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laceymorganwrites · 2 years

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King of hell

Word count: 3,568

Pairing: devil!Sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, very ooc Sukuna but it kinda makes sense too?? idk I tried to keep him as canon as possible but w insecurities. This is basically your typical arranged marriage thingie w smut at the end

A/N: saved this little treat for last💅 (okay but I am actually proud of it, it was so much fun writing this)

Hell. It was a place like any other. It evolved over time, had its own rules and system. And even though it was quite modern in some ways, it also was old fashioned. Old fashioned in the sense that arranged marriages were common. At least in cases like with Sukuna.

The young prince would be of ruling age soon and take over the kingdom, his father thought he had prepared him well enough and was looking forward to his peaceful and quiet pension.

It could´ve been so easy but nothing ever was with Sukuna.

He was stubborn even as a child but his father knew that he was born to lead, more than that he was ready to. He wanted to, he actually strove to be king, so hungry for power. But he was a rebel that didn´t take anything serious, making his father lose every last nerve he had left. He didn´t want to believe that Sukuna was hopeless, didn´t want to give up on him but was it really giving up when Sukuna didn´t want anything to do with rules and courtesy? No, he just wanted the power and the fame, he wanted people to follow him around, grovel at his feet and worship him, like some weird cult. That was the kind of person he was. Uncaring, cold and cruel. He called it fun loving. Though underneath all of that was an unending void of insecurity. Nobody knew about this, not even his father and least of all his followers. They praised him for everything he hated about himself. He knew it was all shallow but that was the point, that he could make them say everything and anything he wanted them to, he could make them do things too, unspeakable things, the funny thing was that they gave him all the ideas, it was like a fucked up competition who could do the cruelest thing and therefore impress him more. In reality he just didn´t fucking care about any of that.

Sure it was fun fucking around every day and everywhere, drinking every bar dry and steal whatever he wanted, what were they gonna do anyway? He was the fucking prince of hell, he could do whatever he wanted.

However he had to admit it got boring after a while, it was in this moment of weakness that he came to his father and said he should already make him king. And that was when you came into play.

You and Sukuna knew each other from when you were children, not exactly friends but you spent some time together throughout your teenage years as well as your parents were friends. You liked him well enough up until the point he became a straight up dick. You didn´t know how or when it happened but you rolled your eyes and scoffed when you saw him on the streets, those people following him around like a cheap fanclub. It was ridiculous. Sure he was the prince but that didn´t mean he had the right to act this entitled. Back then you didn´t care enough about him to see behind his facade, to recognize that he did all those things to pretend like he didn´t was insecure to a fault, he needed to feel like the king of everything to forget that he was the worst peasant of them all.

How could he not? He had four arms and two faces for fuck´s sake. He didn´t even have horns or wings like other demons, no he had those extra body parts made him look like an idiot or failed experiment. Like an abomination of nature he always knew he was.

But you… you didn´t look at him like that, no. You had nothing but adoration and maybe even a hint of love in your eyes. It scared him.

It took a while for you to fall for him, after all he did paint himself as the biggest asshole of hell and it worked, you wanted nothing to do with him. And now you were to be his wife. It certainly wasn´t ideal but what were you supposed to do? You couldn´t just say no to the king of hell. And who knew, maybe he wasn´t that bad. In the end you´d get to live in luxury, you would have more responsibilities as well but you could handle that. You were always more of a hard worker than Sukuna after all.

Your father was a good friend of Sukuna´s father and therefore you knew the castle like the back of your hand. Sukuna and you used to be close as children but not anymore, not ever since he changed. That never bothered you since well, you didn´t think you´d ever have any contact with him at all anymore.

You were popular in hell, got along with everyone. You could have everyone you wanted, they all would die for you to just look at them. He was the prince, he could be selfish and claim you for his own but he didn´t. Because that would mean ruining your happiness and he´d never dare to do that. You deserved only the best and he couldn´t give that to you because he simply wasn´t. That was why he barely spoke to you anymore, why he locked himself in his room when he saw that it was you his father picked out for him.

This wasn´t fair to you, you should have a chance of true love. His insecurities blinded him so much that he couldn´t feel the warmth you brought into his life.

When he left to go to his room you looked after him with a sad expression, he never told you why he left, why he didn´t talk to you anymore so of course you thought it was your fault. You were overjoyed when his father came to you and said you were to marry him, you thought it was with his consent. After talking to his father you had the impression that he did like you back after all. Apparently it was all a lie.

You felt utterly stupid, defeated even and most of all like a fool: all those years wasted, thinking he could actually like you back.

“I´m sorry for my son, I´m sure he´ll come to his senses soon. After all he´ll need to marry if he wants to rule. And trust me, he wants to rule more than anything else” the current king told you, thought it felt more like knives being driven through your chest. Of course he only wanted power, no wonder he never talked to you anymore, he simply didn´t care.

And now it was too late to get out of it.

Well, you should´ve seen it coming anyways. So you just walked around the castle for a bit, eventually coming to a stop to knock on his door. “Don´t worry, I´m not here to woo you or anything, I just forgot to ask where my room is so can you maybe show me?” you asked and waited for him to open the door.

You heard him get up from the bed, not knowing he was crying before. “My father says you have to share the room with me. But I can sleep on the couch or somewhere else so just… make yourself at home I guess. He´s already getting your stuff here, so you don´t have to worry about any of that” he said because he had to, his voice was so broken and neutral, like he tried to suppress all the care in it, it hurt to hear.

“Hey, don´t worry about it, I won´t annoy you or anything, I´m sure it´ll be fine. We don´t have to do anything either if you don´t want to, I´ll just follow your pace” you smiled, unpacking your things and settling in once they arrived. It was a nice place and the political meetings weren´t as bad as you thought they´d be. Nobody forced you two to do anything, so in theory you didn´t even have to see each other. And most of the time you thought that that was exactly what Sukuna wanted. But then again he had those moments where he´d share things about himself that he only told you, then other times he laughed with you, boasting about some either completely ridiculous or actually kind of cool thing he´s done, you never knew with him. But that was exactly what you liked about him. And over time you got to know him better than anyone else, you even knew his secrets and his insecurities. He just didn´t tell you about the last in person just yet.

You found it interesting how you could read him after some time, the way he´d hide his under two arms behind his back and how he´d purposely let his hair fall down in the right half of his face. One day you were sitting next to him on his bed as always, you were so close that your legs were touching which was progress since he allowed it, in fact he welcomed it. Not that he´d ever admit that. He caught himself getting attracted to you, being with you was like a pretty dream he never had, you were the warm hand that pulled him out of his nightmares that even haunted him in broad daylight. Nobody gave him those honest to fuck but soft smiles at the same time. Nobody else gently caressed his cheek, stroking his hair out of his face so they could kiss both sides. Nobody else did that but you. You had him so mesmerized like nothing else, when you were with him he was actually himself whether he wanted to or not.

“You don´t have to do that, you know? I know I´m not the prettiest, I´m not holding it against you” he finally said something, in a shaky voice that was so unusual for him, it concerned you. With a frown you now rested both of your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you.

“To me you are. You´re beautiful, Sukuna. I mean it” you told him earnestly and gently held two of his hands, his left under one and his right upper one. You hoped he´d understand that not only his appearance didn´t bother you, it was as mesmerizing to you as you were to him. That to you he was a work of art, but way too gorgeous to be put in a museum. No, everyone needed to see how fucking amazing he was. At least to you, but as his soon to be wife that should mean a lot.

Honestly Sukuna hated to be looked at but he had to admit that it wasn´t as bad as with you. Somehow he liked how you made him feel every time your fingers traced his skin, every time you peppered his faces with kisses, every time you made him use all of his arms. You did it so naturally, as if nothing was wrong with him at all. To say he appreciated it would be an understatement.

It took him a bit to reach out for your hand as well and just enjoy the small contact. But it meant a lot to you since you knew how much it took out of him. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder and caressing his under arm, touching him up a bit to feel his muscles.

Sukuna was no stranger to this kind of contact, but it was very new to him that more feelings were involved than just pure sexual desire and lust. You looked at him, a smirk playing around your lips as you saw the faint blush on his face, you bet he was trying to hide it but that wasn´t quite working.

“Cute” you said, tracing your fingers up and down his arms, then his throat, then his cheek to his lips. They were softer than you imagined.

“You´re the first person who ever called me that… I don´t know how to feel about that yet” he chuckled a bit, following your fingers with his eyes, watching your lips curl into a smile. He bet your own lips were so much softer than his own, he bet they would feel better than any other he ever tasted. “Oh I got plenty of other words to describe you, but yes cute is one of them. You better get used to that, my king~” you grinned, watching his eyes go wide and his expression change, yes he could definitely get used to being called that by you.

“I´d say you´re the cute one out of us, but you can keep trying, I wanna see what else you got in store” he grinned, he did this a lot, faking confidence until it felt real to function. And well he did want nothing more than to devour you right now but he didn´t want to rush things. He vividly remembered the first time you kissed him, your lips were so soft against his own, he´d never forget that rush of electricity going through him, the fact he couldn´t contain himself around you. And feeling you smile against his lips? Now that was what it meant to be truly alive. To him anyway. The ceremony would take place in two weeks time but there was no way in hell or anywhere else he´d wait that long. He couldn´t. But then again, the old fashioned connotations with the wedding night were just that. It was time to think more modern about this, to follow his small, frail heart wherever it beat the fastest. And that just happened to be in your arms.

“Yeah? You know what you´re right, I am pretty cute. But I won´t kiss you until you say one good thing about yourself and mean it”

“You. Marrying you… that´s a good thing about myself” he mumbled, he couldn´t really think of anything else.

“That doesn´t count. But it´s a start. What will happen after we get married?” you sighed but tried to lead him in the direction you thought would help him the most.

“I´ll be the king of hell” he stated, his brow raised in confusion. He didn´t understand why you kept asking him those questions that to him were irrelevant and clear.

“Good. Tell me what that means” you crossed your arms, looking at him expectantly.

“Well I´ll be powerful… and strong. And able to protect you. Everyone will either look up to me or want me dead. And that´s the biggest compliment I could get. I´ll be king” he grinned at the end of that, making you nod proudly. Because yes, he already was king to you but realizing it for himself was so much more important for his confidence.

“Exactly. You´re the king. So act like it” you teased him, leaning in slightly to see if he was up for the challenge. It was Sukuna. Of course he was. Before you knew it his lips were on yours and all of his arms around you, one of them going up and down your sides, one of them in your hair, one of them on your back and the last one caressing your upper thigh. Yes, maybe having four arms wasn´t so bad, in situations like these he was superior to those who only had two arms. Maybe that applied to every situation then? That thought made him grin and flip you around rather roughly, straddling you and impatiently discarding any piece of clothing in his way, his own clothes vanishing at the same time, yes that too was much faster and less complicated with two extra arms.

You gasped slightly, reaching out to touch up his muscles, reveling in the view, your wide grin still made him blush but that was just how you liked it. He was cute and confident at the same time, he was your king, soon to be husband. You just couldn´t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. If it meant seeing the fire in his eyes burn brighter every day, you couldn´t be prouder.

His lips were on yours once more before he moved to your throat, leaving marks all over your neck, then your collarbone on which he nibbled slightly, licking over the dents he made. His. You were all his.

His hands didn´t stop touching you, arms didn´t stop holding you. He merely moved you into a more comfortable position. Laying sideways with him behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder, you could feel his grin and hot breath against your skin. He pulled you closer to him so that your back was up against his chest, feeling his heart beat, Sukuna was incredibly warm, so you relaxed even more in his embrace, enjoying his hands caressing your legs, spreading your inner thighs so you could feel his hard cock throbbing impatiently and so perfectly against your pussy. You too couldn´t really wait any longer and started grinding against him, covering his length in your slick, it felt especially good when your clit was touching his tip. You suppressed a moan and felt Sukuna twitch against you, knowing it felt good for him too encouraged you to keep going at a faster pace. He held your hips in place with one hand while two of them were cupping your breasts, playing with your nipples lazily. They were so stiff already, it made him chuckle.

If he only discarded those pesky insecurities earlier and focused more on you, he would´ve known how much you wanted this from the start, how much you really felt for him and how much that meant to him. He never thought he´d even be capable of feeling anything that could remotely be compared to love and now he was head over heels for you. Sukuna didn´t care much about the wedding or the ceremony, he couldn´t care less about the traditions, he just wanted you in his arms, all of them. He wanted everyone to see that you were taken. That you were his. His queen.

Nothing could boost his ego more.

He cursed under this breath as he started humping your thighs as well, you trapped his cock so perfectly, teasing him just right, making him harder by the second if that was even possible. His rutting became more and more chaotic, he grunted into your skin, biting you slightly and leaving his marks. “Fuck, please tell me you´re ready, I can´t wait any longer” he whined, though he already knew he could slip in easily, considering how wet you were already. And as soon as you nodded he did, as slowly as he could but you definitely felt his impatience. That was exactly the way you liked it though. You moved your hips back at him, helping him push all the way inside. Sukuna gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, your ass pressed tightly against his waist. You moaned loudly and he pushed his fingers inside your mouth to suck on. Not like he didn´t appreciate your moans but he wanted to have his fun with you, enjoy every single vibration that went through his body. You were so tight and warm, pussy throbbing against his dick, his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

His thrusts were fast paced from the beginning, too much accumulated sexual frustration inside of him. You weren´t faring off any better though. It was simply too much stimulation with one hand in your mouth, one on your hip holding you in place and two of them playing with your nipples. When he moved even faster, hitting your sweet spot every single time, your legs started to shake, you were close. And he wasn´t far behind either. How could he? You were just too fucking irresistible.

“You´re up to make an heir?” he groaned inside your ear, he could still pull out in time but seeing you move your head back to grin and nod at him really gave him the final push, he gripped your hips even tighter, leaving dents of his fingernails and bruises, thrusting as fast as he could until he moaned loudly, a string of curses following as you felt him cum inside of you. He rode out his orgasm, stimulating you a bit more, still thrusting until he felt you clench around him and cry out his name, albeit muffled by his fingers inside of your mouth.

He did pull them out after you came though, letting himself fall back with you on top of him so he could hug you tightly while still being inside of you.

Sukuna felt absolute bliss whenever he was with you and the next day on your ceremony he just couldn´t help but grin widely, he was too giddy and excited.

Not only would he finally be king, he would also have the best and most beautiful queen by his side. He swore his brain stopped working the second you walked down the aisle, surprisingly well he might add. Stunning. You were just incredible.

If the others only knew his cum was probably dripping out of you right now, though perhaps it was better they didn´t. That would just have to stay your dirty little secret. Having sex before the wedding night. Oh how scandalous. Befitting of the king and queen of hell.

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averykedavra · 4 years

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No Longer Will You Deceive Yourself

Anon asked: Demus? Where Remus thinks Janus is gonna leave him but Janus is like, "Honey no. You're stuck with me-"

Sassy, I love it. And yes, I haven’t touched these prompts, but I was really tired today and needed to write some quick hurt/comfort, so sue me. Warning: I am, as said before, really tired, and I am writing this during my online graduation, so it will probably be not great and somewhat OOC. Thanks to @chaospersonified for supplying me with the plural of Pocky. Title from Forbidden Fruit ‘cause it’s late and I can’t function.

Find this fic on Ao3 here!

Summary: Remus knows Janus is going to leave. He has the Light Sides now--he doesn’t need Remus. He just wishes Janus would get it over with.

Words: 2733

Pairings: Platonic Dukeceit.

Warnings: blood mention, death mention, violence mention, swearing, self-deprecation, self-isolation, sympathetic Janus and Remus

Remus isn’t a patient person.

Okay, yeah, big shocker. He’s all about surprise and excitement and adventure and pushing the envelope. He’s filled with energy, vibrating and dancing and spreading through him at every possible opportunity. He has a million thoughts that tug him in different directions and splinter his bones into little pieces and he follows them blindly, leash around his neck, ‘cause why not? There’s no point in waiting if he can do something already. It’s instant gratification or things get boring. Everything could always be more exciting and more disturbed and faster.

Sometimes Remus wonders if he sees the world faster than everyone else, if other people don’t feel like everyone else is in slow motion. Probably not. It’s probably a weird Remus thing, like every other part of Remus, another trait that sets him apart. Being unique is fun, but it’s lonely, especially when you’re the kind of unique no one wants.

“People hate what they don't understand,” Janus would say. “Society is built to reject anyone who doesn’t conform to its standards, unless that nonconformity can be harnessed for its own ends. Nobody is perfect, they’re just better at hiding it. You have freedom, and that is something many people would kill for.”

Janus was always good at reassuring Remus. Well, in his own way, which was basically “Eat the rich.”

Remus still isn’t a patient person, though, and that’s why he wants Janus to just leave.

He knows Janus is gonna. He knew it the moment Janus came back downstairs after that video, wild glee on his face. He knew it the moment Janus whispered “I told him.” He knew it when he watched that episode--seriously, Patton could turn into a frog with killer abs? Who knew--and he saw Janus take off those ridiculous gloves and share his name. And Roman was a bitch about it, so Remus reminded himself to stab Roman at some point, but Thomas wasn’t. Thomas accepted Janus. Patton accepted Janus. And if Patton said something, then it was law.

Janus had a place now. He’d pulled a Virgil, clawed himself up from the recesses of Thomas’ mind and snatched a seat at the table. He had it all before him now: baking cookies with Patton, listening to music with Virgil, debating with Logan, questing with Roman. He had all that love and that happiness and that disgusting goodness.

With that as an option, why would he ever choose Remus?

Remus, with his too-loud voice. Remus, with his despicable ideas. Remus, with his inability to remember boundaries--hug, don’t hug, Janus lied but sometimes he didn’t and Remus could never tell which--and his inability to stop himself from blurting out everything that came to mind. He was so sensitive sometimes, too. Every short reprimand felt like a knife stabbing through the lining of his heart. Every time someone turned away and ignored him was a rope around his neck, choking him out. And not in a fun way.

Remus is everything wrong with Thomas. No one in their right mind would choose to be around him. Janus only liked him because there was no one else, and without someone by your side, the Mindscape was a cold and empty place.

One particularly evil and selfish part of Remus was almost glad when Virgil left. It meant Remus had Janus all to himself. It meant he could scrounge up more scraps of attention and pretend that attention was affection, acknowledgment was respect, and companionship was friendship.

Now Janus has a better option waiting for him.

And Remus has spent three days waiting for him to leave.

Look, he gets it. Janus wouldn’t want to nope out right away. He probably feels bad for Remus, wants to get everything sorted before he leaves for good. Maybe, Remus dares to hope, he’ll miss Remus. Just a little bit.

Because Remus will miss Janus. He will. It hurts like hell to even imagine life without the sassy snake by his side. He’ll have to learn to cook dinner, for starters. Probably end up just eating a million Pockies and human hands. Not healthy, but Remus can look however he wants, so it’s fine. And he can’t die.

No, it’s the little things that he’ll miss. Janus’ snicker whenever Remus makes a particularly dirty joke. The way their shoulders bump when they watch horror movies together. The way Janus nods along as Remus rants about whatever, hardly listening but still trying to look respectful. The way Janus hugs him with all six arms and lets Remus curl up against his chest and be safe.

He’ll miss all that. But this is a huge opportunity for Janus! Remus wants his friend to be happy, even if Janus doesn’t care about him.

He’s not selfish enough to force Janus to stay.

Maybe he’s on the wrong side of the Mindscape if he’s trying to be selfless.

Well, he can’t say he hasn’t considered it--lock Janus in a closet so he’ll never leave. He thought about it with Virgil, too. But Janus would escape and Virgil would escape, and they’d be mad, and then there’d be no chance of them ever even saying hi to him again.

Well, Virgil didn’t anyway. So maybe Remus has nothing to lose.

Still. The thought of keeping Janus there against his will makes Remus feel weirdly icky. Is this what morals feel like? He suddenly has a lot of pity for Patton--they feel all twisty and guilty, like snakes in his stomach.

Remus tries his best to ignore the snakes. And the snake, the one who spends less and less time with him, who spends more and more time upstairs. The one who comes back downstairs smelling like cookies.

If he can ignore Janus, if he can get out of Janus’ way, it’ll be easier for both of them.

So he doesn’t come out for breakfast. He gets used to days without Janus, nights on his own, smashing in the skulls of thousands of enemies to fill his mind with blood and guts and murder because that’s safe and not all sappy and sickly like the feelings in his stomach.

It’s lonely. He’ll admit that. He wonders if it would be worth it to go fight his brother or torture Thomas or follow Patton around, but odds are, Janus will already be there. And he doesn’t think he can face Janus. His resolve is shaky and crumbling like an old castle, and one kind word from Janus would send it crumbling down. He’d probably end up crying, begging for Janus to stay. And maybe Janus would for Remus’ sake, and Remus would have to live with the fact that he was making Janus miserable. Or maybe Janus would look him in the eyes and say that Remus should suck it up, that no one wanted the evil twin, that he was Intrusive Thoughts and not Needy Bitch Thoughts.

That’s what Remus was. Needy. Like a dragon with its hoard. Scrambling for the last bits of happiness he could find.

Who needed happiness anyway? Who needed friendship? He had a mace and a pet octopus, he was good to go.

He was fine. Really. He summoned food in the Imagination and watched conspiracy theories to get himself to fall asleep. Everything was fine. Janus was probably packing up now, getting ready to go, probably glad to be rid of an awkward goodbye.

It was a surprise when on day three, Remus heard a knock on the door.

He considered just ignoring it. But the knocking came again, louder. He heard his name. Janus.

Why was Janus here?

Curiosity won out over logic, and Remus tossed the bleeding opossum he’d been dissecting to the side. Carefully maneuvering around piles of bones, he trotted over and opened the door.

He tried to brace himself for anything. Anger, joy, disgust.

He didn’t expect Janus to sigh in relief and hug Remus around the waist.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Remus quickly extricated himself from the hug. It felt good, but Janus was leaving, so he shouldn’t let himself enjoy it. “Cat got your dick?”

“I haven’t seen you for three days!” Janus exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

Remus stared blankly at Janus. “What?”

“It’s been three days,” Janus said. That didn’t clear anything up. “Did you lose track of time in the Imagination?”

“Naw,” Remus said, because lying to Janus wasn’t a good idea. “Just got wrapped up in stuff. Why, whatcha need?”

“I needed to check on you.” Janus’ frantic worry had softened, now, replaced with concern. “Have you eaten? Is everything alright?”

“I’ve eaten, duh,” Remus said, carefully avoiding the second question. “What’s the big deal here? Where’s the fire? Do you need me to kick Thomas in the ass?”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Janus said slowly. “At least in that regard, but--”

“Then I don’t see why you need me!” Remus laughed. “Look, it’s wonderful to see you, but I’ve got some very important things to dissect so if you could let me go that would be ve-ry-nice, thank you!”

“Wait.” Janus reached forward and grabbed Remus’ arm. Remus could easily fight Janus off, he was a real twink, but Remus found himself rooted to the spot. “I want to know what happened.”

“What?” Remus laughed again, ignoring how brittle it sounded. “Nothing happened!”

Janus gave him a long look. “Go ahead, keep lying, it’s not like I can taste them or anything.”

“Whatever.” Remus folded his arms. “I’m in a mood to smash some skulls. You volunteering yours?”

If this were anyone else, they would have left. Janus stood his ground. “I want to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Because--” Janus threw up his hands. “Because I’m worried about you, you idiot! You disappeared with no warning! What am I supposed to do with that information, keep going about my business as usual? I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or dead, and now you’re clearly lying to me, so I want to make sure that mentally, you’re okay.”

Remus laughed. “I’m Intrusive Thoughts, Jan, I think it’s against my job description to be mentally okay.”

“Be that as it may.” Janus’ eyes were painfully soft. “I’m worried, Remus. If I'm the cause you can talk to someone else, maybe Patton--”

“Hold on, hold on!” Remus frowned. “If you’re the cause?”

“I mean...” Janus suddenly developed an interest in his gloves. “There are so many other people around that could have upset you, you know.”

“You didn’t--” Remus stopped himself before a lie could escape.

“I did,” Janus said, his mouth falling open. “Remus, I’m sorry, whatever it is--”

And Remus understood now. Janus had searched him out because he felt guilty, and maybe he didn’t want Remus dead. If Remus was hurt, after all, Thomas would probably be affected. And now Janus felt even more guilty and maybe he’d try and stick around for Remus’ sake, but Remus couldn’t reassure Janus that it wasn’t his fault because technically it was and Janus could sense lies.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’m sorry,” Janus repeated, the words forced but genuine.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Remus said with a wave of his hand. Truth.

“I must have done something,” Janus said, eyes narrowed.

“You’re not doing it on purpose.” Truth.

“If it’s hurting you,” Janus said, “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s hurting me.” Truth.

So why did Janus’ eyes flash?

“Of course it matters,” Janus snapped. “Why would you even say that?”

Remus shrugged. “I’m bored. Can I leave now?”

“No!” Janus seemed to regret raising his voice as soon as he did. “Remus, please just talk to me.”

“I’m not one for talking,” Remus said with a grin. “Try something more hands-on.”

“Holy shit.” Janus rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to reach out and you’re being insufferable.”

“That’s me!” Remus wiggled his hips. “Dunno what you expected, JanJan!”

“Look.” Janus looked Remus in the face. “Please just say, no tricks or sexual innuendos, that you are alright.”

“I’m...alright?”

Janus’ lips tightened. “You were lying.”

Remus froze. “Oh.”

He was? He wasn’t alright? He thought he was. Well, maybe he wasn’t. He was sad. But he was okay with this. He’d come to terms with it. Right?

Janus was saying his name. Remus realized he’d zoned out. Quickly he pasted a too-wide smile on his face. “What were you saying?”

Janus’ eyebrows drew together. “Remus, do you want to come into the kitchen? I can make us food and we can talk this out, or--”

“Why bother?” Remus blurted out without thinking.

Janus reeled back like he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Nothing!” Remus immediately clarified. “It was nothing, don’t worry about it--”

“What did you mean.” Janus’ face was getting scary intense. “Tell me.”

“Look.” Remus raised his hands. “It’s not a big deal, if you knew what the problem was you’d agree, you don’t have to worry or anything.”

“Well, what’s the problem?”

“Not a big one!”

“I hate this.” Janus closed his eyes. “We could go in circles forever, or you could actually tell me what’s on your mind. You’ve never hesitated before,” he added, “of course this is the one time you have an ounce of self-control.”

Remus flinched. He couldn’t help it.

Janus’ eyes widened slightly. “Re?” he asked, using the nickname Remus hadn’t heard since they were kids.

“Leave me alone,” Remus choked out, reaching for the doorknob.

“Remus, wait--”

“Leave me alone!” Remus yelled. “Stop fucking drawing it out and just leave! I know you want to, I get it, leave already before you drive me insane!”

"Remus,” Janus said slowly, “what are you saying?”

“I know you want to,” Remus said, his voice cracking. “Just--just leave, okay? Go make friends with the others. Make up with Virgil. I’m fine on my own. I am! I’m--I’m fine.”

He knew Janus could taste the lies in the air, that hugged Remus’ throat and burned in his eyes. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. They were the last things that gave him comfort, the last ragged bits of protection against the world, against the contemptuous look Janus would clearly give him, finally realizing that there wasn’t a problem, it was just Remus being stupid and needy again--

“You think I’m going to leave?” Janus whispered. Why was he drawing it out? Just to torture Remus? Remus liked torture but not like this, not all scratchy and achey.

“Yeah, duh.” Remus shrugged, swiping at his eyes. “Don’t blame you. ‘S better up there. No me.”

He risked a glance at Janus, bracing for a glare of anger. Instead, he got Janus standing there, his mouth open, looking absolutely gutted.

What?

“Who told you I was leaving?” Janus asked.

“No one.”

“Good.” Janus stepped forward. “Because I’m not.”

Remus tried to piece together that sentence. “Huh?”

“I’m not leaving,” Janus repeated. “I would never even think of that. Why on earth would you think I would? You wouldn’t last a day without me taking care of you.”

“I lasted three,” Remus pointed out. “A-and it’s okay. You don’t have to f-force yourself to stay for my sake. I’m okay with it.”

“Well, I’m not!” Janus exclaimed. “Remus, you’re my best friend! I couldn’t just leave you behind!”

“You don’t have to feel guilty, I get it--”

“This is not guilt.” Janus stared into Remus’ eyes. “This is love. I love you, you are my best friend, and you are stuck with me until the end of time. Will things change now that Patton has finally seen sense? Yes. But if I ever do end up going upstairs?” Janus smiled. “I’m taking you with me.”

“Really?” Remus whispered. “But they hate me.”

“Too bad.” Janus cupped a hand around his mouth and glanced around. “Don’t tell anyone, but they have terrible taste.”

Remus giggled, and Janus laughed too, and Janus laughing was the best thing in the whole entire world.

“You’re not leaving,” Remus repeated, hoping this wasn’t a dream.

“I’m not,” Janus agreed. “So stop being stupid and come help me make lunch--oof!”

Remus wrapped his arms around Janus, squeezing tightly, burying his face in Janus’ shoulder.

And Janus didn’t laugh or judge him. He just hugged back, all six arms, and waited there until Remus was ready.

Remus knew he could take all the time he needed.

Janus wouldn’t leave.

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svlvatcre-a · 4 years

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&&. announcing his royal highness, ( salvatore angelo di savoia ), the ( 20 ) year old ( prince ) of ( italy ). he often confused with ( wolfgang novogratz ). some say that he is ( reticent & offensive ), but he is actually ( astute & intuitive ). ( salvatore ) is arranged to marry ( sophie turner ). ( ooc: back on my bs )

told myself i wouldn’t do this, went into the adopt tag, saw wolfgang novogratz and here we are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also fun fact ?? not my first time playing an italian prince in this rp, like literally 2 yrs ago i played one w a jack gilinsky fc nd i dont remember much abt him but his name was cesare and his url ?? @stabcesare ... i just cant get over it, my best pun ever, cannot b topped,, anyway on w the sav show

full name: salvatore angelo di savoia age & d.o.b: twenty & 12.07.99 current location: russia former location: cambridge, massachussets ( massachusetts institute of technology ) links: statistics. headcanons. tropes task. pinterest.

this is going to be short because i’m tired af, but most of the main info is in the links above !

sav comes off as a bit aloof, a bit snobby, and definitely a bit of a dick. why ? there’s a bunch of reasons ( didn’t socialise much, generally a bit snarky, kiiiinda enjoys seeing the reactions to him snapping out ) but mostly his mouth tends to run before his brain can soften the words that come out. it mostly happens with his siblings — with them he doesn’t even try and sugarcoat things. if they’ve done something he doesn’t like, thinks is stupid or just annoys him, they’ll know it.

he’s like ridiculously smart, i hate him, he’s hard to write bc i am not even half as intelligent as he is. the basics: had to be educated by private tutors bc he was too smart for normal schooling, graduated secondary school @ age 14, finished a degree in archaeology at the same time as his school diploma, moved to the u.s. at age 15 to study physics, graduated with a doctorate at age 20, currently fluent in 8 languages ( not including the 3 variations of sign language he knows ) and learning another ( russian ).

he’s actually really nice but he just says some rude things, get past that and you’ll find a sweet puppy.

haven’t done his mbti but he’s an introvert for sure.

looooooooves sports, participates in a few too, was on the rowing team at mit, played water polo competitively, and tennis recreationally. playing and watching sport is what keeps his head clear for all the clever science stuff he does.

not very social ? not within royal circles anyway. he tended to keep to himself before leaving italy and when he was at college he tried to steer away from any royal duties ( he has 5 other siblings for a reason, right ? ), even going so far as taking up an alias, samuel orsini — aka the english translation of his name + stella’s maiden name, original, ik.

really, really, really hates the fact that he was betrothed to someone. it smells of a poorly planned political move that he wants no part of, he doesn’t want to be involved in politics at all. literally came to russia to confront gio about it, but doesn’t know it wasn’t planned by gio bc gio isn’t stupid.

this is about all i have, but like this to plot and i’ll come to you for brainstorming tomorrow bc i have no proposed connection ideas

#hshqintro #╰ ☼ ── information.

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stressingbisexually · 5 years

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Scott wasn’t mindraped: and here’s why

Some background, check out these first:

http://liliaeth.tumblr.com/post/180181513356/stop-using-the-fucking-term-mindrape-scott-wasnt

http://thisdiscontentedwinter.tumblr.com/post/181435895532/i-was-the-one-who-messaged-liliaeth-about-the-mind#notes

Optional Reading:

http://thisdiscontentedwinter.tumblr.com/post/181453762447/submission#notes

http://thisdiscontentedwinter.tumblr.com/post/181467539532/hiya-disco-lilaeth-anon-here-first-and#notes

Full disclosure - I’m friends with the anon, we’re internet buddies. So if a lot of what I say, mirrors them, you know why. Spoiler Alert! I kinda agree with them.

Okay so first post, let’s start with a doozy. RAPE TRIGGER WARNING for this post (I’m being serious). You’ll be told when and where, but just pre-warning you. Told you this it’s gunna be a hell of a first post.

Now some fics write about Stiles’ dad being abusive, for the sympathy points. And you know what, not my cup of tea, I’ll stay away but feel free to read/write what you like. I kinda get it, I’m a slut for Hurt!Stiles, I’m utter trash for it, but that’s a little too OOC for my personal preferences. My problem with calling what happened with Scott ‘mind rape’ is personal, and ultimately my opinion, but here’s why I agree with liliaeth’s anon.

She throws that word around a lot, to the point where she’s equating violation to rape. I’ve not been in the server long at all, but even I’ve picked up on that, with her tumblr only cementing that fact. I’ll be honest here, I’ve read the posts what are on thisdiscontentedwinter (always a fun read, rec. that blog for TW goodness and chill) as of today, and liliaeth’s comments both on her tumblr and on the server. I’m not triggered by the word rape, like the anon is, but for those who are triggered by rape, please stop reading ** and start back reading here ** . So... let me tell you the differences between rape and violation (I know it’s long and I know it’s kind of graphic, but I don’t think the difference has really hit them so this is my attempt):

**STOP AND SCROLL**

Rape is the feel of your sister’s boyfriend’s hand sneaking up your thigh after he’s just crept into your room and crawled between the blankets, whilst you try to pretend that you’re asleep. Rape is trying to keep your breathing steady even though your heart is pounding; it’s trying to remember if you know if people swallow when they’re asleep because salvia is pooling into your mouth and his fingers are wiggling in to your knickers. Rape is pretending to be disturbed sleeping and shifting, trying to roll over and away from his hands and his softly snorted laughter as he puts his hand on your hip and rolls you back into position. Rape’s the feel of his fingers moving in and out of you; it’s the sound of his heavy breathing and his hand around his dick. It’s his quiet, “Good girl,” whispered against your temple before he presses a parting kiss as a gift before leaving you.

Rape is the feel of his hand in yours guiding it down to his dick when you’re trying go over your spellings; it’s stuttering over the word gnash when he starts fucking into your hand, his tight against yours, so the grip is nice and firm. It’s the way he turns your head and kisses you, how is hand slips down your stomach and into your knickers. How you shiver when he rubs something, how he smiles against your mouth, and the wave of revolution that hits you. It’s how he pulls you onto his lap, and you try to get off, so he can pull your underwear to one side and fuck you before bath time.

It’s keeping it in until it hurts, until you just tell one person and they hug you. It’s nightmares, and cold shivers when you smell his deodorant; it’s being scared to trust, a surprise thought when you’d not thought about it in years and Jesus Christ, I’m over this, shut up brain.

Rape’s not even that to some people, it’s something else all together, there’s not just one way it can happen, but it’s always horrifying, it’s always scarring and it’s always with you, in some way or another.

** YOU’RE GOOD NOW **

The definition of violation is thus (thank you, Google):

violation /vʌɪəˈleɪʃn/ Noun

the action of violating someone or something - "the aircraft were in violation of UN resolutions" synonyms: contravention, breach, infringement, infraction, breaking, transgression, non-observance, lack of compliance with, disobeying, disobedience, defiance, defying, flouting, flying in the face of, rebelling against; neglect, ignoring, paying no heed to, taking no notice of "a flagrant violation of human rights"

- invasion, interruption, breach, infraction; trespass, intrusion, encroachment, disruption, disturbance, upset "the wiretaps were a severe violation of the victims' private lives"

- rape, sexual assault, indecent assault, sexual abuse, abuse, molestation, molesting, interference, interfering, seduction, seducing; informalbedding; datedravishing, ravishment, deflowering, defloration, defilement, dishonour, ruin, ruination "his daughter was threatened with violation"

Yeah, I did notice rape was in there. I left it in purposely. I’m not trying to hide from what the word can mean. And by that I mean, you don't use the word set to always only mean you ‘set the lamp down onto the table’, right? Sometimes you might want to say you ‘have a set of collectable cards to sell’, so why limit the word violation to that, just because it fits what you’re trying to push, without listening to what the word also means? If your aim is to stick to canon, or at least claim it’s canon, then why are you trying to minimise what actually happened to Scott because you’re too busy trying to get extra sympathy points for your boy and like I said, I get it, I’m trash for Hurt!Stiles, but there’s times I’ll nope out when it just goes against everything fundamental about these characters I love and this moment is one I have with anyone who believes that Scott was mindraped by Peter Hale.

It sounds like anon’s messages to stop calling it mindrape went right over your head and you steamrolled right into all but saying Scott was actually raped and quite frankly, you ought to be disgusted in yourself. When I saw you’d posted that in the server, I was honestly appalled. And this is why this post even exists in the first place.

Scott was violated. He had his human rights violated, his mind, his autotomany, his memory - they were all violated. The word itself brings up repulsive imagery and feelings - it’s a vile word. You don’t need to make something sound worse than it was. Being violated in that way is horrific enough. He wasn’t in control and that thought alone must’ve been terrifying, it’d scare the crap out of me and I’m a fully grown adult. He was scared, he was terrified -- but it was a different fear, it’s not quite the taste of rape. My personal thoughts on what I think of TP’s acting (and the writing) is neither here nor there. liliaeth mentioned how it was shot, the scene, and that it was very rapey. Just because someone is half-naked and the music is suspenseful doesn’t mean rape. Think of shows you’ve watched that have rape scenes in - they’re not some big cinematic event, kinda how this was with Scott. What I personally got out of that scene was a vulnerable kid, who didn’t even have a shirt on as protection, being manipulated. Nothing about that scene, to me, was rapey in the slightest.

That’s not even said to quantify who would “hurt more”; someone raped or someone violated. I’m not saying rape trumps being violated. When I say Scott wasn’t mindraped, I’m not saying one type of violation hurts more than another, that what happened to Scott didn’t matter, I’m not erasing the brown boy’s pain; I’m saying that these pains are not quantifiable to one another because they’re different pains all together. It’s like looking for the visual similarities between an orange and a pineapple. Both fruit but both completely different. Both edible but with completely different tastes.

To accuse, or suggest, that people disagreeing with the term mindrape in this situation as being racisits, is quite frankly disgusting and comes across more as you wanting to appear Woke than you caring about Scott McCall besides the sympathy notches he can have in his bedpost. It’s incredibly ignorant to assume people who disagree with your points are racist - you don’t know these people you so casually accuse of being pieces of shit, you don’t know their life, their friends, their background, who they are as a person. They’re disagreeing with a point you make on your favourite, fictional, person and you immediately jump to calling them, a real life human, a piece of shit (or to directly quote, “a racist”) and honestly, you need to stop.

I’m open to a discussion. Nowhere above do I believe I was unfair, rude, or talking out of my ass. I’ve currently got the feeling that they’re more likely to block me than they are to engage me, or label me a troll without actually reading the points I make, just because they go against what they believe. Which is a shame. And maybe the whole ‘you can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ is a thing that applies here.

As someone in the know, I’ll tell you what that anon thinks of the idea of people claiming Stiles was mindraped (which, by the by, I have never seen that suggested anywhere, which might have something to do with the fact that Stiles being violated was horrifying enough, Stiles fans don’t need to lie about what happened to get more sympathy points) and that it’s as BS to claim that as it is to claim Scott was. I concur. So that’s two Stiles Stans who’d be against someone calling what happened to him in 3B mindrape. Genuinely not to be rude here, but why do you come across as lacking empathy and bitter that Stiles got an arc to himself that was incredibly traumatic. Are you jealous that Stiles got this arc and not Scott? Don’t take it out on Stiles or his fans, that’s ridiculous.

I’m genuinely here for a conversation. A discussion, debate, whatever you want. Sit on your reply for a couple of days, really think about what you want to say, and leave the petty insults and hand-waving ‘you’re just a hater’ to one side. I see the Server Squad (primarily made up of Esc, Nyx - though honestly, on the server she’s quite level-headed - and lileath who, unfortunately, I mentally butt heads with all the time because I simply just do not agree on how she views things, but I am trying to be level on this blog, so I’ll kerb myself -- I’ve seen PEW mentioned on DW’s blog, but honestly I’ve no fucking idea who this is on the server, I haven’t been here long enough to figure it out - is it Esc? It’s Esc isn’t it, and I’m just being dumb) running around complaining about people hating Scott.

Now don’t get me wrong, there’s fan’s out there who just run their mouths and don’t offer anything to actually backup why they don’t like him, but there’s also people out there who’re just critical of Scott and they get painted with the same brush.

We’re all expected to see the faults and failures of our faves, but they don’t seem to afford the same to Scott, and that’s such a disservice to him (don’t you think the writer’s screwed him over enough?) but I’ll touch upon that in a different post.

So to summerise. Scott wasn’t mindraped. He was violated. That was my tl;dr and overshare.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #tw: rape #tw: violation #sever squad #teen wolf legacy server #long post #it wasn't rape

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