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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 4 months

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 2: It Was All a Dream, I Promise

a/n: Writing that has been italicized + highlighted blue represents past memories or dreams, while writing that is italicized + bolded is a letter.

Months have passed since I last saw Jungkook. From the day he was discharged till now, no one has heard from him or his family. No texts, no calls. Nothing. Even his academic advisor raised concern regarding his absence, and still, there was radio silence on the other side of the line. It’s as if he never existed in the first place. He left with the cold winter and never came back to see the blooming of the spring cherry blossoms.

Naturally, the last three months have been nothing short of torture. Day after day, night after night, I prayed to God, prayed that he would bring Koo back to me. Every morning, I would call his number just to hear his voicemail greeting, the one we crafted together during our late-night run to 7/11.

“Hello, you've reached Jungkook’s voicemail. Please don't leave a message unless you're Mira,” Jungkook says confidently, scrunching his nose at the way my eyes widened from disbelief.

“Koo!? You have to take this seriously. What if an employer calls you?” I exclaim, gaze softened at the sight of his bunny teeth on full display.

“I'm sure they'll be able to tell if they're you or not,” he grins, taking a sip of his strawberry milk before pulling my chair closer to him, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

My eyes swell with tears reminiscing our memories. It pains me to think of the possibility that he might not even remember me. I'm not sure how long, if at all, I'd be able to last in a universe where Jungkook sees me as a stranger again. After all we've been through, man, that would hurt immensely. Nonetheless, I hold on to the hope that he is not alone. Surrounded by his loved ones, I hope Koo is resting in peace, at ease. This wish, however, has yet to overcome the aching feeling in my chest, my desire to hold him in my embrace. To be close to him once again. To tell him how much I love him.

“Mira? Miraya, honey, can you hear me?” my mom shouts through the phone. After all this time, she has yet to learn how to properly use Facetime.

“Mommy, I'm looking at your ear. You have to turn the camera towards you, remember?” I giggle, eyes tearing up from the mere sound of her voice. I've missed her. I've missed my family. I wasn't able to go back home for Thanksgiving or Christmas, so it's been ages since I last saw them. Nonetheless, after trial and error, mostly error, I could finally see my mother’s beautiful face which was trying its hardest to hold back the built-up sadness.

“My love,” she whispers, worried gaze searching my scattering eyes.

“Miraya, what's wrong?”

“Nothing, I just missed you guys so much,” I say softly, pulling my knees to my chest as my body sits crouched on the cold kitchen floor.

“Just one more week, honey. Your dad is so excited, you don't even know. He has packed the fridge with your favorite food, and is holding it hostage till your arrival,” she chuckles, shaking her head at my dad's behaviour.

“One more week,” I repeat, looking up at the picture of Koo and me on the fridge. The photo booth snapshots we took at the dumpling restaurant near the Oceana beach. I wonder if he kept his word.

“Jungkook, what the heck?” I yelp, hitting his forearm. “I can’t show these to anyone now,” I point to the last photo, in which his face remained inches away from mine as my body froze behind his Iron Man hat. Compared to the previous three takes, this one clearly did not fit the friendly theme.

“Why not? Nothing happened,” he grins, leaning his head back.

“Nothing happened my ass, it's obviously suggestive,” I roll my eyes.

“Let their imagination run wild then. I'm putting mine in my wallet, you can put yours on your bulletin board, I heard manifesting is a popular practice these days,” he chuckles teasingly, giving me a sly wink.

“Oh, by the way, I sent you some clothes for when you arrive. It’s been raining here nonstop and I wasn’t sure if you packed good rain boots,” my mom’s voice brings me out of my daydream, as I nod my head accordingly.

“Thank you, mommy. I’ll let you know when I receive them,”

“No, they should have already been delivered. I got the notification today,”

“Oh, okay, then I’ll check the mailbox right after our call,” I say with a soft smile.

“Well, I’m not gonna take up any more of your time, I’m sure you’re busy with finals. Please, just confirm that you got the package,” my mom says, sending me a flying kiss as I wave her goodbye.

“I love you, mommy,”

“Love you more, Mira,”

Putting my hair in a messy bun, I grab my keys and ID before heading out the door. I did in fact pack some rainboots upon my arrival to Korea, but didn’t have the heart to tell my mom that on the phone. Her smile was too contagious for that news. Anyways, who would pass on free clothes? So, I make my way down to the mail room before scanning the area for my number, 1289.

“Okay, oop, jeez, how big were these boots?” I huff and puff from all the heavy lifting, before stumbling back on my tippy toes. Managing to finally open the box, my eyes widen from the amount of snacks my mom packed. You know, sometimes, I think my parents think that my university doesn’t provide food. As if I beg my neighbors for a cup of sugar each night. I can’t complain though, I really do appreciate the way they show their love and care. So, yes, I will be indulging in all of these before I leave. Locking my mailbox I get a better grip of the box before heading out, that is, until one of the front desk employees stops me.

“Miss! You dropped something,” he points to the white envelope on the ground.

“Oh, thank you,” I say with a soft smile before opening what seems like a letter.

To Miss Jean,

Hello Mira, this is Mrs. Jeon. I apologize for not reaching out to you sooner, I’m sure you’ve been worried sick. But, I hope you can understand that we as a family needed to take some time to help Jungkook heal. He is doing well. Although, his memory, at least of last year has been completely wiped. It’s been a tough journey, but the fact that he regained his consciousness is truly a miracle on its own. We really thought we lost him. You have no idea how much I cried that day. For a mother, losing her child is worse than death itself. So, I thank God every day for his protection.

With that being said, the reason I’m writing to you is regarding your relationship with Jungkook. Please don’t take this too personally, but I need you to cut all ties with him. When I received the phone call from the paramedics on site, they reported that he was found unconscious on the side of the road, holding onto a bloodstained picture of you guys. Now, I tried to remain as reasonable as possible, but he is my son and I would do anything to protect him. Even if that means coming in between you two. I’m not sure if you guys were dating or tied by any romantic relationship, but from the way he talked about you, the dots were relatively easy to connect.

He doesn’t remember anything, Mira. He doesn’t remember you. In hindsight, maybe it's for the best. I truly hope that you will be able to understand and respect my decision. Don’t call, don’t write, don’t interact. Jungkook will be returning back to Seoul for the Fall semester, and I trust that you will follow the plan. If he initiates contact first, try your best to avoid it at all costs. Just please, don’t make me worry about him again.

Feeling my throat tighten, my chest heaves up from the sudden flow of emotions. What is going on? What did I just read? Cut all ties? He doesn’t remember me? Did I just receive an ultimatum from Jungkook’s mom before ever meeting her? My eyes swelled with tears as I looked around, scanning the room for any sign of life that would confirm if this was real or just a bad, bad dream.

“Miss, are you okay?” the man at the front desk asks gently, his smile slowly fading as my body drops to the floor.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, before looking up at his worried expression. Feeling my eyes dissociate into the distance, there’s a trail of teardrops marking the wooden floor as the denial settles in. Don’t call … Don’t write … Don’t interact.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Toronto. It is currently 8 pm exactly and pouring cats and dogs outside. So, I hope you dressed appropriately. On behalf of the cabin crew, I would like to thank you for flying with Air Canada. Enjoy the rest of your day!” the pilot's voice mumbles through the speakers as the sound of safety belts being unbuckled fills the tight space.

Mom was right, Mother Nature seems to not be too happy about something, because why is it thunderstorming? To be fair though, I love it when it rains. Something about its aftermath, specifically, the smell of wet cement the next morning just tickles my brain.

Mira: Just landed! Will be out shortly ❤️

Mommy: Thank goodness, we can't wait to see you, my love!

Daddy: Miraya, honey, I'll be standing right by the doors to help with the luggage.

Mino: I hope you packed lightly -_-

Milo: Mira, did you get us anything? ;)

Having younger brothers is definitely an experience, but I can’t lie, I managed to miss them as well. And, as I rolled my suitcase down the exit, I could feel my heartbeat increase, palms getting sweaty from the nerves. Overwhelmed by the emotions, it takes only a glimpse of my father’s face for me to break down. With tears rolling down my flushed face, we pulled each other into a long embrace, as my mother’s hands caressed my dishevelled curls. Pressing a soft kiss on my forehead, she cups my face in her warm palms before searching my teary eyes.

“My sweet, sweet girl,” she says softly, wiping my tears with her pink handkerchief, as my dad navigates us out of the airport to our car.

The drive back home was rather sentimental. With every turn I caught myself reminiscing my childhood memories. The time I broke my wrist falling off the monkey bars in my elementary park, or the time my friends and I tried to sneak into a frat party dressed like those edgy college girls … you can imagine the outcome, I don’t even have to explain.

“Peaches!”

A faint voice brings me out of my dissociation as I snap my head towards my younger brother whose smile visibly fades from the intensity of my stare.

“What?” Milo asks slowly, eyebrows furrowed from confusion.

“What did you just say?” I scoff, a bit more harshly than initially intended.

“Mommy asked what fruit she should use for her pie …” his words trail off into the car's ambience, as my eyes swell with tears. God, I miss Jungkook so much that I’m now hearing things. Surely, this isn’t healthy.

“Sorry, I must have misheard you,” I try to subside the suspense with a soft smile before looking out the rainy window again. Feeling my throat slowly tighten, I try to shake away the thought that somewhere across the ocean, rests a soul whose heart no longer beats for me.

“He doesn’t remember you, Mira,” Mrs. Jeon’s voice keeps replaying in my head as I bury my face deeper into the duvet, attempting to block the thoughts with my pillow. Unfortunately though, It’s not working as the haunting realization of our future, or rather, the lack of it, has already consumed my conscious mind. It’s not fair. I’ve lost him once and can’t bear to lose him again. Which, I guess … is exactly what Mrs. Jeon is feeling right now.

“Ugh, Mira, shhhh. Please, just let me sleep,” I snap at my racing thoughts, turning aimlessly inside the soft sheets before feeling my body slowly give in to the fatigue as my vision goes pitch black.

“Koo!” I call out his name as we run towards each other with open arms across a field of orange tiger lilies.

“My sweet, sweet girl,” he says softly, lifting me in the air before we melt into each other’s embrace. Tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear, he caresses my cheek with the back of his palm before searching my teary eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks hushly, leaning closer as our lips rest inches apart.

“Koo, please tell me that you remember me, that you remember us,” I cry out, placing my hands on his warm chest.

“Of course, I do Peaches. What are you saying?” Jungkook’s voice is soft but full of worry as he moves my hand to his heart.

“You lost your memory. Your mom said you don’t remember anything. Nothing,”

“Mira, baby, please don’t cry. It was all a dream, I promise,” he says with a gentle smile, before wiping the tears off my face, resting his forehead on mine.

“It’s you and me, till my heart stops beating,”

His words fade into the distance before I’m awakened by the feeling of sheer distress. Chest heaving up, there’s sweat dripping down my face as I reach for my journal on the nightstand. With shaky hands, I jot down the sudden overflow of my emotions in the form of a letter.

Dear Koo,

I saw you today and … it felt so real. Your embrace was warm, familiar and full of love. We were finally happy again. Except … it wasn't real, none of it was real. You promised it was all just a dream, but you lied. This … this is a nightmare.

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acourtofthought · 21 days

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I just saw an Elriel post that highlighted the "mating bond is a bridge between souls" line and then showed Feysand quotes to emphasize the point. They then showed the Elriel quote, "the only bridge of connection between them...that knife" and a quote that says how Lucien had "done nothing to bridge the gap between them"

I find it ironic that they used that specific quote for Elriel since it literally says that the ONLY bridge of connection between Elain and Azriel is truth teller, and then Elain gives truth teller back. Meaning there is no more bridge connecting them.

Also, I will never understand how they bash Lucien for apparently not trying hard enough to connect with Elain, but as soon as he does try anything, they scream that he's possessive and taking away Elain's choice. So, what exactly do they want from him?

Also, there is a quote from Lucien where he literally says that the bond between him and Elain is real, "it's a read thread." So, is there an emotional gap between Lucien and Elain right now? Yes, which is completely understandable. But is there also a mating bond, a bridge between souls, between them? Also, yes.

To your point at the end, it is ok there's an emotional gap between Lucien and Elain. I don't want them connecting in someone else's book, I don't want Elain's feelings to be evident for him where I'm not getting to experience it all from her POV. I don't want a flashing neon sign proclaiming "they're in love!" rather than seeing it happen in their story. SJM left me enough hints to feel confident while still looking forward to their romance playing out in real time. Also, this wasn't in the novella for shits and giggles: "Stay out of it. She's not ready, and neitehr is he, no matter how many presents they bring." "Let him live with his Band of Exiles. Let him deal with Tamlin in his own way. Let him figure out where he wants to be. Who he wants to be. The same goes with her." "Just be patient. It'll sort itself out. It always does." "I want them to be happy. All of them." "They will be" She said the simple words with such unflagging conviction that I believed her. That covers it all. The reason Elain and Lucien are currently at odds, the reason Lucien still has not attempted to bridge the gap. Neither is ready, they still have too much of their own problems to figure out before they can turn to romance. Elain needed to accept becoming fae, needing to consider the possibility of actually being with a fae (and not jumping right into an intense mating bond), Lucien needed time to really think about what he wants from his future, where he wants to live (it's not going to be the human lands forever), how he wants to deal with his relationship with Tamlin. Now that SF has ended they've had 16 months to do exactly that and there's a good chance that Mor's prediction is about to take off. The funniest thing is they'll destroy Lucien's character for keeping his distance from Elain while applauding Az for doing the exact same thing. Lucien can't stand being near Elain because he sees her current distance and it hurts him. It's evident he still thinks about her, he asked Feyre how she was doing, brought her a present, asked if she still mourned Graysen (which means he is respecting the love she had for someone else). We know an unfulfilled bond can drive males mad and that is another reason it's a strain for him. Az avoided Elain because he can't stand the scent of her bond. Did she ask him to stay away? Did she ignore him? Lucien is doing what he's doing because he's respecting Elain's clues for space and time though it pains him to do so. Az is doing what he's doing for his own selfish reasons. Elain could have used a support system in the NC over the past year but Az chose to focus on his own needs instead of what would have been best for her. The scent of her bond isn't going anywhere and he chose to make that the driving factor of whether to spend time with her or not which means he'll never spend time with her unless the bond suddenly disappeared. That's not a worthy male. And yes, "the ONLY bridge of connection, that knife." Which means, after Elain returned TT, there was no remaining bridge of connection. Sure they were willing to make out but the author is LITERALLY telling us there's nothing to support their pairing long term. The one thing that seemed to connect them is not the foundation that true love is built on. It makes me laugh when this line is used romantically but when the other hints that are used throughout the series also receive the blinder treatment, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Like Elain and Az outside, his leathers SO AT ODDS with the beautiful garden. Or Elain with spring blooming behind her and death on the other side. Elain sitting in the sunniest windows, as if "any bit of darkness was abhorrent", Elain in black, "no matter that she declared herself part of this court, it sucked the life from her."

A near kiss and a few glances mean nothing when the author is continually feeding us line after line about how Elain is not where she's meant to be and she's not ending up with the guy who is completely at odds with her in every way despite her efforts to distract herself from her problems by engaging in a crush on him.

#pro elucien #elucien #anti e/riel

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addledmongoose · 1 month

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Good Omens Fanfic Friday (05 Apr 2024)

Almost everything this week is canon-compliant/adjacent. For a change there's only one human AU.

Nice And Ominous: a reluctant eschatology of the Second Attempt (series) (84K currently; Rated T/E)

Every so often there comes along a week where I'm absolutely ecstatic to recommend something. I spend all week in anticipation of sharing it with everyone in the hopes they'll love it as much as I do. This week, it's this series, a three-part post-S2 that definitely deserves way more kudos and attention than it currently has.

Part I (rated T) is from Crowley's POV and focuses on him slowly healing from the heartache of losing his angel. He learns to be friends with Maggie and Nina, becomes like a big brother to Muriel, and even gains an almost-friendship with Eric. The story isn't as angsty as it sounds, though Crowley doesn't always have the healthiest coping mechanisms (a tendency to drink and drive across the world). The author does a great job of not putting all the breakup blame on Aziraphale. You can always tell the difference between Crowley blaming Aziraphale in a story and the author blaming him.

Part II (rated T) is from Aziraphale's POV. This story is definitely more angsty that Part I. Aziraphale's up there doing is best, but with only one real (human) friend back on Earth to rely on and trust, he's mostly on his own. Just as with Part I, the author doesn't put the entirety of the blame for the breakup on Crowley any more than he does Aziraphale. Be warned that it ends in a cliffhanger.

Part III (mostly rated T but some E) is still incomplete, but the author posts weekly and the story is already written, so I feel confident we'll see the end. I can't say much about the plot of this one without serious spoilers, but if you read the first two parts you'll definitely want to read Part III. It hurts at times. A lot. If you need mostly fluff right now, this isn't the one for you. (The rest of today's list is pure fluff, though, because I needed it after obsessing over this story).

If you don't like to be left hanging on a story, read Part I, but hold off on Part II until Part III is complete. It won't be too long; the author has already released two chapters since I started writing this note (7 of 14).

This series is incredibly well-written. It's almost certain to make my year-end best-of list, as it's easily one of the best "what happens next" after Aziraphale leaves for Heaven. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all week.

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Break the Rules (1.4K; Rated G)

Aziraphale has a beard. Crowley loses his mind.

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In Love We Rise (11K; Rated E)

One of two AJ_Constantine stories on my list this week filled with fluff and gorgeous writing. It's Easter Sunday and Aziraphale is feeling a little down about the holiday. Crowley decides to cheer him up.

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Bad Communications (series) (15K; Rated T)

Funny post-S2 three-part series where Crowley and Aziraphale are made to realize (by Nina/Maggie and Muriel respectively) that they might not have communicated with each other as clearly as they thought during the Final 15. I particularly love how Muriel is written here.

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Heaven On Wheels (3K; Rated M)

Aziraphale buys a Scoopy moped and convinces Crowley to go for a ride. The author, CopperBeech, describes it as "a sappy, happy, old-fashioned s1-compliant (and s2-defiant) post-Nopocalypse getting-together fic."

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Caramel Delight (16K; Rated E)

Human AU. Another wonderful bit of fluff from AJ_Constantine. Crowley is delighted when his terrible neighbors move out and even more delighted when he sees his new neighbor is a gorgeous blond man. The neighborly thing to do would be to bring over a jar of his Nan's caramel sauce as a welcome to the neighborhood gift, of course. Crowley is really dense here; hilariously so. The "they share one brain cell" tag would be appropriate, but Aziraphale is the only one using it.

#good omens fanfiction #fanfic friday

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yagamisdiary · 4 months

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I lowkey feel Ambrose's mind set and outcome could have been much different if he allowed himself to seek love from someone instead of shutting out every chance for love he has been offered and only seeing himself, his mind and body as materialistic value. Same goes with his family, I understand how little he must have felt but if he was more open with his acceptance for love and ability to show it back he'd realise how much he was valued and loved for every aspect of his existence. I can't help but sympathise with him. I feel I'm getting opinionated on his character but his death hurt me the most out of everyone's. I truly believed he had a real love for his family but his love was poisoned by envy and jealousy. I find the most upsetting part of his character is that if he got his way or not he'd still never be happy. If he got his way I feel the buzz of praise and control would wear off eventually and he'd realise it was all just performative. Yes, I know a kingdom can have a real love for their King but if you were to put them in a situation between picking a loved one or the King who would they pick? Maybe Ambrose, but that would be from loyalty, not love. Not REAL love. I'd give it a few months before he'd come down from the high and be left wondering why he hasn't been ticked off or put in a small wrestling match or debate quiz in a while. A few months before it wouldn't only be y/n who couldn't look him in the eye, but he couldn't look at her either. Her face a mosaic of their family blended into one.

I also can't avoid feeling sorrow for him because he really was just a boy who had yet to grow up. On the outside was a man but on the inside was just a boy. Kai is the one slagged the most for his childlike personality but it was always Ambrose that had it. His idea of masculinity was constantly being put on fire and constantly having to be rebuilt with fewer resources every time. It distracted him from the maturity and growth that comes with age. Keeping his feelings enclosed for so long must have spilt out and warped his mind and sadly that's what happens when our emotions bottle up and we feel we have no one to express that to. It's because of this I feel that at his breaking point, he'll go back into his childlike mentality and only then realise how dependent he was on his mom and dad. Only then will he realise he'll never get another hug from his mother or a well-needed lecture from his father. No brothers to seek advice from and mentally no sister to confide in. No family to lean on in times of dread like we all need. And he'd still keep this bottled up. He'd have no one to emotionally connect with on that level again. Maybe a wife but a wife will never be able to bring the love experienced from brothers. The type of love where you can kick and punch each other all you want but they'll still be there at the end of the day eating dinner with you and hold no grudge but love for you by the time the sun goes down. The cycle would only continue for him but this time he has no one to hurt. He got what he wanted and would be stuck in a lifetime of misery and fake smiles with the only thing filling his mind being guilt and sadness. I also believe this would make him realise the love he actually held for his brothers. Yes, I know Y/n was probably his favourite but sometimes when your glass of emotions fills too much it overflows and you are forced to sit there and analyse them even without realising or concentrating on it. That's when he'd find the real love he held for Kai and especially Elijah. The remorse he'd feel and the guilt of realising the love and compassion his older brother felt for him. He'd relive all the small moments. I think that another fault of Ambrose is he expects drastic acts of love that he forgets the real pieces of small everyday doings. He'd realise all the times Elijah probably noticed when a conversation was starting to get Ambrose agitated and would steer it away, all the times he probably realised during balls only he, Elijah was getting all the limelight and praise and would find a way to bring Ambrose's light of character into conversation. Sadly, his win would only make him lose as he'd realise all the real love he was once surrounded with, is now gone that he cold-bloodingly destroyed it. Never will the image of Elijah's lifeless eyes leave his brain or the images of his dead parents. He would only ever see Elijah's eyes before his death looking back to him in mirrors and his father's disappointment when he'd scrunch his brows or his mother's tears when he'd cry. Although he got his dream, he'd just as quickly want to reverse it. I think he'd either live a life of misery and guilt which would reflect onto his people, or end it himself.

I could say Ambrose is probably my favourite character in this story. His feelings are just so universally experienced and we all have probably once felt like an Ambrose. Whether that be with siblings, parents or friends. A lot of us have felt unwanted once and Ambrose embodies that and how its sadness can turn to envy.

As much as he has done bad I seriously just can't help but want to cry for him. He really is just a scared boy under his facade.

The saddest part, even with all the death and horror, I believe his family would still find a way to forgive him. If reincarnation existed in another universe and his loving family could be put in a room together one more time for just one day, I do believe that day would end in one big crying hug of guilt from all sides, and especially at the core of that hug, love.

I went a bit on but I just love his character so much and believe that none of this was his real dream and he never really got to find his real dream in the end. As much as he can be painted to be a monster I don't think his family could ever see that no matter what because the truth is deep down I don't believe he was. His story and life were sad and it's upsetting because he could have had a beautiful life if he stopped looking at how he was perceived by others and took a bit of inspiration and help from his siblings to find his true self. As much as we want to do stuff on our own i don't think he could find himself on his own and do believe with the accepted help from his siblings he could have found that :(

I just realised how long this is... I could have kept it to myself but wanted to kinda voice my opinion on his character because I find him the most interesting and complex!

wow, i’m honestly speechless right now. this is the first time someone has analyzed and truly broke down one of my characters before and it’s honestly sorta eye opening.

it’s always so strange to me how a fictional character i made up in my head can cause such emotional and personal understanding within someone. that they have the capability to reach the readers in ways that cause them to feel sad or empathetic for them.

ambrose personally is one of my favorite characters too. he was so much fun to write at the beginning and with time, the more deeper and complex his character became, i felt an overwhelming sadness when i was reminded of his evitable faith

i had ambrose’s plot line planned out from the first page and never intended for myself to get so attached to him, much less for readers to do the same

in my eyes, he’s extremely relatable. especially for people who grew up as a middle child and often feel overshadowed by their siblings or just in general

i agree that whether he got his way or not, he’d never be satisfied. the rose colored glasses would eventually fall and he’d see the world as it really is and come to terms with all he did to get to where he is

i believe that yn knew this too and that’s why she took it into her own hands to end that misery for him. she knew he was too far gone and that no matter what, he’d never be happy

#eldia #someone reads the absolute fuck out of ambrose #please please please send me more analysis of characters i’m so invested now

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sonicasura · 2 years

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(Making this a post instead of reblogging cause I got a LOT to say.)

As a Sonic fan and has Sonic Unleashed listed as their favorite game, YES. Since Sonic Prime is delving into the multiverse genre, it would make sense to use a Sonic that has the Werehog transformation. (I do have my own versions of the Werehog but that'll be saved for an actual AU.)

So, shenanigans happen causing Sonic to end up in Ordon Forest sometime after the events of Twilight Princess. Yep! The Blue Blur and his nighttime persona is gonna become a cryptid for awhile. I believe 'Azure Hound' would be a nice name.

This mainly stems from the fact Sonic is impossible to spot during the daytime but at night, the Werehog looks like an unidentified canine which is only added onto by the darkness. Now Twilight won't investigate for awhile since this cryptid hasn't really hurt anyone much less might be real.

That is until one of the kids in the village goes missing. Apparently a few children snuck out to go cryptid hunting only for something to go wrong as their bud got left behind in the process. Enough to solicit the hero to go on an 'Azure Hound' hunt.

Twilight manages to find the kid being chased by monsters. One goes to attack only for Sonic the Werehog to intercept it. It becomes clear that the Azure Hound is outnumbered so Link goes into help. They managed to defeat all the monsters but the Werehog gets badly injured taking a surprise blow for Twilight.

Link takes both Sonic and the kid back to Ordon Village where the child explains that the Werehog kept them safe until they could return home. It doesn't take long for Sonic to switch back to his normal hedgehog self or for Twilight to sense the wolf like traits either.

So instant papa wolf as Link cares for the wounded Blue Blur. Really doesn't take long until Twilight manages to get some adoption papers and Sonic to get settled in. Also father-son wolf style bonding.

The Werehog has a tendency to howl, can easily run on all fours like a wolf, and enough canine instincts to boot. (Literally has an idle animation where he sits on all fours and scratches himself with his foot.) Only makes sense for Twilight to shift into wolf form more often. Although the look on his face would be funny when Sonic shows off the full extent of the Werehog's elastic arms alongside strength.

Then the Chain show up one day to recruit Twilight. I'm also doing this out of order as this Link joins before Wild but not anyone else. None of the Links realized that they'll be getting a non-Link member much less one like Sonic.

Plus when Wild later joins, our Werehog By Night will be throwing in this comment. "Looks like Wolf Pops might be adding another pup to the pack." Incoming chaotic sibling bonding as BOTW Link is just a feral gremlin with enough little shit energy to match.

Twilight is also more bold since he isn't too shy of revealing that he's Wolfie unlike in canon. Sonic's confidence rubbed off on him as he really doesn't see their lupine forms negatively. It's still them after all.

Sonic: So what if you can turn into a wolf and I can turn into werehog? You are still Link as I'm still Sonic. Let people say what they want since it'll make it funner to prove them wrong.

Twilight: *completely moved and fully proud of his fuzzy blue son* You're such a good pup.

Plus there's more people in the found family alongside another person to jokingly call Time an old man. Well, Sonic would affectionately call him an old 'Fossil' since Twilight calls the older Link Ancestor. The hedgehog is a little shit, what do you expect?

Although Time would call Sonic 'hoglet' since that is the name for baby hedgehogs after all. Both are gonna be teasing each other to the point the Hero of Time feels more like his younger child self. Overall, this spiky hero is gonna bring some much needed positivity for the Chain.

If Midna could visit or join Twilight's adventures then she'll definitely take the role of chaotic mom figure with Sonic. These two would be crafting mischief together in seconds with Wild and Wind also joining. Poor wolf dad is practically impulse control cause someone is going to set something on fire with Midna around. Although Twilight might end up joining and turn that fire into an explosion.

That's all I got for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule.

@hermitdrabbles56

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#sonicasura #legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic the werehog #sonic unleashed #loz tp #loz link #legend of zelda link #legend of zelda twilight princess #werehog #linked universe related #hermitdrabbles56 #lu twilight

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Hello! Bruce is one of my favorite Tekken characters. It's sad that he's been replaced several times, especially when he has ties to Kazuya in the story. If they do bring him back for Tekken 8, how do you think they'll handle him and his story moving forward? Would he still be on Kazuya's side?

Bruce, Kazuya, and a Future for their Story

I'm sad that Bruce didn't make it to Tekken 7 too, and worried that with other representations of Muay Thai, he may not make a future return. Whilst Fahkumram does more of a service to representing traditional Muay Thai, complete with doing wai khru ram muay and himself being the first Thai character in the game, Muay Thai is a huge, internationally practised martial art, and I hope the games lean into representing that rather than eject Bruce. It's true that a lot of characters have been replaced with newer characters and have rarely returned for canonical titles since those replacements, but I still hope Bruce will return, especially because of his importance to the story. Any of the replacement Muay Thai characters don't carry nearly as much importance to the story as Bruce does.

I would like to see the old team back together for Tekken 8. Anna has been deeply hurt and has nowhere left to go, and Kazuya always respected her and had a place for her. Since Kazuya found him after the plane crash, Bruce has never voluntarily left Kazuya's side, and the moment he discovered he was alive again, he sought him out to work for him. Anna and especially Bruce have a really important narrative role in showing dimensions to Kazuya. Whilst he is someone who always plays into his own villainy, the loyalty and comraderie in his close friendships is one of the only windows we have into a different side to him.

Bruce discovering Kazuya is alive in Tekken 5.

We in turn don't have a huge amount of information on Bruce, but his relationship with Kazuya also brings dimensions to him as well. With Bruce, the greyer areas to his character were better established - he's someone hard, ruthless in his training of soldiers, and protects all of Kazuya's insidious interests, but he's also someone with a clear sense of justice, who desires to look after the vunerable and those unable to protect themselves. The kind of people Bruce wants to protect is the kind of person Kazuya used to be, before he had to grow up alone without that kind of care. That Kazuya keeps Bruce close to him, and that this is an aspect of him that does not clash with working for Kazuya, speaks to a complexity both in their relationship and in who they are as people. They understand and respect one another.

In terms of where they left off in Tekken 6, Bruce's ending features him successfully winning a skirmish for G Corp. It is likely Kazuya that he is speaking to in English on his radio. I've made this argument more substantially on Bruce's wiki page. As we have had no further information on Bruce, it is likely that he has been in the field for all of Tekken 7. Since G Corp have now won all meaningful warfare (they were previously outnumbered and worse equipped than the Zaibatsu), it would make sense for Bruce to be recalled to Kazuya's side. I doubt he would ever leave Kazuya or substantially question his intentions. He has known him a long time and is aware of his moods, as well as his pain, and how stubborn he can be. If Bruce wanted out, he would have done so a long time ago, and he wouldn't have returned to Kazuya's side and helped him take power between Tekken 5 and 6. He knows what he's getting into with Kazuya and works for him despite that.

I've mentioned elsewhere in various posts about Kazuya, but he's someone who is too paranoid, proud, and controlling to have 'friends'. Instead he has employees, and the power difference between them is something that allows him to lower some defences. They are not a threat to him, they choose to be with him, and they are people he can confide in, and who's company he can enjoy. Anna and Bruce are people who understand that one can never 'just be friends' with Kazuya, but see whatever relationship they do have with him as something valuable despite this. Bruce in particulr has no ulterior motive for working for Kazuya, and came to aid him even when he was someone without power or wealth. Whilst Kazuya isn't a sociable person like Heihachi or Lee, he, unlike, Heihachi or Lee, actually has a much closer circle of people he trusts and who trust and are loyal to him in turn.

I would like to see Tekken 8 work to bring Kazuya's complexities to the game's story, and Bruce is in an ideal place to help make that happen. I also would love to see Bruce interacting with other G Corp employees, especially Chloe. She's someone younger and bratty, and I can see Bruce having a tired but very generous spirit towards her. I always think Tekken is at its best when it shows the greyscale of characters and lets them feel more human. It also brings much greater tragedy to their downfalls and failings. Watching a villain be brought down is a momentary feeling of justice, but watching someone who became a monster out of pain still have gentle relationships with others fall because he became what he hated, strikes much deeper.

#Bruce Irvin #Kazuya Mishima #Tekken #Tekken 8 #Tekken Lore #Tekken Thoughts #asks #鉄拳

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Father & Son Character Headcanons!!!

I've established quite a few of my own Headcanons for most of the F&S characters, not including my OC's who have their own bios now on my OC list, so I'm giving Alan's characters my own personal headcanons for Father & Son.

(Also, if nobody noticed, I gave my standalones an actual title and connected them, so they'll have their own headcanon page later. This will be added to my pinned post eventually.)

Anyways-

Headcanons!

Purple(Nickname: Little flower):

Very sensitive

Has abandonment issues

Inherited his father's sass and attitude

Dropped Navy's last name. Fully adopts Orchid's last name, Rose.

Very scared his power will become unstable and he will hurt someone

Loves clear, sunny days.

Still has most of the scars from the major battles in the early books.

Both very affectionate and not affectionate at all. Like, he will fall asleep cuddling next to King, or physically push him away.

Considers Gold his adoptive brother, and often refers to Sapphire as his sister in law.

Has a surprisingly strong internal system, despite the constant stabbings, major battles, and comas he is put under.

Very street smart

Can space out very easily

Has anxiety

Defenitely has PTSD

Still worried King will turn on him

Always on high alert. With how much Navy has come back, it's become a habit

Has insomnia. Usually can only fall asleep unless he's near King

Still partially processing Orchid's affair

Has chronic headaches and will sometimes look like he's still brainwashed.

Has a necklace King gave him. Always wears it. Protects it with his life. Literally his all-time favorite gift. Will probably kill someone with an energy ball if it gets damaged or broken.

Has a lot of self-doubt and personal self problems. King usually drags him out of the hole with a hug and positive affirmations.

Has a higher self confidence as the series progresses.

King Orange

Protective of all of the kids, but especially protective of Purple

Fears losing Purple

Very attached to Purple. He's scared of losing another child over a stupid mistake.

Cherishes the genuine smiles Purple gives. They aren't very common anymore, with how much the kid has gone through, so he absolutely adores seeing Purple look genuinely happy.

Purple's main support system. Usually holds him when he's having a breakdown and cuddles him until he falls asleep.

Kept an old test staff from when he was avenging Gold as a precaution. While Yellow has the Command Block Staff, King will usually grab Alan's Minecraft block as a last resort.

On occasion will have nightmares, whether it's Purple in danger or any of the other kids. They scare him.

Scared he'll drive Purple away because of a trivial mistake.

Just in general loves Purple. Will probably kill Navy on his own if there's ever a time that they can't bring Purple back

Slightly weary of Gold's relationship with Sapphire, but supportive nonetheless.

Adores seeing Gold and Purple bond. He thinks it's cute, and loves that Purple sees Gold as an adoptive sibling.

Has trouble trusting that Purple knows what he's doing, but grows out of that phase as the series goes on. He does it out of fear that Purple is going to get himself killed or even severely injured.

Chosen

Very protective of Second and the CG

Will murder anyone who messes with Dark

Scared of losing Dark because of what's happened in the past.

Purple's third supporter, next to King and Dark.

Between all three hollow heads, he is the most level headed.

Has insomnia

Tries not to start fights, and is reasonable with what he says if they do start. The last time he and Dark had a fight, he almost lost Dark forever, and he doesn't want that happening again

Finds Dark's exaggeration of things incredibly hilarious

Will hug so tight and never let go. Dark knows this very well.

Occasionally stays the night in Second's room to keep watch over him.

Enjoys teasing Dark. He acts like an older brother to him. Dark finds it annoying and will usually tease him back as payback.

Can be sensitive and emotional

Loves it when Dark calls him "Cho"

Dark

Loves calling Chosen "Cho"

Knows how the Virabots work, even though Navy has rewired them entirely.

Kept the ViraBands as a precaution and last resort. He and Purple both have a ViraBand just in case(Dark's in the black in red from AVA, and Purple's is a mix of purple and blue)

Complains about Chosen's incredibly tight hugs. Deep down, he absolutely loves them. Will usually hug him equally tight.

Purple's secondary supporter.

Has more nightmares than Chosen

Between all three hollowheads, he is hotheaded and reckless.

Will say hurtful words, and then automatically regret them later. Will hate himself for it.

Equally protective of the CG

Is close with Purple and Yellow specifically.(He and Purple kind of trauma bonded and are good at working together, and he and Yellow are some of the smartest people in the group.)

Second

Annoyed at Chosen and Dark's protectiveness, but accepts it. He knows King does the exact same thing with Purple(though Purple is more accepting of the affection and cherishes it)

Occasionally camps out in Red's room. He knows Red had been hit the hardest in the first three books, and in book 6, so he tries comforting him as best as he can.

Extremely protective of the CG, Purple included. Will 100% use his powers if they are threatened.

Very scared that his powers will become out of control. He's still learning about them, like Purple, and is nervous about how crazy they've gotten in the past

His eyes flicker green and his body glows green when he's using his powers.

Whenever he uses a large amount of power, his body will be covered with green electricity, like paralysis.

Very sleep deprived(He blames Green.)

Red

Has PTSD

Has insomnia

Occasionally has nightmares about what he's been through

Purple helps him with his animals

Between the other members of the CG, he's the closest to Purple and Second

Sensitive

Has a bracelet with the CG's colors mixed into it.

Uses fidget toys often

Has anxiety

Is the most childish between all six of the CG members

Next to Purple, he is the most traumatized.

Loves baggy sweaters.

Can tame literally any Minecraft mob.

Yellow

One of the three smartest characters

Between Alan's pc-dwellers, he is the most sarcastic and has the most sass(the title is quickly taken by Purple out of the entire cast)

Tries to be very scientific and logical

Very reasonable

Can very quickly rewire literally any one of Navy's machines. He never gets the chance, but he could do it.

One of the swiftest. Easily able to take out any guards if you give him weapons and a decent chance.(This is very important in the infection au)

VERY sleep deprived.

Addicted to coffee.

Loves insulting Green

Literally Blue's best friend.

Green

Stays up all night playing music. Won't let Second sound-proof his room

Loves trying to annoy Purple in the middle of the night.

Very sarcastic.

Loves to pick verbal fights with Navy whenever he gets a chance

Argues with Yellow on the daily

The strongest in hand-to-hand combat.

Will absolutely start a fight in Purple's honor(Mocha almost lost a nose because of that)

Can roller skate very well(Purple taught him)

Actually does become good friends with Scarlet. His friends love teasing him about their relationship as much as Sapphire is teased about her relationship with Gold

Easily ticked off. Will either start insulting someone into a mental breakdown, or just start throwing hands if you give him a chance

Has an on-off rivalry with King. Purple finds it both annoying and hilarious.

Will 100% let King hear it if he hurts Purple. Like, he will absolutely go insane(King's grateful Green didn't find out that he let Purple run out in the middle of a thunderstorm.)

Blue

Still a netherwart addict.

Basically the gang's alchemist. It's his role in his and Yellow's dynamic too.

Very sensitive

Will let someone hear it if they mess with Yellow.

Loves having one-on-one sleepover campouts with Yellow.

The gangs chef. Probably rivals a chef in Stick City somewhere.

The calmest and most levelheaded between the six of them.

Still weary of Dark

Good friends with Copper.

Is a literal mother hen with the CG. Alan finds it hilarious.

Gold

Protective of Purple.

Slightly weary of Mocha's old friends because of what they did to Purple and Sunny, but accepting of them.

Has playful banter with Copper over his relationship with Sapphire

Loves scavenger hunts.

Still traumatized from the festival and the Minecraft incident.

Has a necklace from Purple. Cherishes it.

Has scars on his arms and upper body from the Minecraft incident

Loves going to arcades. Will drag Purple with him on occasion.

Still spends time with King a lot.

Loves going to the movies. Will take Sapphire there as a date every so often

Navy

Literally just pure evil

Very smart

Feels no remorse for what he's done to Purple

Questions if Purple really is his biological son after the affair between Night Shade and Orchid is revealed

Has not talked to his parents in years. Didn't even talk to them after leaving Orchid and Purple.

Took way to long to realize that Orchid was dead. Didn't even know of it until Night Shade brought it up while they were plotting their second attempt at getting rid of Purple(meaning he didn't know she was dead until book 2)

Wonders how the fuck Purple is still alive

Has full control of the ViraBots. Doesn't realize that Dark can easily hack into them.

Has major anger issues

Has completely forgotten how to fight in hand-to-hand combat. Has gotten way too used to fighting Purple in the sky with energy balls and ViraBands to even remember(this happens in books 9-10)

Orchid

Still partially sane

Feels a little remorse for what she's done to Purple, but not enough to break through Navy's mind control.

Still very weak. The illness that killed her originally(pre-series) is still inside of her, and it weakens her physical strength

Not really ashamed of her affair with Night Shade. She thinks he deserved to know the pain he was giving to her. Did not realize a child would come out of it.

Feels guilty for dropping Amethyst with Night Shade right off the bat. She knew deep down that Navy would kill her if he ever learned Orchid had a child with another person.

Never knew that Navy and Night Shade were related. She just thought that they were really close friends.

Originally gave Purple the nickname "my little prince". It is used it two different ways in the series: Navy uses it to taunt Purple, and King changes it to "my little flower" as an affectionate nickname for Purple

Didn't use Navy's last name, Ribbon. This follows Purple, who drops Ribbon and uses Rose.

#bro they got rid of the yellow text option what the fuck #ava father & son #autumn writes #avm purple #avm navy #avm king orange #avm green #avm blue #avm red #avm yellow #avm tsc #avm tco #avm tdl #I did not use this to project onto some of the characters oop

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snail-eggs · 11 months

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Oooh did you get sent Johnny and Xixi yet?

If you have then EITHER 5 more for them bc I'm sure you have infinite amounts :3

Or some for Van & Matt :)

P.S. saw the bangs they are BANGING :D

oh Chase, you know exactly how to enable me. here’s some Van and Matt scenarios with even more Johnny and Xixi because I do indeed have an infinite amount 🫶🏻 (and thank you so, so, so much for complimenting the bangs!)

Van and Matt

- Van and Matt actually crossed paths once or twice pre-SRTT. After Van's sudden move to Steelport, she was really just doing whatever she wanted and wreaking havoc. I doubt she didn't show up on Matt's radar at least once and I also just feel like they would totally have passed each other unknowingly on the street.

- When they met, I genuinely think that Matt was shocked at how chill Van was with him (after they bring him into the fold, of course. there's a lot of context missing here) especially compared to the rest of the Saints. She just treated him with like, basic decency and he immediately latched on to her. Vanessa was his voice within the Saints. Should an issue arise, they won't listen to him but they'll always listen to Van.

- For some reason, whenever I think about Matt and Van, I imagine them walking around the city at night. Not doing much-not doing anything really. Just them, the comfort of each other's presence, and the moon. I think that maybe these late night walks are what really brought them close as friends and brought them even closer as romantic partners years later.

- I have said it before but Van is 1,000 times more chronically online than Matt. Like, some mornings he'll wake up and she's shoving some obscure Reddit thread in his face or explaining the most pointless Twitter beef. She's on the internet like she has the time and Matt has to remind her every so often that she, in fact, does not have all the time in the world to engross herself in internet niches.

- Vanessa genuinely finds herself missing Matt when he goes off to do his own thing after SRTT and its almost sad because she feels that she can't confide in anyone about these feelings. They all hate him anyway, what good is that gonna do her? So she just sort of doesn't let herself miss him. She "lives and lets live" as she puts it. Of course, all those buried feelings come flooding back in years later when he appears in Steelport once again.

Xixi and Johnny

- I know for a fact I mentioned this once in tags somewhere but: Xixi does not experience love in a very healthy way. Its all pain and violence with her, so of course she would be drawn to someone who is the very personification of those two things. He's the only one that really gets it. The only one who can really stand her without it hurting him back all that much.

- I see so much casual touching in their day-to-day lives. Her hand on his shoulder, him playing with a couple strands of he hair. There's just something so intimate about it. Something that I think fits them very well. No matter the iteration or timing of their relationship, there is always that comfort. There is always that safety.

- Johnny gave Xixi one of his chains. Way back in 2006 and it could have been an old one or straight off his neck but it was something of his that she now carries around with her. She left him in that parking lot with it on, got on that boat with it on and 5 years later, in that courthouse, she saves him with it on.

- When they start living together post-SR2 (without any labels or telling anyone at all), there's just this sense of domesticity. They share a home, a bed together, and still they refuse to cross that line again. To ruin what they've built. There's immense self control and there is also the inner turmoil within themselves to throw caution to the wind every time they are alone together.

- Johnny and Xixi are actually not on very good terms when he comes back post-SRTT. He feels almost abandoned by her, sort of betrayed by the fact that she built up an entire life separately from him while he lay in a hospital nearly dying for months. And because Xixi is Xixi, she returns all the passive aggression, all the dirty looks. It takes them a while for them to just be okay with each other again but when it happens, that's it. They're in it and they're in it for good.

#snail mail #masschase #saints row #it was so fun to talk about matt and van for once #but of course i had to balance it out with even *more* johnny and xixi lmaoo #some of these are just headcanons and not scenarios. rip.#boss posting #ship: van x matt #ship: xixi x johnny

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— WHO IS HAN RUIXI?

she’s a TWENTY-ONE year old wannabe, born OCTOBER 23, 2002. she’s currently eyeing LIME ENTERTAINMENT and lives by the words “you can't run away from the choices you've made.”

maybe you should learn more or ask her a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ harsh_critique.mp4 ]

(tw: suicidal thoughts, emotionally abusive parents, panic attack)

"you don't have the talent for it."

as simple as that. half a year's worth of practice shattered by her father's words, the intensity of his stare instantly adding fifty pounds to her shoulders. all she had done was ask to show him something, a dance, and posed a question. the simple question of whether he would allow her to attend a dance academy alongside everything else already on her plate. she isn't even asking to replace her course with it, nor drop any of her current subjects. she isn't being unreasonable at all, so--

"why?" her voice cracks, a smile struggling to stay on her lips. hasn't she been good? spending day and night practicing the piano to make them proud, her fingers bruised and calloused from days upon months upon years of playing to be worthy of their family name. even if it was thrust upon her unwillingly, she's grown protective of it.

she's grown to love and respect her parents, so why…

"why not? i won't slack off on piano lessons, i promise."

"it's a waste of time. you're better off picking up another instrument like i've told you to before. your mother plays many different strings, you should aim for at least three by the time you turn twenty. how old are you now?"

"fifteen."

"and you're still barely acceptable with the piano."

"i've been practicing every day."

"not enough, by the looks of it."

ruixi clenches her fists, a throbbing pain swelling in her throat. she hates the piano so much it burns. no amount of recitals aced, competitions won, and grand parties played at can make up for the lost childhood and stabbing anxiety of a disappointed parent.

"i'm sorry, i'll do better," her lower lip quivers as she tries to keep it together. it took several months of self-encouragement and pep talks in the mirror to build up enough confidence to bring it up to her father, telling herself it'll all be okay, and that he would acknowledge her hard work and embrace her desire to divert the course of her life, even a little bit, from what had been planned out since that fateful day. somehow, she had fooled herself into believing she was already enough.

"i'll do better, and maybe--"

"ruixi."

she straightens her back instinctively, struggling to control her breaths.

"don't get any funny ideas now. remember what your mother and i have done for you."

of course, how could she forget. she would be on the streets if not for them.

"if anyone sees you dancing like that, they'll blame us for letting you embarrass yourself. just focus on the piano for god's sake, ruixi, stop getting weird ideas, and don't bring this up ever again."

she nods and excuses herself from the room.

everything burns. her palms, her face, her skin, her muscles. she burns with a shame and anger far beyond anything she's ever felt before. more than the time she tripped over the piano stool, more than the time she started playing half a second too early, more than the time she realized just what had happened to her pet bird. everything hurt, and she wishes she could just crawl into the ground and disappear forever. maybe the cool soil would calm her mind. maybe she'd be better off dead. every single emotion threatens to rise out from her body through her throat, and she struggles to keep standing. she can barely see her room with the tears in her eyes.

how foolish of her to think everything would work out the way she wanted. she should've known her life wouldn't be a fairytale from the moment she arrived in this house. maybe father was right after all. she's still a child who can barely keep her emotions in check, what would she know about anything? about her life and how to live it?

…

it's just not fair.

#be:accepted #ning yizhuo #aespa

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bougenvilleeaa · 3 years

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ROBIN #5 (2021)

here are some favourite moments!

that no one asked for, but i'm gonna do them anyway.

spoilers ahead, duh.

1. Trust

Damian values Dick's trust so much🥺

It kinda hurts to see him say "I wish you'd just trust me" HE DOES BABY I PROMISE YOU

2. Damian dissing everyone.

"Is that why you and Tim are on a break?"

Damian, your brother had an eye-opening discovery about his sexuality less than two weeks ago, give him a break.

"Are you sure you weren't raised by clowns, Ric?"

He was shot in the head, child. Have some respect.

"Et tu, Reject?"

JASON IS NOT A REJECT OKAY! I LOVE HIM!

also, Damian quoted Shakespeare here. Jason and Damian bonding over classic literature??? please???? DC i know u can hear me. give us more Jason and Damian bonding moments!

3. Damian hugs Jason.

You can't see 80% of Jason's face but you can tell he is absolutely freaking out inside.

"omg omg omg what do i do?"

Jokes aside, this was genuinely such a sweet moment. Jason and Damian finally got their sweet brotherhood moment (even if Damian used it to trick Jason).

And you know what? Yea, Jason is most emotional Robin.

4. Or not..

It amuses me so much that Damian uses sentimentality as a weapon. He was the killy stabby Robin for so long, everyone knew not to try anything with him.

It makes so much sense that sentimentality from Damian, of all people, would shock Jason (the other killy stabby Robin).

also, this is exactly why your brother has trust issues, Damian. shame on you.

5. Big brother Dick.

I can confidently say that no one was surprised to see that Dick was the one who made it through to Damian. He's always been closest to his youngest brother.

The gift itself is beautiful, not because of what it is. But because of what it means to Dick, and now to Damian as well. A solid reminder that Damian has his family backing him up, waiting for him to come home.

And a reminder of who he is: Robin, a brother, a son, a friend, a Wayne, an Al-Ghul.

I would have included the panels of the gift, but alas, Tumblr has a 10 images limit per post.

6. My Robin.

No, I'm not crying. You're crying!

Once again with the sentimentality, this time, Dick gets Damian with it. Damian values Dick's approval and opinion, seeing as Dick accepted Damian and loved him for who he is, without expectations or standards, something Damian wasn't familiar with at the time.

To know that Dick supports him must've given him that last boost of confidence he needed to get back to Lazarus Island and compete in the tournament with a newfound spirit.

batfam stans, how we feeling?

7. What do we tell Batman?

To put it more crudely:

Jason: he got you with sentimentality, didn't he?

Dick: bitch, that was you.

I'm glad they're all leaving Damian to his own devices, letting him (re)discover who he is. And they know that when Damian is ready to come home, they'll be there to welcome him with open arms.

I love that Dick acknowledges and brings up that they've all went through this stage, discovering themselves for who they are outside of being a vigilante. It's a tough life and they know it.

Bonus:

8. Artist appreciation.

I love the artist for this issue (no hate to Jorge Corona from the last issue, but his character design for Dick was ehhhhh...).

Moreover, I love that this artist applied the same design for Nightwing from the current run. Melkinov used the Redondo's design for Nightwing's escrima sticks (the grappling hook coming out of the middle of the stick) and also used a similar design to his suit.

It definitely sells the idea that all of these comics are happening in the same continuity. We've had many conflicting storylines over the years because the writers/artists of the comics hardly ever seem to be on the same page when it comes to the character design of the same character.

I know that Jason's still wearing his old suit instead of the new one Bruce gifted him in Batman: Urban Legends #6 (2021), but this is something that still makes sense to me for the following reasons:

Urban Legends #6 came out only two weeks before this issue, the artist could've been done with their art and didn't know that Jason would be getting a new suit.

Jason is gonna wear the new suit in for the first time in Nightwing Annual #4 (supposedly), which will be released in November of this year. I can only assume that Jason won't be ready to wear his new suit until the point of time in that issue.

Lastly, shout out to Luis Guerrero for the amazing colours in this issue! He captures the essence of each character so well with his colours, like how the light is more reflective on Dick's suit than anyone else's, showing that Dick is wearing a stretchy material since he's a gymnast.

The shading, the contours, the way the light falls softly on each surface, truly a work of art.

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Shitlings chapter three

You don't have to Michael....its blood

We need a plan

The wind was smacking your face as you raced across the beach, Michael just about missing a couple sucking each other's faces off as he tried to keep up with David. Marko and Paul were making quick work of bringing down his confidence as they swung towards him from both sides.

Bug

You could hardly concentrate, never enjoying when things got this fast. The erratic movements of the bike were preventing you from thinking clearly as you tried to focus on something else, something calmer. The sand being flung up from the beach was burning your eyes so you forced them shut, Michael could focus on the road and you would shy away into your mind.

Bug

Why did he do this, you could understand if it was just a boring pack of mortals who wanted to have a fun time but this was different, they posed a genuine danger to you both, but of course, Mike chose to think with anything other than his head. You had warned him. Mom would find out soon, and boy was he in for it,

BUG

Reopening your eyes you looked at your brother, realising he had been screaming at you in your head. You were nearing the end of the beach now and heading up towards a long road heading off into the more deserted parts of Santa Carla.

What

Wha- Bug that's all you got? C'mon dude help me out

HELP? Mike this was your decision remember.

Yeah but I don't remember making it, it felt, I dunno weird. Something about her...

You looked ahead at the bike which held Star, she was laughing with the rest of them, raising her hands in the air and letting go of David as though she was invincible. Her thick dark hair flowed behind her and her smile beamed at you as she glanced behind to meet Michael's eyes.

Remember when I said they weren't human.

Yes

Did it maybe occur to you that a non-human thing would have nonhuman abilities and maybeee just maybe, THEY CAN INFLUENCE YOU?!

He winced as you screamed into his head, looking around in concern as he honed in on the energy surrounding the two of you. It was much less dark now, the intent had changed, but it was still some form of evil. A kind that cannot come from even the worst mortals.

I thought-

Thought what huh? That she would be different, that your precious starlight would be batting her eyes at you because you are just oh so cute with your stupid fucking face Michael?

He swerved around a barrel extra hard, almost knocking you off.

Shut up worm. Your the one with four dirty bikers stalking you.

At least I'm not getting onto my knees for their attention.

You were getting nowhere with this, and the boys were noticing your silence. They had changed formation at some point and Dwayne was now behind you, keeping you tucked in, without a chance to escape.

Shut up I can still like people, it's not like we're human either

Yeah but at least we don't smell like death, we need a plan, did Star say anything about where they live? Last I checked Mr Laus takeaway wasn't in the middle of nowhere.

Do you think they'll kill us?

Maybe, Star and David might tag team you first.

He choked gaining Marko's attention as he pulled up beside you, he was laughing but something akin to concern was lurking in his eyes as he saw Michael's control on the bike falter, they were nearing the treeline which would send them into much worse terrain.

"You good Mikey? Don't want you getting hurt before the fun even begins," he bumped against you both playfully, egging Michael on.

Let me focus on driving, you come up with a plan, got it?

You nodded, got it.

Tightening your grip around his waist you focused harder, the boys were probably leading you to their nest at the other end of the coast. It would be easiest to disappear into the forest where you could distract them with an apparition, your bodies were easy enough to mimic with magic.

Remember when we stole from Mr Sweeny's back in Phoenix?

He thought hard for a moment before grinning, nodding a little.

We can do that and head off to the side, by the time they notice we could be long gone.

Or we could do something worse

The grin on his face would scare the devil himself.

Oh? What do you propose?

Fuck with them but still go with them, they're chasing us to the cliffs so what if we y'know just didn't brake in time. Play with them before following down into their nest, we both want to know more about their intentions.

That was true, if they knew where they 'lived' then we would have the upper hand. Vampires were known to be their most vulnerable during the daytime and with no hellhounds to protect them they would be sitting ducks in the face of a threat.

Hm. Off the cliff? Pushing the image of the both of you tumbling to your doom, knowing it would cause some kind of reaction.

Michael nodded, smirking. Off the cliff.

Fog was beginning to build up around you as you breeched the treeline, you'd hardly noticed passing through the forests as you focused the apparition in your mind. Happy to see that no one was behind you. This would be easy.

The other three had started moving off to the sides as you came up beside David, he was egging Michael on, trying to get a rise out of him as they neared the edge of the cliff. Looking over at them David met your eyes, laughing at the scared look you gave him when you realised where you were being led to. You always were good at being dramatic. Using it to your advantage you shouted at Mike, warning him to slow down.

"Michael the cliff! We're gonna fall," he ignored you and continue, even Star was looking a little concerned. You were almost there, just a little further.

"Michael sto-" you lurched forward with a scream, diving over the edge and downwards to your death, the strong waves of the ocean slamming into the side, reaching up to greet you.

The boys had stopped, their bikes slamming to the ground as they ran to where you had fallen off, Stars pained scream ringing in their ears as they tried to see through the fog.

"F-fuck David!" Paul looked at his leader, eyes darkening as he fought to keep under control, feeling his bones protrude and eyes glow. The others were no better, all in some state of disarray as they sought to see how far down you had gone, even as the fog cleared they couldn't see anything left of you.

David was stunned, his form unmoving as Star climbed off the bike to grab Laddie who was shivering beside Dwayne's bike, her own mind was in a frenzy but her instincts to keep him safe when the boys began to change were kicking in.

"We weren't supposed to kill them! Shit, I can't even see the bike in the water they wouldn't have survived that, not even we'd come out good from that."

Marko's words finally brought David out of his frozen state as he began to figure out what he could do, this wasn't part of the plan, I mean surely Michael would have some sense of self-preservation and would have stopped. He should have stopped. He looked out into the water coat billowing behind him as they stood waiting for him to speak.

"They weren't supposed to die, this wasn't part of the plan - I mean, Max - how are we supposed to tell him they're dead, we can fly down see if there's still some life in them. They can't be dead."

"Who's dead?"

They all froze, eyes still staring towards the sea. Surely they had all gone insane. I mean, they watched you fall, nothing could have tricked their eyes in such a way.

As they turned their eyes widened, unbelieving.

There you were, both unmarred and stood by Michael's cherry-red bike, watching them all with your arms crossed.

"David? Who died?" Repeating your words did nothing as you arched a brow, expecting an answer he couldn't give.

"Y-yo-you"

"Did someone fall?" You began to look around, searching to see if one of the group had vanished, everyone was accounted for.

David didn't know what to say, he had watched you fall, heard your scream. Yet there you both were, waiting for an explanation as to why they were stood staring out into the sea.

After they had composed themselves you had been led down the side of the Bluff, across an old bridge made out of wood and wire that looked on the verge of falling apart. Dwayne had stood behind you reassuringly the entire way down, his hand brushing against your back to keep you moving, fingers shaking slightly as he kept his gaze on you.

It was quiet, something unlike them, but they were still trying to figure out what they had seen earlier. They would talk later about it when you were either gone or asleep in their nest depending on how the night panned out.

Paul reached up to you as they lead you through the mouth of the cave and down a steep hill, offering his hand as he lifted you into a jump, steadying you as you landed beside him. In front of you was a fountain? Confused you let your eyes continue in exploring the large space, nothing like what you expected, surely they couldn't have dragged these furnishings all the way down here.

It looked almost like a hotel, paintings and deep red curtains lining the walls, a wide desk over the other side from where you had entered, behind it was a wall full of small cubby holes. There were a few columns also, beautifully sculpted with flowers wrapped around them, now covered in graffiti and weird art the boys had added over the years.

David took the chance to wrap his arm around your waist, curling his hand around it in a firm grip as he brought you to walk along with him, going on a whole spiel about some old hotel from the beginning of the century had fallen into the caves after a particularly nasty earthquake. I guess that explained the weird decor. He spoke of it as though he had been there like he had watched as it fell apart. You wondered how old he and his brothers were.

He finished his speech as you reached where Michael was standing, looking at Star as she stood wrapped in a shawl beside one of the pillars. She watched him with unspoken emotion, hands clenching and unclenching around the garment she cloaked herself with.

"So check it out," Paul was up on the fountain, rolling a joint and laughing at you both, clearly the least affected by the night's events so far.

David had left you to pull your brother to a round sofa that was worn down with age and much stiffer than it looked, leaving you standing as you watched on, glancing around you as you tried to memorize every nook and cranny of the cavern. It was definitely much grander than you expected, considering how bad the boys smelt and how rugged they looked last night.

Marko, Paul, and Dwayne still had their eyes on you, their focus never wavering even as you tried to shrug it off. You'd think they would glue their eyes to you if they weren't stuck in their heads.

Soon you had all begun to relax, sitting on a couch that Paul had led you over to, across from Laddie and Dwayne who were laughing at Michael's misfortune. Marko had been sent out to buy some food, it must have taken at least an hour to make the trip there and back, but by the time he returned it only felt like minutes. Trying to shake the fog from your mind you watched as he approached, handing out cartons of Chinese food, staring into your eyes for a minute too long as he handed you one full of lo mein and a pair of wooden chopsticks.

The look you sent back was a lot colder and he leaned back with a smirk like he was enjoying your reaction to him.

You watched as David offered Michael rice, which he rejected clearly uncomfortable with being surrounded and watched like a hawk, accepting it after David commented on his lack of common sense.

After all, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?

Paul was scooching closer to you with every passing second, legs bumping into you as you tried to move away, trapped by the armrest. Soon enough he had his arm by your side and was trying to pull you closer, if you weren't so focused on David's mind tricks on your brother you would have put more of an effort into deterring him, but for now, you had to keep the upper hand. Vampires were only friendly for so long.

You twitched as his thumb stroked the space between your jeans and top, pushing it up slowly, you shot him a look in warning but it did little to subdue him. The fog was returning to your mind and you wondered if it was his influence. When you returned your gaze to where your brother was sitting you realised Marko had vanished and David now had his eyes on you, Star was keeping Michael distracted with her scared begging eyes.

The way they were leering at you was making you anxious, feeling like a piece of meat being watched b a pack of starving lions. It ended when Marko returned, carrying with him an extravagant bottle covered in gold and jewels, you wondered if they were real or if this was just some dumb initiation they did with everyone. David uncorked it and took a swig, wincing as it hit the back of his throat, when he opened his eyes he looked at Michael with intent. Offering him the bottle like some prized possession.

Maybe people here have a thing for wine, not the weirdest thing I've seen.

Michael looked at you before taking it from David's hands, you knew his mind was set on it, Star stood behind him reassuring him he had a choice. You don't have to Michael.

You frowned not understanding what was so bad about it.

Its blood

Eyes widening you felt your heart freeze in your chest, you couldn't hear her but you could read her lips just as well.

Chanting started up around you, rising in pitch as the bottle moved closer to his lips.

Michael

Micha-

Frozen and unable to move, you could only watch as he drank the poison they had presented him with, Paul's hand squeezing your waist before releasing you and jumping up as they all erupted in joyous cheering. For a moment you were forgotten as they celebrated, embracing your brother like he was their own, Michael greedily sucking up the attention.

Star and Laddie had already retreated behind some thin curtains that led to a small sleeping area, watching the gathering warily, catching your eye as she sent you a sad look. You didn't think about it for too long, not that you could if you tried, the room felt heavy and warm. Suffocating. While you yourself hadn't consumed anything besides a bite or two of the Chinese food, you still felt wrong, like something was weighing down on you.

Soon enough David strolled by, still in his chair and being pushed by Marko as he smoked lazily. He reached up to run his fingers along your cheek, gliding under your ear and to the back of your neck where he curled around you possessively, pulling you close.

Come join us kitten

Shuddering you pulled back harshly, falling into a firm chest, as you looked up you met Dwayne's eyes. His arm wrapped around your front as he brought you in, locking you in his strong gaze, god those eyes-

Pull yourself together!

You tried pulling away to no avail, he wasn't releasing you anytime soon, content to have you snug in his arms. Michael was over on the other side of the fountain, head in Star's lap, when she had left her corner of the world you didn't know.

Oh Michael what have you done

The last thing you remembered was Paul coming towards you with a silver chalice full of a warm red liquid, holding your chin steady as he poured it into your mouth.

Please can someone turn off the light

Whatever was shining in your face was blinding and making your headache even worse than it was. Hearing a groan beside you, you began to draw open your eyes, wincing when sunlight flashed across your vision. Turning towards the sound you realised it was Michael and he too was suffering from last night's activities.

Oh please no not now

"Oh yes, now my dear idiots!" Sam kicked the door open, grinning broadly as he reached for the phone beside Michael's bed, it was now you realised you hadn't even made it to your own room.

What was in that drink

"What drink?"

Sam, I am begging you. Shut. Up.

"Whatever, moms calling" he lifted the receiver singing a sweet hi mommy down the phone before handing it to Michael, "did you guys do drugs."

You opened one eye to glare at him, swearing that as soon as your head cleared you would make him regret the day he was born, "no- ask your brother he's the one who roped me into his mess. Ow! Hey!"

Mike took the chance to hit you with the phone once Lucy hung up, asking Sam for his sunglasses as he tried to escape the sun shining through his blinds, "I'm your brother to bug."

"Not for long with current your track record."

Sam left you, joking about whether or not you were freebasing, still none the wiser to what had happened. Sighing you tucked yourself under Michael's arm, trying to fall back asleep in hopes you would wake feeling refreshed.

"Bug?"

"Mmh"

"I feel wrong, do you feel it too?"

You nodded, trying hard to think about what that awful drink was, the one Star tried warning Michael about. What was it she sa-

Oh shit

"What-"

Shit shit shit

Memories flashed through your mind, boyish laughter, a silver chalice, you couldn't move as something was poured down your throat. You remembered the burning sensation it left behind, it wasn't the same as what they fed Michael, it was fresh and must have come from one of them. Or all of them.

Pushing the thoughts into Mike's mind you let him reach his own conclusion, praying he had a few brain cells left to figure it out himself. Something clicked inside that hollow shell he called a head as his eyes snapped open, sitting up too fast, realising his mistake as he held onto his head.

Someone was holding you, spinning you and bringing them close.

Wincing as the memories pushed through your haze, rubbing your eyes furiously.

Moving but your feet staying still, draped across someone's knees as another pushed you round a fountain.

Why were you-

You were on someone's lap, falling into slumber as they nuzzled your shoulder, breathing you in, pressing soft kisses above your artery.

The fuck-

Dark golden eyes watching you fade away.

You were well and truly screwed.

#david tlb #the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys fic #marko the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #lost boys x oc #dwayne tlb #the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #marko tlb

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Three’s a Party

Summary: There aren’t supposed to be secrets in relationships. Unfortunately, Felix currently has three. One is let out with no problem. The second creates complications no one could have foreseen. The third, unknown to him, he isn’t the only one that holds the same secret.

Word count: 9.3k

Genre: fluff, smut, angst

Content: non-idol au, established reader and felix, gender-neutral afab reader, felix is nervous, chan is a bit of a dummy, felix wears skirts, threesome, switch! reader, switch! felix, dom! chan, mutual pining, slight lack of communication, threesome arrangement with kink and safeword discussions included, daddy kink, piv, protected sex, unprotected sex, MxM intimacy, (slight) size kink, (slight) strength kink, hand kink, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, accidental confessions, polyamory negotiations

Taglist: @solistired @hyunsluvv

a/n: I only technically lied about the release date. Yes, I said Saturday but I also said the 18th which is today for me still, so it’s fine! I hope I made the wait worth it for anyone interested and for everyone else, voila

Relationships aren't meant to have secrets. Felix technically has several but he keeps them under wraps. The most damning one... one that he would never reveal except under the direst of circumstances. The other ones are far less destructive but are arguably more embarrassing.

You live in blissful ignorance of all of these, at least for now. Until Felix decides he should tell you something, considering how often he thinks about them. So one day you walk into your shared bedroom with Felix he's wearing a short, blue skirt. Your face is neither positive nor negative and Felix spins, skirt flaring, staring downwards still.

"And what's the occasion here, darling?" You question.

Felix makes a confused noise in his throat and looks up to you just a little more.

"Why have I received such a beautiful gift today? You look amazing, Fe."

Felix leans forward to kiss your nose and giggles when your hands roam under the skirt and squeeze his cheeks.

"I've wanted to wear a skirt in the bedroom for a while, but wasn't really sure how you'd react."

"Awwww baby, never be worried about anything like this. I might be confused but I love you so I'll never react badly."

Your comforting words are genuine and Felix wonders how far they truly reach. Would you say the same if he wanted to have a threesome with one of his closest friends? Or said he had a crush on, was practically halfway in love with, said friend? It's not what tonight is about and the thoughts fade when your lips connect.

You're so, so gentle with him and Felix sinks into you. Felix's wandering hands spur your own and suddenly it's like you're horny teenagers again that can't get enough of each other. Your hand slips back under the skirt and the easy access is fun, especially if he plans to wear nothing under it like he is now. Easy access to start jerking him off, and you happily do so, keeping your mouth pressed against his.

Even with the anxiety Felix must have been imagining a number of situations with how hard he is in your hand. A sigh leaves his mouth as he rests his head on your shoulder. With one bite in your neck and only one sentence all of the power in the situation flows back to him.

"I want you to sit on my face and then ride me, doll."

Any stress you may have had is gone after that.

Similar situations happen several more times over the next few months. Felix either has a skirt on and is obviously wearing nothing under it. Or he changes into a skirt with nothing under it when it’s clear you’re going farther tonight. Each time you’re caught a little off guard by how truly pretty he is. Lee Felix is sunshine, rainbows, and starlight of course but it’s like the skirt gives him a little extra confidence to shine brighter for you.

So one hurdle down, only two more to go, great. Felix has never been so glad to have incognito mode with the number of phrases he googles related to 'how to bring up wanting a threesome with your significant other.'

It's honestly not that useful, as the so-called advice was generic things he could've gotten from anyone. 'Trust them and they'll trust you' or 'do it with someone you both trust' like thanks he knows all of this already.

Your next take-out dinner and movie night brings some strange behaviour from Felix. He's quiet where normally he'd be commenting on these extraordinarily stupid characters. When one of them completely ignores the obvious thing and Felix doesn't react in the slightest you know he's not paying attention at all.

He certainly pays attention when you stop the movie and straddle his lap. Your hands cup his face and your forehead rests on his while your eyes meet.

"What's on your mind, Pixie? Don't try to avoid it either, I know."

Your gentle compassion almost makes Felix want to spill everything. It all bubbles up to the tip of his tongue but then he thinks of the possible disgust or heartbreak and pushes most of it back down.

"You know how you said I don't have to be uncomfortable bringing up anything about... bedroom life?"

You giggle at the euphemism and how adorably shy Felix gets about it when not in the act. Regardless, a hum of assent vibrates your throat.

"I've been thinking about having a threesome." He blurts then squeezes his eyes shut, not allowing your reaction to reach his eyes.

The small boop your finger leaves on his nose leads him to open his eyes. Nothing about your expression is negative and you look at him as fondly as ever.

"Do you-"

"Chan."

A bright, fond laugh bubbles over your lips.

"Sorry love, you just answered so quickly. Sure, we both trust him. We can talk to him about it and... arrange a day."

Arrange sounds more formal than you intend but that's what it is. With the weight off of his mind, Felix is able to make fun of the new characters not seeing the plot right in front of them.

Chan knows this is a bad idea, he even cares that it's a bad idea, and yet he agrees. Backing out at any time is always an option, neither of you will be mad. It doesn't matter because he won't. Even if it hurts he will take the one chance he may ever get to screw around with both of his crushes.

There was no pretense of a normal hangout. You texted Chan that you wanted to talk about something. When you all sit down Felix ends up doing the talking about it since it was his idea in the first place. You both want to have a threesome with him.

It takes all of Chan's willpower not to coo at the blush that spreads across Felix’s face and ears. Also, a significant amount of brainpower to agree with the right amount of excitement. Not too little that you think he's unsure or doesn't want it wholeheartedly. But not too much that you are suspicious about any underlying feelings or motives he could have.

Really, you're just thinking about your boyfriend and how cute he is. Not anything against Chan but you love Felix with every cell in your body and it pours out of you often. He can see it from a mile away and doesn’t mind because he’d love to be doing the same thing. Looking at Felix with all the fondness in the world that lets each side know that everything’s going to be ok. But alas, a threesome will have to do for now. Or forever, honestly.

Then the fun part of it comes: interests. What does Chan have that he likes to do, and would like to do with you. Vice versa, what are you comfortable with and want to do with a sudden, if trusted, third-person present.

"I'm wearing a skirt," Felix says.

You smile at how easily he's able to say it, a stark contrast to before. You know that it will give the same confidence on the day of all of this as well. Surprise flits over Chan’s face but he just nods and doesn’t say anything more.

"I want to dominate both of you." Chan brings it up first, any type of power play and dynamics.

You and Felix look at each other then back at him and both nod excitedly. Chan already has strong leadership qualities, especially around all of the boys so really this makes sense. It will be very attractive for him to be giving you full orders and expecting them to be followed. Even thinking about it makes your brain work overtime and you have to physically shake yourself out of it.

"Felix and I… we'll just see how it works out. But we’ll both listen to you, for sure. Sound good?"

You have to check with Chan if he's going to be in charge of both of you. A quick look between both of you and then he nods.

A moment goes by and you look at Felix with a smirk on your face. He frantically shakes his head before you turn back to a visibly confused Chan.

"Felix over here has a strength kink. Wants someone to manhandle him a bit." You drawl and Felix doesn't even mock tackle you.

"Yeah, well you have a size kink! Wanting someone to look down at you and hands fitting around your limbs."

Felix sticks his tongue out at you as you feel your cheeks heat up to the temperature of the sun. Perhaps Chan fits you better than first anticipated. Strength and size in one, not to mention some other interests he slots right into.

"Any kinks you both have and aren't about to expose to me?"

You and Felix easily speak in unison.

"Praise and hands."

The moment you say that Chan reaches his hands out and lays them vertically so you can see the incredibly veiny backs. Imagining those fingers in any of your wet holes has you readjusting your legs and you can hear Felix do the same next to you.

Felix clears his throat in an obvious attempt to quickly move along from that.

"Anything you have in mind, Channie?"

The nickname is affectionate and if you didn't know better you'd think the tips of Chan's ears are flushed under his curls.

"Praise for me is good, no matter who’s giving or receiving it. I like nicknames or pet names, titles as well."

When it becomes clear Chan isn't elaborating you both lean forward in a clear gesture for him to continue.

"Ok. Baby, bunny, angel, beautiful. For myself? I dunno, choose some. Particular titles especially."

You all have flushed cheeks as this is becoming a reality, hearing Chan say these things out loud. Hopefully, you'll both be saying some of them as well. One title sticks in your mind and you’ll just have to test whether he’s into that or not.

"Safewords." You state and both men nod. "We use the colour system generally. Green, yellow, red.”

"Sure," Chan easily agrees. It only slightly surprises you that he knows, and has probably used that exact safeword system before.

You lean forward to rest your cheek on your palm.

"I mean... I think that's everything? We can have a phone call or hangout if there's anything else."

Okay but... when? When are we gonna do this?" Felix points out.

It had gotten lost in actually arranging but the goal of this was actually enacting it all so that fact was a bit important.

"Like 2 weeks from now?" Chan says.

You consider it, a fair amount of time to go but not too far either. Enough time to mentally prepare but not to freak out fully and leave the country. You look at Chan then Felix who voices his agreement.

"Alright then, Saturday in 2 weeks. Come over for dinner, Chan. We can ease into it that way."

You stand and Felix follows. Heading to the door you both give Chan a hug, Felix longer and tighter than yours as usual.

You step out and turn around to face Chan again.

"See you later, daddy." You wink.

Felix purposefully makes his voice lower and repeats the playful words. It's obvious he tries to hide it but Chan shivers at Felix's voice. You only knew to look because he has the same effect on you.

The two weeks pass entirely as normal. A couple hangouts with various groups of the guys and knowledge of the future threesome doesn't invade your mind. The day before you thought Felix would be visibly stressed already but he seems entirely fine.

He seems fine to you, but Felix is good at hiding his emotions if need be. And he is freaking the fuck out. There came some point where it really settled in that this was a plan, it was happening, and it was going to be tomorrow. From that point on it had hardly left his head. Hiding his feelings while fucking around with the man? Is that even possible for a Lee Felix? It doesn’t really matter because it’s already happening, so really something is going to happen and he is determined not to ruin it.

To calm himself down there’s a number of things he can do, yet he chooses the one that wouldn’t make sense to most people. Calling his best friend, the slight hyperactive squirrel man, Han Jisung. Jisung is adept at the two things that can bring Felix out of almost any type of nervous state, whether with genuine comfort, or with chaotic distraction.

Yet when he calls, Jisung seems to know something is different.

“Soooooo, what is up my dude? How have you been?” Jisung sings.

“Ah, just a bit nervous for no reason and I know you’re not doing anything.”

Jisung is silent for a couple moments longer than the normal, puzzling.

“You sure it’s nothing? You’ve been…. extra. The past week, especially.”

Felix goes over the last times they’ve hung out together, especially as a group of 9. There’s nothing out of the ordinary that he thinks Jisung may count as ‘extra’, whatever that even means.

“Extra what, Ji? What are you even talking about?” Felix laughs, assuming Jisung will too and they can just move on.

“You’ve been staring at Chan like way more than usual, dude. I thought it was ridiculous before, but now… he’s either denser than a brick or ignores it.”

Felix’s mouth drops open and he’s silent for nearly half a minute. Other people have noticed how often he stares at Chan? Jisung noticed how much he stares at Chan? This is an entire disaster. And if Chan ignores his stares, then what does that mean. Actually, no, if he goes too far down that route then he’s going to chicken out of all of your plans and he wouldn’t dare ruin it.

“Are you the only one who noticed?” Felix asks hesitantly, mouthing please in hopes that if someone else has noticed as well, that it’ll just go away.

“No… Jeongin and Seungmin are wayyyyy too observant for that, the little demons. Minho, too. I haven’t heard from the others but if I’ve noticed then…” Jisung trails off. He’s not the least observant in the group. That title goes to Felix and Chan themselves. But he and everyone else would put him low on the list, so if he knows then almost everyone else probably does too. Well, shit.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise with your whole heart not to tell anyone else.”

Felix’s heart is pounding and it thrums loudly in his ears. Is he really about to tell someone else about this? Jisung, no less.

“I’m concerned but yeah, of course. Unless it’s a crime.”

Felix forces out a laugh, and he knows Jisung can tell but neither of them comment on it.

“So… maybe I have a bit of crush on Chan. It’s fine, it’ll go away eventually and I can just move on, but for now. I have crush feelings.”

Jisung is silent and Felix has to check if he hung up at some point.

“So you stare at your ‘just crush’ like he put the moon up himself? Not believing that or a second. But I understand now, so whatever. You gonna tell them or…?”

Felix lets out a real laugh this time, then scoffs like Jisung’s proposed robbing a bank tomorrow.

“And have them break up with me? No thanks, I’ll just live with it.”

This time its Jisung scoffing so hard his throat will be sore.

“You’re an idiot. If they love you, and we both know they do, then it’ll be fine. Be honest about your feelings, it’ll only make you stronger.”

Felix considers it, turning the idea over in his mind. Inevitably, his mind turns to your possible reactions. His dreams come first, the ones where you somehow like Chan as well and Chan likes you both. Or the ones where you’re ok with it. Or any of the ones where Chan even likes him back. But of course, the more likely reality. Where you’re uncomfortable or disgusted. Or want to… nope.

“I’ll think about it. Thanks Ji.”

“Sure man, anytime. Popcorns going so I’m gonna dip. Good luck.”

Felix is left in the silence of the bedroom to ponder. They both know he won’t do it but the wonderful fantasies make it seem possible. Some wonderful fantasies can come true, somehow.

The stress explodes in the morning. Felix is out of bed when you wake up and when you exit the apartment is practically sparkling. From top to bottom, you’d believe this house had never been lived in if your pictures and souvenirs weren’t everywhere. There's also a wonderful cookie smell coming from the kitchen, and it draws you in. Whenever Felix bakes it floods through your apartment and makes it seem like a home. Cheesy, yes, but it’s really what he does to you.

Felix's back is to you when you come in the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his stomach. He lets out a small squeak of surprise before giggling, face lighting up at you being awake finally.

"You do know Chan's been here before right? You didn't have to do this."

Felix sighs and turns to face you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"I know I didn't have to. I'm just nervous and all this kept my mind off of it for a bit."

You coo at your adorable boyfriend and peck his pink, pouting lips.

"No matter what happens he's just Chan. You're still you, I'm still me. It'll be ok, Fe."

The sigh Felix lets out has a different meaning to you both. You assume it's clearing his mind and re-centreing himself. Really it’s thoughts of how, at the end of the day Chan is never just Chan for him, but this is reality and not his ideal world. He doesn’t get to have two attractive partners to come home to every day. The timer goes off behind him and the reminder makes the smell of cookies flood your nose and mind again.

"Join me on the couch when you're done, baby. I'm gonna work on some stuff for a bit."

The reminder of cookies existing every timer goes off is delightful, and really the only reason timers should exist ever. Most of the way through the batter, Felix dances into the living room and feeds you one, delightful as always. He’s beautiful like this. The lingering stress showing on his face from the morning is entirely gone. The blinds are finally open for a reason and sunlight reflects off your sunshine.

The day passes easily once it begins and Felix is done practically vibrating out of his skin. In the early afternoon, he even falls asleep with his head in your lap for a while. Looking at him is like looking at a sleeping kitten, curled up and peaceful.

It gets later, a bit darker and you pull up the recipe on your laptop. The kitchen barely fits 2 people but you and Felix work well enough together that there are few problems. It’s nice to just… coexist with someone else so peacefully and naturally. The door rings and you and Felix glance at each other, for just a bit too long before he patters away.

They both pop their heads around the corner and Chan joins you both, squishing the kitchen space even more. He gives you both soft kisses on your foreheads, smiling and greeting you quietly. As soon as he does you and Felix look at each other and nod, kissing his cheeks at the same time. His cheeks flare bright red and his eyes widen but he quickly recovers. Expression settling and laughing, even if his ears and cheeks don’t stop burning for quite a while. Then you notice the box, probably a dessert that you won't be getting to tonight. Or… you will get to dessert technically, it just won’t be any of the typical sugar.

It proceeds normally, you may even forget what your plans are for a minute. But as plates start getting emptier Felix is the first to tense up. Chan follows soon after but you manage to stay the calmest, at least on the outside.

Chan puts his hand on your knee first and you stand. Suddenly, Felix's grasp comes from your other side and tugs you towards him. He looks so… innocent that you just can't help but tangle your fingers together. At the same time, he tilts his head up towards you, waiting for a kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and press your lips against his.

You both turn to Chan after and he's sitting up, completely straight and still. You round the table and he puts his hand on your hip. It doesn't escape your notice about how much of you it covers and you resist looking down to see it.

"Can we kiss you?" You ask, breath fanning across his lips.

He should say no. Say no, say no, saynosaynosay-

"Yes." He says with false ease.

You lean in and he lets you lead it, simply resting his hands on you. Felix comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching.

Chan briefly bites your bottom lip but you pull away before too much happens in the kitchen. Before you can move Felix switches places with you and throws his weight against Chan. It's like he was prepared and his hands go around Felix's back. You take a good long look at them before playing with Felix's hair and taking your own turn to watch them.

"We should go to your bedroom." Chan pants out, eyes blown wide when he opens them.

"You heard him, baby boy. Follow him."

You giggle when Felix whines at the pet name.

"You're our baby boy tonight, aren't you?" You tease.

Chan feels something flare inside of him when you use such possessive words, especially "our" anything. In any other situation, he knows it would be "your" and it kills him. He wants so much more, but he cannot either of you entirely in the way he wants so much. It's not a controlling type, simply a statement. Felix is yours as you are his, and neither of you are Chan's.

The moment you reach the room the door is closed and you are pinned onto it. You watch Felix disappear to change but Chan makes sure your attention is back to him quickly. He kisses you again, but harder this time.

Felix feels like this is a dream. Maybe he's finally achieved lucid dreaming. Because he's standing in the bathroom changing his skirt and about to have a threesome with his significant other and best friend/crush. That can't be real. So he's ready to wake up and tell you about the totally wild dream he had. But not the feelings, because those are still very real.

He never wakes up. Instead, he pulls the skirt on and walks out to see you pinned against the door and Chan nipping at your neck.

When Felix appears your attention is immediately split between them. It goes back to Chan pretty quickly when he starts whispering in your ear.

"I certainly know what I want to do. First, I'll watch the 2 pretty kittens in front of me for a while. A pretty picture being painted right in front of me. I'll keep the rest to myself for now. Go kiss your pretty boyfriend and give me a show, alright sweetheart?"

He backs away slowly and you go to Felix, whispering in his ear as well.

"He's going to watch and wants a good show from us first. So let's give him one, huh?"

Felix throws his arms over your shoulders and nods. Before you can tug him in he looks at Chan who nods as well before pulling out your desk chair.

Your kiss with Felix is already heated and messy, the extra thoughts of an audience and pleasing that audience in mind. It moves faster than you normally would when in the bedroom. Though the tension of the whole day, and especially of the dinner may be enough to make up for that.

Your hands roam furiously around each other and each time your lips break apart you each let out a gasp before diving back in. Felix starts walking you towards the bed with slow steps and flips it around so you fall onto his lap. Before he can do anything you fall to the ground on your knees.

When you flip up his skirt and see nothing underneath you can hear Chan groan from his spot. Immediately you sink your mouth down, gagging just slightly as he hits the back of your mouth. Taking a second to breathe, you look up at Felix who already has his eyes closed. When you stop his eyes flutter back open and his hands go to your hair, resting there with no intention of pulling. You bob your head slowly, not taking him all the way in every time. A couple times you try to glance at Chan in the corner but he’s moved farther than what you can see. So, your attention is focused on Felix who’s very entertaining and responsive on his own.

It starts as low moans that tell you he’s feeling good but you’re already looking for the high whines that you know he gives out. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue in that way you know he likes, and the low groans turn into higher moans. They’re quieter than normal and you can tell he’s holding back, which is understandable, but you want him to let go.

Your head gradually bobs faster and faster, with Felix’s moans getting higher and more frequent. With one particularly deep dip, he hits your throat and a loud whine breaks free. You do it again and again, letting Felix lose control. His hands twist in your hair, still not enough to cause any pain to you, but his hips stay still to let you set the pace. You know Felix is close and you both want it and are both ready to receive it, even so early in the night.

“No, no, little one. He’s not cumming yet.” Chan suddenly speaks, tone firm.

Felix whines and you make a disappointed noise and slow down, not giving him enough of anything anymore.

Felix pushes you off of him with a shuddering breath and a poorly concealed whine. After a moment of confusion, you switch places with him. He’s on his knees and starts peeling off your pants, with the noises of Chan shifting in the background. With every inch of skin that is revealed under your pants, he makes sure to kiss it, all the way down to your ankles. He pulls down your underwear after, with less reverence and more impatience this time.

Before he can dive in, as he so clearly wishes to, Chan clears his throat across the room.

“Felix.” Said man perks up and turns towards Chan, eager to please. “Turn them towards me and let me have a look, won’t you baby?”

You obediently don’t move and let Felix turn your body, spreading your legs as well. Even without looking down, you know that you’re soaked already. Chan’s groan confirms it and you shift impatiently. Felix waits though, until Chan nods, before turning you back and getting his mouth on you.

All things considered, he’s gentle but the build-up and tension makes each bit of pleasure like a shot of electricity through your body. He licks eagerly, tasting you and making you twitch. Your hands go his hair less nicely than his did before. You tug at the strands, which only makes him moan into you which makes your hips buck into his mouth. Each small sound from Chan makes you want to see and feel him but you wait, indulging in Felix as is.

Felix knows exactly how you want it and with every minute that passes your whines get louder and with each flick of his tongue your brain gets fuzzier. Chan is taking a relatively hands-off approach for now but even with his seemingly infinite patience, he must want more. It’s hard to focus on that when Felix is eagerly slurping at your wetness and making you want to ride his face. You test the waters by rolling your hips once, twice, three times. When neither man stops you, you roll them incessantly.

With no prior experience, Chan somehow seems to know exactly when to stop you from getting too close.

“Felix, stop.”

Felix eagerly obeys, and you whine loudly in disappointment. One look from Chan cuts you off and you resolve to not protest again when he finally walks over. He stands above both of you but looks down with fondness and not scorn.

“How should we do this, pretty pets?”

You don’t even look at Felix before boldly speaking to him, knowing it was mostly a rhetorical question.

“Fuck me! Please?” Your sudden boldness is tempered by the way that Chan looks at you and you dip your head down.

Felix visibly brightens once his fuzzy brain puzzles out that he’ll probably get to be back in your mouth. He’s the first one onto the bed and you follow, Chan coming up behind you. Your kiss with Felix is interrupted by Chan tugging your shirt over your head and shoulders. He pulls it off and you turn around to pull his own clothes off, bringing Felix over as well.

Chan laughs when you both eagerly tug at his own clothes, trying to pull everything off at once.

“Slow down little ones. You’ll get it all soon.”

You and Felix stop and stare when his shirt comes off and you are suddenly very aware of him. It isn’t that Chan hides how muscular he is, just that you didn’t pay too much attention to it before. Now, you’re certainly paying a lot of attention. It’s broken when Chan goes to Felix’s shirt and you’re as excited as usual to reveal what’s underneath.

Just the sight of them alone nearly has you drooling and your hands run over their bodies at the same time, hardly believing they’re both in front of you. There’s hardly a chance to admire them as they both want to see you as well and pull your shirt up, one hand on either side.

Chan’s hands get on you and dip lower, lower and all the way down to between your thighs. You shiver and watch his face, waiting for his next move. Felix’s hands go up, to your nipples. His warm hands on you makes you shiver but still, you watch Chan who just is not moving. It makes you want to whine and beg but you know, almost for sure, that he’d disapprove. So you wait. The light touches on your nipples makes you whimper and moan occasionally and Chan watches you.

With a slowness that makes you want to scream, he pushes one finger inside. Even the barest feeling of being full makes you shudder and sigh in relief. After a few thrusts of his fingers where he meets no resistance, he pushes a second one in. You make a high noise in your throat and lean back against Felix’s chest, who takes the easy opportunity to kiss along your neck and shoulder.

The sensitivity of being so close from Felix’s mouth is still there and it has you moaning louder than you normally would. One of your hands reaches out and grabs Chan’s hand that is laying on his thigh. He doesn’t stop you so you bring it to your mouth and suck on two of his fingers. Felix lifts his head and groans at the sight, Chan’s pretty hands in your beautiful mouth.

Both men seem to thoroughly enjoy just playing with and teasing you, and it feels so good that you honestly don’t want them to stop. But you’re also craving so much more. With reluctance, you pull Chan’s fingers out of your mouth and whine at him.

“Daddy, please!”

He raises an eyebrow at your insistent tone and pushes another finger into you. It makes your head fall back onto Felix’s shoulder but also increases the need of being filled by Chan right now.

“No~ need you to fill me up, please.”

He slams his fingers into you, hard and deep and it makes you gasp.

“Do these fingers not fill you enough? They just aren’t good enough for you.”

Felix behind you huffs then laughs, clearly caught between finding Chan’s teasing amusing or exasperating on your behalf.

“Don’t make me say it! You know what I want.”

Felix finally starts sucking marks on your shoulder and it makes you sigh happily, a good distraction for just a moment before Chan speaks again.

“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg.”

Chan’s tone makes even Felix gasp, his mouth disconnecting from you and a sudden, hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. You shiver from the many sensations on your body and the sudden addition of his clear order.

“Want… want your dick, please. Daddy, fuck me!”

After you’re done speaking Chan puts his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck on them contentedly. If you’re going to get what you want you have to leave what you have and Chan pulls all of his fingers out of you at once. You know better than to whine so you hold it back, but your eyes screw shut in displeasure.

“All fours, doll. Come on now.” Chan coaxes, and Felix also sighs when he has to disconnect from you. Chan takes that time to get a condom, and when he turns he just admires you and Felix on the bed. A perfect picture, but one that he’s also involved in tonight.

You get on your hands and knees then just wait for them to touch you again. Felix knows he’s still a bit sensitive and waits for Chan to start. Chan with infinite patience that is now absolutely killing you. His hands are feeling you up, down your ass and thighs and back up again. When he notices how obviously impatient you both are he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in.

It makes you sigh. The opening of your mouth prompts you to look up at Felix who smiles down at you. You push your neck out, wanting him in your mouth and he pets your head. His fingers lift your chin and make you look up at him again.

“Be good for us, baby. Make us feel good.”

You eagerly nod and he finally moves closer. Once the tip of his dick is in your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around it. The moment he thrusts in you open your mouth wider and let him use it. It doesn’t take Chan and Felix long, as close and in sync as they are, to set a rhythm where when one of them pushes in the other pulls out. Chan’s thrusts push you towards Felix so much that his cock is nearly always in your mouth fully.

At some point, you can feel the drool starting to drip down your chin and Felix coos while he wipes it away.

“So messy, baby! Drooling all down my cock.”

All you can do is hum in agreement and hope he hears it. Being absolutely ruined with him in your mouth is always a fun experience and having Chan behind you improves it quite a lot. Speaking of Chan. His hand has come around and two of his fingers are feverishly rubbing your clit. It makes the long-awaited pressure build-up and he groans when you clench around him.

“Such pretty pets in front of me. Wet holes dripping down our dicks and making everybody messy. You just can’t hold it in, can you little one? That’s ok, we know you’re enjoying it.”

Chan’s voice is raspy when he speaks and it bolsters your confidence to know how good he’s feeling, too. It’s not as if you can say or do much about it. Especially not when you can feel an orgasm building and he thrusts so hard to make you dizzy.

Felix broke back into high whines a minute or two ago. When he speaks, it’s strained and he can barely get more than a few words out at a time if he can think them at all.

“Gonna cum. I want you to- to swallow it. Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so good, honey.”

You open your eyes, when did they even close, to look up at Felix. Attempting to get across how good he feels and how badly you want it. His chest rises and falls with quick, harsh breaths. Chan is so good behind you, rubbing your clit in small circles and long length filling you up better than you dared to hope. Your own peak is building but can barely focus on that for now, no matter how badly you want to.

Felix hits your throat once then twice more and with a small cry and jerk of his hips he cums. His whole body quivers and trembles as his seed shoots down your throat. You cough on it for a moment but swallow it down. The convulsion of your mouth projects a high-pitched whine from his own.

The moment Felix leans back, and your mouth is still left open, Chan drives into you roughly. A noise of surprise that you barely recognize comes from you before you start moaning, feeling your own high so presently. With Felix no longer in front of you, Chan holds your hips and pulls you back, slapping against your skin even louder every time he thrusts in. The continued stimulation on your clit is almost overwhelming in its intensity.

Felix can see the grunts and groans leaving Chan’s mouth but can’t hear them due to your own keening moans. To everyone’s surprise, Chan cums before you do but doesn’t dare stop or slow down his pace, even when it overstimulates him. The movements of his hips are less fluid but it doesn’t make you feel any less pleasure. With each thrust, he had learned to hit nearly any spot you needed him to.

He’s left panting but is rewarded when you let out a gasp and something that sounded like ‘gonna cum’. Your whole body shivers when it washes over you and even still Chan thrusts which makes shake that much more intense. Eventually, he stops when it becomes far less pleasurable for himself, he has a limit, but still rubs circles on your clit. A distraction shows in the way of Felix who climbs onto his lap. The relief and pleasure are still coursing through you and you flop to your side, curling your legs up and inwards. You watch them kiss through blurry eyes and how Felix submits to him so readily.

“Lixie~ one more? Inside?” You pout.

Chan coos and runs a thumb over your puffed-out bottom lip. It’s always a bit of extra fun when you let Felix cum inside. It’s a bit messy which neither of you really wants to deal with afterwards. Tonight’s special so why not add an extra little bit of a reward for him?

Felix turns to you and gasps. When you don’t laugh it off, he moves in front of you.

“Can you ride me? If you’re not too tired, I mean, of course.”

The way he nearly spits out the words, like they just can’t come out fast enough is adorable. You prop yourself up on your hands and look at Chan over his shoulder, with wide eyes just barely seen by him.

“Go ahead, pets. I’ll join the show again in a bit.”

You giggle and nearly tackle Felix down by his shoulders. His hands go to your hips out of instinct but you sit on one of his thighs first. Sitting on his thigh, you nearly want to grind and ride on it, looking at Chan’s thighs makes you fully pout again. Those are some good thick ones that you’d love to sit on. Felix chuckles when sees what you’re staring at but tugs you forward by the hips to try and get you moving.

You make a noise of recognition and easily sit down fully on his dick. The familiar fullness makes you let out a small mewl.

“Does he feel good, kitty?”

“Mmh, yes. Really good, daddy.” Your voice is breathy, different from the fully voiced moans from when Chan was railing you before.

“Ride him then, doll.”

The order that you were actually waiting for comes and you bounce, slowly. Chan is intending to let you go at your own pace but when a fair amount of time passes, with a fair few whiny moans from Felix, he tsks.

“You can do better than that. Faster, harder. Make him feel good.”

You place both palms flat on Felix's chest and spread your fingers wide. Your thighs flex as you ride him and the slide makes you gasp. After you’ve set a steady pace for yourself you take your hand to your clit, starting a bit slowly but going quicker as the stimulation doesn’t quite satisfy you as you need it to. Felix watches you, enraptured. You try to look back whenever your eyes are open but it’s overwhelming and they swiftly screw shut again.

Felix is back to his low groans that you can nearly feel and it’s nearly unbearably unattractive. Chan thinks the same if the small noises he, unintentionally, lets out are any indication. He tries to mumble praises to you but more often it’s Chan who takes the lead.

“Such pretty little babies, putting on a good show. Only for daddy to see.” “You both look so cute and small. I’d be able to ruin you both so easily.”

His words and encouragement make you clench and Felix jerks his hips up into you more than once as well. It’s good and you want to keep going but soon your thighs are a bit sore and tired and you begin to slow down again, whining in disappointment.

“Looks like kitty can’t quite keep up anymore. Why don’t you do it instead, Lix?”

The familiar nickname used in such a different context makes Felix suck in a sharp breath and his eyes widen. He’d really like to get used to that but as it is he holds your hips and starts pumping. Felix just manages to hit different spots inside of you when he does it himself and he has you moaning loudly within a minute.

When you look back over at Chan he’s jerking himself off in time with Felix’s movements. He’s not sitting close enough for either of you to reach but his eyes flick all over both of you, taking it all in. Looking down at Felix, his eyes are completely closed but his mouth is open to let you hear his low moans. They get a bit louder and you can tell he’s getting close so you turn on the begging.

“Lixie, baby. Cum inside me, please. Want you to make it all messy and I wanna see it drip out.”

Felix grunts and starts cursing under his breath. In less than two minutes he spills inside you and the warm spurts of cum fill you up more. Your breath is heavy as you get closer again yourself. Chan finally joins you again, fingers replacing yours. Felix still jerks his hips into you as much as he can, but he’s too sensitive for too much of it. Still, Chan’s hand just works and you roll your hips into his hand to feel more. He barely has to do anything honestly. Still jerking himself off with the other hand you can tell he’s holding back by how tight his voice is.

“Use Lix and my hand to get yourself off, kitten. I’ll do it with you, too.”

Your mouth falls open and a long, loud moan comes out. Your second orgasm feels like an overflow of the senses, so much so that you barely even notice Chan spilling over yours and Felix’s legs. You come down with a shiver and your legs and fingers are left with the most shakiness.

“Up, sweetheart. We wanna see it drip.”

Felix’s voice is low and rough but not stern. You nod and slip off of him, laying down and letting them both see. It’s nothing you can see yourself but from both of their low noises, it’s very appreciated.

You’re all left panting, sweaty, and shaky. You stay on your back and throw your legs on top of Felix’s. Chan stands and shuffles off to find towels for you all first. It makes you recognize that you need water and you grumble and sigh before standing. Felix hears you and jumps up to get you on his back. Just as you get onto Felix’s back, Chan returns.

“Why don’t we dry ourselves off first, okay cuties?”

You both sit back on the bed and look up at Chan with wide eyes. He continues to take care of you both as best he can and it makes you even sleepier, eyes drooping occasionally. Felix keeps you awake with small jabs and pokes. Everything you all need is done and Chan has agreed to stay for the night. All the buses have stopped, Ubers seem sketchy, and any other arguments he may have are shot down. As well as the argument for him just sleeping on the couch. Felix wiggles himself in the middle and shoots a firm ‘cuddle me’ at Chan before snuggling happily down and going to sleep.

You and Chan share small glances of bewilderment before settling in as well. It’s hesitant but you can feel how Chan eventually moves in, centimetres at a time, to do something that could be considered as cuddling Felix, if you really want to stretch it. The bed is full but instead of feeling crowded you feel comforted, knowing two of your favourite people are the ones there with you.

Chan wakes first but doesn't move in a way that would indicate he's in anything but deep sleep. Once he's sure neither of you are awake he sits up and gazes at both peaceful, sleeping faces in front of him. You're both beautiful in the throes of passion but there is something about the peaceful light of day that pangs his heart differently.

Surreptitiously, under the blankets you and Felix hold hands but lay with eyes closed as you feel Chan looking, observing. He takes a heavy breath in that makes you want to sit up and ask, comfort him, but something about the stillness in the air stops you.

"Fuck," he curses lowly, but in a different way than the last night. "You're both so beautiful, I wish every morning could be like this."

You stay quiet, even if thoughts race through your mind, but sensitive Felix gasps, no matter how hard he tries to muffle it. Chan leans back against the wall to create as much distance as possible.

Felix sits up slowly and you follow a moment after. Chan lets out some nervous, forced chuckles. The confidence of yesterday has melted away, leaving the usual, shyer Chan sitting here instead.

"Channie?" He shudders. "What did you mean by that?"

He stutters and fumbles, trying not to lie but also keep feelings intact. Eventually, he just stops and freezes everything for a moment. Then before you can even think, he tries to leap off the large bed towards the door. Felix is fast and grabs one wrist while you rush to stand and grab the other to push him back down.

There is no fight, only an acceptance to sit back down.

"Channie, please." Felix chokes out the words and when you look at him he's on the verge of tears.

Why is unknown, but it's clear this is going to be a difficult conversation.

Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping his head to look at both of you.

"I never thought this was going to happen, any of this. Last night, everything this morning. But whatever happens, don't let my words affect your relationship."

He looks at both of you separately to receive an agreement.

"I really like you both, romantically. Maybe even love but I've tried to avoid the thoughts. For obvious reasons."

In the silence of anticipation, Felix's tears had dried on his eyes but now they sit, teetering on the edge of his eyelids.

"Lix. Are you ok? You look like you're about to burst." You speak gently to Felix because he looks like a terrified little animal.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was never going to tell you."

Your confusion only grows at his vague words and you can't see Chan from the way he's turned his head.

"I understand if you wanna break up with me. I'd probably want to if the roles were reversed."

A gentle hand on his knee prompts Felix to raise his head and look at you.

"It's ok, love. I'm sure we can work this out. Just tell me the whole story first."

"Chan and I have been best friends for so long, years before I thought about dating anyone. He's seen all my highs and lows. Then you came and changed that a lot and we started dating. But still, somewhere along the way I... I developed feelings for him."

Felix curls himself so small it seems impossible and leans away from both you and Chan. You sit in stunned shock and try to make sense of everything that just happened. When your eyes focus again Chan's eyes are flicking between you and Felix. Felix.

You mentally curse and lunge towards him, embracing him in a tight hug.

"Can you look at me, my love?" You coax gently.

He sobs harder at the loving, familiar pet name coming from your mouth but obliges. Somehow still the prettiest man you may have ever seen, but that's not important.

"It's ok." You say simply.

Felix looks at you in confusion, sobs still wracking his body periodically even as he tries to hold them back.

"Your feelings for Chan, they're ok."

You can hear the small, confused noise Chan makes from his spot behind you but mostly you hear the loud whimper of Felix in front of you.

"What? Are you joking? How are you ok with knowing your boyfriend has a crush on someone else. His best friend, as well. One of the people you're both closest to. And you're ok with that?"

The points Felix is making aren't completely out there. But there's something that flares up in your chest, something amazing, when Chan and Felix interact so tenderly. Their normal banter is what you expect but when it's quieter or later they get softer and so do you when looking at them.

"I am. I like that you two have an incredible dynamic completely separate with me. Of course, I love talking to you both as well. I can't explain it, but it's there. So yes, it's ok."

Felix launches himself onto your lap and buries his face in your chest. You focus on him, nuzzling your nose in his hair and rubbing his back. To the point where you almost get lost in your own world completely. Of course, almost is the key word.

Chan watches in envy as you both drift off into a comfortable affection and closeness. There was just a whole confession but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t fit perfectly, not yet anyways. He wants to hold you like that, or Felix, or both. Maybe later, not today. Today he needs to go home and let you have a day to yourselves.

Chan is off the bed before you can even speak and you and Felix look at him, puzzled.

"Haha, um, I just don't to y'know intrude on your morning routine or anything. You don't need to get up I'll just go, yeah. We can talk more another time."

Your deadpan look to Chan somehow increases as he says 'intrude' and you're sure Felix has pulled out his sad kitty look.

"Chan. Bang Chan. Christopher Bang. Sit down." You order.

Felix laughs when he follows your order, almost dazedly, and sits back down to fiddle with his hands.

"Can I kiss you? For real this time." You ask, Felix moves off your lap in anticipation.

Chan looks up at you with his jaw hanging down. He nods then closes his mouth and clears his throat.

"Yes. Please."

You're half on his lap with your arms around his neck before he pulls you in. After a dizzying minute or so you pull away.

Felix would be mad you got to kiss Chan with feelings first if it wasn't so damn attractive. When neither of you moves he whines and does grabby hands in that general direction.

You move out of the way and watch as Chan goes to Felix without hesitation. Chan is wider and could probably cover Felix up entirely from the right angle. They're so soft. Chan's hands are barely touching Felix's waist and Felix's hands are moving up Chan's arms and shoulders. They’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. When they pull away from each other your hands go to rest on each of their shoulders’ and you level Chan with a stern look.

“Just listen until I’m done. No interrupting. Just listen.”

He has the presence of mind to just look slightly sheepish and nod.

“Me and Felix have been dating for a while but that will make you no less of a valued or important member of this relationship. If we’re going to do this then we all need to communicate our feelings to each other. So, Chan. If we ever, ever, make you feel left out in any way, you need to tell one of us. That goes for all of us in any situation.”

You sit back but Felix catches you and pulls you into his side. Chan follows his lead and moves in front of you, putting his long arms to use and hugging both of you. You all sit in peace and adoration for a bit before stomachs begin to grumble a bit. Chan is the first to disentangle himself and the look of disbelief that crosses his face all over again is almost comical.

"You're... This is ok?"

You giggle at his still present disbelief. Hesitantly, you reach one hand towards him and he grabs it and moves toward you. While still making eye contact he gingerly presses his lips to the top of Felix's head.

"It's real, Channie. I promise." You giggle then whisper.

Chan pulls his hand back and looks at both of his palms in shock. You give him a few moments then he reaches his arms back around both of you as best he can and buries his face in Felix's shoulder.

"Thank you." He mumbles.

"Three's a party, not a crowd for us.” You reply, leaning on Felix as well.

Felix is the glue that binds you two together, and the one that got you here in the first place. For not the first time and not the last, you're happy to have met him.

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Their Doll 11

Silent scream

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets shut up

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Fuck you." I snapped, mustering all the saliva I could before spitting it at his face. He flinched back when it splattered over his cheek, his fingers swiping through the spittle before he was shaking it from them and standing back to his full height.

"It appears this one is never going to cooperate. If she won't give us information, why let our experimentations on her possibly...benefit the girl the the future?" The general spoke menacingly to the guards behind me. "How about way find a way to shut her up?"

My heat thudded so hard in my chest it was like someone was punching me from the inside, all air knocked from my lungs before I was being hoisted up to my feet again with two rough grips on my upper arms. My chest heaving, I coughed a ragged breath before composing myself. The glint of the silver blade in the corner of my vision sent my eyes bugging out of my skull and my mind into a flat panic.

So, I did what any rational person with my capabilities would do. I began to hum the deep melody - one a seldom sung - and a smirk crawled its way onto my now curved lips. Clearly, the general was prepared, but the two guards behind we weren't so lucky.

A desperate cry pierced my tune, harmonising with my voice as I heard the havoc I was causing. This was the first time I'd enjoyed a kill, the very first time I'd wanted to use my powers for such a horrific reason. I'd only ever used this part of my power a few times, but this was the only time I'd been fully lucid whilst doing so.

Some people want nothing more than to blow their enemies' brains out, and trust me when I tell you; It felt good.

However, luck was never on my side, and the General had come full prepared. He wasn't even affected, it must've been something to do with the funny earpiece he was wearing.

As my eyes met his, the General's face held non of the cocky, smug tones that I'd expect. No, the only word I could use to describe his old and crinkled features was pure ire, and it was directed at me.

"You conniving, vile little bitch!" He snarled, the flash of silver weeding a sense of utter and complete dread, tangled with fear inside of me, uprooting my confidence. I don't remember a lot after that, to tell you the truth. I know the blade sliced along my throat. I know everything was rained black. And that's about it.

...

Awakening with a gasp was the last thing I expected to happen. The sight of the blade risen in front of the general burned into my mind, almost as if it'd been scorned against my flesh. But here I was: awake, gasping for breath, completely surrounded by doctors I'd never seen before.

My hand instantly flew to my neck, a stinging sensation pulsing from the delicate skin. I hissed as my sweaty palm made contact with the bandage, the material corse and scratchy against my skin. As a doctor waddled over to me, needle in hand, I flailed desperately, a silent scream ripping from my throat.

Hang on a second-

Silent scream? I tried again, the shrill noise that should be tearing from me simply vanishing as it hit my throat. My eyes widened with the realisation, my bottom lip wobbling as I suddenly pieces together what had happened.

He said he'd have to shut me up, didn't he? The thought made me want to scream loudly, that the blade had touched my skin and left me with no defence.

They took away the hell they'd reigned upon me, something I'd wished I could be rid of for years, and now I was disappointed. Maybe this was their plan all along, that little voice in my head sang. The tears pricked at my eyes, which rolled back lazily as the scratch of the needle poked at my neck.

...

My calloused fingers ran over the cut tirelessly, trying to itch somewhere that I could never seem to find. I don't know how long I was sedated for, but since waking up the bleeding had stopped and there was now an offensive red line that slid horizontally across my neck.

Every time I touched it, it coaxed a wince from me, and yet that's all I seemed to do. It was like poking a bruise, I guess. The more it hurts the more you want to do it.

They'd returned me to my cell, clearly very little need for restraints against my weakened, starved and dehydrated body. I could see the flesh thinning on my arms, my ribs pressing painfully against my skin. Not only could I see the hunger, but I could feel it.

Manifesting, biting, gnawing hunger. The type that are you from inside out, devouring everything of you until the only thing you could think about was eating. Huh, I guess I was already at that stage then.

My eyes remained locked in place, glossy with the endless tears as I stared at the floor. If I really looked hard enough, the still wet blood smeared over the floors of the hallway resembled something close to strawberry jam. The thoughts of the sickly sweat substance spread over a perfectly toasted piece of bread, accompanied with a big glass of fresh orange juice and washed down by a large coffee made my mouth water. The booming rumble in my stomach made the groan, even more drawn out than expected when I remembered all I'd get to eat today: a small bread roll and a tiny glass of water.

Sadly, the sink in my cell did not contain drinking water. The liquid was so discoloured that I purposely avoided washing me hands, preferring to possible have my own germs coating my hands than whatever they were giving me. I'm not kicking you about, I genuinely think the water was filtered through a clump of fucking horse shit, mixed with fish guts and complimented with a hint of rotting fruit. If I could help it, I'd be dodging that water like the plague (if it didn't contain one already) for the rest of my life.

I'm not really sure why, but my head snapped up in surprise why the door sprang open, a single guard entering.

"The general requires your presence." He deadpanned, eyes cold as eyes and sharp as a knife as they stabbed through me. I wanted to fight back, stay glued to the spot and snap back some snarky remark, but in my current condition I almost couldn't bring myself to care where I was about to be taken, or why for that matter.

I stood without a word, silently following the man until we reached an unfamiliar metal door. I found it almost laughable, really, that they'd reduced my strength so much, that no one even considered putting me any sort of restraints anymore.

The door was pushed open with a child-like whine emitting from its rusty hinges, the metal scraping over the concrete floor painfully. The guard simply grabbed my arm before tugging me into the room, letting the door shut behind his with a hollow thunk.

"Ah, she has arrived!" The general's voice exclaimed, a deviant smile spreading over his thin lips. "And just in time to meet Mr Pierce, too." He said menacingly.

I felt embarrassed, exposed, stood before the room of men. My hair was a mess, tears streaking my reddened face, eyes puffy from crying and the only clothes a wore was a now-battered hospital gown. My eyes darted around nervously, trying to avoid the blonde man sat before me, chin resting in his palm as he surveyed me.

"Why is this one...important?" The man asked, eyeing me up and down before his eyes seemed to fixate on my neck. The scar.

"This," the general spoke, but Mr Pierce kept his eyes on me, "is Miss y/n Stark." Mr Pierce's eyes widened ever so slightly, but it was barely noticeable.

"As in Tony Stark?" Pierce pondered.

"The very same." The general smirked.

"She seems awfully...quiet, for a Stark." Pierce said with almost a hint of disgust, eyes still glued to my shaking frame.

"That's because we shut her up." The general snapped, awfully harshly.

"Is that the scar? How fresh is it?" Pierce jabbed his questions, curiosity clearly becoming him in the moment.

"Indeed. Our doctors here are very good, Sir. They had her all patched up and out of bandages in just three days." The general bragged, shoulders back and head held high as if he was posing for a portrait.

"I see." Pierce mused, brows furrowed in thought. "What do you plan to do with her? Now that she can't tell you anything?"

"Oh, trust me, sir. She wasn't giving anything up either way," he paused, striding over to me and yanking my head back with a fistful of hair, my back mow pressed to his chest and his mouth at my ear, "isn't that right, sweetheart?"he clarified, and I didn't hesitate to nod my head as much as his grip would allow.

"So why isn't she dead?" Pierce gritted, seemingly annoyed. "It's not like Tony's attached to her, he never looked for her and I've never even heard him mention her."

"But then they'll keep coming. I don't want the avengers on my back, and I'm sure you don't either." Pierce hummed in agreement. "She's with them - her and that Captain America guy arrived together - so why not use her to send a message?" The general suggested.

...

That's how I found myself tied up, wrists bound and gun to my head as I sat shakily in a chair in the middle of the quinjet. I had no clue how long I'd been since that day, but I do know that I had been sedated once again. The flimsy hospital gown allowed a shiver to chill me, skin forming goosebumps as I sat before the open door or the quinjet.

"You will tell them exactly as I just did. Got it?" The general pressed, pushing the gun into my head hard enough to make by head throb. Tears biting at my eyes, I nodded furiously, now determined to live with the promise of being free again. "Good. Soldat, make sure she gets back to New York without being seen, I'd hate to have to spill more blood than we intended." The general demanded, a figure rustling its way out of the shadows at the edge of the room. A gasp tore from my throat at the sight of him - clad in black leather and arm as silver as the moon. The soldier - my soldier.

But he simple stared through me, eyes blank and clouded in a coldness I'd never had directed at me from him before.

"And make sure you don't fail this time, soldat." The general snapped. The soldier nodded solemnly, the echoing of boots thudding filling both their ears as the general walked off the ship.

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