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my-castles-crumbling · 2 days

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I have a problem Cas… I think im in love.

Okay so, there’s this girl. We’ve been best friends like 5 years. I mean i’ve always- okay I don’t know how to explain this.

I’m basically a fan-fiction come to fucking life.

So i’m Demisexual, and last year I decided to come out to my family. I don’t know if other Demi ppl have preferences of gender, but I don’t. Honestly labels confuse me. I’m not sure if technically i’m Biromantic and Demisexual but hey, the point is- and what I explained to my family- that i’d be open to dating anyone.

Basically i was telling them I wasn’t straight. (Obviously Demisexual is also about sexual activities and people and stuff but I wasn’t gonna try and explain to my parents that I don’t really get attracted to random ppl- cause they don’t get it- and I didn’t want to accidentally start talking abt sex).

So anyway, they were not happy. Have you watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine? There’s this clip where the character Rosa comes out as Bi and her parents are like “That’s okay, since you can still date a man and marry a man and be normal” and they were like that for me (i’m a girl in case that wasn’t obvious- so they wanted me to date a man).

And I didn’t really care to be honest. I had an equal level of straight friends to queer friends, I felt suitably in both worlds. I truly love my family. They’ve always been good to me. But they did imply if I did end up with a girl, they wouldn’t want to meet/know her.

Not to mention the religious trauma. I spent a shit ton of time listening to ppl tell me that same-sex marriage and relationships are a “sin”. Hell- there was this one rlly lovely women at church when I was like 9, but she got kicked out when they congregation found out she was a lesbian. (Okay- not kicked out but like bullied into leaving).

So it was fine for me to accept that I could potentially date a women since i’ve never felt immediate attraction to anyone, it never felt totally real.

BUT NOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. So my best friend (who is also a girl) of 5 years. She’s amazing. She’s literally the funniest person i’ve ever met, she’s so generous and has helped me so much, and she’s just adorable. She’s like fucking sunshine. And ngl, I don’t often like people who are so cheery all the time because it feels fake and I like people around me to be honest.

But she just, she has this way of finding the beauty in the stupidest things and it’s so cute. We got splashed by a car the other day, drenched both our outfits, and instead of being mad, she got all excited and had us do a photoshoot in our crazy soaked clothes, and then got all excited that we could cuddle under a duvet and watch a movie with snacks once we got home cause apparently that’s the only acceptable thing people can do after being covered in water (which is exactly what we did).

And she’s not unreasonably happy, you know? Like when people try to cheer people up at bad times and make everyone more sad, she’s not like that. Whenever i’m upset, or mad, she’ll doodle these cute little flowers on coloured paper and write things she loves about the world on the back of them, and once i’m done ranting abt how annoying the world is, she’ll give it to me and smile. She has the best smile.

I have this jar, I write the date on them and put the paper in the jar.

We’ve been best friends five years, she started doing that like four years ago and i’ve had the jar pretty much from the start.

It’s always been easy to be around her. We sort of knew each other for like a year, and then I blinked, and we were best friends. I read all the books she gives me even though the plot is super cheesy cause she loves talking about them, I learnt how to bake all her favourite snacks her mum made, cause she’s pretty far from home and honestly a tragic baker. And she cooks dinner (don’t ask how she can’t bake to save her life but is the most incredible cook, it’s unbelievably ridiculous) for us a lot, she learnt to make my fav food.

We technically live together, we’re at the final year of uni (maybe not tho depending on our next courses, I dunno) so we’ve been living together this year, but before that, I basically spent most of my time around her place anyway.

So yeah, we’re friends. But I realised a few months ago that i’m pretty, definitely, in love with her. I think i’ve felt like this for about a year and it just hadn’t quite clicked yet.

(I had this awful day and came back to our place to see her genuinely painting our wall a different colour of white. She paints as a hobby and accidentally splatter a ton of blue paint on the wall and freaked out and tried buying white paint to cover it when it wouldn’t wash of and she was sat on the floor with white paint all over her and the wall still blue.

She told me the story and I burst out laughing. I explained you often need white primer first, to cover the blue, and then to buy the correct shade of white, since ours was sort of chill white and she’d bought bright white.

It’s the type of thing that would’ve annoyed me so much at the end of such a tough day, but because it was her, I just found it adorable. That’s when it clicked, I love her. She noticed I was tired immediately and felt bad cause she realised i’d had a bad day. I said this cheered me up, cause it did. Then we made dinner together and spent the night reading on the sofa with music on.

We went to the shop the next day to get the correct stuff and luckily our wall is back to looking almost exactly the same).

So yeah, I love her. Plus like, being demi, I don’t usually find ppl attractive… I mean i’ve always known she’s aesthetically pleasing, she has good fashion sense and stuff, but like, I tend to view all people as the same sort of level of attractive. BUT NOW ITS LIKE- SHES FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. It’s kind of annoyingly actually. How is everyone not spending all day gazing at her eyes. They’re fucking caramel, like a book character. She says they’re brown but she’s wrong. In dull lighting they seem brown but they’re like dark orange (amber i guess) with little hues of green, but in the sun they’re really bright and caramel and warm.

She’s a lesbian btw. So theoretically I’ve got a shot. Also, i’ve always been good at reading people and I know she’s had like a small crush on me at least twice in our friendship. You can tell sometimes.

But recently, it’s been a wreck. I’m so distracted cause i’m in love with her I can’t think, and my friends keep telling me she loves me back but I can’t keep my head on straight long enough to try and tell.

But. If I do get my head out of my ass and tell her and she does end up wanting to date me, what the fuck am I supposed to do then. Cause if it does work out, i’m pretty sure it’ll last.

My parents never totally liked her (they probably saw this coming- but I think in the homophobic, all queer ppl date each other, way and not the, they’re meant to be together, way) and if ended up having to tell them i’m actually dating a women, they’d be pissed.

I always thought i’d end up with man, since it’s easier. No religious guilt about that. But I can put aside my own brains stupidity for her. But I can’t change my parents. But aside from this, they’re literally amazing. But I also know them and I truly don’t think they’ll change.

All my friends having been saying me and her should’ve been dating this entire time. I don’t know, I like to think now would be kinda perfect. I always knew she was gonna be in my life forever, I guess I just got so used to imagining myself with a man I forgot she was an option? That I could be with her romantically forever. You know, assuming she wants to date me.

(We’ll see about that. I’m really not sure. But i’m totally shit at keeping my own secrets so i’m planning to tell her soon if not just for the sake of my own sanity. All my friends say she’ll reciprocate, if she doesn’t, then I guess i’ll go from there, she’s not the type to be weird or bothered that we live together despite it. And if she does… then I have to decide what to do next. My other best friend is literally always right when it comes to our friends dating lives, and she has faith we’ll end up together, so we’ll see I guess)

But if she does. If she does I’ll have to get into it with my family. I don’t want to lie to them. And I know I shouldn’t judge, but I honestly don’t think they’ll change their minds. I think they’ll say I can come visit whenever, but not bringing my partner. And I won’t want that. And we’ll all argue.

I never liked knowing my parents didn’t accept this side of me, but I guess I never considered it would be an actual problem i’d have to deal with someday.

I spend a lot of my time trying to figure myself out. I haven’t had the easiest path in life. But with her, it’s so easy. It’s easier to understand what I like, it’s easier to talk about things, and I fully trust her not to be weird. Or leave. Or get mad for nothing. I don’t have to walk on eggshells around her. I trust her. We don’t argue much. We have, what she calls, three different type of arguments.

One, “bad mood argues”. She finds it so hilarious that it rhymes. You have to say it with the syllables. Bad-Mood Ar-Gues. We have these cookies in the freezer that we make every month. If one of us is having a bad day, we cook a few cookies to eat and I bought this dumb fridge magnet of a cookie to put on the fridge to signify it’s a cookie worthy bad day.

Another one is “justifiable anger”. That doesn’t happen much. When we first met, she had this tendency to not tell me when I did something that upset her, and it’d spiral, and i’d be mad she wasn’t talking about why she was mad. So we have a rule to always talk about problems, even the little things. For example, her yelling into the phone to her family for hours while i’m trying to study- she has planned days now, so I can go to the library or she can go out if necessary, or keep the convo below 45 min, her mums like half deaf so she does have to shout, but it’s also VERY loud. Basically we comprise. And make sure no anger builds up.

The third type of argument is, what our friends call, “married idiots”. As in, she shouldn’t use the siri talk thingy while driving cause it never understands what she’s trying to say and so I get jumbled texts that mean nothing and then she thinks she’s told me something she hasn’t told me. She’s nearly understanding that one 🤦‍♀️ And you know, the classic colour of something argument (it’s purple- she’s wrong).

Anyway. I forgot my point. Oh yeah, everything’s easier with her. I feel comfortable. If i’m being totally honest… i’m pretty sure if I ask her out, she’ll say yes. Like 80% sure. Im just scared to fuck this up, and cause family problems. Cause yeah, she’s worth the drama, but also, it’s her that’ll be being insulted right? She very likely won’t be allowed in my house. I don’t want this to ruin what we already have.

So yeah. That. I could really do with some advice ❤️

Hi <3

If you do not ask this girl out, I will physically pass away.

Like...I'm not usually so pushy with asks, but you're describing a relationship, hon. This is a relationship. I'm not sure if you follow me because of the Marauders, but you two are literally Wolfstar, And I'm shipping the two of you so hard right now.

If, for some insane reason, she turns you down, it's because she doesn't realize she's in love with you, too.

As far as your family...again, I'm going to be more blunt that usual. You're going to have to face their lack of acceptance for you at some point. It's absolutely shit that they don't accept you, but like...don't let that stop you from being with this girl. Because even if you put off their feelings now, you'll have to deal with it someday, and then you might miss out on an amazing girl.

Please update me. I need updates. I am so invested. I am DYING for updates.

God, I'm rereading all the things you wrote and I'm kicking and giggling. You two are ridiculously adorable. Please kiss her already (with consent).

I'm naming you purple anon. Please write back.

#ask #asks #ask cas #purple anon

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wishingformoredogs · 4 months

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I am so sick and tired of the miscommunication trope. Anne Shirley-Cuthbert and Gilbert Blythe— you two exhaust me.

#since the day they met they’ve been causing problems #and by problems I mean heart palpitations #i can’t deal with this #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #anne and gilbert #shirbert #anne shirley blythe #anne with an e #anne of green gables #anne of avonlea #lm montgomery #diana berry #wishingformoredogs #miscommunication #trope #fanfic

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reidingandwriting · 11 days

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Speak Now (Hotch’s Version)

Chapter Two: i can see you

“I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission”

Word Count: 2,200 words

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: Criminal Minds level of violence described, definitely Not how solving cases goes but!!, some cursing and some suggestive themes

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A/N: SOOO sorry for the delay in posting! I was at a convention this weekend and my queued post didn’t post for whatever reason :’) Chapter 3 is still scheduled for tomorrow so I hope you enjoy the back to back update!

“We’ve got a case,” JJ said and you stood up from your desk to walk to the conference room. You had only been a part of the BAU for two months or so now, but the novelty had yet to wear off yet. Every time JJ announced a new case, you got a rush. A wave of a familiar cologne enveloped you, and you felt an arm brush against your own.

“Sorry,” Hotch’s voice filled your ears, the single word causing a chill to go down your spine.

“No problem,” Your voice came out quieter than you expected and you internally cursed. Where did you begin with Aaron Hotchner? Ever since you met at the FBI Banquet, he had occupied your mind. Your first day, you were pleased that he remembered you and since then, he’s seemed… not quite distant but not quite friendly with you either. Not like he was at the banquet. He was professional as his reputation said he would be, but you were wishing there was more to your relationship. You wanted to lean into the brushed shoulders, you wanted to initiate contact with him, but you didn’t want to jeopardize anything with him, especially being so new to the team. But you let yourself wonder, what would happen if you acted on your impulses? If you let yourself think about it long enough, you could see him waiting down the hall for you. Ideally pressed against the wall, but you digress. You shook your head slightly to clear your thoughts as you walked into the conference room, and you took your seat between Spencer and Emily.

“Alright, my pretties,” Penelope greeted once everyone was seated and you looked up at the screen behind her. “Houston has reached out for our help and this one is a bit of a doozy.” Pictures flashed behind Penelope and you felt your stomach turn a little at the pictures.

“Hello, overkill,” Emily muttered and you hummed in agreement.

“We’ve clearly got a very angry person on our hands. There’s been five victims over the last two weeks, and their kill rate is starting to pick up.” Penelope said.

“They’ve killed men and women, no obvious preference for gender,” JJ said and you nodded.

“Can’t say for certain if they’re victims of opportunity, though,” you said. “I don’t know the exact area they’re acting in, but the victims all seem eerily similar. Hair color, skin color, similar builds… Someone is the object of their aggression but our unsub hasn’t gotten to their target yet.”

“And the kills are getting rushed, more violent,” Derek said.

“Wheels up in twenty,” Hotch said as he started to stand.

“You know,” Spencer started and you glanced over at him, “they look similar to you, Y/N.” The room froze and you felt everyone’s eyes turn to you.

“Don’t even say that about my lovely,” Penelope gasped dramatically and you rolled your eyes playfully at her antics.

“There are some similarities,” Rossi said and you looked up at the pictures.

“Similar features, sure, but I don’t think I’ve done anything to piss off anyone to the point of murder in Houston,” you drawled and the room started to disperse. Hotch stayed in the room, his gaze locked onto you.

“If you feel uncomfortable on this case at any time,” Hotch trailed off and you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine, Hotch. I’m not worried. But I promise, I’ll let you know if I get uncomfortable.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nodded in dismissal and you slipped out of the conference room.

A week later, you held an ice pack to your head where you sat in the back of an ambulance as you waited to be cleared. Turns out, they don’t call Spencer a genius for nothing. You were a perfect victim for your unsub- Officer Josh Hann- and you found yourself ambushed by him a few hours ago. You were lucky to only get away with a concussion and a few bumps and bruises. Derek stood beside you, his phone held to your ear.

“Yes, Pen, I promise I’m fine.”

“And how is our Boss Man doing?” Penelope asked and you barely repressed a cough.

“Fine, Pen.” Said Boss Man was currently a few yards away, his gaze glued to you as Rossi talked to him.

“Sounds like the perfect excuse for him to watch over you,” Penelope teased and you felt your cheeks start to burn.

“Bye, Penelope.” Penelope cackled as she hung up and you rolled your eyes then winced. “Ow.”

“I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear any of that conversation,” Derek teased and you kicked out at him, and Derek laughed as he narrowly missed your leg.

“You're lucky my vision is still a little off or I would’ve got you,” you huffed. The paramedic chose that moment to clear you and you slowly stood, grabbing onto Derek to steady yourself.

“Easy, pretty thing. Hotch is already glaring at me,” Derek lowered his voice and this time, you made contact when you stomped your foot. “You know Penelope can’t keep her mouth closed after a little wine. You’re lucky it was just me she spilled to.”

“I would resign immediately if he knew. Just throw my badge and gun as far as I could and run,” you said and Derek laughed.

“You know there’s a wager going on when he’ll find out.” Another stomp to Derek’s foot silenced him as Hotch walked over. Derek dismissed himself when Hotch was a few feet away

“Are you ready to go?” Hotch asked and you nodded, only wincing slightly after.

“So ready. I want to sleep so bad,” you admitted and Hotch hummed in response. You both started to walk to the cars, where the rest of the team had started to load up. “Not ready to be woken up every few hours to make sure I’m still coherent. I think a little risk of brain damage is worth the uninterrupted sleep.” You huffed and the corner of Hotch’s lip turned up into a small smile.

“I’m sure you’re not much worse than Jack is waking up,” Hotch said and you turned to look at him. Sensing your questioning look, Hotch spoke again a second later. “If you’re fine with me checking on you. I just… I’d feel better if I was the one to check on you. You already got hurt on my watch.”

“That wasn’t your fault, Hotch. But thank you.”

The rest of the night was relatively calm, what bits you remember clearly. You would sleep for a little, be woken up and asked a few questions by Hotch, and he would return to his bed a few feet from your own to repeat the process throughout the night. God, his morning voice would live in your memories forever. You weren’t sure what happened that night, but something changed between the two of you. And you had to admit, you liked the changes.

You found yourself paired with Hotch more often when the team split up. Hotch’s shoulders would brush against yours more often, and when Hotch laid his hand on your shoulder one day, you swear your brain short circuited. Not that you would know because you genuinely think you blacked out briefly from the contact, but Emily and Derek would never let you forget it. As time passed, you noticed you were watched by the team more often, especially when you were near Hotch. The day Hotch sat beside you on the plane, you swore you heard a squeal come from Emily before she was shushed by JJ. And this extra time spent with Hotch was great for you, but so bad for your imagination. You found yourself lost in thought more often, like a lovesick teenager. Imagining things with Hotch you know you’d never get to do, knowing he would never reciprocate your feelings. You’d stick with daydreaming for now; pretending he was waiting at the end of the hall for you when you left work. Pretending it was his suit jacket thrown on the floor instead of your own, his want for you high enough to discard his jacket like it was nothing. You could only dream… or so you thought.

You had been working on paperwork from your last case, when Hotch dropped a folder onto your desk as he walked by. You furrowed your brows as you opened the folder, and you could barely keep your expression under control as you read the sticky note inside- Meet me in my office tonight.You had to read over the note a few times for it to really set in and you glanced up, watching as Hotch went upstairs to his office as if nothing happened.

The rest of work passed by agonizingly slow, and you busied yourself with paperwork you had put off from the week. Slowly, the rest of the BAU agents had trickled out; even if it took all your self control to not push Spencer out of the building when he finally left ten minutes ago. You took a deep breath as you stood, and you made your way upstairs towards Hotch’s office. His blinds were already closed and you knocked on his door.

“Come in.” Hotch’s voice was muffled by the shut door and you slowly opened the door. Sweet Jesus, he wanted you dead. Hotch’s jacket was off, tie slightly loosened, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and you swear your brain once again malfunctioned at the sight.

“I, uh, got your note,” You said dumbly and you fought the urge to run out of the building. “Obviously,” you added and Hotch graced you with a smile, a huff of laughter leaving his lips. The sound helped you relax a little and you smiled softly at Hotch.

“You’re nervous. You’re usually not nervous around me.” The observation was surface level, but it felt like you were being studied. “If you’d rather go-”

“No!” You blurted before you cleared your throat, and you took a seat across from Hotch’s desk. “No. I guess I’m just, I’m wondering why I’m here.”

“Do you have any idea why?” Hotch asked and you leaned forward.

“I have an idea. You could even say I have a desire for why you called me here, but,” you propped your elbows on his desk, “why don’t you clear the air, Agent Hotchner?” A few moments passed in a deafening silence, your eyes locked with Hotch’s.

“I’ve tried to ignore it,” Hotch started. “I felt something different when I met you at the banquet, and I didn’t know what that feeling was. Intrigue, for sure. Then you showed up one day, and Strauss introduced you as my new agent.”

“What can I say? I like being a mysterious entity,” you said.

“And you continued to be one, and it’s gotten stronger since that case you were injured. You’re constantly preoccupying my mind,” Hotch said and you slowly stood up. You rounded his desk and sat on top of it, and you slowly reached out. Your hand found its way to his tie, and you gave it a firm tug, pulling him closer to you.

“Wanna know a secret?” You asked, leaning down closer to him. You were so close, you noticed some gold flecks in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before. “You’ve been on my mind since we first met.” You weren’t sure who closed the gap, but suddenly lips were on yours, and Hotch’s hands were on your hips and you gasped as you were yanked into his lap. You grabbed at his shirt with one hand, your other finding its home in his hair, and you felt a surge of pride when a groan slipped from Hotch’s lips. “Fuck, Aaron.”

Hotch backed away slightly and you almost whined at the loss. “What was that?”

“Aaron..?” You hesitantly repeated and Hotch pulled you closer.

“Fucking hell.” Hotch’s lips were back on yours and you lost yourself, preoccupied with him. You didn’t know how long had passed before you pulled apart, breathing heavy, and Hotch’s forehead rested against your own.

“Penelope will have a field day if she finds out about this.” You breathed out a laugh and Hotch shifted so you were looking at him.

“And what exactly do you want this to be?” Hotch seemed… nervous? Vulnerable? Something different from the confident man you had become infatuated with.

“As much as I loved making out with you, ideally?” You ran your fingers gently through Hotch’s hair. “I’d like to try getting dinner with you. Maybe spend some time together, not hidden in your office.” You smiled at Hotch. “I believe that’s what they call dating these days.”

“I haven’t dated in a while,” Hotch said and you shrugged.

“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” You asked and Hotch nodded. You pressed a gentle kiss to Hotch’s cheek and you let your head rest against his shoulder.

“I think I can work with that.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x y/n #hotch x you #hotch x reader

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burplewrites · 2 months

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saudade | tamarack & qiu

𓆉 | fandom: our life: now & forever

𓆉 | characters: tamarack, qiu, reader

𓆉 | word count: 1,075 words 5,946 characters

𓆉 | a/n: this story is sort of in qiu's pov, and about grief and stuff!! i don't think its too sad, just an experience but you have been warned!

𓆉 | quick summary: y/n passed. the world just needs to learn how to deal.

saudade is an emotional state of melancholic or profoundly nostalgic longing for a beloved yet absent something or someone.

“and you two are gonna grow up someday and i’m gonna grow up too, but that’s never gonna stop us from being the same age. cool.” that’s what they said, eight years ago, when they first met y/n and tamarack for the first time after the duo waltzed their way into their life.

ever since that fateful day, the three were friends, best friends. even with the little break of their friendship from ‘personal problems and moody feelings’ as y/n used to say, y/n brought them together again and reminded them why they were friends in the first place.

their friendship only got better from then on, and they committed to bettering themselves and each other, talking about problems, and about random thoughts that entered their minds. at least, that’s what qiu thought. he thought that they all told each other everything, all their stupid secrets, random thoughts in the middle of the night, things that would be considered too much information for other people. so why didn’t y/n tell them, not tamarack or him, anything about what they were going through? why didn’t they say anything at all?

they never expressed pain, or acted like they were suffering at all. they were always smiling, expressing their positive emotions with not a care in the world. qiu loved them for that. they had been crushing on each other for a while, qiu knew that, y/n knew that, and even tamarack, who had to watch the whole thing unfold in front of her, knew that. they just never got together, and now they would never get the chance to.

it was only a year ago when their life changed. when tamarack yelled in the middle of the night, alarming everyone out of their drowsy state, y/n was having trouble breathing, and was trying to get upstairs to their mother's room without disturbing their best friends on the couch. their limbs started giving out, making them fall to the floor. that whole night was a blur for qiu and tamarack alike. watching their best friend’s mom trying to help y/n take some breaths as they all cried, seeing the tiredness in y/n’s eyes, like they’ve been fighting this for years and was finally starting to give up, and opal’s sobs as she begged her only child to keep trying, to keep breathing. tamarack clutched hard onto qiu that day, the shock causing her to freeze up.

hearing their best friend's last words, being so weak, so quiet, yet so genuine. it was like y/n trying to fully get everything out like they knew this would be the end.

"hey its okay, you're okay… you're okay. i love you guys so much, more than you'll ever know."

that's what they whispered, as the paramedics took them away. a smile never left their face, even with the ventilator on their face and the paramedics checking their vitals on the way out the door. they died on the way to the hospital. even to the end, they were caring for others.

opal changed as a person after that. having to bury your only child, someone who you watched grow up, someone who you experienced their good days and bad days, and was just expected to keep moving. but that was impossible, how could she? her world stopped that day but everyone kept moving, the world kept spinning at the same speed it always did, no faster, no slower.

but y/n was gone.

tamarack put her whole being into her cello practice since y/n always seemed to like it when she played for them. she even played a song she wrote at the funeral; a song that was supposed to be for her best friend. one that they were somewhat writing together. she still tried being normal, helping opal with whatever she needed, but never trying to pressure her. it was tamarack's form of escape. if she could be in the house that y/n was in, surrounded by all the things that made them, them… that would be enough. it had to be enough. qiu simply regressed into themself. it was like they were back to when they were fourteen. they stayed outside sitting by their ‘hideout’; hiding away from the world. tamarack tried to stay with him some days, when qiu wanted the company and couldn’t deal with being alone without someone to talk to, someone who understood, but other times it was too overwhelming and they preferred to be alone.

life changed. golden grove moved on, and people found other things to talk about, but sometimes things brought them back to that day one year ago.

especially today, the one-year anniversary of y/n’s death. three hundred and sixty-five days without them. it was early morning, around five am, and qiu biked to the cemetery to just be with them alone. they knew tamarack would be coming in the morning after she woke up, and opal would be coming in the afternoon, so this was the best option. plus they couldn’t sleep.

qiu never knew they could cry that much. every time they came to visit, to talk about something exciting that happened, or something weird, or anything really, they would end up breaking into sobs each time, gasping for air by the time their tears ran out.

‘why did you even have to come into my life if you were going to leave it partway?’

that was a question that they asked themselves multiple times and always felt bad for thinking about it after. they knew tamarack felt the same. tamarack was the first of the two to mention that thought out loud.

but it was true, wasn’t it? they never regretted having y/n in their life. everyone's life shone so much brighter with them there, like the sun on a summer day, but with the sun gone it gets darker. the sun always comes back, but y/n wouldn't. y/n was dead. they were gone, and they were going to stay gone.

no matter how much opal begged, how much they all hoped and dreamt, y/n was not coming back. they were never coming back. they had been gone for the last three hundred sixty-five days, they would be gone for the next year, and the years after that. and nothing could change that.

so as qiu sat there, laying by their grave while talking about everything and anything, all they could really do was hope y/n was there and listening.

#our life #our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #tw grief #burplewrites #fics #tw grieving #hopefully this doesnt like ahcdnmsjkfdsm

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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reader meeting Florence’s family? being really nervous cause they’re American and worrying about how they won’t understand the British banter. also wanting to wear long sleeves to cover up their tats for flops parents just in case and flo is like “you’re so cute but you’re an idiot”

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, flo being an amazing gf, short blurb

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, mentions of self doubt (?), overthinking

word count: 959

note: I'm aware that the title is shitty, so is the ending, but I tried my best. I really hope you like it, anon. It's so short is embarrassing and for that I'm sorry. I wrote this with a fem reader in mind, but I think it also works for a gn one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy <3

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Staring at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but let doubt fill your thoughts.

Your mind was going through every single little flaw that you had. The day had just begun and all you wanted to do was wrap yourself in a blanket and watch tv the whole day. You knew that day was inevitable. You had postponed it for a while now, but Florence wasn’t having that anymore.

She wasn’t mad at you, she understood how you were feeling. She felt the same way when she met your family. But she knew you had nothing to worry about. Deborah Mackin and Clinton Pugh were the chilliest parents ever in history. I mean her mother got high with Snoop Dogg of all people. And her siblings weren’t a problem, they will like you immediately. She knew you were going to be more than okay.

“Why can’t we just stay at home?” you said, while looking at the reflection of Florence in the mirror.

“Y/n…” Florence trailed off, getting closer to you.

“Yeah, let’s just stay, okay? I can make that dish you love, or we could–”

“Babe, stop,” she chuckled at you and grabbed your shoulders, softly squeezing them trying to calm you down. “We’ve already talked about this. You’ll be more than fine, okay? They are going to love you, as much as I love you.”

“Is just…” you were second guessing sharing your worries with her, afraid that you’ll sound stupid.

“What is it?” but she saw right through you, like she always did.

“What if I can’t understand them because of their accent? They’ve been in the UK their whole lives, their accent must be stronger than yours. They probably speak like Louis Tomlinson and I won’t be able to understand anything of what they’re saying.”

“Baby, you’re being silly,” she tried to soothe you.

“I’m not. Have you ever listened to that guy speaking? It’s like he’s speaking gibberish.”

“You’ll understand them. You can understand my mumbling better than no one else, it’ll be okay.”

“Okay, you’re right about that,” but still her words didn’t reassure you. “What if they don’t like me?”

“I’ve been telling them about you since the day we met, they can’t wait to finally meet you. They are going to love everything about you," she left a kiss on your forehead, she knew how much those little kisses soothe you and although you wanted them to work, it only made you more anxious. “Hey, why are you wearing long sleeves? It’s hot outside, baby.”

“I just, I don’t think it is appropriate if I’m showing my tattoos.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“I’m dead serious. I don’t want to give the wrong impression,” Florence just playfully rolled her eyes at you. “What if they think I’m part of a gang or something? That I’m a bad influence, huh?

“You’re so cute, but you’re an idiot. You are the sweetest person I know on earth, there’s no way for you to give a wrong impression. Plus, you’re a ray of sunshine, they can't possible think you are part of a gang” she placed her hand on your cheek and you leaned in her touch, finding some comfort in her warmth.

“But what if–”

“No, stop it. They are going to love every single little thing about you, and if they don’t I will force them to, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Okay. Yeah, you’re right, everything’s going to be fine. I’m just worrying over nothing,” you breathed out all the anxiety and stress you were holding in.

“I’m always right,” a cocky smile forming on her lips.

“That’s debatable,” you chuckled at her.

“Let’s just go, okay? You ready?”

“Put me in the car before I change my mind,” even though you were joking, Florence knew that you were also telling her the truth. So she rushed the both of you to her car and quickly started the car.

[...]

“Please, come back soon, okay? We will love to have you again,” Deborah, Florence’s mum, said to the two of you before walking out the door. Your smile only grew bigger at her words.

“We sure will, Deb,” you called her by the nickname she told you to. You looked over at Florence, a smile as big as yours on her face.

“It was lovely to finally meet you, Y/n,” Clinton said, getting closer to you to hug you goodbye.

“The pleasure was all mine.”

“Okay, I’m gonna have to interfere here, before you two take them away from me,” you all chuckled at Florence's words, still she held you from your waist.

The four of you said your goodbyes, and Florence and you made your way to her car. Once inside, you let out a big laugh, Florence didn’t know what came over you, giving you a confusing look.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid to avoid this for months, your family is the best,” she smiled at you, relief washing over her.

“I don’t wanna say I told you so…”

“You do wanna say I told you so,” you mumbled.

“But I told you so,” she finished, you rolled her eyes at her, trying to hold your smile. But how could you? If she made you so happy by just existing.

“I love you, Flo,” you said, failing to suppress your smile.

“And I love you more,” she rested her hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

You rested your hand on hers, grateful that she was right there with you, to reassure you when you doubted, to hold you when you were falling apart, to love you like no one else. You thanked the universe you got to call her yours only.

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-M

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dany-is-my-queen · 1 year

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You’re Not On Your Own

Alicent Hightower x Fem! Reader

Alicent Hightower and Y/N Baratheon have always been proximate, ever since teens. Princess Rhaenyra was also a dear friend of yours, but with the auburn-haired you shared something unique.

Being Lord Bormund Baratheon’s younger daughter allowed you to spend almost your entire life in court, whilst your older brother Borros prepared to be the Lord of Storm’s End, you indulged in King’s Landing and met her.

You dreamed of getting married one day, even so when you realized in an early age that you your preferences were towards women.

You stayed in the Red Keep all throughout the years. Watched her bore King Visery’s children, knowing well that she was forced to wed him. And when her friendship with Rhaenyra was utterly fractured, came to a sad and tragic end, Y/N was the one to stood by Alicent’s side through thick and thin, through her darkest times Y/N looked after her and her kids. They’ve grown attached to Y/N since they were babes, considered her kind of a second mother, and Y/N was beyond happy to attend to them everytime they reached out to her.

Rhaenyra has been absent for quite a long time, six years to be accurate. The King was in a terrible state as of late, all the while you and Alicent have spent moments behind close doors loving each other. An open secret really, one Aegon, Aemond and Haelena weren’t strangers about. Haelena once told her that she was delighted. Her mother deserved happiness in her life. “Mother, you… in a dress of bronze, and her… in a dress of green. Isn’t that a glamorous match?” Aemond was disquiet at the beginning, “After what you have endured, mother. You should not withdraw yourself from your true feelings.” He would say this to her cause he sensed Alicent had her doubts about Lady Y/N, believing she’s a sinner and trying to shove them off a hundred times. And Aegon, oh her troublesome Aegon, he was the less aware of her closest companion. He didn’t mind though, too busy drowning in his cups anyway.

Alicent wished to remain loyal to her husband, uphold the law and all that. However, for the first time she put herself above duty and gave in in her desires to pursue her heart regarding lady Y/N.

“Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the dinner we’re having tonight, my darling?” The Queen inquired softly to her lover. You were braiding her hair into a simple yet fancy ponytail.

“Would it be appropriate, my love?” You weren’t certain his father would approve. The Hand of the King was always an observer man. He did suspect about your relation yet decided not to confront her daughter on the matter. As long as she kept playing her role on the Game of Thrones.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” She retorted. You finished her hair and wrap your arms around her neck. “You’re a lady of a high house, I do not spot the problem in it.”

“I…-“ You hesitated, Alicent shushed your further objections with a swift kiss on your lips, then she added;

“I would be pleased if you obeyed your Queen, lady Y/N. The children adore you. And I’m sure the Princess and her family won’t blink an eye if they see you there. Leave my father to me, he will dare not comment about it, he’s more concerned with the King’s health and other issues. So, put on a pretty gown. You’ll be joining us, dear. I’ll feel better if you’re with me.” She left you with no choice, so you obliged and later that day you were heading to the hall to meet the rest of the Targaryens.

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“Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon.” You greeted politely as soon as you sat. Rhaenyra had a small smile creeping her features when she caught a glimpse of the way you pulled Alicent’s chair.

“Ah, Lady Y/N. How lovely you’re here. How have you been then.”

“I’ve been good. The city does wonders to me. Glad to see you home with all your boys.” She resumed her chat with Daemon and after a while toasts were made, a few words were exchanged between Alicent and Rhaenyra. Sincere apologies, you could tell.

Aemond made a disrespectful comment about Rhaenyra sons, things were starting to heat and Alicent couldn’t help but to grab your hand from under the table, you squeezed it gently. Alicent always gets way too uncomfortable in these situations, her anxiety gets the best of her and you want nothing but to assure her she’s not alone.

“My Prince, please return to your chambers. Don’t make a bigger scandal. I beg of you.” Mayhaps you were overstepping, and somebody could misread it as you being out of place but since you literally helped Alicent raised her sons, no one breathed a word about it. Aemond didn’t even look yours or Alicent’s way before taking his leave. You sighed in relief. A pair of curious eyes set on the Queen and yourself.

“Thank you, lady Baratheon” Alicent muttered in a quiet tone, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Otto and Rhaenyra. He had a face of disapproval of course, but the soon-to-be queen gaze upon you with an subtle smirk.

“Would you prefer to retire to your own quarters, Your Grace?” Alicent was already standing, unsure if she should follow her lover or stay with the guests. Jacaerys stormed out of the room with Daemon trailing behind him after sharing a sweet dance with Haelena, Lucerys retreating as well with Baela and Rhaena.

“Excuse us, Princess.”

The Queen apologized then nodded at you and left the Hall with you holding her fingers protectively, ignoring completely the others.

In the silent path to her rooms, she began to sob quietly, you halted for a minute to calm her nerves and muffled cries. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Aemond ruined it. He embarrassed me in front of everyone… I stood there without the proper reprimand. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, I’m a horrible mother.” And that broke your heart. She was not, not when all she’s been trying to do was to keep them safe.

“You are doing your best, Alicent. I’m sorry if I forgot myself. You can speak to with him in the marrow, just bear in mind this. I love you for the woman you have become. You are not fragile, my love. You are a beautiful person with a tender soul. The words you stated to the princess, I know in my bones they were genuine. She knows it too. I’m here for you, and you’re certainly not a horrible mother.” You caressed her cheek and she leaned into your touch under the torches in the walls.

“I love you, Y/N. So much, so so much my heart aches. In a good way.” You chuckled, she cracked a smile.

“That smile of yours is going to be the dead of me. By the Gods I swear it. I love you. You don’t have to be afraid. I got you. Always.”

You turned to both corners and made sure no one was walking your way, Alicent beat you to it and gave you a warm kiss, you sealed the affection with one on her forehead and held her inside your arms. You stayed in that position for a prolonged instant before resuming your pace. Hand in hand, Rhaenyra contemplate the moment with a warm emotion flooding over her. Despite of breaking her vows, and being somewhat a hypocrite, she knew all along that you harbor strong feeling for the other ever since you were fourteen. She was satisfied with the fact that her former friends were finally together.

#house of the dragon fic #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower

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rim-draws · 3 months

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Fearûnian Writing Challenge

Day 5 | SFW

First time seeing their love interest fight

(Not really)

(Since Halsin never start fighting til Act 3 except when we first met him, this is just more camp life featuring bear-Halsin shooing the gnolls near camp area)

Tav waddles over towards Halsin, having just returned from the grove to retrieve the man’s smoking pipe.

Astarion grabs the back of their armour and yanks.

Only it was Astarion who was yanked to the ground.

“Stop! Stop walking!” He huffs and puffs.

Tav finally ceases. They needed a few moments before noticing the poor elf. “What?”

“Don’t you ‘what’ me! Help me up!”

Tav does as they often do.

Astarion huffs a few complaints under his breath as he dusts himself off. He then leans onto Tav, a hand on their shoulder as if it didn’t happen.

“I know that look of yours. You had the same look when we first met.” His voice does that thing where it goes slightly sultry, eyes darken every so little. “You’ve changed your target.”

“Cruel to call it a target.”

Astarion's attitude towards Tav has been… flippant to say the least. When they first met, it took Astarion no time at all to outright hate Tav. It didn’t improve when they saved the grove from the goblin raid, to the point that he outright laughed after he, himself, brought up the idea of having sex with them. Things got a bit better after the Ethel and monster hunter incident. Then increasing as they make it through the Underdark before going back to the upper road to do some unfinished business.

Now, one could say they’re… unlikely friends.

“I don’t judge. We’re like minded people, you and I. And Halsin is a great choice. If we could get him to finally move that big mass of muscles and be useful, all the better for everyone involved.” Astarion waves his hands around, almost smacking against Tav’s face a few times.

“If you’re implying I’m trying to bed him so he’d follow us, you’re–” Tav pauses.

Is Astarion actually wrong, though?

What is the reason Tav is doing all this for? Coming up to Halsin to ask to spend the night, going all the way back to the grove to fetch his smoking pipe, constantly checking up on him at all although he had proved no help after giving them the lead for Moonrise.

Halsin is the Archdruid, Tav is… just some half-elf at best and a criminal at worst.

To try so hard for Halsin, simply because they… like him? That’s… pathetic.

“ –right. Yeah… W– We don’t have a druid with us, especially those who know a lot more than we do. Maybe a few more hip swings and he won’t be able to leave our camp anymore.” Tav traces the texture of the old pipe, focusing on that instead of the sinking feeling in their stomach.

“No need to try that hard. Just take off your shirt. He practically drools every time anyway.” Astarion pushes them forward. “Go get them, tiger.”

Tav fakes a smile. They’ve been growing increasingly good at that. They moved towards Halsin again, less enthusiastic now.

Gods, they really are in over their head. Now their head hurts and it’s hard to tell whether it is the tadpole or because they’ve been… having thoughts!!!

“You’re leaking with anxiety. I can practically smell it from here.” Lae’zel grinds her teeth as well as, well, all their weapons. “What seems to be the problem? You’re never this pathetic.”

It’s like she’s their inner voice, spoken aloud the thoughts they’re desperately running away from.

“I’m just thinking.”

“And it is causing that much grief? Perhaps you should do it less.”

Tav could feel their blood bubbling with rage but this is not the time, Tav. They still have a pipe to deliver.

“If it’s about Halsin, the quicker you can get the druid to carry his weight, the better. He has wasted our time and is wasting our resources.” She takes out one of the many swords Tav brought back, examines it then throws it to them. “Sell this. It’s useless.”

Tav catches easily. “He’s only tagging along for a while.”

“You are very obvious with your intentions. But we are on a deadline. This better be worth it or we will be dead for it.” Lae’zel practically hisses. “Get whatever carnal sins you wish from him then tell him to leave!”

Tav casts their eyes downwards. She’s clearly sharpening Halsin’s whittling tools as they speak. “It’s alright, I know you have a soft spot for animals. He’s practically one anyway.”

“I do not.” She said plainly. Scratch sits on her cushion, tail wagging. “Leave, this conversation is over.”

Tav resists the urge to snap and just turns away.

This is simple. They just need to deliver the pipe. And maybe tell Halsin perhaps his presence is causing a bit of unrest in camp seeing as he’s just kind of… around. Or maybe they won’t tell him at all.

Tav tries to put some energy into their steps again. But not too much to be so obvious that apparently they smell like it. And maybe with a bit of intent so it looks like they’re trying to get something out of him and not just deluded into wanting his attention. Yes. Sounds— great.

A long roar echoed through the woods behind Halsin’s usual spot. Tav stands, shifting from one foot to another awaiting for his return. Within the shadows of the forest, a large bear swings his claws. The pack of gnolls facing him cackles and hisses before quickly retreating. Tav sighs dreamily, catching the disapproving look of Lae’zel and the approving thumb up of Astarion and sucks it back in.

The bear gathers his wooden logs with his mouth and returns to the centre of camp. “Ah, my friend.” Halsin’s voice is muffled through the logs. “Did you come by for the daily petting?”

Tav was about to say no. They were, truly. But the temptations are too big. They rub his bear cheeks and his bear chin, scratching his bear head before stepping a bit back for Halsin to wild shape back.

“Your fur is very soft today too.” The greatest conversationalist - Tav.

“Thank you. I hope you don’t feel discouraged by my enthusiasm.”

“No, no. It’s better for me that you like it.” Tav scratches the back of their head. “Oh!” They fumble, almost dropping the pipe. “In the library. I found. Nettie said it’s yours.” Their voice almost crack. Almost. Just barely held it together.

“Oh, my smoking pipe.” He chuckled. Tav places it in his hand. They ignore the way his palm is twice the size of theirs. “It’s a bad habit of mine. Long hours of work always fill the library with smoke.”

Tav purses their lips. Halsin’s laugh is very nice to the ears too. Maybe it’s better to hold off on telling him to go away for another day…

“My apologies, it’s not something to brag about. I talk of myself too much.” Halsin seems suddenly flustered.

“No, no. I… I enjoy listening to you and learning more about you. Do indulge me.” Tav tried to say.

“I appreciate that. But I need to focus on the Shadow curse Lands.” Tav deflates slightly. Halsin’s eyes grows half lidded, “We’ll… have plenty of time after that.”

Tav perks up at that.

#bg3 tav #bg3ficfeb #my tav #bg3 writing #bg3 #bg3 oc #halsin silverbough #astarion #bg3 astarion #lae'zel #my child is 80% simp 20% rage #nonbinary tav #bg3 fic #halsin x tav #halsin x oc

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interroblog · 1 month

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(a colored sketch of four characters. from left to right there’s Gene who has dyed green hair and an orange jacket, Casper who has long flowing hair and pale skin, Saint who wears round sunglasses and a simple T shirt, and Tab who has curly orange hair and snakebite piercings.)

(tumblr compressed the hell out of this, click for higher quality)

It’s far past time to introduce the main characters for the moon book (intro) so I can finally talk about them! I’ll be sharing plenty more about them as I develop the story now, but here’s some basics for now.

Saint 🌙 19, he/him, 4w5, ENFP, the protagonist!

Saint has a rich creativity and passion for storytelling. He loves to play piano and sing, the latter of which he’s supernaturally good at. He’s not very talkative and doesn’t share his stories often, but whenever he does there’s a gravity to his voice that pulls listeners in.

Saint’s best and only friends are Tab and Gene, but sometimes he feels like they’re just humoring him. He feels like an outsider around anyone except himself.

Because of a medical condition, Saint has periods where his senses are dulled to the point where he can’t perceive the outside world. So he turns inward. That’s what caused him to have such a weak sense of belonging, as well as surround himself with stories.

Tab 🪐 19, they/them, 3w2, ESTJ 🏳️‍⚧️

Tab loves academia and used to excel in every class- until their senior year. They’ve got a great memory and will happily learn and repeat back information all day, but the second the advanced classes they took got into more abstract ideas, they started failing. They can be inflexible, stubborn, and a bit blunt, but damn if they don’t get things done.

Now they’re retaking their senior year, which has ruined their hopes of getting into a good college. That was, until they met Casper who got them into the supernatural and ghosthunting… if they can find concrete proof of the things that exist beyond earth, they’d be able to get into whatever college they want.

Tab has a lot of friends that come and go, but the closest to their heart are Saint and Gene. They also have a rotating cast of passions, but their most consistent are history and guitar- which they learned to spend more time with their friends by starting a band.

Gene 💫 17, he/him, 9w8, INFP 🏳️‍⚧️

For most of his life, Gene has neatly fit into the persona of a quiet nerdy academic that the world projected onto him. But as he’s growing up, he’s starting to realize it doesn’t fit as well anymore. He’s an idealist with strong values, and a deep optimism + compassion. He’s young, he’s still growing into himself! He wants to change the world!

Now he’s just been accepted into a fancy college that’s sure to lead to a promising tech career. The only problem is, it’s across the country and he’s starting to feel a growing unease about leaving his friends behind to sit behind a desk taking orders from a boss for the rest of his life.

Gene adores his brother, Saint, and he’s been friends with Tab since they were kids. He plays the drums in their band and follows Tab around on all their adventures.

Casper ⚡️ 22, he/her, 7w6, ???? 🏳️‍⚧️

Casper is a high energy person who loves to experience new things, meet new people, do everything she can regardless of how good of an idea it may be. He’s always doing something with his hands; that means fiddling around with technology and more recently, crocheting.

After getting to a bad accident, Casper’s soul left her body. But before her body died, it replaced that soul with a rogue bit of cosmic dust that was similar enough to work as a replacement. He’s doing his best to recover as fast as possible so he can go back to his normal life, but it’s becoming harder and harder to pretend that’s an option. Casper isn’t able to do many of the things she used to, she doesn’t even feel like the same person anymore…

Meanwhile, the person that became her new soul isn’t pleased about this situation, either. Being stuck in a body is horribly limiting, their similar feelings of frustration bleed together and make the separation of the two even harder to maintain. But that’ll all be fine if they just ignore it :’)

Powehi 🌟???, it, 7w6

Powehi is an alien, the intangible manifested consciousness of humanity’s collective voice. It dives from body to body, seeing the world through earthling eyes until it stayed too long in Casper’s dying body and was trapped. It thinks very highly of itself and the things it can do, so to be condensed down to such a limiting form is… difficult. It’s mostly been sulking and ignoring everything.

Saint is its favorite earthling, so it blessed him with a piece of its power and visits him in his dreams. It hasn’t been able to do that recently, and even though Saint doesn’t realize Powehi is more than a figment of his imagination, he cares for it and is starting to get worried.

Powehi never had a name before meeting Saint, it’s usually just called the Voice.

#wip: moon #writing #character intro #oc intro #writeblr #excited!! I like these guys #I’ll do the minor characters soon but there aren’t really that many #oc: saint #oc: tab #oc: gene #oc: casper #oc: powehi #Spotify

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fruit-sauce · 10 months

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My swag and totally normal q!BBH headcanons

I need to talk about my thoughts and headcanons about q!BBH, ESPECIALLY after the lore drops of him being like. a manifestation of c!bbh as well as the fact he “arrived” in 9600 BCE??? I need to say my thoughts- NOW. (also for the fact i wanna draw these out, some of them feel kinda specific and/or complicated)

warning, its a lot:

First and foremost, he’s the Grim Reaper. That’s just a canon fact, but! I still like to remember the name “The Saints of Games” and input that into his lore.

Basically, he started off as angel, just like q!Philza, but (after some deals and not so good things) he turned into a demon. Design wise, he can go between looking like an angel, demon, or just a guy, but that’s mostly for funsies for me lol

As a demon, he quickly became high ranking, eventually working under the goddess of death herself as “the grim reaper.” this is where he meets phil, since now they’re technically co-workers.

He used to only care for guiding spirits and souls in the underworld, but soon discovered that something was wrong. Souls were going missing, sometimes going past him multiple times. This caused him to venture to the overworld (And cause whatever he did in 9600 BCE???)

The cause of his problems was Foolish! :D Seeing as foolish is a literal totem, I like the idea of him being some type of god/demi god that causes rebirth/keep people from dying/etc. This starts their rivalry that we still see now.

As a general, not every iteration of BBH, Phil, Forever, etc. is the same, they all come from different universes and timelines, but can come together and retain the memories as they move forward. This idea came from the fact qBBH wants “a skeppy” not even his skeppy, just A skeppy. Skeppy is not a deity, so, in every universe, he has to meet bbh over and over again, there are infinite skeppys, but only 1 bbh, and bbh knows that. There is a Skeppy in the QSMP universe that’s been with bbh for years now and has some remembrance of other timelines, the “main” skeppy, if you will (mostly eggpire stuff cause i love the eggpire (something i’ll, idk, make a comic about or something one day))

On the island itself, there’s something up with it that, when they woke up on the trains, BBH, Foolish, and Phil were simply drained of their abilities and magic. They still had some, but no where near enough to leave the island or contact anyone. That being said, BBH gets his energy from souls, something he doesn’t like to do with living beings. He also just naturally takes energy from people, so he plays the bit of the grim reaper that wants people to stay hydrated and takes care of all the eggs because if everyone is happy and healthy, he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally killing them!

There are some that resist him tho: Foolish and Phil, obviously, but also Dapper, Cheyenne, and Leo! The eggs seem to take in the dna of their parents somewhat so these 3 also get that pass... Also Missa, Slime, and Rubius..

Speaking of Rubius, BBH and him I feel like HAVE to have some backstory, they’ve totally met before, both are literally angels/demons.

Back to Foolish, as much as they poke at one another, they do trust each other a lot, when they were in that dungeon where Foolish almost died, in my head, BBH was basically pulling Foolish out of the way of the Vindicators, digging his claws into Foolish, who then used his totem body to keep BBH from dying (when BBH spent 2 totems trying to pick him up) the third totem was a normal totem tho, him saying “You’re making me eat totems” was literal, he held it in his mouth and broke thru it to use it....

that’s not how they’re supposed to be use i just think it’d look cool...

... I need to make an animatic about that...

#all characters no CC #i think about this creature a lot #qsmp #badboyhalo #FS qsmp headcanons #putting this on the list of things to draw

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fionajames · 5 months

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Hey!!! How’s the concussion? Hope it’s almost healed. How are you since the last time I’ve asked?

Requesting time: may I pretty please with a cherry on top have a story about an AU where the wars over and all our fav clones have been recognized as citizens and all have their dream jobs (what do you think they would be) please?

If that’s too hard, may I substitute it with a little story about Xi (I believe that’s his name?) the clone who got sick from one of my other requests and has a little crush on General Skywalker?

Thank you so much, hope you’re well, have a great day! -Sha 🫡

HI SHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

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ok so guys, originally i was also gonna do headcanons for all my clone ocs and i wrote a few but gave up cause its been hours.

also, yes, normal dogs and cats and their various breeds exist in this.

have some headcanons:

(writing below the cut)

Overall

The Clones get like, idk imma just say money but basically they get a bunch of money to make up for not getting paid but especially to make sure they’re not gonna end up homeless.

Most Clones live in groups as it feels unnatural for them not too. (i feel like im doing a david attenborough documentary rn, read: ‘most clones live in groups’ in david’s voice, go check him out if you dunno him)

The Clones are then all ‘employed’ by the GAR (they’re not rlly given a chance, as the senate wouldnt fully permit them to just become civvies, padme, chuchi and bail as well as some others managed to negotiate this, which was the best why could do). This means they can have other jobs and are only called upon if there is a problem that requires them. Sorta like how the Jedi were before that, but different.

Most Clones move to planet Nay-Mets (an anagram of amnesty, i think this is funny because the definition of amnesty is ‘an official pardon for people who have been convicted of political offences’ which is kinda what the anti-clone people would think about them, so its like the clones r saying ‘we dont care what you think’ and owning it) - which I have made up. Nay-Mets is a planet of earthy terrain, with lakes and rivers running through it. Its beautiful, and had a sparse and small population until the clones arrived. The clones are careful with what they do to the land and care for it dearly. The Non-Clone civvies are very welcoming and help the Clones build homes and other things. They moved into a town that had been uninhabited for a year or so for no real reason. Only a month after the end of the war, Nay-Mets is busy and buzzing, with Clones and Non-Clones.

Bail Organa has become Chancellor and is pushing everything for Clone rights. Between him, Chuchi and Padme - plus some other senators - they’ve gotten good and better rights for the Clones.

Anakin lives with Padme on Naboo. When the war ended, he ended up telling Obi-Wan about his marriage who happily informed him the Council was changing the code to allow such things.

Anakin is off-world when Luke and Leia are born, but feels it through the Force. He rushes home (Obi-Wan orders him to, claiming he can finish the battle by himself) and cries upon meeting his children.

Obi-Wan visits Naboo before returning to Coruscant and immediately feels the tug towards Luke, who’s Force is a blanket of warmth and sunlight. Ahsoka comes as soon as Anakin comms her (which is pretty quickly, and rather excitedly) and upon meeting Leia, she can’t help but hear the raindrops and feel the moonlight she emits to her. Luke has a special bond with Obi-Wan, just as Leia has a bond with Ahsoka.

Even though Palpatine is dead, the events of the other seasons take place, but slightly differently. The battles that do take place (no way im specifying, i dont have the patience for that) are run by Dooku. He’s keeping the war going, but without Palpatine, it’s hard. He’s captured by Anakin, then Grievous is killed by Obi-Wan. Dooku goes to jail.

Ahsoka still gets the message from Bo-Katan and frees Mandalore. She captures Maul who is taken to trial and he is the reason that the trial against Fox finally proved him not-guilty (well, guilty but fairly).

Order 66 never happens (no shit) and the Kaminoans are ordered to de-chip every single Clone. They are taken to jail immediately afterwards. Some Clones remain on Kamino to raise the youngers, and Shaak Ti ends up taking control of the whole place.

During this time period, after the Kaminoans were arrested, the Bad Batch stumble upon a certain blonde girl hiding in a lab. Hunter - seeing no reason not to - immediately ‘adopts’ her.

Some cadets and baby Clones leave Kamino, but these are only ones who have an older Clone who has managed to snag legal custody over them. These guys aren’t very common, as they didn’t have much exposure to older Clones, but it’s not so bad.

Shaak Ti begins to make the Clones’ training intertwined with schooling, and also give them excursions off-planet. The young Clones no longer hate Kamino like so many of their elders did.

Alongside the de-chipping process, Clones are all given a vaccine that returns their ageing to normal, meaning they get to live normal, long lives.

Oh and Ahsoka is paid for helping Mandalore, so she’s no longer broke.

Rex

As soon as the war is over, Rex goes and visits Cut.

He isn’t really sure what to do at first, as he’s put his heart and soul into the GAR, and now he doesn’t have to.

He follows Ahsoka around like a lost puppy because she’s got more experience with civilian life, and frankly, he’s missed his sister. He does help Fives whilst he’s recovering from his trauma and as a result, it's Fives and Rex bunking at Ahsoka’s place for a bit (she pretends to be annoyed but she really isn’t).

Eventually she convinces him to take Fives and Jesse (who’s been crashing on her couch and making ramen at 3am for a few weeks) and go get a house. This is because the Clones are given… like, money, because they didn’t get paid during the war.

So Rex, Jesse and Fives get a place next door to the Bad Batch (including Echo and Omega) and end up knocking down the fence separating the two houses and building a hallway between them so it’s like one big, slightly separated house.

Rex slowly begins to relax as a civilian, but still is a bit too rigid. He’s the third person to meet Luke and Leia (aside from Anakin and Padme, ofc) - first being Obi-Wan and second Ahsoka. He’s utterly honoured but immediately uneasy, as he hasn’t had much exposure to children.

But Luke, with his mighty force connection, sees Rex and is instantly puppy-eyed, and won’t stop crying until his uncle holds him. This boosts Rex’s confidence a lot, and he finds himself visiting a lot.

Rex wears mostly hoodies and baggy/cargo pants. The first time he put a hoodie on, he did that thing where you pull it over your knees and curl up. He didn’t move for hours. Ahsoka went out the next day and put him a ton, mostly blue ofc.

His favourite hoodie is the custom one Fives got for him (although he’ll never admit it aloud). It’s blue and white - the 501st’s colours, ofc - with his jaig eyes on the front. On the back is his CT number, but with a line through it and below, his name. Fives says he wants everyone to know that they’re not numbers, they’re people. Rex cried when he heard.

Rex doesn’t get a job at first, and instead helps Fives, Jesse and Echo out in their cafe when needed. Eventually, he turns his farming hobby (something he’d picked up to use his time) into profit and attends the farmers’ market to sell products.

Echo

Echo didn’t really know when the war ended, until the Bad Batch came and rescued him.

Even after being sweetly reunited by Fives, he struggles mentally and physically, unused to being a cyborg.

He finds himself staying with the Bad Batch the most, because of his newly found troubles. When it comes to house-arrangements, he has a talk with Fives, and they agree to live separately, but everyone knows you can often find them in the other’s house anyways.

He ends up running a cafe with Jesse and Fives that becomes popular very quickly. His favourite thing to have is a hot chocolate with a choc-chip cookie, which he often does whilst reading a book at the counter.

Speaking of books, Echo is finally exposed to books, like, fictional books. Although others were shocked, Echo prefers fiction over non-fiction, as he likes the made-up stuff. He wishes desperately he had it growing up and with that thought, he and Shaak Ti teamed up to get the cadets and baby Clones on Kamino books.

Echo cries when he gets his custom hoodie. It’s like the rest of the Bad Batch’s with the grey, black, red and white pattern and ofc his crossed out CT number and name on the back, but there’s also a blue hand print where it was on his armour.

He wears his hoodie everywhere, much like Rex.

Other than his hoodie, Echo mostly wears baggy long-sleeved stuff in an attempt to cover his robotic screwdriver-thing hand. Anakin offered to get someone to remove it and replace it with a prosthetic hand like his own but Echo denied it. He's proud of it, but a little self-conscious.

Echo’s a lil more shy than he was before, but still his sarcastic goofy self. He buys a bike (bicycle) when he arrives on Nay Mets, and rides it everywhere. Its not uncommon to see him riding his bike through the hills at 6am.

Fives

Because of the whole ‘Tup’ incident, Fives’ mental health has deteriorated drastically. Rex is his biggest help, alongside Echo and as well as Jesse and Ahsoka.

Because of this, he goes with Rex when he moves into Ahsoka’s apartment temporarily. They basically get two mattresses and chuck them in an empty room, sleeping on the floor (on the mattresses tho) with blankets, but its so much comfier than their bunks.

Fives starts becoming his usual self a bit quicker than expected, especially when he arrives on Nay Mets.

He ofc runs the cafe with Jesse and Echo, and is the main drink maker. He makes the best milkshakes.

After a bit, Fives ends up assembling a group of Jedi and Clones to help him get hoodies for almost all the Clones. It takes a few months but with him learning to sew, dozens of others doing the same and various people across the galaxy being paid to make them, the hoodies are distributed everywhere.

He designs his last, and its pretty simple with the blue and white markings and his crossed out CT number and name.

Like most Clones, he prefers comfy and baggy clothes, wearing mostly hoodies and baggy pants. He develops a love for beanies.

Fives takes up electric guitar as his hobby, and thoroughly enjoys it.

When he first meets Padme, she hugs him and comforts him without a second’s hesitation. He cracks immediately and cries. She spends the entire day calming him and comforting him, and she’s self-employed herself as his unpaid therapist.

He returns to Naboo to visit Padme regularly, and his General, ofc.

To everyones’ delight, when Leia is toddlerish age and her rebellious side is evident, Fives becomes more like himself as he assists her in getting into trouble.

Anakin and Padme don’t mind having to clean off the noticeably washable marker from the walls when Fives starts laughing again. They’re grateful he’s getting better, and that he chooses to use materials easy to clean up.

Jesse

Jesse spends the first few weeks of his civvie life going absolutely nuts in trying to experience stuff.

He quickly realises that he has no home and ends up crashing on Ahsoka’s couch. She pretends to get annoyed at him when he constantly gets up at unholy hours to make ramen but she frankly is glad he’s doing well.

He’s the one to organise a house for him, Rex and Fives on Nay Mets.

He ofc runs the cafe with Echo and Fives, and he’s the cooking expert. He’s well known in the town for his delicious foods and alongside Fives’ excellent drinks, its what gets the cafe popular quickly.

His hoodie is the same as Fives’, but with his number and name, ofc.

It’s only been six weeks since the War ended when Jesse arrives home with a sheepish grin and a box that moves. He giddily reveals a black and blue merle mudi dog (such a cute breed, go google it, you wont regret) that he names Tundra. Tundra is rather quiet for his breed (never had this breed but during researching, it says the bark a lot, sorry if thats not true) but filled with energy and affection.

Jesse and Tundra are rarely separated. When Jesse has work, he brings Tundra. He either sleeps on the floor whilst watching or will go out to the fenced-in area through the dog door they installed in the cafe.

Jesse adapts rather quickly to civvie life and really enjoys it.

Kix

Kix has pretty mixed-feelings post-war.

He loves being a civvie but can’t help but find himself up late at night, waiting to attend to a wound of sorts.

At first, Kix is really anxious and uncomfortable with being aware from the battlefield. Jesse tries to get through to him but ultimately fails, as Kix needs alone time.

Anakin sees his medic in distress and tells Padme. She immediately agrees to let Kix live with them on Naboo until he can regain his footing, no matter how long that takes.

Kix spends his almost-three months on Naboo recollecting himself and then turns to Jesse, who immediately agrees to let him move in with him, Fives and Rex.

Kix ends up taking a job at the hospital, and instantly finds himself better footing. Its much easier for him after he takes up the job.

His hoodie is the usual but with his red medic symbol on the shoulder. He wears it as much as possibly, and thanks Fives almost daily for the gift.

When they were de-chipping, after he got his removed, Kix worked tirelessly to remove the other Clones’ chips. He was thrown a ‘thank you’ party afterwards by all the Clones he helped.

Cody

Cody’s immediate reaction is relief.

He’s just grateful the war is over.

The first few weeks he spends living with Obi-Wan (idc if you see this as a ship or platonic, basically the embodiment of the ‘and they were roommates vine’ tbh) as he doesn’t really have any where else to go.

Eventually, he moves to Nay Mets like many others, and takes Meerrt and Vick with him. They have a room for Obi-Wan which is used a lot more than expected, but they love having their Jedi over.

Cody’s hoodie is the usual, in yellow of course.

He spends most of his first few months reading and experiencing life as a civilian (alongside making the best cinnamon scrolls you’ll ever taste) but eventually gets a job at a kindergarten, of all the places.

Unexpectedly, Cody works really well with kids, and it really shows. He becomes an idol to a lot of little kids on Nay Mets.

Upon meeting Luke and Leia, he takes up a job as unofficial babysitter when Padme and Anakin need a break.

Cody wears mostly sweaters and cargo pants - like so many other Clones - and a golden bracelet with a sun charm attached. He doesn’t take it off.

He also starts learning violin, and really enjoys that too.

He’s one of the first to get de-chipped, and waits until his battalion have also been de-chipped to even leave Kamino. This is mostly because Obi-Wan got annoyed when he found out Cody wasn’t sleeping out of worry.

Wolffe

Wolffe’s immediate reaction was also relief, but in a sarcastic way. Like, ‘oh we’re finally done?!’ But deep down, he is super glad.

He stays with Plo and several others from his battalion before finding a place on Nay Mets with them. Plo lives more on Nay Mets than Coruscant, just like many other Jedi do too.

When he gets his hoodie - the usual but in grey with a small wolf symbol on the front - he breaks and grins, giving Fives a huge hug. But he then blackmails him into not telling anyone he did.

Wolffe wears his hoodie everywhere, rarely takes it off. He likes the ‘not a number’ statement that comes with it.

He also wears like thick, fluffy winter coats and cargo pants a lot, with the occasional bad-ass leather jacket.

He attempts to get a job somewhere, but can’t really find one that works, so he stays unemployed.

After a little while, Wolffe adopts a grey, male tamaskan dog (also beautiful, check it out, they look like wolves) he names Fang. Everyone thinks its hysterical he got a dog that looks like wolf.

Wolffe and Fang are also inseparable.

Wolffe finds himself enjoying hiking and does it almost daily, with Fang joining him. He finds it peaceful and enjoyable.

Fox

Fox is ofc the one who basically ended the war, or at least he majorly turned the tables.

He’s so relieved when its finally over.

He’s one of the first Clones to move to Nay Mets, and ofc Dhole, Vector, Menace, Dice and Bloodshot tag along. They live in one great big house.

Almost immediately, Fox impulsively adopts a ginger tabby she-cat he names Pumpkin. She’s a beautiful, silly cat and Fox has zero regrets in getting her.

He lets her be a very free cat as he feels bad for being any other way.

His hoodie is red and white with the usual and a fox symbol on the front. He loves sweaters.

He wasn’t really looking for a job at first, and eventually decided to stay unemployed.

Fox picks up piano as a way to calm himself, and grows to become a great pianist. He practises practically all day with Pumpkin sitting on his lap.

He regularly goes for long walks and takes Pumpkin, cause she’s that kinda cat.

Once there was an incident in town when a guy lost it and started shooting or smth and Fox just calmly tackled him (that's an oxymoron lol) and got someone to arrest him. He was really quiet afterwards.

When he got his chip removed, Fox became a lot more quiet for a little. This was because he could finally hear properly. When he had the chip, he always heard a little voice in his head, something he now knew was Palpatine.

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Info-Dump about the last 3 generated dragons for this group! (There are several more, it’s a bunch I had so much fun with this generator omg)

SunStealer : SunStealer is a large albino dragon, slightly shorter than her sister. She was born on Pyrrhia and was also discovered by Queen Rhinoceros, who took her to Drogonia where she grew up and met her half sister. Since her and Executioner met they’ve been inseparable, since they’ve only got each other as family. She is very unorganized and often loosing her things, and gets antsy quite a lot. She doesn’t enjoy talking to people, but has been seen talking a bunch to Executioner. SunStealer also is obsessed with moths, she loves observing and drawing them, her favorite moths are Polyphemus Moths. She is an artificial animus, and it is currently unknown who made her one, she’s only enchanted one dragon, that dragon being Quetzal. SunStealer understands her sister’s hatred for SkyWings, which is why she enchanted/cursed Quetzal to begin with. No one else but her sister knows about her animus magic, and she rarely ever uses it, she finds no benefit in using it, though she does study it, and has quite a bit of information about it from ancient scrolls found on the island.

Quetzal : Quetzal is a medium sized dragon who always looks insanely tired. He’s very upbeat though, he enjoys cracking jokes occasionally, even if they’re the worst joke to ever be said to someone’s face. Despite being a RainWing x SkyWing hybrid, he shows many ShyWing characteristics, he’s the only one in the group who was actually born on Drogonia, his Mother being a SkyWing and his Father being a RainWing. He is unable to change his scale color, which he is fine with. After being mysteriously enchanted/cursed, he was more irritable since was constantly feeling some sort of uncomfortable pains, which he couldn’t figure out the cause of. And the scars he later earned after meeting Executioner did not help, they hurt, a lot. He avoids Executioner and SunStealer as much as he physically can, to avoid loosing a few scales. Quetzal is very good friends with Hellebore, often joining her in adventures to find things. Even though Quetzal has fire, he barely uses it, as he learnt the hard way it is very painful and he feels like he’s burnt himself somehow. He once tried to eat paper as a dragonet.

Xiphactinus : Xiphactinus is a medium sized dragon, he is a SeaWing x NightWing, and he can’t speak aquatic despite him being a SeaWing hybrid. He was born in the NightWing Tribe, and found abandoned by a strange SeaWing when he was thrown in the ocean to be killed. He was taken to Drogonia and raised by the SeaWing who saved him, and also found out he can’t breathe underwater. He tries to speak to SunStealer, but gave up after he realized she wouldn’t respond to him, and he’d rather not loose a horn trying to talk to her sister. Xiphactinus tries to help Quetzal with his pain problems, but he also has no idea what to do, his method was practically drowning the poor fella in some ice. He is often found at shorelines and in the sea looking for pretty shells to gift to Hellebore or Urchin. His NightWing abilities are not very strong, since he was born on only one moon. It is very obvious to anyone in a mile radius he has the fattest crush on a NightWing named ClearMoon, he is constantly seen talking to her or someone is asking how many times he’s talked about her that day, he gifts her many many seashells. (She keeps all of them secretly)

I will start drawing the next batch of sillies when I can! It’ll be 6 more dragons who interact with everyone or almost everyone in this post and my first one, and maybe I’ll draw a gooberish doodle of Xiphactinus and ClearMoon.

#wof design #wings of fire #sketch #wof hybrid #silly sketches

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anxiousgaypanicking · 2 years

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

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This is part five.

Masterlist

Logan's leg jumps under his seat, bouncing anxiously as he attempts to listen to the professor in front of him. There's an uncomfortable pit in his stomach that's been there for the past two weeks, as Remus hadn't reached out to him at all.

Granted, Logan made no effort to initiate conversation with him either, but after leaving Remus stranded in his limo outside of his work, Logan didn't really feel it was his place. He made the assumption that if Remus wanted to continue their working relationship even after Logan refused to quit his actual job, he'd say so. But that sort of mindset was making Logan feel horrible as Remus's silence was all he was met with.

A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump suddenly, which is met with laughter from Janus.

"Why so jumpy, L?" Janus muses, though it's an actual question. Logan isn't typically one who'd be described as "easy to startle." He was normally too aware of his situation to be caught off guard, unless his mind was caught up in some sort of dilemma.

And, if it was, Janus wanted to know what said dilemma was about.

However, Logan just sighs when he sees it's Janus, before turning back to the professor. "It's nothing," he insists, but his leg is back to bouncing. "I'm just... thinking."

"About what?"

"About a problem." Logan's vagueness earns an unamused look from Janus, who's looking Logan up and down, clearly expecting something more than that. Catching Janus's eye, Logan sighs again, and thinks for a moment.

"Would you..." Logan begins, before hesitating. He rewords and adjusts the sentence in his mind, before trying again. "Would you sacrifice assured safety for surplus financial security? Even if it was risky, and you had no clue how long that financial security will last?"

Janus stares at him, before going "you want my honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Yeah." Janus checks his nails, before adjusting his fingerless gloves. "I would. A surplus amount of financial security spent correctly can ensure future success. If you have enough to get a car, and then you lose your source of income, you'll have a whole new pool of jobs accessible to you just because you have a car." Janus glances back up at Logan, who's raised eyebrows and slight nodding seem to be the latter agreeing with him. "It's all about spending wisely, or ensuring you don't lose your current source of income, whatever that source may be."

Janus sounds like he's speaking from experience, and suddenly it hits Logan that he's never asked Janus his occupation, but before he can ask, he feels his phone vibrate.

His heart jumps, and it's embarrassing how quickly he goes to grab it. He hopes it's from Remus, but he has no idea what he wants Remus to say. Does he want Remus to call it quits, and solve Logan's work dilemma? Or does he want Remus to state that it's fine if Logan keeps his job and have everything go back to normal. Or, as normal having sex once a week could be.

Granted, it's not like they had sex every week, they've really only engaged sexually four times, with about an average of a week between those rendezvous. However, at least Remus would message him to fill the gaps. In the two weeks it's been since Logan climbed out of Remus's limo, he hadn't heard anything.

He unlocks his phone, and sure enough, it's Remus.

'whats ur favourite candy?'

Logan blinks at the question. Is that... is that it? Remus texts him for the first time in two weeks, and it's about candy? Logan doesn't know whether he should laugh or scream. So he does neither, taking a deep breath instead and willing away the excess amount of emotions that are building up inside of him.

'I don't have one.' Logan types out, and he hesitates before sending it. It's the truth, but was Remus looking to try and make small talk? If so, Logan's response wasn't going to make it easy for him.

But, he doesn't want to lie. There was no point in doing so, he believes, and so sends his message.

There's silence on Remus's end for a few minutes, before the response of 'really?? not one single candy??'

'I don't eat it much,' Logan replies, honest. 'I was always advised of the health concerns, and I don't have the money to buy some anymore anyway.'

With his mom being a doctor, one would think he was scared into believing candy was bad for him, but that simply wasn't true. As far back as he could remember, his mother was honest with him about the benefits and concern that come with candy consumption. She made sure to illustrate both the pros and cons, and when Logan would participate in trick-or-treating, she let him decide what to do with his candy.

Normally, he gave it away.

'well, are there any candies u dont like? asking for a friend'

Logan stares at the message, and then blinks as another one pops up stating 'im not really asking for a friend. its all for my benefit. and maybe urs later today ;)'

Wait- today? Logan chokes on his spit and quickly puts his phone down in his lap, turning quickly to cough into his elbow. He attempts to clear his throat and fails, and coughs again, tears pricking his eyes as he hits his chest once or twice and then clears his throat again.

He peeks at Janus who's staring at him, amused. Logan then turns to the professor, who makes direct eye contact with him, before shaking his head, and going back to scraping chalk against the board.

Holding his phone between his legs, in an attempt to hide what he was doing, he quickly types and then sends 'Today?' Logan had no time to prepare for this! He knows he doesn't look the greatest right now, especially because of the horrendous shift he worked the night before, but he also didn't have enough time to shower this morning. As someone who values proper hygiene, Logan feared Remus smelling the cheap grease and french fries on him, though he's somewhat assured by the fact Remus is already so strange, he might not comment on it.

Deep breath, rationalize. There's no need to catastrophize; this wouldn't be the first time Remus had seen him looking particularly disheveled. After all, Remus saw him after sex, and Logan believed he couldn't look any worse than he did after that.

Logan isn't sure how to respond, but luckily Remus sends another message before he can. A simple 'as long as ur okay with that.' And Logan can't help staring at the message.

Sure, Remus had stated from the get go that consent was important to him, but it still managed to surprise Logan every time he enforced it.

'Yeah, I'm okay with that.'

The reply is honest, and obviously over a message, but Logan can't help the flush that creeps onto his face as he sends it. Just the idea of seeing Remus was already getting him excited, even though he had no idea when he was coming.

Perhaps he'd pick Logan up from school again? That caused quite the spectacle that time, though Logan found he didn't mind all the attention on him. Or, on the contrary, would Remus pull up to Logan's shitty apartment, just like their first meeting?

Would neither happen and they go to Remus's mansion again?

There's a snap into his ear, and Logan turns to look at Janus, who's leaning in close. When he sees Logan's eyes are on him, he sighs, and falls fully back into his chair.

"You missed an entire page of notes," Janus says, waving a hand towards the professor, who's currently taking an eraser to the chalkboard, wiping away words Logan swore weren't there moments ago.

Logan just stares, confused and upset, before Janus continues with "don't worry, I took a picture of them. I'll send it to you. It's not like I study anyway."

"Thank you-"

"But what's going on with you today?" Janus is quick to interject again, not wanting Logan to fall back into his blank state. "You're normally not this... inattentive."

There's silence, before Logan merely shakes his head in responds, dismissively replying "It's nothing."

Janus clearly doesn't believe him. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," Logan reinforces, with a slight shake of his head. He needed to talk to Remus on how confidential they were supposed to keep this relationship. But, honestly, even if Remus says he can tell everybody he wants to, Logan would much rather keep it secret. Not that he's ashamed of his position or anything, but he'd rather not be looked down on for being desperate by his one friend.

Not that he believed Janus would necessarily judge him, but he did sometimes make awfully off-colour jokes, and Logan didn't really think he'd find jokes regarding his own living struggle funny.

Janus stares at him for a few more moments, before resolving himself to Logan's answer, slumping back in his chair. A glance his way shows he's typing on his phone, texting someone, on that shiny new phone. A sudden irritation hits him, as he realizes Janus has other friends, but he attempts to shrug it off.

He doesn't talk to Janus outside of school, what should.he care that Janus has other companions?

Maybe the pit in his stomach wasn't irritation so much as it was a surprise onslaught of loneliness.

As class is dismissed, Janus spares him a wave before walking off, leaving Logan on the curb outside of the building. He's unsure of whether or not to walk home, but as people clear out and either begin the walk back to their houses or get into their cars and speed off, he decides to begin the walk back to his house.

While walking, he hears a loud revving behind him, and Logan turns just in time to watch a motorcycle pull up beside him. It's lime green in colour, and has a large front wheel, with silver spokes acting as accents to the otherwise black and green colour scheme.

Logan does need the helmet to be able to tell who that tall, lean body belongs to (nor the horrible fashion sense), but there's still a bit of surprise that overtakes him when the large helmet is pulled off, revealing Remus, grinning wide.

"I figured this would be less obvious than pulling up in a limo," he explains, before Logan even has the time to get a question out. "I also wanted to give you time to get away from the crowd."

Logan doesn't respond, looking between Remus and the motorcycle.

"I also have a gift waiting for you back at my place," Remus adds, leaning against the handlebars now, his eyes half lidded but a grin on his face. Logan has no idea how to interpret it.

"A gift?" Logan finally manages to inquire, taking the smallest step closer to Remus's bike. He's scared to touch it, but he desires to run his fingers over the no doubt smooth texture of the metal. Honestly, Logan's fingers twitched to grasp the handlebars and drive it, but he has never ridden any sort of motorbike before, and could logically assume that'd end up horribly.

But, Remus notices, and laughs.

"Yes, a gift," he responds, adjusting his position and sitting up again. "And if you want it, you've got to hop on." He scoots forward, and fishes deep into his short pockets, before pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He puts them on, and then tosses Logan the helmet.

Logan stares at it, before he seems to process what Remus wants, and he quickly pulls it over his head.

Getting onto the motorcycle is a bit awkward, but Remus doesn't rush him, and after Logan's settled on the seats, he hears a muffled, but amused "hold on!" Before Remus cranks his wrist forward and the bike starts, pushing the kickstand up with the back of his ankle, and then the bike slowly accelerates, moving forward, as Remus leans ever so slightly to get them onto the road.

Remus's motorcycle has a big enough seat for both of them to sit comfortably, and a bit of back support that curls around ever so slightly, allowing Logan to lean back and keep his hands off of Remus if he so desires. But, Logan doesn't, and instead keeps his hands locked together around Remus's waist, front of the helmet pressed against Remus's back.

His eyes were wide open, though, and he watches as the trees and curb pass by in a blur, only slowing once or twice due to a few red lights.

When they finally turn down a newly-paved street, Logan's met with tall, sculpted fences lining what feels like miles worth of land separating one large house from another. If the buildings could even be described as houses.

Logan believes they look more like modern day mansions, giant buildings with pillars, nice landscaping, and a large road leading up to the front of the estate. The bike slows as they near they largest house on the street - if it can even be called a street - with the most space separating it from the other mansions.

Momentarily, Logan wonders if he screamed, if any of the other people living in this neighborhood would be able to hear him.

Remus slows almost to a stop as he inputs an absurdly long code on a box connected to the front gate, and then Logan watches as it slowly opens inwards. He expects to hear a creak or something, but there's nothing. Remus's hand reaches behind him to gently pat Logan's calf, before he accelerates forwards, up the solidly paved road leasing up to the building.

Logan sneaks a glance behind him and watches as the large gates slowly shut themselves.

Remus parks the bike outside, behind a nice, slick black car, and next to the limo Logan was becoming all too familiar with. Remus shuts the bike off, before taking his sunglasses off and swinging his left leg over, hopping off the bike. He then carefully pulls the helmet from Logan's head, and muses at his messy hair, while hanging the helmet from the handlebar. Then, without warning, his hands plant themselves on Logan's waist and suddenly he's picked up, and promptly thrown over Remus's shoulder.

"Wha-" Logan exclaims, face turning bright red at how easily he was picked up. For someone so scrawny, Remus was surprisingly strong.

"I can walk, you know,' Logan states, though he makes no move to even wiggle in Remus's grasp, staying slumped. He hears Remus laugh, before a hand gently rubs over his thighs. Turning a darker shade of red, Logan stops talking entirely, instead twisting his hands into the fabric of Remus's shirt.

The hand only moves once the front door is being pushed open, and they're walking into the mansion Logan's not so sure he'll ever be used to seeing.

Remus kicks the door shut behind him, and keeps walking, his hand coming to rest on Logan's ass this time, patting it affectionately before squeezing out of nowhere, which earns a surprised squeak.

As they progress through the halls, Logan starts to hear muffled voices and laughter, which only amplifies as a door is pushed open. Bright, golden light stings Logan's eyes, but what he's more so focused on is what's said as they walk in.

"Oh, hey! You brought the cutie back!"

Despite the one interaction Logan's had with him, he can easily tell it's Roman, a mixture of genuine surprise and teasing flirtation in his voice. Logan didn't know whether or not he liked the fact that with this angle, Roman was staring at his ass. Or that he could identify Logan based off of it.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring him by again," Roman then adds, followed by what sounds like something slapping fabric, and a dramatic "what? I'm not good enough for you?"

That causes Logan to freeze, going completely still. He recognized that voice; it's even more familiars than Roman's is.

"Anyway, Remus, you finally got another baby?" That question is more genuine than his previous statement, and Logan's bitterly reminded that Remus has had other sexual partners before him. But he's unsure why that reminder irks him so much.

He's drawn out of his thoughts with a harsh slap to his ass, which makes Logan yelp and his face to go red, more so now that he knows exactly who he's standing in front of. Before he can even respond to anything, though, he's being gently maneuvered off of Remus's shoulder, and set flat on the ground.

He's facing Remus's chest, but he can hear one of them sit up, and he feels a wave of humiliation rush over him as he awkwardly turns around, and ends up face to face with Janus.

The latter is staring at him, unsurprised, but otherwise unreadable. There's silence, for a moment, before Janus just groans.

"Fuck, of course!" he curses, leaning back onto Roman's chest, who happily wraps his arms around his body. "I bet Virgil money you were a stripper!"

"What?"

Finally, Janus cracks a grin. "I'm joking. Not about the bet, that was real." He waves his hand dismissively, before continuing with "I should have expected this, though. When both of the twins gushed about Remus's new, submissive nerd, it sounded too much like you, so much so I'm surprised you weren't my first thought."

Logan stammers, struggling to process this. Roman and Remus both talk about him, they've talked about him to Janus, and Janus agrees with the consensus he's submissive?

"I'm...." Logan sighs, arms wrapping around his midsection. "Overwhelmed."

There's immediate silence, and for a moment Logan worries if his honesty just ruined the playful mood everyone else seemed to be in. He didn't regret it, of course, as he knew that expressing the way he felt was healthy, but he was starting to doubt whether or not this was an appropriate situation to do such in.

Remus's hand lands on his lower back, though, as he states "okay. That's okay. We can stop with the teasing if you want. What can I do to help you?"

"I just need time. And space. To process... this." He can't even manage a smile at Janus, so he looks away from him altogether. He didn't feel judged or anything; Janus was a non-judgemental person. Additionally, he seemed to he in the same situation Logan was in! It was merely the fact Logan didn't expect this. He couldn't predict it. And now he was caught off guard by the variables suddenly (and metaphorically) slapping him in the face and reminding him that people have lives outside of his.

How come he had never bothered to ask Janus more about his personal life? They were friends, after all. Is that what friends did?

He doesn't process Remus is taking his hand until he's gently tugged to the side, and Logan lets himself follow, only turning his head back upwards once Janus and Roman's quiet voices fade completely, and they're back at Remus's room.

"Thanks for announcing your feelings," Remus says, as he closes the door behind them. Logan expects bitterness, or at the very least annoyance, but Remus just sounds genuine. "I wasn't aware y'all knew each other. If so, I probably would have warned you before we went inside."

"It's fine. I'm not uncomfortable with him anyway."

Remus flops down onto the bed, and Logan hears a crack coming from him, followed by Remus pulling the now-snapped sunglasses out of his pocket and pouting. He tosses the pieces to the floor after a moment, however, and then turns back to Logan. "Feel free to sit wherever. On the floor, on the bed. On my face." He winks while saying that last part, and while normally Logan would explain that there'd be no reward doing that for either of them while fully clothed, he stays quiet, and crawls onto the bed next to Remus.

Remus smiles at him, before going "so, if you're fine with Janus, why are you overwhelmed?"

Logan stares back at him, watching intensely as Remus rolls onto his side, and then onto his stomach, before pulling himself closer so his head is on Logan's lap.

He tilts it upwards in order to stare Logan in the face and await his answer.

Thinking for a moment, Logan's silent, before he attempts to vocalize his thoughts. "I'm not exactly sure," is his preface, just in case what he says doesn't make sense. He's never really been good with feelings, and while negative ones were a lot easier to express, they were harder to analyze and further explain.

"But," he continues, a hesitant hand coming to rest in Remus's hair. He very slowly runs his fingers through the messy strands, but upon Remus's eyes fluttering closed, he becomes more confident with the affectionate motions. "But I guess I just wasn't expecting him to be here. It caught me off guard. I could deal with Roman, because he's your brother. I've met him. But Janus? He never told me he was a sugar baby."

"Well, did you ever ask?"

Logan's mouth goes dry, but he defensively states "I didn't even know what that was until about a month ago!"

Remus smiles.

"And then- and then hearing that you guys talk about me? I'm not surprised, I guess it's a uniquely common profession between you and Roman, but why is it that Janus has heard about me, and I haven't heard anything about him?"

"Roman's got a big mouth." Remus's response is somewhat joking, but he does push himself up so that he and Logan are sitting face to face. "And I did mention Janus. I just didn't say his name."

"Or any defining character traits."

Remus laugh, and repeats "or any defining character traits. What was I supposed to say? He's got vitiligo and he's an asshole? I'm sure that describes a handful of people."

Logan huffs, before sucking in a deep breath. Remus was right, he did mention Janus, and in a situation like this he could understand why they wouldn't say Janus's name with him around. They clearly didn't say his. Maybe some sort of confidentiality agreement?

Logan briefly wonders if he should have signed a contract or something.

"Do you want your gift now?" Remus then blurts out, staring at Logan wide-eyed. "I understand you're overwhelmed, and maybe a bit upset, and I'm sure you can talk to Janus alone about all of this shit later, but how about we turn that big brain of yours off for a bit, and we have a little fun? That might help distract you."

"That was an awful segue."

Despite criticizing Remus's horribly poor initiation skills, Logan doesn't push Remus's hands away when they fins his hips, or when he's being kissed. It's a lot gentler than Logan expects it to be, and with all the softness, Logan has to pull away, touching his fingers to his upper lip where Remus's mustache hairs were tickling it.

Remus snickers, before he reaches behind Logan to his nightstand, opening up a drawer. He ends up pulling out a small box, and a bottle of lube.

The lube makes Logan blush, as everything even remotely having to do with sex seems to do, but he looks at the box curiously. It's wrapped up in black wrapping paper, and tied with blue ribbon, and after a few moments of staring at it, Remus pushes it towards him..

Taking the hint, Logan unties the ribbon, before pulling the lid off the box. He's confused, for a moment, about the contents, but it seems to click in his head seconds later.

"Oh..." he breathes, as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks. He can't even spare a glance in Remus's direction, too flustered to be able to handle the no doubt proud grin donning Remus's face.

"Do you like it?" Remus asks, as his fingers dip within the box to pull the object out. Its a thin black collar, adorned with silver accents, and a cute blue bell attached to the front. There's also a small, but noticeable silver box at the end of the collar that'll be pressed against Logan's neck when it's put on. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to be noticeable.

"I know you enjoyed the idea of a collar, as evidenced by the last time I saw you," Remus explains, as he also pulls a long, black leash from the box. Using the loop on the collar, Remus fastens them together, and then shows it off. "So, I decided to splurge a bit and get one custom made for you." Remus flicks the bell, causing a high pitched jingling sound to ring from it.

Unfastening the clamp in the back, Remus holds it up to Logan's face. "Do you want to try it on?"

Logan can't find his voice for a moment, but he finally clears his throat and answers "sure," unsure of how to properly express the pleasant knot swelling in his stomach.

Remus's rough hands slide over his throat as he works to fasten the collar behind Logan's head. He sticks a finger between the band and Logan's neck, and the thing becomes tight enough for Logan to let out a gasp.

Seemingly satisfied, Remus moves away, and then tilts Logan's head up with his fingers in order to inspect the way Logan's slender throat pushed against the collar.

"It's cute," Remus comments, before swiping at the bell and listening to it jingle, releasing hold of Logan's chin. "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Logan stupidly responds, hand shooting up to press against the collar. He's speechless. When Remus said he had a gift for him, he definitely didn't expect this! But, as Logan's brain finally catches up, he realizes Remus looks a little concerned.

Worry? Skepticism? Did Logan spot insecurity those reddish-brown eyes?

"I'm serious," Logan then adds. "I do like it. And, though I believe the definition of 'cute' relies on the perspective of the observer, I'd say that, at least in my eyes, the collar can be defined as such." He doesn't know why seeing Remus look doubtful unnerves him, but after he speaks, that little bit of vulnerability seems to be gone. Whether or not it was being masked or was actually soothed by Logan's words was a puzzle Logan couldn't quite figure out.

When Remus smiles wider, Logan feels a little bit of tension melt from his shoulders, before Remus's fingers slowly travel down the expanse of the leash. Logan watches, almost entranced, before Remus is planting a hand onto his chest and shoving him down.

The steady hold keeps him there, but then Remus loops the leash around his knuckles to shorten it, and then tugs. Hard.

Logan feels his neck be lifted ever so slightly off the bed, but his head falls back. There's pressure on the sides of his neck, and there's that strangely good feeling of Logan's blood flow being interrupted. Maybe it's the sadistic gleam in Remus's eyes, or the feeling of being totally out of control, but something about the situation induces a lewd reaction from Logan, his thighs pressing together to hide his growing arousal while he lets out a pathetic, choked off moan.

Remus looks delighted.

"God, you're so hot," Remus states, as he loosens his hold on the collar, watching the way Logan head falls against the bed, rattling the bell which chimes eagerly. "You don't even have to try. You just exist at a constantly desperate state, huh? You want to be hurt by me, don't you? Want to be touched?"

"Yes," Logan moans, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks in deep breath after deep breath. They shoot open, though, when Remus's hand slips under his shirt, pushing it up enough to show off his nipples.

Remus then leans down, and trails his tongue up Logan's body. Logan watches with flustered eyes as Remus stops at his nipples, before wrapping his lips around one of them.

His tongue swipes over the bud, and he seems pleased by the soft moan Logan lets out in response, though the bit of squirming it earns him is surprising.

"Remus-" Logan gasps, hands finding Remus's hair, and it feels as though Logan is trying to push him away. "Remus, wait." He sound's breathy and whiny,

Remus pulls away.

"You okay?" he asks, licking his lips, before watching as Logan's hands come to cover his nipples. Logan just lets out an embarrassed whine in response, but Remus can already tell what happened, and he's more than thrilled.

"What's your colour?" Remus asks, and upon hearing a pathetic "green," Remus gets right into the dirty talk. "Are your nipples sensitive? Must be from all of those years of deprivation. How good does it make you feel when they're sucked on, huh? What if I were to bite them?" Logan moans loud at the idea, while Remus teasingly traces his finger down to circle around Logan's bulge.

The scene pauses for a moment, though, before Remus goes "Logan, I need you to answer me honestly. Can I degrade you?"

At this, Logan dares open his eyes, mostly to just make eye contact with Remus.

"Degrade? Like... disrespect?"

Remus laughs, before pressing a kiss to Logan's stomach. "Actually, more like insults. But mainly sexual ones. It'd be mean and completely untrue, but some people are into vulgar words being thrown at them,"

Logan hesitates, and Remus rubs his thigh comfortingly. "We don't have to do it. You're allowed to day no-"

"I want to try it."

Remus stops, immediately silenced by Logan's proclamation. He's smiling, but just to make double check, he asks "are you sure?" That earns a desperate "yes," from Logan, and Remus internally muses at his little experimentalist.

"Alright slut," Remus begins, as he forces Logan's arms back above his head in order to properly get his shirt off. His hands then work their way down to Logan's pants, rather impatiently tugging them down and tossing them away. Logan's boxers follow suit.

"Aw, is your pathetic cock leaking already?" Remus coos, as he reaches his hand forward to gently smear Logan's precum down the expanse of his cock. "You must have really liked me playing with your nipples."

Logan's hips buck into Remus's hand, only for Remus to pull it away, momentarily depriving Logan of touch.

"Ah-ah," Remus tuts, as his hands find themselves on Logan's waist, both moving to support him. "Silly pet. You only get pleasure when I say you get pleasure. Do you understand?"

Logan moans, and suddenly Remus is yanking the leash again, drawing a pleased cry from Logan's mouth. Wrapping the leash around his knuckles repeatedly, he uses it to pull Logan's head off the mattress, momentarily admiring the drool running down Logan's chin and that excited gleam in his eyes.

"Do you understand?" Remus repeats, voice low, and Logan moans again.

He chokes out a "yes! yes, I understand," which is immediately acknowledged by Remus cooing at him, petting his hair and placing a kiss to the corner of Logan's mouth.

Remus then flips Logan around, adjusting the collar and then shoving Logan's face and chest into the mattress. He raises Logan's ass into the air, squeezing his upper thighs, before his hands pull away.

When Logan lifts his head to try and see what Remus is doing, his face is promptly shoved back into the mattress. So, clearly getting the message, Logan keeps it there.

He has to turn it to the side at the very least in order to breathe, but after hearing the sound of a cap opening, he knows what to expect.

He sucks in an excited breath, as if bracing himself, hyper-aware of the way the collar rests against his throat. It's tight enough to be constantly noticeable, and enough to prevent him from sucking in breaths that are too deep, but Logan found that aspect rather attractive. More so than he probably should have.

Something lukewarm presses against his hole, and Logan's surprised to feel not the familiar press of fingers, but instead the wider tip of Remus's cock.

"No prep?" Logan asks, curious.

"You really think a slut like you needs prep?" comes Remus's scratchy reply, slapping the side of Logan's thigh surprisingly hard. Logan flushes. "You've taken my cock enough times that I bet you'll spread like a whore for me."

"Are you sure?"

Logan's unconvinced response causes Remus to pause, before he's leaning over Logan and pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades.

Whispering, Remus responds "I'm sure. I've also used extra lube. If you feel any pain at all, just tell me, okay?"

Logan relaxes almost instantaneously, sighing out "okay." Remus has had sex more times than he had, so it was enough assurance that Remus believed he'd be okay for Logan to ultimately trust him. Surely, he'd know what would be okay. It'd be bad business to horribly injure your client, after all.

One of Remus's hands settle firmly on his waist, while the other once again loops the leash around it.

"Ready, bitch?" Remus grunts, though he doesn't wait for a response as he proceeds to push into Logan immediately after. Admittedly, he goes slow, but that doesn't stop from jolting Logan, who grips the mattress tightly, moaning loudly.

"See? I told you you could take it," Remus then muses, as he pushes himself all the way in. He squeezes Logan's thighs so tightly it hurts. But, Remus was right. Aside from a little anxiety, Remus's cock slides into him embarrassingly easily.

Luckily, Remus waits a few moments to allow Logan to take a few deep breaths, before suddenly the leash is being yanked, forcing Logan's head up with a moan, as Remus's thrusts suddenly start up, fast and brutal.

It's rougher than anything Remus has done thus far, but it feels so good, so much so Logan's eyes roll back into his head, drool dripping down his chin.

"Are you liking it, whore? Huh?" Remus asks, pulling tighter on the leash. Logan's unaware of the dumb smile he has on his face, choking out a barely audible moan, but that's not good enough for Remus. "Answer me," Remus then grits into Logan's ear, fully aware of the fact Logan's unable to.

"Ye- yes," Logan just barely manages to get out, followed by a surplus amount of coughing and gasping as Remus eases his hold on the leash. "Please, fuck," Logan curses, as he proceeds to shove his face back into the mattress. His legs spread further, drool smearing nastily over his chin.

Tears grace his eyes as Remus thrusts into his prostate, crying out pathetically as his eyes squeeze shut. Calculated yet sporadic, Remus was a sexual contradiction, an oxymoron in physical form, and a powerhouse of pleasure when it related to assaulting Logan's inexperienced body. The pleasure was intense, more so amplified by the fact his blood flow could be cut off at Remus's will. It was unexpected; it was completely outside of his control. And while, normally, he'd attempt to understand and work to control every variable around him, he found he didn't mind giving up control to Remus as much as he thought he might.

There was just something so appealing about someone so unpredictable being in control of Logan's well-being.

He feels Remus's nails dig into his waist. "Am I making you feel good?" Remus taunts, though he sounds sure of himself as he speaks. A groan seeps into his voice, and Logan moans at the fact he's making Remus feel good too.

"I must be," Remus then adds, with a grunt, "if your noises are any indication."

Logan let's out an incoherent whine, arms outstretched as his nails dig into the mattress. Warmth twists in his abdomen, and sweat forms on his forehead, as Remus leans over his back. His hot breath fans across Logan's neck, before soft kisses are being pressed to the skin, staying weary of the collar.

"So pretty," Remus coos, into Logan's ear. "What a gorgeous, pathetic slut." Remus's hand wraps around Logan's body, fingers curling around Logan's length. He pumps Logan's shaft quickly, grinning as Logan cries out in added pleasure, momentarily tightening around Remus's own cock.

"Say that you're close," Remus then commands, nipping at Logan's earlobe. "I want to know how quickly your sensitive body gets worked up. How good at sex am I? Good enough to have you coming within minutes."

That was a bit of an exaggeration, but the hyperbolic insult directed specifically at Logan's low stamina makes him acutely aware of the fact he was moments away from coming.

"Please," Logan begs, gasping in a throat-full of air. "I'm so close."

"Tell me you need to come."

"I need- I need to come!"

Remus is silent afterwards, and Logan's unsure of whether or not he's supposed to. God forbid he disobey Remus, though his overwhelming desire to attain release is pressing, but moments later Remus is huskily whispering "go on. Make a mess of yourself for me," and Logan's coming hard over Remus's fingers.

Before he can even process it, those same fingers are then being shoved into his mouth, and Logan cringes at the bitter taste.

But at Remus's command of "suck," Logan finds himself listening, whining as he drags his tongue across Remus's digits, cleaning his own sexual secretions off of Remus's hand. He lets his eyes flutter closed once more as he works to clean the fingers off completely, whining with each thrust that continues to stimulate his oversensitive body, before Remus is pulling out and Logan feels his come suddenly splatter against his ass and thighs.

The idea of milky-white come painted over his body makes him whine again, before Remus pulls his fingers out.

With a soft chuckle, Remus gropes Logan's thighs a final time, before encouraging him to slump onto the bed.

"You okay?" Remus murmurs, as he lays beside Logan.

Panting, Logan shoves his fingers between the collar to try and distance it between his neck, before shifting as he feels the leash tickle his back.

"Can you take the leash off, please?" comes Logan's response.

Remus doesn't answer, but Logan feels the rough drag of Remus's finger padding drag across his neck, though it's clear he's attempting to be gentle, before the leash unhooks.

Carelessly, Remus tosses it over the side of the bed. "Is the collar okay, or do you want to take it off too?" he then asks, voice gruff as he attempts to be quiet. Logan is surprised by how much he finds he likes it.

"The collars fine," Logan whispers, and he blinks slow. "Are we going to shower?"

"No."

"But... we're dirty."

Remus snickers. "No, you're dirty. And you could use a nap, or just time to lounge for a bit. We can shower after." There's silence for a moment, before Remus adds "besides, I like how you smell after sex. Sweaty, musky; you don't smell like heavy soap. It's less artificial. Plus, you smell like me."

Logan feels his face heat up. He didn't understand the appeal of being sweaty at all, and he's positive any normal person would appear that smelling cleaner was preferred. But Remus wasn't normal, and Logan found he appreciated that Remus not only didn't expect perfection, but didn't seem to like it much either.

Relaxing, Logan lets himself lay carelessly in Remus's hold, as Remus's fingers pet Logan's front.

It's comforting, and admittedly, Remus's distraction worked. As Logan drifts off into a heavy slumber, he doesn't even realize that Roman and Janus are the last things on his mind. And he doesn't even bother thinking about how he's going to handle it when he wakes up.

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Nightmare in Miami

Lando (mainly) x reader

Warnings: violence and assault, domestic abuse, alcohol and mentions of sex.

Note: in no way domestic abuse it’s the fault of the victim, they will never be the ones responsible. Haven’t proof read and the spacing sis a bit odd because of the app 🙄, will return to fix that later.

It had been a while since you’ve seen your childhood friends, well they were actually your brother’s friends but they had always welcomed you as another one of the pack when you went to see them karting, and now that they’d come to the east coast of the us, so close to your new home you had to go see them.

You packed your stuff and got yourself and your boyfriend Scott to Miami for the F1 Grand Prix.

As you were settling in your hotel room a knock on the door interrupted your unpacking.

“Hey sis” Max entered the room hugging you tight ”Hi mate” he bumped fists with your boyfriend, it was the second or third time they’ve met and it was easy to see Max wasn’t a big fan of his, you rolled your eyes at his lame jealous brother reaction towards Scott.

”so, are you ready for the weekend? Everyone’s super excited to see you again”

“I’m excited too, I’ve missed this so much.”

“Great! So this afternoon I have a couple of interviews and then I’ll pick you up so we can have a proper brother and sister dinner” he made sure to emphasize the fact that it was going to be just the two of you. You rolled your eyes again and hugged him goodbye.

You spend the rest of the afternoon walking around the hotel with Scott, until Max came to pick you up and took you to a fancy restaurant close to the marina.

“How are you?” He asked paying close attention to every single micro reaction in your face.

“I’m good” you said, a bit confused by his question, you had been talking for almost 2 hours and he was asking this?

“I mean, are you happy?” He said in a serious tone.

“Yes, I am, why are you asking?” This was all too weird.

“I know sometimes I come across too protective…”

“¡No shit!” You said in a mocking tone, a soft breathy laugh left your brother.

“I know” he rolled his eyes “and I know I haven’t been the most welcoming to Scott, but there’s something about that guy… I don’t know, I don’t like him”

“That’s good, ‘cause we would have a problem fighting over the same man” you joked, still unaware of how concerned Max was about you and your relationship.

“I’m serious y/n, I don’t want you to get hurt… again”

“That won’t happen, ok?” You were serious now, you had been trying to keep Lando’s name out of your mouth and your mind, it had been a troublesome relationship, for a second, flashes of tears, screams and a terrifying fist fight between Max and Lando crossed your mind, both of you were too young and intense for your own good.

“We are not the same kids anymore, I know what I’m doing. And on that topic, I know you and Lando have a good relationship now” you were impressed of how easy and casual his name left your mouth, you had been so nervous about seeing him again but you had to play it cool especially in front of Scott, he knew about your story with him after your best friend drunkenly told him about it and how amazing and intense it had been, so it was fair to say he wasn’t thrilled to see you and your ex reunited.

“Please, don’t let me being here ruin that, if it helps, he called to apologize once”

“What?”

“Yes, he probably had 2-3 beers, he was drunk af and called me to apologize for being such an ass, he’s a good guy, we were too young to know what we were doing”

“Ok, just returning to Scott, be careful, ok?”

“I will” he caressed your hand and asked for the check.

______ S A T U R D A Y——

Terrible, was an understatement of how the previous night had been. Projectile vomiting and toilet visits every couple of minutes had you all dizzy and weak.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Scott asked for the hundredth time.

“I’m good, it’s just a case of sensitive stomach, I will be fine, you go with Max and enjoy the day, two paddock passes shouldn’t be wasted just because my body can��t handle seafood”

“Ok, call me if you need anything”

Scott left with Max and you followed the practice and the quiali through your tv, while receiving calls from both your boyfriend and you brother every once in a while. By the end of the day you were feeling much better and you were able to make it to dinner with both of them, checo and his wife, Gerry and Christian.

———- S U N D A Y ————

“Y/n!!!” A súper smiley Daniel Ricc lifted you and spun you around “oh my god! It’s been so long, how are you?”

“I’m god Dan, it’s so nice to see you” it was indeed, of all the teammates your brother have had he was by far your favorite, even when they had their problems Dan had always been so nice to you and your brother.

After a short minute of catching up with Dan you continued your way to the Red Bull hospitality, you were almost there when your eyes caught a frame you knew very well, not only because the memories of your nails scratching his shoulders were imprinted in your mind, but because he had been your biggest love, you always claimed it was your teenage hormones who made you think you’ll love him forever but deep down you knew Lando would always have a special place in your heart.

“You ok?” Scott turned to look at you when you slowed down your pace almost to a stop.

“Yes, I just got something in my shoe” you took it off and shook it a bit looking discreetly through your lashes. As soon as the curly haired guy was out of sight you got your shoe back on and continued your walk to the Red Bull garage.

The race was going great, you brother had the win in his pocket, it was all going smoothly when suddenly a McLaren collided with an alpha Tauri and ended crashing against the wall, your heart stopped for a second and you felt your stomach fall to your feet.

“Norris has crashed against the wall, that’s a yellow flag” you heard the engineer through your headphones, you felt the urge to run out the garage to make sure Lando was ok, but you could only look at the screen in front of you waiting for an update.

He exited his car and you paid extra attention to his walk back to the garage trying to figure out if he was ok, he didn’t take his helmet off which meant he was mad but physically he seemed fine.

After that incident the race ran smoothly, your brother was celebrating at the top of the podium and you couldn’t be happier to be there to see him.

After the race you went to the hotel to change your clothes to go to the nightclub where the drivers were going to party after the race. You got a little dark blue dress on, some high heels and your hair up in a messy ponytail.

“You look good” Scott said in a tone that confused you a bit, it was a compliment but at the same time it sounded bitter and dry.

“Thanks” you decided not to pay attention to the comment and made your way to the nightclub.

You entered the club at the opposite side of the entrance you could see your party, Charles, Dani, Yuki, Max, Pierre and Lando,

You approached the table and as soon as Dani saw you he hugged you hard again, just like he had done at the paddock, you said your hellos to the rest of the drivers, even Lando seemed happy to see you there and you felt relieved to see he was ok, there was some tension between him and Pierre but the party seemed to be going very well.

You had a couple of tequila shots to celebrate your brother’s win, even when you knew it was a dangerous decision since you just had been eating tiny portions trying not to upset your stomach again, but it was too late, your face was warm and you felt a rush run through your body.

You were having a great time chatting with all the drivers but your boyfriend didn’t seem too happy, he was serious, taking sips from his beer every once in a while, Yuki being the nice guy he was tried to talk to him but Scott wasn’t having it, you could see in his face all the attention you were receiving from your brother’s friends was bothering him, specially when it was Lando who was talking to you. You didn’t want to ruin your brother's celebration so you decided to stop the interactions with the drivers and turned to dance with Scott.

While you were dancing with your boyfriend you saw Lando’s jaw tense as Scott’s hands ran through your body, even noticed when he slammed his glass a bit too hard on the table when your boyfriend pulled you from your ass to kiss your lips. His reactions making you feel something weird inside, you were pleased to see you weren’t the only one still invested in the relationship even when it had been years since it had ended.

A couple of songs later a familiar tune came from the speakers, you broke your dance with Scott and turned around looking for Lando, everyone cheered at the table and started singing to Friday from the Riton.

Lando knew this was his opportunity and held you by the waist while you both jumped to the beat of the song, in one of those jumps you stepped over an ice cube that had fallen from the table and slipped, Lando caught you just in time before you completely lost your balance and he pulled you up holding you tight against his chest, for a second it was only you and him, both your chests moving against each other, your face so close to his you could feel his warm breath brush against your skin.

“Are you ok” Scott’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Yes, I’m good” you said, stepping away from Lando who for a second refused to let you go.

“Are you sure, it’s your foot ok?” Lando asked without letting you go completely.

“Yes, thanks” you turned to look at him, you stared into his eyes a second to long and everyone noticed, even Scott who was standing behind you.

“Maybe it’s time we go back to the hotel” Scott took your hand a bit too strong.

“I’m ok” you said, turning to look at him.

“I really think we should go, you were very sick yesterday and I think you should rest before our flight tomorrow” his tone was a bit harsh and some of the guys around the table turned to look at you. you knew if you wanted to avoid an even more uncomfortable situation you had to leave with him now.

“You’re right, babe, let’s go” you turned to look at your brother “congratulations Maxi, I’m so proud for you” you hugged him and he held you close

“Is everything ok?” His tone was so serious you tensed just by imagining what could happen if he knew you were leaving just because your boyfriend was jealous.

“Yes, everything's fine” You said your goodbyes to the drivers trying to ignore the fact that your boyfriend just held his hand up as a goodbye to everyone and walked towards the door with you following close behind him.

You hopped on your Uber without saying a word to each other but you knew he was pissed.

“Everything ok?” You risked it and finally asked

“Not here” he just said without looking at you and you kept quiet the rest of the ride.

As soon as you entered your room the slamming of the door made you jump and made you turn to look at your boyfriend who seemed more than pised.

———-

Back at the club everyone felt uneasy about the situation, Lando had a terrible feeling inside him that something was wrong and he couldn’t shake it away.

“Mate, you need to calm down” Charles said after Lando almost dropped his glass for the third time in just a couple of minutes.

“You don’t feel like we shouldn’t have allowed y/n leave with that guy?”

“Not gonna lie, I didn’t like the way he talked to her but we don’t know him and maybe that’s his usual tone”

“I don’t know, I feel like we should check up on her or something”

“Well you could text her, just to make sure everything’s all right”

“You’re right” he took his phone and texted you.

“Hi y/n, I don’t want to disturb but I just wanted to make sure you made it to the hotel alright and that you’re ok”

———————

“Wharts your problem?” you said when Scott threw his jacket hard against the closet.

“Seriously?” He was so mad his face was red and the veins from his neck and arms looked like they were about to burst. “You think it’s ok that I have to see you flirt with your brother’s friends all night? and not only that, I have to just stand there while you and your ex party like I don’t even exist?”

“Are you serious!? They’re my friends! There’s nothing romantic going on with them and that thing with Lando happened years ago!”

“Well, from the way you fucking reacted when you saw him at the circuit this morning and after the crash, it seemed like you still have feelings for him” he got so close to you you could feel the heat coming from his body, you felt scared but you trusted he wouldn’t do anything crazy.

“Scott, you’ve got to be kidding me! I spent most of the night with you, they tried to have a conversation and all you did was shut them out, like you always do. Oh and what happened with Lando was a freaking accident!”

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” He punched the wall behind your head which made you scream, you have had some issues with his jealousy before but never to this level, he had never been this aggressive. “The way he was looking at you and you were looking at him, you’ve never looked at me like that!”

You felt your smartwatch vibrate and the notification shined on the tiny screen

Maxi: “y/n you at the hotel yet? All good?”

“Is that your stupid speed racer?” Scott spat

“It’s Max” you took out your phone from your bag and saw another notification arriving, a text from Lando asking if you were ok, you tried to play it cool and answered as fast as you could.

“Yes, all good. Thanks!” You typed back to both

“Oh, go ahead, keep fucking texting with your lover like we’re not having a fucking conversation right now!” He yelled as he took a water bottle that was on the nightstand and threw it across the room causing it to break and spill all over the carpet and the window.

“You need to stop with all this nonsense!” You were a bit scared, you had never seen him this mad and out of his mind, you walked towards the door but he got between you and the only exit.

“How am I supposed to be ok with you being a whore with all your “friends”? You don’t think I know what they were thinking when you were dancing around with that tiny dress?”

“Don’t you dare to call me a whore ever again!” Now you were screaming.

Your watch lit up again which made him loose it even more.

“Go ahead! Answer your boyfriends text, he’s probably begging for you to go bend over for him or to suck him dry, he surely knows about all your tricks” you took a quick look at the notification

Norris: “Good, it was so nice to see you today, I hope to see you soon xx”

“It's Max!” You lied and deleted the notification from the watch.

“Then show me your phone, prove me wrong!” He walked towards you in a menacing way

“No! What the fuck’s wrong with you?!”

“Show me!” He threw himself at you and tried to take your phone. You turned to hide it from him without realizing you had accidentally dialed Lando from the whatsapp app.

——————

“It’s her” Lando’s eyes lit up when your name appeared on the screen “hi y/n…” his answer got interrupted with the sounds of you screaming and struggling with someone.”y/n are you ok?!” He screamed to his phone making the rest of the table turn to look at hi

“What happened?!” Max approached him, “Lando, what's happening?!” He tried to take the phone from him but the call ended right before he could put it to his ear.

“We need to go to the hotel” Lando took his jacket and the rest of the drivers followed him.

—————-

Scott had you restrained against the bathroom door, you still had your phone in your hand.

“Scott you’re hurting me, please stop!” You begged when his knee pressed hard between your legs to keep you steady against the door and his hand almost crushed your hand around the phone.

“Let go of the fucking phone” he yelled to your face.

“Please stop” you started to cry, this was too much, you had to give it to him or he was surely going to break one of your fingers.

You knew fighting him over a phone was stupid, he was bigger and stronger, and all the messages there were pretty innocent to your understanding, but the fact that he would mess with your privacy was something you were pissed about.

“Ok fine” you yelled as you threw the phone behind him, trying to get him away from you.

“See, how hard was that?” He finally let go of you and walked towards the phone. He unlocked it with no problem, now it hit you how stupid were you by allowing him to register his fingerprint on your phone, you believed him when he told you it was just easier that way, he could be able to play music in the car or to answer a text when you were driving, but now you knew it was just him trying to get easy access to your phone.

Even more tears fell from your eyes as you realized the sick and toxic relationship you were in, you always thought of yourself as a smart, strong, independent woman but now seeing the guy standing in front of you go trough your phone, the messy room and the fear running through your body you were disappointed in yourself, how the hell did you ended up in here?

“Oh look what we have here, the last message it’s from no other than Lando fucking Norris” he looked your way with a mad man’s smile on his face and turned to read the message outloud, you knew this was the last straw for him as he walked towards you still looking at the phone, in a quick move you got inside the bathroom and locked the door

“Open the door y/n!” Scott started pounding hard, this was completely out of a horror movie.

—————-

The drivers exited the taxi outside the hotel lobby, Charles stood behind to pay for the ride as the rest of the drivers ran inside the hotel.

“Call the police” Max screamed to the shocked guy behind the lobby’s desk.

“Which room is she in?” Lando asked Max when they got to the elevators.

“437”

“Fuck it, this is taking too long” said Lando impatiently and ran towards the stairs followed by the drivers, he had never been the fitest or fastest but the anger made him get to the fourth floor in no time.

Turning right they followed the numbered signs, they were a couple of doors away when they heard the hard pounding and the loud screams,

Just the thought of you being inside there with Scott shouting his lungs out made Lando see red, he got to the door and started pounding hard on it.

“Open the door!” He shouted “open the fucking door” he kept on pounding.

“Fuck off!” Was all he got as an answer.

Max got there a couple of seconds later and searched trough his wallet taking a couple of key cards, he shuffled them in front of the doorknob

“Hurry!” Lando was out of his mind, worried sick because he couldn’t hear you.

“I am!” Max screamed back, he was loosing it too “she’s my sister, remember?”

“Not the time” said Daniel as he pushed open the door when he saw the green light turn on.

The moment that door swung open it all got crazier, Charles knew that even now that Lando was enraged he had no chances against the crazy man pounding at the bathroom door, so he held him hard knowing the rest of the guys would go to your rescue.

“What the fuck Charles, let me go!” Lando fought him for a second until Charles saw that Scott was being tackled away from the door by Pierre and Max, so he let him go,

“Go get her, she’s in the bathroom” Charles said to Lando running towards Scott who was being baten hard by Max and Pierre,

Charles and Daniel tried to hold back the other drivers, they knew if the other two kept hitting Scott like they were currently doing this all was going to end up in tragedy.

Inside the bathroom you were hiding between the bathtub and the toilet, covering your ears while tears rolled down your cheeks, this was a nightmare, how the hell did you ended up in this situation.

Suddenly the pounding on the door stopped, have you gone deaf? All you could hear was your heartbeat as if your heart was inside your head and the quick pase of your breath. A gentler knock on the door made you jump and you started to hyperventilate again.

“Y/n, it’s me, are you ok?, please open the door” a different voice spoke from the other side of the door, was he fooling you? Was this a trick?

“Y/n, please answer, please tell me you’re ok” you tried to ease your breath so you could hear properly the voice coming from the door.

“We need someone or something to open the door! Charles, call the lobby, ask for a key or something!” Now that you recognized the voice you were breathing again, you dragged yourself to the door, your legs and arms felt heavy and you could barely move, finally you made it to the door and with the last of your strength you unlocked it, falling to the ground in exhaustion.

“Y/n, baby,” it took all of Lando’s will to open the door carefully he wanted to rush to you but he knew you were probably behind it, when he saw you lying on the floor his heart was crushed and he started crying, he felt so guilty he had let you go with that monster, he took you in his arms and held your head to look at him, you where still crying and as soon as you saw his face you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you. He kissed your head a couple of times.

Max rushed to you, kneeling next to Lando.

“Sis, the ambulance it’s coming” he stroked your hair

“I’m ok” you said between sobs.

“Let them check you, ok?” Max said soflty and that was the last thing you heard before fainting, you were so tired and when you felt safe your body finally gave in.

—————— 1 week later————

You were finally on your way home, your head in Lando’s shoulder and your fingers intertwined, he had refused to leave your side ever since he held your body in that bathroom floor, only when your parents arrived from Mónaco and requested to talk to you he agreed to leave the room, but the rest of the time you had to spend in the US making declarations to the police, he stood by your side.

It was during these interrogations that you knew what happened after you lost consciousness.

The ambulance and the police arrived to the hotel and rushed to your room, the paramedics checked you first, you just had a couple of sprained fingers, a bruised rib and a mild lesion in your shoulder, then they checked on Scott who thanks to Dani and Charles was still alive, he got arrested and got rushed to the hospital.

All the drivers got called to declare and it became a big thing on the news, but at the end they let them go and Scott got charged with assault.

“How are you, baby?” Lando spoke soflty and kissed your forehead.

“Good, I just want to get home and forget this all happened” you looked at him and kissed him on the lips soflty.

“You guys need to stop doing that in front of me, and Norris, we’re talking when we get to Monaco” Max stood up and walked to the bathroom, he wasn’t thrilled about this situation reuniting you and Lando, but now he had seen how much Lando loved you and he was willing to give this another chance.

#lando norris smut #max verstappen #oneshot

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what i personally think would happen if the bllk characters were in alice in borderland

cause i love bllk and aib season two just came out and i love aib!! i was gonna make this earlier like before 2022 ended but i didn’t have enough time.

possible bllk manga spoilers & aib spoilers! read at your discretion D:

THE FIRST STAGE — REGULAR PLAYING CARDS

isagi yoichi, chigiri hyouma, bachira meguru, & kunigami rensuke !! — excels in club & spade games. and they’re a little group! just like arisu, chota, kurabe, and shibuki <;3 if you know what’s coming, sorry (i’m not)

isagi might not be physically strong but he has good endurance and is one of the more intelligent characters. actually, he might even pull off a low-mid difficulty diamond level game but he sticks to his strengths of clubs & spades. i feel like he’d lean closer to club games so he can work w others and form bonds w them if they all manage to survive! he’s trying his best and he really wanted to get back to the real world so he can tell his parents he’s okay, he thinks they’re worried sick about him and they are.

chigiri is just like isagi. he, isagi, kunigami, & bachira met in a club game and they made the fateful decision to team up! they’ve been together ever since. it was isagi’s first game- the others were still relatively new, but not a beginner like him. chigiri is still paranoid about his acl injury because the club & spade games are very physically demanding for him. but once he discovered how much he wanted to live, for his sister and his mother, he was able to overcome that mental block. i also think chigiri is able to pull off a low level diamond game if he’s lucky

bachira’s the one that keeps everyone’s spirits high! he’s agile and fast so spade games are right up his alley. he has no problem working w his three buddies so club games are also a personal preference of his. he likes to make light of every dark situation they might find themselves in; give them hope in hopeless times. the anchor of the group :( bachira once confessed he’s never negative and never gives up cause his mom would kick his ass if she found out he did. he wants to go back for her.

kunigami secretly finds spade games fun. they challenge him and he’s able to get stronger the more spade games he participates in. he also has no problem with the occasional diamond game either. he’s got a good head on him, why not use it? he, much like bachi, tries to keep the groups spirits up. but, unfortunately, kunigami got himself in a bit of a bind. he was a bit too selfless. he made the decision to sacrifice himself for isagi, chigiri, and bachira if it meant they could live. it was a hearts game. their visas were running out and they almost had no choice. isagi, chigiri, and bachira were the only survivors of their 13 person game.

who know what else this world has in store..

rin and sae itoshi — diamond and spade games galore!! these smart asses love a good diamond game and their physical strength shines in spade games.

despite the two of them never ever getting along, their new circumstance called, no, demanded for teamwork. they still had their arguments and disagreements, that’ll never change. but at least they cooperated during games. it was all they asked for each other.

sometimes they split to do other games alone and had a designated meetup spot. sae would try his hand at low level heart games and would be surprised to see how well he’d perform. rin attempted a club game on his own, he knew damn well working w his brother would be difficult but his visa was counting down the days.

he ended up meeting aryu and toki in this game and to his surprise, he didn’t completely hate it. and he didn’t die either, which was also nice. the three of them formed a nice alliance that rin could rely on, he asked them to stick around for a while until it was time to meet with sae again. they agreed.

sae, in one of his diamond games, met a trio of players named oliver, kazuma, & sendou. he found all three of them to be rather annoying, but when one of their friends kazuma died in the game, he felt … bad? sae hated the idea of working together, he had no idea who was going to betray him- even rin. but he figured some temporary company wouldn’t hurt anyone.

THE BEACH — EVERYONE IS HERE CAUSE PLOT!!

our little trio- isagi, chigiri, and bachira- had heard of a paradise called the beach during one of their games. chigiri talked to one player named aryu who might’ve accidentally let the name slip. he was immediately infatuated with chigiri because how in the world was his hair so shiny and smooth in a post apocalyptic world like this? a miracle. aryu had no problems answering chirigi’s questions, even the location of the beach was so easily given away.

chigiri had no idea how long aryu was a member of the beach, but his answers were good enough. now, after that game, all three of them had a least a week each to search for the beach. it was perfect. they were going to be safe! have a nice place to rest, maybe even a good meal! at least, that’s what bachira always said. isagi was still in a strange slump because of what happened with kunigami, but he was still focused on the task at hand.

finding the beach.

they found themselves outside of a resort, with spray paint over the name- BEACH. they found it. they were here! when suddenly- everything went dark.

isagi was the last to wake up between him and his friends. the three of them were tied to chairs and in a dining hall that was emptied out. there were people in the room with them as well.

the guy directly in front of them introduced himself as oliver aiku, but they were to call him hatter. to his left was sendou shuto and sae itoshi. turns out sae’s chosen company was good company after all. there was a tall player, styled hair and round frame glasses as well. another had black spiky hair with purple ends and a sly smile plastered on his face. in between them was a guy with white hair, an awkward green stripe of hair going down the center of his bangs. those three guys were armed. on the other side of the room, there was a duo. one with purple hair and one with white. these guys weren’t armed, for some reason. what they all had in common though, was their clothing. beach clothes. weird, on theme, but weird.

isagi, chigiri, and bachira were allowed to join the beach as official members! they had to wear beach attire, oliver says it’s harder to hide weapons that way.

isagi was approached by the duo from the room. they introduced themselves as reo mikage and nagi seishiro. reo explained the hierarchy of the beach. he and nagi were oliver’s executives, along with sendou and sae. sae had taken kazuma’s spot after his death in the diamond game. but the beach was split. oliver’s half- and karasu’s half. the mercenaries were allowed to have weapons on the beach, and they were the ones most likely to participate in games. karasu’s executives were yukimiya kenyu, tokimitsu toolazytolookuphisfirstname, otoya eita, and rin itoshi.

aryu and toki took rin back to the beach after their game and karasu was impressed by rin’s talents. he knew right then and there he would be an excellent executive.

modified the beach’s hierarchy a little to suit the story idc IM IN CONTROL HERE

THE TEN OF HEARTS GAME.

unfortunately, as i’m in control, i need to kill some people off. our group is a tad bit too big to send into the final stages so i’ll try to keep their deaths canon to their aib counterparts (save for bachi- he has the power of my personal bias)

also if it’s not totally clear yet, the bllk’s counterparts to aib are

isagi = arisu, chigiri = usagi, reo = chishiya, nagi = kuina, bachira = chota (he’s supposed to be dead but again, power of my personal bias), kunigami = kurabe, oliver = hatter/takeru, karasu = aguni (random asf i know 💀 ran outta players), yukimiya = kuzuryu (but the king of diamonds will be someone else wink wink), sae n rin = ann- miss me w that “two people can’t be one person” THIS IS MY AU. I AM THE GOD HERE. i guess that makes toki that tattoo guy and aryu niragi huh 😭😭😭 promise aryu won’t commit any atrocities like niragi did. also don’t worry about mira. just don’t. trust me. i got a plan for her.

reo, nagi, sae, rin, isagi, chigiri, and bachira all survived the massacre at the beach. the ten of heart games had brought them closer together and they formed an unlikely alliance.

and finally, they had all the playing cards in the deck. now the face cards were surfacing.

THE FINAL STAGE — THE FACE CARDS

reo, sae, and rin were separated from the group when they were ambushed by the king of spades! sae and rin ended up together, as a duo once again, while reo was off on his own.

so that just leaves isagi, chigiri, bachira, and nagi to fend for themselves. nagi is worried about reo, he’s never really been apart from him. but he knows reo’s smart so he has faith.

they try their hand at a king of club game where they reconnect with aryu to their surprise. they thought he had died in the fire at the beach! they were worried cause they were one player short to play the game but with aryu, they could participate.

this is where they met the king of clubs, michael kaiser. he had a team of four behind him as well- alexis ness, annndd think of two other players from bastard cause i’m too lazy to look up their names 💀 but you get the gist.

also yea i was thinking about making kaiser the king of spades but again… i got plans. wink.

michael and isagi were rivals in this game, it was no secret. and michael’s game was tough. an obstacle course that required both incredible physique and teamwork. michael might as well have been a heart as well because his shit talking nearly drove a wedge between isagi’s group. ness’ taunts and condescending words affected chigiri and nagi. they were able to pull themselves together at the last moment, and claim their victory.

michael and his group were killed by their group, but not before he explained that every face card game was a battle to the death. they might have won, but the couldn’t have done it without bachira’s sacrifice (sorry my personal bias is now in a committed relationship with reo) isagi was crushed. he had known bachira the longest, but his death was not in vain. isagi and chigiri stayed together after the game while nagi went to search for reo, and maybe even sae and rin if he got lucky. and aryu decided to separate from the group as well. just pretend like i have a good reason as to why he left.

reo, sae, and rin met up in an unlikely place. the king of diamonds. the man didn’t look like he’d be able to put up much of a fight. but he was lanky, tall, and had a bowl cut. he also had that creepy look in his eyes that freaked reo out lowkey.

his name was ego jinpachi.

his puzzles and riddles had the three of them stumped at times. the questioned seemed simple, they were “who is most likely to” and they had a hypothetical scenario with three different answer options. they were all sat in front of older screens with messed up font, it was hard to understand at first but they got the hang of it. and of course, those who answered wrong would die. at first, they provided tons of background information to help them answer the question. but as the game went on, the stories got shorter and shorter. but at least one of them had to know the answer.

they doted off of each other to answer the riddles and solve the puzzles. then at the last moment, ego had asked them “who is most likely to die” and presented them with four options instead. and, they weren’t allowed to talk at all.

option one- A liTTle girL WitH a BaD hEarT and NO DoNor

option two- a GuY wAlkInG oNto inComIng trAFFic

option three- tHe SMoKER wItH stAgE FOUR lUng CanCer

option four- thE GOod Jumper wIthiN his PAraCHute stIngs

reo, sae, and rin were the only three left alive, the other two players had died. it was just them and the game master, ego jinpachi.

the other three answers were obvious. but a jumper within his parachute strings? was he tangled in his parachute and that’s why he was going to die? or-

no. it wasn’t that. reo saw it. right there in the answer. the fourth option, the capital letters spelt out the game masters name.

EGO JINPACHI.

reo had his answer. he then had to wait for sae and rin to hopefully notice the same things he did.

and he was right (personal bias sorry i couldn’t bring myself to kill the toshi bros). all three of them had survived that last game, killing the king of diamonds.

players that were still left were able to defeat the other games and meanwhile, isagi and chigiri joined the queen of spades game, defeating her as well

sorry to speed through the queen of spades cause i loved her game but dawg there aren’t enough girls in bllk to give them a queen okay 😭 unless i make like idk julian loki the queen of spades LMFAOOO

moving onto the final arcss. the way this was just supposed to be a fun little rant and then turned into a whole ass au. god. it’s also so obvious when i decided to start turning it into an au 😭

the king of spades are going on killing people without mercy. isagi and co had reunited and they were ready to try to defeat the king. after someone had crashed their car into him, and he had gotten out without a scratch, isagi and co knew they needed a good ass plan and a lot of strength to beat him. before they could come up with a real plan tho, the king of spades removed his hood and mask. and he was—

kunigami?! 😱 (act surprised)

isagi couldn’t believe it. he thought kunigami had died a long time ago… but here he was. standing in front of him with a neighborhood body count the bad kind, an assault rifle, and a dream with the intent on killing him.

well, canon to episode seven, kunigami packed everyone else up except isagi 😭🙏 nagi? shot trying to protect reo (to bllk’s canon it would be the opposite but i refuse to critically injure reo so bite the bullet nagi! literally) chigiri? stabbed multiple times. reo? beaten up while trying to avenge nagi (he was not shot or stabbed, again i refuse to hurt my boy) sae and rin? shot and shot (and probably shot again) it was brutal. unfair, even.

kunigami then tracks down isagi who was busy building a bomb in a nearby connivence store (oh these aren’t homemade they were made in a factory… a bomb factory. they’re bombs!) and the two are forced to have a heartbreaking confrontation :(( isagi wonders why kunigami was doing this, how he could easily kill so many people. kunigami was met with a cruel world after his “death” they had saved him and made him a citizen because his abilities were spectacular. unlike anything they had seen before. isagi was heartbroken, distraught, and angry. kunigami was one of the first friends he had made here, and now he was his worst enemy…

anyways kunigami blows the fuck up, with the help of best boy reo of course.

isagi goes to check on the rest of his buddies and finds chigiri is the only one left that can really move around. if isagi was smart he’d just leave chigiri w reo but hey! arisu took usagi so isagi is taking chigiri. rin and sae are beside each other, and reo chooses to stay with nagi.

chigiri and isagi move onto the final game. the queen of hearts.

she was beautiful. short red hair and a well put together business look. she had a tablet in her hands and puts it down when she greets the only two players there with a smile.

she’s the final game.

and her name is anri teieri.

anri would never hurt these boys in bllk’s canon but again this is my au and what i say goes

y’all know how the queen of hearts game goes shits too elaborate to type out here just go watch episode eight 💀💀

meanwhile, reo is tending to everyone else’s wounds, trying to keep them all alive. especially nagi. rin and sae were having their little ann & kuina heart to heart while reo was focused on nagi.

it’s a shame that they were only able to get along in death. sae couldn’t begin to express how sorry he was that he allowed their relationship to end like this. rin returned the same sentiment. they were both hurt and continued hurting each other to make themselves feel better, or to at least forget the pain. overcoming the other meant overcoming their own personal pain.

“when we meet in the real world… let’s be brothers again…”

sae’s last words— as his wounds were more fatal than rin’s. he was losing blood at a much faster rate than rin was. it was the first time reo had ever seen rin cry. no matter what the games had put him through, no matter what injury he might’ve gotten, rin never faltered. never cried. never showed any weakness like that. until now, as he watched his brother die before his tear filled eyes.

THE REAL WORLD — COLLECTIVE AMNESIA

tw for overdose for chigiri’s explanation!!

after the defeat of girl queen pussy boss anri, isagi and chigiri chose to go back to the real world!! they survived the borderlands. they got another chance to live. reo and nagi went back as well. rin was the last to say his decision, but he accepted to go back to the real world, grabbing his brothers hand before saying it.

rin woke up in the hospital, where his sleep deprived and saddened mother was sitting beside him. she rejoiced at his awakening. apparently, sae and rin had gotten into a car crash after practice. sae was in surgery and it wasn’t looking good for him at first but by some miracle, he was going to be okay. dad-toshi was waiting for his surgery to be over while mom-toshi stayed with rin.

down the hall, chigiri was being embraced by his sobbing mother and bawling sister. chigiri almost overdosed on medications for his knee because of the pain during practice.

in the room across from his, isagi was hugging his mother. he had devoted himself to soccer so much that he neglected his own health. it caused him to pass out during practice but because he had ignored his bodies needs for while, it raised even more issues.

but that wasn’t the important part, the important part was the boarderlands were over. they could finally rest.

CONCLUSION.

this… this was supposed to be short 🧍‍♀️well, shorter than this at least, it was only supposed to be like oooooo which bllk characters would be good at which games ooooo but then it turned into a whole ass au 😭😭😭 if you made it this far congrats. if your fave died along the way sorry 💀

didn’t know how to kill off the players in the borderlands in their real world so i just skipped it 🧍‍♀️ uhh idk bachi was possessed by his monster and had a failed exorcism and kunigami dropped weights on himself mid workout /j

also don’t ask about barou. i was in the middle of writing out kunigami’s reveal as the king of spades and then suddenly remembered him. barou could’ve had another i’m wasnt the king moment but i wasn’t in the mood to rewrite the majority of it already and i thought kunigami being the king of spade would kinda be like what happened with him and the wild card program. i couldve made barou take aryu’s place as “niragi” and also made him aguni at the same time but again too lazy to go back and change it in case i missed a detail and it’s just confusing. but if i did automatically include barou he would’ve been a mercenary and been the niragi/aguni of the group without any like… major atrocities.

and finally kira died in his first game, end of story <3

edit: OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT SHIDOU HE WOULD BE THE TATTOO GUY 😭😭😭

#i didn’t proofread this well so if there are mistakes apologies #blue lock #alice in borderland #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #reo mikage #sae itoshi #nagi seishiro #bachira meguru #michael kaiser #rin itoshi #barou shouei #arisu aib #chishiya aib

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