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nevermoraa · 1 year

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*To preface, this fic is basically an adaptation/combination of a couple fics I read and really liked. Most of this is not my original work. I did make lots of changes(character is different, and I made some grammar and spelling corrections), but the rest of the credit goes to the original author*

The original fic: (insert here) I still need to find it again lol. If anyone can find it, please send it to me so I can credit the original writer. It’s a Zhongli fic by the same name.

The Chosen One

Ayato X Fem!Reader

Part 1/2

Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of pregnancy, ooc Thoma(Sorry to all of you in advance. He mean…), NSFW after the marker

(If there are any more warnings I forgot, let me know)

You could have sworn it would be another ordinary and boring day in your life. Well, it was, until a familiar man accompanied by strange people invaded your house.

“You’re the chosen one” the tall man said, a cold atmosphere around him.

“The chosen one?” You asked confused, anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Chosen for what, Thoma?”

“I’m not the one who will tell you” He spoke harshly, before commanding some guards to manhandle you to somewhere you didn’t even know yet.

The journey was long. So long that you had to sleep some days along the path until you arrived there. Many times you asked the people you were with about where they were taking you and what they were doing, only to be ignored. You just wanted everything to end. You wanted to go back home. But with time you learned that staying quiet was the best option. It wasn’t like they were going to give you any information anyways.

You arrived at the destination you were so curious about 3 days later. It was so beautiful. The sea lapping at the cliffs below, twisted trees with purple leaves all around, a large house with many gardens, and a sitting area out front with two bamboo mats and a low table.

Your heart raced when you felt the guards drag you towards the luxurious building. You weren’t used to so many things going on around you and everywhere you went had things that looked extremely costly. You had always lived a simple life and enjoyed it that way. You felt as though you weren’t dressed to even enter a place like this.

“Please” You begged, only to have your arms gripped with more cruelty as you approached the large wooden doors.

“Save it” Thoma said, looking at you with disgust. “You are not here because I want it. You are here because that was what Master Kamisato has asked of me”

“Kamisato Ayato?” You never thought you would ever even see him face-to-face in your life let alone him requesting your presence specifically.

“Enough, Thoma” A deep voice rang out from behind you. “You brought her safely here. That’s what I asked you to do. You can leave now.”

“But…Why her, Master Kamisato? She’s just a common girl. There are many other women that are capable of giving you an heir out there in Inazuma. Why did you choose her?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I chose her because she is the woman I want. You can leave now” The last four words were spoken with annoyance and harshness that you had not expected, and they gained a scoff from Thoma.

“Pathetic…” He whispered before turning around and leaving.

When the giant doors closed, with you and one of the most important men in Inazuma in the room, a shiver runs down your spine as you let his words sink in.

Giving Kamisato Ayato an heir?

That means you would carry his child…

You of all people?

Why you?

Did he watch you somehow?

That and so many other thoughts raced in your mind, making you dizzy.

“Don’t be scared. Don’t let anxiety blur your thoughts.” He had appeared out of nowhere right behind you, his voice making you stiffen.

You decide to stay quiet, afraid of bringing yourself more trouble. All you did was turn around and take in his beauty. Pale skin, lavender purple eyes, and most noticeably, baby blue hair. His suit was so neat and white that you couldn’t even imagine how long it took to wash and iron it. His air of elegance washed over you like a cold breeze in an instant.

“You look so astonished it hurts, y/n”

He knew your name. He called you by your name. That would be an honor anyone would throw themselves off of a bridge for.

“You...You know me?” That line carried a lot of fear, but also some admiration hidden deep below.

“I know all of this must be overwhelming you, my queen. I'll give you all the time you need to adjust to this new life, home, and me. All I want is your trust. I just need a confirmation that you will obey me and only me. Can you do that for me, my love?”

You shivered. It wasn't like you had any chance in a fight against him or his guards. You didn't have the strength, and deep down, you wanted to stay. Your heart belonged to him from the moment he defended you from his subordinates.

“I beg your forgiveness for what you've been through on the journey here. Even though I gave them explicit instructions to speak to you and act as though you were royalty, they are obviously unqualified to treat a woman like you how she deserves to be treated.”

“There's no problem at all, Sir Kamisato. It's okay…” You said in a low tone, too overloaded from all that had happened today to feel anything.

“Call me Ayato. I'm Sir or Master Kamisato to my subordinates, not to you, who are now my lover.” He suddenly pulled out an ornate gold ring from somewhere in his jacket. “Will you be mine, y/n?” He said, holding your hand gently with such care and grace.

“I suppose I'm already yours, Ayato.” You whispered, accepting the ring. It fit perfectly, which momentarily surprised you. Before you could process any more information, you felt his soft lips press against yours, lightly asking for permission. You deepen the kiss, sealing your love with the act.

Some hours passed and your anxiety was through the roof as you explored what was to be your new home. Had you made a wise choice to just agree? Perhaps it was one of the worst decisions you had made in your whole lifetime. Hopefully your future as Ayato’s wife will be better than you had initially imagined. Only time would answer…

You slept next to him that night. His bedroom was probably the most eloquently decorated room in the whole house. The bed was neatly done with the finest silk sheets you had ever felt. The headboard was ornately carved wood and delicately decorated with inlaid gold. You took a hot bath completely alone, since Ayato wanted to give you some privacy and time to trust him. His servants offered you soft silk clothing to change into once you got out and you accepted it gracefully. That night, he held you close to his body with his strong arms, cuddling you until you retreated to the depths of sleep.

Months passed since then. You just kept getting closer and falling more in love with each other. Eventually, the night came that Ayato had planned for long in advance.

“Come here, love” Ayato’s deep voice called out for you as he patted his lap while he sat on the bed. Since the beginning, you were completely obedient to him. It was obvious that you had fallen for the commissioner and now you couldn't be more happy to be his wife. The lingerie that he had specially made for you hugged and accentuated all your curves just right as you walked towards the bed.

~NSFW PAST THIS POINT~

Sitting on his lap, you moved sensually at his touches, feeling his hardness. You shared passionate kisses and you moved against his hips, back and forth. You could almost hold the desire you had for each other in your hands.

“Yes, just like that” Ayato’s lips pecked your neck with wet kisses, earning gasps from you. Your hands went to the base of his neck, holding his silky hair to get more support. You softly moaned when he found a soft spot. His mouth sucked the skin of your breast, leaving marks that would take a long time to fade.

“Ayato” You choked out. “Please. Don't stop…” The devotion in your voice made his heart flutter and sent warm feelings all over his body. He toyed a little with your breasts before switching places with you. Now he was the one on top, tracing kisses all along your body, taking his time to make sure you felt thoroughly safe and loved.

“Soon there will be an heir in here” He said with a kiss to your stomach. “I'll make sure you leave this bed with a baby or not at all.” Ayato spoke still sweetly, pure love and lust in his soft eyes.

His slim fingers move to play with you through your thin underwear, your arousal making the cloth wet.

“So wet for me, love...So obedient...I knew you would be the right one ever since the beginning.” He praised you, sliding one finger in with ease as you relaxed for him.

“Mmmh...yes” You pleaded for more as the clothes you were wearing slowly left your body. He took his time exploring you, feeling every crevice you had. Soon after, he added another finger. His movements making your back arch in pleasure and you felt the tension in your stomach grow, begging to be released like an animal from us confines. He used the soft pads of his fingers to reach your soft spot, only bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Ayato, please. Please let me have just this one” You managed to say between waves of pleasure.

“Go ahead. For me, my queen…” His soft voice made the knot in your stomach snap, making your walls pulse. The pulse vanished after a few seconds, leaving behind only pure endorphins running through your veins. Ayato entered you soon after letting you enjoy your first high of the night. It was as if you two were made for each other. His size made you gasp, but his soft eyes reassured you that he wouldn't hurt you in any way.

“I'm here, my love. I promise I will make you feel good.” You gave in, nails lightly scratching his back. After some seconds, his hips started moving against yours at a steady pace. It was hard to stay still with him almost reaching your cervix with every thrust. You moaned his name as you felt another high getting closer to you, your legs enlacing at his waist to gain a closer contact. A sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies as you felt your souls binding more and more with every passing second.

After a few more minutes, Ayato reached his climax, pupils dilating and hands gripping your hips so hard you knew that there would be marks in a short time.

“Ah! ‘Yato it hurts.” You gasped. His eyes that once harbored desire were now full of concern.

“I'm sorry, my love. I will be more careful. Your body is fragile compared to mine and I mustn’t forget that.” He kissed your forehead delicately, still inside you as a way to keep all of his hard work where he wanted it.

He gave you some time to recover before changing positions, with you now riding him.

“Love, I'm exhausted. I can barely move.” You whispered.

“I will help you then.” His strong hands now gripping your hips carefully, guiding your movements. You were a mess above him, the overstimulation leaving you feeling weak. However, your love and devotion for each other was stronger. You spent the whole night sharing your love and savoring every moment. At the end of it all, you could barely walk. Your whole body was completely worn out and weak. Ayato was by your side looking at you worried.

“Did I push you too far, dearest?”

“No, I'm fine. I just can't feel my legs.”

Both of you burst out in laughter

“Oh my queen, that's the price of carrying an heir.”

You were sure your child was forming as you spoke, but your mind only wanted a hot bath and a whole day of sleep.

“Thank you y/n. I looked after you not only for our child, but also to have you as mine forever.”

“The honor is all mine, Ayato.” You whispered, before being carried bridal-style to his bathtub to clean up and then retreat to sleep.

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ein-liebloser-wanderer · 2 years

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⸸ I am Here - Part One ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into male humanoids as possible. A lot of OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Pairing: [Insert] x Nothing There

Warning: body horror, gore, and maybe an excessive use of human anatomical words

Description: When it first came to the facility, it looked just like an ordinary dog, much like Ppodae, so they classified it as TETH. But then, the first Agent fatality to it happened, and suddenly, it began to look more...humanoid in its body parts. Now identified as an ALEPH, the Manager now only sends the best, but not too valuable Agents to its containment unit. You were one of them.

Word Count: <2000

Inspired by the horror movie, 'The Thing', and a certain Anon's request.

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When it first came into the facility, it had taken the form of a beautiful, Norwegian husky.

Everyone had assumed the new Abnormality was going to be like Ppodae. Adorable, seemingly harmless, but actually capable of causing serious damage.

But then, the first Agent working on it died.

John, who was the Agent sent to work on O-06-20 thereafter, witnessed and reported what the Abnormality did to its victims. The 'husky' was gnawing on the arm of the deceased, and not long after, a human arm sprouted from its head.

The Abnormality's classification was changed from TETH to ALEPH.

Agent [Name] feared working on the new Abnormality. After all, there was hardly anything known about it. No one knew why its Qlipoth dropped. The Agent's stats weren't exactly low, but it was understandably too low for an ALEPH.

In [Name]'s recent skills test, they passed the highest in Fortitude and Suppression, but their results for Temperament and Prudence were awful.

Overall, it wasn't...bad, but...they just hoped it wasn't Attachment work they will be sent to do for this creature.

But of course, it ended up being anything but what they hoped for.

When [Name] first saw O-06-20, it looked anything but what they expected it to based on previous work logs. The only semblance it had to a dog was the way it stood quadrupedally. But other than that, it looked nothing like a canine.

To put it simply, this creature shouldn't exist. Yet here it was, a grotesque patchwork of human body parts. Its mere existence made them want to gag.

The Thing tilted its...'head'...curiously. Its human tongue lolling out of its very human mouth like a dog. It even breathed like one.

Though it had not done anything threatening, [Name] was already terrified. Unlike their experience with other Abnormalities, they were able to maintain their resolve because they saw it for what it truly was. Meanwhile, this creature only showed what became of its victims. Simply put, no one knows what this thing truly looks like.

And they were supposed to befriend this thing?

Against their survival instincts, they kneeled on one leg.

"Hey there..." They looked at the 'dog,' wondering what it would prefer to be called. "...boy?"

They had already been expecting the worse to happen, but to their surprise, the dog thing barked. Or at least, the closest a human throat could produce the sound.

It ran across the room to leap at them before standing on its hind legs to lick their hands, arm, neck, and whatever it could reach.

They weren't going to lie, it was a very cute gesture, but it was easily ruined when they realized it was a human tongue licking them.

Keep calm, keep calm, they thought as they continued petting its 'head'. But since it had skin instead of fur, it was more like a forehead massage.

At least this Abnormality is like a dog...it should be easy enough to befriend, right?

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Next time they were called to work on O-06-20, [Name] thought it would be good to play fetch with the Abnormality. Of course, it wasn't like they had any wooden sticks lying around, so they had to make do with the facility's equipment; ballpens, pencils, plastic spoons, whatever they could collect a lot of.

And they were right. The Thing really enjoyed playing fetch. It had been wagging an intestine around—probably its 'tail'—non-stop ever since they entered the containment unit.

Soon enough, this became something of a routine for them. A fun little game that O-06-20 only got to play with the Agent. But it was pretty evident that the Thing had other interests. One day, it saw its reflection on a metal spoon and it stared.

It was...unnerving. For a moment, [Name] thought it was going to deprive itself of air since she stopped hearing it panting. It even pulled its tongue back into its mouth. Its face never looked so human until now.

"Buddy?"

The Agent walked towards the Abnormality. It was odd. They felt concerned, an emotion they never thought they would feel for an animalistic abomination.

O-06-20 began to whine, and it made [Name]'s heart crack. It really did sound like a puppy. They couldn't help but sit down beside their little buddy and pet it. Disgusting as it was, they couldn't ignore its pained cries.

For the first time, [Name] pulled the creature to lay its head on their lap. They didn't stop petting it until its crying stopped.

If this was all they had to do to keep O-06-20 happy, then they were more than happy with this arrangement. With time, they would get used to its appearance. They just need to keep thinking of it as a dog. An ugly, malformed, dangerous dog, but a cute one.

Of course, if containing an ALEPH-class was as easy as running a dog shelter, Lobotomy Corporation wouldn't have such a high death rate, wouldn't it?

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Just the day after that, Agent [Name] was called to work on O-06-20 once again. It seemed like they became someone important when it came to handling the Abnormality.

But after that moment they had together, when they spent nearly an hour just sitting there on the ground, the thing calming down on their lap as they massaged its head, a...protective feeling of sorts began to sprout within them.

They didn't realize it was there until they realized how much they wanted to return to their little buddy's containment unit.

Is it still alright? Why did it suddenly cry like that, I wonder...did it hate how it looked?

Because of this new development in their relationship with the Abnormality, they were now skipping down the hallways. This was like having a pet. A disgusting and horrifying-looking one, but at least it genuinely bonded with people...unlike Ppodae.

Wait, O-06-20 is everything that Ppodae isn't.

That thought made them smile. They really didn't like that dog.

But their moment of happiness was short-lived. Because the moment the doors to O-06-20's containment unit opened, the first thing they saw was the color red.

The floors and walls had been painted into a grotesque artwork of blood. Shredded skin and clumps of hair was strewn about the unit like clothes in a changing room. It was as if the person that was once inside of them tore itself apart out of out frustration.

Their throat stung from the vomit, but [Name] swallowed it down.

It's fine. Everything is just fine. Haven't I seen plenty of this already? This is an ALEPH-class Abnormality, so of course this was inevitable.

But even knowing that, their legs still felt wobbly. Walking never became so terrifying...especially since tripping would mean falling into this bloodbath.

Amidst all of this, [Name] still had a job to do. Even though the smell burnt their throat, even though the tears in their eyes were becoming difficult to hold back, they must look for the Abnormality.

This could only mean two things. Either the creature wasn't here anymore, and people are already dying without much to their oblivion. Or...it is still here.

But why couldn't they see the little guy?

C r o a k .

[Name] snapped their attention to the pile of mangled flesh and torn bodies. What the hell was that?

C r o a k . . .

They nearly tripped as they clamored away from the mound. The Thing was there...but it no longer looked like their little buddy.

When a man emerged from the pile, [Name] should have felt relieved to see that someone survived. But there was just something unnaturally wrong to his movement.

For one thing, one of his feet was facing the wrong direction...yet he continued to walk as if he couldn't feel it. Now that they thought about it, they had seen the Abnormality break its bones countless times before, yet they didn't seem to react. So, was that popping from its fractured bones?

The 'Man' snapped towards them, as in literally snapped their neck just to look at them. Because of that reckless action, their neck was now bent at a painfully sharp angle, yet it didn't cease moving.

Their mind tried to recall everything they have ever read about the Abnormality. It used to look like a husky, but after the first Agent death within its containment, it suddenly grew an arm...Does this thing..?

Horrified by the revelation, the Agent looked at the door from the corner of their eye. Closed.

Damn it, they really won't let me leave until I finish what I came here for!

With every bit of courage they could muster, they faced their little buddy head on. It wasn't so little anymore...and it was undeniably more human looking now...but if it retained its doggy behavior even after it grew an arm, it should remember them...right?

It was now just a few feet from them. They wanted to run away from it, wanted to stay as far away as possible from 'him'. But that would be pointless. No matter what, they would be trapped here unless the Manager lets them go.

The 'Man' was now standing in front of him.

The Agent gulped. This close to him, they could see their bloodshot eyes, the fractured bone beneath the skin of their neck, and how deathly pale they were.

Because he is dead, they corrected themselves. And the thing simply wore their body.

They couldn't tell how it was feeling. Was he seeing them as a friend or foe? Do they even recognize me still? How much of my little buddy changed?

Are they still there?

"Hi there." They forced the corner of their lips to pull up. "Did you miss me...Buddy?"

As if recognizing the name, his eyes widened. Was he surprised that I still recognized him? they wondered.

They chuckled, but it was more of a nervous laugh. "Uhm...I see that you did a little wardrobe change here. But isn't this a little too...much?"

It was a pitiful attempt at humor. If the Abnormality was still just as smart as a dog, then it shouldn't be able to read their body language well. Otherwise, it would know just how terrified they were.

Would it kill me if I run away from it?

To counter their nervousness, they reached a hand towards the 'Man'. They had always touched the Abnormality as the dog creature, but in this form?

Changing their mind, they pulled back their hand when suddenly, he grabbed their wrist.

Whether they were doing it purposefully or not, his nails dug painfully into their flesh. He was holding onto it so firmly that it hurt just to move their arm.

The Agent closed their eyes, allowing the tears fall. They were going to die now, they were certain of it. Soon as they saw the mound of meat, their likelihood of survival had plummeted, and now, they were going to be the Abnormality's next outfit, food, or whatever it was the thing did to its kills.

The only thing they could wish for now was a quick, painless death. But—

Their eyes snapped open at the sensation of cracked lips touching their wrist. The 'Man' brought their hands close to them...so it could lick them.

Disgusted, they jumped up from the red trail their bloody tongue left behind, but as soon as his pale eyes met theirs, they froze.

The 'Man' then pulled them closer to him. They let him do it. What else could they do, really? They were too stunned, too frightened, too confused to understand him. And if they didn't understand him, how would they be able to suppress this situation?

Fortunately however, he only did it to continue what he was doing on the crook of their neck before nuzzling his way to their cheeks.

Although the tongue felt different...the gesture was familiar.

Ah...oh, god.

The realization crashed on them like a tidal wave.

Their little buddy didn't know how to act like a human.

~~~~~ End ~~~~~

I was supposed to write headcanons for Nothing There, but in the midst of my imaginations, I ended up being inspired to write a three-act tragedy about an Abnormality trying to be someone its Darling could love.

There is nothing overtly yandere about this yet, but that's because I'm not finished with Nothing There, quite yet.

Anyway, love, I thank you for reading this~

(If you are curious for more, Part II is out!)

#nothing there #yandere nothing there #i am here #yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere lobotomy corp #lobotomy corporation #yandere eldritch #monster x you #monster x reader #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere scenario #yandere writing #yandere #love-eldritch #yandere monster

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mooni-bunni · 3 years

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Size Kink Feat. Gyoumei

A/N: Holy fuck this is so self indulgent and unrealistic and kinky and I just like to think that Gyoumei has a fat monster cock okay? It’s all unedited!

CW: Size kink, fem!reader insert, established relationship, HASHSHSJN MAYBE OOC Idk, Gyoumei just has a huge cock man.

TW: Breeding kink mention, unprotected sex, womb-fucking mention.

Hear me out, Gyoumei wasn’t aware of his size kink for a while.

The two of you had sex regularly, nothing out of the ordinary from your safe and easy missionary position. The most that would happen is he put your leg over his shoulders just to get a better grip. Everything was always soft and slow, and sweet.

He was surprised to find you suggesting a different position. Gyoumei was open to a lot of things with you. He would try anything if it meant you were satisfied. He was just that kind of guy. However, he had to admit that this was a bit shocking and intimidating.

A new position meant you might potentially sink yourself all the way down onto his length and hurt yourself. He couldn’t fathom the amount of pain you might be in. What if you couldn’t get yourself back up? When he was on top, he had full control of how much when in and how hard or fast he’d be going. He couldn’t do that when you were the one doing the work.

Regardless, you still insisted despite his protests.

The foreplay between you two was just as it always was. Loving kisses, sweet bite marks and hickeys along each of your bodies, the both of you feeling each other up, his big fingers pumping in and out of you to prepare you for the real thing. It was perfect. Things changed when you pushed him over onto his back and sat on his legs. He couldn’t see you, but he could definitely tell you had an excited smirk on your face.

“Are you sure-“

“Yes my love.” You interrupt with an answer before he could even finish the question. You kept him silent by placing your small hands around his cock, tilting your head curiously. You scooted yourself closer and pressed his hardened length against your tummy, a gasp escaping you when realization hit.

“Darling… it won’t fit..” you mumble, hearts sparkling in your pretty eyes as you slowly ground yourself against him.

The big man let out a confused but pleased grunt. “What do you mean?”

You laugh, aroused but mostly amused. “It’s not going to fit. Give me your hand.”

He held his hand out nervously for you to take, letting you guide it to the middle of your chest and lead it downward until he was touching the tip of his own cock. His brows raised, surprised. “Oh my heavens..”

“I know, it’s… you’re… huge…!”

Gyou couldn’t help the way his dick twitched at the thought. All of that would fill you up and spill right out of you. And there would still be some left over. It send a shudder down his spine. Could you even take all of that? There was just.. no way, right?

He was about to find out. He tried his best to protest against this crazy idea when you moved to start slipping the tip in. He never noticed it before, but he could tell you were stretching yourself to your limit just with the head. It made his brain start swirling. He couldn’t even see you, but every inch you started taking in was beautiful.

When you got to the point where he usually stopped, he grabbed at your plush thighs to keep you from moving any further. “Sweetheart, please, you might hurt yourself.”

You, being the brat you were, moved his hands from your body and placed them above his head. “I’m not done.”

The groan that escaped him was embarrassing. He should be concerned for you, and yet, he was so excited to know how much more you could take. He figured he would help you if you were going this far, slowly bucking his hips up into your cunt.

“You want to take it all, then?” He asked, reaching a hand up to touch your cheek. When he felt a nod and heard a moan, he stopped fighting you and enjoyed it.

“Just a few more inches, you’re so good baby.” He grunted, continuing to rock his hips so you could get used to the way he was splitting you in half. “F-fuck… t-taking it all in… like a good girl.”

You were definitely taking it all. The hand he had on your face was pressed against your tummy so he could feel you being stretched out from the inside. It was undeniably sexy knowing he was practically in your womb at this point. He could cum right now and get you pregnant.

“I-I can’t take anymore.” You whimpered, putting your hands on his chest to hold yourself.

Gyoumei frowned and held your hips. “A little more, princess? I think you can fit more into that pussy of yours. You wanted this so badly, might as well go all the way, my dear?”

You moaned response and continue until there was nothing left of you. That was satisfying enough to your husband, even though there was still so much more you could be taking. He was just too big for you. He fucking loved it. Even now with the extra you took in just for him, he couldn’t believe how much that tight cunt was able to fit inside.

He’s have to train you to take in more next time. And the next time. He wouldn’t stop until you were able to fit every inch comfortably.

Hehe, sorry @lovelvly @aka-yuki-no-hana

#dark side 🌑#moon writes ✍🏾#tw.breeding kink #tw.unprotected sex #cw. size kink #self indulgent #gyoumei x reader smut #himejima gyoumei #demon slayer smut #kny smut #I really went so hard with this-

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amnxsia · 3 years

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The Honored One

“Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one. Only my pleasure and displeasure exists.”

A/n: This fic is apart of @zeeroweenies fright night collab!

Thank you to @namrekcaivel and @peachy-momos for beta reading!

Both Eren and reader are aged up they are around 4000 years old!

Mikasa is ooc

Taglist: @kirsteiiins @callmepromise, @namischild, @namrekcaivel, @aotwrites, @erens-piss-cleaner, @sofi-yeager, @peachysimp, @fiaficsxo, @eremiie, @odmlevis, @instantnuma, @levibasketcase, @weepinglevi, @bruhstories, @yuedama

Summary: What do mortals with powers of a demigod on their side desire the most? More power. But that’s were you come in.

Content: A lot of violence, descriptions of violence, death (the reader nor eren dies), angst, smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, mentions of sacrilege, fingering (fem is receiving) virginity loss but with a twist, squirting, unprotected sex.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, descriptions of violence, death, descriptions of death, blood, murder, god complex, impact play, edging, praise kink, corruption.

Word Count: 6436

all references to chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, and attack on titan belongs to the authors only.

Demigods which are offsprings of a god and a human. This particular demigod was the offspring of Grisha and Carla Jeager. Grisha was the god of health and medicine; Asclepius. While Carla was just a ordinary beautiful and strong human who somehow, someway caught the eye of Grisha. They would wed and birth the demigod of war and violence;

Eren Jaeger.

2000 years ago

Carla’s village said his name like a prayer almost everyday at the altar, and it was for sure a prayer. Every since the council of her village had came into contact with him they had gain new and powerful powers, but women of all ages went missing under strange circumstances rumors had started spreading like wildfire, the one rumor that stood out from them all to her was “he would first take their pureness and then devour their souls, as a punishment of falling for temptation.”

Carla’s heart sank, and her anger boiled inside of her now knowing the reason why her mother and dear sisters went missing all those years ago. The endless crying, the endless begging to Gods, now knowing that Grisha Jaeger was her god, he had saved her and her village from living-hell so it only made sense that he take anything and everything that she held dear to he heart. Except for one thing.

You can’t gain anything if you don’t lose anything, right?

Carla dashes out of her old home, nothing but pure hatred, rage, flowing through her veins.

It was a windy, rainy night but that didn’t stop her. She used her “Infinity” to shield her body and view from the falling rain. She keeps running until she finds herself in the main street of the village, she see a moving figure above a lifeless corpse feasting on it’s arm, their face entirely covered in stained blood, from freshly feasting on a arm the once stained blood covered with fresh dripping blood, dripping on the person’s abdomen.

Carla’s grip on her katana tightens.

“GRISHA.” Carla says her breathing becoming labored from all the pent of emotions.

The figure stops and takes off their coat revealing a toned body, paired with sliver rings, accompanied with army boots.

Grisha smirks at Carla. “Well hello Carla I’m so sorry you had to find me like this feasting upon these mortals but I can’t help it, a god has to eat too right?”

“You bastard, how dare you show up to this village, make everyone trust you, and then go behind their backs like this.”

“Oh? You care about these pathetic mortals all of sudden? Don’t you remember what you did? When you finally decided not to give a shit, and finally gave into your bloodlust.”

Your grip on your katana tightens “Don’t try to spin this around on me, what happened to helping, treating everyone, protecting everyone.”

“PROTECTING EREN?!?”

“What happened to him, huh? What happened to us?”

Grisha starts laughing.

“Eren will end up just like us, but he would be better than me, he would not fall in love with a pathetic mortal. Carla don’t you realize I used you, just for the sake of continuing my bloodline, so the Jaeger family can continue on without me.”

Ignoring the hateful words that came out of Grisha’s mouth. Carla unhooks her katana’s from the case, without having to look up she notices energy started to from from the dead corpses' Grisha had feasted upon.

No.

10?

No.

15.

Alright.

Carla starts to sprint towards the corpses slicing open the first 5.

I can’t spend too much energy on these corpses' I need to save it for Grisha.

In the distance she see’s a chain wrapped around a pole.

I could insert some of my energy into the chain, and then somehow make the rest of the corpses come into contact with it, then automatically killing them all.

But there’s a car in front of the pole.

No problem.

Carla starts to run faster, and then pushes her body up in the air, gracefully lacing her hand with the chain.

Just a little energy.

Exerting a small amount of energy with the chain Carla swings the chain in the direction of all the corpses, killing them all.

“GIRSHA” She says running and grabbing her katana and covering it with the chain. She was focused, determined to strike down her husband. She jumps on the roofs of multiple houses.

She knows he’s out of luck by sensing his cursed energy weakening by the minute.

She looks at her surroundings she sees nothing out of the ordinary. So she pulls out a seal, folds in it half, then takes the fold and positions it at the end of her blade slicing it in half, and then positioning it once more so it could stay in place.

And she aims at Grisha.

“Sealing Technique-.”

And then she hears it.

Crying.

A baby.

A baby crying.

She looks around frantically, and then she spots the baby in the middle of the road.

“EREN!”

She jumps off the roof of the house she had once been running on. She instantly lands near Eren’s side dropping her weapon. She swoops down and collects Eren in her arms she starts to rock him with a simile on her face. She looks around her and see’s Grisha grabbing at the Earth she knows she doesn’t have much time left with her son, but she makes it count.

“Eren listen to me and listen to me well. In another 2000 years I will be reincarnated so just wait for me okay? Whoever I reincarnate into please be kind and be loving, don’t let your father’s energy and powers manipulate you into something that you aren’t. Be true and stay true to who you are. I wished I had more time with you as mother and son, but it’s just the way it is loving certain people, loving your father to be specific but I wouldn’t have it any other I love him & you so much. Goodbye Eren.”

And with that Carla feels something sharp go into her back and somehow she gently places you down onto the grass. She falls onto her back, looking upward to meet her husbands lusted filled eyes.

Somehow Carla managed to do the unthinkable.

“Eren will overcome the curse of the Jaeger family, and he will seal your presence away for good I promise you Grisha but first let’s rest for another 2000 years until we meet again.”

Grisha doesn’t say anything.

Carla makes a gesture with her hands and Grisha feels a gust of a wind and looks over and see’s a katana with a sealing heading straight towards his head.

Grisha feels blood trickle down his forehead as he begins to wobble on his feet. He collapses next to Carla who’s takes his hand into his.

Carla and Grisha both looks over at Eren who’s already out of his blanket, already at the of age 7 he walks towards the rising sun and after taking seven steps Eren looks back at his dying parents he points to the sun and says with a smirk on his face “Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am The Honored One.”

2000 years later

You awake to your mother patting on your shoulder. “Y/n it’s time to get up today is a special day for our village and the people in it.”

“What day is it today Mother?” You ask sleep still heavy on your mind.

“Today is the day where we welcome the person who will save us.”

For some reason your head begins to hurt, but you dismiss the feeling.

“Okay. Let me get dress, and I’ll be out there.”

And with that your mother leaves you by yourself to get dressed. While discarding your sleeping clothes you can’t help but to let your mind wander on the mystery person who would “save” your village.

Now making your way to the altar where everyone is supposed to be at, you see your mother and your best friend so you decide to stand by them, and welcome the stranger. While talking to your friend about the mysterious savior you feel a sense of deja vu washes over you. But before you can say anything a group of people begin to come into your line of sight.

They’re all walking in front of the person of the hour. But your eyes ignore them and they swiftly land on the boy who’s hair is swept back into a manbun, a single ring adorning his thumb. The group of people finally make it to where you and all the other citizens are standing.

The priest says his hello’s, welcome’s, and thank you’s for gathering here. And then he finally turns to boy and introduces him as Eren Jaeger; a demigod who has come to aid the village.

Eren eyes dart to the crowd.

Without even doing, saying anything, everyone got on their knees and hands for him, exchanging thank you’s, welcome’s, and how they believed that he was the almighty one and how blessed they are to be graced with his presence.

But you weren’t on your knees thanking him, no you were there standing with a straight face staring at him. Everyone goes quiet at your clear disrespect, you could hear the faint rustling of the grass you were standing on. The deja vu you were feeling earlier became stronger, and you were determined to figure it out why even if it meant dying at the hands of a god.

Eren’s eyes dart to yours causing the wind current to change. The tension between you both began to thicken. And that’s when Eren begins to walk towards you, but you don’t back down, your body doesn’t shake with fear, not one of your thoughts in your mind tell you to run away. No you were unfazed by him.

Eren’s face is now centimeters apart from yours, you both look directly into each other’s eyes, no you both were looking directly into each other’s souls, trying to find something, anything that you both could grab on and never let go. And that’s when you see his hand come into contact with your jaw, his fingers were pretty you thought.

He drags his index finger across your jaw, and then cups your entire face with his hand.

“What’s your name, pet?”

“M’ not your pet, get your hands off me.” You slap his hand away from his face.

The contact between you and Eren went straight to his cock, making his entire body shiver in ecstasy.

Ah. There it is.

“Y/N-” your mother said quickly getting up reaching for your body.

Eren quickly looks to where your mother is “Shut up, and sit down mortal this isn’t your concern.”

Your mother quickly mutters a apology and returns to where she once sat.

That created arousal which began to drip down into your panties.

Eren turns away from you and your mother his eyes now focused on the higher ups “remember our deal.”

“Yes of course.”

And with that the higher ups begin to make their leave but they notice that Eren is not following them.

“Sir is something wrong?”

Eren ignores them and begins to walk back towards you, this time he grabs your neck roughly, and slams you into the grass, and presses his half-hardened cock against your lower thigh.

“I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer it yeah?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n what? Use your words pet.”

“Y/n L/n”

And with that he lets you go and retreats with the other higher ups with a smirk on his face.

But he stops again and turns back to you.

He turns to the other people who are still on their knees, and the higher ups.

“Leave us.” he says and everyone is dismissed, now leaving you and him.

Eren sits down on the grass next you.

“I thought it was common courtesy when a human of low standards like yourself interacts with a high being like myself they’re supposed to kiss me, as a token of their gratitude.”

“And who said I’m grateful to you? All I did was give you my name. And speaking of names you never told me yours.”

“My name? No one has ever been interested in my name, just my title.”

“Title?”

Eren smiles “Each God has it’s own title which everyone refers them to, my birth name is unimportant to the world.”

The sun is beginning to set, and you both fall into a comfortable silence. You gain the courage to break it.

“What if it’s important to me?”

“Oh? We’ve only knew each other for a whole hour and you already asking for my name.” Eren says getting up from sitting on the grass.

“Yeah so?”

That’s when Eren bends over and and his lips are close to the shell of your ear, “You’re going to have to work, beg, show me that you’re worthy of knowing my name and title, and maybe who knows maybe I’ll give you so much more, I genuinely find you intriguing” Eren said licking and gently biting the shell of your ear.

“So do I” you said your core throbbing with anticipation. “I’m glad, well I’ll see you around pet.” And with that Eren disappears leaving you with a ache between your legs, and so many unanswered questions.

After catching your breath, you began to make your way home realizing that so much time had passed during your conversation with Eren. While making it closer to your home you mind begins to wander about the many things Eren had said. The feeling of remembering him, but from where exactly all clouded your mind, and the ache he left in between your legs.

You finally arrive at your front door, inhaling a deep breath and exhaling. You open your door to find a empty house, and a note on the dining room table. You walk over to pluck it from the table reading;

Out to get something for dinner! - Mom

Weird. You thought to yourself. Mother always used to preach about being in the house at an appropriate and decent time. You dismiss the thought, turning over the note to see if there was anything else written on it.

The second your skin comes in contact with the note, a surge of electricity shoots through your body going straight to your core. it made you collapse slightly to the floor, making you rut against it causing tiny moans to spill out from your virgin mouth. Your mind instantly shoots back to your interaction with Eren, his words causing more moans to fall out

You dig your hands into your thighs, ceasing, the moans coming from you. But the throbbing in your legs doesn’t cease no they intensify. During this moment and time, nothing else mattered except Eren.

You began to stand up and make your way towards your bedroom. Not after 5 minutes, you find yourself inside your room. You close the door and quickly place yourself in your bed, you prop your legs up and slightly spread your legs so you could have access to your cunt.

But this is as far as you can go, begin a virgin you weren’t sure what to do. all you ever did was dry hump your pillow and sheets when Mother wasn’t looking or wasn’t near.

So you pondered about the best way to successfully chase and fully experience your release. You finally decide to start teasing yourself at the hem of your panties.

You pause. Deciding to give yourself a moment to rest.

You finally pull down your panties and spread your legs even wider to access even more of your cunt.

You finally enter a finger into your cunt; the new intrusion hurts a bit but the pain quickly transforms into pleasure, overcome by the new found pleasure you quickly thrust your single finger in out of your swollen cunt.

But you suddenly stop. Eren’s words about working for something you want comes rushing back to you. You decide to slow down to relax your breathing.

You close your eyes for what seems about entirety until you open them. Titling your head from the ceiling you see Eren sitting on a chair in front of you with his head in the palm of his ring, adorned hand

“My my, what do we have here?” Eren says in a teasing tone.

“I-” You say with your finger still knuckles deep in your cunt.

“Shush pet, it’s fine. Don’t be ashamed you look so beautiful like that.” Eren says getting up from his chair as he begins to take off his shirt.

Your mind begins to wander, in thought about how good Eren looks right now before you. shirt thrown to the floor, a chest sculpted by God. your eyes quickly shift to his cock which is painfully strained against his pants; his hair pulled back into a manbun but it soon begins to unravel. Eren fully discards the hair tie, his brown locks falling to his shoulders.”

Before you know it, Eren is now straddling you. he grabs your hand, swiftly taking your single finger out of your cunt and bringing it to his mouth, licking your finger clean.

Virgin.

Eren’s lust filled eyes dart to your glassy ones. He can feel your trembles beneath him.

Poor baby.

“Pet, what are you so afraid of? I’m not gonna hurt you.” Eren leans down to you biting your earlobe and whispers; “Not unless you want me to of course.”

You begin to panic. “No, no of course not. I’ve just never done this before.” Eren smirks, giving you a peck on the forehead before scooting off the bed to drop down and come face to face with your throbbing cunt.

The sight of your needy little virgin hole waiting to be filled goes straight to Eren’s cock.

Eren quickly runs his index finger across your folds, gathering your juices. A guttural moan escapes your mouth causing you to shove your face into the pillows, hiding from embarrassment. Eren reaches his hand over your body. he cups your face, guiding it to look at him.

But before you start, what and who are you?” You ask with pure curiosity lacing your voice. Eren spreads your legs and traces your outer thighs with his pointer finger, smirking to himself.

And at that moment, Eren plunges three of his fingers into your cunt. You release a pornographic like moan.

“I’m whatever you want me to be.”

And at that moment, Eren plunges three of his fingers into your cunt. You release a pornographic like moan.

Naughty girl.

Eren stops momentarily letting you adjust to his size. And after a few seconds he begins to speed up.

“W-what do you mean whatever I want you to be?” You say whimpers catching into your throat.

Eren’s voice was shrouded with lust and darkness.

“That means I can be Your Friend.”

Eren’s body begins to shift to different parts of the room with each word.

“A Lover.”

“A God.”

“The Devil himself.”

“Eren.”

“A son.”

“A Demigod.”

“A human.”

Every word seems to draw you closer to your release.

“Eren I’m-”

“I know pet, cum for me.”

“I’m- cumming!!!”

“Yes, yes just like that pet you got this.” Eren coos into your ear.

And on cue you cum around Eren’s fingers.

What’s happening?

Why does everything feel so good?

Where am I?

So many questions. But the only thing you could think and care about was how good it finally feels to be corrupted. To finally be conquered by the mysterious boy you feel so connected to for some odd reason.

And suddenly, you’re brought back to reality by the sounds of slurping. You prop yourself up from the bed to see Eren licking his fingers clean from what it seems to be as your juices.

“That was a pretty intense orgasm pet, didn’t know you were a squirter.”

“I didn’t know that either, glad we know now huh?”

“We? So you’re saying there’s a next time?”

“There’s always a next time.”

Eren’s shit-eating grin forms on his face, he gets up and pushes you down onto the bed.

Both of you were panting like bitches in heat. it sure was turning you both on again. But Eren doesn’t do anything. no, he does the opposite. he leans close to your ear and whispers;

“That’s my girl.”

“What-?”

Before you can say anything else, Eren snaps his fingers and disappears. But then the room transports you elsewhere.

You’re blinded by a light which takes you a moment to readjust to the lightning. after a few seconds, you open your eyes and awake in a sandy area. The grainy but soft sand slides across your bare body. And for some reason, your hand comes up to your hair; its long and shoulder length. Then you look up to see trails of light in the sky resembling an aurora.

“Hello?! is anyone here?!” You question, trying to get up from the sand but you can’t move. You begin to panic, heartbeat accelerating. “Hello?!! Someone help me! I can’t move, I’m stuck here!!”

“Hello, is anyone here?” You say trying to get up from the sand but you can’t move.

You begin to panic, your heartbeat begins to accelerate. “Hello?!! Someone help me I can’t move I’m stuck here!!”

You see a figure in the distance.

Its a girl holding a pail. She has blonde hair thats reaches to her shoulder with a headband accompanying it. though her emotions and face looks unreadable.

“HELLO CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE I DONT KNOW HOW I GOT HERE OR WHY BUT PLEASE HELP ME!!”

The girl crouches down next to you and begins molding your body with the sand.

“Thank you so much. I can’t move, the sand is burying my body.”

But she doesn’t responds. You’re confused. why isn’t she saying or doing anything to help you get out of here?

As you begin to lose yourself in thought, you catch a glimpse of a few more figures. but as they come closer, you realize that there are more people in the crowd.

Hundreds?

Thousands?

Millions?

As they get more and more closer to you, you see they’re all walking in a single file line, each of them chained up by their necks and hands.

You look back to the girl to see if her expression changed even a bit.

Nothing.

She doesn’t even look their way, her eyes paying attention to you and the sand in her hands only.

The people circle around you and the girl, but one of them stands in front of you; their leader. Your eyes dart to the person before you.

“Who are you? What is this place?”

“My name is Carla Jaeger. I’m the past Control Devil, and you’re in the Paths.”

“Paths? Control Devil?”

“Yes, the Paths are where the pervious and most recent Control Devils come to meet but time is irrelevant and conflicting here. The Control Devil is the embodiment of control and order.”

Carla raises her hand out and snaps them, transporting you and everyone to where all the trails converge into one. There, you notice a big glowing-like tree.

“This is the Coordinate. this where all and every human beings come to cross.”

The girl finally stops molding the sand and stands back up with her pail and leaves.

Suddenly, the sand on your body feels lighter so you proceed to get up.

Your appearance has changed. Your hair has become longer and reaches down to your shoulders; the clothes you were once wearing has changed to a white shirt with dark pants and black boots.

As soon you as you rise from the sand, all the previous Control Devil holder’s quickly got down on their hands and knees.

You ignore their presence and you make your way towards Carla.

“I need answers.”

“About?”

“Everything. What the Control Devil is, it’s abilities. and why I am here?”

Carla sighs, her body tenses. “If I do, your life will be forever changed.”

You stand in front of the glowing tree admiring it.

“My life changed when Eren Jaeger appeared in it.”

“How did you? I didn’t say-” Carla says while approaching you. But then she quickly decides against it, sitting down on the sand instead.

“It’s funny how much information you can get from someone’s body language.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you then. But first off, you need to learn the Jaeger curse and why your here.”

“Go on.”

Jaeger curse? You thought.

“You’re a reincarnation of me. Of the Control Devil specifically. When devils die, they’re automatically reincarnated in the Paths.”

“So that’s why I’m here.” Your voice laced with a tone of sadness.

“Yes.”

“And the Jaeger curse?”

“The Jaeger curse is a curse within my family. Or the family I married into to be specific. The curse is tempting someone to willingly give something away to gain something else. 2000 years ago, my husband Grisha fell to the curse. we fought, we both died. and Eren-”

“What happened to Eren?”

“Grisha implanted some of his memories into him. And when you awaken your powers, the memories of Grisha would awaken.” For some reason your blood began to boil and your fists began to ball. You walked to Carla, grabbing her by her chain, forcing her to look directly at you.

“If your implying that my only purpose on this Earth was to kill your only son, then go to hell! What’s the purpose of this reincarnation if all we’re going to do is kill our own flesh and blood?”

“You can’t gain anything in this world without sacrificing something. That’s just how the world is, it’s how that village is.”

“What do you mean that’s how the village is?”

“They’re plotting to kill you both during the Rumbling.”

The Rumbling was a festival where the village would gather together and watch the moon crumble to the sea. it would once again purify the sins of the Earth.

“I’m not letting that happen, not a snowballs chance in hell. How do we break the curse and stop the Rumbling?”

“That’s up to you and Eren I’m afraid.”

Carla’s will over her own body was fading, slowly dissipating. you ran up to her body, grabbing her chain once again, and you closed the distance between you both.

“MY NAME IS Y/N L/N, THE NEXT HOLDER OF THE CONTROL DEVIL! CARLA JAEGER, AND THE PREVIOUS HOLDERS OF THE CONTROL DEVIL, WITH MY ALL AND EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF MY POWER, I WILL PUT A END TO THIS CURSE AND TO THIS WORLD!”

And with that, every single detail of the Control Devil appeared. All 13 previous holders point their finger at you as their memories come rushing to you simultaneously.

Control Devil Abilities:

Other names; Y/n L/n

Divergence: Crush anyone with an invisible force

Convergence: Can kill anyone if they look, or point at the target

Enhanced smell

Can absorb the life spans of humans through physical contact

Can bestow contracts upon humans

Restores its health by consuming blood

Should revive in Hell after being killed effectively making it an immortal

Hades Abilities:

Other names; Eren Jaeger

Inhuman Speed: Can travel and attack at high speeds.

Can sever the arms of several humans.

Death Stare: If staring directly at another being, they will begin to hemorrhage immense amounts of blood until death.

Like the Control Devil Hades can bestow contracts upon humans

Enhanced smell

Unlike the Control Devil Hades will not be reincarnated if the Jaeger curse is broken

Has the power to call on the Founder

You awake, you’re still in your bed. you look down to see your hand out of your folds with cum oozing out of you.

Oh, so that’s what he did. Smart.

You rise from your bed. The Control Devil’s powers, the markings, and the memories; they’re all freshly settling in your brain.

You make your way towards your bedroom mirror taking in your new appearance.

You smile to yourself tracing your hand on the mirror.

2000 years.

I’m going to kill them all.

I’m going kill them all and I won’t care.

Why?

Because I can and I will.

Starting with that fucking woman.

You put on your shoes, you make your way downstairs noticing that your Mother still wasn’t home but that was alright you thought to yourself knowing you had enough time to carry out your plan.

You enter the kitchen to find the listed items; vinegar, acid, a hammer, and nails.

And you head to the living room to find a stack of playing cards.

You knew that Mother loved white wine, and card games it was her favorites. She talked to fucking much and it’s now going be the reason she dies tonight.

Ironic.

You get two wine cups from the cupboard first filling the cup with actually white wine, secondly adding vinegar, thirdly adding two large doses of acid. And then setting the cards in the middle of the table.

You sit in one of the chairs while propping one of your legs over the other. You decide to drift off to sleep until your Mother arrives home.

You awake from sleep to the sound of a door opening and then quickly closing.

“Ah Y/n sweetie did I wake you?”

“No you didn’t Mother I was actually waiting for you.”

“Oh? What’s the matter?”

“I planned a game for us since we never hangout like Mother and Daughters are supposed to.”

“Oh Y/n you didn’t have to, plus it’s late we should be sleep by now.”

“Oh but I wanted to Mother, and sleep can wait.”

“If you insist then. What’s the game?”

“Drinking and Gambling.”

“What are we gambling?”

Your pathetic life.

“You’ll see.”

“What are the rules?”

“There are no rules we just drink, and talk about our day.”

“Do you want to go first Mother?”

“Sure why not.”

You lean back into your chair patiently waiting for her take a sip of her wine which would cause her to unravel soon, then the real game would begin.

“Nothing really happened today I just worked, helped children and elders at the community center. I met the “Savior” there he told me how good of a person you were. He finds you intriguing. I also meet some of the higher ups who are there to protect Eren their names are Floch, and Armin. He also hangs around a girl named Mikasa.”

“Oh that’s interesting to know thank you so much for sharing.”

“No problem darling, I also went to get food for dinner but it’s cold now so sorry about that.” She starts to giggle a red flush decorating her face showing that the wine is getting to her.

It’s time.

“Let’s play another game shall we? This is going to be the gambling part.” You said taking the cards from the middle of the table, and then opening the box depositing them all on the table in front of you.

“Oooooo cards!!!”

You quietly mutter under your breath; “Contract bestowing.”

“Mother before the game starts I’m going to need you to repeat a few words after me.”

“Mmm sure honey!!!”

Bingo.

“Y/n is going to reveal everything about herself and in exchange if I lie I will die.”

You set the hammer and nails down on the table.

“Uh oh honey what’s with the hammer??”

“Oh nothing it’s just for if you decide to step out of line.”

Your mother’s façade changes within seconds and the real person shows.

“Well well, it seems that my daughter is no longer the girl I thought she used to be.”

“Ah there we are! I wasn’t sure if I would need the extra add-ons.” You said pointing to the nails and then throwing them across the room.

“All I need is the hammer and we’re good to go. So mother, do you notice anything different at all? Have any questions or answers for me?”

“You’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Hehe no I am not, your almighty savior took it for me, which I gladly obliged.”

“You’re a slut.” Your mother said her knuckles turning white from how tightly she held the glass.

“No no I’m not a slut mother I’m the Control Devil, and that “Savior” you were talking about isn't a savior at all, he’s Hades or the god of War and Violence.”

“You’re wrong.” Your mother said tears flowing down her face.

“Am I though? All they want in the end is me and Eren’s head on a stake, and our powers for themselves, they don't care who they hurt unless we’re both 6ft under.”

You get up from your seat making your way towards your mother you crouch down to her ear “In other words, your mere existence means nothing to me and to them, you’re a slave; nothing more than cattle.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see your mother holding a knife in her hand and before you know it she swiftly shoves you with your shoulder causing you to fall down on the floor.

“I’m going to make sure that you die here tonight daughter.”

She stabs you in the stomach multiple times, the squelching of the knife going in and out of your torso almost unbearable for her to hear but at the same time she feels no remorse.

After about 10 minutes of her stabbing you endlessly just to make sure you were completely dead. She drops the knife on blood-covered floor near your body.

She takes in the scene of the bloody living room, the bookshelf she slammed you into disheveled, the wine glass she was drinking out of on the floor, the hammer you had in your hand flew across the living room and it was a few centimeters away from your body.

“Stupid girl.” She sighed turning around but she suddenly stops in her tracks.

“sTUpiD gIRL¿“ You say rising from the blood covered floor.

“How are you-”

“I made sure you were-”

“dEAD¿ aLiVE?”

You begin to laugh hysterically.

“Your supposed to be dead, I stabbed you over at least 100 times.” Her blood running cold at the mere thought.

You begin to walk to your mother with your organs hanging out your stomach, you place your hand into your stomach ripping out one of your large intestine.

By eating one of intestine you instantly get all of your powers, the stab wounds in your stomach heals and disappears.

“tHATS cORRECT yoU dID sTab mE oVer 100 tIMES, bUT yOU fAil tO rEaliSE...”

“What are you?” She said in a hushed tone cutting you off.

The Honored One.

“Divergence.” You said raising your hands snapping them with a sinister simile plastered on your face.

Instantly your mother’s limbs, organs, flesh, blood covers everything in the house, painting your face with a dark crimson red flesh mixed in with it. You turn your head darting to the beating heart in the middle of room picking it up you crush her heart.

“...only my displeasure and pleasure exist. No matter how many times you think you’ve stabbed me, no matter how much you want me dead, only my feelings thoughts, and actions exist.”

The Control Devil has awaken!

The Control Devil has murdered their whole village in a span of 24 hours!

The Control Devil has murdered 1300 people!

Eren’s POV: 2 hours after The Control Devil Awakening, 5 Hours until the Rumbling.

Ah so it’s finally happening.

2000 years.

Oh how I have yearned to meet you Control Devil.

“Master!” I hear Mikasa voice dragging me out of my thoughts.

“What is it Minnie?”

“You need to stay inside HQ, the Control Devil has awakened!” Mikasa says panic lacing her voice but cracks with nervousness.

“Yes I know Minnie. I’m glad you’re here with me.” I say but the eagerness to meet the Control Devil is getting the better of me.

Mikasa face starts to dust with red pure innocence laced with it. But the throbbing in her panties is covered in pure lust.

Ah. There it is.

“Minnie why don’t we dance to your favorite song?”

Mikasa’s face brightens up “Stay with Me by Miki please!”

“Of course” I say getting up to the phonograph.

Stay with Me by Miki Mastubara is now playing.

I cry at your door midnight, but you never came back.

“Master?”

“Yes Minnie?”

“Where were you that night you arrived in the village?” Mikasa said voice laced with pure sadness.

“I met someone new.”

“O-oh”

I reach to cup Mikasa’s cheek.

She hugs me.

“But don’t worry Minnie you’re the only one I have eyes for.”

You always say the same, but I embrace these moments.

“Master I enjoy our time together no matter how short they are.”

“As so do I.”

“But I have a idea.”

“Oh?”

“I want you deflower me. No no I want us to deflower each other, us both being virgins and you saying you only have eyes for me so I think, no I know that I want us to do this as promise to each other. That we would be committed to each other for all of eternity.”

The phonograph comes to a screeching stop.

“Minnie I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

Mikasa suddenly drops to her knees and begins to cry.

“Master please! We’ve know each other since childhood, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THERE IS NO ONE ELSE FOR ME ITS YOU IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I COULD DIE.”

Eren crouches down to Mikasa and picks up her gently forcing her to look at him.

“Then die.” Eren looks into Mikasa eyes and her head begins to severely ache.

She beings to scream, her eyes starts to pour out blood, her mouth begins to cough out blood, her ears begin to pool out blood, her nose starts to bleed, but unfortunately for her no one can hear her.

Death Stare.

Her head instantly erupts into nothing but blood and brain matter causing Eren to be covered in blood.

Eren smirks at the mess he’s made.

The phonograph begins to play Stay with Me again.

And those moments are the moments I’ll never forget.

The door opens to you standing there with a delicate simile with blood on your clothes.

Eren sits down in his chair.

“Well well, if it isn’t the Control Devil. Pleasure to meet you.”

To be continued?

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os-hyoideum · 3 years

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the wh*res are fighting 19 (one-shot)

Part 19: THE DATE

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(this, perhaps, can be read seperately, so if you you wanna check it out, but nit the SMAU, then go on 😉)

a/n: Ok, it took me a long time, but I had a lot of uni work and it's also almost 5k words 🙃 Like, I can pull the standard SMAU texts out of my ass in an hour sometimes, but this? Nah-ah, I like writing, but I'm mostly slow. (but I will write out the ending too) Since the format is different, I'm putting content warnings on this (outside of the ones on the matserlist). Again, it's an AU so I will write Touya as bitchy or soft as I please, and I take no criticism for it 💅 (now watch me destroy them after some nice time - if you see this no you don't)

THE SHOT IS UNDER THE CAT

WORDCOUNT: 4878

CONTENT: hero!AU (Dabi/Touya is a hero), OOC, Y/N is awkward at feelings (cringe), lack of safety equipment (sledgehammers), romantic arson (just a bit), cursing, tatted up/pierced Touya, Touya rides motorcycle

I really hope you gonna enjoy it, cause I enjoyed writing it and I think it's alright!

You looked up from your phone to see the place where you were to meet Touya. As a first part of his date plan, he invited you to a small café that looked almost like a bookshop from outside. On the windows hung colorful fairy lights (although turned off, due to it being bright outside) and some handmade paper decorations. It truly was a nice place, but quite an unusual choice, considering it was Touya who chose it; a bit too wholesome perhaps, but who were you to judge.

After making sure that the address you arrived at was the correct one, you stopped under a tree to get some shade from the warm sun rays. You started to look around, seeing people, some of them in a rush, some enjoying the nice weather, while leisurely walking to their mysterious destinations. Unfortunately, one face was oddly familiar. Standing on the opposite side of the road was an ordinary looking man in dark clothing. Looking straight into your eyes, he moved towards the crosswalk and, in a very relaxed manner, directed his steps towards you.

You tensed up, ready for anything. It wasn't a good omen to see him right there, right now. He was sent there as a warning and it was apparent in his intense gaze and every little calculated move. Also, because you knew how the gods' machine works.

After barely a few seconds, the unnamed man stopped right in front of you, leaving precisely one and a half meter of space between your bodies. Perfectly straight back, relaxed face features, hands in sight. It didn't seem as though he was there to attack or cause trouble (any bigger than his presence alone already was), but you knew better than to let your guard down. Staring him down, you waited patiently for his words.

“Hello, number Four,” he said with a slight underline of contempt in his voice.

“What do you want?” You looked around to check if any unwanted attention was on you two. It wasn’t really necessary considering both of you looked like ordinary civilians, but, at the end of the day, it’s better to be aware of one’s surroundings.

The man shifted his weight slightly, taking half a step closer.

“You know your little paradise won’t last long.” He exclaimed and smiled cynically. “Or have you, perhaps, forgotten?”

“Fuck off.” With a cold voice and a cold gaze, you ended the short exchange. The man did not move, however. He stood, still with an annoyingly straight back, in front of you and looked both harmless and ready to leap at you, had he deemed it necessary.

The stare off was short lived. A few seconds later you felt a presence coming from behind you and the man was pushed away by Touya, who came just in time to hear the end of your conversation. He looked a bit concerned, but stared at the mysterious person with a hard gaze and little bit of blue flame coming from the corners of his mouth.

“She told you to fuck off, so go and scurry away.”

Unbothered, the man didn’t pay any attention to this sudden event. He seemed even amused by it to some extent.

“I see you got yourself-” he glanced quickly towards Touya, who stood right next to you “a dog.”

Already annoyed before by the sheer presence of this man, now you felt your blood boil. WIthout thinking much, you leapt towards him and harshly grabbed the collar of his shirt. You heard someone close-by whisper with a scared voice, but you paid no mind to it.

“Fuck. Off.” You started, accentuating the words and putting as much venom into them, as you could muster. “Go and crawl at their feet like the pathetic nobody that you are.”

You saw a change in his eyes. No longer emotionless, he seemed irritated, which filled you with a bit of sadistic pride. He forcefully pulled your hands away and shoved you back. Then brushed his shirt like nothing happened and, just before turning around and going away said:

“You are the same. Everyone who touches the Olymp is.”

Finally alone with your still-just-a-friend, you turned around to face him. Having brushed off the encounter, you smiled at Touya, first a little fake, but seeing him made you happy enough to be genuine after just barely a second. On the other hand though, he still seemed rather concerned with the strange turn of events.

“Who was that?”

“He’s a colleague... from work.” Your answer didn’t lessen Touya’s worry. His brows furrowed, while he decided to press a bit more.

“From work? He’s… a hero?”

You stood right in front of him and lifted your arm, putting the thumb between his brows, watching him relax slightly, as you caressed the crease in his skin.

“From before.” It was a diplomatic answer, both a lie and a truth. You knew Touya wasn’t stupid and would get to the truth sooner or later, but for now he seemed to let it go, so you changed the topic. “So, I must ask. Why… a cafe? I would be more inclined to think you’d take me to a boxing ring or something.”

Touya smiled at your teasing tone, but did not answer. He just turned around and started walking towards the entrance of the place. He stopped and held the door for you, still standing next to the tree, a few meters away.

“You coming?”

You looked at him unamused by his lack of answer, but went inside. It was pretty and cozy, which didn’t match with his more edgy vibe, but you just brushed it off and sat down on a plush armchair in the corner. You put your elbows on the table and propped your head on your palms, looking as Touya took his jacket off and threw it on the back of his chair. You started to closely admire the tattoos adorning both of his arms, from the hands to his shoulders (and even further, as you already knew).

“Both your tattoo and hand kink are showing, baby.”

He sat down and looked at you with a teasing glint in his beautiful eyes. You leaned back, crossed one of your legs over the other and put your arms up, in a gesture of surrender, but then looked at him accusingly.

“That’s not my fault that you’re a harlot. You’re basically putting yourself on display for me, so really, it’s on you. You whore.”

“You got me, but it’s only for you.”

Touya laughed then and stood up to buy you both a coffee. You sat still, waiting and looking around. When your eyes landed on the discarded jacked, you stood up to take it. A simple black jean jacket, quite thin to be suitable for the warm weather. Holding it by the collar, you brought it closer to your face and inhaled the smell of the perfume lingering on the fabric. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it wasn’t too strong and you had to admit it was one of the best smells you knew, especially with the mix of natural scent of Touya’s body.

The owner of the jacket came back with the drinks a few minutes later and saw you with the piece of clothing.

“A little thief today, are we?”

You took one last whiff of the jacket and put it down.

“It smells nice. Maybe I should buy this perfume for myself.”

Touya looked up from his coffee.

“You want my perfume?”

“As I said - it’s nice.” You shrugged and saw him smirk.

“I can give you mine if you want to smell like me so badly.”

“Hmm…” You hummed and leaned forward a bit, “Well, I wouldn’t mind smelling like you.”

You took your cup and started to slowly drink, while looking into Touya’s eyes. Something in them made you feel strange, perhaps it was the softness with which he took you in.

When sunshine fell on him from between the window decorations, he reminded you of some kind of angel, eyes almost glowing, silver piercings glistening; the sun accentuated every little shadow on his face, but, at the same time, made him look really delicate.

Touya’s gaze went down and your thought moved to the back of your mind. He adjusted his position on the chair before speaking.

“I guess I can tell you why the cafe, which you found, oh so surprising, I don’t know why.” He paused for a second to narrow his eyes at you. “I’ve heard you wanted a “normal” date, whatever the hell that means.”

“Wha-,” your eyes widened with mock surprise, “Did Shiggy snitch on me?”

“Please, he didn’t have to. It’s not like you asked all your friends for advice. So I decided to take you somewhere… classic, if you will.”

You crossed your arms on your chest and rolled your arms, then pointed an accusatory finger at your companion.

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

“Me? Never.” Obvious sarcasm on his part. “But I have one more place that I want to take you later. Perhaps more to your standards.”

Now you felt a bit guilty that he might have thought you didn’t like it. He didn’t seem so, but you preferred to explain either way.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate it… it’s just…” You shrugged. “I didn’t expect something so… usual? Common? Normal, heh.”

“I know you’re just awkward, but let’s relax and enjoy ourselves.”

And so you did, talking about many different things for a few hours.

***

You put your index finger on your lips, pondering on something for a moment.

“Isn’t it going to be, you know… the anniversary soon? Of your mom’s divorce, I mean.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Touya nodded.

“Damn, happy birthday then.” You brought your cup to your lips like you didn’t just say… that. But Touya lifted his eyebrows and stared at you unsure.

“What?” You just shrugged and he sighed, “Nevermind then. Happy birthday to mom.”

A few seconds of a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. The hushed voices of the people around filled your ears; they mixed together, providing a nice background noise.

“So… how’s you dad?” You quirked an eyebrow at Touya’s surprised expression.

“You want to talk about my… dad? Of all things?”

“Well… I’m just asking! And you know… since he “sucks ass” does he also eat it?” You smiled stupidly, but he just stared with a deadpan. “Okay, stupid, I admit.”

“We have family therapy, so it’s not that bad. Though, the old mad does deserve the bullying.”

You agreed and made a toast with your drink to Touya’s words.

***

“Excuse me!?” Touya exclaimed loudly, “You did what!?”

You put an index finger to your lips trying to shush him, while a few other people looked in your direction, some with curiosity, others with disapproval.

“It wasn’t that bad…” You looked apologetically at some of the patrons. “It’s not like I died.”

Touya stared at you in shock for a good few seconds, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He was almost at a loss of words.

“What- not like she died! Fuckin-” He groaned and dramatically clutched his shirt on his chest. “You’re killing me! You’re killing your father!”

You snorted at his statement. Well, a flair for the dramatics was in his repertoire, after all.

“Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’?” You said with an amused smile and added with a tinge of irony: “Or do you prefer ‘father’ now?”

Touya did not find it funny (or at least, he didn’t let it show on the outside, if he did). He cupped his mouth with one hand, looking to the side, as to ponder on something.

“You know what?” He directed his gaze at you. “I might have to rethink the idea that dating you would be so nice. Like, you… fucking dumbass.”

Ah, concerned Touya, pretty sweet, you had to admit, but there really wasn’t a reason for him to worry.

“Keigo was with me then.” You stated matter of factly.

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, “I am going to talk with that bastard too… no heroing with Keigo for you!”

You seriously didn’t think that he would be so concerned about the whole ordeal. After all, it was in the past, nothing really happened and if it would have happened, then well… you wouldn’t be here to discuss it.

You smiled softly.

“I don’t think you have any say in this.”

You chuckled, when Touya very aggressively took a sip.

“Jumping off the building… Who fucking does that!?” Oh no, the stare of disapproval.

“Keigo.”

“Because he has WINGS!”

“Yeah, and he caught me because of them!” You paused for a moment and thought for a moment about it. “Though I actually wasn’t sure he would, I mean… you know. He IS quite strong though.”

Touya actually looked like he was ready to end it all right then and there.

“You… didn’t know if he would catch you?” He articulated very slowly, slightly squinting his eyes at you. “And you still jumped?”

“Yup! You know, the adrenaline, fight or flight… I chose flight obviously.” You immediately saw that your cheerful carelessness and (an amazing) joke were nor appreciated, as he looked at you with a blank face, complete deadpan.

“I think, sooner or later, I’m gonna have a heart attack because of you.”

To that, you just cackled and reassured him that you would try not to die in a near future.

***

“Sooo… My sweet Touya, my favorite Todoroki.” He braced himself for whatever you wanted to throw at him, while you shot him a suggestive look. “When are you going to do a new tattoo?”

Oh, he already knew where this was going.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking?”

“You know…” You acted as if mulling on your idea and tilted your head to the side. “If you need some company…”

Touya sighed and just decided to get to the point.

“Do you wanna go with me?”

“Oh my god, can I?” You grinned and flicked your wrist. “You don’t have to!”

“Ok, then I’ll go alone.” He checked his phone, feigning disinterest, and took a quick look at you to see the hand still in the air and a very surprised expression on your face, that turned almost offended a second later.

“You can’t take it away from me! I’ll have you know, I have my rights.”

“I’m not taking anything away, since I never before said that you could go with me. You just always do.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your knees and did a fake sniff, knowing fully well he didn’t mind your presence… anywhere, really. “You don’t want me there?”

“Well, that-” he smirked slightly, “I never said.”

“So you’re just making a fool out of me then, I see how it is.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. He just laughed

“You already do it yourself pretty well.”

You gasped loudly with a hand on your chest.

“The audacity! You… how dare you! If you’re gonna be bitchy, I’ll fuck your sister, I will. Don’t try me.”

Touya rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Will you though?” He seemed unconvinced, you wondered why. “Honestly, I thought you did it already. You were going out with her for what? Two months? That’s long… for your standard.”

“Nooo, I didn’t… really, I did not.” Then a different thought popped up in your head. “Won’t it be weird that IF we… become a couple, potentially, and I would, hypothetically, meet your family somewhere, you know, by chance and all. That I am Fuyumi’s ex, I mean.”

He furrowed his brows to digest your question.

“You think about that?” He smiled, seeing your awkward expression. “That’s cute of you.”

“BABY STEPS, PLEASE.” You loudly exclaimed, avoiding Touya’s eyes, to which he chuckled.

“Okay, just teasing you, baby.” His gaze softened. “But do you really care about that? What others think?”

“Uh…” you sighed, “I don’t know. Not really? But kind of.”

“It’s okay, baby steps, like you said.”

He leaned forward over the table, took your hand into his and soothingly caressed it with his thumb. Your heartbeat quickened a bit and, surprised at that, you just stared at Touya’s slowly moving finger. Feeling were never easy nor were they particularly good, but it felt so nice.

***

Suddenly you saw a flicker of colorful lights next to you, seeing that the decorations on the window were turned on. Looking out the window, you noticed how dark it became. The street neon lights were illuminated everywhere, people moving in all directions to unwind after hard days of work during the week. You were almost shocked at how fast the time went by.

“It’s pretty late, isn’t it?”

Touya hummed in agreement and, without saying anything, stood up to pay the bill. Earlier, you almost fought him to split it, but you came to an agreement that another time (“Oh, you already want to go out with me again?”, he teased) you would be the one paying. A moment later he came back, put his jacket on and you both exited the lovely cafe.

“So… where are we going?” You asked after following him in a completely opposite direction, to which you came from earlier that day.

“You’ll see.”

Ah, so much for getting information out of Mr Todoroki.

With a sigh, you just decided to follow him in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, like it usually tends to be, for which you were grateful. He wasn’t pushy, let you do things at your own pace, so you felt… comfortable.

A moment later you felt him grab your hand and let him intertwine your fingers together. Again, the annoying feeling in your chest reappeared. You would need to get a grip on yourself, if this was to continue. The evening was getting quite chilly so Touya used his quirk to make his palm warmer, but you almost took your hand away. You knew that it was bad for him, especially without his support items, even though he was able to control it, almost to perfection. Before you were able to get away, his skin quickly went back to its natural cooler state with a light squeeze to your hand.

Going through the busy street, you were able to observe people differently than usual. On patrols, you were mostly checking out dark alleyways, some abandoned or suspicious buildings, sometimes sites on the outskirts of the city; being able to, sometimes, take in the lively energy of the crowd was enjoyable.

Touya stopped after turning into some calmer sideroad. He took his hand from yours to grab a helmet and then helped you put it on.

“We taking your baby for a spin?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, nice.”

After putting on his own helmet he sat down on the motorcycle, waiting for you to do the same. You noticed a new paint job on the matte black surface of the machine. On the sides were done shining blue flames, very on brand for him. You liked it.

You sat down behind Touya taking a hold of his waist, when he revved the engine and slowly drove away from the busy part of the city. Expertly maneuvering the streets, soon enough you were driving on the outskirts, where barely anyone was out. You looked at the changing scenery over his shoulder, noting the road you were taking seemed familiar. The trees surrounding you from both sides made the night look a bit unnerving, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. The city was far behind already.

You squeezed him just a tiny bit stronger and put your head on his shoulder, careful not to knock the helmets on each other. Loud howling of the wind and the noise of the engine were a surprisingly calming combination, which you have discovered long ago, the first time Touya took you for a drive.

Finally, the motorcycle slowed down. You passed the old busted metal gate and entered a site surrounded by a tall chain link fence, made from wire much thicker than usual to make it more sturdy. The place was situated on a flat field, a bit away from the trees. You could barely see the outline of the big city from where you were.

The space where he parked was relatively empty, save for an occasional piece of metal or glass laying here and there. The only building was a huge square block, bare walls outside “decorated” only by identical windows with perfectly measured spaces in between them. The inside should be relatively empty. What ought to be there are only some vacated rooms and stairs leading from the ground, through three stories, to the roof.

You got off the motorcycle and took the helmet off, hanging it on the handlebar. Taking a closer look around, you notice a pair of sledgehammers and a can of gasoline next to the gate of the building.

“An abandoned Commission site, huh?” You asked rhetorically, but Touya looked surprised at that.

“How do you know what this place is?”

You decided to ignore him and just pointed to the items you noticed.

“You planning to kill me here or something?” You said with a smile, looking at him. He quirked an eyebrow and moved to pick up the sledgehammers and offered you one.

“Birdbrain said we can trash this place.” You took the tool weighing it in your hand with ease.

“Of course he did.” You glanced at the gasoline. “Did he also say we can play with fire?”

Touya smirked, lifted his hand towards his face and lighted his pinky finger with blue fire. He then moved the hand more towards you, letting you blow it out.

“With me, it’s always playing with fire.”

“I knew you were an arsonist at heart, Touya.” You chuckled lightly, but your voice quickly died down when you looked at him.

He looked at you with an intensity that instantly hypnotized you to focus only on his eyes, which seemed to glow slightly. The only source of light was the moon and the stars in the sky so you were surrounded by harsh shadows and an occasional speck of moonlight.

The gaze with which he stared at you almost made you uncomfortable, because it seemed like he was able to read every little dirty secret you held deep within. A quick thought, that maybe he actually could read you like that, crossed your mind.

He moved a step towards you and brought his hand to grip your chin. Not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to feel that he could, if he wanted to. Exciting.

He pulled your face a little, so that his lips were right next to your ear. You felt his hot breath on your skin, when he asked:

“Aren’t you?”

You felt him move his mouth across your skin, from your ear right to your lips. The grip on your chin lessened as he moved his hand to hold the back of your neck instead. It wasn’t anything new to kiss him, but it felt a lot more intimate this time. No force behind it, no rush, nothing inherently sexual; just softness, an interesting contrast to his intense eyes and touches.

He moved away, just enough to speak up, your noses still touching.

“Come on.” He let go completely and moved to grab the gasoline, before entering the building.

You stood in place a moment longer, rendered speechless and motionless by the emotions you felt. The loud hammering in your chest was almost deafening. Not good, get a fucking grip. Without a word, you followed Touya inside.

After a few moments (when the blood pump finally decided to calm down), you glanced around. As you thought, a big empty space, at least on the ground floor. Since the electricity had been shut off a long time ago, the only light was coming from the moon and your phone flashlight. You went after him towards the stairs to the first floor, where a space was filled a little bit more by the rooms dividing the place.

Touya stopped next to a wall to one of the former offices and put his things down, before taking your phone to light your blank canvas, ready for destruction.

“Swing.” And so you did.

You braced yourself against the floor for stabilization and took a wide swing, from behind your back. The hammer made an impact with the wall and with ease penetrated it to the other side. Forcefully, you teared it out, making the hole two times wider.

Oh, it was so liberating. The destruction and chaos of this place would bring you much pleasure.

With a laugh, you took a next swing, and then another, and another. Both of you went on a rampage, destroying what you could in this deserted place. All of the windows broken (some of them with your fist covered in a rug found somewhere on the ground), the inside walls full of holes, doors ripped out of its hinges. The place filled only with dust, debris, and the laughter and screams of both of you.

After you had enough, you ended up lying on the roof. Touya’s head right next to yours, although upside down, as he laid in the opposite direction.

You stared at the clear night sky, admiring millions of stars visible that night. It was always an otherworldly experience to be able to see them. It made everything seem so insignificant in the comparison to the vastness and beauty of space.

Touya, however, was not looking at the sky. His eyes were focused solely on you. He liked the peace and calm visible on your face. You felt his gaze on the side of your face and turned your head to the side, to also look at him.

You moved your hand to push his hair back. It was always really soft to the touch.

“Your roots are showing.” You said quietly, looking at the white part of his hair. He just hummed with eyes closed, marveling at the soft touch on his head.

Before he could fall asleep here, you took your hand and sat up cross-legged. You turned around to look at him, still lying down and still looking at you.

“Didn’t you want to commit arson?”

He perked up at that and got up, but stopped you, when you moved to do the same.

“Wait a second and don’t move.”

You stayed seated and just observed as Touya took the can and started to pour the gasoline on the roof, away from the stairs, in some kind of pattern. When he finished, he motioned you with his hand to come to him.

Ah, so the gasoline heart then. You weren’t really surprised by it, but still laughed, although more at the weirdly proud expression Touya had on his face.

“It’s really cheesy,” you paused for dramatic effect, “I love it.”

You kissed him lightly on the cheek, to which he froze for a second. Oh, could it be that this time you were the one to render him speechless? After the initial shock, he beamed at you with his stupidly wide grin that sometimes appeared on his face. Though, after a moment it faltered and he grabbed your upper arm. You could pull away, if you wanted, but you just let him hold you.

“Who was that man today?” This again. He seemed worried, more than anything, which you didn’t like that much, cause he could drill it out of you, if he truly wanted. So you decided to avoid his eye, looking in the other direction.

“I told you already… it’s a colleague from work.”

“You know I don’t buy it.”

“I know, but… it’s the truth.” You looked him straight in the eyes, so he would know that it was not a lie.

“I hope you know you can tell me anything.” You wished you could.

“Give me the matches.” He knew that for that moment that would be it, so he let go of your arm with a sigh and took out a small box out of his pocket.

You took it and moved to the other side of the gasoline heart.

You wiped your teeth with your hand, to which Touya raised his eyebrows, but when you took one match out of the box and lit it directly on your teeth, he did look impressed by your trick.

Touya lit his blue flame and both of you set ablaze the gasoline. The fire traveled from both sides, to meet in the middle and create more green-like color. From behind the flames, you were able to see just his silhouette. A beautiful, although terrifying (to some) imagery.

When the fire started spreading, you quickly moved to leave this place behind.

Again on the motorcycle, tightly embracing Touya’s torso, you looked back to stare at the rising flames. Colors mixed with each other, creating a picture any painter would be proud of.

Playing with fire was always thrilling, you just hoped none of you would get burned.

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caranfindel · 3 years

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Recap/review 15.20: “Carry On”

I’ll warn you right now - I did not hate it.

THEN: Chuck loses. Jack is God. The Winchesters are finally free.

NOW: Friends, get ready for a whole lot of fan service in the next few minutes. It's like TPTB have been reading everything we say and giving us what we want.

As a song about "ordinary life" plays, Dean's retro alarm clock goes off at 8:00. He shuts it off and sits up so we can see he's wearing a henley shirt (fan service points: 1). As he stretches, he's greeted by Miracle the dog (fan service points: 2)! Who is apparently his dog and definitely not Sam's!

But it's okay because LOOK AT THEM.

Meanwhile, Sam is running (fan service points: 3) and enjoying the beautiful day. When he gets home, he cooks (fan service points: 4) the same dry scrambled eggs that Stevie made for Charlie. Dean wanders in, wearing the dead guy robe, just as two slices of toast pop out of the toaster. I am not giving the robe any points because I don't think it's anything we all publicly long for and get excited about when it comes up, but I am willing to consider any opposing arguments. Sam, wearing just a t-shirt (5 points), tells Dean "it's hot" and I say mmm, yes it is. Dean adorably burns his hands on the hot toast and then brushes his teeth. You know what, I think the robe deserves a point after all. We're up to 6.

And we're not even two minutes into the episode.

And then they JUST KEEP COMING because Sam walks in, exposing his tattoo (7) because he's SHIRTLESS (8), scrubbing at his WET HAIR (9) with a towel, and I curse The Husband for deciding to watch with me because it means it would be kind of awkward to rewind and watch this a few more times. There's not even any dialog I can pretend I didn't catch.

I was NOT PREPARED FOR THIS.

He pulls on the grey v-neck t-shirt of sex (10) and proceeds to carefully make his bed. Dean, meanwhile, kind of sloppily throws his bed together and calls it done. Domestic Winchesters for 11 fan service points, please. Part of me feels like Dean's messy room is OOC, considering how proud he was to have his own room in the first place. But then I have to consider the trunk of the Impala, especially when compared to the hyper-organized neatness of her trunk when Sam's all alone in Mystery Spot, and it feels right. (Why am I thinking about Sam being all alone in Mystery Spot? NO REASON, NO REASON AT ALL.)

Sam's hair in his face while he makes his bed? Yes, please (12 points).

Dean washes the breakfast dishes (13), sneaking some leftover (because they were nasty) eggs to Miracle and looking around to make sure Sam doesn't see, because obviously Sam's going to be the one who doesn't want the dog to get table scraps. Sam put on a plaid shirt earlier, but we see him in the laundry room back down to one v-neck t-shirt (thank you Jack). He's reading as his laundry tumbles in the dryer, and he has to kick the dryer once to stop it from making noise, which I guess is why he's in there babysitting it. I keep reading on Tumblr that people want "at least one laundry scene," as if that didn't exist in The Monster at the End of This Book, but here's your laundry scene, friends. You were right to want it; it is marvelous (14).

Just look at that collection of plaid shirts and tell me it doesn't make you happy.

Dean times himself assembling a gun, complete with plenty of hand closeups (15) and then sits in the library with Miracle, scratching his ears (Miracle's, not his own) and apparently looking for a case. Sam comes in and joins them. He hasn't found anything, but Dean gets a serious look on his face and says "I got something."

Spoiler alert: It is my heart.

Title card!

The Impala pulls to a stop and the guys get out, still with serious looks on their faces. Oddly, the episode title flashes on screen really quickly. Or maybe it's just me. "Sure you're ready for this?" says Sam. "Oh, I don't have a choice," answers Dean. "This is my destiny." And that is exactly how I felt about watching this episode, friends. Not ready, but no choice. The camera pans to show that the boys are at the 43rd Annual Akron Pie Fest. In Akron, Iowa? Just north of Sioux City? Five hour drive? Say hi to Jody and the girls while you're there? Probably not. Probably in Akron, Ohio, almost 16 hours away.

(NO ONE CARES. STOP IT.)

Give me a break. This might be the last time I ever get to calculate driving time.

Anyway. Just pies! Nothing serious! Whew, I was concerned for a second. Dean is emotional.

This is just so beautiful.

Are you crying?

What? No. You're crying, I'm not.

No one is crying. There is no reason for ANYONE to cry.

Sam sits on a bench and watches happy pie eating families (sob). Dean returns with a giant box with six slices of pie (16 points). He sits next to Sam, and they have this conversation:

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Nah, come on, I know that face. That's Sad!Sam face.

I'm not Sad!Sam. I just. I'm thinking about Cas, you know? Jack. If they could be here.

Yeah, I know, I think about them too. You know what, that pain's not gonna go away, right? But if we don't keep living, then all that sacrifice is going to be for nothing.

Dean's right, Sam. Do not be sad. We will have no Sad!Sam tonight. Live your life, or else those sacrifices are wasted. (ahem.) Sam responds by pushing a slice of pumpkin pie into Dean's face. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time," he laughs. "You're right, I do feel better!" Dean scraping the pie off his face and eating it is pretty adorable.

I'd pay good money to lick that off his face. And not just because I love pumpkin pie.

Not quite 6 minutes in and we're up to at least 16 guaranteed bits of pure fan service. Just sweet, domestic Winchester brothers living their lives. How long has this been going on? I've decided it's been at least a year since the last episode. Maybe longer. A good long time. Lots of time for them to enjoy their newfound freedom. But right now things are getting dark. Because it's nighttime, and because I think somebody's about to die.

A mom sends two young brothers upstairs for bathtime. They pause when the doorbell rings. No one seems to be there, but then the dad is stabbed by people wearing creepy masks. The boys run into their room and hide. From their room, we hear the mom scream, and then a thump. One of the masked guys comes into the room and, after a fake-out when we think they might be safe, drags the boys out from under the bed.

So, domestic life in the bunker and then a hunt? Wow. We're getting it all. What a great episode, full of the things we love.

Is this Becky Rosen's living room?

Daytime. Agents Kripke and Singer (ugh, really? Kripke is good, but how about honoring someone other than the current regime?) show up at the scene. They learn that the dad's blood was drained, the mom is alive but her tongue was ripped out (wow), and the kids were taken. The mom drew a picture of the masks they wore, which the brothers recognize.

In a lovely, picturesque spot, the guys flip through John's journal. And I didn't realize we hadn't seen the journal in a while, but Tumblr informs me many of us were exicted to see it again, so boom. 17 points.

You know what this is? Mimes. Evil mimes.

Yeah. Or vampires.

VampMIMES. Son of a bitch!

Dean comes up with a silly portmanteau name for a monster? That will be 18 points. Sam determines the vamps will be heading for Canton if they follow their pattern, and the victims are families who live on the outskirts of town with children between the ages of five and ten. Well, that couldn't be too difficult to narrow down in a city with a population of over 70,000.

I'll handwave it. The lip biting. You’re welcome.

Night. Canton, I presume. Two masked vamps get out of a van. One of them gets decapitated by Dean. The other is shot in the leg, and then the head, by Sam. Well, he's a vampire, so of course it didn't kill him, but the bullet was soaked in dead man's blood. {Sidebar: "Soaked?" Dipped, maybe, but do you soak metal? Discuss.} They ask where the missing kids are, and the vamp is all, you're gonna let me go if I tell you? "No," Dean explains, adorably disappointed that the vamp isn't a mime after all. "This isn't a you walk out of here kind of situation. But see, if you tell us quick, you get this." He displays his bloody machete. "But if you take your time, you get, you get that." And "that" is a switchblade which Sam casually pops open right on cue.

Yeah, I'll take that. I'll take that itty bitty one.

It's a bad choice.

You see, this, this is quick. It's clean, you know? No muss, no fuss. You blink and you're dead.

But a blade this small, I'm gonna have to keep sawing and sawing to get your head off. And you'll feel it. Every muscle, tendon. Every inch. Could take hours.

Oh, and if those kids are dead? He's gonna use a spoon.

GUYS. I said it before and I’ll say it again. I absolutely love when they remind us that Sam Winchester, that sweet boy with the huge heart and the endless supply of empathy and the puppy dog eyes, I love it when they remind us that he is a fucking psycho when he needs to be. I'm not going to give it a point, because I don't think it's anything we've asked for, but again I'm willing to hear all arguments. Especially if they come with detailed examples of Sam going psycho. Just for evidence, you know.

Just casually talkin' bout torturing you to death. No big.

The vampire wisely decides to reveal the location of the nest where the kids are being held. Next we see the Impala pulling up in front of some kind of barn. The guys open the trunk to get their gear out, and Dean pulls out a throwing star. "Come on. One time." Sam says no. There will be plenty of other times for Dean to use his throwing stars, I'm sure.

The guys enter the barn and find it apparently empty, although we see masked vamps peeking at them from outside. They find the kids locked in a closet, but four vampires appear before they can escape. They shoo the boys outside and shoot the vampires with their dead man's blood bullets from a safe distance. No, they don't. Why? I got no goddamn idea.

{Sidebar: At some point during this fight, I realized they hadn't played "Carry On Wayward Son" at the beginning. And that we got a regular montage, not a season finale extended montage.}

Sam gets knocked unconscious, and Dean loses his machete and then gets pinned by a couple of vamps. But they don't kill him; they just hold him down while an unmasked vampire strolls in. Dean recognizes her from season 1, and pretends not to notice Sam's now-conscious hand surreptitiously creeping toward his machete. Suddenly the vampire loses her head, because Sam is behind her, and the fight starts up again. Dean gets thrown into a wall right next to a big metal spike, which we focus on oddly. And then he gets thrown onto the spike. Oops. Sam kills the last of the vamps and doesn't notice Dean's predicament. He's all, cool, fight's over, let's go get those kids out of here. "Sam," Dean says, "I don't think I'm going anywhere."

Dean tells Sam there's something stuck in his back and it "feels like it's right through me." He keeps touching his chest as if he expects to feel it poking through. Sam reaches around to touch his back and his hand comes back bloody, and if that gives you All Hell Breaks Loose feels, there's a good reason. Sam tries to pull Dean off the spike, but Dean stops him. "It feels like this thing's holding me together right now." Sam's starting to panic and so am I. He wants to go get the first aid kid and call for help, but Dean stops him. And y'all, I'm just gonna have to type the whole thing out.

Sam, Sam. Stay with me. Please, stay with me, please.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay. Okay. Uh. Right. All right, listen to me. Um. You get those boys and you get them someplace safe, all right?

Dean? WE are gonna get them somewhere safe.

No. You knew it was always gonna end like this for me. It was supposed to end like this, right? I mean, look at us. Saving people, hunting things, it's what we do.

Stop, Dean, just stop

It's okay. It's okay. it's good. It's good. We had one hell of a ride, man.

I will find away, okay? I will find another way.

No. No. No, no no no no. No bringing me back, okay? You know that always ends bad.

Dean, please.

I'm fading pretty quick, so, there's a few things I need you to hear. Come here. Let me look at you. There he is. I am so proud of you, Sam. You know that? I've always looked up to you. Remember when we were kids, you were so damn smart. You never took any of Dad's crap. I never knew how you did that. And you're stronger than me. You always have been. Hey, did I ever tell you, that night that I came for you when you were in school? You know, when dad hadn't come back from his hunting trip?

Uh, the woman in white.

The woman in white, that's right. I must have stood outside your door for hours, cause I didn't know what you would say. I thought you'd tell me to get lost, or get dead. And I didn't know what I would have done if I didn't have you. Cause I was so scared. I was scared. Cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It's always been you and me.

Then don't leave me. Don't leave me. I can't do this alone.

Yes you can.

Well, I don't want to.

Hey. I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna be with you. Right here. Every day. Every day you're out there, and you're living, and you're fighting, cause you, you always keep fighting. You hear me? I'll be there, every step. I love you so much. My baby brother. Well, I did not think this would be the day. But it is, it is, and that's okay. I need you, I need you to promise me. I need you to tell me that it's okay. I need you to tell me it's okay. Look at me. I need. I need. I need you to tell me it's okay. Tell me it's okay.

Dean. It's okay. You can go now.

Bye, Sam.

NO, IT IS NOT OKAY. THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF OKAY.

And of course I haven't described Sam's face as he understands what's happening, Dean's occasional spasms of pain, the handholding, the fucking FOREHEAD TOUCH, the tears, the way Dean's hand drops away, the way Sam's hands shake as he clutches his dead brother (hello, AHBL again).

Maybe we just need to watch it.

Gifs borrowed from @jaredandjensen.

And there's also the Always Keep Fighting shoutout, the "I love you," Dean calling Sam his "baby brother," the "I can't do this alone/Yes you can/Well I don't want to" parallel with 1.01. Infinite points, friends. I can't count that high.

(Things not to think about: Sam putting Dean's body in the back seat, and then putting the two young brothers in the front and driving them to safety. Sam driving 15 hours back to Lebanon with his brother's body. Do not think about these things.)

Aftermath. Sam and Miracle, and no one else, are giving Dean a hunter's funeral. And I know Covid means Sam couldn't have any friends there, but also? This is kind of perfect. Sam facing it alone. The song we hear as Sam lights his brother's pyre is "Brothers in Arms" by Dire Straits, in case you're not emotionally wrecked yet.

Yeah, I'm already there, thanks anyway.

Next we see Sam's slightly more modern alarm going off at 8:00. Note that Sam gets up later now, because at the beginning of the episode, he had already gone for a run and was cooking breakfast when Dean woke at 8:00. But now there's no one to cook for so he doesn't need to get back early and I AM NOT OKAY.

ANYWAY.

Sam gets up and faces his lonely day. He cooks eggs. One piece of toast pops up. He sits in the library with Miracle and looks at the names carved into the table. He wanders the halls with his dog at his side. (SAM HAVING A DOG WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE HIM HAPPY. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE US HAPPY. HOW DARE YOU.)

{Sidebar: Has Sam ever had a dog when he wasn't at a low point in his already-low life? Discuss.}

Eventually he finds himself at the door to Dean's room. The room is just as Dean left it, kind of messy, kind of very full of Dean. He sits on Dean's bed and pets the dog and cries and it should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that I am ROLLING AROUND IN ALL OF THIS BEAUTIFUL PAIN.

No one at all.

@annianvi thinks he’s wearing Dean’s hoodie when he cooks his sad lonely breakfast? Could it be?

Sam hears a phone buzzing in Dean's desk. He digs out the one labeled "Dean's other other phone" and answers. The caller asks for "Agent Bon Jovi" and says he's had some bodies turn up without hearts in Austin. "A friend of mine, Donna Hanscum, said you were the one to call." Oooh, are we sending him to Austin? Is Walker, Texas Ranger just going to be another fake name and fake badge? Now that's how you do a spinoff!

{Sidebar: Does Donna know about Dean? Did Sam tell anyone yet? Is the trying to get him out of the bunker and keep him busy? If so, wouldn't she have given the guy Sam's number, not Dean's other other phone? But maybe it's someone she talked to weeks ago. Discuss.}

Sam tells the caller he is on his way, and we see him with a packed bag, heading out of the bunker with Miracle. He turns to look one last time and then turns off all the lights. We haven't seen the bunker this dark since the day they found it. I don't think he's ever coming back. Goodbye, bunker. I know some people hated you, but I was not one of them. {Sidebar: Did he give the bunker key to anyone? Surely he wouldn't want all those resources to go to waste!}

So, I guess the episode title refers to Sam having (choosing?) to carry on after he loses his brother. THIS IS FINE.

Now we're back at Dean's pyre, and this time we drift up with the smoke. We catch up with Dean, outdoors, in a lovely setting with trees and birds. "Well, at least I made it to Heaven," he says. "Yep," someone answers. It's Bobby! Real Bobby, not AU Bobby! Dean's actually standing next to a building - a cabin, maybe - and Bobby is sitting on the porch.

What memory is this?

It ain't, ya idjit.

Yeah it is. Cause the last I heard, you, you were in in Heaven's lockup.

Was. Now I'm not. That kid of yours, before he went wherever, made some changes here. Busted my ass out. And then he, well, set some things right. Tore down all the walls. Heaven ain't just reliving your golden oldies any more. It's what it always should have been. Everyone happy, everyone together. Rufus lives about five miles that way. With Aretha. Thought she'd have better taste. And your mom and dad, they got a place over yonder. It ain't just Heaven, Dean. It's the Heaven you deserve. And we been waiting for you.

So Jack did all that.

Well, Cas helped. It's a big new world out there. You'll see.

So, I guess Cas made it out of the Empty? Dean smiles at that, but doesn't suggest finding him or anything. I approve. Bobby pulls out a couple of beers (the green cooler made it into Heaven!!!) and they share some bad beer. Dean comments that Heaven is "almost perfect," and Bobby knows EXACTLY what's missing, because of course he does. "He'll be along. Time up here, it's different. You got everything you could ever want, or need, or dream. So I guess the question is, what are you gonna do now, Dean?" Well, Dean doesn't have everything he could ever want or need, but he does see one thing - Baby. With her Kansas plates! Friends, that's two things I requested before the end that I didn't think I would ever see: a forehead touch, and Baby wearing her original plates. Thank you, Jack.

Dean's face lights up. "I think I'll go for a drive." As he walks to his car, we see the cabin is actually Harvelle's Roadhouse, albeit smaller, I think. Dean settles into his car and says "Hey, Baby" and when he turns her on, "Carry On Wayward Son" begins to play.

I know he looks good in Purgatory, but DAMN if he don't look fine in Heaven, too.

We cut to the name Dean, which is embroidered on - a little boy's overalls. Sam's little boy. Oh, wow. I was not prepared for this. Sam has a son named Dean, and we switch back and forth between Dean driving through Heaven and scenes of Sam's life with his son and his mysterious, barely-seen wife. She has long dark hair, and I'd like to point out that she could easily be either Eileen or Dr. Cara Roberts. Just saying. Sam's house is full of family photos, including the one of him and Dean from his memory box and a new one from the episode Lebanon. I never thought about the fact that they might have actually taken a photo, and if they did, would it still be around after Sam smashed the pearl? Well, obviously, yes. We see Sam throwing a ball with his son, helping him with his homework (Sam in glasses? Check!) and just obviously really loving this kid and giving him the childhood he never had. We also see a really, really unfortunate grey wig that I refuse to screencap. You're welcome. As aging Sam sits in the hundred-year-old car in his garage, his dead brother drives happily along dirt roads in Heaven, and I'd prefer my Heaven have paved roads, thanks.

We end in Sam's house, now complete with hospital bed. Sam could be in his 80s or even 90s, which means he could have lived another 50 years, more or less, after Dean died. His son doesn't look any older than his 20s or 30s (and also looks vaguely South Asian to me), and I wonder how old Sam was when he finally let himself have a family. Remember when Dean said his happy ending was for Sam to have kids and get old? Well, he got it, finally. Did Sam get a regular job? Did he keep hunting? We don't know. What we do know is that his son has a anti-possession tattoo. Some people have taken this to mean young Dean is a hunter, but I don't think we can jump to that conclusion. It could just be 1) Dean wanted a tattoo like his father's, or b) Sam knows there are still demons out there and that his son would naturally be a target, hunter or not.

All right, I had to screencap teary-eyed Sam grasping the steering wheel and reliving his years with his brother in this car, so we can just pretend we don't see The Wig, okay?

Sam's evidently in hospice care. Or maybe we'll all have hospital beds in our houses in 50 years. Who knows. His son sits on the bed and takes his hand. Sam smiles at him, and Dean says "Dad, it's okay. You can go now." PARALLELLS! As some woman sings "Carry On Wayward Son" for whatever reason (why didn't they use the lovely a cappella version they already had from Fan Fiction?), Sam places his hand on Dean's and takes his last breath.

{Sidebar: Where is Sam's wife in all of this? Divorced? Already dead? She doesn't seem to be in the family pictures, so I'm going with divorced. Discuss.}

Heaven. Oh, guys. I've done this rewatch without tearing up at all but I'm about to tip over. The Impala pulls onto a bridge. Dean gets out. (Now your life's no longer empty, surely Heaven waits for you.) He stands at the bridge railing, enjoying Heaven, smiling. And then he feels something and he smiles even more because he knows it's Sam. Oh god, Jensen did such a good job here. Just this fucking smile killed me dead. "Hey, Sammy," he says. He turns and there is Sam, wearing the same outfit he wore in 1.01 (they both are, but Sam's is a bigger departure from his later years). Why? I don't know. But I know it means Sam Winchester is spending eternity in something that isn't a plaid shirt. How do we feel about that?

"Dean," Sam says. They face each other and smile, and it's the smile of we just survived a hunt I didn't think we'd survive or our son just overpowered God or something along those lines. Then they embrace, and I love the way Sam hesitates just a little before clapping a hand on Dean's back. Like he's afraid it isn't really happening, and he doesn't want to break the illusion. I also love that Dean, as always, takes the top (oh, get your minds out of the gutter) and hugs as if he were taller than Sam. Then Dean puts his hand on the back of Sam's neck and turns him to admire the view and he has this joyous smile like now, this is FINALLY Heaven. And he gazes at Sam like look, Sammy, look what we did. Look what we get. The lack of dialog in this scene is just ~chef's kiss~. The camera goes wide and we see the three main characters, Sam and Dean and Baby, enjoying the Heaven they deserve.

I would like to know where they filmed this, because it's gorgeous even without the Winchesters.

Did Sam's entire life go by in the span of Dean's drive? Or did Dean just decide he'd drive until his brother arrived, no matter how long it took? And how much do I love the fact that he could have gone and visited his parents but instead he said "nah, I'll drive around and wait for Sam?" SO MUCH, PEOPLE. SO MUCH.

Also, can we talk about the fact that Sam didn't know what to expect in Heaven? I mean, Ash said they were soulmates and would share a Heaven, but why would he believe that? And he might have even still believed he'd have a hard time getting into Heaven. What a relief it must have been to show up on Dean's bridge.

And then Jared and Jensen thank us. You're welcome, boys. Thank you.

So. Thursday night I was mildly positive about the episode. But on rewatch, I'm extremely positive. Sure, I would have loved the Six Feet Under ending where we see everyone's fate. And maybe that would have happened if not for Covid. But I'm just relieved we didn't get the Game of Thrones or How I Met Your Mother endings. I'm not sure this current cohort could have done better, honestly. Sam wanted a normal family life. Dean wanted Sam to have a normal family life. But Sam was never going to stop hunting as long as Dean was hunting. And Dean wasn't going to stop hunting as long as he was alive. Dean got the end he wanted/expected and the Heaven he earned (and Sam caring for Jack was directly responsible for Heaven's improvements). Sam got to live a normal life and have a family. As I said earlier, I suspect his marriage didn't last. (Or maybe he and Eileen or Cara got married for insurance purposes, and happily co-parented little Dean, but knew they weren't each other's one true love.) But I actually prefer that. Dean loved Sam more than he loved anyone. Sam loved Dean the same way. I'm glad Sam got to have a child (who he loves as much as his brother, but in a different way), but I don't want Sam and Dean to share their Heaven with Sam's wife.

Now, would I have done Dean's death differently? Yes. I did appreciate that they had him upright, so the brothers were face to face, just like AHBL. But being impaled on a spike was just less dramatic that I would have liked. I would have preferred that Sam immediately see his brother was dying, instead of Dean having to explain it to him. Dean could have had his jugular torn, slowly bleeding out, and still been on his knees (held up by Sam, hell yes) making his deathbed speech. And then I wouldn't have thought "would an ambulance be here by now if you'd called them?" halfway through it.

{Sidebar: What if Sam had fed Dean some blood from one of the dead vamps. Wouldn't that have kept him undead long enough to get fixed up, and then they could have done the vampire cure? Discuss.}

I know some people are very unhappy about the finale. Honestly, from what I can tell, most of those people are hard-core Destiel shippers. And I guess they wanted, as they always do, for the Dean and Castiel relationship to be more important than the Dean and Sam relationship. Sorry, guys, that was never gonna happen. In the end, it came down to the epic love story of Sam and Dean, just as it should have.

So, I'm sad and I'm happy. I'm bereft and I'm full. I miss my boys, but my boys will always be with me. I hope you guys will be with me for a long time, too.

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I know I’ve vented about this before, here and on my other blog, but...

It frustrates me that the loudest negative talking points about F2 have devolved into personal insults about characters, the filmmakers, and the cast... or using books that always existed in a nebulous canon space to ‘prove’ that characters are OOC.

Look. I dislike the ending of F2. I think there were poor writing decisions in F2. (I also think there were good writing decisions.) I feel there are serious pacing issues that often undercut the good aspects of the film. I also think that, at certain points, characters’ behavior feels OOC or the resolutions to scenes feel so rushed they don’t land with the impact they should.

I don’t like the destiny elements. I don’t like the Fifth Spirit elements and I feel they compromise Elsa’s agency (and before someone says, “But they don’t determine Elsa’s actions!”, let me reiterate that they still influence Elsa’s actions and influence her life from before she is even born. This isn’t like the world influencing people. This is design - and even if you feel that the regular influences of the world that ordinary people go through are God’s design, God doesn’t take as clear and direct a hand as the spirits and magical forces do with Elsa in F2.

I actually agree with a lot of the central points the “BringElsaHome” people have, but... not for the reasons that they sometimes tout.

Like... Elsa feels slightly OOC to me in F2 because she’s so focused on her own goals even when it’s clear that Anna is panicking and hurting - and that feels legitimately off for me. Yes, Elsa frequently pushes Anna away in the first film for Anna’s own good, but we get so many scenes of Elsa being aware that she is hurting Anna emotionally and hating that. In F2, something like the ice boat scene happens and then it never comes up again. We don’t get a moment for Elsa to pause and reflect on what she’s done, we just jump to the Dark Sea scene. In fact, the more I think about it, the ice boat scene is a GOOD scene - it’s compelling and morally grey and opens up interesting conflicts and, it’s born of Elsa’s noble desire to protect those she loves), but the aftermath is what kills it because it’s so disjointed and rushed and so it feels... off...

Again, I’m not saying this to be critical of Elsa. I love Elsa. I’m being critical of the way Elsa is written at points in F2 and, more than that, how the pacing does a disservice to otherwise good scenes. I know some anti-Elsa people took my ice boat post from ages ago to say that Elsa “never apologizes” in general, but that’s just factually incorrect and I advise them to look back at all the times in the franchise when Elsa has.

It’s strange because the “BringElsaHome” folks, I know, dislike that scene as well. And so do some anti-Elsa folks. (It’s strange how they both agree because those groups hate each other, mostly due to shipping differences - but they agree to a degree and then veer into different directions, both of which I’m not fond of.)

The “BringElsaHome” folks feel the moment sucks and is OOC (which I agree with) but then some of the more aggressive folks go into wild directions with what they consider OOC about Elsa in F2 generally. Like, going to books of dubious canonicity doesn’t further your point when I’ve just spent the last few paragraphs talking about why Elsa feels OOC between movies based on the actual texts of both films. I did that to show, you CAN argue a case about Elsa feeling off in F2 and it can make sense - but the conversation so often gets derailed by the strangest choices people choose to argue. Like, talking about how ‘classy’ Elsa is? That’s incredibly superficial and has some racist implications when combined with certain people’s negativity towards the Northuldra.

And the anti-Elsa people... well, they took hold of my old post to claim Elsa “never apologizes” which wasn’t the point of that post at all and feels rooted in biases against Elsa. It doesn’t look at the small discrepancies between characterization and pacing, it just generalizes Elsa as a “bad sister.” Even though there are nuances to the scene and, on it’s own it’s a rather good scene, it’s just a victim of choppy editing and pacing when it comes to addressing its aftermath.

At the same time, I do agree with the frustrations that Anna fans have... and some of the frustrations that Elsa fans have. let me try to explain my position.

You see, I feel that Anna’s personal journey in Frozen 2 is far better written than Elsa’s personal journey. It feels more grounded. it feels more human. I can relate to it more. The Next Right Thing is so real it hurts me to hear it. And because it feels better written, I can sympathize with Elsa fans who feel Elsa got the short shrift in F2. Someone on twitter talked about F2 being more focused on Elsa’s magic than Elsa as a person and... I agree with that. At the same time, I don’t agree with people who say the filmmakers “hate” Elsa or suggest Kristen Bell was somehow pulling strings behind the scenes. That’s not how it works, guys, and even if she made some suggestions, the writers and director are the final arbiters. The writers and director call the shots.

While I agree with the arguments that Elsa suffered from poor writing (and poor editing) at points of F2, it’s not because the filmmakers “hate” her. I think they love her very much and wanted to make a relatable story for her. That’s why Elsa’s journey in F2 works as a metaphor for self-acceptance.

But I do think the means they used to facilitate the metaphor are flawed. The magical destiny elements overwhelm the human elements and so it becomes... only metaphor... whereas in the first film, we had Elsa’s powers as metaphor, yes, but grounded alongside her interactions with her family and others. It becomes too abstract and it’s hard for me to relate to. (Keep in mind, I’m NOT policing anyone. As I said, it’s a powerful metaphor - and if that metaphor works as-is for you, I’m happy for you. I just needed to see more of Elsa bonding with other people - like the found family she built in the first film, like the Northuldra who could serve as a beautiful extension of that family and who I feel need more screentime. I feel it’s poor writing (or at least, flawed writing) but not born from a place of malice. More, I’d argue it comes from a good-intentioned miscalculation what made Elsa so resonant to a certain subset of fans. But that’s not hate.

I agree with Anna fans who are frustrated too. It’s interesting. Certain Elsa fans feel Elsa was pushed aside while Anna fans feel frustrated about Anna too. I sympathize with Anna fans because Elsa does always get way more focus in the marketing. Elsa gets way more attention from fans and the media and so forth. That hurts. And, even as I feel Anna got the far richer storyline in F2, Elsa still got the big showstopping numbers that everyone focused on. That can hurt.

And I also sympathize with Anna fans (of various ships) stung by the fact that F2 puts Anna through... a whole lot of pain. Where Elsa gets a journey of exultation, Anna gets to struggle as her certainties fray apart. And, for me, that hurts. Maybe it’s just because, as I said, The Next Right Thing feels too real for me.

And that sympathy of mine means I agree with different people of different ships too, to a degree. I agree with KA and EA shippers who talk about how Anna went through so much but the filmmakers cut the moment of her getting her parent’s validation. I agree that Anna is more level-headed than Elsa throughout much of F2 and it hurts seeing her try to hold her family together. I DO NOT agree when people bring up codependency to condemn the snow sisters bond; I’m sensitive to that.

I don’t know. I agree with a lot of critiques about F2, but I also love aspects of F2 and think it’s beautiful in spite of its flaws. But I still critique it a lot. I just wish people focused their critiques on more coherent things than... on the things they do.

#frozen beef #frozen

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yuukannahito98 · 4 years

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Hatamaou have a sh*t Ending even for MaouxChiho fans

Okay guys, I will only said this once. Maouemi didn't happen. and guess what, after I read how bad and sick Maou now. I am more relieve. But what make us pissed of is, because Wagahara literally only using Emi. She didn't even get a proper ending, she literally can't go anywhere since she still Mother for Alas-ramus and Maou still want to take a role as Papa. I felt sorry and worried about Alas-ramus future too.

Okay here the things:

Remember Chiho's kiss was a poison to Maou? guess what, a kiss from Emi can cured him and even better, he become a human because of that. Emi kinda kiss Maou from her selfish side too, but she only can do that far (because you know how kind emi is right?) because at the beginning, she planned to kiss Maou so to make Maou become a human for Chiho's sake. (Luna mentioned that kiss was very deep and let's wait for it, but honestly guys? I am so done. I don't even want Maou to touch Emi and Alas-ramus anymore)

And then, Maou said he will accept Chiho and Emi then worried what about Alas-ramus and guess what? he didn't even reply! he become speechless as dumb (what happened to Maou who willing to pay Alas-ramus income and will definitely concerned with all regarding Alas-ramus? Okay, let's just assume it was because Maou love Chiho so much)

But guess what? It was become so much worst even from Chiho's side. After Maou reply Chiho, she then said that Emi have a feelings for Maou and Maou suddenly remembered that kiss, Chiho then notice it too, then it was mentioned that Chiho couldn't thinking Emi can be with another ordinary guy except Maou. so Guess what? Chiho kinda suggesting Maou to TAKE EMI AS HIS HAREM too. that's fine she can share him with Emi, so with this she will still be the FIRST HAREM FOR MAOU. I AM SO DONE GUYS IT CAN'T BE ANY WORST. AND GUESS WHAT? Maou only brush it off saying he didn't have enough money to have wifes. I AM SO DONE YOU ASSHOLE!! BUT OH NO, WAIT, JUST HOLD UP, WE GOT SOMETHING MORE SHIT, remember that airport plot and that "date?" It wasn't a date at all, Maou only planned to go out with another random woman who we are don't know for discussing a business. And yes we are right, that person who at the airport was Chiho. AND MAOU, HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIS BELOVED GIRLFRIEND GOING OVERSEAS TO ENGLAND?! I AM SO DONE, WAIT they're already a couple right?! Did they even talk to each other at all?! What happened!!!

Okay, that's not about it at all.. I FELT SORRY TO CHIHO'S FANS (if they're being aware with this) BUT GUESS WHAT? THAT MAOU, HE JUST BROUGHT A SAME PRESENT FOR HIS GIRLFRIEND AND ANOTHER WOMAN! Maou give Emi a mother's day present (FOR WHAT YOU DUMB?! JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!) a handkerchief which I am pretty sure it was because a scene from vol 17 (remember that scene when Emi use her handkerchief to press at Maou's horn for stop the bleeding? I think that's why he give Emi a handkerchief) Oh my god, what kind of boyfriend who give a same present to her girlfriend as to another woman? Of course then everyone who still have a right mind and Alas-ramus scold Maou for it.

DID WE STILL CAN GET ANOTHER TRASH? YES WE WILL! When Alshiel remind him to stop using his money recklessly, so he can save for if he wants to get a wedding with Chiho, Maou only said: HE COULDN'T, BECAUSE HE WAS TOO SCARE FOR HAVING A BIG LOAN! AND SINCE HE WAS SO BROKE AND ALL AND IT WILL INVOLVE EVERYONE?! OH MY GOD MAOU, CAN'T YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND ABOUT WHAT LOVE MEANS? why he pick Chiho at all if he didn't even considering Marriage and didn't even want to fight for it?!

and guess what Chiho said after hearing this? she... with a golden heart of hers only said: IT’S OKAY, I WILL BE THE ONE WHO MAKE A LOT OF MONEY.

And as we know, Everyone scolded Maou for it then Maou only run off saying an excuse he need to go to work.

And at the end of series, Maou, a CEO, is still broke man, living in japan, through and through

Okay, the conclusion? THE ENDING IS A GARBAGE! I DON'T EVEN FELT SAD. I FELT RAGGING WITH THIS KIND OF ENDING. Maou is so OOC he is so different at this vol and Chiho is so much worst when suggested that harem idea to Maou she sounds so selfish ATM.

and to top of that, EMI WAS BEING TREATED AS A SIDE CHARACTER OR EVEN WORST. WAGAHARA ONLY USE HER AND ALAS-RAMUS. SHE DIDN'T EVEN GET A PROPER ENDING. At this point, why Maou didn't even let her and Alas-ramus go? It was really like Maou planned to make Emi become a single mother FOREVER taking care Alas-ramus while he was getting with Chiho as well. OH MY GOD I FELT SICK EVEN AFTER READ THE SPOILER I AM SO DONE WITH MAOU.

WE AND ALL EMI'S FANS (we changed it from maouemi fans to Emi's fans as soon as we know what Maou was doing to Emi and Alas-ramus) JUST WANT TO SNATCH EMI AND ALAS-RAMUS GO FAR AWAY FROM THAT SICK DEMON KING AND ALL OF HER FRIENDS. I AM SO DONE, EMI DESERVE BETTER. SHE DIDN'T EVEN DESERVE THIS KIND OF VERSION OF MAOU.

That's all beautiful writing in vol 20 like never exist, Luna even mentioned this vol was being written so bad.

and guess what, it's not only us. we are very aware with Japanese reader who even throw some kind of rude comments at his twitter till I felt bad to him

ps: I use translate Japanese so we can exactly know what they said. there's international fans who use Japanese language as well but there's fans who really from Japanese. I will see the reviews on bookwalker too if they're already there.

there still much on it like 33 already but I can't give you all them

#hataraku maou-sama!#I drop this shit #give me back my 6 years #yusa emi #Emi deserve better #hatamaou #hataraku #maou sadao #maou x emi #sadao maou #maouemi #alas=ramus #Alas-ramus too deserve better #Maou is such a sick #Wagahara you are worst

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lvebug · 10 days

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i know i said i was gonna do writing today but im watching white collar instead so if anybody has seen that and wants to talk about it OR wants to plot heist-y threads w me you should so that ‼️💖

#neal caffrey :] tiny :]#THERE'S A LOT OF BEAUTY IN ORDINARY THINGS — ooc

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Delena Fic Rec:

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever posted here lol.

Forever Mine: The night Damon Salvatore met Elena Gilbert changed the course of their destinies forever. But just as the future made itself known, the past caught up with them to destroy it all. Together on the run, Damon finds himself falling for this girl. Hard. But, Damon Salvatore doesn't love and he won't let her change that. No matter how much his soul...his body begs him to give in.

A Woman’s Worth: AH/AU–Love hurts. This story takes on a literal meaning when Elena is a victim of abuse by her boyfriend. A journey of the silent sufferings of a girl with no one to turn to and unwilling to ask for help. Enters Damon, a social worker determined to rescue a damsel in distress and falling for her along the way. What is he willing to sacrifice in the end to save a girl he loves?

Tomorrow: Will you be there beside me if the world falls apart? And will all of our moments remain in your heart? Will you be there to guide me all the way through? I wonder will you walk by my side and follow my dreams? With the Nazi reign of terror at its zenith, Damon and Elena form an unlikely friendship in WW2 era Czechoslovakia.

Where the Fireflies Dance: Elena just wants to forget. She moved away for college, and is trying to make a life for herself, when her roommate invites her to her family's ranch for a summer that could change Elena's life. Damon Salvatore is a flirt. But the only girl he's ever really loved is the daughter he's fighting for custody of. Then his sister brings home a friend for summer and everything changes.

Addictions: When Elenas' life has been consumed by addictions, can anyone save her?- OOC,AU. *WARNING* Story contains strong language, substance abuse, graphic smut/lemons. For mature audiences only. Consider yourself warned.

Breaking Point: Elena wants to learn to fight compulsion. Damon's all-too willing to help, but will either of them be able to deal with the consequences?

Crying Lightening: "I should have helped her. I should have done something. I deserve this. I deserve to die" - Damon is an 18 year old troubled lost soul with a bad reputation and Elena a 17 year old popular high school student who thought she had everything she ever wanted, that is until she got to know the eldest Salvatore and realizes that life is about more than being crowned Prom Queen! AU R&R

Casually Cruel: AU/AH/ 'You're different, not the guy I used to know' -Maybe you never really knew me- 'Yes I did'. She knew the depths of his soul, loved and accepted every part of him. Now he's lost and he doesn't think she can find him and she's not sure she wants to.

Someone Like You: You fall in love, get married, fall in love again, get your heart broken. What if it got broken by a heart surgeon that never came back to fix it? Damon/ Elena - AU/AH

Echoes of the past: Each of us has a past that shapes and defines us. Some pasts are filled with pain and heartache. Can Damon and Elena overcome their pasts to allow themselves a chance at happiness? Or will things from their past resurface to destroy their future? AU/AH Complete!

Forbidden Fruit: Damon is friends with Grayson Gilbert. When he meets his daughter Elena, sparks fly. Considering the age difference and the fact that she is his friend's daughter, he tries to fight the pull every step of the way. Will he succeed in keeping her at bay?

Held Captive: My favorite one shot I wrote last year, Re Published into a mini short story. Damon, a notorious War Lord captured the lovely, innocent Elena as part of his war games but things are not as simple as he'd thought. Set in medieval times.

I’d Kill Us Both: AU/AH For years, Elena has been married to Stefan, but in love with his older brother, Damon, who left for the Marines shortly after the wedding. But now he's back, and not hiding his feelings. Will they finally have the chance to be together? And what if someone from Damon's military past followed him back home, putting them all in danger? Is love worth the risk?

Hopeless: AU. AH. Elena has found that she likes her older sister Katherine's best friend Damon a lot more than she should. Little does she know he likes her more than he should too. Through the years things start to change between them, but if anyone found out they'd be in big trouble.

A Gentleman’s Agreement: Possible S4 idea. VampElena has shut herself away from most of her friends, and the Salvatore brothers are at a loss over what to do. She is in for seduction and romance she never saw coming, but sooner or later a choice must be made. COMPLETED.

How Never Became Forever: Elena's established rules and guidelines for her relationships. She knows how to stay emotionally detached and when to cut the cord. But then she meets Damon, who could potentially change everything. AU. AH.

Kiss Me, Break My Heart: Elena Gilbert has been in love with her best friend Damon Salvatore for years, but when he asks her to help him win back the woman of his dreams, Elena decides she's had enough. Now Elena wants to move on, but Damon's not making it easy on her. AU/AH

Pretend You Love Me: While their marriage is falling apart, Damon and Elena must learn to get past their demons or lose each other forever. AH/AU. Officially issuing an angst warning.

Auto In: AU/AH /Life is wonderfully uncomplicated for Damon Salvatore. Take accident claims as a call center rep by day, charm his way into a new bed each night. Go to work, drink with friends, sex. Simple and straightforward and fun. Until a coworker, Elena Gilbert, makes him question whether some things are worth changing for. But is he the only one who needs to let go of a previous life?

Locked In a Loveless Marriage: When Elena asks Damon Salvatore for a loan, he agrees on the condition that she marries him. What happens when she finds herself falling in love with a man who has told her he will never love her? AU. All human.

A Hymn For The Broken: AU Elena is a novelty. The only female werewolf to ever exist. She tries to stray away from the past, that turned her into a monster, but a string of grisly murders threaten, and she is called back home. Once reconnected with the Pack, and an old flame, Elena finds herself torn between two worlds. The normal life she'd made for herself, and the call of the wolf inside.

Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction: It all started with a night of hot sex. Where things could go from there to Elena and Damon? Could they fall for each other although they don't believe in love anymore? AU/AH

Never Break the Rules: Handsome and tough, he had always done what needed to be done. He was supposed to be her knight in shining armour. He just never expected to be the one who needed to be saved… Ignoring swarming butterflies. Brushing off skipped heartbeats. Settling on lingering stares. Rules were never meant to be broken. What if there was a love that could break all the rules?

Love Lessons: New to Mystic Falls High, Damon Salvatore is both excited and horrified to find he is falling in love with his student, Elena Gilbert. But what happens when they overstep the boundaries, and their friends and enemies discover their illicit secret?

Death is Just a Feeling: "This life will be good and beautiful but not without heartbreak. In death comes peace, but pain is the cost of living. Like love, it's how we know we're alive." – Elena Gilbert ***HAPPY BIRTHDAY Short on words***

The End of Paralysis: Enter Elena Gilbert, 24, hardworking, lovely, and insatiably in love with her long time best friend, Damon Salvatore. Can she make him see that they belong together? Delena. AH/AU.

Lucky 13: AU/AH: Mistaken for a glamorous, selfish woman named Katherine Salvatore, the badly injured Elena finds that plastic surgery has given her Katherine's face, the famos Damon Salatore for a husband and a powerful dynasty for in-laws.

It’s A Boy Girl Thing: Based off the movie with the same name, an ancient curse is awakened and cast upon Elena and Damon. The results cause them to switch bodies, waking the next day in the body of not only the opposite sex, but the last person they ever wanted to switch bodies with. A hilarious battle of the sexes ensues, but eventually they wonder if they'll ever get their own body back. ALL HUMAN D/E

Somebody I Used To Know: Grieving the sudden death of their parents, Damon and Elena are forced to face their past choices and mistakes. Take a wild a journey through 20 years of their lives...together, apart and everything in between.

Sweet and Sexy Mistakes: An expert on the dynamics between men and women, Damon Salvatore knows his uptight new publicist could use his help getting a date. The only problem is, the more time he spends with her, the more he realizes he doesn't want her dating anyone but him!

To Save A Sinner: AU/AH: Damon Salvatore, the new star swimmer and transfer student at MFU, befriends the dark and mysterious Elena Gilbert, a girl the rest of Mystic Falls considers crazy. When he discovers the deep, haunting secrets she keeps from the world, can he handle the truth or will it cost him his heart and even possibly, his sanity?

Through The Ghost: Damon, a carefree soldier & Elena, a no-nonsense physical therapist at an Army base met under ordinary circumstances. Stuck between attraction and resistance, they struggled to define their relationship until fate made the decision for them. 4 years later a heartbroken Elena battles to make good on a promise when she discovers nothing but the shell of the only man she's ever loved.

Maybe Less, Maybe a Little More: Vampire Damon and Human Elena meet in a snowstorm. He wants to kill her and she is instantly attracted to him. What will happen over the next ten years? Fic for the A2A x-mas exchange. Non-canon, Oneshot, Delena endgame, rated M for sexual content and some gore. ENJOY THE DRAMA MYLOVES! :D

Do You Believe In Angels: "Damon?" She asked. He looked at her, waiting. She took a shaky breath, "Do you believe in angels?" "No," he said, "Not anymore." . . AH/AU: Two children with tragic pasts meet at a refuge. Hurt and alone, they clinge to each other to survive. This is their story, and everyone involved along the way.

Alcohol: Damon's drunk and she looks like Katherine. Elena's drunk and he smells like Stefan.

Memory Serves: Elena accidentally asks for her soul mate. What happens when magic delivers 1864 Human Damon? How will the Vampire Salvatore brothers deal? Vampire Damon is tortured by intimate memories of Elena. He feels so close yet far away from her. AU1x14 - COMPLETE -

Desperate Love: A whole different version of Season 4, without sire bonds or dead brothers. A meditation on the nature of love, free will and morality in an imperfect world, through: suspense, romance, steam, angst, and friendship. Tons of Delena as well as Stefan/Caroline/Klaus, Jeremy and Ric, too. Lemons!

The Valentine’s Day Corruption of Damon Salvatore: This is my fic in response to the prompt by Ciara 2531 for the A2A Valentine Exchange on Live Journal. As always, it's rated M for a reason...

The Best Man: Damon and Elena meet at a wedding, which ends hotter than anyone would have thought.

Insanity Is Beautiful: They called him crazy, insane even. People feared him and avoided him at any cost, even in the asylum. So what is Dr. Elena Gilbert supposed to do when she not only takes this insane monster as a patient, but falls in love with him, and him with her? (this one is only this low on the list because it’s incomplete)

#damon and elena #fic rec #fanfic #fanfiction #delena fanfiction

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vinization · 3 years

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Blueswap fic, Chapter 1

I’m not doing anything with my account, so I might as well start posting chapters of my AO3 Blueswap fanfic here. Some characters’ behaviors/lines may be a little OOC in the early chapters, since I didn’t do as much “homework” (research) as I was supposed to.

AO3 Link

Chapter Name: A Wonderful Discovery

Summary: (blue) Pearl takes Steven on a relaxing trip.

Honestly, Steven wasn't really excited to go on a trip, especially somewhere so far away from his home in Seoul, Korea. Though he was just ten years old, and looked even younger thanks to his chubby cheeks, fluffy hair and overall stout build, which gave him quite an adorable appearance, especially when combined with his big, brown eyes, he already knew that he was very different from ordinary people.

Even if he didn't have a giant blue rock embedded in the place where his heart was supposed to be, something that he inherited from his late mother, Blue Diamond, the fact that the closest thing that he had to a mother figure was Pearl, a blue skinned, blue haired and almost impossibly thin woman who also had a gem, this one being located right in the middle of her collarbone.

No matter how casual her clothes were and relaxed her overall demeanor was, they both attracted many weird and sometimes straight up ugly looks whenever they were walking along the Korean capital's crowded streets. The closest thing he had to something normal in his life was his beloved dad Greg, a retired singer and composer who owned a music shop in one of Seoul's busiest streets and, despite making a lot of money out of said business, was still very humble and never afraid to help his son whenever he needed anything.

Because of this, he was straight up terrified to go to some random little town when Greg suggested Pearl that they needed to go to a quiet, pleasant place where they could just relax for a while, and said that this "Beach City" was a good example, since it was a place that he already knew. How would the people there react when they saw Steven with his "mom"? The fact that this was a small town made him more nervous, since he could at least hide in the middle of a crowd. At the same time, however, he was still a young child, and was just as curious as anyone his age could be.

Maybe this trip wouldn't be such a bad experience after all. He only wished Greg could come along, but he said that he had to deal with something about the shop, a little thing involving the word "bureaucracy" which he didn't understand perfectly just yet.

Hmph. Humans and their mannerisms. Wait, he was thinking like that again. Nevermind.

The trip was surprisingly short, taking only a few minutes despite the fact that the destination was located on the other side of the planet. This was, according to Pearl, because of the extensive warp pad network that existed on the Earth, with many points everywhere allowing for great distances to be covered in a matter of minutes or even seconds.

All the boy and his surrogate mother had to do was access the pad that existed near the outskirts of Seoul, and bam. They had arrived in Beach City, and just in time to enjoy the sunset, too! As the blue-themed duo left the pad they were on (which was located inside an awesome multi-armed statue) and walked into the "city", which couldn't have more than a couple thousand inhabitants, from the beach, all the while feeling the cold breeze that came from the sea, Steven's shyness had been replaced by childish curiosity, especially after he noticed that the citizens barely paid attention to either him or Pearl.

By the time they saw the boardwalk and its many shops, he was very excited and happy to have come here, despite all of his previous reservations.

There was only one problem, unfortunately, and it was one that was entirely his own fault: Steven couldn't read any of the signs. How could he, when he was used to an entirely different alphabet? The boy internally reprimanded himself for not paying enough attention to any of Pearl's English lessons. At least he knew the spoken language well enough, thanks to his dad, so he wouldn't be completely lost, but even then, it made the whole "adventure" a lot more boring.

As Steven and Pearl approached a nearby pizzeria with the words "Fish Stew Pizza" written on a sign (not that he could understand any of them), however, he noticed something, or rather someone, very unusual looking just standing on the far end of the boardwalk, probably enjoying the beautiful sight that was the Sun setting on the shining waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

Interested on taking a closer look, he told his quasi-mom that he was just going to walk around for a bit (while she entered the pizza place and made an order), an idea that Pearl almost refused before thinking again. There wasn't anything unusual here, or so she thought, and Steven wasn't just going to walk off with some random stranger, so why not give him a little freedom while she ordered one of his favorite foods? The fact he wanted to walk around on his own instead of just standing by her side as he always did was actually a great sign, when she thought about it.

Free to explore Beach City without Pearl's supervision for a few minutes, Steven immediately set taking a better look at the strange, who he realized was a woman, without her noticing him. As he snuck closer and closer, he realized that "strange" was quite an understatement. First, the woman was truly massive, standing almost three meters tall, and she wore a plain white dress that seemed to have a few overlapping layers of fabric. Secondly, her long, silky and pink hair was an impressive sight, and that was without counting the immense curls that dominated it, some of which looked more like cannons. Steven wondered how many different hair products she used to make sure it stayed like this for a long time.

He wouldn't have time to ponder, however, since the stranger finally noticed her little admirer when he was standing right next to her, and it seemed that she was just as curious about this situation as Steven was, since she turned around to take a better look at the little boy, giving him a kind smile in the process. It was then that Steven noticed something about the giant woman that completely wiped away any reservations he had about going to Beach City: she had a large, pink gem in what should have been her navel, surrounded by a star that looked exactly like the one on his navy blue shirt.

Starry eyed and momentarily paralyzed by joy, he could only say one thing to the stranger:

"You even have a little star, just like me!"

Shortly after muttering these words, he turned around and happily ran back to the pizzeria as if he had just seen a celebrity in person.

Pearl had to see this!

Steven didn't realize that the woman was following him, nor that she was almost floating along the ground rather than truly walking, which explained why he didn't hear her coming after him, despite the fact that she was less than a meter away. Something about what he said just seemed off to her: maybe it was just her paranoia acting up, but why didn't he talk about her hair, or even her height? Why did he talk about what was probably one of her least notable features? And most importantly, what did "just like me" mean?

Her questions were soon answered when Steven entered the pizzeria and almost metaphorically dragged Pearl out of it, that's how excited he was. The quasi-mom and her little baby almost immediately noticed her, and there was no time to hide now.

Once Pearl set her eyes on the stranger (despite the long fringe that hid her eyes) she completely froze, refusing to believe what she was seeing.

For Stars' sake, she just wanted to take her adorable little "son" to a pleasant trip on a little town that Greg knew from memory!

She didn't want to face Rose Quartz, the gem who she despised the most, in person! What was she supposed to do now?!

Pearl couldn't know it, but Rose was asking herself that exact same question.

Still frozen and unaware of what to do, the blue gem could only mutter a word:

"R-Rose?"

#blue steven au #blue steven #blueswap #steven universe au #steven universe #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #su au

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archtroop · 4 years

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So just binged Titans (2018) on Netflix and -

I want to say stuff. Lets start with the basics. I’m not a hardcore DC comics fan. I’m your occasional TV viewer who watched Teen Titans, and loved the Batman cartoons. I’m your ordinary Joe. That would mean, for me, this show is my introduction into these characters. I’m viewing these stories as manifestations of archetypes, I am not familiar with “classic” characterizations, or “the right way of this one to talk” and so on.

I enjoyed the show a lot. Like, I literally binged the whole two seasons in the expense of some very cherished sleep time. It sucked me in.

And I became very curious about the backgrounds of the characters, and I looked some of it up (fucked up stuff! good!) and I was interested in maybe some reviews or hardcore fans sating their... say.

And. Guys. Guys.

So much negativity? Over... it being too violent?... Too dark...? Too... new?

I watched this show right now with virgin eyes. And I have to say that,

A. Dick Grayson of this Titans is the definition of “Dick Move”, and is literally trope co founder. And I love it. GO GRAY MORALITY GO. Also his introduction was. GOOD STUFF. I am rooting for this broken brain. His choices and inner struggles were very intriguing to watch, also his choices, morals and oh overall, a beautiful rendition of an adult, a grownup person that comes to terms with some very fucked up implicaitons.

B. For all the reviewers trashing Raven, calling her OOC and HotTopicRaven, guys, F U I loved her, I loved Teen Titans Raven as a kid, and this one is 16 and goddammit she is allowed to be emo and rock her style. And that she does. The “possession” thing she has is creepy cringe AWESOME STUFF. She rocks it, The actress ROCKS IT. Her whole journey was so engaging. TEAM RAVEN!

C. I was not familiar with Hawk and Dove, but I’m here rooting for them. Like full on SHIP THAT SHIP. I want them to be together, and I don’t care they broke my heart and then patched it up and I’m here for this couple.

D. Gar. OH PRECIOUS GAR, thanQ for righting the wrongs of decades of werepeople by transforming in and out while naked. I’m just so so grateful for this, but also, SO SO likable and the amount of empathy that was dragged out of me for the poor dude, I just want more screen time of him doing whatever he wants to do. I will literally watch an episode of Gar making various veggie shakes. I would. But also I want him to have more plot. Like, yesterday.

E. Kory/Starfire. Whoever trashes her costumes, go sleep on some legos. She rocks it, the actress rocks it, SHE ROCKS THAT RING ON HER LONG BEAUTIFUL FINGERS, and if anyone even dares to oink anything about her being black as apologetic, I say F U, she literally ABSORBS SUN POWER in this version, that melanin is rightfully hers. Also if you want to call me racist have fun, but I love the idea that genetics are applied with scientific purposes rather then, just, um, representation fodder launching pad. Fuck this shit, SHE IS THE SUN, GORGEOUS SUN. I love her discovery of self, maybe a hasty one. but damn poignant. I enjoyed her way of going around not remembering who she is. I root for her and her upcoming clash with her sister.

D. Donna. I kinda felt she will be in and then out and I didn’t really get attached to her BUT she was introduced as this very independent and firmly grounded person, and I was so happy to see her keeping her ground, good for her.

E. Jason Todd. Now here is a surprise. What a bomb of character that one. Now after doing minimal research about the fucked up origins of that one, I wasn’t surprised to see how he is probably the most twist and broken mess of them all. And he is the embodiment of DC’s wrongs, so it seems. This one is the ghost that Corp couldn’t get rid of or something. This one carries so so much nuance. But what really got me is how ensemble DarkHorse this one is. The actor is amazing. It reminds me how Dylan O’Brien of Teen Wolf out-shined the ever-living crap out of his co-stars cast back in the day. This one has similar energy. I literally squeezed on my couch into a little bulb of fright and pity when he had his outburst in front of Rose. His violence is so spot on brutal - I mean, while Dick’s violence is vicious, this one is brutal and I’m here for this. Also, his very introduction? Shivers down my spine and that feeling of “shit he had it REAL BAD as a kid. THE WORST”.

E.02 I... don’t care for Rose. Right now anyway. Maybe later on with her half brother as her copilot in S3? We’ll see. For now...? meh Sorry.

F. Conner. From the very moment the name Superman was dropped I was like, there is going to be a supersomething. Now I am not familiar with all the comics and I barely remember Teen Titans, but I am on tumblr, so. OK his origins are creepy AF, also intriguing, and Lex, you obsessed fucker. GOOD. But then Jason was falling of the building and it was literally 2+2 “oh Conner is gonna save the poor soul”, but oh no they had to go full-on “catch you as you fall Lois Lane style” but except no flying up - instead crashing on a car. This character, just broke out of a laboratory, had a random journey, and was alive for like two days in total just to be at the right time at the right place to save Jason falling from that building? ?? What am I suppose to do with this information??? I mean, Someone DID THIS. And I mean, that is kinda spot on. The writers should be VERY CAREFUL NOW with that, coz it can be either beautiful stuff or a very gruesome publicity fodder.

G. THEME. This Titans is. HORRIFICALLY IN YOUR FACE OOZES DARK TRAUMA AND CHILD ABUSE. While watching it I lost count of either abused/used children and crappy fathers. Dick is introduced while investigating a child abuse case. Raven was literally conceived so her demonic father could pass through her into this world. AND SO ON. And that literally includes Bruce and Dick themselves under that category, as the bad fathers. GOOD STUFF. You should really meditate on that. The amount of usage of children under the hands of adults in all the verity of forms, from sexual assault and rape and whatever violence to selling for profit (Conner is brainwashed and has a bid put on him, as a soldier for sale. He is a few weeks old.) is shockingly overwhelming. Like, this is THE THEME. Obviously this is a Found Family Trope kind of show, but oh my GOD they all are running from is just like, I dunno a mass of horny catholic priests?

IN CONCLUSION

Titans may have a messy output with many plots but it is not that hard to follow. It’s not just darker and edgier, it’s just NOT THAT COMIC. This seems to be a show that might tackle some of the darkest stuff media doesn’t outright... tackles. It’s more then just “oh crap daddy issues”. It has the actual feeling of “I will not be avenged. How do I move forward. Who needs me, who do I need to heal?” If it plays it right, it can be a thing of beauty. Or, if it will hear to all those negative shallow reviews, it will go crashing down in shamble.

Signed, a satisfied, average viewer.

#titans #netflix titans #titans 2018 #I have more on my mind but need to wrap up

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astrogone · 4 years

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❝ @ mutuals, send me a 🍓 and I’ll compliment you! ❞ / pt. 2

🍓 @sinisteraugurey: Maya, you are?!?! Brilliant!?!?!? Beyond than that!?!? You are truly one of the most kindest and funniest people I’ve EVER met. You are always shining on my dash and I always take the light from you as a gift sent from the Heaven! Every time I see you on my dash, I just go “!!! It Maya !!!” and get so giddy... It’s very chaotic but very soft of me because! Honestly!? You’re an extremely easy person to interact with, and really, with my anxiety, it says a lot and I do want you to know that your kindness will always cherished and taken with full gratitude and appreciation. It still warms my heart deeply remembering you welcoming me with open arms and I could imagine you would have a big smile on your face typing these texts while I was reading them. You are definitely one of the reasons why I decided to stick around the rpc for the long term and I can never thank you enough for that. With Delphi, my goodness, I already said this to you, but truly, you are the best roleplayer of her. Even though I don’t know the play she’s from, you have so so soo much passion for her, so I just know from the bottom of your heart, this Delphi of yours would be beyond than what the play had written of her. I highly adore learning and reading everything about her. You and your Delphi are the blessings to my heart and soul. <3

🍓 @theseancekid: Ash, oh my goodness, I am in absolute love with you and your blog!? We haven’t even interacted oocly just yet, but the moment we do, you fucking BET that we will instantly rule the world together ( this is a way to tell you to come to my IMs because I did say I would come to you but!? I have so much in my pan af hands bUTT DON’T LET THAT STOP YOU!!! )!!!... You have such a lovely and chill personality from how I see your OOC posts and how you interact with others, and like, every time I see you on my dash, I get so happy and hope you’re doing okay. You are such a delight to be in my dash and I am beyond grateful to have stumbled across your blog. Everything about the blog is so SO good and I always look forward to seeing more from you from aesthetics to writings to graphics and so forth. With Klaus though, dude, I honestly don’t know how isn’t the team of U.mbrella A.cademy not hiring you, like, that’s illegal. The way you write Klaus in IC posts and metas and such?! Holy fuck!!! Always, do I see life in him, and that is a big talent to have. To look into a character and create so much more in them? It’s amazing. No matter what, from your deepest passion of him ( which is too relatable lmfao ), you will always make Klaus mean so much more than what the show / comics ( I had only seen the show, but ) would give. <3

🍓 @sinnedfirst: Moth, aaaa, what a beauty you and all of your muses are. Every single one of your muse is so full of your passion, as everyone holds the right equal amount of love from you and I find that so so amazing. I always adore the ideas that you would come up with and how you would transfer your emotions and thoughts into your writings. I will always find the joy in reading everything you share to us. Seeing you when you are at your most comfortable and happiest state makes me beyond joyful because you deserve all of the good things in the world. You are so sweet and fun to be with, and I always get so excited every time I get your message / reply. You have such a chaotic and wonderful soul that I adore dearly much and I can never get enough of you and your Aries energy. Despite my anxiety, I do hope to interact with you more in the future when you are such a delight to be around with. I may look like a softie at times, but please keep this in mind that I will literally fight someone with my 5′0″ dumbass for you. We are the iconic duo like Eve and Atlas are together and anyone who would think otherwise can come to me and my fists alone, <3

🍓 @ebonhalo: Oceana, we haven’t interacted much just yet, but!? Hi!?!? You and Drakoris!?!? The instant winners of my heart and soul!?!? There’s not much content of Drakoris, but literally just by what you wrote about him in your blog and his document, truly, I find him so fascinating and I want to learn so much more about him and the universe he came from. I absolutely love that you had Drakoris as someone who was once an “ordinary” being before a huge consequence occurred and made him become so much more as than the universe itself. I just find that kind of character so interesting to see how would the drastic change affect the individual themself and those who would be associated with them. How it would shape them and what would they do with all of this new and different powers and influences. Please, PLEASE, you are always more than welcome to scream to me about Drakoris and the universe you have beautifully crafted so far anytime anywhere! Everything about your blog is magnificent and I can not fucking wait to see more from you. Plus, you have a pretty chill vibe that I can go down with easily, so! Know that I am so so SO looking forward to interact with you and Drakoris more! <3

🍓 @saveveryone: Besa, if you think I wouldn’t have much more to say after what I said in the tags of your promo, uh, you are! So! Wrong! Honestly, you deserve all of the love and appreciation and care, even when you feel that you do not. Believe it or not though, I will believe that you do deserve every good things in the whole wide universe for you. The way you wish to spread nothing but kindness and love and softness on everyone’s dash. The way you take no bullshit from any assholes and stay resilient, no matter what. The way you pour so much light into your beautiful May. You are incredible, friend. In every little ways you give, you give me the softest reminder that despite how terrible this world can be, how much so with Tumblr, you never stop shining. I want to take this chance to say thank you so much for giving the time and effort and energy to bless our dashes because, yes, indeed you are magnificent to have around and I truly can not imagine having you on my dash, or, really, anyone’s dash. To lose you would be like looting the brightest star in the universe. Just as anyone should be, I am beyond grateful to have find your blog in a community so massive. I adore the way you spill so much of yourself in your creations with your May. This love, this care, they make May so real and so beautiful. I always get excited seeing content about her on my dash. I want to learn about and and see more of her because my gosh, how you hold her with so much passion is amazing. Never ever stop shining, friend, no mater what. Despite anything, this light that you are willing to give to this dark world will always be taken with nothing but appreciation and gratitude. <3

#( I am but a soft and sleepy bean )#( and being soft and sleepy at the same time just brings a deeper but more distorted side of me )#( so I hope any of this makes sense )#( but hi everyone I love you all so so so much )#( truly the blessings to the world and my dearest heart <3 )#( happy happy strawberryday to all! )#tbt.#sinisteraugurey #theseancekid #sinnedfirst #saveveryone

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bielbraganca · 4 years

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Journals entry. feat GABRIEL’s CONNECTIONS.

“ All these places had their moments with lovers and friends, I still can recall. Some are dead, and some are living. In my life, I've loved them all. “

ooc disclaimer: I’ve been putting Gabriel’s connection together in order to later create a plot page in his blog, but, so far this is the best I will get because Tumblr erased all the work I did yesterday and I’m still pissed (this is the third time I’m writing this). Anyway, here are just a few points I would like to address.

If we have plotted and your name isn’t there, forgive me, I must have got to list it but smack me in the face and tell me to get my shit together.

If your character’s name is there and I haven’t got to write much about them is simply because I would love for us to get into more details first, but I still love them regardless.

Please, if we haven’t plotted, I’d love to get more rivals, someone who broke his heart or someone he broke their hearts (he is a hoe or used to be), more people to dislike him bc let’s be real, he is annoying. F1 lovers. He had one or two more serious relationships after and before marrying Olimpia, so there’s that. Anything, really, I’m down.

Anything the players want me to change on what I wrote for the connections, just shout me a message.

Barbara di Savoia de Bragança

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS.

HC 1: He is taller than she is and she has electrocuted him once (please click here).

HC 2: Barbie is his favorite person in the world even if he tries to deny it; his biggest fear is to one day disappoint her.

Okay, she is his favorite person and he is also Barbie’s number one fan but will never dare to say that out loud, ever. He loves to fight and annoy the life out of her just for his own amuse, but he is the only one allowed to do it so don’t even try to come for her or you won’t live to see the next day. No one admires and appreciates Barbara more than Gabriel does because ever since he was a child, he has put Barbie into a pedestal, mesmerized by her and everything she used to do/does and trying to be more like his big sister. He is very, VERY, protective of her and stands with Barbara no matter what, he will follow through whatever and won’t even hesitate.

@barbiebraganca

Ariel Celine di Savoia de Bragança

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS. ++ BONUS.

HC 1: Four minutes older and also taller.

HC 2: The last time he cried was when he saw Ariel getting out of the plan after the kidnap. From the minute he received the news it was like he was holding his breath, reaming calm and strong hoping that it could make her feel safe wherever she was. That’s why he crumbled when he saw Ari again, he was finally able to let go and breathe.

Ariel is, and will always be his better half. If you ask Gabriel, he will tell you that the only reason he was born first was to make sure the world was a safe place for his sister to come. If it was possible, he would take away any pain, sorrow or dissapoiment out of her life because he never wishes for her to see the ugly side of it. She is the light of his life and he would die and kill for her, that’s why you never, NEVER, dare to mess with Ariel or you might get to see a side of Gabriel that isn’t pretty. The worst period of his life and his first experience with a panic attack was when Ari was kidnaped. Spain is his now declared enemy and whatever opportunity he has to retaliation, you bet he is gonna take. It doesn’t matter how long it takes.

@aribraganca

Giovanni Ricci

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE AND SIX / + BONUS. DOUBLE BONUS.

HC 1: Undefeated together and could easily plot for world domination.

HC 2: Giovanni has seen the sides of Gabriel that maybe not even his sisters have, the lows and the highest; moments that weren’t all that pretty. (also, bros get more muse posts on this post/page because the bromance is beautiful.)

While Ariel may be his twin, light and better half, Giovanni and Gabriel are inseparable and come as a pack. Growing up with two sisters annoying the life out of him would have been unbearable if it wasn’t for Giovanni. To have someone to stand with you as brother through ever bad and good moment is something to chear and that’s why no matter what others tell, Gabriel has Giovanni’s back, he has earned that. These two are idiots, or not, it depends on how you see it but he is like a brother for Gabriel and he has the terrible habit of backing him on the crazy ideas and choosing to give him the benefit of doubt. It’s not about knowing if it is a bad idea or not, he may know that something won’t end well, but what happens in between is always a fun story they will have to tell and believe, these two have some good ones.

@giorxcci

Aiko Giorgina Yamato

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS. ++BONUS.

Aiko, Gabriel and Giovanni used to come as a pack, and now, Biel has to live with them wanting to kill each other and fighting 24/7 whenever he tries and suggests a gather with them. However, back on good old days, they were super close, while having the same age and growing up together, Aiko was not only his cousin but still remains one of his best friends. Just like his sisters, Gabriel can become very protective over Aiko because she means more than family to him and, just like Giovanni, she has probably seen on his not so glory days.

@aikogia

Olimpia Croÿ de Bragança

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS. ++ BONUS.

HC 1: Right around the last month or so of their relationship, right after Olimpia’s alcohol poisoning, Gabriel left her to believe she has cheated on her - but he didn’t it.

HC 2: Olimpia was (if not the only) one of the few serious relationships Biel had in the past.

HC 3: It may come as a surprise but he is incredibly sweet and romantic. He knows that once he finds the time and feels like this is more than an arranged marriage, he wants to ask her again, to marry him and have a small ceremony. One that is not for the show.

He messed up, big time when they were young and is too chicken to tell. They first met back in Swiss when both attend the same boarding school and, of course, she was one to catch his eyes but it took some work till they finally admit they wanted to be together. It was all great till it wasn’t, from ‘it couple’ to the guy who cheated (or at least how he wanted her to believe); both were young and had no idea of how things were going to be when they graduated and, once Olimpia had her alcohol poisoning, it freaked the shit out of him. Gabriel didn’t want to drag the girl he dares to say he loved to a path he knew wasn’t great. He was living his life at the edge of destructive behavior and he would push her away before he drags her right into it.

They broke up, of course, then went to live life and grew away from each other till his father had got Gabriel an arranged married with, to his surprise, Biel’s high school sweetheart. It was and it still is a little bit terrifying but, they are getting the chance to discover themselves and the new relationship they have. He is learning that those feelings he had back then, may have never vanished, she complements him and is good to him to have someone to pull him back sometimes while he wants to help her find her purpose in life, to stand for herself.

@olimpiacdb

Arielle Grimaldi de Valois of Monaco

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS.

Is not a secret F1 is Gabriel’s true love and the Monaco GP, one of his favorites from the entire circuit because everyone who is ‘someone’ was there at the GP weekend. He loves Monaco and has some investments going in the country from the enourmerous time he has spent there ever since. That’s when he became closer and got to meet Arielle, currently best friend and former friends with benefits. They hang out a lot back there and had a no strings atach living in the moment kind of arregement. Outside his family, she is one of the few people who knows him a lot more than he will admit and he cares for her and her family deeply.

@ariellevalois

Arabella Sandrine Von Habsburg

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS.

HC 1: When they met down at 5th Avenue even if both knew the other was royalty, they spent the entire night exploring the city pretending to be just two ordinary teenagers.

HC 2: Arabella was his date to the first Met Gala he walked down the carpet.

Gabriel has spent most part of the year after his graduation on HS and before joining the army, in NYC while caring the few royal appoiments that he had to; it was the year he was at his most exposed self and going a little bit out of hand in the party and wild side. It was when he met Arabella, but for once, they had remained just friends that were going out with the same circule of friends on that year in the city.

@arabellasxndrin

Leonardo Rafael de Bragança

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS.

( Jack x Chuck Bass -improvedversion- duo I love them dont @ me )

@leobraganca

Viggo Glücksburg

INTROSPECTION featuring. their relationship: ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR. / + BONUS.

( I will finish this later but Viggo is probably the best influence on Gabriel )

@viggc

Aisling Siobhán Uí Briúin Ai (one night stand/fling)

Louise de Saxe-Cobourg et Gotha (fancy fencing people)

Levente Croÿ (brother-in-law)

Yi ‘Sabrina’ Seonhye (travel buddies)

Olivier Van Oranje-Nassau (not friends)

Natasja Magnusdottir

Alina Soletskaya

Natalia Victoria de Marqui (oxford buddies)

Lara Josephine d’Ansembourg (harry potter nerds)

Lisette du Poitiers

Noori Hadiyya Nazaret (platonic crush)

#hshqtask023

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ningyotsu · 4 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 & 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄; 𝘔𝘶𝘯 & 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦 - 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘦.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒: canon / OC / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 ‘ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ’ ? — I DO MY BEST. IT’S NOT EASY. IT’S REALLY NOT EASY. THERE’S TOO MANY INCONSISTENCIES. NASU WHY.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄! 𝐀𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬. — I literally have no idea where to begin even describing Touko, because I’m just (waves hands around and flails them)!!! So to say, she’s one of the most powerful mages within the Nasuverse who literally can’t die even if she’s killed (sorry Shirou), has attained the highest ranking title in the Mages’ Association at a very young age (second youngest at 20, the record having been toppled by Kurogiri Satsuki), owns sports cars and a private jet/helicopter in her garage, can do literally anything and everything......if you can’t tell i really don’t know where to start she just popped out of absolutely nowhere and she has no chill whatsoever ;-;

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?). — Mostly, it’s the confusion form canon’s side; is she nigh powerful, or is she not? Has she reached the color Red, or is she Orange? (inconsistencies with Alba’s and Francesca’s statements: Alba said she achieved Red, Francesca said she achieved Orange) Is Azaka more powerful than her, or has she achieved the Third Magic and is secretly the Third Magician? Material suggests that she’s not, but there are other works that show numerous people fearing the mere mention of her name, showcasing her boundless genius (revolutionizing modern Runecraft, reaching the pinnacle of magic, toppling the Rail Zeppelin, etc.)....Personality-wise, she’s not the best; I still can’t wrap my head around her personality switches with her glasses (on, and she’s the nicest person in the world, off and she’s meaner than Mean Girls), and even in the movies, it really doesn’t show much difference because she had her off-glasses personality on.....when she was wearing her glasses in the first place.

She also doesn’t know the meaning of moderation and she’s an overall jerk; just from a nickname, she killed someone at least 30 times before her younger sister had to intervene, killed a batchmate for the same reason, killed her younger sister’s friend as innocent battle collateral....oh, I could go on and on......but overall, she’s very, very inconsistent; unnecessarily extra. She’s like Rin but worse. It’s a headache keeping up with her.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄? — my first thought was bc she’s hot - JKJKJK

Seriously speaking, Touko’s very concept struck out to me as the most interesting among most media that deals with magic and special abilities (e.g. the mahou shoujo genre, Fate, etc.); Honda Takako (Touko’s seiyuu from the KnK movies) was known and said to ‘keep an otherwise extraordinary character grounded’, and I can’t agree more. Touko’s an incredibly overpowered individual who could very well be the most special snowflake in any media like the rest of the lot, but she portrays herself as the most modern lady around - she has an office job, dresses in button-up shirts and slacks, talks about every-day life and her past in a way that ordinary people can relate to (’rocket/push-up pencils’) and so on. The sense of normalcy to the point where she seems to be the most normal person (asides from Mikiya) around in comparison to her employees (not even Azaka can be seen as remotely normal) show that there’s a lot more to life than just being endowed with extraordinary things, because there’s a beauty in being simply ordinary.

come El-Melloi II and she’s not that normal no more my god woman make up your mind

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆? — i actually have boundless inspiration for her; she’s just that flexible to write omg....one time she can be serious and philosophical and another i can have her meme around as if she’s perpetually immature

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / IDK

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 — I would very much like constructive criticism about Touko, simply because it’s such a headache deciding who on earth she actually is ;;; but so far, I’ve never gotten anything of the sort!

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑? — PLS ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT HER PLS MAKE ME WONDER AND THINK ABOUT THIS MESS OF A WOMAN

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐘? — Mm! It’d be appreciated if the reason comes along with it automatically though; something like ‘oh, I disagree because (insert reason here)’ would be pretty good!

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ? — It’s okay, because to each to their own portrayal!

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ? — IC, it’s okay. OOC, it’s also okay, but please, don’t make it a groundless reason to send anon hate or anything like that ;;; Technically, even if anon hate is sent, I’d most likely just ignore it pff

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒 ? — Perfectly okay with it, although I’ve never been corrected on my grammar before....English is my first language, so I hope to not flop on it unless I’m drunk or sleepy.....

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐍 ? — i’m potete.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵!

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