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borathae · 8 months

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“Because of his curse, Jungkook’s past was filled with loneliness. Unable to touch a human without being overtaken by the urge to kill them, he believed his fate to be a touch-deprived one. It changed however when he met Yoongi, bearer of the same curse and loving mentor, who taught him that intimacy was possible for someone like them. Now it’s been years and Jungkook’s life is filled with love, tenderness and the warmth of soft touches. All that is missing is your taste on his tongue. Jungkook wants to change that and asks Yoongi for an especially sweet lesson. You just so happen to find yourself between them. Not only as their most loved princess, but also as their very eager practice helper.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU, Polyamory!AU

Warnings: domestic sweetness, sub!Jungkook, soft Dom!Yoongi, switch!Reader, threesome, Shibari with magical ropes, praise, they give Koo a cockring with the ropes, handjob (Koo receiving), oral (f.receiving), she rests between Yoongi’s legs while Koo kneels and eats her out, Koo calls them Mommy & Daddy, i couldn’t resist afjsdjf, he calls them Mistress & Master beforehand, Yoongi calls them babyboy/girl & good girl/boy, loving dirty talk, finger sucking, lots of drool, pussy fingering, Yoongi has his hand around her throat without choking her, gentle biting (by Yoongi), he plays with her nipples, hair pulling (oc giving & boys receiving), orgasm control & edging (f.receiving), Koo cries because he is happy, she cries cause she’s needy, squirting, a hint of golden showers :’), Jungkook slurps it up cause he is greedy, Yoongi cums in his pants & Kook cums on the sheets fjadsf, some post sex crying, loving & protective aftercare, post sex cuddles!!, I love them!!, Yoongi is truly the best Dom ever :(

Wordcount: 9.3k

a/n: I had this idea because I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of Jungkook wanting to try out oral once he’s a little bit better in controlling his urges and OC & Yoongi being totally down for it. I wasn’t ready for Yoongi though fjadjfa help 🥴🖤

“No but trust me, it’s gonna be great”, Yoongi says in a cute laugh, pressing play on the record player.

Slow R&B starts playing. He turns, stretching his arms from himself. He is wearing nothing more than tight boxer briefs and a flowy button up. His hair is unstyled as well, but falls beautifully without trying. You share his state, wearing one of his briefs because they are terribly comfortable.

“And? It’s great, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s good”, you tell him.

“Come on, it’s better than good. It’s great”, Yoongi says and moves back to you in little dance steps. He moves his hips as he does, giving you an open mouthed smile.

You giggle, stepping off bed when Yoongi stretches his hands to you.

He twirls you and catches you in a way so that your back is pressed against his chest and your arms are crossed in front of your chest, hands being held by him. He hums the melody, moving your bodies to the beat and nuzzling into your neck to kiss it gently.

He makes you feel so good that you can’t stop giggling.

“See? You’re into it now, aren’t you?” he rasps.

“You know I am”, you sigh, tilting your head to the side, “I love that.”

“Mhm, love it too”, Yoongi says, kissing your cheek. He lifts his gaze, locking eyes with Jungkook. He twirls you and him so he gets closer to Kook. Once he is, he leans in and kisses Jungkook on his lips. Just once.

“And you? Still think it’s a stupid idea?”

“I never said that. I just said that I didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff.”

“What? Listening to music whilst spending time with my two favourite people?” Yoongi ruffles Jungkook’s long hair, “think again”, he says and then draws closer to you.

He hugs you tighter, taking bigger steps to draw circles with you on the impromptu dance floor.

You squeal and giggle, trying your hardest to keep up. Yoongi gazes at you with his eyes barely open. He is smiling so much that he is squinting. Every now and then, you get a very passionately sung passage of song from him, followed by a soft kiss or tender snuggle.

Jungkook watches the two of you with happy giggles in his chest. He is bouncing on the bed, swinging his legs back and forth as he sports the biggest and brightest smile in humankind. He is sharing your state of clothing. Tight briefs and a shirt. No button up, but a soft cotton shirt with its sleeves ending just a little above his elbows. It’s been summer for a while and the days are hot. So you and your perfect lovers spend your hours wearing as little clothing as possible, always making sure that the fibers were natural and light.

It was the hours of the last sun right now. One more hour and she will have set for the day. Jungkook’s wing was located at the north end of the castle which meant his rooms were already a lot dimmer than, say, Jimin’s rooms. But you didn’t really mind. Jungkook has already turned on his galaxy lamp, which will illuminate the room once the sun has truly said good night.

Jungkook finished renovations on his wing in spring. It was a beautiful home. The rooms were spacious with high ceilings and big windows and Jungkook filled them with a mixture of modern and old furniture. He even asked you to propagate a few plants for him, which you very happily did. Up until now, he hadn’t killed any of them yet and he even purchased grow lights for the ones who needed a bit more light.

Jungkook chose to make the smallest of his rooms his bedroom. Now bear in mind, small was still relatively big when one dares to compare it to the bedroom of common apartments, but it was still the smallest room in his wing (except his bathroom and toilet of course). Jungkook explained the reasoning behind his choice that he would rather have his own cozy living room and a big home studio and turn his bedroom into a cozy little escape. He truly managed to do so and you just so happen to spend time in it today.

The song changes. Yoongi stops dancing, hugging you against him with his lips glued to your neck.

“Mhm love”, you sigh.

“You’re amazing", he whispers and kisses you one last time before he breaks away to strut to the bed, “but tell me that I’m right. The music’s setting the scene.”

“Of course it is. I feel properly charmed”, you say and giggle, chasing Yoongi to hug him from behind.

He stumbles and laughs, holding your hands instantly.

“You’re the cutest, my love”, you tell him.

“No, you are”, he says, lifting you onto his back piggyback style.

“Yoongi no”, you squeak.

“Mine”, he teases and with an expert twirl, manages to place you atop the bed. Right next to Jungkook. You laugh loudly as you get set down, wiggling happily once you are on the sheets.

Jungkook turns to you, placing his arm over your waist and leaning down for a kiss. One you accept gladly and one which feels oh so impossible to continue when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s lips dance up your inner thighs mere seconds later.

In the end, you have to break the kiss just to gasp and arch your back. Yoongi is bunching up the legs of your boxers, exposing more and more of your sensitive skin to his eager lips.

“Yoongi…” you sigh.

Jungkook turns, looking at Yoongi with his tummy fluttering in excitement. The Creator has his eyes closed in bliss, allowing his strong hands to run over your skin with utmost care. He looks so content with his current position. Jungkook feels heat gather between his legs at the view.

“Shouldn’t that be me?” he asks in a teasing manner.

Yoongi lust-darkened eyes open and flit to Jungkook. He lifts his head even if you whine in disappointment.

“Yeah it should be”, Yoongi says, running his big hands up and down your thighs as he speaks, “I’m ready whenever you two are.”

“I’m so ready”, Jungkook says.

“Me too”, you say.

“That’s good to hear. Kookie, take off your clothes. Princess, do you wanna help me with the ropes?”

“Yes, Master.” “Of course.”

You and Jungkook say at the same time and seconds later, you each are off to do your own things. Jungkook undresses while you and Yoongi discuss the ropes you will use on his body.

You all agreed to it. Tonight will be the night Jungkook finally eats you out. Yoongi assured you that it was perfectly safe and then the planning began. Jungkook knew that he needed ropes to feel safe, so Yoongi promised him to do Shibari with him and tie his arms behind his back. You knew that you wanted to help, so Yoongi told you that you could. And Yoongi is just here for the good time. He fucking loves spending time with you and Jungkook.

“Done”, Jungkook says.

You and Yoongi turn to him.

The good boy is kneeling on the floor with perfect posture. His hands are on his thighs with their palms facing up, his back is perfectly straight and his head is held high. He looks at you without ever breaking eye contact, breathing heavily because this is terribly exciting to him.

“Look at you”, you say, “you really know what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress”, Jungkook says, eyes lighting up in pride.

“You’re such a good boy for us”, Yoongi praises.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs together and straightens up even more.

“Thank you, Master”, he gets out, having to fight for air afterwards.

You and Yoongi close the distance between you and Jungkook. While you reach for his cheek to caress it, Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes instantly, parting his lips in a soft, audible sigh. He feels the tingles all the way down to his toes.

“Isn’t he the prettiest?” you ask Yoongi.

“Yeah, he is”, Yoongi agrees.

Jungkook giggles, having to squirm away from you because he felt way too shy under your praise. Cute.

“Do you wanna stand up for us now, mhm?”

“Yes, Master”, Jungkook says and with Yoongi’s help, gets to his feet.

You and Yoongi study his naked form. Sculpted muscles he obtained from hard and consistent training, smooth and shaved skin and cock just hard enough that it is starting to rise. He is beautiful indeed.

“You’re so handsome, Kookie”, Yoongi says.

“You really are”, you say, rounding him so you can trace his back. His butt looks so good. You dare to steal a touch, while Jungkook gasps and then exhales shakily, tensing his muscles for you, “you’ve got the cutest butt, sweetie.”

“Thank you”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles.

Yoongi steps closer to him while you continue to feel up his body. Jungkook wants to close his eyes because of it, but doesn’t as Yoongi looks at him. He cups his cheek, running his thumb over his skin.

“I’m gonna monitor your thoughts throughout the session, so can you take off your ring?” he asks.

“Of course. Do you think I’m dangerous?” Jungkook asks, slipping off his magic ring.

“No, but I just want to make sure. It’s for you too, so you feel assured that I know if I have to step in, yeah?” Yoongi explains, accepting the ring to slip it into his shirt’s front pocket.

“Yes, thank you for looking out for me. I feel a lot more at ease when I know you will catch me slipping.”

“Mhm, although I don’t think you will. You’re ready."

“I feel ready.”

“You are”, Yoongi gives Jungkook’s cheek a soft pinch and then he steps back, undoing the knot of the ropes, “let’s start with tying. Yeah?”

“Yes, just tell me what to do.”

“Relax, we’ll take care of you", Yoongi says and looks at you, “may I give you the end?”

“Of course”, you say, snaking your arms around Jungkook just to snatch the ends. Jungkook leans into you instinctively, holding his breath. He is so, so excited. He loves being Yoongi’s rope bunny and to know that you are also with them this session excites him even more.

“Now let’s start”, you say, “my love, can you come look if I’m doing it right?”

“Sure.”

“I bet you’re doing really well”, Jungkook says, earning himself a little touch to his waist.

“Cutie.”

Yoongi teaches you a new pattern today, explaining the correct ways of tying and the places of pressure you need to look out for in order not to cause pain. You go slow, touching the spots you needed to place the rope over and feeling up his body whenever you get the chance. You mess up a few times, but don’t feel embarrassed about it as Yoongi praises you and Jungkook tells you that he is having the time of his life.

And he has. Being touched and explored and taken care of by his two favourite people feels like paradise to him. Having the rope slowly constrain more and more of his movements whilst at the same time giving him a sensation of comfort felt like a beautiful hug to him. Listening to you and Yoongi talk relaxed him as well.

“There we go, you got it”, Yoongi praises, “now go under this loop and tighten it on this part.”

“Okay, okay”, you say, tickling Jungkook’s skin as you guide the rope.

“That part feels so good”, Jungkook sighs, wiggling his arms a little.

“Stay calm, sweetheart”, Yoongi tells him, caressing his waist.

“Sorry, Master I feel so good”, Jungkook apologises, blushing like crazy.

“That’s okay, just try to keep your arms still yeah?”

“Yes Master, I will try.”

“I promise I’m almost finished, baby”, you assure him.

“Yes okay, take your time Mistress”, Jungkook says and lowers his eyes in comfort, “I feel so good”, he whispers.

“Us too, baby”, you say and finish the knot, “look Boongie, I did it.”

“Perfect my love, now guide the ropes to the front, we’ll need the ends for the hip pieces later”, Yoongi tells you.

“Okay, okay”, you follow, dropping the ropes once they tangle in the front. You hug Jungkook’s waist, kissing his arm, “how are you feeling?”

“Amazing”, Jungkook says and tilts his head back, “I’m so safe.”

“You are”, Yoongi says.

“You really are, our sweet baby”, you add and the round him, joining Yoongi’s side.

Jungkook’s arms are both tied up in the back, held up by an intricate pattern of rope and knots. The pattern is simple in the front, as most of the art was done along his arms. It looked beautiful on his body.

“You are seriously made for Shibari”, you say, “I can’t believe how pretty you are.”

“You’re seriously so pretty”, Yoongi says.

“Guys stop”, Jungkook complains and giggles, swaying his shoulders from side to side.

“Why?”

“Because it’s making me shy”, he pouts, “I don’t like that.”

You smile, “you’re so cute.”

“Mhm. Now about the wish you had”, Yoongi says, “do you still wanna do it?”

“Yes, I want to do it”, Jungkook says, looking at you, “do you think that you can enchant the ropes?”

“I think I can. I studied the spell a lot”, you say, “are you really okay with me trying out the spell on you? You’d be the first person I’d do it on.”

“Yes, I’m okay with it. I trust you.”

“Okay, so”, you turn to Yoongi, “I just have to touch the ropes and think the words, yeah? Like I practiced?”

“Yes, you should feel heat in your fingertips and Kook, you should feel tingles as if electricity was coursing through you. Anything other than that and you are stopping us.”

“I understand.”

“Okay then, here goes nothing”, you murmur and begin the spell. Yoongi rubs your back as you work while Jungkook sighs in bliss and gazes at you with sparkling eyes. Yoongi was right. His skin tingles electrically wherever the rope touches. He really likes the sensation.

“I think I’m done”, you say. The electricity stops. Jungkook is a little sad that it did. It felt so good.

Yoongi wraps his fingers around the rope and tugs. Jungkook falls into him with a squeak, getting caught by Yoongi.

“Careful”, he laughs, rubbing his back.

“Sorry, I wasn’t ready”, Jungkook says, using the opportunity to nuzzle his nose into Yoongi’s neck, “you tugged so hard, Master”, he whines.

“I know, I’m sorry baby”, Yoongi says, patting Jungkook’s butt, “but the good news is, the spell worked. Good job, princess. That was amazing, I’m so proud of you.”

“That was nothing really”, you say and snicker, “I feel so cool right now.”

“You are so cool”, Yoongi says and smiles fondly, “com’ere.”

You snuggle into his side, resting your head against his shoulder as he closes his arm around you.

“My two babies”, he says, “mhm? You’re my babies, aren’t you?”

“Yes, we are”, you say while Jungkook merely whimpers and continues to suckle on Yoongi’s neck. No teeth are involved. It is merely a simple and tender sucking motion. It soothes Jungkook greatly, whilst leaving Yoongi with a comfortable tingle down his back.

“Do you like that, mhm?” he asks in a whisper.

Jungkook purrs, nodding his head. He slips his lips from his neck, but stays close enough that they brush against his skin as he talks, “you taste so good, Master. I like doing that.”

“You’re cute”, Yoongi says and drags Jungkook away with a gentle tug to his hair, “I need you to stand still for a little while longer, yeah? I know you want to suck, but be patient. You wanted us to tie up your cock as well and we need to do that still.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, I’m so greedy.”

“It’s okay, Kookie. Now let us take care of you, yeah?”

“Yes, Master”, Jungkook gets out and moans softly, tilting his head back, “oh god”, he whispers under his breath.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so excited.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, Yoongi smiles and looks at you, “princess, look I’ll show you the pattern.”

“Yes, okay”, you say, watching him work with a tingling stomach.

“First you start off by connecting the new rope with the old. You do it like this.”

“I see, that's easy. What then?”

“Then we need to guide the rope around his thigh. Kookie, part your legs for us.”

Jungkook follows happily, tingling like crazy when Yoongi guides the soft rope over his skin. He wraps it around the uppermost part of his thigh. Along the path a pair of panties would take. Afterwards he lets you guide the rope along his back and down around the other thigh.

“And now to the fun part. Are you ready for it, Kookie?”

“I can’t wait”, Jungkook gets out, wheezing in excitement.

Jungkook has the most reactive cock ever. Yoongi merely has to come close to it and it practically twitching into his hand in hopes of being touched.

“Needy”, Yoongi teases, sending Jungkook a playful look.

“I know”, he whispers, “I’m so needy and, and…needy.”

Yoongi chuckles, “you’re cute”, he says and cups Jungkook’s balls.

“Yoongi”, the latter moans instantly, feeling his knees buckle.

Yoongi massages his balls gently, making sure to dig his thumb into the parts which give Jungkook just the smallest bolts of pain. He likes stuff like that, leaking like crazy because of it.

“See that?” Yoongi speaks calmly, “see how he’s starting to leak?”

“I do, yeah”, you rasp.

“Feel it.”

You close your fingers around Jungkook’s cock.

“___”, Jungkook moans, stumbling to catch his balance, “oh god, please”, and here he goes, begging for you. It’s what he is best at. Begging, pleading and acting like a needy boy.

You run your hand up and down his throbbing cock, paying special attention to his tip. It’s so wet and hot.

“That’s it, feel him up. I need you to remember how he should be before you start the knot”, Yoongi praises and guides the rope around the base of Jungkook’s cock.

“Please”, Jungkook begs, but you ignore him.

“Keep this part snug, but make sure that it doesn’t pinch and keep touching his tip. We need him to be wet for the next part.”

“Do we really? What does it do?”

Yoongi gives you a dark smirk, “just keeping it more interesting.”

“I see, fuck that’s so hot”, you say, massaging Jungkook’s leaking tip with just enough pressure that soft squelching sounds fill the air.

“This is gonna make me cum”, Jungkook chokes out, whimpering loudly afterwards, “oh god, please.”

You ignore him, watching with a dripping pussy as Yoongi guides the rope around the base of Jungkook’s balls.

“That’s where you can start applying pressure. Once it’s around his balls, you have to guide the rope along them so they are parted. Like this.”

“Woah that looks like it hurts.”

You and Yoongi sneak a glance at Jungkook. He doesn’t even realise that you do, moaning with parted lips and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Trust me, it doesn’t”, Yoongi says and smirks, “now wrap it around one more time and tighten it.”

Yoongi tightens it with a pull. Jungkook gasps and tries to close his legs, making Yoongi look up at him.

“Too tight?”

“No. No just…my cock is so hard”, Jungkook gets out and moans softly, “oh god the pressure on my balls is so intense.”

“I know, you’re such a pretty boy, taking it so well”, Yoongi praises and closes the knot, “the rope will help you concentrate.”

“Thank you, Master. You’re taking such great care of me.”

“Don’t just thank me”, Yoongi says and seconds later, Jungkook feels your thumb massage his leaking slit.

“Mistress”, Jungkook sighs, falling into you. His lips are on your neck instantly, suckling on your skin, “Mistress, thank you”, he croaks between his sucks, “you feel so good, Mistress.”

“Mhhm”, you purr, caressing his nape while your fingers work his tied up cock, “call me Mommy tonight.”

Yoongi stills, looking at you with honest surprise. He gawks and blinks, gawks and blinks. You give him a cocky raise of your right eyebrow, one that flusters him so greatly that he ends up looking down with his cheeks heating up. His hand comes up to rub the side of his neck immediately.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is melting into a puddle of utter submission. He writhes and presses into you, tensing his tummy so much his cock twitches in your hand.

“Yes Mommy”, he gets out and giggles, “I love that name, Mommy.”

“You’re such a good boy, my baby”, you praise him, kissing his cheek, “now.”

You slip your hand away.

“Noo, Mommy don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, “please.”

“I’d love to baby, but I need to undress.”

“Okay”, Jungkook sniffles, “oh god I’m so horny, Mommy.”

“Me too, babyboy.”

And with that you step back, running your eyes up and down Jungkook’s tied up body while your fingers slip to your shirt. You manage to open one button when Yoongi steps in.

“Wait. Let me”, he offers, hovering his hands above yours. You smile, lowering your arms.

“I won’t stop you, love.”

Yoongi touches your shirt instantly, unbuttoning it carefully and staring deep into your eyes.

“Since when are you into this?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Being called Mommy.”

“Mhm don’t know. I think it’s hot in the bedroom.”

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi agrees and kisses your newly exposed shoulder, “I wanna eat you whole, fuck you’re so perfect.”

You giggle, “what do I hear in your voice, mhm?” you tease.

“Whatever you think you’re hearing, you’re right”, Yoongi says and kisses your neck, opening the last of your buttons. He slips his hand under the shirt and takes it off.

“Mhm, Yoongi love”, you purr, tilting your head back as he explores your vulnerable throat and presses your body into his’, “you tempt me.”

“I know”, he whispers, “that’s the plan.”

He slips off your panties, letting them drop to the ground. One second later and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling around to get you on bed and under him.

“Yoongi”, you laugh in a squeak, feeling dizzy from being handled so quickly.

“My princess”, he sighs, kissing your neck as his right hand holds your thigh and tugs it snug against his waist. Like this, he can roll his hips into you, grinding his clothed cock against your naked pussy. He is as hard as you are wet.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, “Yoongi, this feels so good.”

“It does. You do”, he guides his pouty lips to your ear, “all I wanna do is fuck you till you can’t walk, but I know I shouldn’t. Fuck princess, it takes everything inside me not to take you right here and now.”

“Don’t talk like this, you know what this does to me”, you whine and arch your back.

Yoongi chuckles, pecking your cheek, “wait here, my love.”

And with that he breaks away, climbing off the bed to get to Jungkook.

“Now you”, Yoongi places his hands on Jungkook’s hips, “I’ll help you.”

And with that, he lifts Jungkook onto the bed, making him kneel in front of you.

“There we go”, Yoongi says, “now you’re looking pretty. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes”, Jungkook whispers.

“Good. How’s the pressure on your balls. The new position adds something, doesn’t it?”

“It feels so good”, Jungkook mewls and leaks a little.

“Mhm, I see. God look at you, you’re so wet”, he says, running his fingertips through the sticky mess.

Jungkook moans, chasing Yoongi with parted lips and his eyes glued to his mouth.

“Daddy…”

“Huh?"

“I-”, Jungkook gulps, “sorry. I just, just. Oh god. I’m sorry it, it was because of, of ___ and her wish and then I, I thought about what Hobi said that, that you guys can be my Mommy and D-Daddy, oh god I’m so sor-”

Jungkook doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Yoongi kisses him deeply. So deep in fact that once their kiss breaks, Jungkook has to whimper and Yoongi is out of breath.

“Fucking say it again, I dare you”, Yoongi rasps.

“Daddy?” Jungkook whispers.

“Fuck”, Yoongi moans deeply, twisting a big bundle of Jungkook’s hair just to tilt his head back and run his tongue over his throat.

Jungkook moans squeakily, gasping for air.

“I’m gonna treat you so right, babyboy”, Yoongi rasps, “you fucking drive me insane.”

“Oh god, Daddy”, Jungkook moans, “that feels so good.”

“Mhhm it does. You do”, Yoongi can’t stop his wandering hands from feeling and squeezing Jungkook’s body.

He even does it so aggressively that Jungkook looses balance and falls. Kind of. Yoongi catches him before he can, pulling him back to his knees.

Yoongi’s eager fumbling stops, he stares and blinks. Jungkook stares and pants.

“Sorry, I was rough.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi”, Jungkook says and blushes, “no. Daddy”, he adds and giggles, lowering his eyes shyly.

“You’re so cute, fuck”, Yoongi presses out and kisses his cheek, “now wanna make our princess feel good?”

“Yes, oh god”, Jungkook almost yells the words from how excited he was.

“Eager”, Yoongi teases and chuckles. He ruffles Jungkook’s hair before crawling back to you.

You are panting like crazy, staring at them with glassy eyes. You forgot to blink, doing so once Yoongi cups your cheek.

“Hey there”, he says softly.

“Hey”, you get out.

“Ready for the next step?”

“Yes”, you nod your head enthusiastically, “I’m so ready.”

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi says, rounding you, “sit up.”

You follow. Yoongi claims the emptiness behind you, placing his arm around your waist. He presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Lean into me, my love”, he breathes, ending it with a soft nibble to your lobe.

You fall with your eyes closing, finding refuge against his strong chest. You feel so incredibly safe like this.

“That’s it, relax. I’ve got you, my princess”, he whispers and places his legs over yours so he can nudge you open, “can you spread yourself for us, mhm?”

You nod your head and follow, moaning softly when he rewards you by kissing your neck.

“That’s it. Mhhm, I can smell you like this. Sweet like heaven”, he purrs and moans raspily, “that’s gotta be the best scent ever.”

His words make you writhe and whimper. All you want is his touch, “please...” you whisper, knowing that you won’t get it soon. He is in a teasing mood.

“I can smell you too, Mommy”, Jungkook throws in, shimmying closer on his knees, “I’m dizzy because of you.”

“She’s heaven, isn’t she?“

“Yeah, heaven”, Jungkook agrees, gawking at your exposed pussy. You are so wet and puffy already. Jungkook drools so much that it drips out the corners of his mouth, “so pretty”, he murmurs even if talking is hard.

“Ever ate out a woman before, Kook?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, my human girlfriend”, Jungkook says and gulps, “it’s been too long.”

“Mhm don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna teach you”, he says and slides his hand down to your pussy, “look at what I’m doing with my fingers.”

Jungkook watches hungrily, drooling all over the sheets with his lips parted.

“Can I start touching you, love?” Yoongi asks, hovering his fingers over your pussy. All he needs is your consent. He aches for a touch as much as you.

“Please don’t ask anymore, I want you so bad”, you get out and mewl.

“Mhm so sweet”, he purrs and connects his fingers with your pussy. He drags them through your folds, picking up your pleasure just to spread it on your clit in slow circles.

The sensation makes your toes curl and for your hands to twist the sheets. You moan, pressing back into him. Like this, you can feel his hard cock poke your lower back. He purrs deeply because of it, rewarding you with a slow massage on your sensitive clit.

“Fuck. Yoongi”, you moan breathily, feeling charged in electric pleasure. His touch is so soft and gentle and yet it is already too much. You don’t want him to ever stop.

“See that?” Yoongi says, “keep it focused on her clit and she’ll make the sweetest sounds”, he explains and makes you moan with an expert touch, “hear that? That’s what I’m talking about. Good girl, you’re doing such a good job taking me like that”, he says and cuddles closer to kiss your heated cheek. Truly, your skin is so hot to the touch. And it’s solely Yoongi’s fault. You moan, sliding your hand to his thigh instead. You squeeze him and Yoongi rewards you with more pressure on your clit, forcing you to moan once again.

“Hear that, babyboy?”

“Yes Daddy, I hear it. It’s so good”, Jungkook lulls, “oh god, I wanna taste. Mommy, your pussy looks so yummy.”

“Beg nicely and I’ll let you taste”, Yoongi orders.

“Please can I taste her, Daddy?”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi hums and slides his fingers from your clit to instead tease your leaking entrance. The touch is just as good as the other was. You squeeze his thigh and moan softly, leaking all over his fingers, “that’s it, princess. You’re such a good girl getting so wet for us.”

“Yoongi”, you mewl and to your utter dismay, he slips his fingers away, “no wait, more.”

“Patience, love. We gotta feed our babyboy, yeah?”

You mewl, opening your eyes slowly to Jungkook’s submissive state. He is panting and drooling, looking at your pussy with hazy eyes and parted lips. Fuck. Yoongi touched you so good that you almost forgot about what the actual plan for today was and now you are almost bursting in excitement.

“Open your mouth, Kookie”, Yoongi orders, wiggling his wet fingers slowly.

Jungkook obeys, spilling his drool everywhere. Yoongi doesn’t mind, lifting his coated fingers to drag them over Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook moans loudly and swallows them whole immediately, sucking harshly with his head bobbing up and down on Yoongi’s digits and his cock leaking precum like crazy. He whimpers and moans, spilling tears because of how good it tastes.

“There we go. Get used to the taste. Doesn’t Mommy taste heavenly, babyboy?”

Jungkook mewls a yes, swirling his tongue over Yoongi's long fingers. He needs every single droplet of your sweetness coating his tongue. You taste so good. Jungkook has never tasted something as addicting and saccharine before. Not even blood leaves him feeling that dizzy. No wonder that Yoongi can’t seem to get enough of eating you out.

He always understood the Creator, but now he truly gets him. You are the best and most amazing addictive taste.

“That’s it”, Yoongi says, slipping his fingers free even if that means Jungkook’s drool spills everywhere in thick strings.

Jungkook snatches for Yoongi’s fingers, “please”, he begs, spilling tears.

“Patience”, Yoongi says, connecting his slick covered fingers with your pussy. The touch is so warm that you tense up and shudder, arching your back even if that squishes Yoongi’s cock.

The latter seems to like it, giving you a little moan into the crook of your neck before he kisses it. “one more time”, he is talking to you, “can I slip my fingers inside to coat them for our Kookie, mhm?”

“Please”, you beg, opening your legs further.

“That’s my princess, take a deep breath I’m slipping inside”, he talks sweetly and lets two of his wet, long fingers disappear inside your pussy. He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

“Yoongi”, you gasp and press out a shaky moan. Honestly, it borders a sob. His touch feels too good. You can barely handle it.

Jungkook in the meantime, searches for your taste. He lowers his head, gawking at your stuffed pussy with blown out pupils and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. He is panting like a dog that way, feeling barely human in desperation.

He is so close to your cunt that he can watch how Yoongi’s thick fingers make your puffy lips move around them. Your slick sticks to his skin and hair, filling Jungkook’s (and Yoongi’s) nose with a mindnumbing sweetness. You are so turned on that sloppy, wet sounds join the music. Jungkook’s ears pick them up and send the pleasure straight to his leaking cock. He is glad for the ropes around it. Without it, he would have already climaxed from all the sensations.

“Daddy”, Jungkook moans.

“Yes, babyboy?”

“Daddy, Mommy’s pussy is so pretty”, he gets out and whimpers, “can I taste, please?”

“Open up.”

Jungkook obeys. Yoongi slips out of your pussy quickly to make sure that he is thoroughly coated. Then, without warning, he shoves his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth in their entirety, forcing him to gag in surprise. Only once because then your taste fills Jungkook’s veins and he becomes needy in hunger and he begins moving around Yoongi’s fingers quickly.

He sucks and slurps and moans like a hungry little animal, switching between closing his eyes and looking at your pussy. He ends up closing his eyes more than he gazes however, the view of your perfect, wet cunt was too much to handle.

And while Jungkook cleans Yoongi’s wet fingers, Yoongi travels his unoccupied hand up your body until he can rest it around your throat. He tilts your head to the side this way, making space for his lips on your neck.

“I know you’re desperate”, he whispers, “I know you wanna cum, but let me take care of it, yeah?”

“Yoongi, I’m so-”, you whimper, arching your back.

“I know, my princess, I know. But you can trust me, I’ll make sure you feel so, so good. Just trust me, my love”, he whispers and kisses your neck where it is most sensitive, ending it with a gentle bite. One which doesn’t pierce or hurt, but one which sends bolts of pleasure to your warmth, “can you do that for me? Can you trust me that I’ll take care of your orgasm, mhm?”

“Yes, Yoongi”, you whimper, wetting the sheets with new layers of your pleasure.

“Thank you so much, my love. You’re making me so, so happy”, Yoongi coos and rewards you with another soft bite. He ends it with a flick of his tongue and a little kiss, moving on to massage your nipples as he cradles your breast in his big, warm hand.

And you fall back into moaning and feeling too charged in pleasure, wishing for this to never end.

Yoongi switches his eyes to Jungkook, resting his chin on your shoulder for comfort. His fingers are cleaned again. He slips them free even if Jungkook sobs in denial.

“You did such a good job cleaning them”, Yoongi says, “now tell me the capital of France.” This is a concentration game. If Jungkook was still in control he will answer easily, if he is on the brink of losing control he won’t.

“Paris”, Jungkook chokes out, trembling in desperation, “please more. Please can I eat your pussy, Mommy?”

“Very good. One last question and then I’ll allow you”, Yoongi says, “tell me what’s thirty divided by five?”

“I uh, fuck”, Jungkook gulps, “I’m, I’m bad at maths. Six!” he looks up at Yoongi with big puppy eyes, “it’s six. Please I knew it! Please let me have her.”

“Good job”, Yoongi smiles proudly, “now look at my hand.”

Jungkook obeys, gawking with bated breath.

“Can I let Jungkook eat your pussy now?” he makes sure.

“Yes please”, you beg, leaking in anticipation.

“Such a good girl, mhm princess”, he praises and places two of his fingers on your pussy. He spreads your folds gently, revealing your clit to Jungkook’s eyes, “stick your tongue out and flick it over her clit.”

Jungkook obeys. He does it once and then everything escalates. You moan loudly and tremble like crazy while Jungkook growls and fucks the mattress. Yoongi laughs at the view, hugging you close whilst placing his other hand on Jungkook’s forehead to keep him at a distance for now.

“Calm down you two, calm down”, he speaks gently, “I can’t have you acting like such needy animals, yeah?”

“But…please”, you beg, bucking your hips up and almost smothering Jungkook with your heat. Almost. Oh how heartbreaking it is that it was only almost. You need to feel his tongue so fucking bad.

“Please Daddy, I’ll behave. I, I promise please. Please”, Jungkook pleads, spilling tears from his ruby eyes, “I can’t take it anymore, please I wanna have her pussy”, he croaks and sobs.

“So eager”, Yoongi teases and chuckles, “you’re so cute. The both of you.”

He dances his hand back to your pussy and parts your folds again. You tense up in anticipation, holding your breath. Jungkook squeaks and moves closer, but still waits for Yoongi’s command.

“Go ahead, do it again.”

Jungkook moans and connects his mouth with your pussy in such hunger that for a moment he has Yoongi’s fingers under his tongue as well. Yoongi merely smiles and lets it happen, hugging your trembling body against him as you let out a desperate moan.

“That’s it, such a good boy”, he praises Jungkook and then kisses your neck, “try to breathe my love. I know he’s being really sloppy right now, but I need you to keep breathing.”

It’s hard. What Yoongi asks of you to do is impossible when all you can do is moan, gasp for air, hold your breath and release it as a moan. Over and over again. In a needy, uncoordinated pattern of numbing pleasure.

Jungkook is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is keeping you parted for his tongue and therefore exposing the most sensitive spots to his eager tongue. Jungkook switches between swirling his entire tongue over it and then attempting to suck on it like a lollipop. He is drooling uncontrollably, adding to your own wetness to the point where Yoongi has a hard time keeping his grip on your pussy.

“Please”, you beg, feeling your legs shake like crazy, “please, please, please.”

“Keep breathing, babygirl. Keep breathing”, Yoongi encourages you, “trust me, yeah? I have everything under control, just keep breathing.”

You have to grip his other thigh too, squeezing it to the point where red bruises from on his fair skin. They heal within seconds, but the sensation stays behind. Pressure and slight pain. Yoongi runs on it like a maniac. It’s so arousing to him to watch and feel you lose control. He hugs you closer even if that increases the pressure on his leaking cock and then kisses your neck. He slips his fingers from your pussy and grips Jungkook’s hair, tugging his mouth away from your pussy.

“No”, you gasp, arching your back in agony, “no, please. Back. No. Please.”

Jungkook begs just as desperately, spilling tears.

“See?” Yoongi ignores your pain, “I have everything under control. Now you can breathe for a bit.”

“You are so cruel”, you mewl and sob, “I was so close….”

“I know princess”, Yoongi purrs and kisses your cheek, “how are you doing, Kookie?”

“Please let me have her again, please”, Jungkook speaks with tears in his voice, “I need her again, please.”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him and kisses your cheek, “how about you, love? Did you breathe enough?”

“Yes, yes please. I did. I just want to, yes”, you stutter, making him chuckle.

“Very well”, Yoongi lets go of Jungkook’s hair and places his hand next to your pussy. Warm and big it rests there safely, reminding you how wonderful it feels to be held by him. “dive in again, babyboy.”

Jungkook follows his commands without thanking him for it. He is too eager to taste you again. He wraps his lips around your clit and begins switching between licking you and sucking you. There is no pattern behind it, but you don’t mind because no matter how he would eat your pussy right now, you would still feel as ruined and broken as you do right now. Jungkook’s mouth is warm and so wet. No words could ever describe just how intense it feels to be tasted by him.

You squeeze Yoongi’s thighs again and moan between your struggles for air, spilling all over the sheets and Jungkook’s face while you are at it.

And while you think that you are the most ruined right now, it isn’t the truth. Jungkook is. He can’t stop crying ever since his tongue connected with your clit. This is a dream come true. No. This is his biggest dream come true. All he wanted, ever since you and he became lovers, was to taste your pussy. He watched Yoongi go down on you a million times before, witnessed Taehyung doing the same and he was always left aching for a taste and wondering how wonderful it must be to love you in such a way.

And now he finally has you. He has you under his tongue, has your taste coating every single inch of his mouth and throat, has you moaning because of him and has you filling his nose with your sweet scent. Jungkook is so ruined by all of this that he can’t stop crying, sobbing into your pussy as he grinds his tongue over your clit.

Just one more time and then Yoongi pulls his head away again.

“Please Yoongi!” you beg loudly, mirroring the utter agony Jungkook feels.

He tugs on his ropes, trying to fight free but failing miserably. Yoongi chuckles because of it, soothing you with kisses to your neck until you finally calm down again. Just enough that he knows it is safe for Jungkook to taste you again.

He pushes the wiggling vampire down, smothering him with your pussy this way.

You wail up while Jungkook sobs and begins sucking on your pussy again. He searches for your tastes this time around. He loves your clit, but right now he needs your taste straight from the source. He lays down on his tummy even if that squishes his cock and puts tension into the rope around his balls. It hurts, but Jungkook likes it. It hurts a lot actually, forcing him to fuck the mattress in sync with his tongue slipping into your hole.

“Look at you”, Yoongi says, “you’re so fucking greedy.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him. He is lost. Officially gone. Your pussy is pulsating around his tongue, your taste keeps spilling and spilling and spilling into his mouth, your scent is suffocating him. Jungkook swears this is the reason why he lives. He buries himself deeper and sticks his tongue out as far as it can go. He needs to merge with you. Please don’t let this end.

“So greedy, god you’re so greedy”, Yoongi taunts and slides his thumb to your clit. His hand he keeps resting on you, using the slick Jungkook left behind to give your clit a gentle massage up and down.

“Yoongi”, your voice doesn’t sound like you anymore. Your body wants to shake, but doesn’t know how anymore, tensing and convulsing between his legs. You reach up and grab a bundle of his hair, twisting it to the point where it hurts.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here”, Yoongi whispers, “fuck”, he growls when you tug harder, “fuck, princess relax your fingers. Mhm? Can you do that for me?”

You only tug harder and sob his name and Yoongi knows that it is time. He abandons your clit and tugs Jungkook away.

“Please, you fuck”, the words spill out of you. You didn’t even know that they did until Yoongi chuckles and bites your neck to the point where it stings but never breaks. You whimper, feeling just a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry my love, I promise this was the last time”, he whispers sickeningly sweet, kissing the spot he bit, “now take a deep breath for me.”

“You’re lying, you’re just saying that”, you mewl and sob softly, “please let me cum, please.”

“Breathe princess, breathe”, Yoongi whispers and runs his hand to Jungkook’s cheek. He cups it and tilts his head up as best as the position allows him to.

His tears ruined his cheeks, his eyes barely stay open and his pink lips are puffy and wet from your pussy.

“I know you’re angry at me, but I promise you can have her again very soon”, he speaks softly, running his thumb over Jungkook’s swollen upper lip, “I’ll let you make her cum now, but first I need to make sure you’re still with us. Tell us three blue fruits.”

“B-blueberry”, Jungkook can barely speak. He is so far gone, “and, and plums and..and…I don’t know”, he sobs, “I don’t know any more fruits please just let me have her, please Daddy.”

“Fine. You did well with two”, he says and slips his hand to your pussy. He parts your folds, “there’s grapes, by the way”, he adds, “or açaí berries.”

But Jungkook can’t hear him. He connects his mouth with your pussy and licks up your taste messily, moaning and sobbing in gratefulness while you do the same in desperation.

You twist Yoongi’s hair to the point of pain again and press into him, putting so much pressure on his cock that it gets hard for him to keep his eyes open. But he tries. He tries for you and for himself. Watching Jungkook eat your pussy is the hottest view to him. To have him grind his face against you and to watch how your pussy hugs his lower face makes him so fucking hard that it gets difficult to function. To know that this right now was the round where he will finally let you orgasm, messes with his sanity even more. Yoongi slips his unoccupied hand to your chest and begins playing with your nipples.

You tense up and abandon his thigh to instead grab a bundle of Jungkook’s hair. You tug with the same amount of strength you do with Yoongi, wailing up in ecstasy. If Yoongi pulls away again, you will actually break apart. This would ruin you. All you need is to climax. Yoongi’s long fingers on your nipples and pussy and Jungkook’s wet mouth on your clit. The sensations are too much. You need to cum or else you will shatter.

“I’m cumming, please”, you sob in a breathy voice.

“Don’t hold back, my love. I’m right here”, Yoongi encourages you and pinches your nipple in sync with his lips kissing your neck.

You let out a loud wail and break on Jungkook’s tongue. The edging made you so sensitive that you have no control over how hard the orgasm hits you. It’s hot and so intense that you have to grab the nape of Yoongi’s neck for support. You are scared if you were being honest. This is so intense.

“I’m here princess, I’m here. Let it happen, you’re safe”, Yoongi talks you through it, holding you safely, “I know it’s a lot but let it happen. I’m right here.”

Jungkook isn’t present anymore. The second your orgasm hit you, he stopped existing. Your orgasm affects him on normal days, but tasting it was too much for him. He licks and sucks without having any control over it, whimpering because all he wants is to keep tasting you. His eager, sloppy mouth mixed with the ruthless edging of before made you so sensitive that all it really takes is for Jungkook to miss the window of overstimulation and for Yoongi to skilfully ignore it and you are squirting all over Jungkook’s face.

“Yes princess”, Yoongi moans and fucks his cock against your back as he finds his own release from your scent, “holy fuck, you’re perfect. Fuck, my love, holy fuck”, he moans deeply, soaking up your scent like an addict.

Jungkook tugs on the ropes, barely managing to keep his head held high. His eyes are burning from his tears and your never ending wetness, he is pretty sure that he already inhaled it because his upper throat burns. He doesn’t mind, he buries himself deeper, sucking it out of you to the point where you are scared that you long stopped squirting and instead are giving him a completely other taste. One of golden pleasure.

Only once you are truly empty – trust that it took too many seconds of uncontrollable shakes – does Yoongi wrap his hand around Jungkook’s hair to tug him away.

“Ah”, Jungkook lets out, because the position hurts his neck. Not for long because then Yoongi already managed to tug him over your intertwined legs and roll him to his back. Jungkook falls with a sob, arching his back as his arms prevent him from getting comfortable. His cock is hard, but covered in his white seed. It is still dripping and leaking more. His face is wet, his hair is soaked and his chest heaves up and down quickly. He can’t move. He truly can’t move. A Ripper high. That’s what the taste of your pleasure and golden sweetness did to him.

“Good job”, Yoongi praises him, caressing his cheek, “keep breathing Kookie, it’ll all be over soon”, he promises him and then turns his attention to you.

He wraps his arms around you and tilts your head to him gently. Your eyes merely have to meet and then it gets too much for you. You break into tears, growing incredibly small and fragile in his arms.

“I’m here, princess. I’m right here”, he assures you, allowing you to turn in his arms so you can rest against his chest. Your legs are pulled up and your knees are resting against his tummy, your head is against his shoulder, your fingers clutch his shirt weakly. Yoongi kisses your forehead and switches between caressing your back and your hair, “let it all out, this is all natural. I know the session was intense so I need you to let it all out. Good job, my love. I’m so proud of you”, he keeps talking to you as you release your feelings into him, “you did so well, my love. Let it all out. Fuck, you’re making me so proud. That’s my girl. I love you, my princess. That’s it.”

His loving words, his strong hug, his soothing touches. All of it is enough to calm you down, to allow you to return to him safe and sound and to feel so utterly content with yourself that your tears of overwhelming gratefulness stop slowly.

Once they do, you feel tired and sleepy, lifting your head to gaze at him.

Yoongi looks at you with fond eyes, placing his hand on your cheek, “hey there, my sweet princess”, he whispers, caressing your skin, “how are you feeling?”

You giggle and lean into his touch, “thank you, Yoongi”, you get out and giggle again.

“You’re so cute”, his smile grows, “and you did so, so well. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

“You were so mean”, you giggle, “but you were so right, I loved it so much.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I know you would. That’s why I did it”, he says, eyes flitting to Jungkook, “our Kookie’s back. Hey there, my sweet prince.”

You turn in Yoongi’s arms so you can look at Jungkook. He is looking up at you with big, glassy eyes. His face and hair are still ruined from you.

“Thank you”, he croaks and then breaks into happy tears.

You and Yoongi spring into action instantly, picking him up in a tight group hug and whispering the sweetest words of comfort to him until he stops crying. It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but once he does he is sucking on Yoongi’s neck for comfort while you work on opening the ropes around his torso.

Jungkook rolls to his back once he is freed, reaching for you pleadingly. You fall into his hug gladly, resting in a way that would still allow Yoongi access to Jungkook’s lower body.

“I love you”, Jungkook murmurs into your neck, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you tell him, feeling droopy in comfort now that you are held by him. His hug feels just as amazing as Yoongi’s does. Maybe a little wetter because he is still terribly ruined by what you did before.

“This has been my biggest dream for so long and now it was my reality”, Jungkook squeezes your head closer with his hand on the back of it, “I’m waiting for the moment I wake up and realise that it wasn’t real.”

“It was real”, you giggle, “and you were amazing.”

“I’m so happy. So happy that I could cry again”, Jungkook says and laughs, squeezing you tightly, “I want to cry, really. Thank you so much for doing this with me.”

“No thank you. I can’t believe how talented you are. Seriously Kook, you were amazing.”

“You really were”, Yoongi throws in. He just finished opening the ropes around Jungkook’s cock is now caressing the sore spots left behind. They are already healing, but Yoongi still likes to make sure that Jungkook is comfortable and well taken care of. So he runs his thumb over the reddened marks all along his balls and base of his cock, sending tingles of comfort through Jungkook’s body.

The latter fixes the position of his head so he could gaze at Yoongi, hugging you against him as he does.

“Thank you”, he says, “you have no idea how much this meant to me.”

“I do”, Yoongi assures him, “I know what it means to you, sweetheart. And I’m so proud of you for doing so, so well. This was your first time and not once did I have to stop you because you were losing control.”

“I came so far, didn’t I?” Jungkook gets out as his eyes fill with tears.

Yoongi cups his cheek, “you did and you will get even better with practice. I’m so proud of you, my bestest student.”

Jungkook whimpers softly, “I’m your bestest student?” he chokes out.

Yoongi smiles and leans down to kiss his forehead, “and my most loved too. Hear me?”

“Oh god”, Jungkook giggles while he sobs just a little, “I love you too, Yoongi.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi kisses his forehead one more time before claiming his rightful place behind you just so he can hug you and kiss your cheek. Like this, you are sandwiched between Jungkook and Yoongi, enjoying every second of it, “and you are my most loved princess. Hear me?” he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I love you too”, you say, “and I love you too, Koo”, you add, wiggling happily.

“I love you too”, Jungkook answers you, feeling so happy that he wants to scream.

Yoongi snuggles closer, “the music was a good idea, wasn’t it?”

“It was amazing”, you praise him.

“It really was”, Jungkook agrees.

Yoongi smiles happily, purring contently. A few seconds pass where the three of you share comfortable silence, cuddling and hugging and feeling content. The galaxy lamp is soaking the room in colours of red, pink and purple, the music is relaxing you.

“Boongie?” you break the silence in a whisper.

“Yes, princess?” he also whispers.

“Did you cum in your briefs?”

“Why?”

“They’re wet against my butt.”

Yoongi lets out a little hum, “maybe I did, yeah”, he huffs out air, “don’t blame me, I’m so into you two.”

You and Jungkook break into quiet, happy giggles. Yoongi joins you seconds later. Jungkook reaches over you and places his arm over Yoongi as well, pressing you both closer that way.

“We’ll just take a shower later”, he murmurs to which you and Yoongi agree with a sleepy, happy hum.

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Hiii, I wanted to give the match ups a try cause why not. I go by she/her and prefer to be matched with a male character, I’m also underaged. Oh and I’d prefer to be a demigod, personally I think I’d be the daughter of Hestia or maybeee Hephaestus or Apollo, idrk 😭. Anywaysss, about me. I loveee music/art/film, really anything creative, like I have a deep appreciation for them and artists. I actually used to go to a performing arts school. I also love nature and appreciate that as well. Like, I love going on hikes when I can and even just looking at the beauty of the nature wherever I am. I’m not really much of a sports person, like I love playing but I wouldn’t do anything professionally. I do martial arts though, which is definitely a biggg passion of mine. As a person, although it doesn’t necessarily feel like it to me, sometimes I’m pretty sure I’m fairly outgoing, at least more than other people I know. But I’m also the type of person to really open up and become more social and talkative the more you get to know me. Oh and final thing, I think I’m pretty books smart but not very streets smart, if you know what I mean. 😀 Anywayssss thanks for reading all of this if you did, it’d be really cool to hear back from you!! 🫶🫶

OKAY HEAR ME OUT!! HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

So, it’s not that well known, but Hestia is actually one of the virgin godesses of Olympus (like Artemis and Athena). But!!! We COULD pretend she has kids like Athena does 👀 ✨just because she wants to✨

Like, Athena’s kids come from her mind… maybe Hestia’s could come from her heart? Like figuratively maybe? She’s the goddess of hearth & home so it could kind of make sense? Pls bear with me this will go rlly well with who I’m matching you with so let’s just go with it 🤓

Also the nature thing UGHHH, I always had this head cannon that Percy became a bit of a nature activist after witnessing Pan’s death 😩😩😩 Anyway let’s get to it, I really hope you like this 🫶

Tysm for requesting!!! Have a great day <3

I match you with…

Percy Jackson!!

-Disclaimer-

The requester is a minor and so is Percy at this stage of the books!!

After the second titan war ended, Percy started to value some things way more than he did before it all went down

Not to say he was an ungrateful person, far from it. Percy really did have a heart of gold and often put his loved ones above his own personal needs. Loyalty was his fatal flaw after all

But there was just some things he felt he didn’t pay much attention to before the war, like Hestia for example. The goddess practically lived on camp grounds and he barely even acknowledged her before she saved him when he needed it the most, reminding him what was most important when everything was falling apart during the war

Or Pan. the god of the wild had practically died in front of him, telling him and his friends that the future of nature, of the world they lived in was actually in their hands. Everyone had to do their part for it to survive

He had to pay them back somehow, honor them

So that’s why he was THRILLED when the first Hestia kid arrived on camp after he made the gods promise they would claim all of their kids and send them to camp Half Blood, where all of the gods would have cabins for their descendants

This was his chance to pay back Hestia for her help!! So he promptly asked Chiron to mentor the new girl and teach her what she needed to know about self defense and sword fighting, since she was practically his age and had to survive until now with the mortals without proper training

In fact, how did you manage to do that anyway?

He didn’t really know, but he felt he was the best man for the job. His sword fighting skills were unmatched, only bested by Luke’s

So, not gonna lie. He was kind of waiting to show off his skills on your first lesson and help you with whatever you needed

He told you he would first show you some hand to hand combat moves before y’all could move on to sword fighting, to which you shrugged it out, being cool with it

Too cool even, you seemed super comfortable with it 🧐

“Okay. First, I’ll come at you slowly and you can try and stop the blow however you feel is right. This will be kind of a warm up to start things off. But don’t worry, I won’t actually hurt you, if you feel uncomfortable in any way, please let me know okay?” He said, smiling kindly at you while taking an offensive stance

You nodded, waiting for him to start

He slowly swung at you, being careful to not scare you out

Imagine how completely and utterly bamboozled he was when he found himself lying on the ground, the arm he swung at you now twisted and pressed on to his back, just enough to keep him on the ground

He was like 🧍‍♂️

And you were like 😄 so what’s next?

Bro what the fuck

That was honestly so impressive that when you offered a hand to help him get back to his feet, his cheeks where slightly flushed

He cleaned his throat, fixing his camp Half Blood necklace back into place

“Okay so I guess you’ve got that part covered” He said, giving you his signature sarcastic smirk

You let out a small laugh in response, explaining to him that you actually loved martial arts and that stuff came easy to you

He was completely fascinated, asking you to help him better his hand to hand combat skills after you guys finished

That was the start of a kind of chaotic friendship between the two of you. You helped him better himself in your area while he gave you sword fighting lessons

You weren’t really a fan of it but Percy was so talented and so patient while teaching you that you were winning sparring duels in no time

Y’all were a power duo in capture the flag for sure. You knocked people out and Percy wouldn’t let anyone get even slightly near you with riptide

You knew some strategies in theory from some books you had read and Percy knew how to put them into action

Iconic

You quickly developed a strong bond, getting closer and closer to each other every day

You always ranted to him about art in general, he didn’t really understand most of the things you told him but he always listened attentively, even memorizing some of your favorite artists to get you stuff related to them when he went home for the school year

You often hanged out by the lake, you absolutely loved how it looked when the sun hit it just right, with the trees reflected on it

One time, Percy took you to the bottom of it, putting an air bubble around you both so you could see how beautiful it was underwater

Your eyes shone bright at the view, but you frowned as soon as you saw a couple of plastic wrappers at the bottom

You asked Percy to lower the bubble so you could collect them and properly throw them out at the surface

That made Percy stare at you with such intensity and admiration that you wondered just what the hell you had done to get him looking at you like that

You avoided his eyes, ears tinted red

It was no secret that you had developed feelings for him, he was so sweet and kind

You wondered if he felt the same

Suddenly, his warm hand met yours as he slowly interlaced your fingers together

You looked at him, eyes wide

The smile on his face made his intentions pretty clear

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AITA Posts on Roshar: Part 1

“AITA” is a reddit forum and stands for “Am I The Asshole?” It’s a way for people to get a crowd-sourced view on whether their behavior is acceptable or not. So here are some posts we might see if that forum existed on Roshar!

This ended up getting long, so please look forward to Part 2 later! (or more if people like this)

1. AITA for trying to save my old friend’s legacy?

[per reddit policy details are changed to protect identities!!]

I (LE/M/50) used to be very good friends with a man, let’s call him Danny (LE/M/51). Unfortunately, we’ve grown distant over the years due to his weakness, poor life choices, and growing insanity, but I still care about the man he used to be. Danny and I worked hard to build a “business” together with our other friend, Gavvy (deceased). When Gavvy died, it became very hard to keep the business going, especially since I wanted the business to remain strong, and Danny wanted to destroy it with his terrible ideas, weakness, poor life choices, and growing insanity. Unfortunately, Danny is very popular with the “CEO” Elky, and I could never make Elky see the truth of how Danny was going to destroy everything we had worked so hard to build.

Obviously it was time for Danny to go, but I didn’t want his legacy to be destroyed in the process--I wanted him to go out in a heroic blaze of glory so that he would be remembered well. But here is where I might have been TA: I left him and his son to die. BUT it would have been a glorious death and also the way I set it up was extremely clever and fully in line with Alethi values. Even so, Danny unfortunately survived and now he’s mad and going around and telling everyone that I am TA.

I don’t think it’s wrong to want to protect an old friend’s legacy. AITA?

2. AITA for throwing the man who saved my sons’ lives into prison?

I know how it sounds. I will not mince words.

A situation arose in which my two sons were liable to be badly maimed if not outright killed. No one would help except for one dark-eyed guard (M/19) who intervened. Nearly at the cost of his own life, he saved both of my sons.

Unfortunately, almost immediately afterwards the DE guard greatly angered the king who ordered him executed. I managed to talk the king into throwing him into prison instead. I thought that in so doing I was both obeying the king I am sworn to obey while also saving the man who saved my sons.

But now the man glowers at me from his prison cell with his dark, pain-filled eyes, and he seems very angry about being in prison.

Was I wrong? AITA?

3. AITA for wanting dry feet?

This occurred during one of the worst weeks of my (LE/F/17) life--not counting the week where my mom died and the week where my dad died. I had been literally shipwrecked, all my companions and my mentor were dead, and I was trying to make my way to the city where my fiancé lived by any means possible.

I fell in with this conwoman who mistakenly thought that I was also a conwoman (long story). In order to prevent her from, you know, murdering me in my sleep, I decided to play along until I arrived at my destination. Perhaps not the most ethical, but again, it was my life at stake and I had no allies and no resources.

Another thing that was happening during that time was that my feet were killing me. I was shipwrecked, remember, and I also had to walk a long way with no shoes. I had blisters. My feet were infected for a while. I was literally collecting antiseptic sap from plants to try to keep my feet from rotting off. What I really REALLY needed were good, sturdy boots.

To make a long story short, me and the conwoman lady (who, remember, thought that I was also a conwoman) ran into this DE guard and the conwoman without consulting me pretended that I was a Horneater princess. I had to play along or else she would have known I was tricking her, so I did. And I got kinda caught up in the moment and I ended up demanding that the DE guard give me his boots. Which he did.

Obviously he can just go and get new boots whereas I really needed them. But I kind of feel a little bit guilty because he seemed pretty upset. AITA?

4. AITA for wanting to date my husband’s brother?

I (LE/F/60) am a widow--my husband has been deceased for a long time now. He was not the best man or the greatest husband. Perhaps that is neither here nor there, but I want it on record that while we were married, I never strayed and I supported him as best I could, even though it was not always mutual.

Now that he is dead, everyone acts as though my life is over, like I am nothing but a widow who should be put on a shelf and left to rot. I do not believe that my life is over. There is another man that I have feelings for...but he happens to be my deceased husband’s brother. This man is a widower himself, and his wife, whom he loved dearly, has also been dead for a long time. I believe that he has feelings for me as well.

Should the two of us be denied happiness simply due to convention, simply because he happens to be the brother of my long-dead husband? He and I are a good match, his sons love me, and I believe that we both deserve happiness.

AITA for wanting this?

5. AITA for forgetting one small detail?

It had been a busy night. I had been ordered to assassinate a king while wearing white. But I also had to be loud so that everyone knew that the king had been assassinated. This meant I killed more people and not just the king. Also the king disguised himself so I didn’t even know I was fighting the king for a while. I was very stressed. It was hard to kill him. I finally had to collapse a balcony to kill him. And this was during a party and there was a peace treaty and I kept getting my oathstone passed around and I was truthless. Anyway he made a dying wish and of course dying wishes must be honored. I wrote a whole message in his blood (that’s what he wanted me to do. possibly not the blood thing. but the message certainly). he also gave me this weird rock which was also part of the dying wish thing so i did it. even when i abandoned all of my clothes and was basically naked in the rain i kept it. there was a lot going on. but i forgot i had it. there were other more important rocks to worry about than the weird black glowing rock. but now it’s a long time later and i am in prison and the queen seems really mad that i never told her about this one glowing rock that i got from her husband (her husband was the king that i killed). that’s weird right. it was just the one detail that i forgot to mention. but she seems mad about it. aita

6. AITA for saving humanity?

Surely we can all agree that it is better for humanity to be saved than for it to be destroyed completely.

Even if only a small portion of humanity can be saved, that is better than all of humanity dying.

I (LE/M/78) even gained a boon from Cultivation herself so that I would have the capacity to save humanity.

Saving humanity has required me to take actions that others may deem as evil. I accept this--it is the duty of a king to bear the evil so that others may be blameless.

Yes, I have ordered the deaths of many. Yes, I traded 99% of humanity to an evil god to save 1%. Yes, the 1% happened to be my own city and family.

But I think we can all agree that I am hardly the asshole to have done all this to save humanity.

Right?

#cosmerelists #cosmere #in order:#Sadeas #Dalinar #Shallan #Navani #Szeth #Taravangian #by the way LE means lighteyed #and DE means darkeyed #you know they'd abbreviate that on roshar reddit

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heyy! i'm a fan of ur thg fics on wattpad, and i was wondering if u could do one with cashmere? sort of like one where it's the 75 and we're from district 4 or whatever and she comes by our room like the night before, then the first day in the games, and preferably could u release it on wattpad cuz i mainly use that?? thank u sm!!

☼ heather (Cashmere Ritchson) ☼

warnings; swearing, suicide mention.

wc; 4.6k

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The rebellion means nothing if it means you’ll be forced to leave your girlfriend behind without giving her a chance.

This is what you’ve decided after these past few days of going back and forth on whether or not you’ll take matters into your own hands. You played both sides, but the more you tried to live with it, the more the guilt ate you alive. Which brought you to arguing with your allies and the organizers about allowing her to be in on it.

And they told you that no matter the situation—under no circumstances—is Cashmere and Gloss Ritchson to join the rebel alliance.

It’s primarily because they’re from District One, known for its loyalty to the Capitol. It’s the same for Two, but you’re not arguing for Enobaria and Brutus. You know that they’d sell the rebels out in a second if it meant that their name would be mentioned by the media once.

You can see why they’re saying no. For them, the risk is too high to take. It’s easy to break off your relationship if it means that the Hunger Games are over. You’d agree, too, if you and Cashmere recently started dating. Except, the two of you have been together for almost four years. You crossed the honeymoon stage a long time ago.

They don’t know anything about her. If they knew even half of where she stood on topics like this, you think they’d recruit her in a heartbeat. They’d be at your feet begging for you to convince her to help, because Cashmere and Gloss can have the loudest voices, especially in District One.

That’s what you’ve been trying to explain to them this entire week. Cashmere wants to do good in her life. The two of you talk about it every time you’re in the Capitol to mentor. The only way she can do that right now is by helping her tributes win, and then making sure that Coriolanus doesn’t get his hands on them.

If you were to tell her that there’s a way the Games could completely end and she’d never have to worry about another teenager being passed around the Capitol, she would be pissed at you for not mentioning it sooner. She has a heart, and so does Gloss.

All it would take is Cashmere joining for the dominos to start falling. Gloss would be right behind her, because there’s nothing the two of them have done apart in their life. This would cause most of the people in District One to rethink their stance, since their main figures have.

This could even be what convinces District Two.

Haymitch Abernathy and Plutarch Heavensbee won’t bite. No matter how many times you propose the plan, and rework it each time they find a reason to say it won’t work, they don’t want to believe there’s another branch to exploit.

Unfortunately for them, you don’t think you can follow behind them blindly.

As you make your way out of your carpeted room to the hallway, your feet sweep against the hardwood floor that belongs to the District Four apartment in the Training Center. You’ve spent the past couple of hours decompressing, deciding what your move will be in the arena.

You haven’t come to any conclusion quite yet, you were hoping that you’d have more time.

Usually, after the interviews with Caesar, the tributes, mentors, escort and stylists will gather together to have one final meal to talk about the highlights. The evening will end with watching the recaps, where you’d send away the tributes to their rooms to get much needed sleep when it’s done.

This year, nothing has gone according to plan. From the moment Cashmere stepped on stage, it was like all of you unanimously had your minds set on the idea of shutting the Games down, at any cost. With Cashmere and Gloss kicking it off strong, by having the Capitol citizens in tears in the first thirty seconds of either of them being on stage.

She talked about how devastated she was that her time was being taken away from her, when she has so much of it left. Not only referencing the Capitol, a place she loves dearly, despite the way it’s treated her as of late. But she was also talking about you, because four years is not enough when you were thinking you had the rest of your lives together.

“I can’t imagine losing you.” She’d murmured into the microphone, eyes locked on the camera. From where you stood with Finnick backstage, you knew that one was directed at you. And so did he.

Gloss kept it up by showering the Capitol in compliments, recalling the times where they had been so kind to the two of them since their winnings. And then he reeled it in by talking about how he’d never be able to properly repay them, because he’s going away so soon.

Beetee and Wiress worked together to question the legality of the Quell. One of them asking the questions, the other backing up his claims with facts and dates that went along with them. They ended by asking if the Quell had been properly examined by the experts lately.

And then you came on stage right after, wearing a dress in Cashmere’s favorite shade of purple. A color that your stylist wouldn’t typically go for, if you hadn’t been so persistent with him since the Tribute Parade. You had to wear purple, and if he couldn’t make it work, then you wanted someone that could.

When he showed you his final product, you almost couldn’t believe how gorgeous it was. For someone who worked inside of a very tight box of hues of sea green and the theme of the ocean, he went above and beyond when it came to styling a piece that was supposed to be reminiscent of District One.

This was amplified by the collective gasps from the crowd when they finally saw you take the stage. Little did they know, they would never get the opportunity to leave their state of shock. The next three minutes of your interview were painful, but perfectly calculated for this moment.

You proceeded to reveal every secret that you’d kept about the Capitol.

You couldn’t outwardly say how Snow pounced on you when you were becoming popular after your Games. You danced around the topic, wanting the citizens to figure this one out on their own. It may not be today, or tomorrow, but when they do realize, it’ll leave a sour taste in their mouth.

Just like how their faces puckered up when you admitted the biggest secret of them all, the one that you’d kept from them for four years. With your hands clasped against your chest, you gave Caesar a smile.

“Do you know the significance of this color, Caesar? It’s more than just purple, it’s heather.” You tilted your head slightly.

“Yes, I was just about to say that. I believe I wore the color one year.” He laughed.

“You wore it the year Cashmere won, actually. It was her favorite color prior to coming to the Capitol, and when she saw it, she took it as a sign.” You wanted to look back at her, except you couldn’t. You had to wait.

“Oh, is that right?” He asked. “Does it hold sentimental value to you, as well?”

“Yes, I’ve been wearing this color for four years now, and I’ll never get sick of it.” You smiled, looking out to the crowd in front of you, feeling your body get jittery. It was the reason why your hands were against your chest, instead of at your sides. So they wouldn’t be able to see you shaking.

When Snow found out that you and Cashmere were dating—two of the Capitol’s favorite darlings—he told you that it would never be able to come to light. If they found out the truth, it could ruin the plan he had for the two of you. And in turn, he said that you’d find yourself regretting it if you ever did breathe a word.

You listened, and then he changed the rules of the Hunger Games. Which means he forfeits his right to dangle something like safety over your head. You’re dead, anyway, if you can’t figure out the rebel plan. What’s it matter?

“Why is that?” He asked.

You felt the seconds counting down on the clock, your third minute coming in fast.

“I’m in love with Cashmere.” You told him, but when you turned your head, it was to look at her, not him. “And she’s in love with me. We have been for the past four years.”

The buzzer went off directly after. At least half of the crowd leapt to their feet, demanding for another minute. Or an explanation, at the very least. You couldn’t leave them on a cliffhanger like that, it wasn’t fair.

“Thank you, (Y/n) (L/n).” Caesar took your hands to squeeze them tightly. “Best of luck to you, and to Cashmere.”

“Thank you, Caesar.” You murmured, walking away.

To seal every last word of what you’d said at the end, you purposely went up the steps that’d lead you to Cashmere. She held her hands out, waiting for you to take them. You pressed your thumb over the middle of her knuckles, the tops of her fingers resting in your palms.

“Okay?” You asked, letting her lean into you.

“Okay.” She agreed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You then let go of her hands to adjust a blonde curl that was straying, giving her a smile, before moving down the line to stand next to Beetee. Your interview went perfectly, you fed off of Cashmere, but set up for what Finnick had planned to do. Which was a poem he’d written for Annie, that had the girls swooning in their seats.

After that, it was a steady build up to Peeta. Johanna asked if anything could be done about the situation, considering the Capitol and the victors have formed a bond that would be cruel to sever. Seeder and Chaff proceeded to talk about how in District Eleven, President Snow is hailed to be all-powerful, meaning he should be able to change the Quell, and grant the victors mercy.

As soon as Katniss got on stage, it was over with. Her stylist had outdone himself again, by putting her in the wedding dress that had won the final vote. She was unable to speak for the first two minutes because the crowd wouldn’t quiet down because of it.

Eventually, she was able to speak, and she did the same trick that she did last year, by twirling. Instead of vanity flames eating away at the bottom of her dress again, it completely consumed her. Her stylist had turned her into a mockingjay, and neither you or Finnick could hold back the hiss that escaped you. He would pay for that.

Peeta was the perfect person to end the interviews with. He started light, gradually getting heavier with each topic, the same thing that you had done. He continued the playful dynamic he and Caesar have to brighten the crowd. That moved into talking about the secret, unofficial marriage that he and Katniss had prior to coming to the Capitol.

And it ended with him claiming that Katniss was pregnant.

It was the perfect end to a tragic evening.

The chaos was too much for everyone to handle, though. Where you normally get time after the interviews to mingle, and say your goodbyes to the tributes around you, it wasn’t allowed. You didn’t get to see Cashmere before you were shoved into an elevator with Finnick and Johanna, being sent up to your floors alone.

When Mags came back to the apartment by herself, she advised for you to stay in your rooms after what happened after the interviews. She was afraid that Peacekeepers might come to visit, but none have come in the past couple of hours. That’s why you’ve felt safe enough to come out.

You stand in the doorway that leads you to the living room, staring at bronze hair. Of course, her favorite boy isn’t listening to her. Finnick is sitting on the couch, where he’s watching Capitol reporters talk about the interviews, without showing actual clips. They can’t, not after what happened.

The moment that Peeta had taken his spot at the end of the row, you all began to join hands. Cashmere’s head swiveled in your direction, and when you gave her a solid nod, she didn’t hesitate to follow your lead. She trusts you to do what’s right. Another example that Cashmere and Gloss would join the rebellion if offered.

By the ending notes of the Capitol anthem, you stood in two unbroken lines, hands joining you together. The first public show of unity among the districts in decades. An act none of you could’ve ever imagined would happen.

You shuffle out of the doorway and down two steps to pass through the dining room. At the sound of your movement, Finnick turns his head to look over his shoulder. His eyes land on your body first, eyes dragging up to see your face when you get closer.

“They’re not coming.” You murmur, stopping behind the couch.

“No, they’re not.” He agrees. There’s a moment of silence. “I don’t think we made a difference.”

“We already knew he wasn’t going to cancel the Games. The Capitol people could be killing themselves on the streets and he would still do what he thinks is best.” You sigh.

“It was worth the shot.” Finnick says.

The woman on the screen bids her goodbye, disappearing. She’s suddenly replaced by Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith. They both have wide smiles on their faces. You guess they got the clear to come on television and speak about the interviews, after all. You thought that Snow would try to sweep it under the rug.

This ought to be good.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it has been an eventful evening.” Caesar says, laughing nervously. “It will be one controversial night to remember.”

“Yes it will.” Claudius nods.

“I would even call this a night for the lovers.” Caesar lifts his hand. “Between Cashmere and (Y/n), Finnick and his poem, and the young couple from District Twelve, I don’t think we’ve seen a room so in love before.”

“Do you think they’ll announce it?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, but they’ve got to lead up to it.” Finnick adjusts on the couch, patting the spot next to him. “You can sit.”

“I’m good.” You tell him.

You’ve been waiting for him to say something about your interview all night, but he must be confident that you won’t betray the rebels in any way. If only your mentor knew just how much you’ve been thinking about it. His eyes would bulge out of his head. How could you ever leave District Four behind for a girl?

“I must say that the Capitol is certainly worked up tonight, don’t you think?” Claudius asks. “We’ve had favorites in the past, they could never compare to this.”

“I believe that’s the exact issue. We have all the favorites with us. Much less, all the victors that won the last decade. Enobaria, Gloss, Cashmere, Finnick, and (Y/n)? That’s five Career victors that won in a straight line, and now they’re going to be put into the Games together.” Caesar’s shaking his head. “It really is unfortunate.”

“I hate it when they pretend to care.” You say.

“They’re sympathizing with the public. I bet they’ll do it now.”

“You know what else is unfortunate…” Claudius trails off.

“Oh yes, the pregnancy.” Caesar lets out a tough sigh, “I can’t believe it, myself.”

“I know we’ve all been waiting eagerly to see what President Snow will say, and we have it here.” Claudius holds up a card, briefly flashing it to the camera to show Snow’s signature. “He instructed us to read it, as he’s sure our citizens are upset with him at the moment.”

The notecard is passed to Caesar, where he lightly taps it against the desk, as if straightening a stack of them. When really, there’s just one. “It reads, ‘It is with the heaviest heart, I must tell you that the 75th Quarter Quell will continue as planned, and will not be cancelled or postponed. My best of luck to our dearest, Katniss Everdeen’.”

“I told you.” You say, “He wants us all dead.”

Finnick lets out a scoff.

A knock at the door causes the both of you to look in that direction. You glance at the clock to see it’s exactly the time that you had told Cashmere to come over. Granted, at the time you had no idea of what would be happening on stage. You just wanted to spend time with her before going inside of the arena.

When you begin to walk toward it, Finnick sits up on the couch. “Are you expecting someone?”

You don’t answer him, fixing your hair, and then opening the door slightly. You’re met with Cashmere, her blonde hair in wet waves against her shoulders. She’s wearing silk pajamas. You bite your bottom lip, offering her a smile.

“I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to.” She says. “The avoxes tried to stop me, but my mentor told them to let me go. I can’t stay for long.”

“That’s okay.” You tell her, letting her come inside. “A few hours is better than none.”

You look in Finnick’s direction, and find him glaring at you momentarily, before turning his attention to the television, where Claudius and Caesar have moved on. You squint at the back of his head, closing the door.

“Let’s go to my room.” You tell her, taking her hand in yours. “I wouldn’t want to bother Finnick.”

The walk to your room is quiet, and with the layout of the apartments being nearly identical in each one, she finds your room easily. The blankets on your bed are messy, but she still throws herself down, pulling them over her.

“Did you hear the announcement?” You ask, going to sit on the bed.

“No, but Gloss was watching it when I left.” She turns her head to look at you. “And by the look on your face, it’s telling me that the Games are still on.”

“Yeah.” You murmur, eyes dancing over her face, before looking out the window.

It’s quiet between you for a brief moment. “You didn’t change your mind.” She says, it’s not a question. “(Y/n), you have to be kidding me.”

“Cashmere…” You shake your head. “I told you that I can’t change my mind.”

“About being my ally?” She asks, throwing the blankets off of herself to sit up. “Does it make more sense to be in Finnick’s alliance instead of with the Careers, with me?” Her face is twisted, there’s a wet mark on one of your pillows because of her hair. “I thought you said you were going to tell him. I thought that’s why he looked at you like that.”

You press your lips together, shifting your gaze from her. You knew you shouldn’t have mentioned anything to her. What you said was that you would talk to Finnick about the alliance situation. It’s a good thing you knew better than to make a promise, because she would hold you to that.

Even though she knows that you’re trapped in this alliance. There’s not very much wiggle room for you. And if you stray, then you’re as good as dead to the rebellion. There’s hundreds of things that could go wrong in the arena—you injure yourself, you make enemies, you get attacked, Enobaria and Brutus turn on you, starvation, dehydration. If the Careers decide to attack the rebel alliance and you’re seen with them, there’s no way you’re making it out of the arena.

It’s too risky to try to work with them, when you know you’ll be safest with Finnick.

Except, if anything were to happen to Cashmere in the arena, you’d never be able to forgive yourself. You know that you would curse yourself for not protecting her more. And if she died?

“Sacrifices have to be made.” Is what Finnick told you the first time you brought up your concern to him. “I’m sorry yours is one of the more painful ones.”

You swallow the toughness growing in your throat. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“I don’t believe that.” Cashmere says. “I want you to be with me and Gloss, at least. We don’t have to be with Enobaria and Brutus, if that’s what is holding you back—”

“That’s not…” You stop, taking a breath. “That doesn’t make a difference.”

“Is it Gloss?” She asks, back straightening. “(Y/n), please don’t make me choose between you or my brother.”

“I’m not making you choose between anything, Cash.” You tell her, meeting her eyes. “There is no choice. I am in this alliance, and I can’t leave it.”

“And I can’t join.” She says, eyebrows drawing in. “I don’t want to be split from you in the arena, that’s not fair.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“Then why are you doing this?” She asks. “Is it Finnick? Does he not like me?”

You sigh through your nose. “No, Cashmere.”

“Why? You have to give me that!” She shouts.

“I trapped myself.” You try to keep your voice measured. You don’t like seeing her desperate like this. “I’ve told you that.”

“That’s all you’ve told me. I want a real answer.” She says. “I deserve it. After four years of my life spent with you, you owe me that much.”

“Cashmere, I don’t owe you a goddamn thing on a scale like this.” You tell her.

Her eyes hit yours sharply, face twisting in disgust. She lets out a sound of disbelief, getting to her feet. “You were the last person I’d ever expect—” She stops next to the door. “Goodbye, (Y/n).”

“Cashmere.” You stand, she’s making her way out of your room. You chase her for a few steps, but by the time you make it to the hallway, she’s slammed the front door behind her.

You stare at the door, teeth chattering against themselves as the tears hit you all at once. You sniff, covering your mouth as you go to return to your room. You haven’t even taken three steps before you see Finnick standing in the darkness of his side of the hallway.

He doesn’t have to say anything, you know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Don’t worry,” Your voice wavers, you continue past him. “I didn’t tell her anything.”

—

“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games begin!” Claudius Templesmith announces.

With your eyes closed, you raise your chin, holding your arms out to let the salty breeze embrace you. It moves right through the wetsuit, as if you’re standing here naked. The goosebumps that try to cover your skin are quickly eliminated by the warmth of the air that surrounds you.

You don’t move from this stance for a long second, pretending that you’re standing on the beach at home in District Four. The only change you would make right now is to take off your shoes to feel the water lap over your feet, instead of your boots. You’d do it, but you don’t want to accidentally set off the explosive beneath the metal plate.

You open your eyes.

A clear, blue sky with no clouds in sight is what greets you, leaving the bright and powerful sun fully exposed. You direct your attention downward, to the land beyond the water that you’ll have to swim through. It’s lusciously thick, and healthily green, with trees stretching far up into the air without fear.

It’s a jungle.

The arena seems to be circular from what you can tell on your podium. The jungle takes up the entire outer circle, with a small strip of beach on the inner side. Besides the water, the only other landmark in the center is the Cornucopia, which is placed on a small, black rock island. There are spokes coming out of the island, leading all the way to the beach, creating wedges.

In each water wedge, there are two tributes.

When you turn your head to see who you’ve been placed with, you’re met with the woman from Nine. She’s preoccupied with looking at the arena. There’s no telling if she’s seen you or not. It wouldn’t matter, anyway. She’s not exactly a threat to you.

You look between the tributes on each side of you, searching for any of your rebel allies. You can see Finnick, and barely make out Johanna’s spiky hair in the distance. Katniss looks to be close, too. It’s perfect placement, you’ll be able to meet them in the Cornucopia, easily.

Despite the fact that this should be an ease of mind, you don’t stop looking. You want to find Cashmere, so you know where to block Katniss from going so she doesn’t harm her. You go over the tributes three times, unable to find her from where you’re standing. She must be on the other side of the island.

Will you even get a chance to see her?

The gong finally sounds, you dive to the spoke off to your right. The water is refreshingly cold, but not enough to take your breath away. You cut through the waves easily, pulling yourself onto the black rock. The water weighs you down, it’s a sensation that you’re used to.

On your feet, you sprint up to the Cornucopia, arms pumping at your sides. Strands of your hair fling up to cling onto any exposed skin. You whip your head from side to side to see who’s coming up your way, and find that Katniss and Finnick will be here at any moment.

The confliction in your body keeps you from moving where you stand. Either you can stay here, and help the rebels. Or you can be with Cashmere and keep her alive until the rescue happens. The issue is, you won’t have any idea when that’ll be, because there’s a plan with the district bread.

If you leave her, it means you could leave her behind for good. She’ll get taken by the Capitol when you get rescued. Who knows what they’ll do to her if they think she’s a rebel sympathizer. Especially since she’s from District One.

You gravitate forward, past the Cornucopia. You can hear Finnick shouting your name, you think. You don’t stop moving, finding Cashmere in the water, swimming to her own spoke. She doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry.

You jog down the rock, being careful not to trip over the jagged pieces. By the time you’re there to meet Cashmere, Finnick and Katniss have made it. You crouch down, offering your hand to her.

Cashmere looks up, pressing her lips together.

“Come on, Cash.” You urge her, “Let’s go.”

“What are you doing?” She asks, reaching up. You grab her wrist, pulling her out of the salt water completely. She wipes it from her eyes.

“I’m choosing you.” You tell her. “I’ll figure something else out. You’re more important to me.”

this is part of my 3k celebration!! you can join until the cure is released on October 31st, at midnight!

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8 and 12!

Thank you for responding!! 😭💖 I love your art btw!! You’re such a big inspiration!!

#8: After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

(This might come as a surprise but I haven’t actually played the epilogue yet 😭)

I’d like to think Tesni would go on a pilgrimage of sorts trying to reconnect with nature and her mentor’s Druidic teachings. After her personal quest, she becomes the chosen of Selûne, I think she’d try and reconnect with her Godess as well, after so many years apart. She also works with the council? Whoever’s in charge of Baldur’s Gate, after the whole mess with The Absolute, to help reconstruction efforts throughout the city.

And when that’s said and done she settles down, gets married to Astarion, and they live comfortably off of the significant amount of gold they found throughout their adventures. She researches cures for Astarion’s vampirism too (and for Karlach cuz I’m delusional and I refuse to accept that she dies or goes back to Avernus forever), I mean who better than a Druid to fix and otherwise permanent affliction lol 😌💅✨ Tesni and Astarion also have a daughter named Moon who is a sorcerer being trained in magic by Gale. 😜

Here’s a lil doodle of what her end game outfit looks like (it’s supposed to look like her mentor’s outfit but a little bit different) 🌝:

#12: Does your Tav have any tattoos or scars? Why?

// TRIGGER WARNING: I’m gonna talk a little bit about self-harm so if you struggle with self-harm I just want to warn you now before you read!! It’s not too serious but I want to make sure everyone stays comfortable!! //

Tesni has a variety of scars, a lot of them stem from her background as a Druid. Scars from animals, from when she was a kid running around in the woods, and one time she got shot in the shoulder by a magic arrow (I’m not gonna name names but we can all guess who missed mid battle 😒🦇) She also has panther spots, because I thought it would be cool, but also because her main wildshape animal is a panther.

Her other scars come from periods in her life where she felt hopeless or otherwise in bad straights. A little tidbit into her lore, when Tesni was young she had quite a few of her close family and friends pass away (in unfortunate ways). She’s always blamed herself for not being smart enough, brave enough, or strong enough to stop the circumstances leading up to their deaths (a part of why Tesni had a difficult relationship with her patron, Selûne. Tesni partly blames the gods, mainly Selûne, for not stepping in. Tesni’s mother was also a Selûnite, and when she died, Tesni’s inner conflict as well as her conflict with the Gods spiraled downwards from there).

Tesni spent a lot of her adolescence on the streets scrounging for food and money, many of those nights, she went cold or hungry. Eventually she became numb to her own comfort, and took jobs no one else would, leading into her being kidnapped by Mindflayers at the beginning of Bg3. That’s why Tesni wears sleeves on her arms, to hide her scars. Partly because she doesn’t want people to pity her, partly because she still feels their sting, and hiding them helps her move past those memories.

Eventually Tesni comes to the realization that beyond her numbness, she cares and feels deeply for the world and the people that live in it. After Act 1, she decides to start her healing journey, she becomes more honest with her companions and in turn they help her heal from her tumultuous past. Over time as Tesni heals, she mends her relationship with Selûne and eventually becomes her chosen.

Here’s a doodle of her without her sleeves:

Oof that was a lot of writing thank you for bearing with me lol 😪

And thank you again for responding!! I super appreciate it!! 🥹💖

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#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 tav #ask meme #ask me about tesni?

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must you do the things you do? // The Morning Show fic (1 / 2)

about: 2x06 Episode Tag. After outing Bradley and Laura (via The Vault), Cory stops over at Laura's dressing room for a chat. Laura pieces a few things together. or, Laura gets the chance to call out Cory for his crush on Bradley at the most inopportune time for them all. (Read on AO3) . notes: the title is literally from "The Boy is Mine." Here's another oneshot I started in 2021 and cleaned up this week. In 2x06, after Bradley and Laura were outed (by Cory in exchange for protecting Hannah’s memory), we saw the conversation between Cory and Bradley. He told her she didn’t have to explain herself, and she told him that she thought maybe it would be good for her to have to admit to everyone that she actually wants to be with Laura. But what could the convo between Cory and Laura have looked like?

Laura never should’ve come back to The Morning Show. If it weren’t for Bradley, she wouldn’t have. Leave it to Laura to somehow get outed twice on the same time slot. At least last time, she didn’t have to do a live broadcast as the news broke. And there was no Twitter back then. If people wanted to call her a predatory lesbian, they had to at least try calling the station.

Cory chuckles from the doorway of her dressing room. It’s probably meant to sound disbelieving, or comforting. It mostly sounds hollow. Almost pleased.

Laura may be projecting. May be possessive of Bradley in the face of a man she knows would do far more than he should for their favorite news anchor. He might even enjoy seeing them fall apart.

She speaks first. “All these years, and this might be the first time you’ve been in my dressing room.”

He goes for the joke. Voice lowering to a conspiratorial show whisper. “You don’t see many of my type.” When her eyes don’t stray from her vanity’s mirror, Cory pulls on his most sympathetic grin. “Forgive the joke. I thought a little levity could help on a difficult day. It must… bring back memories.”

Laura’s done a lot of work to keep as many of them buried as possible. The strain might tinge her words. “It must. But I’m not the one you should be talking to.” Nor is she the one he wants to. His eyes betray him.

He offers first, “Bradley’s not answering her door.” That explains it. She can’t help the soft chuckle that brings up. Cory adds, “I also wanted to have a word with you.”

He shifts as he says it. Cory always has the sort of chaotic energy of static trapped inside a bottle, unable to break free.

Laura turns in her chair to give Cory her full attention. In turn, Cory finally steps further into her room. He stays standing, which is either a power play or a move for a quick exit.

“Now I won’t ask you to confirm or deny what I’m seeing,” he says. “From a studio standpoint, it can and should be treated as gossip. I can understand how things could be misconstrued. Something as simple as two friends headed home….”

Is that how he wants to play it? Turn UBA against The Vault? Play Laura as the horrified mentor who can’t be near a woman without dating accusations. Bradley’s just a victim. A sweet ally on the wrong side of salacious rumors. A spurned woman who triumphantly powered through the broadcast while the whole world questioned if she was sleeping with her co-anchor.

“It’s interesting,” Laura starts before the thought has fully formed, “that this happened on my first day back. How fortunate this is for the ratings.”

Cory smiles that crooked, too wide smile at her implication. No denial, but then again, she has no proof.

Laura adds, “I will defer to Bradley on how to handle this situation. Your input is appreciated, but as you’ve already referenced, this isn’t my first time on Page Six.”

He nods, but he doesn’t say anything else. His hands wring, knuckles circling under the pads of his thumbs. He’s teeming with something. Building up his courage to ask what he really wants to know.

He snaps his fingers. “You know I do wonder how we got to this moment. One second, you had to be coaxed to interact with our anchors, and the next….” His eyebrows pitch up for emphasis. He tries to sound so casual.

Laura reminds him, “You brought me into this. You asked me to get close to Bradley.”

A fire lights behind his eyes. “I said coach her, not poach her to your — this —“ Laura lifts a sculpted brow, but Cory holds up a finger as he retracts and rephrases. He tries again with a humorless laugh. “Hey, a lot can happen in thirty-six hours.”

“A lot can happen in a year as well. I can sense how you feel about Bradley.”

This, he denies. “I worry about her. She didn’t have the benefit of the mentors that you had, and—“

“And you think I’m taking advantage of her? Hypothetically speaking.”

“I wouldn’t dare think that.”

Laura leans forward in her seat. “Yet you’re here, in my dressing room, to what? Defend her honor? Pretend to check on me so that you have the right words to comfort her later? Let me help you. When somebody chooses to out you, first it’s terrifying. Your heart pounds. Blood rings in your ears until eventually the shock settles in.”

She’d seen the exact moment it clicked for Bradley. When the world snapped back into focus with the eyes of the nation on Bradley and that ridiculous prank nose.

Laura continues, “Then it’s a bit easier to breathe but impossible to do anything else. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s lying down now. Staring at the ceiling, or the wall, or squeezing her eyes shut. She’ll get the strength to respond eventually. But the internet is there, so the tweets will find her before anything else does. Then her family, then whoever else has access. And regardless of how she responds, or the show does, she’ll spend the rest of her life aware that this is what happened, here, on your stage.”

He stiffens. “You were seen.”

“Seen what? Going into a hotel room? People do that. Particularly people who’ve interviewed each other and don’t want to talk about sensitive topics in the public eye. People can laugh and hold hands, but the moment a lesbian is involved, it’s a problem. It’s sensational. It’s the type of information that can change things.”

Change the conversation. Laura’s eyes widen as it clicks. This news would take the focus off of Hannah, off of TMS and UBA+ and Alex in Maggie’s upcoming book. This news would be enough to bury something.

Cory watches as Laura processes. He at least has the decency to meet her eyes. Her friend. Her boss. Her traitor. Then he blinks, and his smile is back like it never dropped. Brighter than before even.

He says, “I’ll check with Bradley. See how she wants to handle this. I’ll let you know.” He reels around, and that’s when a second click happens.

Yes, Cory could’ve done this for UBA. But he absolutely did it for Bradley. To tear her down and then scoop up the pieces. To save her in the way only her boss can. To ruin her and Laura before they had a chance to become untouchable. They won’t survive something like this, not alone, and Bradley won’t let them be together.

Laura has to fix this. She has to talk to Bradley. She can’t lose her, not yet.

read part two

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Things I’m noticing on this rewatch, which I’m hoping to take slow and ponder on but we will see how it goes, PART ONE (obviously major Good Omens season 2 spoilers throughout, specifically for S2E1):

- Angel Crowley’s hair is so bright and curly! The shade feels more like his new post-apocalypse ‘do, which I find curious. New hair is obviously still much darker but it’s that more unnatural shade of red that could be very bright indeed under the right lighting.

- Aziraphale trying to soften angel Crowley up for his warning by complimenting the colors of the nebula first. People pleaser already, I see.

- The opening: that bit where they separate. They’re on the wrong sides. Then they move past each other to the right sides. Then they separate backwards to the wrong sides again, and that’s when the bridge between planets behind them breaks apart. Pretty obvious visual representation of where they end the season, but I do have to wonder about the emerging “they swapped again” theory and if this back and forth motion could be pointing to that.

- Initial analysis about Maggie: cute as a button, blonde, runs a shop of antiques not particularly useful or lucrative in the modern world, formal style of writing, accommodating to the people around her (perhaps to excess), vintage aesthetic all the way around: immediate thought is that of course she’s a mirror to Aziraphale the same way Newton Pulsifer is. Let’s see where it goes.

- I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS SPY EXCHANGE ON THE BENCH BEFORE SHAX SHOWS UP. Also why aren’t we talking about Shax more??? She’s a delight! The way she’s absolutely befuddled by how humans outdo her at her own job, the weird strained but sort of mentor/mentoree and also informant relationship she has with Crowley, how she is also probably one of the best dressed in Hell without the smell and blemishes and obvious animal aspect…she’s fascinating and I can’t wrap my head around her. Is she supposed to be a dragon? I could deffo see dragon.

- “What’s the point of it all?” Oh Crowley. So correct.

- His hair matches her dress. Significant that they match??

- Half rations of what???

- The correction of the peas. I weep. Has the air of all the times Neil has probably been corrected about it on tumblr and elsewhere for the bread in the book XD

- There are a lot of Statues of Liberty in Nina’s coffee shop. Why??

- Initial analysis about Nina: cool, collected, blunt, friendly but not familiar, hipster vibes, popular store and business model without being a model business owner, seems like she has it all together but has a pretty big lingering anxiety in the form of a controlling relationship: perfectly fine mirror for Crowley, like Anathema Device. Continuing to see where it goes.

- John Hamm’s befuddled face is the highlight of his performance for me, bc he has such a commanding gregarious menace for playing Gabriel and it’s weird to see it replaced for just…gregarious :P

- I know this is a horrifying moment but can we take a moment to just appreciate the comedy of Aziraphale seeing Gabriel’s whole bare bottom before realizing whose bottom it is? Gosh and the hug. So awkward. (THE JIGGLE)

- John Finnemore also excels at writing idiots. Jimbriel has John’s fingerprints all over it. The conversation is golden.

- This conversation with Michael makes much more sense now tbh but. Want to talk about it in full later, when we have all the information.

- I’ve noticed it since we got promos but: Jimbriel using the angel wing mug and Aziraphale using the blue teacups just…strikes me. Could be because he’s having tea and not cocoa. But still. Hmm. Interesting.

- Aziraphale’s immediate panic over knowing what it’s like to be close to a person. Hmm. Yes. Quite. (And a moment to enjoy Gabriel, even in some pretty extreme amnesia, knowing Aziraphale is safe and will help him. Not so much warm fuzzies over GABRIEL knowing that as it is Aziraphale getting to HEAR that from someone who should by all accounts not feel safe with him at all. Guardian instincts being validated. This won’t backfire.)

- Listen maybe it’s just because I watched the Barbie movie the night before I watched GO2 but all I’m thinking when seeing Jimbriel is that his Kenergy is off the charts. And I know that basically just means he’s at peak himbo performance but Kenergy feels more appropriate right now. More introspections there later, I think.

- Formulating a thought about the box, about how it has very prominent double red arrows and “this way up” on it…and the instructions were on the bottom. Something something Heaven/Hell Gabriel/Beelzebub symbolism?? Foreshadowing for The Final Fifteen Minutes, maybe for season 3 itself????

- “You’re funny. I love you.” UH HEY JIMBRIEL. JIM CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT. GUYS CAN WE JUST. DISCUSS THE LAYERS OF THAT. Not here, obviously, but at some point.

- The thing about writing an idiot is that they have exactly the wrong intelligence for the situation at hand. It makes them very funny. Even more so when their intelligence actually happens to be helpful.

- THE FLYYYYYYY

- Muriel!

- Oof. Sexy Bentley animations.

- “Now that I’m not reporting to Heaven” INGRAINED BEHAVIORS THAT NEED ADDRESSING, PERHAPS?

- I feel like we don’t talk about “six shots of espresso” enough. I realize it’s been like two days and there’s a lot going on but SIX. SHOTS. OF. ESPRESSO. CROWLEY. It expressly does not calm him down. Oh hey instrumental Bohemian Rhapsody!

- I paused just to fully take in the affronted look on Crowley’s face at “naked man friend” XD

- Crowley downs six shots of espresso in one go and then comes face to face with the exact being of his worst nightmare. No wonder he blows a literal lightning gasket.

- Aziraphale knows about Shax. Interesting.

- Ask him properly? Interesting turn of phrase. And Crowley leaps in immediately between them. Of course he does. Ask him properly meaning be threatening about it this time, I suppose?

- I. AM. DUSTING. ITS YELLOW. HHHHHGK.

- Crowley solution: get rid of the problem, run from it. Get away from it. Aziraphale solution: confront the problem, solve the problem, go charging into the helping of the problem. Hmm. Interesting.

- The whole “our exactlies are not the same exactly” IIIIINTERESTING.

- “I thought we carved it out for OURselves.” “SO DID I.” Y’all I cannot WAIT for the parallel gif sets. This conversation, the bandstand, the sidewalk, and The Final Fifteen Minutes. Phew. Knockout parallels.

- That was a surprisingly petulant lightning strike tbh

- Michael and Uriel sniping at each other. Somehow love it. BUT ALSO. This conversation has so many damn LAYERS now!! Heck!!!

- The floating armchair. Heck yeah.

- The distance between Muriel and the archangels, the way they talk down to her so thoroughly…heck.

- Like how the Resurrectionist matchbox has the skull and crossbones but also the Bible verse on the side. The two halves of the sign, brought together.

- MORE FLIESSSSSS

- Beelzebub’s tactic for trying to get Crowley to help find Gabriel is…interesting. I might have to make a whole separate post to analyze this scene. The matching chairs, the determined way Beelzebub’s pursuit of the hunt isn’t immediately suspicious, the flattery, but most importantly, it’s getting its own bullet point:

- The way Beelzebub shares the bit about Extreme Sanctions and how that is enough to flip Crowley’s Protect Aziraphale switch. He’s on the hook, because now there are actual stakes.

- I wonder, though, at how I didn’t immediately catch that Michael saying “anyone found HELPING him” was said. Anyone caught helping Gabriel. Why would helping an archangel be cause for Extreme Sanctions?? Surely it would be a good thing for anyone, even Aziraphale, to have kept a vulnerable Gabriel safe all this time. I’m chalking it up to first time watching excitement and sleep deprivation but huh. HUH.

- Anyway, back to Beelzebub; they immediately offer a reward to Crowley, a carrot instead of the stick. And Duke of Hell is on the table. Interesting. Weird. And their wording is anyone “involved in the affair.” Very slightly different context. Wouldn’t give away that Heaven is indeed on a manhunt (angel hunt?), but not for the exact reason you would expect.

- I wonder about the temporal implications of being erased from existence. And how this very serious and apparently mythological mode of punishment is coming back in season 3. Hmm. Hmm hmm hmm.

- Also Beelzebub’s “report to me first” I SEE YOU NOW

- Nina and Maggie’s lock-in is…hmm. The “no judgement” about drinking thing strikes me as something someone with a very religious upbringing would say to a friend who drinks. Bit clunky, lot condescending. Interesting way to get to a segue.

- Good old fashioned lover boy better have an amazing comeback next season XD

- LOVE seeing the onscreen effects for the text messages, love the way they’re like crumpled up notes, love the immediate energy that brings to this already suspicious relationship. Sigh.

- I knew “I’m back” had petty marital bickering energy from the trailer but I HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH.

- Also brief moment of real sadness for how this is a rehash of “angel, I’m sorry, whatever I said, I didn’t mean it. Good? Yes? Get in the car.” Just smoothing over the rough patch so they can move on rather than. Yknow. Talking about it and fixing it.

- Also notice how the apology dance doesn’t actually involve saying “I’m sorry.” It’s more an admission of the other person’s intellectual or moral superiority. Which is. Funny! But also. Sad!

- Jim. Jim you were just outside earlier. Jim please.

- I notice the “little” miracle is done over the portal to heaven. Hmm. I thought at first maybe Jimbriel’s latent archangel abilities were at play but I much prefer the “together Crowley and Aziraphale are super powerful without meaning to be” interpretation, because it makes The Final Fifteen Minutes make SO much more sense.

- The miraculous plume is pink <33333

- The inherent comedy of “nobody will notice a thing!” *BLARING ALARMS* XD reminds me of “he’ll have an enormous hellhound with him! He’ll be easy to spot!” *cut to Dog* from season 1 :P

- Okay, final thoughts on this first rewatch: yeah the foreshadowing and scene-setting is impeccable. Great energy. Loving it! Picking up on so much more tiny hints and clues! Missing God’s narration but it really says a lot, actually, that She isn’t there anymore. No Agnes Nutter book for guidance, no scriptural references to necessitate God’s voice being present…different flavor.

Okay! Might do episode 2 tonight, as well, but I have Things to do first! We will see!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #gos2spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #time for the deep dive #me brains is marinated and I’m happyyyyyyy

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Group One [Part One]

Apparition Anonymous is a collection of fictional stories told from the POV of the Grim Reaper as they guide newly departed souls to the Afterlife. Enjoy, and thank you for reading.

Read the previous part.

It was the first time I had done group sessions. I always met with spirits one at a time. Sometimes they’d be at peace with being here, sometimes they wouldn’t. Some of these spirits would recount their physical life, and others would inquire about the things they could do and the places they could go as a spirit. Most of them only wanted to see their loved ones in the physical world again to ensure they’re doing alright without their parent, grandparent, sibling, friend, what have you.

A wide range of emotions always filled the space. Anger, sadness, confusion, relief, joy… sometimes, all of those emotions at once. This job wasn’t easy, and even though I couldn’t remember how I got to this point, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have met many wonderful spirits here.

I’ve helped many of them, too. At least, I believe I have.

After a session, spirits often decide what they want to do. They can come back for more sessions if they have more they want to share, or they can find their loved ones in the spirit world. In some cases, they stick around and mentor some of the other spirits who are scared about being here. We understand one another and work hard to help each other out. We’re a community that no one knows exists.

That reason is why I decided to try something new: group sessions called Apparitions Anonymous. I wasn’t entirely sure how it was going to go. The first session would be awkward, for sure. If any spirits clashed in personality, that would be another problem. But, I was going to have to wait and see how it all played out.

The clock on the wall turned yellow, signaling to me that the spirits were waiting. My time alone was running out. I decided to let them all in before the clock officially began so we could try to get through our introductions.

Two men and a woman entered. The woman was much older than the two men. She was about 85 years old. One man was 52, and the other man was 27. It was a variety of spirits, to be sure, but each of them was eager to be guinea pigs and have a group session.

Although, I knew the young boy was afraid of me and didn’t want to be in a session alone with me. I was sure it was due to the rumors from the physical world. Unless they were already at peace with their passing, every spirit that entered here assumed I was the bad guy.

“Welcome,” I said, watching the three spirits sit down at a large, round table. I set four cups of tea on the surface of the table. “Thank you for wanting to join this group session. It’s something new I’m testing out when helping spirits cross to the other side.”

“You mean we’re not there yet?” the young boy asked.

“No, you are,” I replied. “But sometimes it’s not always easy for spirits to get accustomed to this form. These sessions are to help you talk through whatever you need to get off your chest. It could be telling a story from your physical life, such as recounting memories. It could be the reason you’re here. Maybe there are some things you don’t quite understand about why you’re here or what to do next.” I sat down in my seat, watching them all nod their heads. “So, do any of you want to start the conversation?”

There was silence at first. Briefly, I wondered if this was going to work at all. When I had one-on-one sessions, the spirit almost always began the conversation right away. They already knew what they wanted to say. Now, if they had anything to say, it wasn’t just to me; it was also to an audience.

But before I could speak up again, the boy slowly raised his hand. “I just want to say that I’m scared to be here.”

“Scared about what?” the old woman piped up. “Do you know where you are?”

The boy stared at her, horrified. He slouched back in his chair as though he was afraid he had said something wrong, even though there was no malicious intent in the woman’s tone.

The young boy answered anyway. “Um… I don’t really know where I am. All I know is that I’m dead.”

“You’re at peace,” the woman said.

The boy tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Peace? That’s not a place.”

“It doesn’t have to be. It can be whatever or wherever you want it to be. The point is, you’re at peace,” she replied.

The boy looked at me as though he expected me to say something.

The thing was, the elderly woman wasn’t wrong. She was correct that they were all at peace. What she failed to mention was that not everyone realized it right away. It took some spirits a long time to realize what their peace was.

For this woman, it seemed as though death was her peace.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” now it was the man’s turn to join in on the conversation. “Can’t you see how young this boy is? Surely, he can’t find his peace here. Not yet.”

“What peace?” the boy questioned. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“It’s nothing tangible, son,” the man replied gently. “It’s something you feel.”

“Do you feel it?”

“Not quite. I know it’s coming, though.”

“Excuse me,” the woman said softly. She looked at the boy in the eyes. “How did you die, my dear?”

The boy drew in a sharp breath, sitting up taller in his seat. “Well, I…” he glanced at me again, and I nodded. Whatever reassurance he needed, I’d give it to him.

“I was in a car accident,” he explained. “I don’t remember much of it other than someone slammed into me head-on. I’m not sure if it was my fault or not. I’m not even sure if anyone else… well, you know… died.”

I knew the answer to that. He was the only one who died, or else I would have brought him here with another spirit. The boy did not cause the accident; someone else did. They had run a red light. The cars did not crash head-on, but the oncoming car slammed directly into the boy’s driver's side, killing him instantly. The whiplash had snapped his neck.

It was always fascinating listening to a spirit recount their final moments before death, or the act of them dying. The memory was always skewed. The mind did that sometimes. If it was too traumatic, then the brain remembered it differently. If they were in denial about it then the brain remembered it differently. In some cases, the story of their death was vastly different from how it actually occurred. In other cases, the story was slightly off.

Then, of course, you have the ones who recount their deaths spot-on. I once had a woman so excited about how she died from a car accident because she enjoyed physics and was fascinated about how the cars reacted upon impact.

My point was everyone was different. I never interfered with their retelling, though. It wasn’t my place to correct them, but to help them come to terms with what happened to them. I was there to help them find their peace and figure out how to rest if they hadn’t already done so.

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sophiagrimes · 5 months

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the monster of the week campaign that my friend is keeping takes place in 1992, on an island called point au faire! here is my character :)

courtney andrea miller - the snoop - she/her - 25

BACKSTORY:

lived in a town called little hammock on an island off the coast of louisiana called point au faire as a child. plenty of friends, close with a few cousins. they had all heard stories of ghosts and creatures lurking in the night, but they never thought much of it. it was just life. they were like 10.

courtney is 13 when her best friend, joanna, goes completely missing. last seen leaving the library alone one night and never made it home, no body ever located. no foul play suspected. courtney cannot accept this and goes around town to try and investigate on her own but people are obviously reluctant to give a 13 year old too much information. the most she discovers is that joanna was talking to herself the last time anybody saw her. when courtney is 14, barely a year later, her parents decide to move to dallas.

she lives a normal enough life from then on and goes to college in san antonio, then transfers to arizona. started off as a blogger and print journalist. does “get to know me’s” for local names such as small business owners, popular coaches, local record breakers, etc. she’s always kept a goal of getting into investigative journalism but people are reluctant to hire her. she begins to go by “andy” in her articles to be taken more seriously. slowly begins to become more popular in texas, and she meets her boyfriend mark. he’s 3 years older than her and his dream is to write movies. promises of money take her to hollywood very briefly, she rubs elbows with paparazzis, and gets into slightly invasive celebrity journalism for a pinch.

her dream is to SHOCK PEOPLE. shes always been unassuming, able to get close without being noticed unless she wants to be noticed. she likes putting out celeb gossip and being praised for her nosiness. this same dream and her childhood history drives her to stay updated on anything supernatural she hears about. she keeps this mostly secret, but if she can find time to talk to a man about a “ufo” he swears he saw or a woman who claims her bakery is haunted, she’ll do it. even if she’s laughed at for it.

she gets a call one day that her aunt denise passed away and allotted in the will that courtney would inherit her house. she agrees to go back south and deal with that and other estate affairs. having just been assigned two student mentees (glorified temp assistants, her boss says) and not wanting to lose the opportunity to be a good mentor, and having good money saved from past projects, she negotiates bringing the temps with her and insists they’ll do some kind of work when in town.

(the students are both 22, a girl named heather and a boy named zack. heather is a staunch skeptic of the paranormal. zack believes in all of it. they both HATE courtney’s boyfriend)

(mark thinks her job is silly, believes shes wasting her time with celebs and now with ghosts. he wants to get married but she keeps coming up with reasons not to.)

nobody on the island calls her andy, she’s just courtney. she has a few old friends who still live in town and one of her distant cousins, a man her age named steven, is also there. she ropes him into helping go through denise’s house even tho he initially refused to do so. he’s denise’s stepson. her assistants fumble when remembering to call her courtney and it makes other hunters roll their eyes from time to time.

from her aunt’s house she takes a long haired old cat named zoë, a smith & wesson revolver, and a pendulum in a dusty velvet bag. having also brought a brand new digital camcorder, a film camera, a tape recorder, and electromagnetic field detector (from zack), she’s confident she can unlock some mysteries and possibly get her big break in her old hometown.

MORE DETAILS:

- you can talk to her for 10 minutes, lovely conversation, you think she’s so nice… then she walks away and you realize you didnt really learn anything about her. she had YOU talking and telling her stuff the whole time.

- shes afraid of heights

- despite being left the house, her and her assistants are staying in a motel in town

- courtney’s parents had a second child when she was 16, a girl named anna. she doesn’t see her sister much besides holidays & birthdays but does love her lots. slightly resentful of the fact that they didnt give her a sister when she was younger and needed somebody to be close with during the move, she feels slightly replaced as a child because she’s so much older, but keeps this to herself and says its fine shes a grownup its fine

#ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT HER #I WANT TO CHARACTERIZE HER SOME MORE #i love her already :) havent gotten to play her yet but im excited #txt #courtney

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thelovelymissbigbadwolf · 9 months

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Angeal and his grandma mentality

After long three hours dealing with paperwork after his shift was over, all Zack wanted was some rest, some good, well deserved rest, and for that he first passed by Angeal's apartment to pick up his children he had left with Angeal for him to tend while he was working.

"Hey, man. Sorry it took so lo— WHAT THE HELL?!" Zack looked at the sheer chaos his mentor's house was in. Vanitas was running around playing Nerf while his brother Sora who was building targets with his new gigantic Lego set and Angeal was sitting down by Xion who was playing restaurant with him... Thing is... None of this toys belonged to his kids before he left to work.

"Dad, dad! Check it out!" Vanitas managed to shoot Zack right between his eyes with his Nerf.

"Ow— what the... Who the heck gave you these?!" Zack asked while looking at the clearly expensive Nerf.

"Look daddy! I made a gun out of Lego! Pew pew!" Sora said excitedly, the little boy with brown hair and blue eyes had the most excited of looks on his face.

"The hell..." Zack looked at it and at the giant box it came in. "What the— that set's expensive as hell!" He said completely dumbfounded.

"Daddy! Here!" The little girl with black hair and blue eyes, Xion, approached his father with plastic cookies. "For you!"

"Oh, uh, thanks sweetie." He took the plastic toy, looking not only at the little toy oven, but the entire kitchen set. "Hm, delicious, hunny." Zack said while glaring at his mentor who was clearly responsible for this and was purposefully avoiding to look at Zack.

"It's a hundred gil!" She raised her hand towards Zack with a big smile, albeit missing a tooth.

"Wait— you teeth fell?!" Zack kneeled and looked at his daughter's mouth.

"I fell and broke my teeth! So uncle Angie bought me a kitchen!" She then ran to hug Angeal, who tried to keep his stern face. "Thank you, uncle Angie!" Xion sweetly said.

"Y-you're welcome, Xion." Angeal said trying to keep his cool, though Zack's death glare wasn't helping.

"Alright, why don't you kids go get your stuff while I talk to uncle Angie?" Zack said trying to keep calm.

Once the children left, Angeal stood up.

"Alright, I can explain—" Zack interrupted him.

"WHY?! JUST— WHY ON EARTH?! THAT NERF'S OVER TWO THOUSAND GIL, THE KITCHEN SET OVER A THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED AND THE LEGO'S ALMOST TEN THOUSAND!" Zack yelled completely out of his mind.

Angeal looked away. "... They said they wanted it..."

"And because of that you thought it was reasonable to buy them all those expensive toys?!"

Angeal kept quiet for a moment. "They played dirty, they kept making puppy faces for me..."

"OF COURSE THEY WOULD! Why didn't you keep firm?!" He looked at the expensive sets. "You always complained I was financially irresponsible, but who, between the two of us, spent over twelve thousand Gil on toys because the children said they wanted it?" Zack asked with a serious tone. "I'm not angry you bought them toys, just why such expensive ones?! They understand the concept of 'not worth the price', why didn't you just explained it to them?!"

"Oh, grow up, I told you already the moment these children would be under my supervision I would spoil them rotten." Angeal scolded Zack.

"YOU DON'T SPEND TWELVE THOUSAND GIL ON A MONTH, YET THE FIRST MOMENT I LET YOU ALONE WITH MY KIDS YOU SPENT IT NO TROUBLE!" Zack scolded him back. He took a deep breath to calm down. "Look, I know you love them, but when you want to gift them toys, try first seating down and talk to them about looking for something more reasonably priced. They can accept a 'no', you know?"

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't say yes in a heartbeat." Angeal replied without even thinking twice.

Zack sighed frustrated, he looked to the side and saw his kids eavesdropping, Vanitas left the room closing the door behind him, he walked towards Zack and gave him his Nerf.

"Here. I don't want it." Vanitas said with a calm look.

"Now look what you've done!" Angeal complained to Zack.

"Shut it." Zack said sternly to Angeal, he then turned his gaze towards Vanitas and kneeled to his level. "Why are you giving me this?" He calmly asked his son.

"I don't want uncle Angie to go broke because of toys." Vanitas said seriously, Zack had to hold back his laughter. Vanitas then turned to Angeal and pointed at him. "He needs his retirement home money." Vanitas said innocently.

Zack couldn't take, he started rolling on the ground laughing at Vanitas downright calling Angeal OLD without even thinking twice, while Angeal himself was there dumbfounded at being called old by the kid.

"... I'm just nine years older than your father, Vanitas." Angeal said serious.

"... Old." The little boy calmly replied.

#ff7 #zack fair #ccff7 #ccff7r #fanfiction #ff7r #angeal hewley #kh vanitas #kh xion #kh sora #yes this is a crossover

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zapiarty · 4 months

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6, 7, 8, 15 for your new dragonborn

Dunno which set so doing all of them for Athear.

6. If they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like? Stars and galaxies trapped in resin. Athear is a lover of the stars given her name.

6. What is their favorite childhood memory? Cuddled up with her two sisters and brother, coming up with Clutchnames for each other in the middle of the night. Athear is very fond of hers, and has mourned the fact that she’s not been called it since she became a bard and left home for good. Though just asking anyone to call her “Starshine” feels wrong so she hasn’t told a soul (yet).

6. Which companion are they platonically close with? Gale for the moment, but Karlach once I get there too. It’s early in the run and as a Dragonborn who has not had a Clan since she reached maturity, she’s got a mix of “making a New Clan” for herself but also being realistic in that not everyone is going to stay. For instance, she knows Shadowheart is leaving, as will Lae’zel, so investing too much now will only hurt later. Gale is the most friendly but also shockingly the most tight lipped about anything of consequence, which annoys Athear. Though she’s not one to really talk.

7. Do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)? Absolutely gems. Though she’s had to sell the few they’ve found so far (and lost her previous hoard to the illithid). Once they’ve got better gear and a steady supply of food, she’ll start keeping them for herself again.

7. What circumstances led to them becoming their Class/Subclass? Athear was supposed to be a warrior. She was the biggest of the clutch, larger even than her brother, and so her youth was spent training. She didn’t love it. She did it because it was what the Clan asked for, but when she was by herself or only with her siblings, she played tunes and came up with lyrics on the spot to entertain her siblings or just herself. It was a secret. Then, just before she reached maturity, she met a human bard not terribly older than her. The woman travelled in search of great valour to record, and travelled with a group of adventurers. She told Athear that she had music in her soul, and she should embrace all it could offer. Athear wanted it like nothing else. More even than pleasing her parents and her Clan. Her siblings were the only ones who supported her (though not too openly) and so Athear left home and cast off her Clan name. She joined the bard, who became the first best friend she had in another species, and they travelled for a time while Athear was making a name for herself. Once she was set, the two split ways with a promise to see each other again someday. Athear thinks of her on occasion, and wonders what tales she’s seen since. Her subclass of College of Valour was partially inspired by her bard-mentor but also because it utilized some of the skills she learned in her youth.

7. Romantically close with? Astarion, although she’s trying to be cautious about it. She’s noticed he sort of flirts without meaning, and when she tried to respond the first time he hesitated so she played it off as a joke, which made things more awkward. She really wants to get closer to him though, and it definitely helped that he was also admiring the stars she loves.

8. If either, are they part of the Astarion/Gale book club (magic & literature) or the Wyll/Shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)? Reading too much strains her eyesight, but she does like being read to. Oral stories are her bread and butter after all. She’s fine with either book club and really it’s a matter of who is in the mood to indulge her and read aloud.

8. Did they have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single? Athear has been of an age of maturity for five years, and traveling around for nearly all of it. While she is disgusted by the common ‘horny bard’ trope, she has been around a bit if only to see what it was like. It hasn’t been with many; a human who had a thing for her scales, a Tiefling who made her actually enjoy it more than she thought, and a half-drow. She hasn’t found any love that rivals her love of music or the stars, at the moment. Athear is fine being currently single. And open to the possibility of something happening. She’s very grateful she doesn’t blush however, because Astarion’s voice can rile her up.

8. Who are they suspicious of? In general, everyone at first although she hides it with bard friendliness. Currently she’s suspicious of Shadowheart, who frankly over reacted to a single conversation with Gale. Though Gale later told her about needing magic artifacts to feed on and that’s also suspicious. Athear wonders if EVERYONE in her party (new clan) has some big terrible secret.

15. What is the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu? (I’ll get back to this, I admit I haven’t read it…)

15. What motivates them to either embrace or resist the tadpole? Having the power to get what she wants without lifting a claw is addictive. But if it means sacrificing her identity as a Dragonborn she doesn’t want it. She’s already given up her Clan, she can’t bare the thought of losing another piece of herself.

15. What NPC do they like? Which one do they dislike? She is fond of the Tiefling Blacksmith, Dammon. He’s level headed, reliable, and may look a bit like the Tiefling she is most fond of in her memories of the handful of one-night stands.

#bg3 #bg3 asks #baldurs gate 3 #Athear

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ladylynse · 2 years

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Chapter 10 [FF | AO3] of Revision: Maddie can’t deny it any longer. If ectoplasm can become blood, there’s more to this story than she ever realized.

Beginning | Previous

-|-

Time stretched.

Stopped.

Snapped back into place.

Slowed again.

At some point, Maddie realized that Alicia had given her another cup of coffee—already sweetened—even though Maddie couldn’t remember drinking the first. A piece of rhubarb crumble sat in front of her, heaped with an extra helping of the caramelized sugar and oat topping. The plate by Alicia had been pushed aside in favour of the local newspaper and was empty but for a few streaks of sticky pink, the odd rolled oat, and her fork.

Maddie wasn’t aware that she’d made any sound, but Alicia glanced in her direction. “You holding up? You can talk to me if you’re ready.”

“I’m fine,” Maddie said, but even as the lie passed her lips, she was reminded again of how often she’d heard that from Danny.

Had she gotten the habit from him without realizing it?

“I’ll be fine.” The correction didn’t have as much strength behind it as she wished it would. “I’m just….” She let the sentence die, but Alicia nodded.

She still understood Maddie better than Maddie understood her. Or Danny. Or Jazz.

Maddie licked her lips, but her entire mouth felt dry. She took another sip of coffee. “So you know about Danny. And…and Phantom.”

Alicia folded the paper and set it aside. “Saw it with my own eyes. Didn’t ask for an explanation; didn’t really need one, even if there had been time. My priority was to help them, not question them.”

“Right, of course. But you….” How could she say this? “You always thought the same as Mom and Dad. That I was throwing my life away by studying the paranormal.”

Alicia arched an eyebrow. “Don’t you go putting words in my mouth. What you did with your life was always your business as far as I was concerned. I was happy for you when you got accepted into that program of yours, you’ll recall. So was Mom. She didn’t burn that cake on purpose.”

“But you still…. You never used to believe in ghosts.”

“People are allowed to change what they believe.” The response was dry, but Alicia had a hint of a teasing smile on her face. “Or are you gonna try to tell me that you believe exactly what you believed about ghosts before any of this happened?”

“I’m not, I just—” Maddie raked a hand through her hair. “Vlad’s the same way. He’s like Danny, I mean. There was an accident back in college, something that had Vlad in the hospital for months. You might remember me telling you about it. Jack and I had known it was bad, and we’d tried not to take it to heart when Vlad said he didn’t want to see us, but—” She shook her head. “We didn’t realize what had happened then. We didn’t realize what happened to Danny when it somehow happened again. I don’t know about Danielle, but—”

“But you know now,” Alicia interrupted, “and you’re acting accordingly. You’re changing your approach based on what you’ve discovered. Scientific method, isn’t it?”

Maddie gave her sister a weak smile she wasn’t really feeling, though she doubted it was enough to fool Alicia. “Yes, I’m trying, but this entire thing with Vlad— He says Danny won’t accept him as a mentor, so he’s been playing the part of the villain to help Danny learn the things he needs to know. Danny’s never liked Vlad since they met. Jazz was pragmatic for a while before she dropped all sense of subtlety about it, too, and I know it has to do with the enmity Vlad has fostered between them, but I don’t—”

“Take a breath. We’ve got time to talk.”

Maddie did as instructed, taking a moment to try to organize her thoughts. “I don’t know what came first. What sparked the animosity. Danny’s worry about Vlad is real, but I don’t know if there’s more behind it than what Vlad told me. I wanted to talk to them both going forward, to help Jack and I learn, but Danny’s reaction to that bug—”

He’d recognized it as Vlad’s technology as readily as she had, and he hadn’t even had the luxury of seeing it intact.

It begged the question of how often he—or possibly Tucker—had dismantled or straight up destroyed something similar.

“Ask him once he’s back. That’s the simplest.”

“He wanted to leave Vlad out of it.”

“That was before he knew how involved Vlad was.”

“But I don’t know—”

“And you still won’t have a hope of knowing until you hear both sides of it,” Alicia cut in. “If you ask and Danny decides to tell you, then it should be a little easier to figure out then, don’t you think? Since Vlad’s told you his side, now you need to listen to Danny’s, not just Jazz’s version of it. You might not be the only one he’s keeping secrets from. If he was so ready to be open about all of this, he might have told you and Jack everything before this ever happened. But he wasn’t ready, and he didn’t, so here we are.”

If only Danny had told them, if only she’d known, if only she could turn back the clock and make another choice—

But he hadn’t told them when he’d had the opportunity—because surely, at some point, there must have been even a single moment where he’d considered telling them; the thought that there hadn’t been only made her feel ill—and she hadn’t stopped what she’d been doing when she’d had Danielle in the lab with her even though she’d had the opportunity.

Maddie swallowed, but she knew Alicia raised fair points. What ifs aside, it was highly unlikely that Jazz knew everything, and if Sam and Tucker had been able to fill in the missing pieces, wouldn’t they have at least told Jazz once Danny had disappeared?

There were still things she didn’t know.

There were things she might never know.

“You’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Now eat your crumble or you’re cleaning out the spittoon Jasper uses when he’s over visiting while I eat your crumble; maybe that’ll keep you out of your own head for a bit.”

Maddie snorted, but she picked up her fork and let the sweetened tartness of the crumble fill her mouth.

-|-

Danny had told her to punch in the date of their parents’ wedding for the override code, but he had failed to tell her which format to use. Jazz cursed under her breath as she started for a third time, this time putting the year first. If she went through all this and it turned out that Tucker had used the wrong day….

The computer let out a series of beeps but didn’t light up. That was more than it had done before, but it wasn’t any proof that the override was working. Jazz tapped her Fenton Phone to switch the transmitter back on. “Tuck, if I’ve got in your override code, is there any easy way to bring up the display?”

There was a beat of silence before, “Wait, you only tried the override now?”

“Yeah, because it’s something you forgot to tell me about. Danny told me.”

“You spoke to—”

“—heard from—”

“—Danny?”

Jazz wasn’t entirely surprised Sam had jumped into the conversation. “He’s okay. So is…our cousin.” The words felt like a lie, and it had been so long since she’d had any reason to lie to Sam or Tucker. “Sorry, I was going to tell you after I got this going. He’s not in the Ghost Zone, but Dad still is, and Vlad’s definitely pulled something. I just don’t know what. That’s one of the reasons I need to break everything he’s trying and you need to keep your eyes peeled.”

They’d want to keep asking her questions—how could they not? She would if their situations were reversed—but they knew enough to focus on the task at hand first. Tucker took a bit of time to collect himself and then started talking her through things. She had to get him to clarify whenever he described something she didn’t see, and then she’d have to tell him what was in front of her, and the process was not short.

Still, she didn’t realize how long everything was taking until she heard Vlad’s voice coming from directly behind her. “Got a little lost on your way to the kitchen, did you?”

Jazz’s shriek was not dignified, and the pained hisses in her ear from Tucker and Sam meant it had sounded entirely too piercing to them, but it had been a rough couple of days. They wouldn’t blame her. “Don’t act like you’re surprised,” she groused. She’d leave the transmitter on in case Vlad decided to try something else; might as well give Sam and Tucker as good an idea of what was happening to her as she could. “Danny’s secret is out, your secret is out, Mom and Dad will figure out what the truth means sooner rather than later, and suing you for patent infringement is the least they’ll do once the restraining order is in place.”

Vlad let out another world-weary sigh, and he moved to put the plate of omelet he was holding onto one of the work benches. Jazz kept her back to the computer and braced herself against the console with both arms, wanting to make his touching it as inconvenient as possible even if he tried to sneak around her with an invisible clone. As long as she was wearing the Spectre Deflector, he couldn’t stand in the same place she was occupying any more than he could overshadow her.

That was assuming he hadn’t already been countering everything she’d done before ever making her aware of his presence, of course, and it wasn’t an assumption she was sure she could make. For all she knew, he wouldn’t even have needed to use the same console to override her. She doubted Vlad did much without having a backup in place—Danny was too good at destroying his first attempts for Jazz to think he hadn’t learned if it wasn’t something he’d been doing all along—and even with Tucker talking her through things, she wasn’t confident that she would have noticed Vlad doing something right under her nose.

Not that she’d bother accusing him of this. She wouldn’t even get any satisfaction out of it. He’d deny it, just like he denied everything else, and she wouldn’t believe him because he hadn’t given her any reason to believe him.

There was absolutely no part of her that trusted Vlad, and that was not going to change.

That ship had sailed even before she’d pretended to run away to him and he’d tried to have her fight her brother to the death.

Of course, he wouldn’t necessarily have needed to counter her right now as long as he’d stood there and watched and listened long enough to figure out what she’d done.

She might have shown him enough of Tucker’s override for him to work out how to undo everything the moment she walked away. If he found a way to counter it, Tucker would have to start from scratch, and whatever Vlad had sent after Danny and his friend, after Maddie, after Jack—

“Just for a moment,” Vlad said without flinching under Jazz’s steely stare, “let us entertain the notion that I really am as terrible as you think.”

“Sure, since you are.”

“Do you truly believe your parents would win a court case against me?”

“Seems pretty open and shut to me. We’ve got multiple records of original blueprints that you stole, Danny will have ample proof of—”

“Beyond a reasonable doubt is a higher bar to clear than you think, I suspect, and—quite frankly—I would be able to invest more in my case than they could in theirs. You aren’t the first person to threaten to take me to court—”

“No surprise there. I’m not convinced you’re half as good at managing your business as you pretend.”

“—and I know the system. If I wanted to—and if you were somehow able to convince your parents of your delusions about me to the point that they were foolish enough to follow through—I could easily financially destroy you.”

“Do you seriously think any of this is helping your case right now?” With any luck, Tucker had figured out a way to record this. Vlad’s words wouldn’t be loud, but he was close enough to her that Jazz hoped her mic would pick him up.

“I’m not saying I would—”

“Except you would. Without hesitation or remorse.”

“Jasmine, please. I’m merely pointing out that doing something so drastic would be a mistake.”

“And that doesn’t sound like a threat to your ears? You’re further gone than I’d thought.”

“None of this is a threat,” Vlad said, his voice flattening into something more of tried patience than anything else. “Now are you going to keep making baseless accusations or are you going to eat your breakfast?”

“Let him think he won for now,” Tucker’s voice whispered into her ear. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and he won’t figure out what you did.”

Jazz wasn’t about to bet on that, but she swallowed back her protests nonetheless. Baseless accusations, my foot. More likely than not, Vlad was betting that she’d figured out some way to record their conversations and was trying to appear all nice and sane instead of showing his true colours.

This was not paranoia.

Not when Vlad was involved.

Jazz held her glare for a beat longer before moving away from the computer console and picking up the plate Vlad had left for her. The food looked like it had come straight out of a restaurant—not something she’d put past him, frankly—and smelled heavenly. The plate was surprisingly warm in her hands, so she knew the omelet wouldn’t have gone cold in the meantime, but— “How do I know this isn’t drugged?”

“You would have known if you’d come to the kitchen when I’d made it instead of sneaking back to my lab to try to sabotage my search and rescue efforts,” Vlad said dryly, “but if you prefer, I can eat a few bites of that one or you can make your own.”

Jazz scowled. “Let’s just go back to the kitchen.”

She might not have done any good, but she’d tried. If she could at least keep her eyes on this Vlad, even if she couldn’t track his clones, hopefully she’d have done enough to help Danny.

-|-

Danny’s return was almost as unexpected as his leaving.

Alicia had coaxed Maddie into baking cookies—not that it had taken much coaxing, even after Maddie had realized Alicia’s pointed suggestions were more to ground her sister than to give her nephew something sweet to eat. Still, being otherwise distracted, she’d yelped when she’d turned to grab a bit more flour and saw her son standing by the fridge, watching her in silence. Maddie took some small measure of comfort in seeing her sister pointedly relax and roll her shoulders; Alicia had been just as startled by Danny’s appearance, whatever she might pretend.

If acceptance of, well, all of this, meant there was a bit of a learning curve even though you pushed through it, it gave Maddie some hope that this might not all be too little, too late.

“They’ll be chocolate chip,” Maddie offered with a nod at the bowl.

“Cookies aren’t going to fix this, Mom.”

The words hurt more than she wanted to admit. “I’m not trying to fix everything with cookies, sweetie. I…. I know it won’t be that easy.” She was afraid to call this a peace offering, even if that was what it had become, for fear that he wouldn’t touch them once they were baked as a consequence. “They’re just cookies.”

Danny shrugged instead of answering and moved to sit down at the table by his aunt.

Maddie swallowed and plunged her hands back into the cool dough, churning in the chocolate chips as if making the perfect cookie were indeed the start of fixing this mess of her own making. “Was everything all right?” The cheerfulness in her voice sounded false even to her own ears. “Nothing unexpected?”

“Vlad hasn’t found us yet,” Danny said flatly. “Doesn’t mean he won’t, but Dani’s still safe for now. I didn’t find anything else around here when I looked, but that’s not a guarantee there isn’t something. Jazz is going to try to keep him at bay, though.”

Jazz.

Meaning he’d spoken to his sister.

He hadn’t done so earlier; she was sure of that. Maddie wasn’t convinced Jazz would have contemplated going to Vlad at all if she’d had an inkling of Danny’s true whereabouts.

Well.

That wasn’t quite true.

It was entirely too likely that Jazz would have pointed her in one direction and gone to confront Vlad on her own.

Maddie swallowed and picked up the ice cream scoop in preparation of placing perfectly sized balls of dough onto the cookie sheet. Alicia, aside from an interested hum that meant she was listening, was once again doing her best impression of a lump on a log. She might be talkative enough when it was just the two of them, but she was perfectly content to let Maddie tackle this conversation with her son on her own.

“Are you willing to tell me what happened between you and Vlad?”

Danny snorted. “What didn’t happen between us? He’s messed up. I’ve known that since we met at your reunion, and that first impression has not improved. It’s actually gotten worse. Look, whatever Jazz said, whatever you think, the truth is worse. I haven’t even told Jazz everything he’s done. I never figured out how to tell her. Even Sam and Tucker….” Danny shook his head, and Maddie’s heart sank.

Danny had stopped confiding in her and Jack, but until recently, she’d hoped he was at least confiding in his friends.

Having confirmation that he’d stopped before now—

No. She could be methodical about this and not jump to conclusions before she had all the facts. She’d been doing too much of that of late as it was. “Could you give me an example?” She kept working as she talked. Three evenly spaced balls of soon-to-be cookies stood proudly in a row across the short end of the tray. Maddie grabbed another spoonful of dough, rolled it between her palms, and started down the long side.

Danny glanced at Alicia this time before looking back at Maddie. “You’ve already seen the best example I can give you.”

The tracking device, he meant. Maddie grimaced. “I really don’t like the idea that you know Vlad’s technology from its parts.”

Danny blinked. “What?” The question sounded almost reflexive. Then, “Oh, right. Yeah. Not the first time I’ve seen one of those things. Probably won’t be the last. He chased us through time using one of those.”

He’d what?

“It’s just….” Danny leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “You remember that time it was just the two of us and we ended up by Vlad’s cabin in the woods?” He looked over at her again and must have seen the recollection of the time on her face because he continued, “That wasn’t bad luck or happenstance. I mean, I would’ve hoped that the gift baskets gave him away, but in case they didn’t? He orchestrated the entire thing. And that stunt is on the tamer side of what Vlad’s pulled.”

“He said—” She broke off at Danny’s sharp look, but Alicia was right. She needed to know both sides of this. “Vlad knows you don’t like him.”

“So?”

“He said that’s deliberate on his part.”

Danny frowned. “What, him being a creep?”

The dough she was rolling squished flat in her hands, and she had to start again. “No,” she said carefully. “He said you wouldn’t accept him as a mentor, so he’s taken up the role of villain to do what he can to help you learn how to handle everything.”

Danny laughed.

It wasn’t the gentle, carefree laughter it should be.

It was bitter, broken. Hard.

“Even if that’s the line he’s going with,” Danny said when that horrible laughter had died away, “anyone with sense would look at what he’s done and say he’s gone too far.”

Maddie opened her mouth to ask what exactly Vlad had done that Danny meant—the tracking device was unnerving, admittedly, if that was all it was, but it may not be unwarranted if it was more along the lines of an emergency transmitter than a tracker—when Danny added, “Did he say anything about Dani?”

“He said she wasn’t stable and that he’d tried to help her but couldn’t.” Wasn’t that what Vlad had said? Danielle had been to his lab, Maddie could remember that much for sure, and if she was still unstable, then it must mean Vlad hadn’t been able to help her.

“That’s a rich way of saying trying to melt her down didn’t get rid of her.”

Even Alicia couldn’t hide her sharp intake of breath at that. What had poor Danielle gone through before Maddie had captured her? Maddie could imagine a number of setups that might serve to force a ghost to shift form, and it wasn’t a stretch to think that something could be modified to force destabilization, but Danielle wasn’t simply a ghost.

The amount of energy that would have been needed to destabilize her human cells to the point that it mimicked melting—

It wasn’t something that would be accidental.

Mistakes could be made, of course. She knew that. Still, it wasn’t like Vlad to mess up his math, misread the power meter, or get his wires crossed (literally or figuratively). Of the three of them, he’d never been exceptionally careless. She’d gone over enough of his calculations in the past to know that he took pride in being precise.

Maddie picked up the ball of dough that had fallen back into the bowl and placed it onto the cookie sheet without perfecting it first. “Are you—?”

Danny levelled her with an icy glare, and the words died in her throat. “I’m sure.”

“But there could have been—”

“Mom. I know what I saw.”

She swallowed, nodded, and put the last ball of cookie dough on this tray.

She had to listen to him, not argue with him.

Whether or not there was still some mistake or misunderstanding or misremembered exaggeration could be cleared up later; as it was, Danny’s beliefs about what had happened couldn’t be clearer.

It made Maddie feel sick.

“Can you tell me what exactly happened?”

He shook his head. “Not until I talk to Dani. I don’t know how much she wants to tell you, and that would get to a point where I can’t be vague anymore.”

Alicia moved to stand by Maddie long enough to grab the full cookie sheet, replace it with an empty one, and murmur, “Since he’s talking about Vlad, ask how it started.”

Alicia had the cookies in the oven and the timer set before Maddie found her voice again. “How did everything start with Vlad? You said at the reunion—” She broke off. Jazz had also told her this had begun at that reunion, and she was starting to think she and Jack should have never attended. It had been so nice to catch up, but if Vlad—

If Danny—

“If you knew he was the same as you,” she started again, “wouldn’t that spark friendship and not animosity? I’m not trying to criticize your choices, really, I’m not, but having a mentor—”

“He doesn’t want to be my mentor,” Danny said, the fierceness in his voice enough to stay her hands from picking up a fresh scoop of cookie dough. “I mean, yeah, sure, I guess he technically does, but what he really wants is to have Dad out of the way. You have no idea how many times he’s asked me to renounce Dad and accept him as my father. Which is why the fact that Dad’s in the Ghost Zone right now is bad. Aside from the fact that you guys aren’t the most popular people in the Ghost Zone, Vlad has ghosts on his payroll. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

She knew what he was implying. She’d have been able to figure that out even if Jazz hadn’t expressed similar worries. But— “Vlad said he doesn’t have the resources—”

“Vlad lies,” interrupted Danny sharply. “Can you just take a minute and get that through your thick skull?”

“Tone,” Alicia said quietly, and Danny huffed out a breath.

“He lies,” Danny repeated, anger and frustration still tightening his words. “He will tell you what he thinks you want to hear and blithely deny whatever accusation you throw at him. He will take a situation and find some way to spin it so he doesn’t come off looking as bad as he is. I might not know what he was like twenty years ago, but I know what he’s like now, and I know that way better than you do.”

“I don’t mean to say that you don’t, but—”

“But you don’t want to believe me because I’m just a kid? Because he was your friend and you don’t want to think he’s this big of a creep? Or because he’s always really nice to you?”

Maddie sighed. “I’m still trying to understand, that’s all. I know it might not seem like it right now, but I’m trying.”

He didn’t glower at her and spit out so try harder.

He didn’t say anything at all.

She kept making cookies, hoping he’d break the silence.

In the end, she broke first, unable to take the building pressure of everything that was unsaid between them. In as neutral a tone as she could manage, she asked, “If you take a step back and look at the situation objectively, do you see even the possibility of truth in Vlad’s words? That he’s fostered this dislike—”

“Hatred.”

“—loathing, then, in a misguided attempt to help?”

Danny stared at her for a beat and then drew an invisible line in the air at his knees. “This right here? Where the line would be if someone was actually trying that. With the floor being normal people who don’t do that. Vlad?” He drew another line as high above his head as he could reach without getting up from his chair. “And that’s a conservative estimate. I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t learn a lot of my powers on the fly. I did. But Vlad doesn’t get credit for that when I’d been doing that before I met him.”

“Even if—”

“Mom.” He could put so much weight into that word. “I can put this a different way for you, okay?”

She nodded, grateful that he was willing to try.

“You know what you did to Dani.”

Ice filled her chest, her entire being, and brought her to stillness.

Danny’s words weren’t accusatory this time. They weren’t lobbed at her with enough force to make her crack, nor were they diamond hard or sharper than her scalpels. There was no poison in them. No promise of retribution.

Instead, they were a simple statement of fact, spoken with as much gravitas as Danny saying he was going to have cereal for breakfast again.

That made this worse, somehow.

“You didn’t know until after. Vlad knew from the very beginning.” The edge had crept back into Danny’s voice, bitter and building to blistering. “Would you go back, do that all again, and say it was to help her?”

“He wouldn’t have—”

“He. Knew.”

Maddie did not need Alicia’s warning look to keep her silence.

She wasn’t sure her mouth could form any words right now even if she had an idea of what she wanted to say.

Vlad had said that Danielle had come to him for help, but he hadn’t said what sort of help he’d given her.

She hadn’t asked.

She hadn’t thought their definition of help would differ that much.

“Just—” Danny blew out a breath. “Even if you don’t believe me because you think he’s fooled me—when you’re the one he’s fooling, by the way—don’t trust everything he says. And don’t trust him with anything important anymore. Can you at least do that?”

Maddie nodded.

There was no other answer to give.

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