a very pleasant surprise that had us very excited.
Speaking of Namjoon, I’m not sure where to start. Be it his mature look or his incredible stage presence that’s truly unmatched. Namjoon, more and more with each concert, grows when it comes to his presence and the way he carries himself, so much so that it seem like he’s more confident about himself and his looks, his talents. His aura is very striking. Along with Yoongi he doesn’t need to do much on stage and yet he still commands your attention effortlessly. The whole package he presents is truly something else and in a way it only makes me so much more excited for whatever he has waiting for us when it comes to his solo work in the future. I’ll admit that after Tae, Namjoon is next in line visually for me. He’s gorgeous, but a tiny bit less than Tae since Tae is above everyone.
As for Yoongi and Hobi, when those two stand on stage alongside Namjoon, it’s an absolute feast, it’s like a heavy train that gets more and more momentum and takes you along for an unforgettable ride. I love those three together on stage. I don’t know how Yoongi manages to rap so fast without getting out of breath or looking like it takes any effort at all, and how someone as small as him can fit just that much energy and power into himself. And also how much someone so calm and kind and warm can still also have this force that’s very much to be reckoned with inside of him. Hobi, after releasing Jack in the Box and performing at Lolapalooza, has gained even more confidence and transformed his presence. The choices that were made when it came to his outfits and his hair, truly whoever decided that style for him deserves a raise because he was absolutely impeccable.
JK like JK was solid as he always is and didn’t disappoint in any kind of way. Unlike many, or most, I didn’t quite like what was done to his hair for the concert, but each their own. He, too, stood very maturely and confidently on stage and was eye-catching in his presence and vocals.
Jimin. You could still see that happiness from his birthday and from being in his hometown radiate off of him and carry him across the stage with so much energy and that signature dancer prowess. He was in his element beginning to end and didn’t falter even once, and he got so happy and surprised when ARMY started to sing Happy Birthday for him, albeit very out of sync but that just adds to the charm. And as much as I like black haired or blond Jimin, I don’t quite understand his current hair color choice and when I saw him with his hair hidden I quietly hoped he might’ve changed it, which he obviously didn’t. But the hairstyle itself suits him so well and I really like this longer hair on him a lot.
Vmin at the Busan concert. I don’t even know where to start but fkdmwexf While all the members were doing their proper ending pose for RUN BTS, it seemed like vmin were overcome with joy and the need to share that with each other since, instead of doing the pose as well, they decided to hug and then seemingly fall to the floor together once the lights were off. No idea what else they were doing, if anything, but the fact itself just left us speechless and gave us butterflies. But I’ll admit that as much as that made me, as well as Admin 1, scream and squeak in excitement, just like many other smaller interactions that vmin shared, my absolute favorite moment was during the dance break in Butter. When they danced with Hobi, Tae and Jimin shared these big, happy, radiant smiles with each other. And another one that also made my heart flutter was when Jimin smiled at Tae and Tae got so cutely flustered and shy. And vmin were just so vmin during this concert. They were just so happy to be on stage and to share this with the members and each other. You could just see that they were simply doing this for each other, and that’s just so cute and this wonderfully gentle thing between them, so wrapped in fondness and the uniqueness of their bond.
Let’s not even talk about their interaction during Zero O’Clock during rehearsals where they first held hands (where it also looked for a moment like Jimin wanted to kiss Tae’s hand), then Tae caressed Jimin’s cheek and then pat his head before walking away before turning back and smiling back at Jimin, because I have no words still. It was just something they did for each other and not for the audience since there was none, except for their staff, since it was a rehearsal after all. From what we could see of the rehearsals there were quite a few interactions between them, ranging from just shared glances to actual small touches and silliness. It just highlights once again how close they are.
And then once you use hindsight and look at those moments with the knowledge we have now, as in that this was their last concert as seven until 2025 because of enlistment, then that only makes them that much more special. Their emotions must’ve been crazy and to know that they felt the need to share those moments with each other and make them their own, especially in Jimin’s hometown just after Jimin’s birthday, it truly shows you that there is no other bond quite like theirs.
Perhaps we should also soon talk about Jimin’s photobook since I have a lot of thoughts and theories on it, but that’ll come next time.
Lastly shout out to Admin 1 for editing this post a little which didn’t have any influence on the actual content just the language. Since they have more of a way with words than I do.
Talk to you next time!
#BTS#vmin#yet to come in busan#taehyung#namjoon#jimin#seokjin#jungkook#yoongi#hoseok#admin 2#jin the astronaut
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tbh i think i finally cracked a nut I've been teething in for a while.
For the story to work Pavo has to be Far more eager to radically change his relationship to Esti than I think a man as stubborn as him would be. He's practically raised Esti and has trained him in everything Pavo Could train him in. For over a decade Esti has been such a fixture in his life that people are surprised to see one of them without the other if there's not a Really good reason for them to be apart.
And the cracking came because like. Pavo is not a man who can handle nuance well. He needs things to be emotionally simple and uncomplicated and to fit neatly into his hyper-toxic masculinity poisoned view on reality. Things that don't fit are to be destroyed discarded or broken down until they do.
His relationship with Esti Was simple. Of course a mentor would be proud of their apprentice and want boast about them at every turn and to spend as much time with them as possible. Of course they would want to push themselves to be a better example for them and to protect them from everything and to devote a massive amount of time and thought to them.
Even if Pavo would never admit it, not even to himself, he loved Esti like a son. And that was easy when Esti was still a child.
Esti grew up. He needed Pavo less and less as he became more independent and a man of his own.
And that terrified Pavo in a way he would never be able to put to words. Esti wasn't his son. He was his apprentice. there would be a day they'd have to say goodbye and even if Esti Swore he would visit. Why would he? They didn't share blood. Esti had no reason to butter him up for an inheritance. No younger siblings to come be a roll model for. Why would a grown man spend time with another man when there was nothing in it for him? Pavo would never admit how much being alone scared him. He'd been Fine alone before Esti. He'd be fine again.
Why would he want to see Esti again anyways? He taught him everything he could. Esti had been a chore. Pavo should be happy to soon be free of the responsibility of raising another man's kid.
He told himself that but he still wasn't. and for a guy so scared of his own feelings that was unacceptable. It was too complicated.
And then the party came around. The last birthday Esti would celebrate in this village, and the first one Pavo would celebrate with him. Pavo had always tried to make sure Esti had a life beyond his training, friends and acquaintances and those he would get sweet on from time to time. People he could spend time with and celebrate alongside. So Pavo had never been to give him a space free of his mentor.
The night went well, Esti lost a lot of his nerves the further into a bottle he got. All that doubt just spilling off him. Pavo had never seen him properly drunk, only ever the hangovers after. He'd rarely seen him so unconcerned and happy and open with his thoughts. Impulsive instead of constantly wrapped up in a knot of indecision.
Esti would be leaving in a weeks time. Pavo waited for the clock to strike midnight to congratulate him on becoming a man. he'd been an adult for years, but not a man so long as he lived under his mentor's wing.
Esti had stared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. And then Esti was in his lap. Gangly legs either side of Pavos and thin but still strong arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. Kissing him like they were too long separated lovers.
And that was it. That was what Pavo needed when his heart was aching. not necessarily the kiss, but the closeness and touch and Esti there with him and not leaving him behind. He hadn't really ever thought of his apprentice in a sexual light. the odd intruding thought but nothing he ever actually considered acting on.
But now. Now it was a way to twist and recontextualize things. It was a reason to cling to Esti and hold him close and keep him and never have to say goodbye. It fit right in with Pavo's view of the world. He was strong, and despite everything Pavo had done to train and teach, Esti was still so very weak. He always would be because of his half blooded nature. He was weak, Pavo was strong. The strong protect the weak, the weak serve and thank the strong.
This was how Pavo would justify refusing to let Esti leave and clinging to him for as long as possible.
#hi im upset and angry about the bank thing and needed to think gay thoughts to calm down.#anyways i think esti needs a celexa script#pavo does too#like pavo also needs a shrink and a few years of counseling to work through some stuff but the meds would Really help#Esti mostly just needs the meds. Pavo did a good job with him for the most part sonhe isnt too screwed up besides the chronic anxiety#which is itself half genetic. his mother is a nervous wreck too. and half the result of regularly being around people who make a point#of telling him they would kill and eat him if Pavo wasnt in the way. or that if Esti were Their apprentice they would have killed him#years ago and its a miracle Pavo hasnt had himself a snack yet#Hes too human to be accepted by demons and too demon to be accepted by humans#thats the main sort of brain poison hes dealing with
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Howdy!!!
It's been quite a while.
I'm sorry for the sudden disappearance with no communication.
Truth is...I've been through a lot...For so long I have been trying to bury my past...to the point it become too much to Handle.
So...I have decided that I will tell you the story of Serenity Songbird.
It's not just for the sake of my mental health. It is also for the hope that you may read this and learn that sometimes...you have to face your fears if you want the pain to stop.
By the trigger warnings, you will most likely know the issues already.
FYI. You don't have to read. This is mainly for me to get out all my frustrations, fears, and sorrows.
Below contain triggering topics like: Rape, Attempted Suicide, Self Harm, Child Abuse & Neglect, Bullying PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression.
If any of these topics bother you. Stop reading.
This is mainly an Autobiography to lift the load of my chest and aid in my recovery.
Beware. This is going to be long...
My name is Serenity Song.
I have been described by people who me know as:
Creative
Kind
Loving
Loyal
Weird (But in a good way)
Funny
Shy/Timid
Happy-Go-lucky
Talented
And definitely a doormat..
I grew up in the suburbs. Nice neighborhood. Great neighbors and long time friends. I have 2 parents who love me and 2 brothers who, definitely could be annoying at times, but of course we loved each other in our own sibling way.
For the first 12 years..I was happy. Sure it had it's ups and downs with my parents having arguments every other day. Being punished and beat for the stupid things we all do as children.
It wasn't so bad...Except for the fact that I was constantly bullied and told how much of an ugly freak I was. So I definitely didn't have self esteem back then.
But I managed to endure it...After all...
Kids are cruel and if you are being bullied, it's your fault. So. Just. Be. Normal. "It's not a big deal."
...
*Well...there's trauma number 1.*
Because bullying is never okay. It shouldn't be normalized. And yes. It. Is. Traumatic. And it is NOT. Your. Fault.
Then, I turned 13 close to the end of my 8th year in middle school. The bullying stopped. I was so happy. Not only that but was I going to be a high schooler schooler soon! And I was to go into it with a boyfriend!
**Introducing trauma number 2.**
I was excited......But I couldn't enjoy it for long because my life went down into flames.
My very first boyfriend left me for my best friend. He broke up with me over text...on Christmas Eve...the day. Before. My. Birthday.
I found out after winter break. My friends, who were hesitant to tell me, said they were dating.
I felt so insecure and hurt that I confessed not to one but 2 of my closest friends. Not out of love, but desperation. But I didn't know that at the time.
That hurt. He not only got over me so easily, but I found out she confessed to him after we started dating and got together immediately after breaking up. Yet, because of the fact that I had very few friends to begin with, I didn't say anything. I just smiled and congratulated them. Because we are Best Friends...
Yeah right.
The first one, lasted two weeks. I just realized I didn't have feeling for him. We stayed friends, but I felt like a piece of shit.
The second one, lasted two and a half years. It was the biggest mistake I ever made.
Long story short...At 13 years old, I was raped by the boy I thought I loved. And despite the pain and fear, he manipulated me into thinking I wanted it. I didn't. But his snake-like whisper echoed in my mind...
"You are my girlfriend. That means you HAVE TO have sex with me. That's what girlfriends do. Now get dressed. My mom will be here soon."
***Trauma number 3.***
And he left without another word. And it happened again and again...to the point where I felt numb.
He didn't just abuse me sexually, but emotionally. He would constantly belittle me, ridicule me, and he separated me from my friends.
My friends tried to tell me something wasn't right with him...I didn't listen because I thought that I was in love...
How wrong I was...
And if that wasn't enough...at the exact same time, my Mami cheated on my Papi with 5 men. And he moved out to live with my Titi (aunt) until he could get his life back together.
I didn't know at the time what she did, I only found out months later. All I knew was that they got into a fight and got divorced.
******And so trauma number 4, 5, & 6 begin.******
He gave the house...and us....to my mother. Because he loved her and he didn't want to suddenly uproot the lives of his children and take them away from friends...
I wish he took us with him. I'd rather move to a whole other city than to endure the things my mother did to us...And what my boyfriend did to me.
Now...Don't get me wrong. Unlike some divorces, my Papi didn't completely abandon us. He'd visit. We'd sleep over at his temporary home every 2 weeks. We spent holidays and birthdays together still. And he didn't show any negative emotion towards my mother for our sake.
But I knew he was hurting. No matter how hard he tried to hide it.
The problem with my Mami was...she was in a deep depression. She had tried to kill herself. She would lay on her bed crying for hours while my 10 year old brother and I could hear from downstairs.
Then she started leaving us alone.
Everyday she went out to party and got drunk with friends. She would bring strange men home and we could hear them having sex. Which was gross. 🤢🤢🤢
Who the hell were these men?
It got so bad, I told my brother to lock the door everytime he was in there. Unfortunately, my lock didn't work, so I hid a knife under my bed for protection.
Then she would leave for days on end. Never came home. Which means she never went grocery shopping.
My brother and I scavenged for food...But we ran low.
I was now the caretaker of my brother. I bought his food with my birthday money. I did our laundry. I would take him outside with me to play games when my mother was...doing her business. Covered his ears. Said it was okay.
There was this one day that has haunted me for years...it still does.
One day, I went to check up on her. I didn't know what to say or do to make her feel better. How could I? I was just a kid.
"It's YOUR FAULT I am feeling like this. You're my daughter so you have to make me feel better. You're so WORTHLESS. You father is gone because you didn't stop him from leaving."
Worthless? MY fault?
Ever since then...I feel like every problem I encounter IS my fault. Even when it clearly isn't.
At the time I was afraid to tell my Papi..If I said anything Mami would go to jail. They'll take me and my younger brother away. I wished that my older brother didn't go to the army so he could help. He always know what to do. But we didn't have him at the time.
I wish I told my Papi...If I did...I wouldn't be so...messed up.
Then Mami invited a stranger into the house, but this time...he didn't leave. After 6 months of weeping and the finalized divorce papers, my Mami got engaged and married to one of the men she cheated on my Papi with...
I hated them.
I resented them.
Even know...I still can't get over this resentment for all the things that women put us through.
...
But when she married my Step-dad, things got better...
Mami was happy again. And Papi got an apartment and was in a happy relationship. (Though they didn't get married right away like my Mami did. And it took a lot more time for him to move on).
He cooked. He cleaned. He...took care of us and never layed a hand on us. He made us laugh.
At the time, I was quite the poet and singer. He'd listen to all my songs and poems. He was kind and involved himself in our lives and after school activities.
Eventually, I grew to love my Step-dad and now I have 2 Papi's and 2 Mami's. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
And then...my boyfriend's mother found out about what me and him were doing behind closed doors and told my parents.
We got in trouble. Grounded for the entire summer and not allowed to see each other. I got yelled at...I blamed myself. It was MY FAULT. I DESERVE THIS.
I told them it was consented. I defended him. Because I loved him.
My step dad marched into his house to yell at him...
That was embarrassing...Especially when he yelled, "HOW DARE YOU F*** MY DAUGHTER IN THE ***!"
I was mortified. He shouldn't have said that.
(I didn't tell them about the abuse until I was 21. I could see the regret, anger, and concern in their eyes...My mom had to hold my step-dad from hurting him...)
I was severely depressed over the summer. My mom gave me her antidepressants to help...I nearly overdosed because she didn't know that while the dosage was perfect for her, it was too much for me. My step-dad was pissed when he found out. She didn't give them to me anymore.
After the summer break, we saw each other again...And we were still together... But he was different...Crueler...Meaner.
Yet...I stayed. Because I loved him.
I was now constantly anxious that I did something wrong. I started to cut my arms. I tried to kill myself with a scarf only to fail.
"I've changed."
His abuse got worse and worse until I couldn't take it anymore. We broke up.
Then got back together a week later after he manipulated me.
He didn't.
I didn't last long. I officially broke up with my abusive boyfriend forever.
I was finally free.
I should be happy...
"Why am I not happy?"
In order to be happy. I had to forget. I'm not suffering anymore.
Just. Forget. About. It.
So I dug down to the deepest, darkest place in my head.
I covered it.
I chained it.
I locked it up and threw away the key.
As the years went by I suffered more bad luck.
From one toxic relationship to the other.
*I lost count of the trauma I endured.*
I was desperate for love. I wanted to feel like my body was mine and nobody else's. So I had to prove it by doing, what I convinced myself, I wanted.
More painful memories were added to the pile...
But soon...there was no more room.
And the past started to leak out.
I woke up, sweating and choking on air. Trying to control my breathing, but my chest felt like it was constricted.
Memories I tried to forget flashed into my mind.
I started to see things...hear things. But nothing was there.
There were moments where I was no longer in my house, but back in my childhood home relieving my worst nightmares.
Than one day...I snapped.
Just 2 months ago, I nearly drove my car off a bridge.
That's when I knew I needed help...Not just for my sake, but my husband's.
I didn't even realize what I was doing until my car hit the curb making the car jump. I snapped out of it and swerved.
I rushed home and I cover the entire top half of my arms with razor scratches and watched the blood drip down into the sink.
I just can't live like this anymore...
Then my husband saw my arms and he cried for me and held me close.
Truthfully, if it wasn't for him...I would have done it. I would not be here now if it wasn't for his support and love for the past 3 and a half years we've been together.
I was admitted into the hospital with constant supervision.
I was diagnosed with PTSD...
Not only that but my body suffers from illness as well. From my brain, to my heart, lungs, liver, immune system, and GI system. All due to weight gain and unhealthy lifestyle from my eating disorder.
It sucks...It really really sucks. I am so fortunate to be blessed with a loving and supportive family as well as an understanding boss and coworkers. Not a lot of people can say that.
I'm still recovering, but I've started seeing Doctors for all my issues. I see my therapist and psychiatrist regularly. The meds help a lot as well.
I'm recovering slowly. But I know it's going to take a long time before I can say that I'm healed. Could be years for all I know. But I'm so tired of feeling like this. I'm trying to help myself.
Thank you all for the messages to check up on me and your kind words of encouragement. I am thankful to have understanding and caring followers. I love each and everyone of you.
If y'all ever need an ear to listen to listen and a shoulder to cry on. You can always shoot me a message.
I'm here for you.
And thank you for reading.
~Here's your daily dose of love~
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2022 Writers' Review
It's already two months into the year, but I'm still going to do this, because I think it's such a nice thing. I was tagged by @lavandulacosmos and @natures-marvel thank you! 💕
1. What is your AO3 account?
brownest_goldfish
2. How many words did you write total in 2022?
34'481, according to AO3 stats
It's not a lot of words, but I feel like this was the year I've developed most as a writer so far, especially writing the first chapter of Lamb and the last chapter of my spooktober fic and I'm very proud of that ✨
3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?
12 fics, 3 multichaptered and 9 oneshots (and of the 3 multichaptered ones only one is finished so you can see that this is not where my strength lies agajsks but i'm trying to do it more and i actually love it!)
4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?
"A Lover in the story" (finished) is the longest at 9987 words but I published 5000 of those in 2023. Otherwise the longest is "A Lamb for Our Love" at 8618 words so far (one of two chapters)
The shortest is "With a smile" at 412 words. The shortness is owed to it being only one scene, more of a picture I imagined after reading Cry Wolf by @roccinan – and since I can't draw, I decide to write it down 🥰
5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?
I find this so hard to say, because numbers can never really encapsulate this, and every piece of appreciation from anyone for any fic is a gem in itself. But just for simplicity I'll go for Kudos and Hits here:
The one with most Kudos and Hits is funnily one I didn't write for Berlermo, but for "Arcane" as a birthday gift for @stilljustbitten: "Ice blue" got 113 Kudos and 842 Hits, probably owed to the fact that this fandom is just a bit bigger. My most popular Berlermo fic in 2022 in numbers is "Art and Attraction" at 83 Kudos and 755 Hits.
The least popular in numbers is "Love wins" at 16 Kudos and 146 Hits.
6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?
I didn't expect a specific amount of reaction on any of them, so I'd say none of them. Every interaction with on of my fics just made me go "oh!🥰"
7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?
I'd say "Like the Painting of a sorrow" because it was this oneshot I came up with, wrote and posted within 24 hours, a random idea after reading Dorian Gray. That being said, I am very proud and fond of it, so it made me so happy that it was appreciated!
And also "Love wins", I struggled getting the first chapter together and was worried it was too chaotic, and I was so happy it got good feedback.
8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?
I'm most proud of and currently most emotionally attached to "A Lover in the story". I'm especially proud of the last chapter, mostly because I managed to write it at all and make something I really like of it.
A Lamb for our Love stands right next to it though – although it's still not finished. (Not because I neglected it, but just because the second chapter is so hard to write) and I'm so excited for what it will become <3
9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?
Reducing this to one would be a shame, so I'll list a few 😊
and that was the moment i knew by @alfredo-kesmann
Andrés has Hanahaki disease and coughs up red roses. Whose favourite flowers could those be?
It had started with inconspicuous coughing, a few weeks ago. Soon followed the shaky breaths, the trouble breathing normally at random times. Then, came the shaking fingers, half a week later, creating unavoidable unsteady black lines in the painting he had been working on, the jawline of his self portrait now ruined.
A beautiful take on the trope, with all the drama befitting Berlermo, and overall an extremely romantic and enjoyable read.
Chimera 키메라 by @signorin-anarchia
A sort of crossover of Money Heist Korea and La casa de papel. Andrés is in the concentration camp Korean Berlin was in. Martín joins him there.
His mother's arms are a cradle, a safe haven.
A shelter from all that is evil on earth.
He can remember the faded feeling of bones colliding, rubbing, which nevertheless feels as comfortable as nothing in the world.
Nothing in the whole world.
But there's never much more than anything in the world.
And now his mother's arms are pincers, stealing his life, locking his way.
A very interesting concept with beautiful execution, and very poetic prose that aches just right when you read it.
The Swan's Symphony by @nharidy
Martín plans another and executes heist after the gold heist, and a rescue mission for Andrés on the side – who is alive but asuffering <3. All the old members of the gang are there, and also a lot of new additions.
“Is this true?” Estocolmo asked, turning to El Professor. Mirko, however, was looking at Palermo. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not , he realized. Palermo wasn’t there because one night in the future he might get killed in his bed.
No, he was there for the one and only reason he's ever done anything since Mirko knew him.
El Profesor sighed.
This genuinely feels like a continuation of lcdp. It gives all the vibes of the show, the characters, their interactions and the action, flashbacks and execution of the heist are spot on. Just overall extremely fun to read.
Remember what your old pal said by @roccinan
La casa de papel Toy Story AU. Andrés is a bullfighter doll, and he finds Martín in the collection he belongs to. But what is Martín really up to?
Andrés is beautiful. And he doesn’t need a mirror to tell him what he already knows. Because he can stare at anything that bounces back light for a wonderful view of himself from head to toe: sunglasses, helmet visors, watches, or even the window on a bright spring day.
He has a slim, well-proportioned frame, a statuesque figure that expertly hides a body of incredible might and power within its wires.
This is genuinely just hilarious, and Andrés is perfectly delusional in it. And the Berlermo romance is so sweet – with an added element of darkness, of course.
10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!
I think everyone has already been tagged and done this agajsks but I'll tag the ones I haven't seen doing it, please just ignore this if you have ✌🏼💕 @dormarunt @liz @signorin-anarchia @oreo @lammaducks ✨
#writer's review 2022#la casa de papel#lcdp#money heist#berlermo#martín berrote#andrés de fonollosa#berlin#palermo
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2 | The Plea
Pairing: Naoto Tachibana x Fem!Reader
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You groan in frustration as you sit cuffed to the table all alone in the middle of the night. "Naoto," you call out, knowing that he's probably watching you from the good side of the one-sided window. "When am I gonna get my phone call you promised me?"
A minute later, you hear the door unlock and he stands in the doorway expressionless. "So?" you call out to him. "Do I still get my rights in here?"
"There's a phone against the wall," he replies as if you aren't stuck to the table in front of you.
"Does that mean you'll let me use it?" you scoff in response.
Thankfully, Naoto calls in another officer. He asks them to release you and allow you to make your one phone call while he steps away. He then eyes you once more before walking out, leaving you to your business.
The second you get to the phone, you quickly dial your mother's phone number without hesitation. Normally, she wouldn't be the first one you'd call. You already know just how disappointed she'll be. But, since she's friends with Naoto's mother, what other choice do you have? If Naoto doesn't release you and drop the charges then you'll most likely be spending a long time in jail.
"Hello?" you soon after hear your mother's voice coming through the line.
"Mom!" you say a bit too enthusiastically before informing her about your situation, making sure to casually slip in that Naoto is the one in charge of your case.
Once you allow your mom a moment to speak, you can hear her voice tremble with anger and concern as she responds, "I can't believe you've gotten yourself into this mess! What the hell were you thinking?" Her words sting as she continues to shout at you, her frustration pouring through the phone line.
"Mom, I know it's bad, but I don't know what to do. Please just try to help me," you plead, desperation creeping into your voice.
There's a brief silence on the other end of the line before your mother sighs heavily. "Fine, I'll see what I can do. But I am incredibly disappointed in you," she says, her tone filled with both anger and disappointment.
After your call finishes, the officer seats you back in your uncomfortable metal chair where you stay for hours in silence, your thoughts swirling with uncertainty.
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NAOTO'S P.O.V.
After leaving the room where Y/N is begin detained, I walk back to my office and begin filling out the paperwork attached to her case. I'm able to finish the coffee sitting on my desk before there's a knock on my door.
"Come in," I call out, my eyes suddenly widening when I see one of my coworkers standing beside my mother.
"Naoto Tachibana!" she begins to scold me, my coworker watching in amusement as she stomps toward me. Quickly I stand up and give a feeble attempt to greet her. "Don't give me that nonsense!" she then stops me. "I want you to give me one good reason why you've got poor Y/N detained!"
In my head, I curse Y/N. I should have known her one phone call would lead to an outcome like this. But before I say anything more, I shoot a look at my coworker, telling him to get out.
"I can give you more than one reason," I then scoff as I begin to explain everything to her. "I caught Y/N trying to steal the Cullinan Diamond. Then she started making remarks saying that I was trying to touch her inappropriately when I was just doing my goddamn job!"
"Oh, Naoto," my mother shakes her head as she sits down across from my desk. "Don't you remember going to sweet Y/N's birthday parties? Remember when her father would show up and she'd be beaming with joy? She was such a good little girl."
"Yeah, and then afterward her dad would get so drunk he'd start swinging his fist in both Y/N and her mother's face?" I roll my eyes. "I don't remember one time she actually had a birthday that didn't leave her emotionally scarred."
"Ahh, so you do remember. Why don't we go pay her a visit together now, hm?" my mother smiles sweetly. How am I supposed to say no to her? She's always been so damn pushy.
"She's not supposed to have visitors right now..." I tell her, but I know that won't stop her from insisting.
"So?" she hums. "Naoto, you're the one handling this case. I'm sure you can make an exception for me."
"Fine," I sigh, shaking my head. "You get five minutes with her."
"Oh, Naoto..."
"Ten," I grumble, not even bothering to look at her sickeningly delightful face.
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Y/N'S P.O.V.
After what seems like ages since your one phone call, Naoto returns to the room where you're being detained. However, this time he is accompanied by his mother, which brings a big smile to your face. It's all going right as planned.
Naoto's face turns slightly red as he and his mother enter the room. Mrs. Tachibana wastes no time and rushes towards you, enveloping you in a tight hug. "Oh, my dear, what have you gotten yourself into?" she exclaims, her voice filled with concern.
You can't help but feel a mix of emotions- grateful for her presence but also ashamed of the situation. In your youth, she was like a second mother to you. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Tachibana. I didn't mean for things to turn out like this," you murmur.
"What criminal wants to get caught," you can hear Naoto grumble from the doorway, but you ignore him for now.
Mrs. Tachibana pulls away slightly, looking you in the eyes. "Naoto, let this poor girl go! And what's with the damn sandwich? It's out of her reach." She then gasps and stands up to face him. "You're torturing the girl, aren't you?!" she declares, her voice fierce as she glares at her son.
"What?! How do you even torture something with a sand-" he begins, his eyes darting between you and his mother. "I can't just release her, Mom," he then changes the conversation, his voice tinged with frustration. "There are procedures I have to follow."
"Hmph," the older woman pouts as her face contorts in anger. "Naoto, how care you allow the bureaucracy blind you to the humanity right in front of you. Show her some mercy," she pleads, her voice pleading and filled with emotion.
"M-Mrs. Tachibana," you hesitate purposefully, "how come my mom didn't come with you?"
"Oh honey," she shakes her head as if you don't already know what your mom was doing. She was a sex worker, and proud of it, but she and you both knew that your dad was not so approving. Not that it should matter anyway after over two decades of divorce. Yet he always manages to weasel his way back in just to tell you both off every once in a while. "She is very busy, that's all."
"That's okay, I understand," you then sigh, looking over at Naoto now.
"Mom, I... I can't," he tells her, his expression only softening for a moment before he quickly shakes his head. However, you can hear a hint of regret in his voice.
With tears welling up in your eyes, you continue to gaze at him. "Please, Naoto, consider it. Look beyond what happened today. We were friends, weren't we? I promise I'll keep myself out of trouble," you implore, knowing that trouble is only the consequence of getting caught.
Naoto remains silent for a moment, conflicted. Finally, he speaks with a heavy tone. "I'm sorry, but your time is up, Mom. We should go."
Mrs. Tachibana pulls away from you and steps towards her son, anger etched on her face. "At least give her a few minutes to eat the damn food," she demands.
You feel a wave of relief as Naoto reluctantly agrees. Without wasting a second, you practically inhale your sandwich, your hunger overpowering any sense of manners or restraint.
Mrs. Tachibana offers a soothing touch to your back as you eat, her warm presence providing a bit of comfort. "Take your time, dear. You've been through so much," she says with genuine concern.
As you finish the sandwich, Mrs. Tachibana leans in and whispers, "Stay strong, my dear. I know you're going through a difficult time, but you have the strength to get through this."
Tears well up in your eyes as you nod, grateful that she came all the way here just to help you out. "Thank you," you say, as she pulls back and gives you the sweetest smile you've ever seen.
"I'll do everything I can to help," she assures you, her eyes filled with compassion. "And I'll talk to your mother, too. We'll get through this together."
Before she leaves, she turns to Naoto, her anger now softened by sadness. "Naoto, you were always a good kid, but sometimes you let your sense of duty cloud your judgment," she tells him, her words carrying reprimand and understanding.
Naoto looks down, unable to meet his mother's gaze. "I understand, but I have a job to do, and I can't let personal feelings get in the way," he admits, his voice conflicted.
"I understand, but remember that we can still be compassionate and just," she reminds him gently, her hand resting on Naoto's shoulder.
After a moment of silence, Naoto nods, his resolve visibly shaken. "I'll do my best," he says, looking back at you with a hint of remorse in his eyes.
Mrs. Tachibana smiles softly at him. "That's all I ask. Now, let's give her some time to rest," she suggests, leading Naoto out of the room.
Alone again, you let out a sigh, feeling completely drained. You close your eyes, hoping that your mother's efforts, along with Mrs. Tachibana's plea, will make a difference. Time then passes, and the exhaustion catches up with you. You drift into a restless sleep, thoughts and emotions swirling in your dreams.
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NAOTO'S P.O.V
The next time I walk back into the interrogation room where I last left Y/N, I find her asleep. I let out a sigh as I approach the table, just now realizing that I had forgotten to cuff her back to the table. I'm a bit surprised, honestly, 'cause I thought she'd make a break for it, but I guess part of her isn't so terrible after all... maybe.
"I can't believe you're still here," I say softly, despite that she's fast asleep. "I'll go easy on you, Y/N, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you go. This is my job, and I have to follow through. This is just... for old time's sake," I murmur, choking up slightly as I remember the friend I haven't talked to in close to a decade. I then turn and leave the room after cuffing only one of her hands to the table.
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ep18 (1/2): in which wwx manipulates and lies to his friends and family (lovingly)
forgot this. he can just fly around catching birds. no wonder it's so easy to camp
I feel like birthdays really only crop up in american tv in the context of little kids. it's something children do.
xy twirling his hair as he walks away 😭 can your believe ppl still ship them after he murdered SL's entire family
this was such a good change for the show to make bc 1. this introduces the idea of bssr really naturally and 2. it gives wwx another interaction with SL, which is emotionally significant later for both us and the characters
also they need to slip in his backstory and all of its parallels to wx somehow and waiting until yi city is way too late
oh cool I love a t/n
wwx making it a mystical quest bound in ceremony and ritual to prevent jc from suspecting or asking too many questions, and to control his actions. ugh
that post abt jc hero-worshipping wwx continues to baffle me. in fact this is the only time we ever see jc so eager to follow wwx's directions and do what he says
'let her do anything' she is a grown woman she can gather herbs if she wants and what authority do you have to stop her 😭
this smile after he convinces jc about his plan is so haunting. you can see he's sxcited and then the smile fades and he just looks...resigned? fucking misery
yanqing warriors! when wwx mentions jyl leaving soon, wen qing freezes and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. what can it mean hmm?
I don't think jc would have accepted the core if he knew what wwx planned, which is why wwx kept it secret. one of the reasons
this is kind of manipulative no? not in a way to hurt her just to get her to agree with his plan. and maybe he means it too. maybe he would have done with without the debt of the jiangs held over his head. we'll never know
drugging you sister. sir!
I think it's really funny when wwx insults jc sorry I always will. he deserves to at least a little
first shot of wwx looking like a little mousie with his threabare pillow and jc a raging little brat. very similar to the first shot of the show! wwx bleeding and suicidal, and jc stalking over to finish the job. but in that scene and this one, we see there's more to the story
im going to fucking isekai myself into cql universe for the sole purpose of cuddling this child
you know I was so excited for jfm to say that. like go jfm! the haters were wrong about you! you love and protect at least one child under your care!
and then it IMMEDIATELY cuts to wwx hours later freezing because jfm told him 'jc is a good kid' and then he LEFT HIM THERE AND WENT TO BED
FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK HIM. USELESS BASTARD. YOU ARE THE PROBLEM HERE
ugh it's not cool to hate on a 9 year old esp since he's lonely and neglected by his dad but he's such a brat
her parents and sect are so useless this preteen girl has to go out into the woods at like 1 am to find her new brother
wwx's first instinct was to find a tree to climb. dogs can't climb trees, but how many trees were in yiling for him to learn to climb? hmm
wwx falling is such a theme and jyl being the only one besides lwj to ever try to catch him....ough. his two lights indeed
jyl also actually explains why jc is upset rather than just telling him he'll be fine
HALF A DAY??!! hasn't he suffered enough. mein gott
and of course now she has to parent her two baby brothers one of whom is very traumatized and newly adopted and the other is very socially inept and clumsy so he came out to help and now he's BLEEDING. if I was her I would have carried so much resentment as an adult oops her parents are dead so I guess she can't even if she wanted to
YOU WILL SAY IT CRYING SOMEDAY
it's significant that (iirc) jc never says he's sorry in the main timeline. only twice in the story - here and at the very end. a lot of people consider the finale the end of their relationship, but I prefer to see it as a reset. a renewal. they're starting again. jc is crying and he's sorry for hurting wwx, and wwx forgives him because he's a nice kid and because he does care about him. and they can start from there, even if things will be different
they don't have jyl anymore, but everything's come out between them. they can coexist on equal footing. wwx has someone who protects him. jc doesn't resent him so much. all his anger is spent. he feels bad. they won't be what they were before, but I like to think they'll at least have some of the brotherhood they once did
jc also crying in his sleep with this flashback. lot of sleep crying these days
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The Best Present
Ziggy wandered around the mall, crestfallen.
He wanted to buy a present for Doctor K’s birthday but he soon discovered that was easier said than done.
What are you supposed to buy for a genius child who spent her entire childhood trapped in a think tank and hadn’t developed emotionally healthy?
Sure, Ziggy was the first to admit he himself wasn’t exactly emotionally healthy, but K had trauma, like real trauma.
He walked past the boutiques and shoe shops, he even stopped at the jewelry store to see if he could find her a cute K pendant, but no luck.
He looked around in defeat when he saw the music instruments store. That was it!
K loved music and knew how to play many instruments. Maybe he could get her a new violin, since Venjix had destroyed her old one.
He entered the store and a man walked to him with an affable smile.
“Hello there, young man. Welcome to Knight Music. My name is Jonathan, and I’m the owner,” he told Ziggy offering his hand. Ziggy shook his hand and then looked around the store to see if they had any violins.
“Hm, mister Knight, umm-”
“Jonathan, please.”
“Jonathan, do you have any violins?”
Jonathan’s smile waivered slightly and Ziggy wondered if they didn’t and he was sad to lose the sale.
“Yes, we do,” a woman said, walking towards them from the back of the store. He offered Ziggy her hand. “Emma.”
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“You’ll have to forgive my husband. Violins are... a touchy subject for him.”
Ziggy looked at Jonathan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
“I know, son, it’s okay.”
“Come with me,” Emma asked. Ziggy followed her to the back of the store and that’s where he saw it: the perfect gift for Doctor K. A lovely, very shiny white violin. He immediately pointed at it and asked “How much for the white one?”
Emma’s face saddened too. “I’m afraid that’s not for sale, dear,” she said. “It belonged to our little Susan.” She pointed at a picture under the violin, arranged with some lovely flowers and a teddy bear.
Ziggy looked at the picture and his heart skipped a beat. “what happened to her, if you don’t mind telling me.”
“She went missing 11 years ago,” Jonathan said. “She was only 6. We’ve never stopped looking for her but we both know it would be a miracle to find her now.”
Ziggy’s street smarts brain started running at full speed. “I have a friend who’s collecting DNA from survivors, trying to help families reunite after Venjix,” he lied. Well, it wasn’t a lie, Doctor K herself was compiling that list but mostly just to know who had survived uninfected by Venjix. “Maybe if I can have a sample of your DNA, we could help you find her.”
Jonathan and Emma looked at each other and then Jonathan spoke: Thanks for the offer son but--”
“We’ll do it,” Emma interrupted.
Jonathan looked at her and whispered: “What if it turns out she’s--”
“It’s better than not knowing, Jon.” She turned to Ziggy. “What do you need from us?”
“Something like a plastic cup from where you drink water will do,” Ziggy said.
The owners of the store complied, while Ziggy picked a new violin for K.
As she wrapped the box, Emma spoke very softly. “Just promise us one thing,” she moved to find a bow for the present. “Whatever the result is, you will tell us.”
Ziggy looked at her straight in the eye as he said: “I promised”.
He walked out the store, gift in hand and with the two samples as well kept as he could, and headed back to the garage.
“K?” he called as he entered. “K, are you here?”
“That is Doctor K for you,” he heard her call back from the lab. “What do you want, Ziggy?”
He entered the lab and her expression softened. “You remembered,” she said with a smile.
“Of course I remembered,” he said, handing her the box. “Happy birthday, K.”
“Thank you, Ziggy.”
Ziggy lingered around her in silence while she pulled out the violin from the box.
“Ziggy!” She looked at him. “You didn’t have to--”
“I’d be very, very dead if not for you. I hope you enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I will. It’s great present, Ziggy, thank you.”
Ziggy swallowed hard and his voice broke when he spoke: “I may have an even better present.”
“Better than this?” She asked showing him the violin.
“I’m not certain but, yeah, it may be better than the violin.”
“What is it?”
Ziggy showed her the plastic cups. “I was wondering if you could run your survivor DNA program on these samples.”
“Who are they from?”
“I’ll tell you after you run the test.”
“Okay.”
K moved to grab two swabs from a side table and ran a swap on each sample. Ziggy watched her work as she put the samples in the DNA replicator.
After a few minutes, the machine indicated it had enough DNA for comparison. “Okay, I’ve got the samples.” She looked at the screen, no citizen data was registered. “Are these samples from your friends at the mob?” she asked, suddenly angered.
“No! No! I promise. The man’s name is Jonathan Knight, and the female is his wife, Emma. They own the store where I bought the violin.”
“And why do you want me to run their DNA?”
Ziggy took a deep breath, “I thought we could help them find their daughter, Susan.”
“Did they lose her during the Venjix attacks?”
“They didn’t say.”
“Fine, It’s a good cause, I’ll run it through the database.”
“Great, I’m gonna get a bite, I’m starving. Do you want anything?”
“I’m alright, thank you.”
Ziggy had only taken a bite of his sandwich when he heard K scream from the lab. “This is impossible!!“
He ran to the lab and found K, pale as a ghost, staring at the screen. “This is a cruel prank!” she accused, looking at Ziggy.
“What’s going on?” Ziggy asked, despite knowing his hunch had been right.
“These samples you gave me.... these people... they’re...”
“They’re what?” Ziggy pressed, moving to see the screen.
Clear as day, the result of possible close family living in Corinth only had one result: A daughter.
A daughter that shared 100% of her DNA with K.
“Wait, they’re your...” Ziggy faked confusion at the result he had had a big hunch was true.
K turned to him, her face still frozen in shock. “They’re my parents.” she breathed out, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.
“What?”
“You found my parents,” she told him, her gaze now fixed on his eyes. “They know my real name.”
“Susan Knight,” Ziggy told her. “That’s your name.”
“Susan,” K whispered, her gaze lost in the horizon again. He looked at Ziggy again. “How did you--”
“I wanted to buy you a white violin but it wasn’t for sale because it belonged to their little Susan. They had a picture, I could tell it could be you.”
“What if they don’t want me? What I have become? What I have done?”
“K, they never stopped looking for you. You are their little Susan, nothing will change that.”
They stayed in silence for a little while.
“Do you want to meet them?” Ziggy sked.
“I don’t know,” K whispered back, still in shock. “Susan Knight...”
Ziggy wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m sure they’d be thrilled to meet you.”
After a few seconds, K took a deep breath and looked straight into Ziggy’s face. “Take me to them.”
The ride back to the mall was silent. K was obviously thinking about every single possible result, and Ziggy didn’t want to annoy her.
They got to the mall, and Ziggy noticed the closer they got to the store, the smaller K’s steps became and the slower she moved. He took her hand in his.
“They never stopped looking for you,” he reminded her. “It’ll be awesome.”
They entered the store, Ziggy carrying the results of the DNA test in a folder.
“Buddy!” Jonathan said walking towards them. “Back so soon? Surely there was nothing wrong with the violin, was there?”
“No, the violin is great,” Ziggy said. “This is about the other thing.”
“So soon?” Emma called from the back of the store and approached them. K’s gaze kept skipping from one to the other. Emma reached them and the second she looked at K’s face, her eyes widened and she covered the quiver of her lip with her hand. “Susan?”
Jon looked at K for a few seconds and reached the same conclusion as his wife. “Susan?” He looked at Ziggy. “Is this really her?”
Ziggy handed them the folder. They opened and read the contents.
Emma looked at K and moved to put a hand on her cheek, but stopped, realizing she was a stranger to the young woman. “Where have you been all this time?”
Finally, K found her voice. “It’s best if you don’t know.”
Emma extended her hands in her direction but brought them back before she touched K. “I’m sorry,” she said as tears ran down her face. “Can I hug you?”
“I don’t really like to be touched,” K said. Emma nodded to show she understood. “But sure,” she said. “You can hug me.” She looked at Jon who was also in tears. “You can both hug me.”
They hugged her at the same time, as tight as they could, making her cry too. Ziggy just stood a few feet away, smiling.
After they released her from the hug, K looked at them. “Who am I? Is my real name Susan Knight?”
“Yes,” Jon said. “You were taken from the sidewalk in front of our home when you were six years old.”
“Is it true you never stopped looking for me?”
“Yes. We would have looked for you until our dying day,” Emma told her. “But now you’re here!”
“You are my parents,” K said, still sounding dazed. “I have parents. I have a name. I exist.” She turned to Ziggy and hugged him, taking him by surprise. “Thank you, Ziggy.”
“No problem, Doc—Susan. No problem, Susan.”
“Why don’t we close early and go for a cup of coffee? We have to get to know each other again,” Emma suggested.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Ziggy said. “Happy birthday, Susan.”
“Thank you, Ziggy. This was the best present.”
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Ruggie's BirthdayBash!
Shiki's gift?
After an interview that went from melancholic to comedic to nostalgic (in that order) and learning of Ruggie's birthday philosophy that goes something like:
" Celebrate others birthday in hopes of getting lots of even better stuff on yours!"
Honestly, Shiki couldn't judge. If possible she would do the same but getting gifts to every student and pleasing them at the same time…
" Sounds more expensive than intellectually and emotionally draining, I could never give something without thought. Not to mention I suck at handmaid stuff."
" But you have to admit it's a nice scheme~ Grim-sama shall make the most of everyone's festivities for when my time comes! And you are joining Shiki, I want the double of tuna cans on my Bash!"
"But I just said I'm bad with these stuff…"
They discuss as the others dig in some doughnuts, mostly Ruggie though. How jelly~.
Anyways after that and hearing about last year's baseball cake throw from Jade that surprisingly didn't put Ruggie into a coma or with any cranial traumatism (which I'm sure the average human would get), I, Shiki Butterfly, was at a loss.
" I should have done a more thorough research but I wasn't expecting to get excited over another Bash right after Vil's. Which maybe I wasn't as festive as I should have been…"
Is it because Ruggie is a simple sophomore instead of a freshman? He is younger than Vil and so like a little brother? I never had any siblings, wondering how that works.
"Oi, Shiki! Can we eat something now?"
"Ah, sure. I…I guess I'll save my gift for the after party or something."
" Hmm…Don't tell anyone else I said this but…they are cool. And probably practical enough so stop fretting and let's dig in!"
I chuckle at Grim's insistence and gluttony. Hopefully there are still doughnuts left and not just cronuts. Although if those have European influences they might feel nice~.
" Yo! Anything left for the interviewer this year?"
" There's enough for a whole neighborhood, he hehe! But you two better start taking eating what you can get your hands on, don't wanna the vultures to steal everything~"
" And who would these vultures be? The creepy twins?"
Jade and Floyd eerily smile as if ignoring that comment.
We better lock our doors tonight.
I take a handful and shove one in Grim's mouth.
" If I end up as shark bait under the sea, I'm letting them swallow you first."
"Glaghhhmph!!"
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It's early evening. A few more gifts were open, the last bits of food saved for later and the venue is thinning out. Savanaclaw is not as inviting as Pomefiore, who would have guessed.
" So, what are waiting for? Thanks for coming and all, but I'm kicking you out once my nap time arrives."
" L-Leona-senpai! You surprised me, oh my…"
I put a hand on my chest, Leona always managed to put me on edge, even if he could be cute when he gets flustered.
" Ah, well… I guess I'm on…whatchamacallit? Crossroads! Ya. That."
" Well, you better chose one. Tomorrow comes soon and by then it would be awkward to offer any gift. Although not unheard of…"
Leona adds with a knowing smug, characteristic of him. I'm aware he is aware which makes me feel like speaking on the same level would be more efficient and welcomed.
"Wouldn't want to beat around the bush, would we?"
" Did you say something?"
" Nothing too important. I just… feel this might be worthless in comparison. I hate dissappointing."
" So you never think for yourself? I might not be the best person to talk to about meeting expectations but you won't find a better dissapointment. Do not quote me on that. Dissapointing would be never giving that and have wasted money on something you found to be precious one way or another. Wasting resources cuz you are being selfish is actually pretty sad to be honest. You are basically giving yourself to the jaws of a beast."
" … when you put it like that-"
Leona yawns and stretches.
" This conversation just started and I'm already bored to death. I'm taking my nap half an hour earlier after all. So skedaddle with whatever you have to do."
And with that he turns his back waving me off as he walks away.
" I wonder if someday we'll be able to have a normal casual conversation."
I ponder in a meek voice.
" Oii~ Shiki-kun you almost forgot your pet!"
" P-pet?! My name is Master Grim and that's my henchman-"
" Ya ya, been there heard that. Yosh! "
He ends by throwing Grim with a Spelldriver expertise into my outstretched arms. To which I clumsily manage to use to catch the demon cat thing.
" Hey! What's with throwing me around…"
Grim almost seems teary eyes. He is probably too tired to argue back.
" Go to sleep Grim, I'll call you to dinner when we go back to Ramshackle. Thanks Ruggie. Ah… omedeto! It's…never too much I guess."
" Apreciated. Ya know, you should probably hang out more with your Heartslabyul friends, they seem social enough. I mean, because you are socially awkward, you are aware right? "
Ruggie slowly starts doubting his own words but still delivers them with a nonchalance unique to him.
" I would but, between us? I'm afraid I would lose brain matter the longer I am around them!"
We both laugh.
" Uhm, before you go! Or before the celebrations end… here. It's my gift. It's small but I found it to be perfect at the time. I feel like you could use them."
I nervously extend a hand after fishing for the long yet slim box on my backpack. With a cute purple ribbon but otherwise a yellow animal themed wrapper. The childish looking ones.
Ruggie looks at me slightly surprised by my abruptness and then looks at the box, carefully taking it out of my hand. He starts shaking it close to one of his giant ears, but not too close just in case.
" Thanks! I did notice I couldn't find one of yours in the pile but I thought it could have been my mistake or…you simply didn't plan much since you were responsible for the interview. Hmm… this sure feels light and there's a few thund sounds but they are so soft. I wonder what's inside! "
He continues playing the guessing game, inspecting the box from side to side, smelling it which looked less weird than I thought it might.
" I'm afraid you'll never guess until you actually open it. Just do it quick though I dont like the sound or look of destroyed paperwrap, haha…"
I laugh nervously scratching left arm.
" Then I guess I'll try to be careful. Usually the kids back home don't even take one single breath before ripping stuff with how impatient they are."
" Or excited?"
" Exactly! Cute cheetahs by the way."
He adds, using his claw to carefully cut the wrapper, full of cartoonist cheetahs.
" Yah, I couldn't find hyenas. Plus cheetahs are my…second or maybe first favourite animal!"
" I was hoping I could find an hyena type person for once…"
" When it comes to mammals of the savana? I gained a certain admiration for hyenas, not gonna lie. Specially after watching that movie based on the other Great Seven."
" Ah, the Lion from Royal Sword Academy one? Not a bad movie although the story has a few big differences from our version. It's so weird."
" I find it incredible! T-that there are two sides of the story. I once read a book like that about the… Beautiful Queen! That's her title, I always forget these~ And then the Maleficent movie became a hit and part of the historical canon which makes you see the villain as more than just… an evil fairy who threw a tantrum because no one wanted to invite her, as rude as that is."
" The Thorn Fairy? You sure are bold talking about such a figure so nonchalantly. You should share more about your…world or whatever someday. Ah! Got it. Do you want the wrapper? "
He offers the neat paper and my heart jumps of happiness. He took such good care of it! I'm honestly glad and surprised by how neat it looks.
" Sure. Thanks. Open it!"
" Alright, alright, what's the hurry- "
" Oi, is that herbivore still here?! "
Comes to booming, tired voice of Leona which prompts Ruggie to open the box as he nods at me in sudden understanding.
" Oh. These are…badges? "
He inquires picking two of the patches curiously. A glaced doughnuts one and one of a yellow heart that says 'Back off'.
" Velvet patches actually! Ahm…I never worked with then closely but I used to see then a lot back in middle school. They won't probably be useful when mending something like clothes but they will hide the mending on jackets, maybe some shirts and if course backpacks~! And in a cool way cuz they'll know the stuff is mended and you hust have an awesome patch covering it! Like you know…rebels and maverick like people, those who fight the system or don't care about what ithers think and that just makes them cooler… I'm rambling!"
" …I dunno what maverick means but these are neat! Thank you."
" Y-you actually like them?!"
" Of course, any gift is a good gift as long as it isn't spoiled food. It's not valuables but it's something I will certainly use. What do you think those on my varsity jacket are?! They are the originals but it took some work putting them back in place~ "
He smirks and then sighs wistfully at the memory.
I just smile, feeling more relaxed after giving his gift.
" I'll have to check them better tomorrow. Which should I use first…? "
" Sure. I better go anyways…if Grim managed to fall asleep, I'm sure Leona already is and won't be happy if we are still here. Have a great rest of the day Ruggie-senpai!"
" Of course! Thanks for coming! Smell ya next year Shiki-kun~ "
" Ha.Ha. Beastmen joke… well jokes on you, I'll smell ya tomorrow during lunch break! And you won't get my food this time!"
" That's what you wish~ She he he! "
And with that I finally depart, heading to Ramshackle.
Meanwhile as Ruggie busies himself with keeping his new stuff safe…
" That herbivore is finally gone? Ahhh…I thought they would take forever to give you that. What's the big deal… "
Leona grumbles, still half awake leaning in the wall closest to the exit of Ruggie's den.
" I knew you would still be awake Leona-senpai~ Don't be too harsh now. Kantokusei has a hard time connecting with people. They are insightful though… they also don't have the best cunning of minds but you'll learn they have a certain sly attribute to them. That's how she is able to socialize in the end."
" Are any of those pronouns correct? "
" Here I am trying to 'sing praises' about the subject of our conversation and you ask that. Sure, she is fine with 'they'. People tend to forget since this is a boy's college so she doesn't bother."
" I simply got an headache from all the changes. Hmph. I knew she had something good to give you. She worries too much. Good night Ruggie, try not making too much noise."
So Leona decides to lay right there. In Ruggie's carpet.
" Wah-?! B-but we still didn't have dinner yet!"
" Too loud…"
Leona growls before rolling on his side.
Ruggie sighs.
" Course. Sleep well, Leona-senpai."
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