#also could you just shut up forever about how much you hate all of humanity. your misandry is so fucking tiring and your high horse is ugly
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most of the time I'm normal. except for the times when I get consumed by almost otherwordly annoyance and animosity towards one of my coworkers. but other than that I'm normal
#nowe talks#fantasizing about telling ***** how much of an asshole she is almost daily probably makes me a bad person. but i cant help it. also idc#cw negative#cw vent#soooo tired of acting friendly with her at work. so tired#like girl i get that getting older as a woman in this shit excuse of a society that values looks over everything can be uncomfortable#but like. could you air your insecurities (thinly veiled as self deprecatory jokes) somewhere else youre killing the vibe#also can you stop putting other women your age down to make yourself feel better that would be great#also could you just shut up forever about how much you hate all of humanity. your misandry is so fucking tiring and your high horse is ugly#also could you stop making vaguely transphobic or just offensive jokes and calling it black humor#and then calling other people overly sensitive for not laughing. youre not that funny girl#ALSO shut up about how much you hate little kids shut UP it isnt funny#literally just shut up about everything forever. thank you
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this is a drama. i am the drama.
word count: 10.4k
WARNINGS: mentions of SA, mentions of sex trafficking, mild violence (all r kinda glossed over but still warning), Nonexplicit smut
summary: your soul drowns Tim, but he finds comfort in it.
The city of Gotham is not phased by much.
From the drug trafficking in the docks to the human trafficking happening under everyone's nose, the average citizen doesn't really care. Though, arguably, they do mind when their sleep is disturbed by the sound of racing cars— something else that isn't necessarily new in Gotham. However, there had been news that the racers were steering off into the city at night, so Tim finds himself in civilian clothes, holding up a pass to access the venue that the racers were using, stepping in past the loud noises and people screaming. Ah, he made it in time.
He's surprised to find actual racing cars— cars that look like they could be in a grand prix.
From the seats, he meets eyes with a racer. He can't tell anything, but from posture and body frame, a woman. Now that he looks at it, all the racers seem to be female-presenting. He turns down the drink offered by one of the men, striking up a conversation instead, batting his lashes at the man, hoping to seduce him in some way. He wore too much clothing to be able to do so with his body, but it was still worth a shot. He hates dressing up like this anyway.
"So, what's a goody two shoes like you doing here?" The man smiles, sliding an arm around his shoulder.
"A friend gave me his pass because I said I'd never watched a Gotham street race." He bats his lashes. (Hopefully the fake lashes Stephanie glued don't fall off. God, did he hate dressing as Caroline)
"Really? Usually we place our bets on a racer." He hums, waving a guy over, dropping a twenty in a box. "I'd recommend you vote for Spitfire, she's an oldie and usually wins."
"Who are the others?" Tim slips a twenty from the back of his phone, blinking at the other names.
The man chuckles. "Lightwing is another good contender. She's been around forever. But also, her vision is spotty from an accident last time, so she's not as popular as before."
Tim nods slowly, staring at the other two names. "Who's Moonknight and Aquastar?"
"Moonknight is making her debut tonight, but her test run streaks were pretty bad because she doesn't have as big of a team as the rest of them." The man waves his hand. "You don't need to bet on her, pretty girl." He grins toothily. "Oh, and Aquastar is a visiting racer from a nearby city. We usually have more racers, but Cardinal got suspended for going off the race tracks and breaking into Gotham two weeks ago."
Now that he thinks about it, all of the names were practically knockoffs of the vigilantes and heroes who protected the cities. Although, he's surprised the street racing had ended up this big without any of the bats shutting it down. Someone must have a hand somewhere. He just wonders if it's Hood or B. It could be neither for all he knows.
"How does one race?" Tim blinks at one car in particular. It looks too much like a batmobile for comfort.
"You'd have to talk to the racers for that."
"Ey, Chris, are you hitting on newbies again?" A woman walks up the stairs, shoving him to the side playfully, tilting her head at Tim.
"Oh, come on, Spitty. You know I only do that so I can collect profits when you win."
"Arguably," She tilts her head at Tim, pausing. "You should bet on Moonknight."
"A-ah?"
"If she wins," Spitfire smiles, "then you collect all the profits. It's only a twenty, after all."
Tim frowns.
"But there's also a tradition for newbies to bet on newbies." She laughs. "You never know. That girl's got more speed in her than Cardinal. She just refuses to tell people."
"What's the cash prize?" Tim raises a brow.
"Driver gets ten percent of the bet money on top of the two million that WE pours into the track." She pauses.
"WE pours money into this?"
"We're not sure why, but they have been for a while now. The whole race track was from them." Spitfire sighs. "It's an old story, so it's not that surprising anymore."
Tim glances at the car again, pausing. Ah. This was where Bruce tested out his batmobile by using other people. No wonder he didn't push anyone to check the driving out. If Bruce was testing out all of his vehicles here, then there was no way he'd want it to be shut down. It would explain why he handed him an access card without having him get one. Tim glances around to look for seating, and Spitfire notices.
"You wanna sit in the grandstands?" She smiles. "My treat."
"Really?" Tim puts the money into Moonknight's box. The woman was right. It's only a twenty. Worst case, he loses the money. Though, he wonders what kind of a racer would have a leading champion telling him to vote for her. "Oh, is there a reason all the racers are girl?"
"We tried co-ed racing for a while." Spitfire holds her hand out for Tim, and he takes it. "But the men would get too aggressive and lead to unnecessary accidents on the track. Our goal is to test out cars for our sponsors before they're taken onto the field."
"Is that why there's a pass to get in?"
"Yeah." She hums, pulling the door open. "Come on in."
"Spitfire, favoring a newbie?!"
"Spitfire, who do you think is going to win!"
The woman turns her head, smile on her lips. "Me, obviously."
But it proves wrong when Tim meets eyes with the same woman from the first time.
You stare into his eyes, white racing suit snug on your body, a look in your eyes he recognizes. Though, the longer you look at him, the more you seem to read him— as if his entire past were exposed in front of you at a table. There is a sort of darkness to both your eyes and hair, the stare of a thousand souls. He breaks eye contact first, waving goodbye to Spitfire as she hops back to her position, final checkups of the cars in progress as Chris asks him if he wants a drink. Tim waves him down, but he mentions a can of Zesti would be fine. Chris barely makes it back in time for the announcements.
Tim catalogs the majority of the announcements in, checking for their voice on his phone, blinking when he finds a lack of match for it. He'd ask Chris, but the man is practically leaning over on the stand, eyes glittering as the cars prepare to race. He stands up, cracking open his soda, blinking when the four racers seem to fly off, and his eyes glance at the big screen, camera flying after the cars.
Moonknight goes from second to third, and Spitfire goes from third to first. He doesn't have much faith in his twenty bucks, but he wonders if the batmobile would really be helpful in a race like this. It didn't—
Moonknight goes from third to first at the final moment, boosting past Spitfire and racing to first place as she makes it into the second lap. Tim pauses while recalling the batmobile, and he remembers the change he had made just a week ago on the car, letting it accelerate faster than the other cars. Seeing his own creation in action hits something in him, blinking as she swerves.
"Oh, I might actually lose my money today." Chris laughs. "I didn't think she'd be able to do it."
"Who is Moonknight?"
"She's a completely new racer. She's called Moonknight because he sponsor gave her a car that looks eerily like a batmobile every time. Though, her car is in light grey." Chris points. "I'll hand you the pamphlet later."
"Thank you." Tim mumbles, watching as Spitfire races neck to neck with Moonknight. Tim wonders if it's going to be a tie. Though, he did add something else to the car. Maybe Bruce told you, maybe not. If she manages to find it, she could win. Though, he's more curious to know if rocket boosters were technically allowed in a race like this. Who knows.
You grimace in the car, pressing a couple of buttons as your fingers brush over something new. You wonder if it's the self-destruction button that Batman had told you not to touch. Yet, you shrug it off, clicking it anyway, slamming back into your seat as you speed past Spitfire, breaking past the finish line, steering with one hand as you try and stop the rockets on your car, clicking on the screen, grimacing. You'd rather not call Oracle. Last time you did, she tried pulling your social security number on you, only to find a lack of one.
Your heart races in your chest as you press the button again, the rockets only growing stronger, and you groan as you type in a code you had memorized from the Batcave, successfully shutting down the systems on the car, turning it back into a regular vehicle. You don't know who invented that line of code, but god were you thankful that you memorized it. The car eventually slows, and you drift next to the other racers, parking successfully. You step out of the car, leaning on the door as it closes, the blood in your body flushing your skin.
"Moon, are you alright?" Spitfire rushes next to you, hand on your bicep.
"I'm fine." You pull the helmet from your head, meeting eyes with Tim's again. You raise a brow, and you lower your voice to Spitfire. "That girl isn't a girl."
"Drag maybe?"
"No." You mumble, turning to shield your mouth from his eyes. "Undercover cop. Either that or they're a vigilante. They used Batman's card to get in."
"Ah." She frowns. "Are we safe?"
"I'll deal with it if he throws a fit." You stretch your neck, placing your helmet onto the top of your car. "Gotta submit a report later."
"I'm not looking forward to that." Lightwing groans. "Our next race is supposed to be motorbikes."
"Ewwww." Spitfire shudders. "I hate racing those."
"I hope they don't have rocket boosters like on my car today." You shudder.
"Alright, go get your cash prize, girlie." Spitfire smacks your back to send you walking to the podium.
You step over to the makeshift stage, taking the cheque from the announcer, blowing a kiss at the phones as you stare at the blank cheque. Two million was the max, but you were told you'd get to cash out five if you could win the race. You pause, though, when the girl you were staring at earlier makes her way out of the stands and walks over. Spitfire tries stopping her, but she seems to say something that has her quiet as she steps up the podium to meet you. You tilt your head at her.
Tim opens his mouth to speak before you cut him off.
"You know." You pause to wave the announcer off, hooking your arms under her knees to rest your chin on her chest. "You're real hot as a woman, but I'm sure you'd look better as a man."
Tim flushes as you press a kiss to the crown of his head, and you set him on the podium, lips pulled into a pretty smile. Your voice lowers as you rest your chin in the valley of his tits, blinking up at him. You jut out your bottom lip as Tim swallows thickly. Your fingers lace into his hair, nails digging into his scalp gently, blinking slowly, reading his emotions, his expressions, his everything. You look entranced, and Tim almost feels bad that he's here undercover and you're staring starry-eyed over someone who doesn't exist.
"What's your name, pretty girl?" You raise a brow at her, grinning.
"Caroline." He swallows again, heart racing in his chest. You're too attractive for your own good. Maybe you were using that against him. "Caroline Hill."
"Well, Carrie," You hum, tucking his hair behind his ear. "I think you're gorgeous. Care for a drink sometime?"
"A-as much as I would like to, I'm not into w-women." He stumbles. (A bold lie. He's never had a worse panic over a woman in his life.)
"Quite a shame." You mumble. "You're so pretty too..."
You step down the stage, holding the cheque up as the girls cheer with you.
Tim should really talk to Bruce about what the batmobile was doing in a street racing event.
Though, as Tim tries to run a background check on you, he finds nothing come up. Even in the private files of the batcomputer. Even on the card that gave him access, all the fingerprints were wiped clean. He finds practically nothing, not that it gets to him, he just looks harder. He practically lives in the cave now. He doesn't remember the last day he got regular sleep. He has nothing on you.
So, he shows up at the next race as himself this time. He enters with the same card, and this time, you find him first.
"So? You related to B?" You hand him a can of unopened zesti, and he raises a brow at you. You raise a brow back at him, pointing at his card. "Card. That's a B exclusive card."
"How so?"
"Sponsor card." You smile. "Since it's light grey, that means it's my sponsor. My sponsor is B."
Tim frowns. "Who are you?"
"My question first."
"He's an aquaintance. Now my question." He opens his can, pressing the drink to his lips.
"I'm a racer." You smile.
"I meant as a person." He clicks his tongue.
"Why don't you find out?" You bat your lashes at him prettily, hand pressed to his abdomen, leaning in to blink at him devilishly. "Or are you not into women too?"
Tim's heart races in his ears, swallowing as he tries his best to match your pace. "What does the media say?"
"Lots" You grin, pressing yourself closer to him, arms wrapped around his neck, your air mixed with his, lips pulled into a dangerous smirk. "But all I hear these days is how someone keeps trying to hack my personal information."
"Yeah?" He tilts his head, placing the can to the side.
"Mhm." You hum.
Tim smiles at you, dangerously, all while his mind is a jumbled mess. You had an effect on him that he dared not to pry further into, but god were you intoxicating — bad for his brain even. He finds himself leaning closer to you, all systems going off about how this was bad for him, but he doesn't care. Not when your perfume smells tantalizing and the only thing he wants to do is kiss you sick— make out with you until you're whimpering against his lips, knees giving out under you, and brain fuzzy with only him. His eyes darken with the thoughts, a smile on his face.
You remove your arms from him, tapping his shoulder twice with an innocent smile. "Thanks for giving me the last piece."
Tim raises a brow as you peel yourself from him, his mask in your fingers, smile not so pure anymore.
There was no way.
Tim grabs it back from you as you back up, both hands in the air, and as he shoves it into somewhere you can't touch, you hop over the stands, landing on the dirt with a thud. Tim frowns in frustration as you send a wink his way, starting final check-ups for the race. It's bikes today, and Tim recognizes all of the models. A copy of his own bike is in Spitfire's hand right now. Maybe this was how Bruce figured out whether or not his bike was safe to ride after his own customizations. Jason's bike is in another rider's hands, red helmet with black— presumably Cardinal, and Dick's bike is in Lightwing's hands. You have Bruce's bike still. It checks out now.
This was the testing ground for the vigilante vehicles in Gotham.
The fact that you had figured him out so quickly only meant that you had realized faster than everyone else.
But there had to be a reason that no one part of the team saw the similarities between their vehicles and the ones that the Gotham vigilantes used. There had to be a reason that only you would be crazy enough to figure it out just based on vehicle models. Maybe he could use the status card to talk to you all for a little. Too bad you were already checking the vehicle. He should have asked earlier— strange. It's not like him to be this disoriented.
You win the race.
It's obvious. B's bike was designed with the fastest engine possible, and in a race of pure speed, it would win. No matter how much Tim tinkered with his bike, he wasn't allowed to go faster than Bruce. The man had said it was too dangerous, and Tim could see why. The Batbike was a nightmare to steer at such high speeds. Though, he does wonder where everyone on the track gets their practice. There's never a peak of sound during the day on the track, and neither was there much noise at night when you weren't racing.
Tim does not dig the idea that he has to pull his money card out, but the more competitive part of him does wonder what it would look like to have you fold for him.
"A drink?" He leans over the railing, card held up, raising a brow at you.
You wave him off, handing your helmet to someone else, clicking your tongue.
"That's not the way to ask a pretty woman out on a date, boy." You raise a brow, lips pulled upwards in a grin. "Maybe ask better next time. Some of us have black cards too."
So Tim watches as you leave with the rest of the racers, his heart racing in his chest.
It takes ten more tries for Tim to trace from someone else to you.
He blinks at the woman on the screen, and he pauses to ponder. Perhaps.
However, all of his thoughts are thrown off when a command is called from behind him by Bruce with a new case. A file is handed to him, a file with a rather unoriginal name, and it makes Tim raise a brow. Surely it was a jest.
"I assure you, they are very much real." Bruce rolls his eyes, cowl peeled off, humming with a drink pressed to his lips.
"Is this related to the serial murder of rapists going around in Gotham?" He opens the file.
"Not just Gotham." Bruce hums. "Clark did a report on the serial murder of both registered and unregistered sex offenders in Metropolis as well. It has been a trend. Despite the vigilantism, it is still very much illegal to kill someone."
"I don't see too much of a problem with killing a rapist." Tim presses his coffee to his lips, scanning through the files Bruce hands him. The target seems rather clear. The killer does not regard anyone in the way, knocking everyone out and always only killing the rapist. A maneater. The name given to the murderer was maneater, as if it were some ploy. In some cases, the victims were found with their pants unzipped and an anti-rape condom stuck on them, writhing in pain as they were almost always found dead with poison in their system.
Those who suffered more gruesome deaths... either found castrated with their genitals lying not too far away, or a hole where their heart was supposed to be, the organ missing. It reminds him almost of Heartless, but... that is not the case. This is a vigilante no different from them... just less sparing and guaranteed murder. Now, does Tim solve the case or let the vigilante free...
He does not know what possesses him to ask you of all people, but your response does not help much.
"Moonknight." Tim hums, adjusting his glasses as he puts them on. "May I pick at your brain?"
"Is this about the serial murders?" You wipe the helmet in your hand, cheque tucked safely into your wallet.
Tim nods. "Thoughts?"
"I feel like the murderer's doing us ladies a favor." You shrug. "Think about it."
"I know, but murder is a little..."
"Little hypocritical of you, you know?" You raise a brow. "Must I name your war crimes?"
"No." Tim hums. "Perhaps I should do some digging anyway."
"Wouldn't hurt to have it on file in case you do need it one day." You eye one of the newer men on the track, grinning at Spitfire as she greets him. "Hm?"
Tim's eyes trail up to Spitfire.
Similar build. His glasses indicate the same.
"It's not any of my girls." You crack open the can of soder. "I promise they're clean. B runs background checks on all of us."
Tim mulls over your words.
Scary.
Yet, he visits you anyway, money piling in his back pocket as you win round after round, small talk rolling off your lips in a sort of practiced way, smile inviting as you turn down his request to grab a drink again, humming quietly as Tim's eyes trail down to the small of your back, brow raised as he notices your shorts peeking out past your pants.
"What does it take for a date with you?"
"Maybe not being part of law enforcement." You hum. "Legal or not."
"Why? Worried I'll turn you in?"
"No..." You trail off, chewing your top lip as you turn your head at Lightwing. "Well, if you save Lightwing from some trouble, I'll consider."
"What's wrong?"
"You see the man talking to her?"
Tim raises a brow and spots another group of men not too far off. "Bingo."
You wink in her direction, and Tim hums.
"Hey big fella. Having fun so far?"
You watch as Tim tears the man apart, Lightwing leaving at one point to stand next to you.
"Really, I don't know what you see in that man."
"Not much." You purse your lips, smiling. "Something tells me he's the one."
"I'm willing to bet that he is not." She mumbles.
Yet, as Tim barely lifts a finger to piss the man off, you grin.
"Oh, he's definitely the one."
Tim runs the information, stalking down the final member of your racing team, matching the majority of information to the final member, brow raised when he realizes that Cardinal was not part of B's files either, hunting the woman down as he searches for her current location, and it makes Tim's stomach churn uncomfortably when he realizes how eerily similar the racer is to the described criminal. The person who was dubbed Cardinal had been face-matched to someone who had entered Metropolis just a little bit before the serial murders. It made Tim nauseous.
"Got any leads?"
"Might be one of the previous racers." Tim grimaces. "Of the race tracks."
"Cardinal? I assure you it is not her."
"Really? There had been rumors—"
"It is not." Bruce mumbles. "You know who Cardinal is. It is not her. They may have similar builds, but it is not her."
"Who is Cardinal?"
"You'll figure it out soon enough."
Bruce's evasion of his question does not help the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
You end up with Tim on the date, hair ruffled as he picks you up in his bike, hand held out to you as you take it, humming. It's supposed to be simple. Though, you suppose simple for a Wayne is impossible to determine. You never know what to expect from him. Though, when he pulls you to the local diner, you find it impossible to not know he's the one. It's really too simple.
"Would you tell me about Cardinal?" Tim finally asks you proper questions once the two of you finish ordering.
"Do you think she's the one?" You raise a brow.
"You said your girls are innocent."
"The ones I currently race with." You hum, reaching for the bread on the table.
"And Cardinal?"
"I don't know much about her. She didn't talk much."
"But she was aggressive, no?"
"No." You hum. "She drove into Gotham because she saw something. She also raced her own bike. No one knows who she is."
Tim connects something in his mind, and it sends him back to step one.
"Would you be able to help if I gave you the file?"
"Isn't it just what's available online?"
"One final thing. The killer in Metropolis might be the same person." Tim mumbles. "Thank you."
The food is presented before the two of you, and you stab into your pasta. "I don't think so. Did you track anyone else that entered and exited Metropolis that was a Gothamite?"
Tim shakes his head. "I find it strange."
"Perhaps magic?"
"Not impossible." Tim mumbles. "What do you do in your free time?"
"Tinker." You hum.
"With your bike?"
"No. That's B's property. I tend to tinker with smaller things. It's always fun to build a PC from scratch."
"Ah, you're quite handy with tech." Tim hums, blowing on his pasta. "Anything else?"
"I like watching detective shows." You pause to think. "And racing. I think that's about it. How 'bout you, boy wonder?"
"That's my brother." He laughs dryly.
Tim finds that it's intriguing to talk to you. You know everything that he does, and it seems you know much more than what you let him in on. Dare he say it, perhaps he's met his match.
Tim sends you home and starts patrol. Gotham had become eerily quiet since the murderer had been on the loose.
Though, he has a knack for saying things too early.
A man dies the same day, and B finds his way there with Tim, the two of them sweeping down and kicking the man down, a woman shaking as Tim shields her, holding his cape out, making sure to not look at the way her clothes are ripped up and she's shaking with an intensity unknown to him. He can feel the vibrations of her skin through his cape. The fear is easily contagious had he not known.
"B?"
"Dead. The poison spread too fast."
The woman doesn't look like she was aware.
"Did you buy the product?" Tim raises a brow, eyes scanning her face for any changes in emotion, and she shakes her head.
"I... a-a friend got me o-one on because—" She gasps, shoulders trembling still. "I-it saved her life."
"Do you know where she bought it?"
The woman shakes her head. "Th-they were giving them out on the streets a while back. It's been m-months."
"May we take one back?"
B shakes his head. "Gordon is coming. We will decide then. Oracle?"
Oracle has no intel either, and Tim wonders just how far this murderer is willing to go. If he just let them kill all the rapists in Gotham, then it would result in a number of the population as gone. If he checked them, perhaps the offenders in Gotham would assume they are protected by B — which truly could not be further from the truth.
"Where are you living? I will take you back." Tim catches a figure in the corner of his eye.
"B."
The man shakes his head.
"I-I'll be fine." She mumbles. "May I borrow a... clothes?"
B nods, and Tim hands the woman to him as he takes a good look at the man on the ground.
Familiar. He looks familiar.
The scan from his mask indicates the same. The man who had been talking to Spitfire at the tracks. It was the man who had been talking to her. Some clicks in the back of Tim's mind, his fingers pressing to the silicone, pressing the dirt and grime to the back of his glove to check for DNA.
Just the shaking woman.
"B, I need one of them." He speaks firmer this time. "There has to be some unidentified DNA on one of them."
"There are in one of the files on our computer. It was sent this afternoon." B hums. "The police are arriving. Come on."
Tim doesn't need to be told twice, yet he lingers, eyes trailing on the woman as he waits.
One of the policemen is an unregistered sex offender.
He clicks on his mask as he zooms in, a dark figure flying out of the alleyway at the man, and Tim watches as a claw digs into the man's genitals, ripping off with a sound that shakes the walls, followed by a guttural scream. The policemen shoot at the figure, but they don't react, only retreating back into the walls, seemingly unhurt by the bullets.
"Oracle, did you catch that?"
"No face was detected."
"How about figure?"
"Non-human." Oracle mumbles. "I can't identify anything."
"Tsk." Tim clicks his tongue.
"Though, it has to be a shadow ability. Perhaps something adjacent to it. They're gone, right?"
Tim hums into the mic. "Affirmative."
Tim ignores the way the shadow shapes weirdly underneath his feet.
"You can come out." He taps the corner of his mask for reinforcements, taking a step back into the moon as the shadow forms, a smile of white forming into a human.
"Can you—"
"Neither. All indications of sex are missing."
"Oh..."
Their voice is nothing short of horrifying to him.
"I caught a bird." It grins, and as Tim takes a step back, he finds that his other foot has a shadow warping around his ankle.
"Who are you?"
"We are the night." It sings. "We are the darkness..."
Tim knows what's next.
"We are... vengeance."
"That's rather cringe, don't ya think?" Tim raises a brow.
A batarang flies from behind him, and the shadows only create a hole for the weapon to fly through. The shadow splits into two people, and Tim smiles.
"Gotcha."
"Ah ah," The one on the left shakes its hand. "We were promised... freedom."
"Only where you belong." Batman shines a flashlight at the creature, and Tim watches as it retreats back into the shadows, his ankle free. "And you. Next time, just shine the flashlight."
"Are they weak?" Tim raises a brow. "Just to light?"
"It stuns." Batman nods.
"Go track the leftovers on your ankle back in the cave."
"Will do." Tim pauses before he goes. "Is it an alien?"
"No. Something worse."
Tim does NOT know what could be worse than an alien. (He lies. He does.)
The DNA tracks too many women to count. One shows up and then the next, and eventually, Tim has at least twenty women pulled up on his screen, all pronounced dead after being found used and discarded. It is horrifying. Tim may not understand just how terrifying it is to be a woman, but as he finds children, he seems to understand just how disgusting this is. Girl after girl, woman after woman, every last one of them were used and discarded bare for the world to see, photographed and made a case study out of — all who met their unfortunate end and their rapists never see the end of their life the same way they did.
It is disgusting, but something else is discovered.
He does not remember if it is something new, but it seems strange. It is not a shadow, but rather a composition of human souls forced to merge into an unrecognizable shape. It is science, not an alien, and Tim understands why it is worse. It is an unfortunate victim and not an alien. It is someone who had been forced to change into something unloveable. He wonders if the souls of the unfortunate make up the shadows.
Ah. If they are shadows...
Tim turns around as the shadows form a human again, shorter than he is, apple of its cheeks soft and gentle. A girl. It is a girl this time; not a woman.
"Are you a victim?"
It does not answer him.
"Tim? Tim, do you hear me? Red!"
"It has not attacked yet." Tim answers. "How many of you are there?"
The child does not respond, holding up one finger, and then two, and three, and eventually there are too many fingers sticking out of the hand that Tim had lost count.
"Many."
"What's the deal?"
"I matched the DNA." Tim swallows. "I won't hurt you, but please—"
The shadow dissolves, and Tim lets out a breath, staring at the faces plastered across the screen of the Batcave.
"Tim?"
"Oracle." His voice goes quiet. "They are all victims of... The computer just keeps going."
Eventually, B returns, staring at the wall of faces Tim left, finding the man in his room, glasses on as he stares at his PC, case file after case file being read, news article after news article. There is more than one soul occupying the shadows, and Tim reads one after the other of how they were murdered. Stabbed, strangled, shot, mangled, burned. None of the souls were able to escape death at the hands of their rapist. It was sickening.
"It is not a human." Tim speaks, staring at Bruce at the door. "We can not arrest it."
"Is it humanoid?"
"No. It is a shadow of vengeance."
"There has to be a way to stop it from collecting more souls."
Tim closes his eyes, brows furrowed as he sighs.
"And if I do not want to?"
"Tim."
"I know." He mumbles, exhaustion written all over his face. "How will we destroy the remaining souls?"
"How many women were identified?"
"There are currently twenty seven." Tim mumbles. "There may be even less if more of the men die."
"The vengeance of a ghost." Bruce mumbles. "Just find a way to stop the addition of souls. Surely, someone is collecting souls and adding them."
Tim finally closes his eyes when the sun starts peeking over the horizon.
"Sorry." Tim shows up to your meetup place, eyebags extra bad, and you raise a brow at him.
"Something up?"
"What would you do if someone was collecting the souls of the victims of rape and kill and turning them into a shadow of some sort to let them have vengeance on their rapist?"
"Wow, what a loaded question." You mumble.
"Thoughts?" Tim closes his eyes to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Feel free to ignore it if not—"
"I mean... it makes sense." You hum. "Is it scientifically immoral? Yes. Is it in some way morally correct? Perhaps. Their lives were taken and their souls haunt the earth because they are still held down by things they could not resolve while they were alive. Perhaps to the living, they are a monster, but to the dead? to the dead, they are a savior."
Tim pauses to think. "Should the person be punished?"
"Under the law? Sure."
"How about according to yourself?"
"No." You mumble. "If I was raped like that, I would love to ruin the life of the man who ruined mine. I heard a police officer got his dick ripped off. Is he still alive?"
"Alive." Tim nods. "Vitals are stable, but he can no longer procreate... obviously."
"Deserved, maybe. I heard he got off with only two months of jail time after the initial trial."
Tim does not answer, pausing to mull over the case.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out." You stand up, stretching your legs. "Shall we get something to eat?"
"You have food by here?"
"No, but since you brought your bike, I can take us somewhere."
"It better not be the diner from last time."
It is NOT the diner from last time
Instead, Tim finds himself seated outside of a Batburger place, thanking you as you hand him his order, clear view of the alleyway.
"This place is a little..."
"It's where a lot of drug trades happen." You hum, staring at the alleyway behind him. "Also where a lot of sex trafficking occurs."
"Ah, right." He mumbles. "Red Hood manages that, no?"
"Not as much." You bite into the burger, humming happily. "Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting."
"I think the burgers and shake could fix me."
You raise a brow.
"As much as it can try, of course."
"Nah, I have those days too." You hum. "Did you find much on the souls?"
"I just wonder if they are decreasing after extracting revenge on their former rapist." Tim mumbles.
"I heard somewhere they started off in the fifties." You hum, continuing with your burger.
"...fifties? Where did you even hear that?"
"Rumor gets around quickest at the racetrack." You mumble. "Cardinal kept closely with the news. Apparently the figure was as large as a human at one point."
"Is twenty souls not enough to form a full grown woman?"
"Perhaps it picks a child for other reasons." You reach for a fry. "Am I being of much help, mister detective?"
"Somewhat." Tim pauses when he hears rustling behind him. "...May I?"
"Careful, they carry stun guns."
Tim nods, leaving you alone, and you click on your phone as you watch Red Robin swing in, kicking and freeing the poor girl, handing her off to the police as you stare at the two men knocked out. Tim had overestimated just one thing.
From behind, a spike of darkness pieces through the men's hearts, killing them on the spot as Tim holds a hand over the eyes of the woman.
Dead. The two men are dead.
The shadow forms behind them, three young women who look no older than the one that Tim is covering the eyes of.
"How many of you are left?"
This time, the shadow forms a 24.
The number is going down.
So, Tim reports the findings to Bruce, changing out of his suit to get back to you, nodding as he sits down and sighs.
"Sorry, stomach died."
"Nah, don't worry about it." You sip on your shake, humming. "Duty calls."
"Are you racing sometime soon?"
"I think B's trying to have us race less lately." You hum. "I won't be racing for some time. The only reason we raced so often a while back was because there were so many upgrades being implemented."
"So you have more free time?"
"Yeah." You hum. "I was thinking of traveling."
"Where to?"
Tim knows something you don't. The gentle taps of your painted nails omit some eerie sense of death, and it seems that no matter how much Tim likes you and feels fine around you, it is impossible to ignore that eerie sense of death. It reminds him of the first time he met you, stare of a thousand souls. Yet, it seems that...
"Staring?"
"You're rather pretty." He hums, pressing his napkin to his cheeks. "Is it not normal to stare a little?"
"Oh, look at you and your smooth words." You hum.
"I mean them." Tim stares at you.
You only give him a weak look.
You don't seem to believe Tim when he says you're everything.
And maybe at some point in time, Tim had realized that your words swayed him harder than they need to. He does not know when he had ended up so deep with his fingers and hands stained with a passion for you, but as it drags him under, he finds that it's fine. Maybe you were just destined for him in some way. If he would be dragged under, then he would simply find a way to clear it out. He enjoys the sensation of drowning in you. Maybe he is just weak for you.
"Do you love me?" You tilt your head, milkshake straw on your lips as Tim sorts through his files.
Tim stares at you, pushing his glasses up. "Why?"
"Curious." You hum. "You've brought me to your place, after all. Isn't this the nice little boat you got with your boyfriend? I remember the media going insane."
"Perhaps." Tim mumbles. "I brought you here to help me with the case, though. I don't think love is the right word for what we feel towards each other right now."
"Mm." You nod slowly, picking up some papers. "The number went down?"
"Yes. The two men who were killed resulted in three less entities in the shadow." Tim mumbles. "I just wonder if the number is going to increase."
"You wouldn't want it to, huh?" You hum.
"Prefferably no." Tim pauses. "Though, I suppose if the entity is acting on its own, then I can not do much to stop it. Someone is letting the souls merge into the shadows."
"If it's just cells, shouldn't it be the act of a human? That must mean they have some sort of way of accessing the victims' bodies."
"That would be the case, but a further search indicated that they were not picking up the cells, but rather just souls. I don't know when we got an upgrade to be able to locate souls, but—"
"It was probably when you tried cloning your best friend." You don't bother letting him finish the sentence.
Your statement freaks Tim out.
"H-how the hell do you know?!"
"B." You puff out your cheeks, continuing with reading the file.
B does NOT have that information open to just anyone to access.
Yet, Tim shuts his mouth, continuing with the file, taking the chance to seal your fingerprint. He runs the match while you continue checking, and he ends up in a dead end again. You do not exist in the database. Your fingerprint is not a real person. Surely there was a chance that you were not quite human either.
"Just how cautious are you?"
"Very." You hum. "My fingerprint won't show up."
"What gives you the boldness to say that?"
"A gamble." You hum. "I race for B. Surely, he would not do something as cruel as that."
"He is consistently paranoid."
"That does not matter." You click your tongue. "He could not hold me down if he tried."
Tim senses that there is a certain level of untruth to your words, but he can not say just what it is.
Three days later, four more men are found dead by the docks. Tim checks them with the police, Oracle's voice in his ear as he observes them. All three have had their hearts pierced through, a gaping hole left behind. Tim looks to the side at the shadows brewing beneath the water, and he observes that the number shown is four less than before.
"These men have to be part of an organization."
"They are." Oracle notes. "Human trafficking. These are the men who are part of a human trafficking specifically for sex workers."
"So... rapists."
"Yes."
"Did we ever get a number on them?"
"No."
Tim nods at the police as they arrive, grappling away.
Maybe he's committing a sin by letting the shadow get away with the murders. It would be impossible to hold them down, but he wonders if he should ever shine a light on them when they kill.
Back at the cave, the young girl emerges again, smiling at Tim as he raises a brow.
"What?"
"Twenty." The voice speaks, much younger this time.
"Are you all children?"
The widening of the smile indicates a yes.
"How old were you?" He holds his hand out for the shadow.
His question goes ignored, the shadow disappearing as B returns to the cave.
"The number of shadows decreased again." Tim stares at B as he undresses.
"How do you know the shadows aren't lying?"
"Here." Tim shows B the newest scan of the souls, and the number has shrunk.
"How did you scan it?"
"I do not know. We hadn't been able to scan based on soul previously."
Bruce clicks on the computer, eyes focusing on the application, taking over as Tim sits to the side. He looks further, digging into the code as he pauses and points at a line.
"Moonknight."
"The racer?"
Bruce reads the code, and Tim follows, pausing.
"She's a computer system?"
"No, but you probably scanned some system in when you ran her through the system the first time."
"Just what is she?"
"I don't ask questions, and neither does she. Just a worker."
"Alright." Tim mumbles. But the issue was you do ask questions. You ask plenty of questions and each one brings you closer than the last. He had already lost his identity to you because of your charm. Perhaps Bruce was not far off. Though, if Tim could not find you, then Bruce probably could not either.
The next time he meets up with you, you finally let him into your apartment.
"Oh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you love me." Tim hums. "What brings you to invite me here?"
"No, I didn't feel like going out today." You shut the door behind him. "Pizza's on the counter."
"Where are the others?"
"Racing." You hum.
"I thought you said there weren't any races?"
Tim finds that you're a liar.
Somewhere down in the place he's been pulled to, he finds that there is endless amounts of darkness, something brooding behind your soul as you talk to him, smile on your face. You called him the one, but if you were the one, he wouldn't feel so turbulent. Shaking waters. The water he's been pulled under is unmoving and serene, only in the middle of the sea, making the peace eerie rather than soothing. Rather than the liquid moving, he finds that he's spinning further and further down.
"I'm not racing for the time being." You hum. "The others are racing with their own bikes."
"Do you not own one?"
You shake your head. "I prefer other forms of transportation."
Tim raises a brow but doesn't question it.
Even when the two of you are tangled under your sheets and he listens to your heartbeat, the sense of uneasiness doesn't leave. You are too perfect. Even if you were to drag him down with you, he would only know how to hold onto you and not swim. Maybe this is his end. Unless you free him, he fears he will be stuck with you forever. Drawn to the beating of your heart, Tim is stuck being in love with you for the rest of his life. If you would drag him into the depths of your world and ruin his life, then so be it. As long as neither of you cross the line, neither of you would be hurt.
"Would you like to race?"
You raise a brow at Tim.
"Once in a lifetime." He offers.
"On the track?"
"We can race during the day." He hums.
"Not a day person."
"Then at sunrise."
You pause to think about it.
"If that's what you want."
"You make it sound like it's something I want to do." Tim whispers, chin resting on your chest as it rises and falls.
"Is it not?" You run your fingers through his hair, vibrations of your voice making him purr.
When Tim wakes in the morning, Oracle sends him a news article. Ten men found dead at the docks. Ten men were killed, and Tim can only wonder how many of the shadows found peace from their deaths. Though, as your fingers scratch at his scalp again, he could worry about it later. He'd rather not stir up deep waters.
"Ten died?"
"Mhm." Tim closes his eyes, mumbling. "Ten men."
"From the same organization?"
Tim is too tired to consider how you would know all the men are from the same organization when it has not been disclosed to the public.
"You seem to know much more than you let on."
"Of course I do." You hum. "But I won't race you until you find out."
"Then give me a month." He mumbles, eyes closing as he drifts back to sleep. You're warm, and for the first time in a while, he gets some rest.
The next race Tim goes to, he notices Spitfire and Lightwing are missing.
You tilt your head at Tim from the track, waving as he waves back, lips curled upwards in a gentle smile.
He refuses to meet the truth.
There is some sense of security that lies in playing stupid, eyes closed and fingers reaching out into a void of nothingness, knowing that as long as he did not know, he would be safe. Yet, there is always the nagging in the back of his mind, uncertain about his future, uncertain about what would happen if he continued to play dumb. He knows he'll get called out for it by Steph soon, but it really... he was only a fool in love. He can not do something so terrible to his heart.
Even as you bring back the trophy and greet Tim with a thrashing kiss against his lips, breath hot against his as he tries to ignore the truth of the world beneath his feet embedded into the shadows, he knows that he can only play stupid for so long. Soon, this racetrack will become empty, and one day, you too will leave him for the world that he refuses to uncover for his own safety. He loves you, but he can only do so much when he's young and stupid.
"Can I take you back to mine?" Tim whispers, eyes begging quietly as you lick your lips, helmet in your hand as you confirm with a kiss.
The gentle rocking of Tim's place is peaceful in the Gotham waters, port comfortable as he pushes back all of his knowledge. It is a curse to be wise, yet Tim finds that there is nothing he can do when he just refuses to. He would choose you even if it meant laying what he had known before down. It pains him to know that he should not, and you would not let him, but he is foolish and young, eyes gentle as he drinks up the way you lay beneath him, the moon coating you in a lovely white as he furrows his brows to forget about it all.
Your skin is soft against Tim's hands, plush of your waist filling the spaces between his fingers as you stretch your arms above your head, eyes half-lidded as he pleases you — himself. It makes no difference. Turbulent waters have long become the place where he finds his rest, eyes half-lidded as he listens to the way you breathe, both beneath him and in the dead of the night. Life becomes slightly more bearable with you around, exhaustion no longer as suffocating as he's used to. Perhaps he loves you or such. Perhaps he does not. Most certainly, he knows he cares.
In the afterglow of sweat and skin, Tim finds that you are no different from him.
"How many of them are left?"
Tim stares outside the window, recalling the last murder in Gotham.
"They're almost gone."
"That's good."
You close your eyes, lashes brushing Tim's neck as you rest your neck over his arm.
"When will we race?"
"I told you. When you find out."
"Find what, exactly?"
You do not answer, closing your eyes and succumbing to exhaustion instead.
Ultimately, Tim knows.
He knows what he's to look for, and he knows just what you might be. It scares him that you might have lied to him for so long, the shadows and souls lurking beneath the surface of the water finally snaking around his ankle and pulling. The big screen in the Batcave is of no help either, only a single person with an obscured soul, and Tim knows deep down that it is yours. You are a victim of the same organization, an amalgamation of vengeful souls all combined together for the sole purpose of seeking vengeance.
Tim stares at the shadow forming behind him, digits dropping by the day as he reports to Bruce about just what was happening in Gotham. The moral code to prevent murder is strong, but the understanding that a few lives of a few criminals for the cost of a safer Gotham was not a world-ending trade-off. Tim understands that much, at the very least. He knows Bruce does too. In a world where neither of them have to work against human trafficking as hard as previously, Tim finds that the waters are both comforting and vicious. He can not be touched in the warmth of your skin, but others will die from the toxin that he is immune to.
So, as Tim crosses off the final ones in the list of souls, he texts to let you know that the organization has been wiped, asking you which sunrise would work best for you.
You refuse to pick a time during the day because you are afraid of being burnt.
You do not exist in the database because you are not quite human.
You exist because you are someone's hatred and memories, manifesting in the form of the shadows and risking a life you do not have in order to see what is worth living for, vehicles meaning nothing to you as you speed through the racetrack at night, only Aquastar left next to you as she too disappears into the shadows after all the guests leave. There are barely any guests now that Tim looks. Perhaps more than half of them had been tired souls, begging for some sort of help, seeking refuge in the way you would risk your life for some sort of power above the law.
You are home to the souls, regardless of whether they are alive or dead. If someone seeks death, they reach for your arms, holding their hands around your shoulders as you stare past their skin, into the depths of the darkness beyond — something Tim is terrified of touching, Yet, with the feeling of your skin memorized between his fingers, he knows why people go to you to look for something.
You are so living yet so dead.
There is comfort only you can provide.
You meet Tim at the racetrack, sitting on your bike as Tim drives in past the gates. The darkness in your soul has grown lighter. Something has changed from when he first met you. You are still so lovely in his eyes, yet it seems that you can not be together in a case like this. It is a shame. At least he gets to race you, popping off his helmet as he notices how empty the stands are compared to when you used to race. The end of your need in Gotham has arrived, and the end of your services to WE has ended as well. There will be no more of you one day in the future, and Tim knows that one day, he too will be cursed to forget everything about you.
The people are gone.
The racers are gone.
And perhaps after this race, you will be too.
You enable the speaker, fingers clicking on the screen at the podium, giving the two of you a twenty-minute warmup.
Tim wonders just how fast he can go. He watches you from the side as you warm up your bike and drive, speeding around the track with practice that can only come from muscle memory. Yet, he drives around the track and gradually speeds up, trying to get a hand on how to race around. Tim finds that he's a little rusty, making several more rounds around the track as you sit on the side, clicking on your phone and scrolling through. Tim does not know how to bring it up.
"What does the winner get?" You look up from your phone, hopping on your bike as you wait for the countdown.
"Whatever the winner wishes."
"That's quite the bet." You hum, staring up at the light as Tim gets ready.
"Of course."
You start your bike, speeding past Tim as the light shows green, Tim tight behind you as he catches up to you. You wonder and think, leaning to the side as the bike follows, letting Tim pass you as you trail behind him. Tim finishes the first lap relatively quickly, and he realizes that you've fallen back a significant amount. He's unsure whether or not to speed up, but as he finishes his second lap, he finds that you're still far behind.
You cut him from the left, successfully stopping Tim from hitting a wall.
Tim speeds up to chase after you, wondering when you had the time to cut him off.
Yet, the end is evident, your bike parked at the end after your third lap, a grin on your face as he stares at you.
The souls are gone, and you look so, so lonely.
The lights shut as the two of you sit by the podium, tablet in your hand as you kick your legs, and you finally speak up.
"I know you found out."
Tim grimaces. "...why?"
You stare at Tim, peeling back your jacket, throwing it at him as he stares at you, watching as your eyes turn pitch black, shadows forming underneath your skin and turning the entire podium dark, some sort of ancient power creeping up your hands to your forearms, darkness evident in every blink at him, lips curled up into an apologetic smile, and Tim feels the water surrounding him drain all at once. If he would not leave you, then you would leave him. You would force him out of the comfort of your waters, knowing that it would drown him one day.
"The shadow moves with you." Tim stares at you, swallowing thickly. "There is only one victim left. We both know who it is."
You stare at Tim, lips curling upwards as he remembers why your smile started looking so familiar at one point.
"You are the last." Tim picks his words carefully. "Are you a shadow?"
"No. Just a medium. I am very much alive." You smile.
"Who are you waiting to kill?"
"No one." You hum. "I am alive because I must hold onto the shadows for the next ones seeking vengeance."
"You are the source."
You ignore him.
"Are you human?"
You blink at him again, ignoring him once more. "Luckily, it seems the victims have lessened lately."
"Why had there been so many at once?"
"There was an organization." You rock on your heels, lips curled upwards. "Everyone in the organization has been wiped. No fret. They alone resulted in over fifty deaths of women after they reached the age threshold."
"The youngest was ten."
"Yes."
"And the oldest?"
"Most of them were killed once they turned 21." You hum. "Occasionally, if someone looked young enough, they would be killed later, but the majority of them were killed at 21."
"How many souls were there initially?"
"Well over a thousand." You hum.
"And only you are left."
"Yes."
"Why play savior?"
"Why not?" You grin. "I have done nothing but host the poor souls. That does not warrant for my arrest."
Tim knows there is an argument against it, but he does not think too hard.
"Next time a soul finds you, notify me. Send me an invite to your race."
"You know, Tim." You hum. "B no longer needs me."
Ah.
"Will you be gone?"
"Very much so."
"To where?"
You do not tell him.
"Write to me." He speaks again.
You shake your head.
"I can not."
"Why not?"
"Send me some flowers when you see me on the news. That is my wish."
Tim tries to not think too much about your final words to him. You left the next morning, morphed shadows in the city leaving with you, and Tim finds that soon, almost everyone forgets you had ever existed. You had come and gone, shadow of death leaving with you, but he finds that occasionally on the news, he hears word about a new racer, gender unidentifiable, face consistently hidden, only known by their speed. You have become a criminal under the law, racing between the crevices of cities, fake trophy after fake trophy taken home, death following wherever you went, sex trafficking decreasing whenever you rested at night.
Tim tries not to follow you all that much, but when you show up on camera on accident, your home is raided and you are killed on sight by the same men who had killed so many others.
It hurts Tim in the head, eyes closed as he tries his best to not think too much about your death and how you had known all this time, but it would forever haunt him. He still remembers the way the waves would rock gently underneath the moonlight when he was engulfed by you, eyes always tired but comfort always found, knowing that you would be his rest when he needed it. So, for him to see you dead on the news, he finds that perhaps he was just cursed to not be able to hold onto you — that he was destined to be stuck in place and watch as you died because you had made a minor mistake. A mistake that would not have cost his life, but cost yours instead.
Yet, he honors your promise, white chrysanthemums placed at your grave as he holds onto the umbrella, humming quietly. The rain splatters gently against the plastic, quiet drumming calming him as he stares at the carving on the grave. The media had reported this was your place of burial, though Tim did not know if it really was you. He could have only assumed off of the information given, matching your age slightly, and he wonders if there is some sort of universe out there where he would be able to just stay with you.
"Here to see her too?" A masked woman steps next to Tim.
"Yes. I promised I would send flowers once she showed up on the news."
"How lovely of you." The woman hums, placing down a blue lotus.
"Did... you know her?"
"I knew her quite well."
Tim stares down at his flowers, finally looking up at the woman.
"It's such a shame, huh? That she would die to the very organization that she had been working to take care of."
"Well, perhaps she had just understood what it meant to live when she died." You turn to Tim, pulling down your mask as you wait for it to register in his head. "What do you think, Ca—"
You don't get to finish your words before Tim wraps his arms around you with closed eyes.
"I love you too, boy wonder."
#good morning tim drake tag did you miss me? no? GOOD.#tim drake x reader#tim drake imagine#timothy drake x reader#tim x reader#☾.fics#☾.suggestive#contemplated not posting this but like. 10k words r NOT about to go to waste when my queue is empty
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Mc uses their Magic abilities to cause havoc
Lucifer:
you tried turning him into a frog
and if it wasn´t for the fact that your a novice Sorcerer you most likely would have succeeded
he doesn´t even try to imagine how his brothers would have taken advantage of this situation
you get hung from the ceiling for this
you can be lucky if your only staying there for a week and not the rest of your live
but someone did take you down and he was the one who came up with the rule that if you can free yourself he won´t chase you down
guess he´ll have to forbid you from cuddling with Cerberus
Mammon:
how dare you curse Goldie!
what is he´s supposed to do now… he still has a lot of debts to pay back and no time to bail today
why did you have to choose a curse that shocks everybody who touches Goldie?!
you better make it up to him
I-In what way you ask? shut up Human the Great Mammon will think about it
he would love to take advantage of this situation but there is no way he would take money from you or send you out to steal something from his brothers
partially because they will know it was from him and partially because he knows they will use this to their advantage
you do have to help him hide from the debt collectors though
Leviathan:
HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND HENRY 1.0!? wait a minute he seems a lot… smaller now, still angry but not able to eat both of you
he will lose it if you say you just decided to explore the Demon Lords Castle
he doesn´t even know why you would want to take Henry 1.0, the last time both of you meet he tried to kill you
but it seems like both of you are best friends now
and he still wants to kill him T-T you had to drag him away so many time so he doesn´t bite Levi
but Henry 1.0 & 2.0 seem to be good friends… or they are gossiping over Levi
Satan:
you cursed him to be unable to pet cats
he was about to murder you if you don´t lift the curse
but you somehow managed to hide away for a while and the only reason you did end up lifting the curse was because his anger was starting to go out of control after some days
he was hunting you for this and if he wasn´t so angry he would be impressed by your ability to hide away and move without making a noise
but you should hope he never finds… he still isn´t over it and he won´t be for a while
Asmodeus:
you cursed his mirrors to never show his image for a month
DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING FROM LAST TIME!?!? he feels like he´s dying again
he will hate you forever if you don´t lift the curse right now… okay he´s lying but he´s still angry at you
but he will use you as a form of mirror, like constantly looking in your eyes to see how he looks
or he´ll try to kiss you when he does that which isn´t that surprising
he will be so happy when he can see himself again and as punishment your not allowed to leave his room
but it´s up to you if it´s really a punishment
Beelzebub:
Mc how dare you curse the fridge to always look empty when he opens it :,(
do you know how much this hurts them (also he´ll steal your secret stash of sweets for this)
he will ignore you until you lift the curse and you made it up to him, baking him a couple of cakes might help him in forgiving you a bit faster though
it´s actually a bit funny how he´s ignoring you, because he knows he will forgive you when he sees you he always leaves with his food the funny part is the others have to stop him from just taking the table with him
less funny he did end up eating all of your hidden food
Belphegor:
you cursed his bed to feel like a bunch of rocks? is your heart made of steel or something? how could you do this to him?
guess he´ll have to take over your bed now, good luck sleeping now maybe you shouldn´t have done this stupid joke
he wasn´t even joking every time you try to sleep he kicks you off your own bed
and the only way he´ll leave you alone if you lift the curse… and he feels like leaving you alone
so your just pretty much screwed
maybe you shouldn´t have pranked a petty bitch?
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me!#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#lucifer avatar of pride#mammon avatar of greed#obey me mammon#leviathan avatar of envy#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#satan avatar of wrath#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus avatar of lust#obey me beelzebub#beelzebub avatar of gluttony#belphegor avatar of sloth#obey me belphegor
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I hope you are in good health and have a full spirit 💖
I'm having trouble getting in a writing mood and reading others story always make me happy. I've never really sent request before so this would be my frist, I hope it's not much trouble, and if you can't find inspiration for it, I'll understand if you can't or don't want to do it.
I was hoping you could write a yandere assassination classroom, the entire class of 3-E or just a few like Karma, Nagisa, Itona (anyone really) with a reader that couldn't care less about their yandere nature, and someone blurts out (do to feeling guilty) that they have been stalking them home and had taking some of their stuff (the class thinking reader will get mad) but reader just shrugged and say they already knew and that they need to work on their stalking because she figured them out on day 2. Gender doesn't matter, but if you do gender fluid that be nice if not anything else is good.
If you don't wish to write it, please say no◇
Please have a good day/night. ♡
SO SORRY!! This took much longer than I anticipated for!!
I really hope you like it!! If not please lmk on things I can fix!!!
Also, somehow this was a bit rushed too sorry!
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"Hey Ritsu, are you connected?" Tomohito asks, sitting down at a desk beside her.
"Yes, the girls put the cameras in, there are no blind spots," Ritsu answers.
"Wait, no blind spots? Wouldn't that be... I don't know..." Kaede says worried.
"The cameras are only in their living room, we didn't put any cameras in anything else if that was what you were thinking," Tomohito says reassuring Kaede.
"Well we did put some listening devices, in some of the plushies we gave them, isn't that right? Itona?" Rio asks, putting an arm around him.
"Making them was a bit tricky, but it was a lot easier to make than the cameras," Itona says, playing with his remote car.
"You guys are seriously trying too hard," Karma says, in a mocking tone having his dumb smirk, plastered on his face.
"Really now? and what do you suggest we do differently?" Ryoma asks, clearly annoyed.
"You all a bunch of babies, if you really loved Y/N you'll skip this boring stalking thing, and just take things into your own hands," Karma says, with a statistic smile.
"If we were to do that Y/N would hate us forever," Nagisa counters back.
"Really?, Because I think that if we keep them long enough, they will eventually fall for us, I mean humans are social creatures, needing contact in order to survive, with us being their only contact they will eventually fall for us, right?" Karma says explaining.
"Even if that were to happen, if we keep them isolated they might break, losing themselves then loving us, I don't want that to happen," Nagisa says seriously, looking up at Karma.
"A small price that might be paid," Karma says, shrugging "But if it were just me, they wouldn't break, but now that I am sharing the chances would be higher," he says as if the class were all just a nuisance.
"Guys! Shut Up! Y/N just walked into the building!" Hinata says, panting a bit as she just ran into the room.
With that, the room goes silent...
Until...
"Takuya I'm sorry, but I'm busy after school today how about tomorrow?" you say walking in the room. All eyes are on you, ".....Um.. Hey guys?" you say unsurely.
The tension in the room faded, and they all started talking like nothing happened. It was a bit scary how the mood can change like a flip of a switch.
"Hey Y/N! What were you talking about with Takuya?" Manami asks, in her usual timid voice.
"Oh just if I was able to hand out at the ramen place later on today, but I'm hanging out with Rinka and Ryunosuke later," you say casually.
"Heh, sorry Takuya but there are already three of us, maybe next time we'll invite you," Rinka says teasingly.
"Hey Y/N, do you wanna come with me to the teacher's lounge? Korosensei just came back from Germany yesterday," Kaede asks, popping her head out the door. "Sounds fun and good, I'm in," you say excitedly, as you head out the door.
Takuya waits for your footsteps to become gone before saying "You just want more pictures of Y/N that's the only reason you and Ryunosuke, are taking them out," clearly annoyed.
"Oh whatever, you always like looking at the pictures in the end, just like everyone else," Ryunosuke says rolling his eyes.
"I.. just make sure they're good," Takuya says embarrassed.
"Your talking to the best snippers in class 3-E, we always have good visuals on our target," Rinka says, hearing the pride in her voice.
"I thought you guys said that Rinka and Ryunosuke stopped taking pictures of Y/N?" Manami asks worried.
"I... well... it's complicated," Hiroto says, trying to explain it to her, as he was the one who told Manami that they stopped taking pictures of Y/N.
"He obviously lied to you," Karma says blankly. "Your too empathic, we needed you to stop worrying over Y/N, knowing that you would break, telling them everything... well ruining everything for all of us," Karma says explaining.
"I admit that I'm not the best actor, but you guys didn't have to lie about Y/N, I care about them, just as much as any of you guys, I even made the drugs you asked for," Manami says, as he holds up a bag of different bottles.
"Wait... what drugs?" Nagisa asks, confused and curious.
"You know the the drugs, I made my own chloroform, something that calms the mind, something that weakens muscles, and lastly something that can make them sleepy," Manami says explaining.
"We didn't... Karma!" Nagisa says, angry by the thought Karma would do such a thing.
"So what if I was, I promise I won't do it alright, especially now that you know," Karma says as he puts his hands up.
"Hey guys! We're back," Kaede says, walking through the door. Signaling to everyone that you are nearby, it became a habit sometimes when they talk they become so engaged in the conversation, that they lose track of anything else, including your presence.
"Ah Y/N, just the person I wanted to see," Karma says, with a sweet smile. You know something is up when he smiles like that, just when does he normally smile sweetly?
"Karma... what do you want?" You ask hesitantly, staying cautious.
"You know, we barely spend time with each other, most of the time you just hang out with everyone else... it seems like your avoiding me," he says hurt, clearly acting.
"Karma you know that's not true, everyone just makes plans with me every single second of the day, you know this, so what's your point?" you ask, wondering what he is trying to say.
"It's just that...don't you think it's a bit odd... that every day you have someone that wants to hang out with you, it's a bit abnormal behavior? Ever noticed how everyone treats you slightly differently? Or the fact that they know small details about you, that you've never shared before? Do you wonder why is that?" Karma says still smiling, but with a mischievous face.
"Karma..." Nagisa says, with a dark look, warning Karma.
"You messed up my plan, I'm just returning the favor," Karma says looking at Nagisa, then turns to you.
"Well, don't you?" Karma says in a smug tone.
"... I wonder why, on my first day of school, Rinka and Ryunosuke were following me home, I wonder why Kotaro somehow knows when I'm going to mess up on things, I wonder why Nagisa has a whole notebook dedicated to me, and lastly I wonder why you act so innocent when you are the worst one out of everyone, do seriously think I don't know that you hurt people that I talk to that is not in this class? And a whole lot more things of you and the rest of the class," You say, calm and collected.
"You knew this whole time?..." Nagisa asks with wide eyes.
"Anyone would have been able to see and know what you all were planning," You say turning to look back at him. (Any normal person would be oblivious to it all)
"Heh, I knew I couldn't fall in love with just any normal person, turns out you truly are unique," Karma says proud that you were conscious of what they were doing.
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╰┈➤ Blood Manipulation || Demon Slayer Headcanons
including: muzan, sekido and giyu
a/n: since the new mortal kombat game is coming out soon and i’m very excited for it, so i got inspired by one of the mortal kombat characters! uwu
plot: reader has blood manipulation powers like skarlet from mortal kombat. // reader is also human with these powers
trigger warnings: blood mention // not proof read, so please let me know if there’s any mistakes uwu
Muzan
Now he’s quite impressed that you have this amazing gift, and these blessing powers. He didn’t know that a weak human could behold such great powers. And maybe that’s why he fell in love with you, you’re already so much better than most of his demons and the human race.
He low key runs test on you. By giving you blood of his Upper Moons. They were forced to give him blood. Muzan wants to see how you react to the blood of his best Demons.
Now with your powers he’ll love to watch you grow powerful and stronger than ever. And with your powers the more blood you get the more powerful you get. So of course he’ll give you some of his blood.
When you received his blood you couldn’t help but feel exited, his blood was nothing like anyone else’s! It made you feel so good, and Muzan loved your reaction. So whenever you want more of his blood you better get on your knees and start begging.
He’ll make Kokushibo train you and help you grow strong, Muzan would train you but he’s always busy with his work so he doesn’t have time to do so.
He praise you so much! “Wow I didn’t know a weak Human could behold such powers!” And “You’re doing a wonderful job sweetheart, would you like some more of my blood?” And “Wow darling you can make any weapon you desire with just blood.”
He desperately wants to turn you into a Demom so you’ll be by his side forever but is afraid that once you turn into a Demon you’ll lose your memories.
The Upper Moons know about your powers, and he doesn’t allow them to get too close to you, besides his Upper Moon 1. And he definitely doesn’t allow Douma anywhere near you!
Muzan is very protective over you. He doesn’t let you leave the Infinity Castle as much, he’s afraid of a Demon Slayer finding out about you. He doesn’t want to imagine you being ripped away from him.
He’s seen you powers and he can’t help it but get excited. The smell of blood you give off makes him wanna pounce on you.
Sekido
Now this Demon is angry that you a weak human have these kinds of powers! You have a power greater than most Demons that are running around. And he hates the fact that a human is greater than most Demons.
Once he saw your powers in person he was amazed, he couldn’t believe that you can make your blood or your opponents blood into weapons. And into any weapon you want, and honestly he’s low key jealous.
He’s a grumpy boy but as time passes by he will be impressed by your powers. Even the other clones are amazed by your powers that they are always bothering you. Which makes Sekido yell at them. “BACK OFF WILL YOU GUYS!”
Now Sekido is going to train you, he may not have your powers but he’ll try his best to train you. So he’ll take you to the woods, and he’ll make sure to drag a poor human along.
He’ll watch you kill off the poor scared human and he’ll watch you as you drain their blood to make weapons and blood portals.
You have a strong irony blood scent on you and it drives him crazy. He’s always towering above you and if any of the clones dare get near you he’ll snap their necks.
Whenever he’s yelling at you or the other clones you’ll make it rain blood above him or them, and it will shut him up. He has his mouth open so the blood could fall into his mouth.
He has introduced you to the Demon King, and you were quite nervous. Muzan hated all humans, but when Sekido told him about you and your powers he was interested. Muzan allows him to keep you as long as you don’t go running off with the Demon Slayers.
Sekido enjoys whenever your covered in blood, it’s a huge turn on for him. And he purposely draw blood on himself so you can enjoy yourself.
He’ll probably take you on some of his missions so could train more, but he won’t take you all the time he can’t risk of losing you.
Giyu
Now your first encounter with the Water Hashira, it wasn’t the best experience. You were in the woods covered in blood and you were shaken up. You ran away from some Demons that you didn’t see Giyu’s silhouettes from the distance.
All you could see was a man running towards you while holding a sword and of course you began to panic and started to form a sword using the blood that was around you. And fought this unknown man.
After awhile the fight died down and he had you pinned down to the cold floor, and you were crying and begging for him to let you go. Giyu found it extremely odd that a Demon was pleading with him, that’s until he realized you were human.
He dragged you against your will to the butterfly mansion. And that’s were you met the rest of the Hasiras’s, and that’s were you had to explain your powers to them. At first they were hesitant to trust you but as time passed by they slowly started to gain trust in you.
You became the closest to Giyu, he was the one who dragged you into your new life. And at first he didn’t want anything to do with you but he ended up falling in love with you.
Now he wants you to be at your best with your powers! So he’ll do everything in his power to train you and help you improve.
And with you on the Demon Slayers side he’s greatful to have you, because god help him if you were on Muzan’s side or a Demon. You’ll be a powerful being.
So that being said, the Hashira’s keep your known being to a minimum. They can’t let the word go out that you have powers because you’ll be hunted down.
Giyu is at lost for words whenever you make weapons made of blood, he’s just so impressed that a human can have these powers. But you also have that blood blood scent on you so it took him awhile to get used to.
THIS BOY WILL PROTECT YOU TO THE END!! AND YOU’LL ALSO PROTECT HIM TOO UWU
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NEW MORRO AU TIME!!
Info and images beneath the cut! Pls click for quality.
Ok, this is a song au, based off of these three songs: The Heart Acoustic, The Mind Electric, and The Soul Eclectic, all by Chonny Jash. If you don't already know them, please go listen to them in that order!
I've gotten really obsessed with them lately (thanks worm anon lmao) and I do what I do with all media I like, which is make it about Morro.
In this au, Morro developed some very specific mental disorder that split his personalities (possibly D.I.D?) that called themselves the Heart and Mind, and him the Soul. This is how I'll refer to them all from now on.
First up is the Heart.
He's basically a collection of Morro's childhood traumas, and is in constant agony because of how intense his emotions are. Heart can be very childlike.
He feels everything. He switches between being painfully empathetic, and having barely enough energy to empathise. He's kinda very depressed.
He hates the Mind because of how inhumane he is. He is very stubborn in this hatred.
Heart can be pretty useless, but it's not exactly his fault because yk, emotional agony. However, he shouldn't be underestimated. As the memory-holder of the system, he has the worst memories out of the three, and this trauma can cause violent outbursts. He can absolutely be dangerous.
He can also be reasonable, it's just that mind sends him over the edge so often.
I designed him around the outfit the ninja find on his skeleton in canon, and his green ninja outfit. Have fun w those connotations
Next up is the Mind.
This is supposed to be an embodiment of Wu's teachings, and how they affected him.
This is why he looks more adult, more grown than the others, and also had the braid (but longer) that Wu has in canon.
Because Mind is basically like Wu, and Heart is an embodiment of Morros traumas, you can imagine how very much they hate eachother.
In the song, Mind is a machine. In this au, he's not, but he's very robotic and very strict. Heart calls him a machine as an insult. Mind is kinda more of a "fighting machine", yk?
He's incredibly unemotional. Lacks empathy, only knows how to negotiate. He thinks very lowly of Heart for being so controlled by his emotions, because it means that Mind can't make the system to be the perfectly efficient machine he wants it to be.
He is very stubborn in this trying to convince Heart to suck it up and be just as robotic as he is.
Finally, the Soul.
This is basically just canon Morro.
Canon Morro except as he's carefully navigating his way through the Cursed Realm, he is in perpetual conflict because he can hear these two sides fighting day and night in his head, and he can't get them to shut up.
He is the host, and definitely has the most power over the system. He is also in control of the body most of the time, Heart and Mind-- when they're not endlessly fighting-- are trying to negotiate with Soul.
This is not a good thing for Soul lmao. Now he has to deal with bickering, and the occasional stubborn persuasion.
They both try so hard to convince him to get rid of the other, convince him that they're right, convince him to do anything, to help them both stuck forever in this hell with the person they hate most.
Mind tries to appeal to his desires, (quotes from the songs): "He's [Heart] a depressed fool. Abandon him and we could live so free."
Heart tries to appeal to his humanity; "He's [Mind] a damn madman. Is that the one you truly want to be?"
Ultimately, they have no real power over Soul, but Soul has all the power over them. So they whine and yell and try to convince him, but Soul isn't having any of it. He's developed a lack of empathy, because it is constantly being used against him.
So, he's very reckless and easily agitated, he's very quickly starting to go insane, and often lashes out in manic-like episodes. Sometimes at others, sometimes at Heart and Mind.
He keeps trying to shrug off these voices and they keep coming back. Every now and then, the voices stop, and he has a moment of clarity, and he breaks down, so scared and confused of what's happening, begging the outside world for help.
If he gets revived [idk yet] this will all persist into his life.
Keep in mind I'm just deriving all these personalities from the songs, so seriously, if you haven't, then go listen to them!! They're great songs!!
They'll provide great context and you'll probably understand what I'm saying even better.
Okkkk, I'll reblog this with some other pictures I've drawn of it, (other quotes from the songs lmaoo) so if you've read this far then omg tysm!!! :DDD
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lovebug again
✩ boo seungkwan x reader
✩ high school setting, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of death
✩ w.c. approx. 7.1k
♫ this town - niall horan; lovebug - jonas brothers; for lovers - lamp; forever&more - role model; la la la that’s how it goes - honne; falling for you - colbie caillat
I hate being sick.
Everyone does, but some people enjoy the special treatment they receive from loved ones. But in my household, that is never the case. When I get sick, it always seems to be my fault. Too much time on my cellphone, not enough sleep, going out with friends too much—every leisure activity that could be blamed except for the fact that it actually happens.
Teenagers get two to four colds a year on average. But maybe I’m not a teenager after all since my mom says I should never catch a cold. Only weak people do. And annoyingly so, I kind of agree. As president of the class and of the school council, each day is vital. So, being sick is totally not on schedule and ruins everything. The time I’m spending lying on my bed staring at my ceiling could have been time for me to finalize our plans for the fundraiser and the booths for the upcoming school festival. But no, the universe decided that I should become the most helpless human being on earth at the time I'm most needed.
I couldn't even check my phone for updates or messages from other school council members. My mom is convinced that my phone single-handedly caused me to catch a virus and that it should be kept away from me. She even went out of her way to wrap it in a drawstring bag so my sister wouldn't get sick like me. I tried to do some schoolwork in advance, but I felt like my head was about to fall off, so I quickly abandoned that plan.
It was a day ago in Chemistry class when I started feeling ill.
“Okay, here are five chemical equations to balance. I’ll give you a couple minutes to accomplish this and then we’ll get right to checking them.”
I look down right away at my notebook and copy the equations. By the second one, the numbers and letters are starting to jumble and lose sense. I feel like I’ve been reading the same number over and over again. I look up and around at my classmates to see if I’ve just been looking down too much, but I quickly regret it as soon as I see Jisoo’s head in front of me turn into three. I clutch my head and shut my eyes closed, hoping it would go away. Nevertheless, I go back to my problem set and attempt to accomplish it.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Looking to my right, where the voice is coming from, I see Seungkwan, who looks concerned. I quickly reassure him that I’m fine and that it’s probably just the heat. He nods in agreement, but does so hesitantly. Anyhow, I couldn’t find it in me to reassure him further as another wave of pain hits my head, and right at that moment I think I would just like to be hit by a train and be done with.
As I am looking down, I see a peek of navy blue hovering by my peripheral. I slowly turn my head towards it and see a jug held by Seungkwan, still with his worried face.
I’ve known Seungkwan for years. Our parents know each other way back from their childhood as we live just about 7 houses down by each other. It’s a small town too, so we go to the same market, same bakery, same school, and same dainty old cafes and restaurants. On holidays, we exchange meals and gifts, and simple hellos and goodbyes.
I remember the time before Nari was born. Seungkwan and I would always run around the house and play together. He invited me to his birthday parties, and I did too. Though, when we grew up and my father passed, I found myself forever changed. Seungkwan and I started to drift apart as a result of that, among other things.
Seungkwan has always been the most extroverted one in the room, and me, well, I’m completely on the other end of that spectrum. Wonwoo and Jiheon have always been quite introverted as well so we quickly got along. Surprisingly though, Wonwoo had also made friends with Seungkwan along with a few other boys. We would all be together from time to time at the park, the boys playing sports, and Jiheon and I, along with the other younger siblings of the boys, playing a definitely more beginner-friendly version of whatever game they were playing. All in all, we all got along well. Seungkwan and I would exchange conversations every now and then, but we weren’t as close and playful as we were before.
But I must admit, I have, and always will, hold a special fondness for Seungkwan. He was always sweet and kind, and even loved by all the elderly people in town. I recall the time I was out to buy some bread for our house, I saw him happily chatting with Chan’s grandmother. I say chatting, but more like gossiping by the way they were hunched and shifting their eyes. He would always make sure everyone in class was included, and he would always make everyone happy with his jokes and skits that he, Seokmin, Jisoo, and surprisingly, Jihoon, would act out. Seungkwan would also unhesitantly offer assistance to the student council during major projects. Sometimes, he would even stay late with me, saying, “So you have less to do tomorrow, and more time to rest!” He would then walk me home, and never forget to greet my parents and wish them well.
Seungkwan is lovely. And he is even more lovely now as he offers his water to me. Our drinking fountains have been under maintenance recently so, if I take up his offer he’ll have to wait until he gets home to get a drink again. He sees me hesitate and about to reject his offer, so he firmly places his tumbler on my desk and turns back to his notebook, offering no space for compromise.
In perfect timing, Mr. Hyun announces that the time is up and it’s time to check our answers. I pick up the tumbler, open it, and drink. I turn to Seungkwan quickly and smile. He smiles back.
By the next day, the headaches still come and go, but I keep it to myself and head to school anyway. During our break time, Wonwoo and Jiheon notice my weakened state and urge me to go to the school clinic.
“I’m fine! Just sleepy, that’s all.”
They share a look and thankfully leave my table.
But my peace is soon ruined as Jiheon slams a piece of paper on my desk. A clinic slip. The loud thump gathers the attention of the class, and they take notice of the much familiar white paper that occupies my desk.
“Oh my god, class president is sick?!” Soonyoung exclaims while exaggeratingly covering his mouth.
Usually unconcerned Hansol, Myeongho, and Junhui jerk their heads in my way with horrified expressions.
“I’m not sick! It’s just a small headache. It’ll go away soon.”
“It won’t.” Wonwoo says firmly with his arms crossed. “You’ve been having them since yesterday. Go to the clinic right now or else I’ll drag you there myself.”
Now, I'm usually assertive and tend to win in situations, but when I remember how Wonwoo once dragged Mingyu down the stairs by his backpack down the stairs because they were running late, I decide to sign the slip. I definitely don't want to be dragged like that.
On my way out, Jeonghan and Jisoo give me a few applauses with matching devious smirks.
I point at them accusingly and say, “Unlike you, I’m not pretending just to get out of class.”
Now here I am, at home, holed up in my room, bored out of my mind. Until, I hear a knock on my door and see Nari peeking in.
“Unnie, your classmate’s downstairs. He’s talking with Eomma. Come quickly.” She says hurriedly before rushing out.
I wonder what’s Wonwoo doing here. He usually sends me a text if he’s coming over. Well, he’s been one of my best friends for years, and he has come over a lot, so it’s not like my family has no idea of his existence, and maybe, he thought that sending me a text would end up in me stopping him from coming over. Probably.
Knowing it's only Wonwoo, I skip glancing at the mirror to fix my appearance; after all, he's seen me worse. Still feeling a bit lightheaded from lying down for hours, I make my way downstairs.
“Yah, Wonwoo. You couldn’t even se-“
I halt and gape at the man in my living room who is definitely not my best friend with fifty-eight centimeter wide shoulders (we got bored in class).
Seungkwan stands there in his collared navy blue sweatshirt, holding a basket of tangerines, looking at me with an alarmed face, then gives me a soft smile. It is at this moment I truly realize how much the universe hates me. I probably look like absolute shit right now, and Nari’s sly smile only confirms that further. That little girl.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude or whatsoever. I hope it’s okay. I’ll just drop this off and go, I’m sorry again.”
My mom quickly butts in, “No, no! It’s alright Seungkwan. The gesture is much appreciated. And I know this one has been dying for a familiar face that isn’t ours.” She gives me a look, which I have no idea what it even means, and smiles. She takes the basket and heads to the kitchen bringing Nari along.
In the living room, Seungkwan and I find ourselves standing awkwardly, a noticeable gap between us. It's evident that he wants to say something, but he seems hesitant, perhaps fearing that he might not be welcome. Unable to bear the silence any longer, I take the initiative and speak up.
“Thank you for coming by the way. And for the tangerines too. Those are my favorite.”
“I know.”
His response catches me off guard, and my surprise seems to have unconsciously shown on my face, prompting him to explain further.
“In middle school, we were asked to bring our favorite food. You came in holding this single medium-sized tangerine. And you know, my family has a farm so I brought one too. I was really embarrassed because Seungcheol had brought this full-blown meal and everyone was gathered around him. But then you saw me, approached me and told me-“
“‘Tangerines are cuter anyway.” I finish.
We both share a laugh and in between our laughter he asks me, “What the hell does that even mean anyway? How could tangerines be cute?”
I look at him fondly and answer, “Well, they just are.”
There’s a pregnant pause that follows our laughter as we gauge what to do next. As I’m about to ask him what made him drop by, he already answers me with a sheepish smile, “I, uh, just seeing you pale and weak in class, and you not showing up today just really had me worried.” He scratches his head and looks away. “So, I decided to check-up on you to see if you were alright.
Despite my disheveled bed hair, crusty and pale lips, and being dressed in Anpanman pajamas, I confidently say that I'm doing well.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be coming to school tomorrow.”
He gives me a worried look, like the one he gave me a day ago in Chemistry. “Are you sure? I think you should rest more. The council’s doing alright with the prep anyway.”
Feeling my stomach flutter at his genuine concern, I try to brush it off, blaming it on my feverish state, and reassure him that I'll be okay.
“I’ll be fine, Kwan. It’s just a cold.”
Kwan. I hadn’t realized I used a nickname for him I gave him years ago until I had said it. Either he didn’t notice, or doesn’t really care as it doesn’t seem to have caught him off-guard, seeing that he still seems to worry about me.
“If you say so…”
Ever the worrywart, but undeniably cute.
?!
“Well, it’s about to get dark in a while so I should head home. It was good seeing you. I hope you feel better. And if you ever decide not to come to school tomorrow that’s a hundred percent just fine, and I’ll take care of letting our teachers and the council know.”
I chuckle and walk him to the door.
“Thank you, Seungkwan. For coming by, and for the tangerines. I really appreciate it. Be safe on your walk back, and see you in school tomorrow.”
A few steps away from the door, he turns around, now walking backwards, with that charming smile and says, “I mean this in the nicest way possible. I hope I don’t.” As he walks away, that smile still on his face, I wave goodbye, returning the gesture with a warm smile of my own.
Subconsciously admitting that I do feel a little under the weather, I retreat back inside, hoping to get more and better rest.
Nearing the staircase, my mom stops me, and Nari hovers behind her with a smile that makes me feel uneasy.
“So,” she starts, annoyingly elongating the ‘o’. “I haven’t seen you and Seungkwan together for a while.” I quickly try to jump to correct her until she interrupts me. “I mean, you know, conversing. Especially with him coming here to our home.”
“Yeah, conversing.” Nari butts in, also, elongating her vowels. I roll my eyes at them.
“Tell that sweet boy he should come over often like the old days. Makes me feel younger.” My mom yells.
Don’t think I’ll be doing that, but like the good daughter I am, I say okay anyway and go back to my room.
My head pounds as I struggle to wake up, attempting to open my heavy eyes. The blaring alarm in the background adds to my discomfort, and I quickly move over to silence it. Another second of that noise, and my head might just explode. Despite feeling weak, I gather the strength to stand up, determined to get ready for school
Looking at my state and the fact that I can’t even tie my shoes right without getting lightheaded should be enough reason for me to garbage the idea of going to school. But then, I remember all my missed classes and the council preparations. I can’t miss one more day.
During breakfast, I try my best to act normal and perfectly healthy. Nari gives me a side eye every now and then, waiting for a moment to catch me red-handed; pretending not to be sick. Fortunately, my mom is preoccupied with getting ready for work and preparing our lunches, so she doesn't pay strict attention to my condition.
So far so good.
I collect my things and head out. As I open the door, the sun blares right at me so I cover my eyes with my hands and take a few steps forward to get into the shade. As soon as I remove my hand, I jump out of surprise at the sight of Seungkwan.
“Yah! Are you trying to kill me?! What are you doing?!”
“I’m sorry! I just..” He trails off and leads me into confusion.
“You just…?”
“My mom!” He screams frantically, and I jump in surprise again. “My mom also knew about you getting sick, so she asked me to accompany you to school to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh, well, she really didn’t have to. I’ll send her a text that I’m alright-”
“No!” He screams again.
“Seriously! Why do you keep screaming so early in the morning?!” His agitated state isn't exactly helping mine, and the never-ending screaming is starting to make me lightheaded again.
“I’ll do it. I mean- you don’t have to send her a text. I’ll tell her myself later. Don’t. Send a text.”
“Okay, alright!!”
I turn towards the direction of the school and start walking. He quickly follows and walks beside me.
Trying to make small talk, he asks me, “Are you feeling better today?”
“Yeah I am.” Well, technically, yes I am better. I didn’t say anything about feeling totally okay, so I’m totally, technically, not lying.
“That’s good,” is all he says.
He doesn’t make further small talk and we make our way to school in comfortable silence. Even if we hadn’t maintained a close friendship all these years, I can never feel uncomfortable around Seungkwan. Somehow, he always knows when I am in need of a cheery conversation, or time to be left alone. He also supports me in any endeavor I take on, like running for class president, and school council president. He even went as far as taking Soonyoung and Seokmin to the crafts store, buying materials to make a ton of banners and posters for me. I thanked them by treating them to Chan’s grandmother’s restaurant.
As we arrive in our classroom, our arrival makes some commotion.
“Oh? Class president, hello! Seungkwan-ah… hello to you too.” Soonyoung greets, adding a wink for whatever reason at the end.
As we walk to our seats, I feel lingering eyes following our every move. I look back and see Seokmin and Soonyoung whispering to each other. I raise a brow at them, and turn back to my seat shaking my head.
“Sorry about Soonyoung. I guess he missed you.” Seungkwan says beside me as he settles on his seat. “We all did…” He adds.
Wonwoo and Jiheon approach me asking about how I was and if I was feeling better. I fed them the same remarks (not lies) as I did Seungkwan. Wonwoo looks at me accusingly but decides to brush it off and keep to himself. If I don’t want to be sent home, I should really look out for Wonwoo. He might smell my bullshit about being okay from a mile away.
I made sure to bring a lot of water, using the big jug my mother uses on family trips. And also, to avoid Seungkwan offering his, and ending up infecting him. After all he’s done for me, I really don’t want to do that to him.
I excuse myself and head to the restroom to take a pain reliever, so a headache wouldn’t come over and torture me during class. After doing just that and trying to get myself together, I head back and continue as normal.
At lunch, Wonwoo and Jiheon eat with me. As I open my lunchbox and pause, both of them point at me accusingly, “Aha! I knew it! You’re still sick aren’t you?”
I guess my reaction, or lack thereof, to seeing my lunch was a dead giveaway that I don’t feel so up to par. Usually, I would get excited and eat right away, leaving no crumbs for Jiheon to steal.
“Ugh, but I feel better now. I promise!” I beg, mostly to Wonwoo. “Help me here Jiheon, please?”
“Sorry, I’m with Wonwoo on this one. You’ve been overworking yourself these days and coming to school today will just make your fever worse. You need to rest. It’s okay to, y’know?” She says.
I lean back on my chair, any appetite I even had, gone. I appreciate my best friends’ worries, but I really can’t afford missed days. But maybe they’re right. I can rest, and if I push myself harder I’ll miss more school days than I should.
Wonwoo pulls out an all-familiar slip and pushes it towards me. A clinic slip, all filled out and ready for me to bring. “We’re only worried about you. It’ll be better anyway if you were here in perfect, healthy condition, than physically being here but your mind—no offense, helpless.”
I take the slip and put it in my pocket. And since I don’t have any appetite, nor will I be in the classroom, I offer my lunch to Jiheon, which she accepts excitedly. Wonwoo shakes his head.
I leave the room and head to the clinic. On the way, I really start to feel my fever taking a toll on my body. What even possessed me to leave my bed and get ready? I should have stayed and slept all day.
When I get to the school clinic, they take my temperature and quickly assess that I should be sent home (again) for better recovery. Nurse Yang tells me she’ll ask someone to bring my stuff over for me.
After waiting for a bit, the sound of the chimes by the door brings my attention to Jisoo who is wearing my backpack.
“Thanks, Jisoo.”
“No problem. Though, I’m kinda jealous.” I smack him square on the shoulder. Nurse Yang gives us a side-eye glance. “Kidding. Obviously.” He heads out the clinic, but not before shouting, “Get well soon, our president!” I chuckle at Jisoo’s antics. “Sorry about that.” I tell Nurse Yang, to which she only shakes her head at.
“Your mother says she’s near, you should go to the gate now. Get well soon, dear.”
“Thank you, Nurse Yang. Hopefully you won’t see me back here anytime soon.” I really, genuinely, hope that.
I meet my mom, who is visibly mad, at the school gate. As soon as I get in the car, she gives me a lecture. I drown it out, and use my headache as an excuse to nap, even for a bit.
As soon as we get home, she orders me to stay on the couch for dinner and to drink some ginger tea. Even though the couch might not be as comfortable as my bed, I still snuggle in and nap.
The sound of the doorbell wakes me up. Despite being just a few feet away from the door, I refrain from standing up to get it. I know my family understands my current sickly state, and they will likely get it themselves. I hear the door open and my mom’s delighted gasp.
“Ah, Seungkwan!” I jolt upright and check if my ears heard that right. I look at the door, and there he is, right outside, holding a paper bag and smiling sheepishly at my mom. I contemplate whether I’m dreaming or not, but with Nari tapping my chin, I guess I’m not.
“A fly might go in, Unnie.” She teases then runs away before I give her one.
Seungkwan greets my mother back. “Hello! Just wanted to drop by again and give this samgyetang Eomma made. I also just wanted to check if…” He points at me, on the couch, “…is okay.” He smiles, and waves at me.
“Oh! How kind of you Seungkwan. Come in, come in!” My mom ushers him hurriedly inside, and takes the paper bag from his hands.
She looks at me pointedly, “Make some space for him!”
Seungkwan, alarmed, quickly blurts, “Oh no, it’s okay! I can just stand here...”
Despite his protests, I move my legs off the couch and move off to one side. I look at Seungkwan, who has a look of horror (and a bit of shame) on his face, and pat the very vacant seat beside me.
“Seungkwan, it’s okay. Lying down for so long isn’t great anyway.” I reassure him.
“Well, I won’t be here long. I just wanted to check if you were okay. But also, I felt a bit guilty that I didn’t notice that you were sick this morning.”
If I thought my head pounding was painful, the rapid and loud beating of my heart in my chest is quickly overshadowing that pain. Kind, charming, sweet seat mate and friend Boo Seungkwan, who offered me his water bottle [despite the fact that he can’t get a refill throughout the day], dropped by my house afterwards to give me a basket of tangerines, came to my house early in the morning to accompany me on my way to school [even if he was closer if he were to walk from his home], brought homemade samgyetang, and now says he feels guilty for not noticing I was still feeling sick. I think I might just melt into this couch, actually.
Thinking of nothing to respond, I switch the subject and ask him how his family is doing.
“They’re doing pretty good. My sisters miss seeing you. They always liked you ‘cause they could dress you up and talk about girl things I probably can’t understand.” He laughs.
“Well, I miss them too. Being an elder sister to Nari makes me want one too. I’ll make sure to visit when I get better.”
To that, he merely nods. We’re left in awkward silence again. Running out of things to say, I impulsively invite him over for dinner.
“Oh, no it’s alright, I don’t want to be a nuisance.”
My mom overhears him and quickly excuses him (more like begs him with pleading eyes), “No, Seungkwan. It’s alright. We would love to have you over for dinner! It’s always just us three, so another would make great company.”
“Eomma’s right, Kwan.”
Kwan. The nickname again. I silently hope he doesn’t notice. And instead of dwelling on why it felt so natural to call him that, like in the old days, I beg him to stay.
“It’s the least we can do for all you’ve done for us, for me. The visits, the tangerines, the samgyetang, your water… Please stay.”
He looks at me to my mother, in deep thought. He fumbles with his hands, and I take notice of how slender and pretty they are. He takes a deep breath as he answers, “Okay.” My mom cheers and shouts my sister and I’s names, telling us to set the table and help her in the kitchen.
“Let me help!” Seungkwan says loudly, standing up from his seat.
“No.” We say in unison. Seungkwan gives up and sits back down with a huff.
During dinner, the atmosphere in our cozy kitchen is delightful, with lively conversation filling the air. A table for four, an antique lamp hanging right above our heads, and a lit candle on the counter. Seungkwan seamlessly fits in, right here beside me, engaging in cheerful chatter with my family. As we lock eyes occasionally, we can't help but share sheepish smiles.
In the middle of Seungkwan telling a story of how his sisters dressed him up for Chuseok last year, a sudden and powerful thunderclap reverberates the room and takes us all by surprise. Nari drops her spoon in surprise and latches on to our mother. As my mom consoles her, I look over at Seungkwan and see him deep in thought.
Oh right, he still has to go home.
“Oh, that must be the rain. Before it gets any stronger, I should probably go…” He says, looking down, afraid to disappoint my mother.
Out of concern (and concern only), I butt in. “What if it gets stronger as you’re walking home? Even with an umbrella, the walk home will still be pretty dangerous.” My overthinking self proves to be quite resourceful at this moment in concocting excuses, even though, in reality, it's not even raining yet. Despite that fact, I continue, “It’ll be better to wait it out, here, where you’re safer.”
I look to my mother in hopes she would agree with me. Her brows are raised but she relaxes them back as soon as I nudge mine for her to interject.
“Oh, yes. Agreed. Definitely. It’s time we took care of you, don’t you think?”
We all look to Seungkwan. An uneasy expression settles on his face. So, to assure him that he isn’t overstaying his welcome (I don’t think he ever can), I place my hand on his arm and smile softly.
“Please?” I squeeze his arm a bit. “I don’t want your family to get mad at me anyway for sending you home drenched.”
He chuckles and places his hand on top of mine. It’s warm. Where is this heat coming from? My fever? My naturally sweaty hands? My hand being sandwiched by his skin? The candle? Or maybe, it has something to do with the loud, fast rhythm my heart is going.
“Okay, okay. You convinced me.” He says out loud. His hand still on mine.
As dinner ends, my mother tells me to put on a movie in the living room to pass time in waiting out the rain. Seungkwan and I make offers to help with the dishes, but my mother is sure she can handle it and doesn’t let us forget that, actually, I’m still sick. Seungkwan, as if hit with this revelation, looks to me with shock as if he had also forgotten why he had come in the first place.
He rushes us back into the living room, settling on the couch, and picking a movie to watch.
“How about that one?”
“The Mimic?! Are you serious?! I’m sorry but no.” He says to me, as if very offended.
“But they said it’s good!”
“How about this one instead?”
The Lover’s Lake, flashes on the TV. I look to him in surprise. I should’ve known he was a rom-com guy.
“See, look. 5 star ratings! This is definitely the one.” He says excitedly. With this much excitement coming from him , I find it impossible to say no. He celebrates shortly, then stands up to dim the lights, setting the perfect mood, and then settles back down, wiggling around to find a more comfortable position. And this said position seems to be at a spot closer to me than he was previously.
I have this thing where, if the movie is good, I tend to instantly fall asleep. And that is just what I did. My eyes were getting heavy about just 20 minutes in. I had felt myself slowly leaning onto Seungkwan, and continued doing so until my head rested on his shoulder. He had not said a word about it, and continued to watch the film.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but he had leaned onto me too. Though, I wouldn’t be so sure about that as I had drifted off to sleep by then.
“Okay, now just pull the bunny ears you’re holding. Pull them tight.”
Following his instructions, I pull tight and successfully tie my shoelaces. His face contorts in delight and breaks out in a big smile.
“See! You did it! Not that hard, right?”
“It was hard.”
He laughs and picks me up in his arms.
Giving me a big smooch on my cheek, he tells me, “I’m proud of you anyway, my love.”
“Thanks, appa.” I say, and hug him tighter.
“Now go back down and show them.”
I run down the stairs excitedly. Today’s my 4th birthday and my family and friends have come to celebrate with me. There’s people towering over me everywhere. Finding my way to my mom to show her my recent feat, I maneuver through the crowd the best I can, but in doing so, I bump into someone.
“Ow, my head!”
As the voice screams out, I instinctively reach for the spot where we bumped, trying to figure out who I even bumped into.
It’s Seungkwan!
“Seungkwan!” He greets me back with the same enthusiasm, both of our pains ebbing away.
“Look!” I point to my shoes and he looks down to see what I’m even excited about.
His jaw drops a bit at the achievement usually only 6 year olds can achieve. “You did those?!”
“Yep.” I say with a proud smile. He continues looking at me in shock and he looks down at his shoes.
Velcros.
I laugh heartily but stop immediately when Seungkwan looks back up at me with an annoyed face.
In an attempt to make him feel better, I ask him if he wants to go get sweets with me. He puts up a bit of a fight before agreeing, but says yes anyway as if it was his last resort.
I take his hand in mine as we weave through the crowd towering over us. He squeezes my hand every now and then, when someone bumps into him and he’s lagging behind, afraid I’ll leave him behind. I tug on his hand.
After what felt like the world’s most grueling journey, we arrive at the kitchen. The sweets are on the counter, but they are really, really high up—way beyond our reach.
Seungkwan and I share a look.
He gives me a nod and I return a look of confusion. He nodded at me like I knew what he was about to do, or that we’ve been through this a million times. He really needs to stop watching those spy movies.
He leaves for a moment and comes back with a stool. As he takes a step on it, it wiggles a bit and I clutch onto him immediately. I look up at him and he merely says, “Oops.” I furrow my brows at him in annoyance.
“Let go of me! I’m so near!” He whines while gently pushing my forehead.
I sigh in defeat and let him go.
He takes another step, both feet on the stool. The added leverage enables him to see the array of sweets on the counter, which, judging by his reaction, is a pretty damn lot.
“Woah! There’s bungeo-ppang, chocopie, songpyeon, and-” He pauses and lets out a gasp.
“What? What is it?! Tell me!” I beg, tugging on his shorts.
He looks at me to create suspense, and then screams in glee, “HOTTEOK! Our favorite!”
In utter surprise and excitement, I pull my hand away from Seungkwan and start applauding. But it seemed like I did it too quickly, causing him to lose balance. From the first wobble, I start screaming his name repeatedly.
“Seungkwan! Seungkwan!” I say it repeatedly, and too fast, that by some point (yes, at this point he is still pretty much wobbling, putting up a good fight) all anyone would hear is, “Kwan! Kwan! Kwaaaan!”
He falls.
I rush to his side and ask him if he’s okay. He stays on the floor, with his eyes closed. After a beat of silence, he starts laughing. I look at him in confusion, wondering if he hit his head too hard. Seungkwan is now crazy and I have to say bye-bye forever.
He opens his eyes and stops laughing as soon as he sees my expression.
“You sounded so funny. ‘Kwan! Kwan! Kwan!” He says, mimicking my voice.
I smack him square on the shoulder.
“Sorry. Here-” He tries to sit up and hands me something. A single piece of hotteok. “Happy birthday!”
I take it from his hand saying, “Oh. Thanks!”
“What happened here?!”
We both look up in surprise at the horrified voice. It’s my mother.
In fear, Seungkwan starts apologizing frantically. “Sorry! We just wanted some sweets but I fell down. Don’t worry they’re still fine! I just got one hotteok though.”
My mom sighs deeply and helps Seungkwan up. She returns the stool from where it came from and reaches for something on the counter.
“Here. One for you, since you fought so valiantly for it.” She says, ruffling his hair. Someone from the living room calls for her. She gives us a smile and walks away.
Seungkwan and I exchange amused glances and burst into laughter. Amidst our laughter, I manage to take a bite of the hotteok now and then, only to continue laughing with my mouth full. Seungkwan playfully teases me, "You hotteok addict! At least wait for us to stop laughing!”
I smack his shoulder again, which seems to urge him to tease me further. “Hotteok addict! Hotteok addict!” He starts mimicking my voice and my rushed tone from earlier, now saying, “Tteokki! Tteokki! Tteokki!”
“What does that even mean?!”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. What does Kwan mean?!”
“Your name is SeungKWAN, stupid!”
“Kwan! Kwan! Kwan!”
“Tteokki! Tteokki! Tteokki!”
“Yah!” We both look at the booming voice, and see my dad towering over us with his brow raised. Seungkwan and I look at each other and nod. Then we start running away in laughter.
A loud thunderstrike jolts me awake.
Huh. My 4th birthday. That was the last time my dad celebrated my birthday with me, and the last time Seungkwan ever saw him alive. What a bittersweet memory.
I try to raise my head but feel a weight on top of it, stopping me from doing so.
My cheeks heat up at the realization. Seungkwan fell asleep too. And, he’s leaning on me.
In a state of panic, I try to make him more comfortable, but only lead myself to move my head and realize how stiff my neck is. I wince in pain which jolts Seungkwan awake. He looks around, feeling heavily disoriented.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.” I say.
He looks at me with his mouth slightly open, his hair all floofed up in different directions, and a faint red mark on his left cheek where he was leaning on me.
He gains a bit of composure and says, “No! If anything, it’s my fault. Sorry for falling asleep on you. It must have been uncomfortable.” He scratches the back of his head, feeling a bit ashamed.
With no intention of lying, I agree with him. “Yeah, a bit. But it’s alright.” I say, laughing a bit towards the end to make him more comfortable.
“Well, it seems like the rain has stopped. I should head home…”
My mouth opens to say something, but the words seem to escape me, leaving me with a simple, "Oh."
He stands up to collect his things and prepares to leave. I stand and go to the door before he can, then Seungkwan appears in front of me.
I open the door and gesture my hand for him to step out first. He smiles shyly and heads out, with me following right after.
“So, uh, thanks. For coming by today. I really lo-liked having you here.”
“Me too.” He responds promptly. It seems to be a vague response so he adds, “Thank you, I mean. Thank you also for the great dinner and letting me stay for a while. Sorry again for… sleeping on you…” He looks away.
I laugh and tell him, “Kwan, you apologize too much y’know. Honestly, tone it down.”
He lets out a blissful sigh. “Well, I won’t keep you out here for too long. Goodbye.” He wistfully says, saying my name at the end.
“Goodbye, Seungkwan. I’ll see you in school.”
He starts walking away, towards his home, away from me. And for some reason, I wait. I wait for him to do something. Not exactly sure what. But I just feel like I don’t want this to end.
So I rush back inside the house and reach for something below the shoe rack. I run after Seungkwan, shouting his name.
Alarmed, he looks back immediately in shock. I stand before him tired and panting with my hands on my knees.
“What are you-”
“Here-” I hand him an umbrella. It’s pink and has flowers. “You should use this. Y’know, in case it- umm, rains again.”
He appears hesitant, almost ready to decline, but he stops himself and settles for a simple, kind, and gentle, "Thank you. You didn't have to do that.”
We stand in the middle of the street, just staring at each other with soft smiles. Just two people who have been gravitating around each other, now seemingly refusing to be apart.
He breaks the silence and says, “I’ll go now. For real this time,” while pointing a finger at me. We share a laugh.
Feeling a bit ashamed, I look down and say, “Sorry.”
“Ah, it’s alright.”
He smiles at me, and in response, I smile back and nod, silently indicating that I have nothing else to say to hold him back from going home.
“Get well soon, Tteokki.” He says, ruffling my hair. I say nothing about the nickname, like he did all those times before, and keep smiling.
Seungkwan finally turns back and walks towards the direction of his home, and I do the same.
Before I step inside, I can't help but glance back at him. Seungkwan continues walking with the umbrella hanging on his wrist, swinging it along with his arms. I keep my eyes fixed on him until his silhouette fades away.
With a sigh, I turn back inside, unaware that a certain round-faced boy had momentarily halted his walk and looked back, his thoughts mirroring mine. Just for a moment.
After an exhausting day of essentially doing nothing, I plop down on my bed. I fluff my pillows, get under my covers, and hold onto my teddy bear, hoping for the best sleep ever.
However, just as I close my eyes for about three seconds, I hear a notification sound from my phone. Unable to ignore it, I reach over to my bedside table and check the notification. The curiosity of not knowing what it is would surely keep me from sleeping soundly anyway.
It’s a message from my mom.
Confused, I swipe to open our conversation and see that she has sent me an image. It hasn’t fully loaded yet so I click on it and wait.
When the image loads, my heart starts beating quickly.
It’s a picture of me and Seungkwan sleeping on the couch. My head on his shoulder, his head on top of mine. My brows aren’t furrowed like they usually are. I look relaxed; at ease. I don’t look like I’m sick at all. And Seungkwan looks the same.
I zoom in behind us and see Nari smiling wide holding up a peace sign.
I shake my head and react on the picture with an angry emoji. Before I turn off my phone, my finger hovers over a button.
It doesn’t take much resistance from me to go ahead and click it, so I do.
Then a pop-up notification appears on my phone.
Image saved.
I smile to myself, then turn off my phone and head back to sleep.
Maybe I don’t hate being sick anymore.
a/n: loosely based on a dream I had of seungkwan! fun fact: that dream was the reason he ultimately became my bias T__T i miss u boo! Be well, always <3
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NETEYAM X HUMAN READER
A/N: potential spoilers down below for those who have not watched ATWOW
Spoilers in the ending where I put an A/N so do not read that please
ALSO THIS ISNT REALLY A SCENE FROM THE MOVIE SO PLEASE DONT HATE
A/N: I'm still knew at putting links in but this is part 2 if anyone has tips on how to use tumblr that would be great
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Summary: Y/N grew up with Jake and Neytiri's children as her parents were killed during the first war. She was the same age as Neteyam. They grew up together. They both harbored feelings for each other, but they both knew they couldn't be together due to them being different species.
I was the only one who knew how Kiri felt. Everyone would call her a freak, and I was a human who didn't belong here. Yet, somehow, the family showed me that it is okay to be different, that I was no outsider to them.
Night had fallen as I was with Neteyam. We both spoke on our feelings to each other, but we could never act on them. I was human. He was Na'Vi, who was destined to Mate with the next Tsahik. He was to be the next Olo'eyktan, and I would be just a regular human.
"What are you thinking about?" Neteyam asked, as I was unusually quiet.
"Nothing." I lied.
I stared at the stars above us as we were riding on his Ikran. It was rare for us to ever be alone, as I was always with Kiri, learning how to heal from her and Mo'at.
"You're lying." I sighed, he didn't even have to see my expression to know I'm lying.
"I don't want to ruin the moment Nete." I rest my head against his back, as I heard him let out a sigh.
My arms circled around his body, I was smaller than him, as he was an alien, who would grow to be ten feet tall.
"We're going to be having this discussion sooner or later by my parents." I squeezed my eyes shut as I buried my face deeper into his back.
"I know, I know Nete. But can we just have this moment?" He huffs in response as I scoot closer so my legs entangled with his as he pats his hand on my thigh.
"Fine, but we are talking about this whether you like it or not." I stayed silent, I know it'd be impossible to run away from this no matter how much I want to.
I lift my head so I was resting my chin on his shoulder, our cheeks touching.
Neteyam's ikran starts to fly down as we were heading towards the forest.
"Nete, where are you taking us?" He didn't respond as he stared down.
I let Neteyam take my hand as we walked together in silence.
"Neteyam?" I called out, but still no response.
He finally stopped as we were at the Kasvapan River. The water glowed different colors, as I saw some fan lizards and I tapped one, I stared in awe as they started to spin in circles in the air.
"Why are we here Nete?" I asked, as he sat on a rock, his feet resting in the water, his head hung low.
"I want you to be my Tsahik." I gasped.
"Nete you know-" He cuts me off.
"I know that you are human, I am a freak." I slapped his shoulder lightly.
"You are not a freak Nete, you are beautiful. The way you care for your people, you are kind. You are brave, I love you, Neteyam. You will find the perfect woman to be your Tsahik." I spoke sadly, I was kneeling beside him on the same rock.
"That's the thing Y/N!" He growled in frustration, his eyes tearing up just the slightest bit.
"Nete." I grabbed his face, my fingers barely able to fit under his chin.
"Neteyam, look at me." I demand softly, his yellow cat-like eyes stare back at me.
"Eywa will find you a better Tsahik. You will be a great leader, you will fall in love and find the perfect mate. Even if it is not me." Neteyam started to cry, as well as I do.
"I see you, Neteyam. Forever you will be in my heart." Neteyam's shoulders started to shake as he continued to sob into my shoulder.
"Why does this have to be so hard?" I continued to rub his back as I hug the Na'Vi.
I too started to cry.
"I don't know Nete. But we will heal in time." My body was hidden by the blue wounded Na'Vi as we both cried.
"I love you, Y/N." I wish I didn't have to wear this stupid mask, I want to be able to kiss him, but we will never got to kiss.
"I love you, Neteyam."
3rd P.O.V
It was the next day as Neteyam and Y/N barely spoke a word to each other. Everyone in the tribe found it odd that the two best friends were nowhere to be seen together. They were always attached at the hip, or one would be flirting, and the other would be flustered. Y/N was with Kiri as she was trying to get her mind off of last night.
"You're quiet today Y/N. Did Neteyam say something to you?" Y/N bites the inside of her cheek.
"We were talking about the future. We're both hurting right now." Y/n whispered. Kiri was her girl best friend, she would go to Kiri sometimes for advice about Neteyam, or in general to talk and hangout.
"He's eighteen now, soon he will be the Olo'teykan. He will find the perfect Tsahik, and I will be y/n. The helpless little human who fell for a Na'Vi." I let out an angry huff.
"You are not helpless. Believe me, I understand." I sighed. Shutting my eyes tightly.
"I love him, kiri. I don't know what to do." I sobbed. The young Na'Vi throws me into her arms as I sobbed.
"We will figure it out." She promised.
Kiri and y/n went silent as they continued to make medicine. Neteyam had announced earlier today that him and his brother were going on a mission.
"They're back!" Tuk announced, causing Y/N to be the first one to rush out of the little home.
"What happened?" Y/n gasped as she rushed to Jake, who was holding Neteyam.
"I'm fine." Neteyam grunted.
Y/N pursed her lips as she stared at Neteyam. He had a wound on his chest and his head was bleeding.
"Sit." She demanded the boy.
He complies as she continues to ramble in Na'Vi, as if she were Neytiri, as his mother would pace out of habit.
"I'm fine y/n." Jake slapped his oldest son upside the head.
"You need to be taken care of." Y/n and Neteyam have not said a word to each other. Jake even noticed the slight tension between them.
"What's going on between you two lately? You're usually running around or doing something." The two continued to stay silent as y/n tended to the slightly wounded boy.
"It's for the best, sir." Neteyam was the first to speak.
"For the best?" Jake stayed silent for a moment, then he realized. They were falling for each other.
"He's the next clan leader, I'm a human." Y/n spoke, Neteyam, let's out hiss when she dabbed on his cut too harshly.
Neteyam knew she was getting worked up over the topic, as he placed a hand on her waist to calm her nerves.
Jake noticed the silent exchange. He felt bad for the two teenagers, if only it were easy.
"I mean, we can't even kiss because one of us would die from the toxic air that kills humans. I feel like Eywa has cursed me to fall in love with your son, only for me to never be able to be with him. I feel like this is her revenge because of what the humans have done before I was born." Y/n rambles, finally getting something she's always wanted to say off her chest.
The three grew silent, not knowing what to say to her strong outburst.
"Eywa does not give revenge." A woman's voice appears, as she realizes it was Neytiri.
"Then why has she given me a broken heart?" She continues to stare at Neteyam.
"I mean, I can't be with him. We can't be together we're different species. I don't have an avatar that I could transfer my soul into. It was just best that I stayed away from him!" Y/n stops as she let's out a few sobs as she runs out of the home tree.
Jake ran after her. She ended up sitting high up in the tree as she cried in her legs, hugging them closer towards her small body.
She felt a presence behind her, but she continues to sob. Jake sits down in front of her. She hugs herself tighter as she shakes her head in her knees.
"I know this is hard, believe me. Things will get better." Y/n scoffs in response.
"He's the next clan leader, Jake. He is destined to be a leader, I'm just a small human who will just put you all in more danger. I don't belong here. It would be best if I just stayed away from your son. Just until our hearts won't ache anymore." Jake runs his hand over his face.
The girl stopped sobbing, her eyes puffy her eyes were blood shot from all the tears.
"It's for the best for now, Jake." She climbs down the tree with ease, Neteyam taught her how to climb when they were in the forest one day and wanted to race. She didn't know how so that day the siblings taught her how to climb.
A/N: I Was thinking about a part w where she was with the sully when they get kidnapped and that she was the one to get kidnapped and not spider and she gets shot instead? Idk lmk what you think.
#avatar#neteyam x oc#neteyam x reader#kiri sully#jake sully#neytiri#tumblr fyp#avatar fanfiction#avatar the way of water#james cameron
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The adults are talking — upcoming (soon on Ao3)
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pairing: James x Regulus / Remus x Sirius
word count: 3777
summary: Pandora would bat her eyes at him. She had resorted to non-verbal begging, since the verbal option hadn’t changed the Black boy's mind. “I am not going to be your little experiment on this, Panda. Now, leave me to my reading, will you?” He sighs, but it was no use. The dark skinned girl was decidedly not going to back down. “But Reggieeee!” She begs again, her voice all but a whine, “It’ll only last a couple minutes! I promise it’ll be quick, I just want to check if this works!” That was true. Pandora had no interest in keeping Regulus a 6 year old child forever; She’s curious to know what he was like, sure, but that was beyond the point of her experiment. All she received was silence and an eye roll. Gosh he was hard when he wanted to be. From the corner of her eye, Pandora could make out two figures entering the library; it’s a pity she can’t listen to what they’re laughing about, they seem to be having much more fun than her. It only takes her a second to figure out who both figures belong to. Then, a thought crosses her mind. “What if I convince Sirius?”
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Pandora wants to test a new potion on Regulus, but he’s clearly already decided he was not interested. All until she brings his brother into the mix, and things go… a bit wrong.
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chapter 1
Pandora was running low on options. Evan had denied the mere mention of the possibility, Barty had laughed in her face, She was scared to even bring the idea to Dorcas, and now Regulus was staring at her as if she was insane.
“Pandora,” he starts very carefully, closing his book slowly to match his wary tone, “you want me to be the subject of one of your… demonstrations?”
“Correct.”
“In which you plan to turn me into a toddler?”
“Only for five minutes.”
“Pandora.”
“Regulus.”
He sighs, exasperated. The type of sigh always gave Barty or Evan when they were being a bit too insufferable for his taste. That sigh was never directed at Panda, which to her, was a half failure half success. “No.” He states finally, opening his book much faster than he had closed it. Reading from where he left off.
“Oh, come on Reg!” she pleads, clamping her palms shut, “I can’t use a rat on this one, trust me I would if it worked, but the subject has to be human.”
Without lifting his eyes, Regulus announces: “It’ll go wrong.”
“Do you really have that little faith in me?” Grumbled Dora, only to be met with a smirk and teasing eyes. “I hate you.” She groans, throwing her head back on the chair she was sitting on.
“Not more than I do.” Was his muttered reply.
“Merlin, Reg. I’m not serious.”
Pandora led her knees to her chest, letting both her arms wrap around them. Her long and curly blonde hair was a mess of a bun; she was procrastinating, always putting it back up when it fell instead of brushing it like Evan had demanded of her. One day, he was going to drag her back into her dorm and brush it down while muttering how irresponsible she was; just like when they were children.
The day today was quiet. Mostly because they were both skipping their classes in the library, but it was also fairly peaceful. Regulus was reading some old book he had brought back from the Potters that Christmas, and occasionally Pandora would bat her eyes at him. She had resorted to non-verbal begging, since the verbal option hadn’t changed the Black boy's mind.
“I am not going to be your little experiment on this, Panda. Now, leave me to my reading, will you?” He sighs, but it was no use. The dark skinned girl was decidedly not going to back down.
“But Reggieeee!” She begs again, her voice all but a whine, “It’ll only last a couple minutes! I promise it’ll be quick, I just want to check if this works!” That was true. Pandora had no interest in keeping Regulus a 6 year old child forever; She’s curious to know what he was like, sure, but that was beyond the point of her experiment. All she received was silence and an eye roll.
Gosh he was hard when he wanted to be.
From the corner of her eye, Pandora could make out two figures entering the library; it’s a pity she can’t listen to what they’re laughing about, they seem to be having much more fun than her. It only takes her a second to figure out who both figures belong to. Then, a thought crosses her mind. “What if I convince Sirius?”
That sure did catch Regulus’s attention. Unfortunately, not much of it.
“My brother? He’d rather eat dirt.”
It was Pandora’s turn to roll her eyes. “Exactly. If I convince Sirius to be my Guinea pig on this, you have to join. But, if I fail, I won’t bring it up again and I’ll get you that muggle book you want.”
“Pride and Prejudice?” Asks Regulus, visibly interested now.
“Yes, whatever that is.”
It takes him a moment to think. He looks between her and Sirius, who was swaying his hips to a song Peter was singing and that Regulus was too far away to hear. He gave in, ultimately. He would do anything for a copy of Pride and Prejudice. But not without narrowing his eyes and giving Pandora his ultimatum:
“You have until Friday to convince him. If he says no more than three times than you’ve lost. You cannot try and get him to agree through Remus or James. It has to be his decision, and his decision only, understood?”
“Yes!” Pandora leaped out of her seat, throwing herself at Reg and kissing him on the cheek with such force she thinks she may have bruised him. “I’ll be back Friday!”
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Sirius never expects the things that happen in his life. But he always had, somewhat, an idea of why they were happening. He’s gotten detention? Minnie found out about a prank they pulled the day before. Practical test he didn’t know was coming? He most likely slept through the lesson. Can’t remember where he put something? Well, have you looked at his things? Self explanatory. But Pandora Rosier appearing behind him with a rat's nest of hair, wide eyes and maniac smile? He has no clue why this is happening. Perhaps she’s gotten the wrong Black.
“Oh, how you’doin Rosier? Regulus’s reading over there.” He balances on one foot while his other leg is stretched out in front of him. His body is horizontally bent backwards so he can point at Regulus, who hasn’t moved an inch since Sirius had noticed him. Pandora’s smile continues big and unsettling as she fidgets with her bracelets.
“I know!” She chirps, “I’m here for you!”
“Me?”
“Yup!”
Sirius stands on both his feet again. Pandora was a bit smaller than him, maybe a bit taller than his brother. Her eyes are big and pale blue — ethereal, even — and she has dark brown freckles covering her cheeks and nose bridge. She was just as beautiful as her twin, maybe even more so, though they were both extremely alike. Sirius’s face contorts itself to demonstrate just how confused he is, “have I done something?” Is his first question. He doesn’t recall wronging either one of the Rosier’s, but then again, they could’ve been collateral damage from one of the marauders' pranks. The smile on her face tells him that’s not the case.
Pandora was shifting her weight from her tiptoes to her heels very quickly. As if she was trying her best to contain her excitement; it reminds Sirius of a butter beer bottle after it’s been roughly shaken one too many times. “No! Actually, I need your help.” Was her response, and Sirius doubts he’s ever been so confused in his life.
“My help?”
“What help?”
Peter rounded the corner. He had left some time ago to search for History of magic VOL. III; Sirius quite literally had forgotten about that, he had forgotten anything the moment he set eyes on the blonde haired-crazy eyed girl beside him.
“My help,” He explained, vaguely, to his friend; who approached him with the same book he had gone searching for.
“You’re help?” Peter turns to Pandora, then back to Sirius, “with what?”
“Well…” He’s caught up in his own train of thought, realizing Pandora hasn’t yet elaborated on what she needed him to do. Sirius most likely wouldn’t mind; Pandora was one of the nicest and possibly most interesting people Sirius had ever met. She was intriguing but also awfully simple; her morals were all based more on kindness and selflessness than logic, and sometimes Sirius wonders how one Regulus Black — selfish and manipulative Regulus Black — would associate with her of all people.
He turns to her at the same time Peter does, “Uh…”
Pandora’s smile got impossibly wide, and the sound that came with the fidgeting of her silver bracelets was near maddening, “I need you to be my subject on this project I’m working on.” She blurted out, almost too fast for Sirius to comprehend. Almost.
“I-“ Sirius opened his mouth once, twice, then shut it again. He whipped his head to look at his mate, who coincidentally had done the same with him.
Alright. Maybe he did mind.
“Excuse me?”
He was sure he had heard it wrong. He had to have heard it wrong. Subject? Him? What ever may have made her think, even for a second, he’d accept? Alright, maybe he did jump head first into dangerous situations and perhaps doing months of research and work to figure out how to illegally become an Animagi proved that point. But willingly taking one of Pandora’s potions was like playing quidditch without gear while blindfolded and under the imperius curse. You’re submitted to unbelievable circumstances, without knowledge to be of any use and completely out of yourself. He’d done it before and, Merlin, what he’d do to erase that experience.
For a second, her smile falters, but she puts it right back on for the big announcement: “I need you to take a potion I brewed.”
“Absolutely not!” Sirius all but shouted.
Beside him, Peter muttered something in between rushed laughs and ran off. Traitor, Sirius thought, but he’d have to deal with that later because Pandora’s face falls so fast Sirius could blindly believe he’s killed Evan. “What? Why?!” She asks, genuine sadness irradiating from her voice. Oh, now she’s making him feel bad; goddamn it.
“Dora- may I call you Dora?” She frowns and tries to reply, but Sirius doesn’t wait that long, “Dora, look. You’re a brilliant witch, and even more of a brilliant woman. And that’s the problem, you see- it’s not you or your work. It’s just that I believe I’m not qualified enough for the job. I’ll put in a word with James and Remus for you, though. Promise.”
Pandora looks at him like he’d just kicked a puppy and told her she was a disgrace to her father’s name. So he takes it as his sign to leave. It’s not like he remembers why he’s there in the first place anymore anyway.
“Sorry, Dora! See you around sometime!”
“But-“ The beautiful blonde girl tries to grasp his attention, but he’s already out the door and off to wherever the rest of his other friends are.
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“She wanted my help! Out of all people! Can you believe that Prongs?” Sirius sat on his usual spot on the table; stuffing his face full with the food in his plate as he explained, rather appalled, the situation he’s been exposed to in the library earlier today. “And then Pete-” he turns to punch the smaller boy, not too strong as to not actually hurt him. “-left me! you traitor!”
Peter, who was half way from finishing his drink, lets out a muffled yelp before cleaning his mouth with his wrist, “Oi!” He calls, laughing, “It’s not my fault! She wanted your help! Remember?”
“Well, you could’ve at least stayed for extra support, Wormtail.” James replies from his chair, smiling while taking a bite of whatever was on his fork. Sirius lifts both his arms, stretching them to point at the darker boy.
“Thank you! This is why Prongs is my favourite.” He confesses, only half joking.
From directly beside him, Remus cries, turning quickly to face him, “Oi!” A frown formed on his forehead as his lips began to make a slight pout.
“After you, Moony. Always after you.”
Marlene reached for a piece of grilled potato on his plate, Sirius let her. “So what happened later anyway?” She asks, mouth full of her stolen meal as she leans over her crossed arms.
“I told her no, said I put in a good word with Remus and James, though.”
“I’m good.” Says James, laughing loudly.
“Hard pass.” Remus replied right after, a grimace on his face. Everyone burst out laughing at that. James took the opportunity to try and take another one of Sirius’s potatoes. The long haired boy fought this time, grabbing his own fork and hitting James’s with it, forcing the other to retreat, laughing.
“You lot cannot leave my food, ye?” He let out, blowing a strand of hair that escaped his messy bun. Remus, on his right, noticed this a little too quickly; the taller boy put down his cutlery to fix his boyfriend’s hair.
“Can you ever do your hair like a normal person?” Remus grumbled, putting it back up, using the hair tie he had kept on his own wrist the whole day for when something like this happened. Removing Sirius’s wand, handing it to him.
Everyone seemingly ignores this, instead Lily asks “What was the potion for? maybe I could help.” Her beautifully painted nails were visible as she used her hand to cover her full mouth as she spoke. She was beside Remus, so Sirius had to bend forward to see her.
He shrugs, “Dunno, didn’t let her finish.”
“Sirius Orion Black!” James exclaims in a high pitched tone that resembles his mother. He stands up and leans forward over the table to give a hard tug at Sirius’s ear lobe, causing the other boy to hiss in pain. “That is no way to treat a woman!”
“OW! but-“
“He’s right, Sirius,” Mary, who is sitting in front of Lily and beside James, steps in. She doesn’t give him much of a glance when she continues, “Did you truly just… run off?” Mary questions, cutting a slice of her beef and placing it in her mouth gracefully.
Sirius watches everyone around him turn to face him, expecting an answer (even some other people, who have been eavesdropping). He feels his skin from his face all the way to his neck burn in embarrassment. “Well, when you put it like that-“ he mumbles, right hand on his aching earlobe. As if planned, everyone (including the eavesdropping students) let out a collective groan. Some even go as far as face slapping.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic!” He says, loud and clear so he’d be heard. “She came to me with a favor, I denied! It’s not that big of a deal, people! I’m sure she didn’t even care!”
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“He ran away!” Hisses Pandora, meanwhile, at the slytherin table. “He didn’t even stay to hear what potion! What a fucking-“
“Don’t beat yourself about it, Panda,” From her right side, Regulus had a big smile on.“He’s always been something of a coward.”
“You also said no.”
“But he didn’t run, did he?” Was Evan’s turn to speak, quickly taking his friend's side and defending him. “I mean, he did say no, but he didn’t run away from the proposition.” Her brother bit down on his fork, dragging in between his lips. Barty, beside him, gawked at that far too long for Pandora’s liking.
“I suppose…” was her only response as she forced her eyes away, and onto her untouched plate. She hadn’t even as much as taken a single bite out of it; after her failure today, her appetite had fled along with the midnight black curls of Sirius Black.
“You can’t let that ruin your mood, Dora,'' a smooth voice spoke from the side that wasn’t occupied by Regulus. Dorcas was braiding her newly brushed hair, making sure not to make the braids too small or tight. “Why don’t you eat a bit to relax? You always get caught up with your potions, you need to take more care of yourself.”
“But Dory-“
“I’ll have Barty feed you again.”
There was no more complaining. Pandora took a few bites out of her meal, then a sip out of her water, all while shooting a harsh glare at the back of Sirius��s head.
Obviously, her subject didn’t have to be Regulus or Sirius. It didn’t need to be anyone in specific, and she was sure if she’d only take the time to ask Lily, the ginger would accept in a heartbeat. But Dora couldn’t even get in the ratio of three feet before dissolving into giggles and running away; so there was that. But now, her pride had taken a beating. And Pandora wasn’t even the prideful one, it had always been Evan. Which explains his sorting into Slytherin, and hers into Ravenclaw.
Somehow the black haired Gryffindor had offended her, and not even she understood why; after all, he wasn’t the only one who had denied her request. All her friends had done it, which was precisely what led her to this situation in the first place. So why did she feel a tinge of shame and anger every time Sirius threw his head back in laughter? Why was she so upset? Had this feeling surged when he said no, or when he ran?
“Pandora, you’re starting to look psychotic,” said Barty, whose lips were upturned in a smile that made Panda wary, “I don’t mind, of course, but you’ll burn a hole through his nape if you don’t stop.”
“He ran!” Repeated Dora, obviously still upset, but this time in a grunt. She aggressively picked up some spinach and led it to her mouth, slowly chewing on it, then swallowing it with more water. “He didn’t even hear what I had to say!”
Evan, sitting directly in front of her, crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side. Brows furrowed as he threw her a question, “Well, what about reverse psychology?”
“Reverse what?”
Evan straightened his posture with a wicked smirk, one Dora has always admired. The first time she remembers her brother smiling like that was when they were 8. Evan had an absurd idea on how to jump through their house's second story window without getting hurt, and when she asked how, that was when he gave her this wicked, malicious half smile. Crooked and missing teeth showing.
The missing teeth were replaced by new ones, of course, but that did little to change the feature that made him so particular.
“Psychology. It’s a muggle thing. You mess with the mind without using magic.”
Barty’s mouth went agape, “You can do that!?” He exclaimed, both palms on the table, elbows bent as if he were about to abruptly stand.
“Yes. And actually, it’s fairly simple. You convince the other person that what you’re suggesting is a bad idea, then you’ll have them thinking about it. And everyone, especially Sirius, likes to do things that are a bad idea. So ultimately, he’ll give in.” Once Evan was done, he had Pandora and Barty with their jaws’s slack on the floor, Dorcas smirking; mildly impressed, and Regulus, always the negative and skeptical Regulus, rolls his eyes violently, “That doesn’t work,” he announces, looking back down to the food he was meticulously cutting, “there’s no way it’ll work.”
“You’re right, it won’t.”
Regulus pauses, looking at Evan with an eyebrow raised. “What?” He asks, just as confused as everyone else.
Pandora frowns; looking in between the two boys, who are seated diagonally across from each other. Evan props his chin on his palm, elbow on the table to support him as he looks Regulus dead in the eyes and repeats, “you’re right, Reg. It won’t work.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do, really.” Evan sits straight, eyes so relaxed it's unnerving. “I suppose now that I do think about it, it’s not that good of a theory. I mean, there is no way something that powerful isn’t moved by magic.”
From the corner of her eye, Panda see’s Regulus move uncomfortably in his seat, placing his silverware down and intertwined his fingers, “I didn’t say that-“
Evan interrupts, “I mean… it’s kind of like the stars, if you think of it. They’re magical and-“
“Stars aren’t magical,” defends Regulus, eyes narrowed. Pandora knew astronomy was a sore topic; it was one of the few things Regulus would take to the heart and defend with his soul. Evan knew that as well. Reg continued, hands still folded on top of the table, although right now they look far more threatening. Maybe Pandora should take his knife. “They’re celestial corpses with their own light. They’re composed of molecules of gas, hydrogen and other elements. It’s actually been explained by this muggle book Remus lended me.” Regulus is glaring at Evan now, all while the other boy is smiling kindly at him.
“But they’re floating around in space and they never hit each other, that must be magic-“
“It’s not magic, it’s science. Magic and science complement each other. And the stars do collide for your information.”
“And psychology?”
“Unrelated!”
“So… science can explain why giant glowing balls of gas float around in space, hitting each other, but can’t explain how the mind works?”
“That’s not what I-“ Regulus shut up, then opened his mouth again, just to shut up once more. Pandora’s eyes were wide open. Psychology may not be magic, but if it’s enough to leave Regulus Black speechless, then it was enough to at least give a chance.
“Think this is the first time R.A.B’s out of words, ain’t that right, Dork?” Barty laughs, drinking whatever was left of his water. Dorcas promptly ignores him; instead, she shoots Panda a knowing look, one that definitely meant she was to leave, right now. Pandora finishes her dinner faster than she ever thought she could.
Barty, however, was too drunk in love to notice any of this. Praises to Evan fell out of his lips like soaring water spilling from a broken tap. “Didn’t know you were that smart, Evy. Not that I ever doubted you, of course, but- I mean… a muggle subject? That’s beyond impressive.” The confession came out in a low breathless voice paired by a sigh at the end of his sentence. Pandora, who already knew where this conversation would lead, braced herself for the inevitable.
“Hm, suppose I should do you next?” Asked Evan, matching his not-boyfriend-it’s-complicated’s tone.
“Please.” Begs a very pathetic looking Barty Crouch jr.
“That’s enough,” Pandora chokes, abruptly getting up to leave. “I’ll talk to you lot tomorrow, I have something to do before I head up to the dorms. Dorcas,” Pandora gave her a kiss on the cheek before continuing, “don’t let Barty convince Evan to do anything stupid and Regulus,” another pause to place the same chaste kiss on a very sulky looking Reg’s cheek, also to quickly comb his curly hair down, “Make sure they get the dungeons.”
“No kiss for us, eh Rosier?” Crouch complains, pierced lips pouting.
Pandora was almost six feet apart now, not far enough not to hear, but enough to yell back. “Dory’ll kiss you goodnight for me!”
“No fucking chance.” Was the last muffled thing she heard before leaving the Great Hall and making her way out of the castle’s bounds. If she wanted to make herself unforgettable, Pandora might as well be prepared for such.
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Edit: THIS WAS NOT PROOF READ! ALL MISTAKES WILL BE CORRECTED IN THE ACTUAL FIC 😭
Okay so I felt bad for saying I was going to write a lot, but school is CONSUMING me 😭 this is only chapter 1, chapter 2 is in the writing!! Hope you guys enjoy this because I did not.
@adoringreg @eclipcesblog @moonywastakenn @barely-functioning-frog @theheartofthestar @staringathesunbabe @starchaser-shipper
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also on the topic of a glitch in time can i just elaborate on why i hate danny feeling like he's responsible for "healing the rift between worlds" or whatever
we have entire shows and franchises dedicated not only to teenage boys being responsible for saving the world, but showing how they deal with that responsibility. how being seated with the feelings of the adults around you and constantly having to manage them can fuck you up.
adventure time deals with this a lot. finn is just a child and he has too much to shoulder, has faced enemies he should not have had to. so he deals with it by shutting all his feelings down, keeping them locked away for his whole life. he can barely accept what he went through and how it fucked up his life after he dies.
we also have steven universe future which, for all its flaws (many), is a show ABOUT what happens when a kid grows up with a parade of trauma and responsibility. how that makes you a bitter, withdrawn person who cannot take care of yourself, let alone anyone else, so overextended and exhausted that all you can feel is rage or nothing.
even sonic the fucking hedgehog deals with this in the archie comics and to some extent in sonic frontiers. he's a 15 year old boy who has been tortured for months in space and seen people die and he just has to deal with that somehow. with repression, mostly.
danny, on the other hand, is very much allowed in some way or another to be a teenager. he doesn't even seem fully aware that he's dead. he seems to have trouble grasping the permanence and full effect of death on someone, the reasons why someone died keeping them around afterward for eternity, deteriorating beyond recognition. he's actually going to math class, eating at Not McDonald's, and most of what he does is punching people, not soothing them.
not only does he have no experience in truly "helping" or comforting the dead, but he actively resists seeing the good in the dead. he is determined to see people as Good or Evil and the morally gray are something he either ignores or simplifies. this kid can't even point to india on a globe and you think he's equipped to help desiree with her shit???
he is brash and emotionally unintelligent and not exactly wise beyond his years. he is exactly as wise and emotionally intelligent as his years, that's part of why he's such a convincing teenager. he's shallow, chases money and material goods, becomes infatuated with girls just because they're pretty, cracks pretty mean jokes at the expense of others if he decides he doesn't like them whether they're deserved or not. we see this over and over and over again. a therapist he does not make. not for his friends and certainly not for the world.
it also feels like an extension of the story needing him to be the specialest most importantest boy of all time forever. he isn't even the only half ghost. he's some kid who stumbled into powers by chance. anyone could be bitten by a radioactive ghost portal and be where he is if they ended up in that situation some way or another. that's part of his spiderman appeal. him being The Chosen Special Boy To Fix Everything Forever feels juvenile and wrong.
danny loves his family and his community and he feels a need to protect them, yes. but having that instinct to keep the people around him safe even if he doesn't like them doesn't necessarily mean he is kind or understanding. it doesn't mean he's ready to say "yes, my life has This Purpose."
to say that ANYONE has one purpose or way of being feels like an insult to the human condition. any one person has many faces. any one person generally has more than one thing they love or care about or live for, ESPECIALLY a kid like danny.
ghosts are dead people. and to say that in death someone is boiled down to One Thing that needs to be fixed is fucking ridiculous and i hate it. absolutely insulting.
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Mc starts randomly screaming
Lucifer:
why… why are you just screaming?
he hides it well but he is genuinely concerned because are Humans supposed to do that?
he still hangs you from the ceiling for it though
simply because you annoyed him
and he hoped it would shut you up
if that doesn´t work he´ll just throw you out of the House
not because you woke him up but he doesn´t want you to wake up his brothers
nighttime is the only time where he has any kind of peace and he will be damned if he let´s you destroy it
Mammon:
also doesn´t get why you just started screaming
did he sell something that is precious to you?
okay he is sorry just stop screaming!
he will get so confused when you tell him you just did it for fun
did they get a broken Human or something? why would you do this?
despite him thinking what is wrong with you he will join you
listen Mammon has so many problems and it kinda helps
so there are just days where both of you scream for no reason
Leviathan:
he can understand sometimes you just want to scream
example from him the moment where you spent all your money and you still didn´t get the character you desperately wanted
and man did he scream on that day
you were actually surprised he didn´t summon Lotan and flood the entire house
actually you talked to early there is Lotan
I would recommend leaving the House now and quickly because otherwise this will be really uncomfortable
also don´t let him get a look at your phone
because you got the character he wanted by pure coincidence
he will lose it when he sees it
Satan:
he screams with you
he just saw you do it one day and decided to scream his anger out
but only once a week otherwise he would never stop
I mean he is the Avatar of Wrath so there will always be a lot
he tends to scream a lot about Lucifer too
but you have to be there to stop or to make sure Lucifer doesn´t hear the things he screams about
because if Lucifer would just hear a quarter of the things he screams about he would never be allowed to leave his room (or the ceiling)
Asmodeus:
he doesn´t really see a problem with it
he sometimes even joins in himself
but don´t you even dare to do this when he is sleeping
no matter how much he loves you
he will kill you if you disturb his beauty sleep
he wasn´t even joking the moment you opened your mouth during the night he was already in his Demon form and glaring at you
you just decided the smartest move would be to close your mouth and go to sleep
and it was a smart decision because Mammon sneaked in during the night and got to experience Asmo´s anger about being waken up
Beelzebub:
he just doesn´t care
as long as it doesn´t stop him from eating or hurts you in anyway you can do whatever you want
he does ask you to stop when Belphie is sleeping or at least be a little quieter
he doesn´t scream with you but when his stomach rumbles it does sound like it
and it´s louder than you could ever be
he also doesn´t want you to scream around Lucifer both for your and his sake
because Lucifer needs his sleep and it isn´t good for you to constantly hang from the ceiling because you keep pestering Lucifer
Belphegor:
hates it more than anything
you somehow managed to be so loud that he can´t sleep
but he can´t tell you that because he knows if you know that you´ll use that to constantly wake him up
and now he either has to silently suffer or find a way to shut you up
sadly the only idea he has is to silence you for eternity
which he can´t do because his brothers would kill him (and he would get sad)
he would also lose his favorite pillow forever if he would go through with
guess he has to suffer now until you get bored of screaming
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#obey me mammon#mammon avatar of greed#obey me lucifer#lucifer avatar of pride#obey me brothers#leviathan avatar of envy#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#satan avatar of wrath#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus avatar of lust#beelzebub avatar of gluttony#obey me beelzebub#belphegor avatar of sloth#obey me belphegor
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Coastal Waves
Pssts, I know it's late but I promised you guys a story, right? Wow, this took me forever to do with irl stuff taking up my time, but who would guess this ended up being 8 pages long, not me! But I hope you guys enjoy this next story in this accidental merman series I created.
Warnings: abuse themes, soft vore, hard vore mentions, character viewed as property rather than individual.
Dream was pissed as he tried not to throw his cell phone across the room, the faint voice of Sapnap just adding to the ever-growing stress headache, how could so many years of hard work go to waste just like that! He worked too damn hard to find a viable Mer egg case that wasn’t just a lousy shark one that they imitated and nearly lost an arm when he took out the guarding parents at the nesting sites, he can’t have lost his property now. He brought a hand up to his face to feel the pale scar that ran from his left brow, across his eye to his nose, remembering the pink-haired merman that he fought a while back during his…research collecting. That was the only fish he halfway respected but also hated them as they were an ambassador. He remembered almost punching the television when he saw that blank-faced bastard behind the blond one as the treaty was signed, why should he be friendly to a talking goldfish? After everything, their species had done, and more than likely still did?
“Dream?? What do we do about Tommy, how do we find out who took him?”
Sapnap’s voice continued to be grating on his ears as he sighed,” I have cameras in the house, I’ll be able to watch the footage while you get over here, so hurry up.” He ended the call before the man could respond, quickly walking over to his computer to check over the files, starting from today up to the day he left the mer… and couldn’t help but snarl in rage at the sight he saw. The door was broken down by men in black suits, a familiar-looking brunette, and finally the pink hair bastard striding in like he owned the place. Dream couldn’t help but sweep the books off his desk in rage, of course, it would be him. He was almost ready to slam the laptop shut when he watched the interactions between the three Mers and felt his mouth drop as the pink-haired Mer drank a large glass of water … before they swallowed his Tommy whole. It seemed to almost talk to its middle before the group left, why in the world would they eat their offspring that way, did they want to make him last longer? There was no way to recover his property now… He almost kicked the table, but Dream was quickly struck with a thought… what if they didn’t truly eat Tommy… He rolled over to one of his journals, flipping through the worn pages until he got to the sketched anatomy of the mer... and noted how in a human the esophagus would solely lead to the stomach, but it branches in mers. One pathway led to a stomach more powerful than any human’s, but the other led to a separate organ… one that shared a wall with a lung… which meant it also received oxygen. The perfect place to store away tiny offspring that could easily be eaten by a predator, nothing can get them if you eat them first. Just like mouth-brooding fish species…only with more foolproof protection.
Dream couldn't help but let a smile grow across his face… this means he could get his Tommy back, and all his hard work didn’t go to waste.
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Phil sighed softly as he sorted through the paperwork at his desk, using his free hand to roll around a dark purple scale, gods above did he hate doing this stuff? ‘Why did humans have to make things so complicated, things were so much easier when his kind was allowed to just eat them, but now he has to act all civil with them due to the treaty.’ He lifted up the newspaper as the humans called it and smiled at the picture of him and his sons, marveling at how it captured their likeness completely in the flimsy material, ”at least some humans make exciting things.” His thought drifted to how his dorsal fin had a massive chunk missing from it thanks to a fisherman's gaff hook, there were some nasty ones out there… especially the one his boys were currently trying to find, that masked bastard had attacked multiple nesting sights and had the gall to attack one of his son's head on. The only reason he managed to escape was thanks to spraying his son in the face with a burning liquid. It took ages for the pain to fade in the water, but the human had already fled by that point and couldn’t be found.
Speaking of which, his boys should have arrived back here ages ago, he rumbled quietly in his chest slightly as he worried, he knew that the recon mission was dangerous. He should have just sent humans to scope out the house, sure they would have been fodder for any traps the masked one had, but it would have meant his pod was safe. He jerked with his phone rang on the desk, another human device that had good uses, and sighed in relief as he heard Wilbur’s voice on the other side,” are you boys alright, did you find them, Why aren’t you home yet?” His anxiety over his children's safety eased as his youngest laughed through the speaker, making his heart rate slow as he listened to every word with his full attention.
“We didn’t find them, but we did find some documents with a name, apparently the bastard's name is Dream….but we do have a very interesting surprise for you when we arrive home. Can you set up the pool with a finer filtration system and set the water to be warmer for when we get back?”
This made Phil hum in confusion as he moved to stand, slipping the scale into his pocket and putting the papers back into a neat stack on his desk,” You know that Techno likes the temperature cooler and he’ll be pissed the next time he swims, but why do I need to set up the finer filtration, one of you aren’t sick right?” He couldn’t help but give a concerned whine at the thought of them being sick and not close enough for him to care for them, how can he not worry for them when they were the only ones to survive the spawning?
His son let out another pearl of warm laughter on the other side of the phone, making Phil want to hum in response“ Like I said we are bringing home a surprise for you to see, and Techno won’t complain that much about the heat when you see what we’re bringing.”There was a faint rumbling on the other side of the phone that almost sounded like the same parental noise that Phil had done, but there was no way the two of them would be making that sound.
Phil just sighed again as he entered the large pool room as the humans would call it, it was almost as if a mini ocean was placed into the human building, filled with every manner of sea life imaginable to keep them from feeling too homesick as they finish their work with the humans. He stuck a hand inside the water to gently stroke the back of the rescued sea turtle that Techno lovingly named Carl,” Alright but just ease your old man's heart and get home soon.”
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Techno couldn’t help but rumble happily as he felt the guppy in his pouch wriggle around, enjoying the slowly dropped-in shrimp pieces, basking in the instinctual feelings long thought to be non-existent in himself; until now. He mildly rubbed at his pouch as he thought of names for his new guppy. ‘Did they already have a name from before they were in the human's control, would they even want a new one, ..... I think Theseus would fit them really well..’
He jumped slightly when a hand slip up to sit next to his own, his body acting defensively as he snarled at the possible threat while protecting his middle, but relaxed slightly as his brother held up his hands,” whoa Technie, it's just me, I just wanted to feel the guppy.” He lowered his lips back over his teeth as he relaxed slightly, it was just Wilbur and he knew he would try to take his guppy, he was his brother after all. He slowly moved his hand aside as his brother's cool hand moved to take its place, it was a foreign sensation that almost made him twitch away, much like how he normally did whenever he was touched by anyone. This was worse since his body seemed to realize that his core held such extremely precious cargo, but his mind knew that his brother was family and wouldn’t hurt the tiny guppy, he shivered as the child pressed back at the exploring hand.
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Wilbur couldn’t help the low purr that rumbled out of his throat when he felt the small pressure press back against him from under his brother’s skin, just faintly hearing the curious chirping from within, there was the little guppy. He let the smile fall from his lips as he looked up to Techno with a more grim expression, ”He looks very young, but to be as small as he is and still use human speech that well, he should be much bigger..” Techno let out a slightly angry hiss at what he knew his brother was suggesting, like most species of fish, mers were semi-indeterminate growers and would only grow in size if they had adequate food in their environment. Their newest guppy was clearly much older than their size let on, which meant that the tiny tank and limited food the human gave them indicated that they stopped growing in size to conserve their energy, to be able to speak that well-meant they should be closer to human size.
“He needs to get a lot higher quality foods if we are going to correct his size problem, maybe some high-grade tuna or something redder if you catch my drift.” Wilbur watched as Techno’s eyes slid to look at the human driver in thought, “but not our employees, we can source some later when they're settled.” He chuckled slightly as his brother leaned back into his seat and the driver let out the tiniest breath of relief, man humans were fun to mess with, but he had somewhere else to focus. He brought his face closer to his brother's chest and let out his own croons to the guppy, muttering out the mer words for family, they were safe, and how happy he was. His higher and more melodic crooning was soon matched by the gruffer and monotone croons from Techno, leaving the car filled with a symphony of sounds only known to the darkest depths of the ocean….
And leading the poor human driver to grip the steering wheel tighter as their skin crawled with the instinctual thought of “This isn't for human ears….I would die just hearing this if I wasn't an employee.”
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Tommy was very confused by everything that was happening to him, one minute he thought he was going to die from the giant mer swallowing him, but now he didn’t know that was going to happen. He was being fed his favorite food despite not doing anything to deserve the reward and the mers were speaking the forbidden words…but he couldn’t help but chirp happily to them, like a hidden part of himself was finally set free. The walls of the stomach around him rumbled with every word the big mer spoke. It was very scary at first, but the warm walls gently rubbing his skin made him feel more at ease than ever in his life. This was even better than when Dream would take him out of his tank to hold him, letting him rest on the man's chest so he could hear his heart, it was the one reward he strived for the most. But now it felt like he was even closer to the Mer’s heart than he ever was Dream’s, and he couldn’t help himself but press himself back against the mer’s hand. He let out his own chirps when he heard the voice of the second mer, they were brown-haired if he remembered correctly, but their voice sounded so pretty! They were just like the human voices that came out of the Tv and radio, but better as they spoke in a language that made everything in his body react, not just his ears. Then the larger mer started their own rumbling chirps around him and his entire being was being shaken by the two voices, and he couldn’t stop himself from joining in, chirping loudly as he frantically swam around the organ and letting his hands and fins brush the warm surfaces.
He was so happy, and he couldn’t imagine things becoming better than they already were.
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Phil couldn’t help but let out a low trill of relief as he watched the car pull into the driveway and saw his two boys exit the vehicle, quickly making his way outside to check them over for any injuries, making his way to Wilbur first and gently patting him down. “What took you so long, it was just supposed to be a recon mission and you managed to bust into one of that human’s hideouts??” He let out a displeased rumble when Wilbur laughed off his checking and told him to calm down, he then turned to Techno and froze when the taller let out a low growl when his hands drew near. It made a matching growl rumble in his chest, he was the eldest and pod leader of the group and he did not stress over his son’s health to have his authority challenged,” Now why the fuck are you growling at me Techno…”
The humans in the vicinity were amazed to watch the giant 6’4 pink-haired mer that they had seen destroy a car once before when he got frustrated with it cower down to the only 5’9 blond mer, bringing the mental image of a burley Rottweiler cowering to a lithe hound. Phil was close to snarling out a challenge but he whirled when his other son placed his hands on his shoulders, Wilbur wearing a stressed and submissive smile. “Remember the surprise I talked about Dad, Techno is just being a bit protective about it, he’s not challenging you.”
Phil let the snarl fall as he looked back towards Techno, relaxing as the larger one nodded and only brought his arms around his body in a defensive but clearly submissive posture, leaving the elder the sigh at his own behavior. “I’m sorry Techno, I was so ready to come to find you boys, I guess my stress got the best of me.” He slowly brought his hand over to his son’s shoulder and smiled gratefully when the pinkette purred lowly at the parental contact, his instincts really did jump the wave crest there. He was still curious about the surprise his boys promised, especially as Techno grew closer to him and Wilbur to purr louder, a behavior his son rarely did.
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Technoblade was immensely happy at this moment, he was with every member of his pod and was going to share his guppy with his father, nothing more could be right with the world. He couldn’t help but lightly compress his storage around the guppy and purr louder when they wriggled, he needed to refresh their water after introductions, they needed quality treatment after being kept in that dingy tank not even fit for a mucksucker. He took a deep breath as he entered the pool room, feeling almost at home with the salty smell, especially when Carl poked his head above the water and quickly swam to the edge closest to them. He gave the turtle a gentle stroke before moving to strip off the restrictive human clothing he was forced to wear, though he did enjoy the white ‘button down’ with its golden buttons, and let his body slide into the almost too-warm water. His human legs fused together as the outer covering of human-like skin dissolved away, showing off the scarred pink scales and blood-red fins that flared at the opportunity to stretch out, as well as the protective slime coating that once sealed his gills so he could breathe like he missed doing.
A pair of splashes drew his eyes open to see his brother and father already in the process of changing, his brother's blue scales almost appearing invisible if it weren’t for the stripes of pale yellow and his father's dark green and black scales shimmering from the displaced rays of light, making him feel almost nostalgic. He brought a hand up to gently press at his storage as he let out a low rumbling purr, giving a soft rumble of guppy safe before starting the process of releasing the tiny mer.
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Tommy gave a sharp chirp of panic as the soft walls pressed into him, flattening down his fins and trapping his arms to his sides, not knowing what was happening as he distinctly felt himself being moved. The big mer didn't change his mind did they, or did he do something wrong to be punished by them? He ate all the shrimp they gave him even if it made his stomach hurt a bit, but he was still being good right?? He froze in his wriggling as his upper half entered the mouth of the giant mer, completely fearful as the jaws slowly parted to let water flood inside along with giant fingers. He let himself be pulled out gently, blinking wearily as he tried to get used to the bright light, but yelped as the fingers released him.
He truly expected to fall to the ground with a painful splat like the last time he was cropped, but swore he felt like he was floating back in his tank… he opened his eyes slowly to try not to break the illusion he was sure to be in. He froze as was looking at the giant mer in the face, the bright red eyes watching him with a fond expression as their pink hair floated around them…wait floated? Tommy turned with a flick of his tail and gasped at the sight before him, it was nothing like he had ever seen before!
The ‘tank’ they were in was absolutely massive, even bigger than the tub Dream would put him in when his tank needed to be cleaned, and full of fish! He was only used to seeing the thin silvery fish that darted around his tiny tank when Dream added them, but here they were all different sizes and colors. He flinched when a giant brown and red thing drew close to him, forcing him to dart into the safety of the giant mer’s hair, but watched in amazement as his protector stroked the creature's head before pushing it along. His gaze was drawn away when he heard a gentle crooning and he chirped happily at the brown-haired mer as they drew nearer, and encouraged him to leave his pink hideaway. He smiled brightly at them, letting his fins twitch happily as he got to swim freely between the two giants, showing off his best tricks to earn their praise. He let out his own happy trills as they purred at his actions, but jumped at a different tone of purrs rumbling through his body.
With a turn of his head, his eyes met a similar pair of blue ones, and he realized he was looking at another large mer. Their blond hair was similar to his own and he was surprised to see their eyes dilate in excitement at him, he looked at the other two in confusion, but they were extremely relaxed as they watched the reaction. He turned back as the green-scaled mer drew closer, and allowed himself to be cupped within their hands as they drew him up to their face, and he watched their face change into a joyous expression. He was even amazed to see that the green mer had a chuck missing from the back fin just like he did! The blond mer purred loudly as the others drew closer, leaving Tommy at the center of the deadliest creatures on earth, but he never felt safer in his life. The blond looked at him so fondly and rumbled out something so softly that Tommy never imagined them as the monster Dream always said they were.
“My guppy… my pod..”
.u.
Dream looked over his notes carefully, circling the words pepper spray, copper acetate, and crude oil, and laughed quietly to himself,” try to breathe through this you talking goldfish.” He glanced over when his phone chimed with an incoming text and let his laugh boom into a full cackle as he saw the message from Sapnap.
Sapnap: I have the address for the Mermen ambassador's home, I hope they didn’t hurt-
Dream didn’t even bother reading the rest of the text as he rolled his chair over to his desktop, setting up his multiple ‘blob’ accounts to order his supplies and begin his prep. He stole his Tommy away from protective mers before, he can easily do it again and take out the ambassadors all in one move. He needed to teach those fish a lesson, they think that they could get away with eating humans for centuries with a simple ‘stop polluting our home and we will provide our knowledge’ all with the subtle threat of making the ocean a warzone.
He would focus on the majority later, for now, he just needed to show the trio what happens when his property is stolen. He would get his Tommy back at all costs.
#jkknight writing#jkknight story#soft vore#safe vore#hard vore mention#mcyt g/t community#mcyt vore#mcyt g/t vore#gosh this took forever
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Kaeya-Reader body swap au has given me an idea
What if we didn't put up with replacing Kaeya?
As soon as we can, we make it look like Kaeya dies alone somewhere and solidify this lie with his bloodstained, Masterless Vision left behind. They don't find the body but the vision is all the proof most people need.
Why is the Vision deactivated? Because Kaeya isn't in Teyvat anymore PLUS the connection between worlds was severed. It's us—who never gained a vision—in his body now.
Afterwards let's say we just hid within the Abyss. Based on how Childe turned out, it's the last place our 21st/20th century asses would have a shot surviving in but we do not wanna get caught faking a man's death nor being an imposter. So for the sake of plot let's say we miraculously manage to stay alive in there.
Given that the Abyss is already freaky with time dilation, why can't it connect itself to Planet Earth? Who's to say that the Genshin Impact app is all we need to make a connection between the two worlds?
After getting back to Earth? Assuming we end up somewhere around where Kaeya lives and we still pass as a plain old human—barring the blue hair and star pupils—our first order of business is to find Kaeya and let him know that "hey, I'm the person you swapped bodies with, and I faked your death, I'm so sorry about that but right now what do we do about our situation?"
How does Kaeya react? Idk, but assuming he lets us live but insists on keeping our body for whatever reason, we get ourselves some documents and now we legally exist again.
Is the natural blue hair and star pupils gonna get us studied by doctors and scientists n' shit? Hopefully not, let's hope any lies of eye contacts and consistent hair dye hold up.
But considering that Kaeya literally took our lives, and tried to trap us in Teyvat forever, we deserve to go a bit feral and shoehorn ourselves into Kaeya's life like an annoying baby sibling and squabble with him like one, an eternal pest as the price for freedom <3.
Again, this is assuming we don't like, get murked by Kaeya or anything.
Omg yes
Kaeya is highly annoyed,but he's happy that he's atleast free.
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Looking at his old body was...odd to say the least. He'd been living in your world for a couple months now,and was pretty well adjusted. Yet that didn't make him any lest suprised when he opens his (your) door and finds a perfect replica of his old body. It simply walks in,and sits on the couch,as if it lives there. He's tempted to call the police,but instead sits down next to you. You both sit in silence,before it tells Kaeya everything.
He's tempted to kill it. Unfortunately things like that don't slide in this place,so he instead stares at you. What the hell did you do?? Faked his death?? Somehow escaped in a couple months??? He's angry that he didn't think of escaping through the abyss. Maybe even slightly jealous. However,that doesn't matter. What is he going to do with you? You talked about swapping bodies again,but Kaeya shut that down immediately. He was quite used to this body now,and he definitely wasn't going to switch back. Not that you had any way to switch back. From what he knows,there's no possible way to switch back. So he's stuck with you. He can't just kick you out,his conscience wouldn't let him. No matter how much he dispises you,you still have his old body.
Now you two are sort of...roommates?? He managed to lie about you being a distant cousin who lost thier legal documents in a fire,and also managed to lie about the whole "blue hair and star pupils" thing. It was sort of peaceful for a while. Yes you were annoying,but you weren't trying to control him or treat him like a puppet. He always thought you were some cruel entity,but it now that he actually knows you,he doesn't hate you as much anymore. You were a pest,but a pest he could live with. He's ok with this arrangement. At least for now.
Unbeknownst to you both,it wasn't going to stay this "peaceful" for long...
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Hehehehe
What happens next? Find out next time!!
#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau#sagau genshin#♡mist answer's<3♡#genshin cult au#this is a combination of both game sagau and creator sagau#sagau kaeya#kaeya reader body swap au
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she’s a sweet woman, she really is.
she cooks and cleans. she’s respectful, beautiful; all the things a man could ever want.
her short pixie-cut hair highlights the features of her face perfectly. her face is decorated with freckles along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and her voice is as sweet as sugar. to simply put it, she was perfect. this ‘sweet woman’ is jungkook’s wife syelle (pronounced SIGH-L).
they’ve been together for 2 years and have known each other for 5; since college specifically. the marriage was a surprise to both syelle and jungkook but they made things work. from the outside looking in, it all looked perfect. two beautiful humans living together, married, and in love. however, jungkook isn’t in love.
jungkook LIKES syelle but secretly, he’s been rendezvousing with a woman by the name of l/n y/n. the woman he’s IN LOVE with.
you’re a daring woman unlike syelle.
you’re bold unlike syelle.
you’re sexier then syelle.
and jungkook loves you more than syelle.
you both have been messing around for over a year and you know all about his oh-so sweet working wife that is too naive to notice the bite marks and hickies you leave on jungkook’s neck.
it all started at a business party and ended at a hotel room where you were folded like a lawn chair getting the best dick of your life.
you’re no good for jungkook.
you’re manipulative.
you’re a liar.
and everyone knows that but you don’t care. the only reason jungkook remains tied to syelle is because of his parents and because of you.
you want to know how long it’ll take for syelle to notice yours and jungkook’s affair. why? because the sex is better when you’re at the brink of getting caught.
right now, you and jungkook are in his and syelle’s shared bed having passionate sex. jungkook has your legs pushed up to your chest as his strokes get harder, faster, and more wild the closer he is to his climax.
you don’t bother to hide your moans and moan so loud that even the heavens are intrigued by yours and jungkook’s shamelessness. “fuck~” you moan. “keep going baby~ right there..”
your eyes roll to the back of your skull from how good jungkook makes you feel and before either you or jungkook is sent over the edge, jungkook hears keys jangling at the door.
“jungkook? are you home?” calls syelle as she shuts the door behind her and tosses her bags on the couch. quickly, jungkook moves and nearly falls trying to gather himself and throw his clothes on as quickly as he can. you aren’t scrambling as much, but you quickly throw your clothes on as well once syelle’s footsteps get closer and closer to the bedroom door.
“koo? you here—oh! there you are” she smiles but it quickly falls when her eyes land on you.
“um…jungkook, who is this?”
you size the small woman in nurse scrubs from head to toe ‘lee syelle REGISTERED NURSE.’
you’re fighting hard to not roll your eyes. the girl is so perfect that she’s a fucking RN.
you’re beginning to wonder how the hell he even landed a girl like her in the first place.
Jungkook gets up from the bed, thankfully with his pants on but what’s the point, it’s so obvious that he was busy fucking you, your bite marks are all over his body, your lipstick smudged all over his mouth-
You’re right on his bed with your messy clothes on, yes you look fucked out. “H-Hi… uh- ummm this is.. this is..” he looks over to you.
He’s so fucked.
Literally if you look at him. Oh he’s feeling so guilty. But you just felt so good all wrapped around his dick. “T-This is yn.” He shakes his head. He’s going to get a divorce- or rather she’s going to divorce him.
His parents wil hate him forever, Syelle is going to be heartbroken for the rest of her life- you might also leave him- oh no.
“I…I… I’m sorry.” He stutters out. But Syelle knew he didn’t love her, she knew it. But still he knows fucking your mistress in your wife’s bed is the most worst thing to do.
He can’t help it- he tried to not give in but you’re so tempting- he’s so obsessed. “I..I love her.” He shamelessly confesses.
Syelle is a very good woman, she’s gorgeous but she doesn’t make him feel the way you have. And he can’t loose that. She needs to free him.
“I-I am so sorry you had to find out this way but I want a divorce.”
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NobaMai? Or NobaMaki?
For me it’s NobaMai. And totally isn’t because I’m the same Mai from before. Nooo totally not that.
Okay, but for reals though. I like NobaMai more because of the potential they are learn and grow from each other. Because both are essential just normal girls.
Okay. So Nobara is present to us as a girl who’s self confidence and is strong-willed. However, she is also pretty naive and have a very black-and-white worldview. She believes she can overcome anything with just her strength alone.
This have it’s downside because when Momo was defending Mai and trying to explain Nobara what Mai have to face within the Zenin Clan. Nobara is essentially saying to “Shut Up”. She essentially being self righteous. Nobara has already deemed Mai as the “bad one” without understanding her at all. Now it does make sense why Nobara to do this, Mai was of course being bitchy towards her during their first interaction. However, Nobara is sort of being a hypocrite too. Nobara says that the Kyoto kids shouldn’t deem Yuji as a curse without getting to know him. And yet she deemed Mai as the Bad one without knowing who she is nor her struggles.
This isn’t to say that Nobara isn’t empathetic, she can, but only to people within her circle. She doesn’t really allow people in it too, especially if she already judged them as “bad”. But that’s the problem, she is essentially being just as judgmental as the people within her village did towards Saori. Despite Nobara saying she hated that.
So Nobara needed to learn to expand her limited worldview, and learn to be more empathetic and understanding. And Mai is the perfect candidate for that. Because Mai, despite her bitchy and prickly attitude, is actually very loving and believe or not kind too due to her actions within her short chapter story in the jjk light novel. I can send you the link if you’re interested since it’s a very good read and exploration of Mai.
Continuing one… And for Mai. Mai obviously needs someone who can empathize and love her too for she grew up devoid of that. She had Maki, but she abandoned her, which resulted with Mai believing that she is essentially a burden. Hence her low self confidence. Nobara can be someone who can help Mai gain that self confidence. And it’s also show Mai that… essentially Mai isn’t the “bad one”, since Mai’s coping was essentially her telling herself that she’s a bad one, she’s worthless, useless, and that nobody would love her for her. But with Nobara, who at first hated Mai, but once gets to know her, fell in love. It would show Mai that she is deserving of love, and that she isn’t the bad one, but is essentially just a normal human.
It’s just… so much potential! And I will be forever saddened that it will never happen. I mean NobaMaki is cute and all, but there isn’t really much they can learn from each other. If anything I think they might enable each other of their worst tendencies, due to their beliefs of “Might is Right”. Which would resulted in them forever pushing people away from a distance. Something we both know is a bad.
But… what’s your opinion? NobaMai? Or NobaMaki.
OH MANNNN EASILY NOBAMAI....
i used to like nobamaki before i knew more about jjk, but i cant help but love nobamai so much because i think that in different circumstances, they could have been best friends. and i think that with enough time spent acclimating to each other and understanding each other it could still happen!!! to me they feel like the kind of couple that needle each other all the time but band together at the drop of a coin. i also think that they could have a lot of fun together, especially because nobara seems to enjoy a lot of the more worldly things that mai is reaching for
that, and im SUPER interested in their interactions and how they would gradually become friends. i can imagine them meeting up just to fight and cuss each other out, and eventually their fights come to a point where they stop for a quick meal break and then go back to it 😭😭😭😭
theyre both incredibly stubborn and opinionated people, so i think it might take a while for them to reach an equilibrium. maybe from outright fighting to verbal arguments to dissing each other over crepes.... i had this whole comic planned out for them where they kept meeting up in secret to fight, and then eventually kept meeting up because it was so mentally stimulating to interact with each other, to gradually becoming close friends without their respective schools learning, and them having a dramatic and heartfelt reunion after the shibuya arc where their relationship comes out
#nobamai#ask#that and they could be . so so tragic together. ive said it before and i will say it again#girls who are never going home girls who cant go home because home doesnt exist anymore because its different than how u remember it#I KEEP SAYING THEIR WHOLE ENEMIES TO LOVERS COULD BE SOOOOOO COMPELLING#jujutsu kaisen#nobara kugisaki#mai zenin
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Your au reminds me of a pair of ocs I have. They're gonna teach Yomi how to properly arrest then eat people without getting caught/suspected of anything
Step number 1: fridge
sdfwadsfdjhfg Yomi's just gonna be forever clowned on for the carcass packed mancave incident isn't he… no one's never gonna let him live it down huh. "GUYS I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE IF I WAS BY ANY POINT NOTICED CARRYING SUSPICIOUSLY HUMAN-SHAPED BODY BAGS TO MY HOUSE AND A TEENAGER RECORDED IT AND UPLOADED IT TO TICTAC AND IT WENT VIRAL IT'D BE IN TROUBLE. NO I COULDN'T GET A PORTABLE FRIDGE TO THE DEN BECAUSE UH. THE SOCKET GOT BLOCKED BY SETH MEMORABILIA. SHUT UP!!! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM GOING THROUGH DON'T TELL ME YOU CAN DO BETTER" he scream cries, but there is nothing he can do anymore to salvage his reputation. He will be forever known as the Dumbass That Single Handedly Managed To Give All The Other Homunculi A Bad Name (via slaying so many connected people & sticking to a single location, literally dooming himself to get caught within a month, he also significantly sped up the process of the general public finding out homunculi are a thing. while this would be inevitable anyway no matter how yomi went about his meal prep it's very easy and fun to just blame that one guy you didn't like anyway for the Horrors that are about to befall your collective species or whatever.)
But yeah. Yomi sure does happen in the unnamed growling brand au. Also, concerning how both the homunculi and their human originals are in many cases both somewhat important (sometimes equally so, like in the case of Yakou Times 2), I've been thinking of alt names/nicknames/aliases/you name it for the homunculi. To. Differentiate somehow. Since Yakou & Yakou are for a large chunk of the story doing their epic switcheroos and engaging in acts of trickery Yakou doesn't yet need a diff name to tell him apart from Yakou, so in my mind it's just Yakou Furio & Yakou Tworio. Hmc Martina 100% needs one, and I mean I could just go the easy way and slap her back with the good old Suwaro/Swallow, but I also hc that to be her deadname which uhh sjdfdgufh we'll figure it out guys. Aide/Fake Zilch doesn't even have an actual name anyway and his human og gets fucking digested within the first week, so is Seth, so I might not even bother.......... now Yomi, or, "Yomi" is an important character here so he needs it. While human Yomi is dead from the very very early on, he is also referenced, spoken and thought about a very significant amount through a very long period, like, clone Yomi is fucking OBSESSED with his original, and not in a sexy way. Sooooooo,
(this will probably not be worded as well as I originally hoped because I'm still not all there for the past couple of days jsut bear with me)
Hmc Yomi is actually the only character so far that I'm like, actually somewhat sure on an alias, but he didn't pick it out himself, and moreso was thrust upon him by the media/Amaterasu mostly also around when the killings were still ongoing and the culprit was completely unknown (but it was pretty much agreed on that it was almost certainly a member of the company) but after it was made clear by the WDO it was most likely an escaped homunculus. Like, you get how those serial killers get these way too cool nicknames on the newspaper? Practically what happened to him, except his is slightly less dignified or straightforward it's just There
Still a subject to change but I've been thinking of making him (un)officially dubbed as Heartworm (a dangerous parasite species primarily affecting canids and other carnivores, residing in their lungs or, well, heart, causing serious damage to the tissues, arteries, potentially heart failure, and whatever the hell else.) for a long while. I.e. the public & Amaterasu essentially calling him a deadly parasite lodged in the corporation's heart that needs to be dealt with as fast as possible before he destroys it from the inside out. He fucking hates it ksdjfhgdsiwesdf but doesn't say anything for obvious reasons just stares motherfuckerly at everyone at the peacekeeper meeting when they're discussing this. Also getting nicknamed after a literal animal is fitting for him because all the homunculi are getting dehumanized to hell and back anyway he's not special in that regard you cannot pay an Amaterasu researcher enough to cease the it/its
I was initially hesistant on settling for this one though because heartworms notably aren't really as much of a concern for humans as they are for their natural hosts, that is dogs (and also cats, bears, ferrets, sea lions but more commonly dogs and other canids you know like they're the main host you get me). But then it came to me that the overwhelming majority of "Yomi's" victims were fellow peacekeepers, and it just so happens that in my language we derogatorily call cops "dogs" and... yeah so it just wrote itself lol lmao even woof woof bark bark. hmc Yomi voice I HATE humans they make me use a fridge and shout go Heartworm go
was tyat anything . also WALL OF TEXT BLAST HE LOREDUMPED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
#curious what ocs ur talking abt i only know like Sasha i think..#mine#ask#au name is still pending i will think of something jiduhfddsfuiuujx#hello other rain code followers here unaware of my ''GIANT ENEMY WORM CANNIBAL everyone else is also there ig'' au. don't worry about it :)#the I did not proofread this tag fufk it we ba ll *keels over and disintegrates undertale style*
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