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hornyjockbro · 2 years

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Part 6: Jason's broification

Jason woke up under warm blankets and wall heat behind him. He tried to wiggle his way out of the soft warm oasis but found his body had been wrapped in 2 large arms. Jason wiggled a little more but...his butt came across another appendage...Shock, fear and a little arousal shot up in Jason's body.

"Crap, if Nick wakes up he's probably gonna think I feel asleep with him on perpose." Jason thought to himself solemnly. Still trying not to wake Nick up, he carefully lifted Nick's huge muscled arm off of him. "Christ it's got some mass to it!" Jason silently noted to himself as he placed it down to Nick's side. First step done...now for the hard part. Jason scootched furthur up the bed but only found his backside pressed closer to Nick's dick. "Wait...is he hard?!"

Jason's question was answered by a strong single pulsing sensation between his ass cheeks. "Yip...definetly hard - when are these guys not fuckin' horny man!" Jason cursed as he attempted to make some more traction underneath the thick blanket covering him and Nick. He slide gently past Nick's shaft for what seemed a millennia. He took a break only to continue crawling, reaching a slight bump.

"Mmm" Nick let out a deep sleepy moan. Jason felt a strange wet sensation covering the briefs he slept in. "Did Nick just...piss on me?" Jason asked himself in genuine confusion. Curiosity took over and he reached down mid crawl to inspect the wetness. "That's not piss." Jason said to himself as he felt around his backside. He brought his fingers to the dim light above the blankets. He taped his fingers together, long tendrils of sticky clear liquid roped around his fingers, shinning off white light around the edges of the ropes. "Well that just happened." Jason thought to himself matter of factly.

"What if I..." Jason slowly brought the cum covered fingers to his lips, stopping just at the boarder of his mouth. Lust overcame his mind as he pushed two of his fingers inside his mouth. His tongue lapping at Nick's cum and circling around his fingers like a hungry wolf. Before he knew it, his own dick reached full mast. He could feel it pounding against the restraints of his stretchy briefs. "Why am i so horny today?!" Jason asked himself, licking up the last of the cum from his palm. "Fuck, i can't let them notice." Jason regained a little bit of his will power, resiting the erge to jack off right there and then, he made his way out of the bed - "fuckin', finally" Jason said unlocking at his phone to get the time. "10:07, shiiiit i'm already 7 minutes late!" Jason rushed around the room grabbing his things and stuffing them in a bag.

"Crap, still need to get dressed." Jason assest the wetness of his underwear with palm, the entire bottom section of it was soaked in Nick's thick white cum. "Fuck, that guy can shoot!" Jason said, half impressed by the sheer volume and half turned on by feeling. "No! Bad brain! No time for your horny shit!" Jason scolded at himself as he looked at the rime again. "Fuck!" Was all that left his mouth as he grabbed at a jockstap and gym shorts laying on the ground. Struggeling to put them on and run towards the door while still holding his bag. Someone how he made it fully dressed although...already smelling slightly ripe.

As the door slammed shut, a wide grin spread across Kyle's face. "Played right into my hands broski, right into my hands."

The lecture hall doors pushed open. The professor rolled his eyes, seeing the late student make his way to a seat but continued the lecture as if uninterrupted.

"...certain steroids are known to increase libido as well as secondary sex charecteristics...as you all should already know...long term use of steroids can result in the reduction of sperm potency which could eventually result in infertility with long term, continuous use..."

The lecturer droned on, but all Jason could concentrated on was the ripe stench emminating from his balls. "I have got to stop wearing Kyle's shit." Jason noted to himself as he tapped his leg, in a futile attempt to waft Kyle's stench away. Jason started to sweat from the physical exersion. Jason's sweat began to seep into the very fabric of the jockstrap, mingling with Kyle's odor. The two combining to form an even more glorious rankness. The humidity from the sweat caused, at first, a mild itching sensation - this then graduated into some grade A intense itchiness. Jason couldn't hold it in anymore, he drove his hand nderneath the jock and scratched at his balls like a wild man. His legs spread wider in his seat to seperated his balls from the inner of his thighs. His legs spread wider and wider till he resembeled a full on douche bro. Relief spread across Jason's face as he reached deeper down the jock and closed his eyes. His legs reached a full manspread in Jason's quest to itch his crotch.

Jason opened his eyes, mouth still agape eith pure bliss. He looked aside him and saw the girl that normally sat aside him, whince as she darted her eyes from the professor and back to Jason's crotch. Shock and shame overcame Jason as he realised what he was doing. He quickly pulled his hand out from his jock(Kyle's jock) and with his brain moving on autopilot, took a sniff from his hand. The girl watched in horror as she saw Jason sniffing at his hand's conquest.

Jason blushed and promptly brought his hand down to the desk. "Christ Jason, way to make a good impression..." Jason scoffed at himself.

"...Steroids such as trenbolone, which has long been outlawed for human use, is one such steroid that is particularly...androgenic to say the least..."

With that the lecture came to an end, Jason just realised his legs where still in a manspread. "That's pretty comfortable actually" he thought to himself as he got up and away from his desk. "Wait no, maspreading's a gross display made by dudebross and I am not a fuckin' dudebro!" Jason corrected himself as he walked towards the exit point. The girl that caught him scratching his balls was already long gone. "Fuck, i'm hungry!" Jason aaid to himself, rubbing at his stomach.

"Time for some breakfast." Jason thought to himself, smiling down at ground, thinking about Kyle's shakes. "Oh yeah, that with a little stack of pancakes and bacon!" Jason's mouth began to drool thinking about the food. "Mmm bacon...huhu" Jason murmered to himself as his eyes dilated.

He snapped out of the food induced stupor as he knocked his head on the dorm room entrance. "Ouch." Jason said, rubbing at the sore spot and turning the door handle.

And that's were we're gonna end that, qanted to include a vid with Nick cumming through his underwear but the tumblr god's said it was to hit to handle. Dm me if you want the vid though lol.

#broification #jockification #muscle #gay #jock #jockbro #musclegrowthkink #pecs #stud

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Hey man I was wondering if you could write about the main 4 (and maybe balsam Lucan and saaros) reacting to an mc during their periods where they get a lot of mood swings? Happy, sad, hella horny, all that stuff? As explicit as you're okay with. Ty :)

I can always tell when my period is coming because a day or two before I'm filled with insurmountable rage and hatred whenever anyone speaks around me. Like it's not the actual words it's literally the sound of voices. It might also be a sensory thing idk all I know is it's a warning sign that's never failed.

AFAB GN!Reader, exaggerated mood swings because it's funnier that way, not separated by character, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage, Rime, Saaros, Lucan, Balsam), mentions of NSFW content that I will toss below the cut, I would be more explicit but I don't wanna weird people out?? Idk maybe as I do more NSFW reqs I'll get more brave

You're not feeling great so Anisa takes you out to get ice cream and then a child bumps into you and spills your ice cream and Anisa has to hold you back before you punt the kid

Does anyone else have comfort shows/movies they watch? Let's be real we're on Tumblr y'all totally do. You're trying to explain the plot of one to Lucan and you start crying because you really wanna watch it right now but you can't because, y'know, Astraea. Lucan very quickly makes (really bad) sock puppets and gets Sage and Balsam to help him try and recreate whatever it is you want to watch. They try their best and that's what counts.

So imagine,,, Saaros knows you're on your period (you probably complained about it coming up or whatever) and they went to Azimuth to ask for some future-sight help and Az just kinda grins. Saaros is going into this blind. You spend like ten minutes super happily and excitedly babbling on about something and Saaros thinks Hey Maybe They Can Handle This!!! And you guys are talking and they say something totally innocuous. And then out of literally nowhere you're completely silent and glaring and just generally Pissed™ and they're like Oh. Okay. Uh. And then three minutes later you're hugging their arm and being really clingy and like What Do They Do About This.

You're playing with Stella and messing around as Felix does some experiments,, like you're laughing and having fun right? And then two seconds later you're sprawled out on the ground contemplating your death while Stella walks all over your back and Felix is just getting a little bit of whiplash

You and Sage are out at the bar and at first Sage attributes your mood swings to being drunk! But uh! You throw your still-full drunk at someone who was talking too loudly! And now Sage is having to diffuse a fight (which is very unfamiliar for him) while you're going all Feral Gremlin™ over there.

You and Balsam are fucking around and having a pillow fight and he hits you in the face and you start crying and he's like !!!! Oh Fuck Oh No Oh Shit Are You Okay Fuck Did He Hit You Too Hard Do You Need A Healer Fuck He's So Sorry !!!!!! And anyways it takes like twenty minutes for you to calm down enough to tell him you're fine and the entire time he's freaking out. You tearily call him an asshole and he's like 'I Know I Am I'm Sorry' ;A; someone help him

Rime is having a self-loathing day and at first you're trying to cheer him up but then you get hit by a hard bout of self-loathing and now he's trying to cheer you up and you're both just suffering while trying to help each other.

Saaros is barely speaking because they don't want to upset you but then you take their silence as them being mad at you so you start getting sad and crying and they're just like What The Fuck Do I Do About This Oh Stars Oh God and they're just panicking because Why The Fuck Didn't Azimuth Tell Them How To Handle This

It's because Azimuth thought it would be funnier and they were fuckin right

Sage thinks tickling you will make you laugh!!! Unfortunately he did it in one of your Rage Swings and you kick him in the crotch. Now he's on the floor in pain and you're half trying to help him and half snickering

Someone calls you a 'bitch on the rag' and now you're having to restrain Anisa from getting into a fight. Bonus points if she's on her period at the same time.

No that being said your period syncs up with Anisa's and you guys are just wreaking havoc e v e r y w h e r e because even though your cycles synced up your mood swings very much have not!! Rime makes a joke that makes you cry and Anisa threatens to snap his horns off. Everyone gives you two a wide berth for the next week.

Rime gets you an ice pack (or uses his ice magic) and he's rubbing your back a little because you're in pain and it's in his forgotten nature to help and,, you start crying because you're so overwhelmed with affection for him and he thinks he hurt you somehow and he's trying to figure out what happened and how he can help fix it and you're just curled into a ball and sobbing

Okay so I know I make jokes about 'calling myself out' and whatever but I have to ask, does anyone else get into like,, more intense kinks when they're on their period? Idk how else to describe it

Anyways who would have sex with you while you're on your period? I do agree we should de-stigmatize and de-gross-ify periods but I also think not everyone is gonna be down with having bloody sex. Y'know who would be tho? The Griefers. And probably also Rime.

Okay so we've canonically established that ilephtas are inhumanely warm so all of the Griefers would be like heating pads and that would be really nice :3 very warm and comfy and cuddly. and Rime is an ice pack so that would also be nice :3

That being said I don't think Anisa or Felix would ignore you or anything!

Honestly I'm not sure about Saaros,,, they kinda give me ace vibes so,,,

You're out at the bar with Sage and you guys are flirting and you start to climb onto his lap because You Don't Give A Shit and he has to stop you (and this might be one of those times you guys fuck in an alley I really don't know if either of you could make it back to Fathom sorry). That being said I also think that uh,,, listen I'm a big advocate for Cat!Sage and I think that in the days before (aka during your ovulation) he would subconsciously smell something is up with your hormones or whatever and I think he'd be extra horni during that time so like. Fun.

Lucan would be so soft cause he doesn't wanna hurt you :( and then you tell him to go harder and he's like :( Are You Sure :( and honestly you might have to top because he's just too worried about you to go harder. Also I think he just likes you on top!! Would be willing to do whatever you're in the mood for as long as it doesn't hurt you, because he's also a little worried that you're so horny you're not thinking straight and you might regret it later. That fear probably subsides the longer you're together.

Oh Balsam would have no problem going harder and getting kinky. He is like a bull seeing red (hahahaha i'm so fucking funny). I would recommend you get a safe word!! I would also recommend you have a lot of hydration on hand. But after the kinky sex, I think he'd be really sweet with aftercare!! Carries you to the shower/bath if you need it and smooches you a lot. Tells a lot of dumb jokes and shit too, because he's a nerd like that.

Rime is gonna be somewhere in the middle. He won't indulge all your requests because he knows it'll hurt you after, but he does go along with some of them. I think if you're into dirty talk or degradation he'd definitely go along with that. He just keeps it easy physically speaking. Makes you beg a lot probably. Aww little baby is so desperate huh :( better fucking prove it

What a dick

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elphael · 1 year

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ooooooh I have a horror story to contribute!! apologies if I've talked abt this before bc it's so. g-d.

rime of the frostmaiden had just come out and I was on an actual-play podcast at the time so I wound up in a discord server full of podcasters and streamers. one of the streamers in the server announced that he wanted to put together a group to play through this fun new module and stream it every other week. the dm put out a survey to see, like, how well ppl's play styles would mesh and whatnot. he told me he was very excited abt my answers and really wanted to play with me. cool. he puts together a group of six players and sends around a google doc character creation template as if we're all new players who don't know how to make a backstory or a character with motivations. but fine whatever I'll fill this thing out. in this template he gave example answers for each question all relating to his dwarf forge cleric who is the most boring uninteresting character I have ever seen. this cleric has no personality no drive and no roots in anything. I don't remember how but I found out at one point that he plays this character in every single campaign (when he gets the chance to be a player) so obv this cleric isn't rooted in anything, he's universe- and plot-hopping without any consistency.

anyway, the dm also tells us that there were too many good candidates for players so he ended up making a second group to ALSO run through frostmaiden, and that this brought him up to six (6) campaigns he's actively running at once. on top of having a very physically demanding full-time job. okay.

he really really wants us to use the character secrets that are written into the module as a way to, like, create drama but also tie us to the setting. some of them are buckwild and most of them create problems. (I got the dopest one bc I knew exactly what I wanted lmao that character was fun I'll tell you abt her sometime.) obviously we don't know each other's secrets in-game but half the group tells each other out of character for various reasons. only the rogue and I keep it entirely hush-hush. I can't remember if the wizard told and I just forgot or if she kept the lid on. the wizard is not important to this story.

we played four sessions, starting at level 3 and leveling up to 4 between the third and fourth sessions. the ranger kept missing games bc of personal and family emergencies, but other than that we had a fun enough time. lots of drama and interpersonal conflict that we all enjoyed.

Rand then in session four (after our first long rest; the first three sessions all took place over one adventuring day), the rogue wakes up with an unsettled stomach. makes a con save. passes. feels kinda bad but keeps trucking. day goes on.

rogue keeps feeling pain throughout the day. makes another con save. passes. makes a third con save. BARELY passes. the dc is increasing. makes a fourth con save. finally fails. a fucking red slaad pops out of his chest. he collapses to the floor, dead. instantly dead. nothing he can do about it; the slaad ate his internal organs. everyone looks at me, because I'm the fucking cleric. there's nothing I can do. we're only level four, I don't have revivify, and even if I DID, I don't have the fucking component. it's impossible to get an expensive diamond where we are. and obviously I didn't prep gentle repose; why would I have possibly assumed the dm would fucking kill one of us without recourse?? we'd had one (1) combat encounter in which everyone joked that I was a cleric who refused to heal anyone but in truth not a single one of us took even one point of damage the entire fight. I was evil but I HAD been saving my spell slots for healing 🙄. so it turns out the rogue had chosen the "slaad host" secret, and the book doesn't say anything about how the dm should run this. from the wording I had assumed it was meant to be a long-term plot hook, like okay in the middle of whatever else we're doing, the rogue has to be looking for a way to get rid of this parasite that will kill him someday. the dm says that that never occurred to him. he had arbitrarily decided that the dc for the con saves should go up by five every time. the check the rogue finally failed was bc the dc was 25 and it was mathematically impossible for him to succeed. this dm, who was running six (6) campaigns and had been doing this long enough to think "hey I should be a streamer and share my dming with the world," hadn't realized that the rogue should only have to make one save a day at most. why would he possibly need to keep saving every few hours in-game?? the session ends. a few days later the dm tells us that he's feeling overwhelmed and burnt out and that running six campaigns was a bad idea and he needs to just step away from the whole thing for a while but maybe someday we can all play again because we're all super cool. I found out later that his OTHER frostmaiden party, the second group he formed bc he got too many cool ppl answering his survey, kept playing off-stream. that was the only game of his six that he continued. anyway he was right in that we were all cool and should keep playing together, so our paladin (who was the gm of my podcast lmao) decided to take this group and turn us into another podcast. the ranger didn't stay but she let the dm be a pc and he made yet again the worst most boring nonsensical character who was excruciating to talk to. he eventually ended up leaving that campaign too and his character's mysterious disappearance became a plot point for the rest of us, and it was a struggle to make it something we cared about at all ghsjgjd. needless to say I have not spoken to this dm in a long time and I hope he got a new hobby bc ttrpgs are not it, man. he was a terrible dm AND a terrible player. also he insisted we use foundry which like. that's fine. but I was playing on a dinky little laptop (as was our wizard) and had to turn off every single feature for the thing to even run, and the dm's response was "oh I forgot not everyone has a whole gaming rig for their computer." okay.

tess this is so bad and yet. so so funny. glad you got a good group out of it, pouring one out for this cringefail dm who for sure was the cause of all of his problems in dming LMAO

#asks

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depressed-teacup-inc · 2 years

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Hey I'm back let's talk Season 5

So... first episode of season 5. I'm... holy shit man I'm not in a good enough headspace for another season.

As per usual, I'd like to start on a positive note before explaining why everything goes to shit, so let me list out some nice things in the first episode of season 5:

1. Ladybug is half-way decent to Chat Noir!

Like honestly girl, kudos that after an entire season of continuously abusing and treating Chat like shit and lying, you had the decency to let him use the bunny miraculous, can't wait for this moment to be forgotten and to go back to the status quo of still lying to Chat about the identity rule DESPITE THE FACT IT LITERALLY DOESN'T MATTER!

(Like literally Bunnyx apparenty revealed herself to her dad a while back and gave him selfoes of herself across rime what the fuck)

2. Hawkmoth chose the smart first move for having all the miraculouses, and used time travel! Like sis good job thinking ahead here a bit! Can't wait for you to proceed to be a dumbass about it (shit right this is the positive list)

3. Nathalie calling out Gabriel

This is just what it sounds like bestie, Nathalie deserves better then to be a simp, go off queen.

...OK LET'S DISCUSS WHY THIS GOES BAD REALLY BAD

LADYBUG AND HAWKMOTH ARE ABSOLUTE FUCKING IDIOTS

Like holy shit I never thought these guys could get any dumber, let's start with Ladybug.

Ok side note, even if I made it in the season 4 finale post, I despise how they let Ladybug off an entire season of abuse like this. LIKE GIRL DEADASS MAKES THE SECOND WORST POSSIBLE MISTAKE ABOUT THE MIRACULOUSES (The first would be to just hand Hawkmoth the Ladybug and Cat miraculouses) AND EVERYONE FORGIVES HER JUST LIKE THAT!!! CHAT LITERALLY JUST FORGIVES ALL THIS SHIT DESPITE HOW AWFUL SHE WAS TO HIM!

and again, I don't care how much Marinette cries about how she messed up (Here's why) BECAUSE SHE NEVER LEARNS! she never actually develops after making mistakes so her crying is like salt on open wounds.

AND THIS EPISODE! THE EPISODE MEANT TO THEMATICALLY REPRESENT LADYBUG LITERALLY GETTING SECOND CHANCES AND FIXING HER MISTAKES!!! have her do this.

Now don't get me wrong, I get freaking out or being out of it when you see that your greatest enemy deadass just collapsed on the floor, but after she made the mistake of hesitating and taking the bunny miraculous knowing it's affected by catch, INSTEAD OF TAKING ALL THE MIRACULOUSES OFF OF MONARCH (God that name) AND THEREFORE SECURING THE DOG MIRACULOUS AND BUNNY MIRACULOUS BOTH AT ONCE!!!

THIS BITCH (after crying of course because her life is hardddd) DOESNT JUST GO BACK IN TIME AND QUICKLY GET ALL THE MIRACULOUSES, NO! SHE JUST MAKES THIS WHOLE ASS CONVOLUTED PLAN TO TAKE JUST THE BUNNY MIRACULOUS USING ANOTHER VERSION OF THE DOG MIRACULOUS (BTW do kwamis exist outside of time? god time travel gives me a headache) WHICH COULD HAVE ONLY SUCCEEDED IF HAWKMOTH WOULD MAKE THE STUPIDEST CHOICE POSSIBLE BASED ON A JEWELRY BOX!!!

which brings me... To Monarch. God he was a dumbass.

LITERALLY. BITCH HAS THE CURE FOR NATHALIE/EMILIE WITHIN HIS FINGERTIPS. THE POSSIBILITY TO LITERALLY REVERSE EVERYTHING. AND THIS BITCH CHOOSES TO GO CHASE LADYBUG (and I'm just saying Ladybug, because deadass, at this point it feels like the show forgets that Chat Noir is supposed to be Monarch's enemy too, like he's so ignored even in battles) BECAUSE OF AND I'll SAY IT AGAIN. A JEWELRY BOX!!!!

The entire plot of this series could have ended right here, right now if it weren't for the world's most flimsy plot thread. And in an episode about second chances and fixing your mistakes too.

But at least Gabe gets called out for it, while Ladybug is praised saying "See! you'll figure it out you're the best!"

Also Monarch's design is dumb, and I'm disappointed they didn't have a design of just Fluff and Nooroo for Bunny girl Hawkmoth.

And with the trailers for Multiplication and Hawkmoth melting the miraculouses into rings, and the names of the episodes? I am pretty certain this season is turning into "Miraculous: Pokemon edition! collect them all!"

But hey at least Rabbit Noir and Alix were cute!

(Alix you should have kept the Barrett sweetie it suited you)

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ml rants #ml season 5 #Ladybug #wow! I hate it #I'm not ready for this season #A JEWELRY BOX!!!!!!

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keijiism · 2 years

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I'm not very sure if you're taking requests rn but could I req M4 (or any character of your choosing really) with an Mc that has an onlyfans back on earth? How would they react to MC having a decently well-known Onlyfans and maybe Mc showing them a vid? 👀👀

(p.s I'm in love with your work you're one of my favorite hc writers ever!!)

— M4 finding out mc has an onlyfans

gn!reader | THANK U!!! a title of honour,,,... love the idea of mc having a phone with enough battery for horny time. this is a priority i can respect. what the hell does OF even look like...

sage

:) ? you think his reaction to finding out mc modeled lingerie was bad? he finds out they have an OF account and he thinks he might implode

tbh in awe and pretty ? proud ? of them being successful. the man can respect a job and being good at it. part of him Is saying he should :) check that mc would only really do this with him :) ;) but you know

letting sage pick what video to watch means he's picking whatever has the most views. i mean, it blew up for a reason, right? [BONK] boy is he right !! boy!!! oh man. he didn't know what to expect but he is Exceptionally Pleasantly Surprised

thinking about sage pushing the phone away and leaning so close ,, his gaze flickering from their lips to their eyes,, "do you wanna try that out with me?"

whatever they were doing in the video,, sage is Absolutely going to try to recreate. just for fun you know? like This is how you were touching yourself, right? aw can you do the same pose you were doing? you looked so nice :)

he tries to jokingly ask if mc thinks he'd be as successful as them. he would be. r u kidding....

felix

confused > shocked > flustered > horny

he's got his thing with gods but boy is felix thanking the universe for mc having their phone right now

part of him, in the back of his head, is actually appreciating the high quality of the videos. he isn't listening to it very much rn tho

felix finding out mc has some kinks that he didn't already know about . that he also,, maybe,, has. he'll bring it up once he's recovered just give him a minute maybe

he's horny. sorry . this guy's sex drive has never been low and seeing them wear those outfits and playing with themself is going to make felix,, Expeditiously horny

[bonks you over the head] mc bringing up his exhibitionism kink (even with felix only vaguely understanding what being recorded means) "you'd love to be recorded, wouldn't you? want people to watch you feel good because of me, right?"

[bonks you again] felix teasing Them . "are you embarrassed? you can touch yourself for thousands of people, can't you? do this for me," "you looked so nice all dressed up in that video. should i buy an outfit for you here as well?"

anisa

ooooo she's into it omg.... FBDHGB

she can't even focus on the question of what those toys are when she's watching mc touch themself and whine. (though if they actually talked about them ,, she'd probably want to try them out a little herself)

takes a while just scrolling through Photos, not even mentioning the amount of videos. her eyes keep glancing up at mc while she looks at everything they've posted. mc freezes a little when she gets That Look TM ;) :) ;) :) ;)

pays very close attention to how they touch themself . she doesn't Say anything but it's like that spongebob clip where there's a bunch of them hard at work in his head u know,, she's writing and storing and burning it into her memory as if she won't get to watch this again

the thought of anisa putting her hand on mc's thigh/waist before leaning in and whispering in their ear and complimenting them . asking if "we could try out some ideas she just had..." :)

if mc is even a little shocked at how bold she suddenly gets,, anisa smiles (+ blushes a little) because how could she Not when they look So Nice Right Now? "

rime

this is dangerous information /lh

the idea of an entire platform just for this kind of content is so foreign but also Not Unwelcome? at least when mc is involved. wink wink nudge nudge

mc must be especially confident and have a lot of time on their hands right now because as soon as he sees the first few Very Revealing Photos? yeah you're in for a fun ride

rime watches the video that they have in silence. mc can't read the expression on his face most of the time (what they Can figure out is what parts he likes the most . his mouth twitches upward or he glances at them just for a second)

and like. it's weird because it's Rime. You Know? but then the video ends. "...rime?"

it makes more sense why he was quiet when he's suddenly getting really close and dragging his hand up to rest on their waist

Absolutely teases them . "i know you can touch yourself," "do i feel better than your little toys?" "you got really good at knowing your audience, huh? knew how to pose and what sounds to make?" "i'm the only one who sees you like this now though,"

tags // @felixescellun @diamo-chan @chubbywasouski @felixismytrophywife @bananacockatiel

my taglist... #epic!

#last legacy #fictif #last legacy sage #last legacy felix #last legacy anisa #last legacy rime #anisa anka #felix escellun #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath

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luvring · 2 years

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nia i had another big brain idea m4 + popstar mc??? aahahahha this isnt self indulgent what do u mean

— M4 with popstar!mc

so real so true ....so whipped...so lovely.,,..,.

rime

imagine this: rime teasingly asks to hear them sing something, whatever song is their favourite to perform. he deserves a small show, doesn't he? and he isn't sure what he was expecting to happen exactly, but mc starts to sing.

his eyes widen and depending on the song they sing 1) his gaze softens and he just,, watches in awe of mc in their element. or 2) he has his chin resting in his palm and a smirk/grin on his face

thinking about nicknames with this... star or songbird :(( i'm gonna hit myself on the head with a wooden plank

he listens to the lyrics a lot closer than they might expect so i hope they didn't pick a very spicy or sad song . or do! really up to them isn't it

mc catches him softly singing their song while he thinks they're asleep. if they bring it up he denies it

modern au//

i'm not saying rime would have an account just to fight people and watch their fandom from the inside. i'm not saying that. i'm saying if someone did that i would read it

messes with their fans by posting and saying their new song/album sounds great but the video is muted

rime Cannot be taken to karaoke in peace because he'll turn on one of mc's songs and push them up there with no hesitation. "nia what if rime's a good singer and sings with them and he teases by making direct eye contact with them and" don't talk to me literally stop talking why do you want me to cry /j /lh

sage

he asks to hear a bit of one song. but then they finish singing. mc must now perform their entire discography. he is so in love with them seriously he could listen to them all day

absolutely wants to know what kinds of benefits come with being famous. do fans send things? do you get things for free? where do you get to go? what are your craziest stories,

if mc is feeling really upset or stressed he tries to sing one of their own songs to them to make them smile. he isn't the best singer and he forgets some lines and has to improvise but it's very endearing . very successful!

it's a game for sage to try his hand at coming up with lyrics and mc has to make them coherent and good. he's shocked every time but they Do have a lot of inside jokes and little snippets now

modern au //

jokingly volunteers to model their merch but if they say yes then he Will Do It. he asks to take a hoodie home

calls himself their muse when they're trying to think of song lyrics. "paint me like one of your french girls" energy. it's a long-standing joke that has truth behind it because mc has definitely thought about him while writing so everyone wins

interacts with their fandom and no one can stop him. did he just post 3 fan edits on his story? maybe. who's to say he wasn't hacked

felix

literally awestruck when he hears them sing for the first time. he didn't think he could fall in love with them or their voice any more than he already did but he was Terribly Wrong

Sing him to sleep Sing him to sleep Sing Him To Sleep Sing Hi

^ it's with his favourite song from them. he's a little shy of asking but he wants it so bad all the time

so upset over the fact that he doesn't have like,, spotify. devastated over the idea that he's missing so much of the experience without instruments. he wants to feel the transition from the bridge to the chorus In His Bones.

oh felix my little fanfic writer. he gets the lyrics to one of their songs and writes a story or poem in response...he doesn't think it's very good but it means a lot to him because it ends up being what he wants to say to mc themself . legs wobble . sobs

modern au //

this goes for All of them But. that video of ross lynch on stage but always looking back/singing to jaz (his girlfriend if you didn't know). lburhglshdrgrndngsbgdjgblfbg < that's me And felix when they make direct eye contact and sing to him

they're one of, if not, his top spotify artists of all time. especially if they're spending a lot of time apart and he wants to listen to their voice. a little embarrassed whenever spotify wrapped comes around, but mc looks so happy about it he immediately doesn't care!

he's there next to them whenever an album is about to drop. the minute it drops they celebrate and he kisses them before saying "congratulations, i'm proud of you." i'm gonna be sick

anisa

she asks if they could sing something for her while they're alone. currently imagining mc singing one of their more romantic songs to anisa and she's just :0 :)) <3 and now she asks if they can sing something when she's particularly stressed or tired

asks what kind of cool things they get to do when they go on tour (stares at anisa wanting to try dolphin). Loves the idea of travelling the world with them and trying new things

mc definitely catches her humming one of their songs later while working and thinks their heart might explode

if they ever feel like getting into song writing during their spare time, anisa is there trying to help come up with ideas or making sure they don't overwork. she won't complain if they want to perform it for her. she's over the moon actually

modern au //

anisa has definitely gotten caught going on a date with mc by fans. there's photos of them at a restaurant about to choke from laughing and trying to keep it together

one time a fan half-jokingly asked anisa for Her autograph instead of mc's. she was flustered but still signed it and sent a grin their way. she couldn't stop smiling about it for the rest of the day

she's there a lot when mc is opening fan mail . she finds it interesting and loves seeing what they think of (and also what sometimes unhinged items get passed to them)

#last legacy #fictif #felix escellun #rime varela #sage lesath #anisa anka #fictif felix #fictif anisa #fictif sage #fictif rime

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alexaplaysgames · 3 years

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Can you do Felix and Mc getting into a fight

My angst brain need some

You got it bb <3 Idk if this is really that much of a fight, but I couldn't make the MC too mean to Felix. Also, I’m aware this paints baby in a bad light. I had to make them fight about something okay :’( I don’t think he’d do this in canon.

Title: A bit Bitter

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)

Words: 2564

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“Tell me the truth, Felix.”

His gray eyes dart upwards from his textbooks as I storm into the room. When he sees what I hold clutched in my hands, he swallows, the bob of his throat visible even from the doorway.

I continue in a voice that is simultaneously weak and as strong as I can manage. “Is this really how you feel?”

“W-why do you have that, love?”

I frown. His nervousness sends guilt shooting through me, but I stamp it out. I’ve bent over backwards for months in an attempt to make him comfortable, and did so gladly. But this? I can only withstand so much.

I set the notebook down on the edge of his desk with a heavy thud. Felix winces.

“The things you wrote in here, about me…” I shake my head, then look away. I can feel my eyes sting, and I bite my tongue to hold back from crying. “Felix-“

“That’s private! You don’t have the right to go snooping through my possessions.”

I sigh. Yeah, I’m nosy and read his journal, and normally I would be ashamed. I shouldn’t have done it, but… “I don’t think that’s important right now.”

“Of course it’s important!” Felix gasps, standing out of his desk chair to snatch up the journal. He meets my eyes with a fragile sort of vulnerability, then pulls the journal defensively to his chest. “I’m not privy to every thought you have. You can’t judge me for mine.”

“I would never think these things of you!” My voice raises until it edges on a shout, and I frantically rush to reign it in. “I would never.”

“That’s not-“ Felix whispers with a shake of his head. “That’s not fair.”

“No. What’s not fair is this.” I reach forward and pull the leather journal from his hands, flipping forward a few weathered pages until I find what I’m looking for.

“‘Not nearly comparable to Rime’s beauty, nor do they possess his talent with magic. They’re candlelight to his radiant sun. I’ve quelled whatever feeling has stirred in my chest and decided that I won’t settle for them. Not while my love is still hurting. And I do miss him so.”

Felix is biting at his lip as I lower the book once more, his eyes watery, wide circles. “That’s old,” he chokes out. “I swear. I don’t feel that way. I love you.”

He looks like he wants to touch me, so I step away. I shake my head. “But you did feel that way.”

“I- why does it matter? That’s private. How- how much else have you read to convince yourself my feelings for you are disingenuous? You were never meant to see any of it.” He’s wrapped arms around his thin frame, now, squeezing his eyes shut as if he wishes this all would simply go away.

“I’ve read enough.”

Felix’s eyes go wide, then dart to the journal in my hand. “Why?” I ask. “Worried there’s something worse left for me to uncover?”

“N-no.” He runs his hand over his face. “Why couldn’t you stay out of my things? That was personal! It was none of your business!” Felix hisses the last words, as close to angry as I’ve ever seen him with me. His eyes are filled with tears, but his expression if one of a rage I’ve never been in the receiving end of.

“Fuck you,” I spit out, watching him hiccup as if the words were a physical blow. “You’re a liar, Felix.” Then I simply can’t help myself but to add, “Maybe you do deserve to be alone.”

I know as soon as I say it that I’ve gone too far, and the look on his face- fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the broken, hurt expression that flashes across his features out of my head. Yes, the words he’d written in that journal had stung, but I don’t feel any satisfaction from hurting him just as badly. If anything, it makes me feel worse.

All I feel is lost. My psyche weighs heavy with guilt, as well as hatred for myself for letting my patience slip. Before it can all come crumbling down on me, I turn on my heel and rush out the door, slamming it behind me with an echo that rings much to hollow to make me feel any better.

✦✧✦✧

I had frantically stuffed my few belongings into a bag and rushed to the nearest inn, flopping onto a rickety bed and crying myself to exhaustion. That had been two days ago, now, and I haven’t spoken to Felix since.

On the bright side, sending drunk texts is much more difficult to do when one doesn’t possess a cellphone.

Each night my dreams are filled with memories of his face, his smile. I can feel him in my arms, see the distinct colour of his blush each time I call him “baby” or “my sweet”. I wonder if I was over-dramatic in my reaction, but then remember the words in that journal. To think, the passage I had read aloud had only been one of many.

No. I was right to be upset.

I keep wondering if maybe the things he wrote in there were true. Yet, it’s so confusing- Felix has always had the upmost respect for me. And he’s not exactly great at hiding his emotions.

I’ve met with Anisa and Sage, both of whom seemed relatively stunned at the news. Anisa had offered exercise as a way to take my mind off it, and Sage had offered… another form of physical activity altogether, which didn’t really surprise me.

“A fight? Really? You two have always seemed like such a sappy married couple…”

I sigh. “Thanks, Sage. Really. It wasn’t even a fight, to be honest.”

“Married couples do fight, Sage.” Anisa pats my hand. “Felix is just dramatic. It will be fine! Whatever he did, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. He just gets a little… jumbled up sometimes. But his intentions are pure. At least, I believe so. You can never tell with Felix.” She smiles. “Give him some time to mope and he’ll apologize.”

“If it helps,” Sage interjects, “he fought all the time with deer boy, and they were apparently a thing. I’m sure he’s used to it.”

I refrain from telling Sage that his oh-so-helpful comment is far from helpful; in fact, it highlights exactly what I’m worried about.

Tonight, thunder strikes outside in heavy, booming claps. The room I’ve rented is lowly lit by a single candle, but the flashes of lightning outside the window often light up the entire space. Rain pelts the roof and the wind howls mournfully, as if in empathy of my crushed spirit.

I’m just in the middle of pretending I’m in a sad music video when I hear an unsteady knock at the door. At first, I think it might be a tree branch outside, being as it’s so soft, but then I hear the sound again.

I fling the wool blankets over my head with a huff and shuffle towards the door, then unceremoniously fling it open.

I should have expected it would be my necromancer boyfriend looking like a drenched cat.

Felix is sopping wet, his hair plastered to his forehead and clothes so soaked I can see his tanned skin underneath. As soon as the door opens, his eyes go wide, and he immediately looks as if he’s attempting to say something, but he can’t seem to spit it out. His teeth are chattering so forcefully he can’t speak, and the wind has whipped the wet strands of hair into his mouth.

He is so stupid. I immediately can’t help but think that I love him. I am definitely morosexual.

I blink dazedly at him for a moment, before grabbing his elbows and hastily pulling him inside.

“I’m s-sorry,” he sobs as I grab a blanket off the bed and hastily wrap it around his shoulders. I can’t tell if he’s shaking from crying or the cold, can’t tell if the wetness on his face is from his tears or the rain. “I’m so sorry.”

“Felix, it’s fine. Come here, you’re going to get hypothermia.”

I grab a towel from the bathroom and begin using it to dry his hair. He shakes his head as he pushes it away, sending droplets of water flying. “No! Listen, please, I am sorry, I am. I wish to explain myself. You deserve that much, at least.”

I sigh, then stand back and nod. I sit down on the edge of the bed. The mattress groans, as do I. “Fine.”

Felix pauses as if he didn’t expect that answer.

Then he picks at the frayed strings of the blanket around him. He shivers as he tugs it tighter around his shoulders. He licks his lips. “I wasn’t in a good place when we met.”

I nod. It was obvious then, and it’s even more so now. “I know.”

“It wasn’t healthy. I know that it wasn’t, but-” he cuts off as the thunder outside rumbles, lightning illuminating the haunted look in his eyes. “I loved Rime. More than that, I obsessed over him.”

That much I had guessed, but the confirmation does still twist my stomach.

“I was still in love with him when we met. Desperately so. I clung to the very idea of him for years. Rime adored how I idolized him, he encouraged it-“ he looks out the window as if lost in thought, then sighs. “It wasn’t you. I would’ve compared anyone to him. I did.”

Felix sniffs, then delicately kneels at my feet. “I am so sorry. I promise I didn’t truly think those things, my dear. I just felt so guilty, every time I felt anything for you. I had made myself think that he was perfect, that I could enforce my love for him through some strange sort of self-discipline.” He cringes, as if he knows how awful that sounds. “It seemed reasonable. I owed him my life.”

Apparently having said what he needed, Felix goes quiet. His eyes are red-rimmed, dark circles underneath, as if he’s been crying instead of sleeping ever since I left him.

“You are so incredibly lovely,” he whispers, choking. “I could see it even then. I was scared of what it would do to me to admit it.”

I swallow. I’m honestly not sure whether to believe him, but the look in his eyes is so earnest. Felix is many things, but he’s not one to hide his feelings, nor is he a good actor. I know deep down that he’s not faking his love for me, despite how my heart convinced me otherwise.

“If- If you’re still angry with me, I understand,” Felix stammers, though the tears in his eyes make it seem like that isn’t true. “M-maybe I should leave-“

The rain pounds harder against the windows. The wind whistles through the surrounding cracks. I grab his wrist.

“Come here, my sweet.”

Felix’s eyes widen at my use of my pet name for him, a timid look of disbelief in his eyes as he takes my hand and allows me to pull him onto the bed. I lie down on my back and guide to lay against my chest.

“I forgive you.” I almost can’t believe the words myself, but I know that it’s the only option I could ever consider. I love him. It’s a simple as it is complex.

“You needn’t-“

“I do. It wasn’t right of you to say those things, but it was also unfair of me to get so angry with you over something you wrote a long time ago. I know your old relationship really took a toll on you. Besides, I said some awful things to you too, Felix,” I continue, reaching up to brush his bangs back from his forehead. He trembles, leaning slightly into my touch. “You don’t deserve to be alone. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me, and I shouldn’t have. Okay?” I wait until he finally nods to continue. “And I’m sorry for going through your things. I betrayed your trust, and you were right to be upset.”

Felix goes a little slack-jawed before he finally breathes out, “O-of course I forgive you.”

“I’m glad, because I don’t think I could live without you.”

He stares at me for a moment longer before he lurches forward and kisses me, desperate and wanting, full to the brim with both apology and forgiveness. It tastes if the salt of his tears and the cold rainwater that runs over his cheeks. He’s shaking the whole time, and I tug him tighter to my chest. I can feel his heart racing through the fabric of our clothes.

“I love you, sweet.”

“I love you too,” Felix hiccups, “so much.”

We spend a bit longer like that, tangled up in the bedsheets with Felix soaking through both our clothes. Eventually, I pull back.

“Did you really wait until it was storming to show up and apologize?”

A sheepish laugh as he flushes. “I had t-thought it would be romantic. Like in my novels. I didn’t realize it was pouring quite so hard.”

His cheeks are a flaming red and he looks away like he expects me to be upset. I sigh to hide my fond smile. All I can do is kiss him again.

“I’ve brought you something,” Felix murmurs, his lips so close to mine that they brush, his eyelashes wet against my cheeks. He reaches back and takes the leather notebook, the stupid source of all our fighting, out of his coat pocket. It’s surprisingly dry.

I can’t help but want to smack that stupid book out of his hand. “Felix, why would you do that?”

He rolls his eyes, then gets up and stands off to the side of the bed. The room lights up green as his entire hand, the journal with it, are suddenly engulfed in flames, until nothing but ashes sift through his fingertips, drifting down to settle against the wooden floor.

“You’re my future.”

He’s so dramatic. I love him to pieces.

I grab his waist and all but tackle him back onto the bed, delighting in his surprised squeak.

“Stop!” Felix yelps as he falls back against the mattress, only to be assaulted by my cuddles, “I’m positively soaked; I’ll drench the sheets.”

I can’t really say that I care. We have a lot of making up to do; I’m not spending a second without him by my side for the rest of the night. Felix grumbles a final complaint and then sighs. He wraps his arms around me and presses his cheek into my chest, and I can’t help but think he feels the same.

“I didn’t enjoy that,” he mumbles, turning his face into me to hide his expression. “Being apart from you, it- hurt. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” I’m just realizing how much. His scent and the feel of his hair against my skin, his voice. He’s invaded my senses once more, and it feels like coming back to life.

He turns to look up at me. His cheeks are rosy and his hair mussed, droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes and temples. God, he’s so adorable- I don’t know how I could ever stand to be angry with him. “I don’t want to be at odds with you anymore. I love you too much.”

I boop his perfect nose. “Deal.”

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years

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Soulmates

JJK X Reader soulmate AU

Warnings: Minor character death(car crash, only mentioned nothing graphic), Drinking

I don’t know if this is what you (the requester) were going for? this is somehow where I ended up

Everyone in this world has a soulmate. Someone that is meant to complete them and make them feel whole.

Your other half can be identified by the matching birthmark hidden somewhere on their body. There are also a lot of people whose marks are so close to matching that it almost feels like the real thing… almost. Sadly, many don’t ever get to experience the love of their true soulmate, so they settle for the closest they can get.

Jungkook was convinced he was one of the lucky few. Looking at her made his heart feel like it was going to burst. Every time he saw her the world got brighter, the birds started singing a little louder, and his stress nearly melted away entirely … nearly. But at 17 no one is going to pay attention to nearly.

Their birthmark’s matched so closely, each sporting a small puzzle piece on opposite wrists. You wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at the loved-up pair as they walked together hand in hand. And he loved her so completely, and her him, that they never thought to question it. Madly in love until the day she died.

Jungkook spent weeks almost comatose when the news of her car crash reached him. Couldn’t move, eat, sleep. To lose your soulmate so young was said to be a fate worse than never finding them at all. Even after coming through the other side people could tell he wasn’t the same carefree young boy he had been, most likely never would be again. His eyes’ looked far older than his years now, his soft features much more angular.

Three months after her death he resolve to never fall in love again, happy in the knowledge that he got to know her even for such a short amount of time.

….

You met Jungkook at a party. Someone from Uni decided that 24 was the right age for a big birthday bash. They hired out an entire club and set up a series of activities for people to enjoy. A mechanical ball on the main floor, a ball pit to the side, a BBQ in the smoking area, and a bouncy castle in the downstairs 90’s themed area. It really was an amazing event. You however spent most of your time watching the quiet Korean boy in the corner, every time his eyes met yours you felt compelled to move to him, talk to him, dance with him, anything that would get his attention on you. At the time you put it down to the alcohol. It took you exactly 3 and a half drinks to pick up the courage and interrupt his current conversation.

He was very sweet, really sweet considering he clearly didn’t want to be talking to you. It was evident in the way his eyes shifted and the nervous playing with his sleeves, still you persevered. Something about him wouldn’t let you give up, not yet at least. Your saving grace came when your favourite band came blaring over the speakers. “PRETTYMUCH” aren’t an underrated band per say but it’s difficult to find someone who knows them in your circle, so when Jungkook’s face lit up at the same time as yours you knew you had your in. So with the Phases remix blaring through the club you took your opportunity.

“I love this song!” You took his hand and pulled him on to the dance floor before you really realised that’s what you are doing. To start with he was frozen, a little shocked by your boldness, but as you gave it your all he joined in, loosening up for the first time that entire night. After that it was a lot easier to talk to him, you actually went into the smoking area to talk more about shared music interests.

After you went to get a drink you got caught up with some others and he came to find you. It felt like an electric shock when he’d grabbed your hand to get your attention, but there were a lot of balloons around so that would explain the residual electricity. By the time the party was over, and the club was closing, you didn’t want to leave him, not just now but ever. You found yourselves wandering around aimlessly, talking about nothing until the sun came up. Looking back it was then you decided Jungkook was it for you. You had never really believed in the soulmate tradition until you met him.

Weeks go by of you texting back and forth. You found out the reason he was so into music was because he was a musician himself, he even promised to perform for you sometime. A lot of promises were made in those messages.

‘There’s this amazing Restaurant in the city’ you claimed promising to take him with you next time.

‘I really want to see this movie’ he said promising to pay for tickets when it came out.

‘We should go see this band together’ The number one promise between the two of you, quickly racking up a lot of different acts to see together.

So when one of those bands turned up on the roster for the local you’d bought tickets immediately sending him the confirmation. Your stomach had fluttered thinking about seeing him in person again. And so you counted down the days as they passed. Picked and repicked your outfit. Talked yourself in and out of going. Eventually the day arrived. The doorbell signalling his arrival was deafening, ringing out through your small studio apartment. You took a few deep breaths before opening the door.

He was flawless, your tipsy memory hadn’t done him justice. A broad chest draped in a white long sleeve tee, ripped skinnies straining against his thighs, his hair swept into a James Dean quiff. You might’ve laughed at the way your outfits had accidently matched (a black crop with white skinnies) had you been capable of making a noise.

“Ready to go?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. You’d nodded, blushing when you realised you had been staring.

It was a short bus ride into the town centre. Spent in relatively comfortable silence arms brushing against one another in the limited space on the crowded vehicle. The club was packed wall to wall when you got inside, no hope of getting to the front of the crowd, or so you’d thought. Jungkook grabbed your hand winked at you and began heading in the opposite direction of the stage. He led you up some back stairs and on to a balcony you hadn’t ever noticed before.

“I’ve played here before, almost no one knows this is here, but it will give us the perfect view.” He dropped your hand in favour of leaning over the railing. You couldn’t help but feel cold at the loss. The performance was great, you found yourselves screaming lyrics back and forth at one another. Some people had cottoned on to your little hiding spot and soon it became as packed as the rest of the club. Whether he was trying to protect you from the others or he was pushed there you will never know, but Jungkook ended up caging you to the railing, head resting on your shoulder.

After the show you’d decided it was time to ask him how he felt. The club was still busy, but the two of you had been in a quiet corner on your own nursing drinks and chatting aimlessly.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You asked, broaching the topic carefully. You watched closely for his reaction, but he gave nothing away. Instead he just shrugged.

“I did once.” It was too blunt, you knew you should’ve stopped but you couldn’t, now you’d decided to tell him it was like verbal diarrhoea.

“I didn’t think I did, I mean I’ve never seen any ‘matching birthmarks’ and every couple I know is perfectly happy… but then I met you and I keep thinking about it, and you, and how I feel about you.” You watched as his face goes from pensive to a deer caught in the headlights.

“I… I have to leave now.” He got up and ran into the crowd before you even had a chance to reach for him. He dipped through a back entrance of the club and into the night before you could even push through the first layer of people.

The ride home had seemed a lot longer. Holding back tears had proved extremely difficult. Of all the reactions he could’ve given you that might’ve been the worst one. Somehow you found yourself thinking even him laughing in your face might’ve been better. You left the lights in your studio switched off that night. Made a beeline for your bed and passed out face down.

It would’ve felt like a bad dream when you woke up… if it hadn’t been for the crusty mascara tracking down your cheeks. You’d picked up your phone from where it lay abandoned next to you. Battery on 12%. You’d decided then it’d be best to run damage control, at least save the friendship.

Y/N: I’m sorry about last night…

You hadn’t expected his reply to be quick, so it’d surprised you when the typing bubbles appeared immediately; and furthered your sadness when they disappeared moments later without a message.

For days you spiralled. Going over the moment again and again in your head. Each replay turning the memory into something worse than the original.

Eventually you plucked yourself out of bed, deciding to face the problem head on and talk to the friend that invited you both to their birthday in the first place.

She met you at a café downtown during her lunch break. It was obvious by your red rimed eyes and sniffling nose that you had been crying but she was nice enough to ignore it for the most part. You caught up on her life for a little while until you physically couldn’t hold back anymore.

You told her exactly what had happened between you and JK, watching as her expression got both more understanding and pitying as you got closer to the end. Whatever you thought she was going to tell you was no where close to the story you got. You sat mouth wide open as she told you about the accident, and the way it affected Jungkook. It made you want to cry all over again. You didn’t know what to say once she had finished, stewing in your own thoughts for a while. The main thought that kept coming to the front of your mind was one that made you feel so evil. But you had to get it out

“What if she wasn’t really his soulmate. What if he was never meant for her” Its barely above a whisper but your friend heard it.

“He truly believes that she was” She replied squinting at you. Her break ended shortly after that leaving you alone with your thoughts.

…

It’s almost a month later when you see Jungkook again. Hadn’t heard a single thing from him since the concert but at least you knew why.

This time it was someone pool party. You honestly hadn’t been expecting to see him there. Didn’t even know you had mutual friends past that one girl. You didn’t think twice about your birthmark when you stripped down to your two piece. Why would you? Everyone has one. You were lay out on a sun-lounger with a drink when you spotted him. Tucked away in a corner once again, the only difference this time was his attention was already on you. He looked as good as ever, hair damp and slicked back, Long-sleeved neoprene shit covering his torso but trunks showing off his amazing thighs. You’d forced yourself to look away form him but could still feel the intensity of his gaze on you.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, too hot under the sun and his stare you decided to change out of your swimsuit into a sundress for the evening. Heading inside you found your way into someone’s bedroom to get changed. Perhaps you should’ve checked to see if the door the locked though, because just as you had wiggled out of the bikini top Jungkook burst into the room.

“Ah shit… Sorry… I um.” His hand had flown in front of his eyes as he’d slammed the door shut behind him and you’d immediately reached for the flimsy dress pulling it over you torso so he could reopen his eyes.

“What in the actual fuck Jungkook?” you whisper screamed not wanting to draw attention to the two of you hidden away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t think… I just needed to see…”

“See what?! My boobs? I think you managed that one perv. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks and now all of a sudden you can’t wait long enough to knock.” You came across a lot meaner than you had meant, you just hadn’t been prepared for him to want to speak to you again.

“No I’m sorry I’ll go, this was a bad idea, I was probably seeing things anyway.” He mumbled looking sheepishly at the floor/

“No wait it’s okay, I really want to apologise don’t leave.” You took a deep breath and waited for his eyes to meet yours properly. When they did you could see the shock behind them.

“Why do you need to apologise? I’m the one that ran off, I never even told you why and I fucked up and I’m sorry I just…” You reached for him then, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and then realised it wasn’t your place, arm dropping heavily back to your side. “I felt so guilty with you, not because of you, because of me.” You nodded in understanding.

“I found about your soulmate after I confessed to you. I’m so sorry I didn’t know. I never would’ve brought it up if I had known you had already found yours.” You’d broken eye contact with him then unable to watch the sadness in his eyes and not be able to do anything about it.

“That’s why I felt so guilty though because the way I feel about you is so similar to the way I felt about her, how I still feel about her deep down. I was so confused because you’re only supposed to get one soulmate, and if I could feel the same way about you in such a short time… it just feels like I’m betraying her by loving you.” He stepped forward reaching for your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. “The today when I saw your birthmark on your thigh I could’ve cried.” He uses his free hand to unzip the shirt he’d been wearing. He pulled his left arm from the sleeve exposing his birthmark to you. A puzzle piece to fit perfectly into your own.

You’d gasped at the revelation you were right. He was meant to be yours. And yet it didn’t feel right. The anguish on his face was clear, the internal fight he had obviously been having with himself ever since the concert.

“Letting yourself love me now doesn’t mean you loved her any less” you whispered, allowing yourself to move even closer to him, wrapping him in your arms. He’d nuzzled into your neck allowing tears to stream down his cheeks and onto your shoulder. You’d felt every bit of stress leave his body as he cried. Emotions he hadn’t even know he had been holding onto, finally letting himself really breath since he had lost her all those years ago.

You’d lost track of the time, just stood with him, holding him until the final few sniffles came. His cheeks had been puffy by and red when he pulled away, wiping his face on the sleeve still on his right arm.

“Do you want to leave? We can go back to mine” You’d asked carefully, not willing to let him go home alone after feeling like that. He’d nodded weakly, sliding his arm back into the shirt before taking your hand in his. You’d headed for the door only to be brought back by the hand he had on yours. He’d pulled you so close you could see the flecks of gold in his irises, watched your reaction before leaning in and kissing you. It was salty with left over tears, but you wouldn’t change you first kiss for the world. Everything felt like it clicked into place in that moment, the world tilted on its axis. The exchange was short lived, a chaste peck followed by a few smaller pecks before he let you lead him all the way home.

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its-afucking-mess · 3 years

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Un-orthodox (Chapter 3)

weee wooo more dami

take your meds / vitamins blockhead

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“ You trying to get me in trouble?” you asked, blowing smoke in Damiano’s face.

You turned in your bed, fixing the pillow under your head.

“ That’s not what I said.” He laughed breathily, stubbing his finished cigarette on the ground.

“ Then?”

He threw a pebble.

“ I just suggested we leave on the 6th.”

The blanket seemed to become shorter all ways round, as you fought to find a side that would cover your entire body.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“ The 6th is a saint’s holiday! I’ll get in trouble if I’m not there.”

He rolled his eyes.

“ Tell them you’re on your period.” he suggested, picking at the grass under him.

“ I don’t think they are going to stick to just church service.”

There wasn’t much space to adjust your pose.

You tossed.

Taking a final puff of your cigarette, you stubbed it on the ground.

“ There’s only so much my period can get me out of.” you explained, playing with the butt.

Damiano sighed.

“ There’s only so much we can do here. This camp really thought through when they left no unsupervised space.”

You nodded in agreement.

“ Where would we even go? Today’s the 3rd. You should already have a plan.”

Damiano laughed.

His laugh echoed in your head.

It was one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard.

“ Who said I didn’t?”

You shrugged, opening the discarded packet to light another cigarette. His hands stopped yours.

“ Easy now. Leave it for tomorrow.”

Damiano’s eyes were stuck on your hands, where you fidgeted with the opening of the packet.

“ One more.” you whined.

Damiano’s hands didn’t move away.

“ Okay, what about,” you thought of an alternative. “ we share it?”

He stilled in consideration.

“ Fine.” he agreed. You smiled like a child who was promised candy, except instead of candy you had nicotine.

His grip didn’t loosen.

“ I get the first puff.” he stated, stealing the pack from your hands. You groaned and he shot you a stern look.

“ Behave.” he said, voice steady.

Your conversation played over in your head, time and time again. Sleep was long forgotten at this point.

“ The plan is simple,” You listened carefully.

“ You wake up, Wednesday morning. You go to the Fathers, or the nuns- whoever thinks periods are more taboo- and you explain that you have bad cramps and are asking to be excused from all activities today.”

You looked at him confused.

“ I still have to go to lunch and dinner.”

He licked his lips.

“ Do they contact your parents?”

“ Yeah, not that I care what they’ll say. I just don’t want to be yelled at.”

You ran your hands through the grass, like you were combing it.

“ Give them a fake note from your parents.”

You looked up at his eyes.

“ I have a brother. Kinda weird only one of the siblings has to leave.”

“ At this point I’m convinced you want to stay in this shitty camp.”

You punched his arm softly.

“ The camp was built to keep students in. I can’t do anything.”

He sighed dramatically, falling back on the grass. Discomfort plastered on his face.

“ Rime.”

The grass behind you was indeed wet.

Was it already near sunrise?

Damiano took a cigarette out, lighting it. He exhaled the smoke through his nose, closing his eyes.

You laid next to him. The feeling of cold, wet grass on your back was uncomfortable, but you could endure it.

He took another puff. You observed the way his chest inflated, then deflated when he exhaled the smoke. He blew it at you.

You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows. Damiano just giggled quietly.

His head was turned to face you, and yours was turned to face his.

You could feel his warm breath on your face, and smell the nicotine in his breath. The cigarette burned in his left hand.

He inhaled some smoke, blowing it back at you. This time, you inhaled some of the smoke, feeling the warmth inside your chest.

He smiled sweetly.

Another inhale. His eyelids hung low. His chest inflated.

His hair shone in the moonlight. It looked like silk.

More smoke towards your direction. You looked back at his face. A grin was plastered on it.

“ Don’t get too distracted.”

He winked.

A sharp knock on the door, and your thoughts short circuited.

“ I’ll-” a yawn cut you off. “ I’ll be right down.”

A bold faced lie, but she didn’t know that. You laid back down on your mattress. He never told you the plan for the 6th.

You groaned. It was only 8, and you had to be up and about. Great.

You moved to put on one of the dresses.

You had grown attached to Damiano, sure. He was a really great guy, a mesmerising personality.

Spending every night with him instead of sleeping definitely wasn’t healthy, not to mention how much you smoked.

The pack was half gone. It’s only the 4th day of camp. You have 15 more.

A deep breath, and you were out in the hall. Going down the stairs. In the dining room.

The nuns looked at you disapprovingly.

Tardiness isn’t excusable in the ‘real world’

You sat at your usual position. The bowl was already in front of you, and this time instead of juice, there was tea.

You took an experimental spoonful. It tasted okay. The tea tasted fine. Better than dehydration.

You greatly focused on not falling in your oats. Staying out all night was sure fun, but having around half an hour of actual sleep was not.

The younger girls at the table talked energetically, discussing plans for, something. Their conversation seemed uninteresting, so back to slowly eating you went.

“ Are you alright?” one of them asks.

Or not, you didn’t need to eat anyway.

“ Yeah.” was all you said.

Creative. You closed your eyes in annoyance

“ You look dead.” the girl continued, with a smile to go along with it.

“ I feel dead too.” you murmured, eating a spoonful of oats.

The girl turned back to her conversation with her friends. Thank god.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a nun approaching your table. Beautiful. Already time for another shitty workshop. Yesterday’s activity was folding clothes. You wondered what today would bring.

“ Hello girls,” she said cheerfully, walking near the end of the table where the most noise was.

“ How are we on this fine, god-blessed day?”

God, the way she spoke made you want to throw up. Was it too late to break out?

The table roared with “Yes” ‘s, everyone just so pumped for the day. It made you wonder if you missed anything during yesterday’s workshop.

“ Good.” She smiled, affectionately rubbing the shoulders of a little girl. “ I hope you prepared your nice dresses for today’s visit.”

The girls cheered, and you stared at your breakfast in confusion.

Visit? Who? Where?

It better not be a church visit or you’d seriously consider switching camps.

More yells came from the table, this time the young boys yelling too.

“ Make sure to be modest today girls, you will be in the same space with boys.”

There were nods, and you nodded too ‘cause no way in hell is the nun going to tell you where you are going.

“ And don’t worry about your lunch ladies, we will be eating there.”

You were convinced she talked so vaguely on purpose.

She left your table and after you gave your plate in, you went upstairs.

You looked through your bag.

All of the dresses in there had patterns, all of the patterns were ugly.

Undefeated, you still dug through the bag, desperate for a dress that was somewhat pretty. Your persistence was rewarded as you grabbed a plain white dress.

You really had nothing to lose trying it on.

The white seemed actually quite flattering. It had some type of fabric you did not remember the name of, but it looked decent. Plus, it was sleeveless. You wouldn’t die from a heatstroke.

You could hear running in the halls, which meant you would leave any moment. Grabbing your ‘purse’, you put your phone in it, as well as two cigarettes from the pack. In front of the mirror, you fixed your hair so it looked less crazy, applying some tinted lip balm for comfort.

Nothing crazy, but it’s not like you really care.

The nun knocked at your door, and you went out in the hall. You spotted your little brother dressed in a mini suit, running around with other 10 year-olds.

“ Disgusting” you thought, though warmth filled your chest. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you loved him.

The Fathers called all kids downstairs, all of the hyperenergetic boys running at sonic speed past you, almost making you trip with how uncaring they were.

You stood near the back of the crowd, keeping your distance from the kids in front of you.

“ I’m glad to see all you lot all neat and tidied up.” Father Mark spoke, his deep, thundering voice echoing in the halls.

He wasn’t head of camp for no reason.

“ I hope you are planning to stay on your best behaviour today. Visiting the Catholic camp is a great deal for your education, and the chance doesn’t present itself often.”

Your jaw dropped.

You’re visiting what now?

The rest of Father Mark’s words went in one ear and out the other.

You were visiting the Catholic camp, which means you’ll see the kids in the camp, which means-

You had a chance to be with Damiano formally. No hiding behind trees or in shadows. Which also meant not smoking, but you’d survive.

The crowd moved outside, and you followed closely behind, still keeping a distance. You tried to keep your hopes down about being with Damiano. You didn’t even know if they split boys from girls there. If anything, the Catholics have a reputation of being stricter.

Outside, the sun was blinding, your hand quickly heating up under the summer heat.

The crowd stopped moving. You guessed they are at some sort of door, counting heads or whatever.

Suddenly, you regret not taking sunscreen with you. Then again, you didn’t expect any of this to happen.

The crowd suddenly moved. And it was moving fast. Why they were running was a mystery you considered as you walked towards the gate.

The Catholic camp wasn’t half bad. It certainly had a more sturdy approach regarding architecture, and it looked quite big. You looked around to find the housing unit, but one didn’t seem to exist. Instead bunches of small houses were littered in the area. Probably, each one of them was assigned to a group of kids. It seemed much better, you had to admit.

The crowd moved inside a church, probably the biggest space that can comfortably house all kids at once.

Your eyes were glued on the portraits on the walls. Various people, saint after saint.

It was baffling how much the two churches differed, even if they had the same foundations. A fascinating showcase of which lengths governments would reach to separate themselves from others.

You did these in history class, the split of the Roman Empire to east and west. The conquering of the West empire by Hunns, the renaming of the East empire to Byzantine Empire.

It was such complicated history, but it was so interesting to read different perspectives. You had gone to the lengths of finding a translated version of history books of different countries. The way the Greek books wrote about the split was so much different than how the Italian writers had.

The other books barely mentioned it. And there weren’t that many that mentioned it.

The Pastors and the Fathers were talking in the church, but you were focused on the crowd. The Catholic kids didn’t differ much from your own, except there were more older kids in the Catholic groups.

You didn’t admit it to yourself, but you were looking for Damiano. He was really the only way you would survive this gathering. There didn’t seem to be any kids your age, which meant Damiano was- probably- the oldest too.

He was either lost in the sea of people in the church, or he wasn’t there.

Thank god for technology.

You felt your phone lightly vibrate in your purse, and there was really only one person who would be calling you.

Incoming video call from ykaaar.

You accepted.

Both cameras were off, and you brought the phone to your ear to hear better, under all the chatter and echoed voices.

“ You better get your ass out of the church. I’m outside, Let’s go fuck around.”

The call ended and you were left confused.

There wasn’t any crowd behind you, so you just went outside, quietly opening one of the doors, so little you barely fit through, before you were outside.

God, that felt so much better.

There were few more “rebellious” kids sitting outside, but Damiano was easy to spot. Who else in this place had long wavy hair?

“ Why didn’t you text me, I don't know, like 10 minutes earlier?” you asked, softly hitting his upper arm.

“ It’s more fun this way,” He smiled. “ more chaotic.”

You fought the urge to hit him again.

He put his hand on his hip, leaning your way.

“ May I?”

You deadpanned at him. You still interlocked your elbow with his, just for fun.

Or that’s what you told yourself.

You started walking, Damiano guiding you both around.

When you got the chance to look at him more carefully, you noticed he was better dressed than the other guys in the church. He was wearing baggy overalls- probably old uniform they gave him- and a random white shirt underneath. One of the straps was hanging off at his waist, the other loosely hanging on his shoulder. On his feet were just sandals of some sort, and to tie everything together, a hat resembling a fedora was sitting on his head.

You couldn’t help but feel just a tad self-conscious about your clothing choices. He definitely had a way with styling clothes, you had seen on his social media. Wearing something resembling a sun dress couldn’t really compare.

You reached in your bag with your interlocked hand as you walked, pulling out the two cigarettes from your bag, and a lighter.

You brought one of them to his lips. He opened his mouth, letting you put the cigarette in it. When he closed his lips around it, you lit it with your lighter carefully.

Damiano inhaled, and the smoke escaped from his nose. You lit your own cigarette.

He led you to where you presumed was his “house”, unlinking your hands to unlock the door. When it opened, he bowed dramatically, hand pointing to inside the place.

Passing by him and through the door, you stole his hat and placed it on the coat hanger.

“ So,” he said, taking off his white shirt.

“ Now what?”

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(apologies for cliffhanger but cmon im updating daily until the 16th)

(part 2) / (part 4)

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sun-flower-children · 3 years

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Felix with MC that has wings

A/N: Yes @demon-paradise I totally can write that :) awww thank you so much :’))) I might have changed some details on accident so I’m sorry in advance but yeah not too much based on canon.

When you first entered the world you were how you were at the convention. Wearing your handmade, but still well crafted, Sunstone Order Knight uniform and in a very much basic human form. When you were surprised by the feeling of a sobbing crying form you still had a normal human silhouette. When you met Anisa and Sage in the fire-lit office you still looked the same. You continued to look the same while you lived in their “secret” headwaters and learned about the world around you as well as how to defend yourself.

Felix mentioned how he could sense the magic flowing through you and that it also felt relatively knew. You told him all you could about the convention with the glowing from inside a glass box. You don't remember quite touching it but you felt leaving the place you were at to be in the place you are now. You were trying to just not randomly let out bits of magic and not turn anyone so Felix taught you breathing excessive and other techniques to help you with control and letting gout the amount that you intend.

After touching Rime’s magical book that Felix unearthed from the depths of the study’s couch you had felt a strange stirring and a wave of tingles, kind of similar to those one would get when listening to asmr but all over the body, then immediately feeling a sharp pain in your back. The initial shock left you in almost a coma state and you woke up on your bed. You were laying on your stomach and felt an unnatural amount of weight on your back pushing down into the mattress. Experimentally stretching your arms out and feeling grossed out by the slime like liquid that was covering the bed on both sides of you. You felt a little bubble of panic popping inside of your stomach and starting breathing in slowly to calm yourself down. You focused of the soft feathery feeling that’s tickling the back of your knees. ‘That doesn’t feel so bad’ you think to yourself.

Bringing your arms in at a 90 degree angle, preparing to push yourself up, and surprisingly feel that you couldn’t. There was too much weight for you to push yourself so easily. You open your eyes a look toward the window and see that the sun had just started pushing against the horizon. Your eyes wander towards the floor-length mirror on the opposite side of the room and see that your shape on the bed wasn’t what you expected it to be. you could make out the bump for your head but then there was a giant and lengthy curve before seeing the subtle shapes of your feet.

Now abandoning the calm breathing technique you start to panic. Without thinking you flung yourself off the bed and onto the floor. The weight crushing you and pushing you to the floor. You slide yourself, shaking and struggling, reaching for the nearest chair to push yourself upwards. Arms shaking from being bed ridden for a while and creaking under all the pressure. ‘How long was I on the bed’ you think once again to yourself. Finally bringing yourself high enough to bringing your knee off the floor and immediately crumbled again, your head hitting the edge of the chair. Your groan was loud and cut through the silence that you didn’t quite realized was so deafening until now.

Enough time had passed where you were struggling to get on your knees that now the sunlight was peaking over the bottom of the window sill. Your knees gradually warmed up and were ready to bring you into the vertical position you have been working towards. when looking at your feet you was long feathers sweeping the floor and tickling your toes once in a while. Breathing hard, sweating and shaking with pain and also from being used so quickly after not moving for so long. Your back ached and you could truly stand already trying to stay in decent posture only to fall backwards and feeling the flames of pain searing up your back. Tears flowing of the sides of your face and you angrily cried in frustration. You could stand as long as you hunched over so that the weight on your back wasn’t dragging you down as much.

Looking into the mirror you saw the wings that were now behind you. The weight that you could feel pulling tender skin down and stretching it in every which a way as you moved. You were too tired to feel the shock you would have otherwise, delirious with the pain. Giving up on standing you flung yourself to the wall space by the mirror and leaned against the nearby bookshelf. The sounds of footsteps could be heard. But lighter smaller ones, not those of soldiers or even a large cat man. Too weak to properly defend yourself from whatever it maybe your curled up into a ball, arms over your head. Your new wings instinctively moving to circled around you like a shield.

The door opened and someone walked in. “(Y/N)?” a soft voice called out.

‘Felix’ you thought, recognizing the voice but not moving. Instead you made a noise that was meant to be “here” but instead came out as more of a painful groan.

He moved towards you and could hear him in the space in-front of you.

“Barista, are you...” he pauses,”...let’s get you back into the bed.” still in the same tone of voice he used before. You made a weak noise in defiance, not wanting to go through the hassle of moving again. After the faint noise of Felix muttering something under his breath that wasn’t in the speaking language, you felt some of the weight lifted and almost thought that the wings had come off. you look up seeing a rather disheveled Felix; his glasses skewed and off center. He held both your arms and led you slowly back to the bed. You were wearing someone bed gown but the back was either cut or ripped open because you could feel the cold breeze much more easily on your back.

In the new mornings light you noticed that you wings were the same color as you hair but a but darker and much more silky and shiny looking. “Like one of those L’oreeel commercials.” stumbles out off your mouth. Felix stops and looks at you, probably confused but you aren’t looking at him, before bringing you to sit down on the bed. You leaned down slowly to lay back down again, this time on your side. The wings moving out to make a more comfortable position. Felix sat down and began to explain.

Most of the information was lost on you as you kept fading in and out of focus. But you understood that the magic book reacted to you being not of this world and having magic in a way that wasn’t at all anticipated.The wings somehow had to do with some history thingy that may or may not have happened before and maybe something else happened but you didn’t catch it. Some more things happened. Something else about Sage panicking in the corner when it happened and Anisa freaking out and yelling at Felix and something else. Guards maybe have came. Did he just say that they made you pretend you were a doll in the Earth stuff room when the guards came in looking for a leaf gremlin? That’s not right.

“And that about sums up what happened during the week you were, uh, developing a new, uh...” Felix looks at your new wings and the open flesh on your back,” wings.” He sighs a deep sigh. “(Y/N) are you hungry?” That would make sense since you haven't been able to eat in a while but you didn’t feel hungry. You wanted to move and change clothes. Maybe take a shower because the slime has gotten into weird places.

The next few weeks was basically you trying to relearn how to move. You learned that you have to lift your wings with your back muscles to make it easier to walk around normally. The giant baths now became very useful with all the extra space being very accommodating of your wings. The best you had ever felt during this entire period was when the four of you went outside, not long after you showered, and you opened your wings to the fullest. Really stretching them and fluffing them out. Hearing the awes of the people around you admiring your wings.

Later that day Felix and you had a little dinner date, if you will, on one of the higher balconies. He explained that your back had started to grow two lumps and slower grew. The way he described all the slime coating your wings reminded you of that one scene from the Matrix. You accidentally said that thought out loud which then resulted in you explained what the 2009 world was like, explaining technology, then getting into the movie itself. The entire time you were explaining to him about Earth he was looking at you, nodding and asking more specific questions every once in a while.

Once the group had gotten more used to your wings and making sure that they were healthy, everything began to lighten up. Sage would make cat vs bird jokes, Anisa would try to come up with ways to make life more comfortable, which then ended with you moving to another room with a bigger door ( it was closer to Felix’s so you didn’t complain).

The first time you tried to fly, he was so worried and had his spells ready to catch you ( which did help the first few times). Eventually you got it; not being able to go for long amounts of time but could glide. Everyday working out with Sage to get those wing muscles going so that you could launch yourself vertically from the ground.

Felix thinks its so cute when your wings also react with you, though he will never tell you. The way the puffed up, to make you look bigger, when he was around his father. Or when he would kiss you your wings would relax and touch the floor. When you are really excited they would do a ton of tiny flaps. Felix would love to clean your wings for you. They are massive and it does take a lot of time but this is something that he wants to do for you because he feels like it’s partially his fault.

Felix loved you wings. Hey thought they were so beautiful and made you a literal angel in his eyes. The way they shined in the sun was almost like how you would brighten his day with your laugh. If the two of you were sitting close he would either pet your wing(s) or even closer so you wings circle the two of you. The little privacy bubble was always welcome but also made him feel like it was more intimate. At some point you would hug him and the wings would then engulf the two of you; makes him feel so safe, wanted and loved. You quickly caught on to this and made sure to do it more often. Felix will sometime get overwhelmed in public and you would use your wings as dividers and creating a safer space away from whatever stimulated him. On warmer days you would create a cool breeze by gently flapping your wings. When people try to catch you for your wings he goes full ape shit on them because how dare they try to touch and harm his dear barista, his dear angel (Y/N)

“Your wings are beautiful (Y/N) “ he would say randomly one day.

“ Aww thank you Felix. I’m so happy you like them” you said while smiling at him.

Felix looked away, trying to hide his blush, and brought his book up closer to his face. He was tempted to look at you when he heard you softly giggle but restrained himself from doing so. The rest of the afternoon would be spent stealing secret looks from each other and smiling yourselves when one sees the other doing something cute.

A/N: I might make another lil’ story, a kind of part 2, depends how well this one does :)

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ginazmemeoir · 3 years

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so i was inspired by @h00man-bean and here you go with a fic about Kaz and Inej as the Devil and the Reaper.

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I crash into consciousness. The sound of gurgling water and rustling leaves greets me as I stand up. Strange. The last time I was alive, I had arthritis and was confined to a wheelchair. All Nina could do was slow mine and Inej’s death. I remember the last breath I drew, the last thought I had, the last time I saw Inej smile. And then nothing. Just an empty void, just – not being anymore.

I look at myself, flex my toes. It appears as if death has returned my old skin back to me, but it still doesn’t look like mine. This one is clear as if it was tended to by a Grisha tailor daily, as if the man who bore it had never worked a day. I am wearing the suit I stole from Pekka Rollins, decorated with a genuine gold pin showing a crow with a lion’s head in its claws. My cane lies beside me along with my hat. Either I am in a coma and am dying a slow, painful death as many of my enemies wished, or I have woken from a dream and nothing that I know happened, never really happened. I would rather prefer the first. Then, I see Inej.

She stands there in her captain’s uniform, the teal coat Sturmhond gave her, coupled with breeches and boots. I bet her knives are still tucked there. Her skin, still the same gleaming bronze, is now wrinkle free. Her eyes are kohl rimmed, and her ink black hair spill onto her shoulders. She looks at me with confusion, her eyes searching. “Kaz?” she asks. I move toward her, and then run. Funny how a good leg is almost as useful as a grisha crafted cane.

I clasp her hands in mine, her breath caressing me. “Inej,” I whisper “What are we doing here?”

“You’re both dead actually.” says a voice behind me. I turn around to see a Fjerdan merchant approaching us. He wears a blood red coat with gold lapels. His blonde hair is slicked back, and he walks with the cool confidence of someone who just cracked a deal. The only thing differentiating him from a Kerch businessman that I once looted is that he’s surrounded by floating rocks. Inej immediately kneels beside me, and nudges me. “Sorry but I have a bad leg. Also I don’t bow to animated turkeys.” I say as I go and retrieve my cane and hat. The Fjerdan chuckles and replies in heavily accented Kerch, “I suspect that bad leg excuse is of any use to now, Kaz Brekker. Also, please get up Inej, you look extremely out of place bowing to me in a teal coat.” Inej gets up reluctantly, and when she does, she has… tears in her eyes?

“Sankt Demyan of the Rime, thank you for protecting me.” She says, and hands him one of her knives. “Ah. How poetic.” He says, and pockets the knife. That is when I realize that we, in fact are dead. And Inej’s saints, are in fact, real. Great. There goes my ten thousand kruge. Thankfully the rest of the Crows aren’t here or I would have ended up as quite literally, a bankrupt soul.

“How many times have I told you Demyan to let me welcome the visitors? You’re hardly a gracious host, let alone a good gambler,” says a Shu woman, as she walks in behind Demyan, along with a Suli girl. The Suli girl was surrounded by floating rocks as well. She looked at Inej, and smiled at her. “And now, I would like those gold buttons of yours.” Says the Shu woman.

Inej hastened to remove her own lapel, a dragon and a fox, when the woman stops her. “I’m not talking to you Wraith, I’m talking to Demyan. We had bet that Kaz Brekker would kick him in the balls when he first arrived. I however had gone for a scathing insult. So seems like I won.” She says, and takes the gold buttons that Demyan removed (albeit while grumbling) in her slender hands. “Sankta Yeryin of the Mill, and Sankta Marya of the Rock, I- it’s an honour to meet you.” says Inej, and proceeds to bow more times than she has apologized when she was alive. I am shocked to see the way these so called “saints” milk Inej’s “devotion”. She was the closest thing to a saint that people actually had down in the mortal realm, and I would rather have kicked Demyan in the balls than let Inej bow again. But I restrain myself for the sake of my jaan.

Inej gives two more knives to the women, and stands beside me. She looks like a ridiculous schoolgirl, all giddy as if she had met her favourite aunts, and I catch myself falling in love with her all over again as a dead soul. Demyan soon interrupts my thoughts with that sinuous high-pitched voice, and asks, “I see you’re unusually quite today Dirtyhands. What’s the matter?” “I’m sorry, it’s just I’m wrapping my head around the concept of not existing physically anymore. Also I’ve heard you carry your belongings with you to the afterlife, so where’s all my gold?” I reply. Yeryin chuckles, her slit eyes crinkling while Marya looks at me in disbelief. Her voice, booming like a mountain echo, repeats what she, and countless others back in the mortal world, including my wife, thought each day, “Have you no honour Kaz Brekker?” I just shrug and adjust my hat.

“Anyways, ah, back to the topic at hand.” says Demyan, as he walks towards a tree. No wait, the tree. It could easily be as tall as a mountain. Five springs gush forth from its roots, and a heart is suspended from thorns right in front of a tear in it. The heart with the thorns I remember from the most epic heist of my career, involving legends and the Ravkan monarchy. The tree I do not. Inej asks, “Mind me, O great Saint of the Dead, but could you please acquaint us with our surroundings?” Wow. That’s a lot of vocabulary from a woman whose last sentence, in my memories, is complaining how the medicine she gave me smelled like rat fart. “Oh yup that’s Djel. Or rather his ash tree. Quite popular with my countryfolk.” he says cheerfully. “And we’re here in a mountain in the Sikurzoi, in a different plane of existence. For you, are dead.” he continues, with that ridiculous smile of his. Marya then steps forward, her voice slightly less enthusiastic, giving me the feel that this is all probably quite rehearsed for a while now. “You are a long way from home my loves. Kaz Brekker, you died a natural death. Inej Ghafa, you also died a natural death. Both of you were a hundred and thirteen years old, with Inej dying within a year of your death. The form you have now, is the form you chose to be remembered as.” she says. Yeryin huffs past us, her robes billowing, and hands the buttons over to Demyan, raising up her hand to his face and showing a symbol that quite contradicts with the Saint of Hospitality. “I should have expected such from you, you merchant scum.” she says. She then turns to directly address us and says, “Enough introductions though. The real reason you’ve been brought here is for another reason entirely. You see, the souls of the dead…”

I roll my eyes as the Sankta prepares for another lecture about how our “feeble human brains can’t comprehend the world.” I regret having married Inej in this moment in the afterlife though. Dirtyhands would’ve conned them by now and found a way back to the mortal realm. Kaz Brekker on the other hand, sits on the grass like a five-year old listening a story. Inej sits beside me, her coat now lying beside her in a heap and her hair fluttering open. How I wish I could’ve seen her in the open sea like that.

“…are usually brought to the other sides of the tree.” Yeryin says, waving her hands in an elegant motion to summon up a throne made out of the river pebbles and rocks, confirming that the trio were all, in fact, Fabrikators. “There, they are all assessed in context with their deeds on earth. Everything that they’ve gone through, and everything they’ve done is all taken into account by the Saint of The Book.” She then points to a woman, invisible until this point, sitting near the tree. She bends over a desk, poring over a giant ledger and surrounded by thick books. Her thick blonde hair covered her face, her glasses perched on her wide nose, and her fair, plump skin flushed. “The three of us then decide their fate in the afterlife. Those, who we decide are ‘good’, enjoy the fruits of paradise for a while and then return to the making at the heart of this world. Those, who we deem ‘bad’, are impaled on the thorn wood until they are purged of their sins. They then bathe in one of Djel’s springs, and return back to merzost.”

“Yeah but why are you telling us all of this? We get it, we’re dead, so which way are we going?” I ask the Saints. Inej elbows me once again, scolding me with her eyes. I shrug, and stand up with my cane. “Unless you have something else to tell us, I would like to take your leave. Saints.” I start to walk, when I find myself tripping over. I right myself with my cane just in time, and see that my hands and feet are bound by vines, Demyan’s hands raised up. These saints want a taste of Dirtyhands? Fine. I will show them Dirtyhands.

I see Kaz’s demeanour change. He slips into the familiar garb of Dirtyhands, his eyes cold as flint, lips slightly pursed, standing like the King of the Barrel. I get into a fighting stance, my heavy coat no longer obstructing me. I feel the presence of my remaining knives, regretting handing over the rest. I respect my Saints, but nobody, and I repeat nobody, touches my husband and escapes alive.

Marya stands immovable, her eyes gazing at something in the distance. Yeryin clasps her hands, and states, “You came here at our wish Kaz Brekker. You leave with our wish as well. No need to reach for your knives Wraith they won’t serve you here.” I feel a tug inside me, as if someone is yanking on my leash. Before I know, I am pulled back, my breath knocked out of me, and I crash into a wooden chair. Kaz suffers a similar fate beside me, and I can see his anger barely in check. “Why are you doing this to us?” I ask Marya. She glances at me, her eyes tearful, and replies, “Because we’re tired Inej Ghafa. Because you’re now, the new gods of death.”

Great. We’re the subject of a cruel joke by the Saints and are being tortured for our sins. “We don’t want anything to do with you or your jobs. Just release us and march us over to the thorn wood, I’m ready to answer for my crimes.” “Oh you silly girl, we won’t kill our scapegoats, will we? Isn’t that right my fellow sisters?” Demyan says in his ridiculously cheerful manner. That smile takes me back to the West Stave, Heleen bartering over me with the slavers, her sinuous smile each time I resisted her. I eventually did track my slavers, although only Kaz knows of their fate, for he was the one who insisted on having them. Demyan then comes over to us, and the Saint of Death’s face becomes morose. He kneels in front of us, as if pleading with us, and says, “You see, we’re linked directly with humans and grisha. Death. Hospitality. Pathfinder. Our roles were fundamental to the balance of the world, to the smooth passage of souls and justice in the afterlife. However, seeing the Starless One return back to merzost, seeing Juris merge with the Dragonqueen, has made us realize that we thought impossible, was actually just – improbable. You would certainly know about that, wouldn’t you Dirtyhands?” Demyan glances at Kaz, his eyes moist, while Kaz looks at him unflinchingly. Weren’t the Saints destined to perform their duties? Then why are they looking for scapegoats? Demyan comes back to me, his tone rushed as he blurted out his plan. “We long to be free Inej Ghafa. We too long to return back from where we came. We too long to feel.” Yeryin and Marya then float over to us. “A Saint that dispenses justice, must have suffered injustice to be accurate in his judgements. He should be immovable, yet sensitive to the souls he receives. Kaz Brekker, you have shown us the resilience and fury of a Saint.” Yeryin says. Marya then glances at me, and begins, “Jaan, you’re one of my own people, and so I hold a special place for you. The Saint that is the Reaper, who brings over the souls of the dead, must kill without remorse. Must feel for each soul with all of her heart. She must be indiscriminate in her search.” “And you Inej Ghafa have shown us that heart.” Demyan finishes, clasping my hand. “The part is yours, should you keep it. However, remember, you must take it up with free will, for handling the deceased is a far more tedious and draining task than it sounds.”

I look back at Kaz. His eyes are focussed on the ground, his brain coming up with another wild scheme. I look at the Saints with disbelief. All this time, as I, as millions, prayed to them, honouring their martyrdoms with festivals and prayers, the Saints just longed to be human. Kaz finally speaks after what feels like an eternity. “I have a question. Are the Saints willing to answer that?” “But of course. That is the least we can do for you.” says Yeryin.

“You might’ve come across two souls in your eternal career. Jordie, and Pekka Rollins. What fate awaited them?” I ask hesitantly. I am both excited and afraid of the answer the saints hold for me. Marya looks at the Saint of the Book. She rises, and comes towards us, a small register in her hands. She hands it to Marya, and returns back, giving me a not-so subtle side look. Marya searches for the names I asked, clears her throat, and begins. “Pekka Rollins, the leader of the Dimes, a gang in the streets of Ketterdam, was impaled on the thorn wood. He was purged of all his sins, and then chose to return back to merzost. As for Jordie, your brother, he did not choose to stay for long.” I look back at Marya. “His soul… was tormented. Even though he was healed with the waters of Djel, even though we helped his soul discover his unknown gift as a Grisha Tidemaker, he kept searching this garden for you. In the end, he chose to take a single bite of Djel’s fruit, and returned back to merzost, finally at peace.”

Jordie’s fate stuns me into silence. Pekka Rollins snatched our life on Earth, but even in the gardens of paradise my brother kept searching for me. My vision blurs, my brother’s destiny opening a well of sadness in me, his peaceful return to merzost the only respite offered to him. This was the place where Jordie’s soul searched for me. Where he waited and waited for me, until he dissolved back into the heart of the world. And this is where I would choose to stay for eternity, the only place that holds my brother’s peace. I look at Marya, and nod.

Beside me, Inej grasps my hand, and smiles. She then looks down at Demyan, and says, “We will take up the mantel of your duties, O Revered Saints.” I roll my eyes. It’s as if Sturmhond’s vocabulary worms it’s way into Inej’s brain each time she talks to her saints.

The saints all look at each other, then smile and open their arms. “Our powers, are then yours, Wraith and Dirtyhands.” Golden rays, the colour of sundried wheat and barley emit from Yeryin. Ink black waves surge from Demyan while a shower of dirt erupts from Marya. The three slowly disappear, probably to a much better place. The knives Inej gave to them clatter on the ground.

Inej picks up her coat, dusts it off, and shrugs it on. She picks up her knives, touching them to her forehead, and wipes them on her sleeve. “So what do we now?” she asks me. “Well we’re here for eternity, alone, at least till you go off to bring our souls. Let’s have some fun.” I say and suggestively smirk. The Saint of the Book widens her eyes in horror as she looks at us. “Oh keep it in your pants, you perv.” I say, as I give a big shout and run towards the gentle slope along the riverbank, Inej’s soft padded boots following me, as we both tumble into each other and hurtle to the earth.

#soc #six of crows #kaz #inej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #dirtyhands #the wraith #wraith #leigh bardugo #kanej fic #story time #vasu #sankt demyan of the rime #sankta yeryin of the mill #sankta marya of the rock #grishaverse

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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(crying because it gave me an error message the first time I tried sending this so sorry if this shows up twice) Main 4 react to MC, who has an anxiety disorder, having an anxiety attack (crying, shaking, and all that good stuff) and coming to them for help/comfort? Thankies uvu

Don't worry friend it only came through once

Well I did something like that here but I can certainly expand on it!

GN!Reader, does breathing into a bag actually work??, I don't know but I'm also not gonna look it up because I don't have the braincells for that rn, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage, Rime) because I think everyone is helping as much as they can, I guess you could kind of call this a sequel? Sorta?

If you have an anxiety disorder then it's fair to say that your panic/anxiety attacks are a frequent enough occurrence that everyone has at least some idea of what you need and how to proceed.

Felix has probably had panic attacks before and has them sometimes now, so I think he's generally the best at dealing with them. He's great at figuring out what you need even if you can't say it, and he's surprisingly able to hold himself together and focus on calmly and quickly getting you somewhere safe so you can have some privacy while you panic. Once the worst of it is over he makes you tea and invites you to talk about whatever you want to talk about, whether its what just happened or something else entirely.

Anisa is a little more frazzled because she's trying to help but she doesn't wanna mess up. Her speciality is adapting. If you need everything in the immediate area moved away because you feel like everything is closing in on you, she's kicking it all to the other side of the room. If you need a specific comfort item she's pulling it out of thin air (aka she sprinted and got it and sprinted back). Sometimes watching her zip around can be calming in and of itself, especially when she trips over something she left laying around and just face plants. Sorry Annie. It was funny tho.

Sage is big and stronk so he is very good at making you feel safe and reassuring you that nothing bad is happening or going to happen. He's careful to never outright dismiss your fears or make you feel silly/stupid for them, but he does make it clear that anything who wants to hurt you has to go through him first. And he's pretty damn unkillable. So don't worry. Okay?

Rime used to help Felix with his anxiety attacks, so he's got some experience. He's usually able to figure out right away what triggered you and either remove it or remove you. Plus he can use his illusion magic to bring you to your happy place, whatever that looks like. Or just teleport you somewhere if you'd rather do that. Whatever it is you need.

If all four of them are together then Anisa is fucking bowling into everyone as she zooms around trying to get things. She knocks Felix to the floor while Sage and Rime are building a pillow fort and then Rime has to go help those two idiots up while Sage is laughing at them for being stupid.

I feel like Sage would tell a lot of dumb jokes to try and keep your mind off your panic.

Felix and Rime calmly talk you through the attack, helping you ground yourself and reminding you you're safe

Anisa is trying to help ground you but...... She's really out of breath.................... Give her a minute..............................................

You're feeling unsafe so Sage offers you a knife on impulse and Rime whacks the back of his head

Everyone is available for hugs if you want them! If you don't, everyone is around to just talk or just,, be there and remind you everything is fine.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #anisa anka #sage lesath #rime solano varela #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #fictif sage #last legacy sage #rime varela #fictif rime #last legacy rime #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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hey! my bro and I are in a run & I got hit with this idea! So whaT if while Aketchi was playing good against his better judgment he started falling for kind/sweet!reader, & they seem the most hurt by his outburst/transformation - & when they reach out for him like a hug or something he hurts them really bad and snaps out of it to cry over her and confesses all sad & she’s not dead but weakly tells him that he doesn’t need shido cause he’s precious or whatever to her?

Hello Anon!! I had to read this about four times to get the gist of what you were saying but I think I understood. Akechi angst is good for the soul, I swear!

Trigger Warning: Blood ;; Injuries ;; Violence ;; Swearing

- Nexus.

Blooming Villain | Goro Akechi

Kindness was a foreign concept to Goro Akechi. He held his true personality away from the masses under the mantra of ‘ the world cannot be hate you if the world does not know you ’. Suppressing his inner rage & turmoil led to him manifesting a second Persona with the God given gift to make a heart psychotic.

With this, he plunged the world into chaos. They would finally understand the circumstances he was forced into. How sick people made him with their petulant bullshit. How much he despised Masiyoshi Shido. Akechi was the puppeteer, everyone else the puppets.

Until the Phantom Thieves began to make a display. Harpering on about bringing criminals to justice & how evildoers would be punished. Once he ascertained their identities, they would be torn to shreds, crippled by their own mistakes. That criminal trash Akira Kurusu & his band of motley do-gooders were nothing to fret about. It was simple: Laying the blame on them. He dismantled their foundations at the roots by killing off the leader, leaving the rest to scatter in fear of their lives.

Call it detective’s intuition but something was off as he began to piece the puzzle together: It was the bug planted on his phone that finally tipped him off. Everyone had known from the beginning, even if they acted so nonchalantly towards him. If they had listened in on his phone conversations, then they knew about Shido and the manifestation of his distorted desires.

So he waited. Waited for the Phantom Thieves.

The confrontation came on the afternoon of December 15th. It was a grey morning, rimed with frost & dark clouds on the horizon. Entering the Metaverse in his detective prince outfit was jarring but he paid no mind. Akechi watched as they solved the puzzles, obtaining the Letters of Recommendation until they reached the final room.

Engaging them with the princely facade & the psychotic shadows, he was quickly defeated. As to be expected. They began to spout their trash about teaming up, working together, overturning fate by working together. The same petulant bullshit everyone had given him.

Screaming at them to shut up, his transformation began. Akechi had to be stronger than them. No, he was. Loki began to manifest & they all watched in varied states of horror as his true mask began to unveil itself.

Individually, they were easily crushed. Much like ants. However, it was a colony of ants that worked together. Bringing each other back up when one was knocked down. He had almost managed to kill Joker, until one of his pathetic teammates threw themselves in the way. Despite the power he carried as a Wild Card, he was eventually defeated.

Frustrated would never be able to convey anything Akechi was feeling as the last of his energy sapped away. Losing was never a possibility in his mind & the Desperation began to set in. Slaughtering them all would be what he achieved, no matter the cost to his body.

Still, he had lost. All of his ambitions began to crumble around him & he could feel his pulse counting down the seconds he had left to live. They were going to end it all here as his vision began to blur-

A figure stepped out of formation & began to approach. They were decked out in the same fancy garb as all the other Phantom Thieves but there was boldness to the way they moved.

After everything he had put into motion, all of the harm he had caused, she still reached for his hand as he knelt on the ground, his mask shattered. Pieces realigned in his memory. Akechi remembered her as she spoke:

“ Akechi, don’t you want to come with us? ”

It was her. The person he cared about in some sort of twisted sense.

The day they met was supposed to be average. Kosei High was an institution for the privileged, which was what made Akechi despise it so. Plastic smiles & easily hidden facades, no one ever had good intentions when they approached.

He had made a foolish error, losing some of the paperwork he needed for the latest case. It would not have him lose his job as it did not contain any confidential information but it would be tiresome to rewrite. As to not arouse suspicion, he carefully picked his way through the classroom, his body language rigorously casual.

Someone tapped him on the back & he whipped around.

“ You’re Akechi, right? Well, I found some of your detective stuff underneath the desk you sit at & you seemed kinda lost so I thought I’d return it, ” was all she said as a small stack of papers were offered to him. It was exactly what he was looking for.

Taking them into his arm to ensure nothing had been taken from him, he gave her a once-over. Donning the Kosei High uniform as any student would, she seemed mostly composed. Usually, the fangirls were the most distracting part of his career with all the harassment & questions that were slightly too inappropriate to answer but she seemed less bothered about who he was, instead ensuring that he obtained what had been previously lost.

“Ah, thank you. I had been looking for these. It wouldn’t look very good for a detective to lose their work, ” he replied, playing his role.

“ No worries about it, we all lose things sometimes! Anyway, I have to go now, lunch is starting soon. See you around. ” As quickly as the conversation began, it had ended & Akechi was genuinely baffled.

There was one thing he had gleaned from that interaction: Her smile was genuine. She had wanted to help him, in return for nothing.

Second meetings were uncommon but somehow it was possible.

One of the most common places for Akechi to eat lunch was the school rooftop. It was quiet during the winter & the sound of wind rushing through his ears was serene compared to anything the school had to offer. There was something softly screeching open & as he turned to face whoever it was, there was recognition from both of them.

“ Ah. Akechi. I’m really sorry if I’m interrupting something, I like to come up here whenever there’s too much noise, ” she clarified, making no move closer nor further.

“ You’re no trouble at all. I’m merely taking a break as well. ”

So she sat. They talked. It was never about anything important but it was therapeutic not having to regurgitate promises about the Phantom Thieves & serving justice. Eventually it became a somewhat regular routine, as whenever he attended school she was there waiting. This went on for a few months with them exchanging contact information to keep in touch, even when not in school.

Being in denial was not going to help him approach the situation. He liked her. She was counted among one of his very few friends & yet he longed. Ached. Every time she said something, he felt like a fool. Only through years of practise did he barely stutter. It felt both exhilarating & disgusting at the time. No matter. Puppy crushes were easy to smother out.

When he found out she was a Phantom Thief, he felt betrayed. Was he just a source of information to her?

Yet even in the Metaverse when Akechi was essentially blackmailing them, she was still as sweet as ever. Akira insisted on having the two of them in the front lines for almost the entirety of Sae’s Palace & although keeping pace was relatively easy { he had been through entire Palaces on his own }, she always made sure to check up on him whenever possible.

In the Safe Rooms when the Phantom Thieves were to take a break, she insisted on patching up his wounds & try as he might there was no refusing. Her touch was gentle, unlike anything else he had experienced. Even if she casted a healing spell such as Diaharan, there was something all too soothing about the way it helped. It made him want to throw up.

Irrationally, all of his mangled thoughts correlated together: She had betrayed him; She was the one who decided to side with the Phantom Thieves; She would be in the front lines of the battle. He never needed her petulant bullshit.

“ Shut up! I don’t need pity, especially from the likes of you. You’re the one who pretended to care, only to go behind my back & side with them. ”

Something about the way his sword slashed all the way across her body was far too easy. The fabric from her Phantom Thief outfit tore like paper & it was clear the protector underneath did not suffice, as she screamed in agony.

Akechi did not care. He never cared to begin with.

Then why did he catch her?

Watching her blood permeate his costume was worse than any physical pain he had ever experienced. The Phantom Thieves were staring and he almost collapsed from the raw shock. It was obvious she was trying to speak but all she could do was cough up blood.

Working quickly in a panicked haze, Akechi simply put pressure onto her wound. He did not know any healing skills, though he really wished he did right now. Curses mumbled out as a fresh emotion covered his rage, his contempt for those around him: Sorrow.

Someone touched his face & he whipped his head down.

“ I- I know you’re angry,” she uttered through gritted teeth, “ but you don’t have to be. You’re precious. Shido doesn’t need you, Goro. ”

Crying was a foreign concept to Goro Akechi.

Word Count: 1.5k

Publish Date: 01.10.20

#{ crow }#{ I kinda struggle to write Akechi content since Dance with Justice }#{ I just feel like he’s not in character?? }#persona 5 royal x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 imagines #p5r #persona #goro akechi x reader #goro akechi #{ someone tell me if I’m writing him okay }#{ akechi: ok so I like her }#{ also akechi: haha jagged sword go brr }#tw: injury #tw: blood #tw: swearing

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askkrenko · 3 years

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Krenko’s Guide to Pokemon: Mr. Line

“If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is around to hear it, and it hits a mime, does anyone care?” ~ Gary Larson

DESIGN

Mime Jr.’s actually pretty cute, looking like a tiny little silly clown. The design is a bit generic but also very effective, making it a creature with just enough clown parts so that you know it’s a clown without so many clown parts to look terrifying. It also manages to look a lot like one of those clown-faced ice creams you can get at some places, where the cone is upside down as a hat. The point is, Mime Jr. is a small, cute pokemon that works perfectly fine.

Next is “Kantonian” Mr. Mime, and I put that in quotes because this Pokemon isn’t actually Kantonian. As with Farfetch’d, Mr. Mime is called Kantonian because that’s the first region we as players could get it, but the only ones available in Kanto outside of Let’s Go are either from trades or from the game counter, plus a very tiny amount that appear in the grass patch south of Pallet Town in Gold and Silver but not Red and Blue, implying that someone in Pallet Town has been breeding and releasing Mr. Mimes, and I’m not going to say who, but we all know these Mimes are a certain protagonist’s half-siblings, don’t we?

So where is Mr. Mime from? Well, we’ve established that the first Mr. Mime we met, Marcel, didn’t come from Kanto, and there’s no Mr. Mime in Johto, Hoenn, or Unova. Alola’s a weird one, as they don’t appear in Sun and Moon but they do appear in both Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon. Still, they’re only in one location and Alola is known for having many imported Pokemon. Sinnoh’s a possibility- while the Trophy Garden is clearly cultivated, Mr. Mime and Mime Jr. both appear in the wild in Diamond (but not Pearl). Still, I think the actual natural habitat of this Mr. Mime is the Reflection Cave in Kalos. Not only would a mime Pokemon make the most sense in the Kalos region, but it’d make far more sense for it to be living in a hall of mirrors than simply wandering grasslands as it does in Diamond. Further, this is in much closer proximity to the Galar Region, where Mime Jr.s and Galarian Mr. Mimes wander freely. Thus, for the rest of this article I’m going to refer to this creature as Kalosian Mr. Mime.

And Kalosian Mr. Mime is terrifying. This thing is so Uncanny Valley that it goes down to becoming some sort of Uncanny Trench where light vanishes and there’s no hope for escape. It has all the most terrifying aspects of a clown, with a vaguely human form that isn’t quite right, hair that resembles horns, and an uncomfortably close relationship with your mother. Its bright coloration and curly feet are just sort of haunting, giving the illusion that it’s wearing clothes while in actuality that’s all just part of it’s horrible, horrible body.

In contrast, Galarian Mr. Mime is much friendlier looking. The pants help a lot, but so do the big gloves and the nose. It looks less like a monster and more like a cartoony man, and while it’s still weird to see a Pokemon that’s so humanlike, this version doesn’t feel inherently wrong and unsettling. Much better design here, unless the goal is to freak people out. That said, I just don’t buy this as an evolved form of Mime Jr. Galar really needed a Galarian Mime Jr. to finish the set, because as is Mime Jr. turning into Galarian form in Galar and Kalosian form anywhere else just feels off. The other weird thing is that Galarian Mr. Mime, with its new focus on tapdance, doesn’t still feel like it should be called Mr. Mime. It’s something I complain about a lot with alternate forms, but if a creature’s called Mr. Mime it should be miming, not dancing, and if a creature’s called Sandshrew it should be sand based.

Visually, I love Mr. Rime. He’s got all the charm of Galarian Mr. Mime but now has a silly hat and an ice cane. He also gets the red bubble on his stomach back from being a Mime Jr. which makes me question why Galarian Mr. Mime doesn’t have it. Mime Jr. links fine to Mr. Rime, but through features lost along the way, like its hat and its big red poofs. Mr. Rime is also clearly Charlie Chaplin, and I love the pun of its name in that it’s both Rime and Rhyme.

EVOLUTIONS:

Oh god this line is a mess.

First we get Mime Jr, which has first form starter stats, but evolves when knowing the move Mimic. With no TM or TR, Mime Jr. learns Mimic at 32, finally evolving into a Pokemon whose stat total is still a bit small for a final form. If it’s not in Galar, it stays a Psychic/Fairy type. If it is in Galar, it becomes a Psychic/Ice type, which then evolves again at 42 into something that’s not actually that big a boost over its previous for, making Galarian Mr. Mime a good user of the Eviolite.

And then Mime Jr. is an incense baby, so if you breed two Mr. Mimes (and you can because despite the name half are female) you get a Mr. Mime if you’re not using incense. This is a stupid mechanic that they need to get rid of.

As with Farfetch’d, the fact that the original doesn’t get a new evolution while the regional form does bothers me, because it doesn’t do anything to bring the original back into playability, it just gives us a new different Pokemon that makes the original less relevant.

I will say Mime Jr. was a good addition. While some baby Pokemon are a waste of time, Mime Jr.’s actually a really solid early-game Pokemon, and Mr. Mime’s strong enough that it shouldn’t be appearing until mid to late game anyway. Adding Mime Jr. adds a lot of playability to this line in PVE.

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TYPING:

Kalosian Mr. Mime spent a lot of time as a Psychic type until we actually went to Kalos and found out it was a Psychic/Fairy type this whole time. Defensively, this is decent. It only has three weaknesses, and while it only has three ‘resistances,’ one of them’s a double and one of them’s an immunity. Offensively, it’s super-effective against four types and neither type works well against Steel… but that’s Steel, and most things don’t work well against Steel.

Galarian Mr. Mime and Mr. Rime are Ice/Psychic types, with their only competition in that type combination being Jynx and the legendary Ice Rider Calyrex. Defensively, this is a really bad combination, with six weaknesses and only two resistances- Ice and Psychic themselves. Offensively, this gives super-effective options against six types with only Steel as a shared resistance.

Art by DarkraiLady

STATS

Kalosian Mr. Mime has a whopping 120 Special Defense, but a mere 40 HP, seriously inhibiting its ability to actually tank, and only 65 physical defense. It’s 100 Special Attack is respectable, but Speed 90 isn’t really enough to make a sweeper out of it, even with Nasty Plot.

Galarian Mr. Mime balances its stats a bit, trading Special Attack and Special Defense for a bit more HP and Speed, but the only thing here that really works out in its favor is that it can equip an Eviolite, turning it into an actual defensive Pokemon, albeit one that still has poorer HP than most.

Mr. Rime brings up most of its stats as evolutions do, but weirdly drops its speed from 100 to 70. It manages to be more defensive than average post-evolution, but its key stat becomes its 110 Special Attack. Overall, its stats are fine, able to dish out hits and take them, and its worst stats are only a bit below average.

Singin’ in the Snow by Pizapioart

ABILITIES

Kalosian Mr. Mime and Galarian Mr. Mime have entirely different abilities, with Mr. Rime having another.

Like Electrode, Kalosian Mr. Mime can get Soundproof, and there’s plenty of Sound based attacks out there, making this a decent defensive option. This improves in 2v2 where you can pair it with Boomburst.

Filter, a near-Signature ability of Mr. Mime, is another powerful defensive option, reducing the damage of supereffective moves from 2x to 1.5x. As you can reasonably expect most opponents to have Poison, Steel, or Ghost moves somewhere in their lineup, you really can’t go wrong with this.

Technician increases the power of any of Mr. Mime’s moves of 60 power or less by 50%, and in theory this is a good ability, but Mr. Mime just learns all the good moves anyway. There’s no reason to use a Technician’d Confusion when you can learn Psychic, or a Technician’d Magical Leaf when you can learn Energy Ball. Skipping this should be easy, because it’s Mr. Mime’s Hidden Ability.

Galarian Mr. Mime (but not Mr. Rime) gets Vital Spirit, which grants immunity to sleep. This is fine and usable and plenty of enemies will try and put you to sleep, but this isn’t the reason you’d be using this Pokemon.

Mr. Rime gets Tangled Feet, which is a garbage ability for garbage Pokemon. Nobody needs raised evasion when confused, what they need is to not be confused.

Ice Body, hidden ability of Galarian Mr. Mime and Mr. Rime, causes a Pokemon to heal in Hail. Of course, every Pokemon that can get this, other than the not-fully-evolved Seel, takes no damage in Hail anyway, and it really takes a fully defensive playstyle to worry about using your ability on sometimes healing 1/16th max HP a turn. There are ways to build Mr. Rime for this, but it’ll involve other Poekmon on your team setting up the Hail and wanting it, too.

Besides, Galarian Mr. Mime and Mr. Rime have the signature ability “Screen Cleaner” which negates Reflect, Light Screen, and Aurora Veil upon switching in. This ability is honestly the best reason to use these Pokemon, more than anything they’ll actually do once on the field. Any ability that has an effect on switch in tends to be good, because as long as it’s something you wanted done, you basically just got a free action.

Art by PeregrineJazmin, formerly Retkikosmos

MOVES:

Psychic and Psyshock are both great options for your primary attack form. Psychic is a bit bigger, but as you’ll have a special move of your other element to fall back on, Psyshock adds a bit more versatility.

Kalosian Mr. Mime’s only Fairy attack is Dazzling Gleam so you take Dazzling Gleam. Galarian Mr. Mime/Mr. Rime gets your choice of Ice Beam, Blizzard, or Freeze-Dry. Freeze Dry has the drawback of being weaker most of the time, but extra strong against Water Types, which are rather common. Blizzard is more likely to outright end something, but without Hail its accuracy is rather poor.

Coverage options are pretty wide for the mimes. Thunderbolt, Energy Ball, Shadow Ball, and Focus Blast are available to both, with that last one being super effective against the Steel types that resist Psychic, Fairy, and Ice.

If you think you’ll get a moment to build up, Nasty Plot is always a great move, as is the more defensive Calm Mind.

Mr. Rime gets two particularly interesting options: it can Rapid Spin, which combines well with Screen Cleaner to reset the field, and it can learn Slack Off, the normal type equivalent of Recover.

The Mime family’s move pools are actually rather deep, and there’s plenty more options in there, like Hypnosis, Reflect and Light Screen, Baton Pass, Iron Defense, Stored Power, and, via older gens, Healing Wish.

Art by albrt-wlson, which I have to assume is short for Albert Wilson, but might actually be Alberta Walesong.

OVERALL:

I love to hate Mr. Mime, though overall the whole family winds up in the range of ‘fine.’ Mr. Rime’s speed loss is its biggest hit, but other than that there’s a lot of good stuff it can do, especially with both Screen Cleaner and Rapid Spin. Having below average speed on a Pokemon with so many weaknesses is a problem, but with such a strong variety of moves there’s a lot that can make up for it.

Kalosian Mr. Mime, unfortunately, really needs that stat boost that Mr. Rime got or the ability to use Eviolite like Galarian Mr. Mime, and it just doesn’t have either.

The other thing that really bugs me about Kalosian Mr. Mime is its abilities or lack thereof. In flavor, Mr. Mime is THE Barrier Pokemon. Reflect and Light Screen are supposed to be what it does better than anyone else… but it just isn’t. Sure, Soundproof, Filter, and Technician are interesting, but I’d have loved to see Mr. Mime have something like Prankster or an ability that mimicked Light Clay, anything to say ‘this is the Pokemon that is best at Reflect.’ Honestly it’s a problem I see in the game a lot, a Pokemon having a specifically mentioned ability or a clear signature move that the Pokemon just has no reason to use. At least Mr. Rime clearly wants to use Teeter Dance with Tangled Feet, even if that strategy isn’t a strong one.

It just really bugs me when a Pokemon isn’t good at what it’s supposed to do, even if it’s good in other ways.

#Krenko's Pokemon Guide #Mr. Mime #Mime Jr.#Mr. Rime #Delia Ketchum has secret mime babies

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i’m not the same anon but rime with a rut.... rime. with. a. rut. RIME WITH A RUT XJSCEJEXEHCEJEXEJEXE I’M DYING OKAY!!! now i need the aftermath because i know that as soon as rime comes to his senses he will behave like a tsundere but by now mc knows how much he desires them and therefore rime can no longer hide his feelings👀 i need more okay? xjscsjcsjs (i want to thank you and the first anon, what a bless xjscsj) note from nia: this has been in my drafts for so long i'm so sorry i restarted the entire thing bc i didn't want it to be as angsty as the first draft was heading :'/

giggles and laughs. he's so silly if he thinks he can try to pretend that he wasn't down horrendous when mc can just pull their shirt collar down so he has to look at all the hickies he left

rime isn't an asshole. ok he definitely can be but

i stand by the fact that if not anything else,, he'd wake up before them, process what happened, and leave water and a change of clothes by the bed before getting breakfast. yeah he might be embarrassed and scared but he isn't just going to pretend that was just some extreme one night stand—it meant both of them being trusting and vulnerable and he just. [ orz ]

he knows they have to talk about it eventually, but if he has to wait it isn't going to be in bed while Staring At Them (though usually he wouldn't complain having that opportunity). he needs a breather. needs to do Something

when mc manages to get up and find him in the kitchen he tenses up hearing their footsteps. he turns to look at them and they just stare at each other

" 🧍 🧍"

rime has the decency to ask if they're sore. mc snorts because they definitely didn't waddle their way down the stairs to find him /sarc

"do you...want to talk about what happened?" "the fact that you caught me in the middle of my rut or that we fucked for an insane amount of time" "...yes. i think those are connected"

there's a lot of awkward pauses because they aren't sure where to start or what to say and for Once,, rime is in the worse position. mc tries their best but it comes out as shit like

"so you Did have a crush on me" "what's wrong with you" "well,"

rime lets out this huge sigh and mc can hear him mutter something about "it not supposed to go this way"

he's frustrated with himself . he may have wanted mc's 'help' in the first place but the fact that they found him the way they did instead of him being able to Ask. did they regret it?

mc knows rime well enough to know that his mind is wandering and frowns at him, "stop that. i offered to help." "because i looked so pitifully needy?" "okay. i wanted to help because i care about you, rime. i wouldn't have done anything if i didn't want to—if i didn't trust you."

trust is a Big Word for Rime (said like the elmo audio) especially after everything they had gone through up to that point. and sure he could have figured that out himself but hearing mc say it is a totally different thing

"look, if you wanna just...move on, i understand. we don't have to talk about it or do anything if you don't want to." "i never said i didn't want to." "what"

of course this was a possibility that mc considered but still,, it wasn't exactly how they imagined a confession would go. "you..?" "do you need me to spell it out for you? want me to kiss you again?"

mc seeing how far they can take it and saying "yeah sure." rime, an asshole, taking the challenge and walking right in front of them. rime, an asshole x2, going "you sure, sweetheart?" mc, shaken but not defeated, only leaning closer. rime and mc, both idiots, finally kissing (real).

rime and mc, now ???, pulling away after god knows how long and staring at each other. "so are we like, a thing now then?" "i'd be a little concerned if we weren't."

achievement unlocked: being asked on a date after already fucking

no but like.

"how uh, how regular are your ruts, exactly?" "why? you want me that bad?" "for fuck's sake, rime" "yeah, for f—" "Rime"

mc has unlocked the ability to legitimately say "you wanna fuck me so bad it's embarrassing" and rime just gets flashbacks

it's a double-edged sword because he can just throw back the fact that mc also wants to fuck Him. "you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

#last legacy #last legacy rime #fictif rime #rime varela #fictif #last legacy headcanons #mitskeiji's

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